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Lore Post: Whispering Panic

Since we're getting into the thick of things for Passion, and inspired by the general overview post on Wednesday, why don't we have some Lore about the curse sweeping through Amity Park? Join me below as we look through the research notes of a knowledgeable servant of Eulas as they study the Pathology and Epidemiology of this common Curse!

Symptoms:

The Whispering Panic is a mild to moderate curse that causes:

Paranoia

Delusions

Increased aggression

Increased anxiety

Fever

Body aches

Disease Progression:

Ghosts:

There is a week long incubation period for the first symptoms to appear after exposure and successful infection.

The first symptom is typically body aches and headache. This is swiftly followed by a fever within the next 24 hours. The first week of infection mimics several curses, making diagnosis of it difficult. Additionally, because outbreaks tend towards the younger members of a community, and they are not yet immune to any number of curses, diagnosis is made yet more difficult.

However, the characteristic “panic” behavioral changes of the curse quickly set it apart from the more serious Hearthstone’s Heat or Feral Fang . The first of these changes to appear is increased anxiety. In the young, this often manifests as uncharacteristic shyness, clinginess, or introversion. After that comes the aggression, which common manifests in decreased tolerance for sharing or group play among ghostlings, and argumentativeness or churlishness in adults. In normal healthy individuals, the more disruptive symptoms never appear, or only appear in very mild form. In the vulnerable, however, aggressive gives way to paranoia. This encourages the increasingly ill host to self-isolate to increase the chance of the curse burrowing deeper without being cured by another recently recovered clan member. The paranoia then intensifies into delusions, and depending on the complexity of the core, death or chronic illness follows.

One would think a curse spread by energy would encourage interaction, and some do(with symptoms of delirium and euphoria and lowered inhibition), but because this has a very brief asymptomatic incubation period and an even briefer asymptomatic spread period, the only way the curse can survive is by nestling deep into the core of a ghost to be spread once their condition truly deteriorates. Almost all healthy ghosts clear the curse, but children, ghosts afflicted by other curses, or the especially frail or elderly are more susceptible to infiltration of the curse to the core.

Liminal Objects:

Unlike their Living or Ghostly counterparts, liminal objects do not have a disease progression. Instead, the symptoms of the curse are stable once it manifests. There is a shortened incubation period as well, as little as 24 hours, making these objects excellent vectors to spread the curse throughout a community. Once the curse manifests, the object begins moving and then starts reflecting the strongest emotion of the closest spiritually active being. Unless a strong emotion is introduced to a liminal object, it will otherwise act in accordance to its animia. Because many liminal objects form from well loved and cared for objects, their animia combined with these traits make them appealing to keep around. It’s often difficult to convince a child to cleanse an infected stuffed toy, for example, even though its spirit will not be harmed. The charm of a moving object can also make spread among children a more simple task, as they show off their new moving object among their peers.

No known examples of a Liminal object infected with Whispering Panic becoming violent or aggressive absent strong negative emotional stimulus has been recorded.

Spiritually Active Humans:

The disease progression mimics that of ghosts in all but a few key areas. First, the incubation period is typically longer in all but the most spiritually powerful humans. This makes the average time for the first symptoms to manifest rise from 7 to 11 days.

Additionally, humans are more emotionally volatile than ghosts, whose psyches are stabilized by the nature of their Cores. This means mood swings are a common additional symptom in afflicted humans. This shows up around the same time as increased aggression.

Finally, humans are extremely unlikely to reach the final stage of infection, because while their immune system takes longer to clear the curse, there is no core to infect. On top of this, the method by which the curse is cleared in their bodies involves less targeted attacks and more an immune system carpet bombing campaign. Assuming it does not trigger a cytokine storm in particularly vulnerable individuals, the curing method is effective, if inefficient, and leaves no area of the body untouched. (a direct contrast to the Core being privileged from immune response in Ghosts.)

The entire process, from beginning to end in a healthy individual, takes three months instead of the usual six weeks. Like Ghosts, humans are only temporarily immune. However, unlike other spiritual beings, humans do not live long enough for their waning immunity to allow reinfection. Immunity is therefore considered a lifelong in human beings.

Outbreak Potential:

Because most outbreaks are self-limiting, and because immunity is gained relatively quickly, immunity is slowly lost over time. Most ghosts catch and recover from this infection multiple times in their lifetimes without incident. And a single fully recovered community member can quickly sweep away the curse leaving areas cleared from its influence. Natural reservoirs remain in the Wilds of the Zone among the blob and, especially, ecto-animal populations who spread it to more advanced/complex ghosts on a regular pandemic cycle similar to the Flu.

Prognosis:

Ghosts:

For ghosts that are more advanced than Animalia, the prognosis is great. The illness is self-limiting and will resolve in a few weeks with rest and palliative care. For those lower ghosts, or the more vulnerable of the more complex sub-variety, prognosis depends on prompt treatment with a difficult to obtain remedy. For members of the ghostly Animalia, without treatment they will regress into a hyper-aggressive state wherein they do not eat, shun the company of their fellow animal ghosts, and viciously attack any ghosts that come near. The lack of food combined with its propensity to attack any ghost it comes across, no matter its power, lead inevitably to its demise.(Though not without spreading the curse very effectively, as the changes to its core make it broadcast the infection far more effectively.)

For subjects with more advanced Cores, the curative process takes 2-3 weeks from onset of symptoms. This process is elongated in children, whose less developed Cores take longer to produce a counter-signal and make a physical recovery. Because of this, chances of the curse taking root deeper in the core is higher, and the monitoring by a guardian, or if medically fragile, a health care professional is advised.

If a medically vulnerable individual, of sufficient core complexity, does not get the infection treated in time, it takes root inside and becomes a chronic illness.(recall once again that it leads to death in less complex animalia) This illness is difficult to root out, and debilitating. It stunts the production of energy, wastes iridiolymph(the unified solution a ghost’s different ectoplasm is dissolved in), and causes long-term personality and behavioral changes that aren’t conducive to socializing.

Chronic Whispering Panic infection, or chronic Feral Fang infection, is the most common cause of non-deficiency based growth stunting in the Zone. It is especially common in areas with large numbers of wild animal ghosts, who regularly have outbreaks or occasionally harbor individuals in the last stages of the disease, or in areas with high levels of deprivation(as nutritionally unsound ghosts have a harder time fighting off the disease). Both of these perquisites were common in former Kingdom Ĉiamdaŭra, giving it the dubious honor of having the greatest per capita amount of stunted ghostlings.

Liminal Objects:

Lacking any immune system of their own, Whispering Panic is one of the many curses that must be purged by a spiritually active living being. This can be done by a ghost, of any type, that’s producing a countersignal, a recently cured human who is doing the same, or a spiritually active human who can perform a ritual cleansing.

These human rituals produce energy that mimics the natural counter-signal to a curse, and so are the most effective way to cleanse an object. Without this, they remain infectious until the animia either fades, or the object is destroyed.(which breaks the ability of the object’s animia to remain connected to the material realm.) This makes them excellent reservoirs for curses that can cause them to reappear at “random”, even after the initial outbreak has settled. Luckily, most liminal objects that become infected with this curse lack the sophistication to develop the nastier psychological effects of the curse. Instead, the objects are merely animated, as is common in curse infections. One unusual aspect of this infection, though, is the way it causes the objects to mirror the strongest emotions of the other spiritually active beings around it. And because liminal objects, generally because of their simplistic animia, lack emotions of their own, these come from the Humans, Ghosts, Aspects, ect around them. Because of the lack of severity, Whispering Panic, and other curses with similar symptom profiles, used to be prolific among the liminal object subset. Humans, at one point, mistook the symptoms of infection, the emotional reactions and movement, as signs of being liminal at all. And as spiritual activity has waned in the Living Realm, both the spread of curses, and liminal objects themselves have become more rare on Earth.

A simple cleansing of the object of the curse’s energy is enough to render it inert and stop spread. In more ancient times, objects were cleansed at least once a year, if only to make sure they didn’t act as vessels that could sicken the spiritually sensitive among the community. These ritual cleanses still take place in the Zone, and are done at temples throughout the Zone by all major and minor deities’ servants.

Spiritually Active Humans:

Prognosis is once again excellent as the combination of their spiritually energy with their human immune system is able to fend off the disease. In this case, the innate immune system is super charged with spiritual energy. This creates a cascade of inflammation, but those molecules suffice the body, carrying the energy’s counter signal with it. Full clearance of the disease takes longer, like most curses, because of the lack of specificity and efficiency, but the process is still completed within three months. It is a more serious curse among humans, and the fatigue and longer term body aches it induces make it more of a blight.

However, unlike human viruses, it does not result in autoimmune sequela or chronic disruption of metabolism after the curse is cleared, and so remains a marginal annoyance instead of a serious ill.

Like with vulnerable ghosts, if a human is unable to clear the infection, it tries to create a chronic infection. However, without a Core, Ɉ̵̨͈͖͇̘͛͋̉̔͝ʜ̶̡̘̫̹̞͛̾̋̈́̍ɘ̵̡̥̪̠̬̎̈́̓̆͝ɿ̶̖̪̱͉͚̈́̈͆́̑ɘ̷̨̼̙̟̬͊͒̈͑̄'̶̢̛̗͙̣̞́͐̈́̎ƨ̷̦̙̥͍̞̌̈́̉̈́͠ ̸̧̧̢̪͔̓͑̅̚͝ņ̷͇̲̬͛̅̔̀͜͝o̷̬͚̜͎͆͛̓̾͆͜Ɉ̴̧̹̫̬̥͌̾͂̉͌ʜ̷̰̥͔͈̦̾̇̌̋͝i̵͎̩̳̬̞͊̑̾̔̓ṇ̶͔̗̬̐̃͘̕͘ͅϱ̷̛̼̯̝͓̒͐̍͑͜ ̵̳̰̘̪̭̆̒̀̚͝ʇ̸̧̲̼̰̹͊̓̑̚̕o̸̧̳̜͈͓͛̋̇͊̔ɿ̶͉̞̤͚͕̍̓͋̈́͠ ̷̢̗͇̭̙͒̓͗͋͝Ɉ̷̨͍̞̫̪̾̔̉̈́͝ʜ̵͉̬̩̟̑̈̒̍͛͜ɘ̴̺͕͔̯̰̒̿̏̚͝ ̷̗͕̦͓͐́̀̕͘͜ɔ̴̙̩̞͔̋͗̓̓͘͜υ̴͎͚̝̠͍͛̓͛̔̕ɿ̴̣̖̳͙̝͐̒̇̈́͝ƨ̶̥̹̭̦͇͂̅͊͑̆ɘ̸̢̞̮͓̼̈́̋̌͠ ̵̯͚̲̗̼̈́̈́̎̃Ɉ̸͕͈̭̬̝̀̑̿̀̚o̸̫̰̯̳̗͒͒͒̚̚ ̶̡̧̗̗̗̔̐͊͂͝ḑ̷̜̯͈͑͐̐̂̾ͅὺ̶̛̥͓͔̖͇̋̔͘ɿ̷̨̧̹͖̦̈́̒̇́͗ɿ̶̛̜͚̼̻̬̊̈͗̇o̵̡̻̻̩̱͐͒͐͂͗w̵͇̯̙͖̣̏͛̿͘͠ ̶̦̯̱̫̞́̃̾͊͠ị̸̢̻̘̫́̔͌̉̉n̴͔̟͚̪̓̓̈́͘͜͝Ɉ̸̰͈͓̜̒̏̾̎̃ͅǫ̵̩͍̣͊́͆̒̉͜.̷̮̬̥͙̰̅̿̒̽̿ ̸̧̝̻͈̰͒̽̐́̐Î̴̢̻̙̩̳̇̑̌̊n̵̝̞̝̼͎͒̇̀͐̚ƨ̶̡̣̱̜͔͆͒͑͂̕Ɉ̷̡̲̪̰̹̎̒̓̉̇ɘ̵̥̰͇̙͛͑̓̈́͌ͅɒ̴̨̬͈̻̓̈́̐̑̚͜b̸̙̻̼̹͇̀̉̌̓̕,̴̞̟̬͓̂̉̒͝͠ͅ ̴̨͕̣̞̩̋͌̏͒͠ì̸̺͔̥̲͖̈́͒̐͠Ɉ̵̛̝̝̩̱̫̏̐̃̈ ̴̧̥̜̭̘̅͐̇͐̓ɿ̶̨̡̤̳̈͑̔̆͒ͅì̷͔̝̣͍͐̅̕̚͜q̸̧̺̜͙̔̓̐̈͠ͅƨ̶̨̤̙͍͍̉̉̿͑̂

ʜ̷̩͍͔͈̜͗̔͛́̈ὐ̷̛̳͚̖͙̈̾͘ͅḿ̸̨̳̥͍̘͊͂̾͑ɒ̶̧̛̖̞̼̮͛͐̀̋ṇ̴̡̤̱͍͑̓̉̉̿,̴͔̱̖̰͐̉̈́̊̏͜ ̵̰͚̗̰̑̆̕͘͜͠i̶̢̛͓͈̦̱̅́̍̚ň̵̯̗̮̹̺̿͗̈͑ɔ̸̪̣̮̭͓̀͋̇̀̄ɿ̶̧̹̭͖͇͛̒̉͐̆ɘ̴̖̪̪̲͈̋̓͐́̀ɒ̷̨̹̫͔͔͒̆̾̐͝ƨ̶̛̦̩̭̱̠͆̉͋̋ɘ̵͔͔̥̮̙̐͂͌̈̑ƨ̶͓̬͎̗̬̽̈͂͠͠ ̷̻̫̩̲͇̂̏̐͝͝Ɉ̸̦̖̤̲̖̓̔̂͋͝ʜ̶̝̹̣͎̌͂̊̇̈͜ɘ̵̛̫̩͖̙̽̄̾̆͜ị̸̡̛̼̘͕̿̈́̊͘ɿ̶̗̟̘̜̰̈́͂̉͑̉ ̶͔͕̳̭̼̿͗̓̊̓q̸̪̞̩̯̆̀̈́̈̏ͅɒ̸̼͈̣̝͑̊̊̎͐ͅɿ̵̰͍̰͙͇͆͊͛̔͑ɒ̸͚̙̞͕̫͆̍̍̐̅n̶̟̳͙̦̺̒́͒͂̑ò̶̰͕̣͇̫̈́̃̆͑ḯ̶̦̺̗̰̘̏̓̅̑ɒ̶͍̖͕͉̣̀̓͂͊̒,̸̡̘͖͍̫̑̀̊̄͝ ̵͙̹̱̖̙͆̌̎͂͘ɒ̸̹̩̱̥̆̄͑͐̈͜ǹ̴̹̩͎̦̗͐̿̈́́b̷͎͍͖͇̦̈́̓͒͆͝ ̸̡̞̫̱̱̄͐̅̏̋ʜ̷͙̰̯͓̥̈̊̊̔͝í̴̜̰̺̮̀̒̒̚͜į̴̯̘͖̼̺̐̃̿͑̈́ɒ̴͈̠̦̝̲͊̐̿̓͝ɔ̶̗̱̘̘̈́̌̍͐̃͜ʞ̷̡̖̻͉̭̔̽̎̾̂ƨ̷̧̡̛̯̭̉͊̃͜͝ ̸̨̭̩̺͙̎͋͂̐̊Ɉ̵̻͉͎̯̦̌͋͆̾̚ʜ̵̡̪͚̳̲̾̂̈̾͝ɘ̴̥̺̝̪̪̅͆̇̒́ì̶̡̳͈͉̩̎̾̈̓ɿ̶̼̻̼̖͚́͐̂̚͝ ̴̨̡͈̖͖̄̆̇͘̕ƨ̴̡̟̺͕̩͌̎͛̅͝q̸͔͎̹̩͑̎̚͠͝ͅỉ̴̡̪̟̗̌̓͛͛͜ɿ̷̨̼̥͚̱̇͗̓͝͝i̸̛͎̳͙̘̓̏̆̊͜Ɉ̷̧̪͈̦̥̉̿͑̓̔υ̶̨̝̜̣̎̂̄̄̄͜ɒ̵̹͓̮̥̤͌̈́̐̈͠l̶̬̥͈̣̀̏̉͘͜͝ ̶̩͕͔̞͓̄̓̒̕̚q̶̧̖͖̦̊̎̽̊́ͅó̶͖̲͉̭̻̌͆̌̒w̶̬̥̤͖͈͗́̈́̄̒ɘ̸̯̱̣̯̲͗͗͛̊͝ɿ̷̥̭͇̝͙͑͑́̐͝ƨ̶̨̛̥̳̝̞̊̈́̆̏ ̷͈̦̜̩͋̇̒̔͊ͅį̵̛͓̟̪͎̀̑̕͝ñ̸̡̫̝͔͍̈́̓̐͝ ̶̨̜̖̺̗̒̓̎̾̚ō̸̜̥̹̼̫̂̄̃̓ɿ̴̟̬̙̦̩̔͐̂̍͝b̶̟̟̠̦͑̐̐̅̈́͜ɘ̶̖͇̺̲͉̌̇̄̕͝ɿ̷̯̟̥̫̜̈́̈́́́̅ ̴̫͔̼͔̇̅̆̌͒͜Ɉ̷̨̪͍̗̽͛̈̎̋͜o̶̞̳̥̻̹͒͊̀͌͊ ̵̡̥͖̲̟̇̿̃̃̐ƨ̶̞̦̜̝̌̂͆͐͛ͅq̶̧̛͇̞̣̗͆̈́̓͘ɿ̸̎��̛̜̤̪̮̗̂̂ɘ̵̡͚̪̙̒́̌̃͘ͅɒ̸͎̦͚̼̰̆̀̉̅͠b̴̡̧͉̙̲̉̑̀͂̌ ̴̨̘̤̠̙͐̿̈̀̉Ɉ̴̢̳͎̲̤̂͂̎̒͝ʜ̴̡̞̻̥̦̏̉̒̌͛ɘ̶͈̬̜̯̻̾̓̿̒͝ ̵̘̟͓̭̮̉̃̐̈́͝ɔ̵̢̲̼̲̗̇̀̑̍̊ὺ̵̜̭̥͚͌͛͛͘͜ɿ̵̫̦̮̬̉̊͒͗̍͜ƨ̴̥̤͇̲̑͌͌̍̓͜ɘ̶̗͖̟̗͍̍͋̍̒̚ ̶̧̪̤̹̲́̃́̽͘ɒ̷̙̟͖̤̓͌́̾̐͜ƨ̴̞̻͈̳̹͛͛̽̑̂ ̴̮̳̻̥̜̀̏̀̐͒ʇ̸͓̱͈̼̳̈́̊͐̏͂ɒ̶̳̭̠̪͔͂͗̌͛̉ƨ̸̧̨̨̦̜̇̐̀̓̊Ɉ̵̛͉͖͓̬̱͊̀̒̈́ ̷̮̥̲̙͎́̃̀̍͝ɒ̵̝̗̲̳̉͗́̈͝ͅƨ̴͕̦̭̝̜́̔̀̂͝ ̵̧̬͕̬̲̒͆͛͗͝q̵͈͕̣̥͋͊̋̿̿͜ŏ̵͈͚̻͇̽̑͐̀͜ƨ̴̻̲̯̗̙͆̓̊͛̆ƨ̸͚̗̲̤̂̉͊̆͜͝i̵̱̳͇͓̘͆͂̉͆͝d̴͖͚̜̮̖̍͋̄̈́͘l̴̢̪̣͈̦̀̈́͊̿̉ɘ̴̻̲̼͙͐̐̃̂͌͜.̶̼͖̻̤̇́͆̎̀͜ ̴̨̲̳̫̙̎͛̀̇͝T̵̯̭̤̹̮͌̓͑́͗ʜ̷̣̣̜̟̃͑͌̄̎͜ȋ̷̛̙̟͍̼̏̓̈́͜ƨ̴̨͙͇̹͖̾͊͊̽̕ ̸̨̢̮̫͈̐͋͗̕͠ɘ̷̧͔̹͉̲̈́͋̿̔͠v̴̻͇̞̀̆̂́̀ͅͅɘ̴̠̗̞͓̲̎͗́̿̚ǹ̷̛̬̩͕̰̟̄͗̄Ɉ̶͉͙͕̤̪̊́̊̕͝υ̵̞̼̣͖͌͋͒͐̚ͅɒ̵̧̡̲͕̯̈͋̊̕̕ļ̴͕͉̫̹́̃͊̓͗l̸̞̟̮̻̫͛̂̒̎͝γ̴̛̖̱͎̜̿͑̔̕ͅ ̵̧̛̘̮̉͊̾̚͜ͅw̶̬̫͇͙̔̍͌̐͜͝ï̸̮̩̝̹̼̆̐̈̕ľ̸̡̢͔͖̭͛͑̎͠l̷̟̰̖͍̹̀̇̿̄́ ̸̢̲͇͇̼̑̂͑̌̃l̵̨͇̪͖̹̎̒͛̌͐ɘ̵̻̙̦͉͙͆̆͂̄̉ɒ̷͇̭̟̻̪̋̉̂͘͝b̴̢̬̲͔̼́̓̍̅̕ ̷͕͔̘̮̜͐̀͂́̕Ɉ̵̟͕̻̹̦́͛̇́̎o̵̙̻̲̞̳͛͋͂̐̔ ̴̨̛̤̪͎͊̔͝͠ͅb̶̜̙͉̠̜̂̋́͗̈ɘ̵̭̘̟͈̰̐̄̕̚͝ɒ̴̛̼̼̮̮́̓̅͗͜Ɉ̵̼͉̞͚̖͋͋͌͑̂ʜ̵͙͍̤̮̣̎͑̏̊͠,̴̫͓͕͉̼́̍̂́̊ ̵̨̜̜̪̬́̔͋̑̐ɒ̶̧̢̪̪̞͋́̽͊̉ļ̴̨̛̺̩͉̒̈́̅͝Ɉ̸̺̣̥̞̦͂͒̓̉̚ʜ̷̢̬̱̦͚̂̇̈͑͠o̸̻͇̞̯̫͛̆͆̒̚υ̶̬̘̻̮̥̒͂̉̉͝ϱ̴̹̱̟̣̪̄͗̒̿̕ʜ̴̰̤͙͎͎̈́͊́̀́ ̸̟̰̮̪͇̾͋̈́̈͂Ɉ̴͙̹̫̗̬̇͑̃̄̚ʜ̴̧̗̤͇͍̑̍̀̔͘ɘ̷̪̦̮͈̈́̄̋͗͜͝ ̵̣̩̥̖̣̊͛̔̈͒ɔ̵̰̹͎̩̋̿͘̕͠ͅö̷͈̺̫͎̠́́̃̎̅m̵̡̧̼͕̟̓́̏̏͂d̸̡̛̲̩͍̀̓͑̈́͜ĭ̶͕͇͉̦̳͐͂̀͠n̶̤̣̺̠̥͑̀̇͛͝ɒ̴̢̠͇̬̟̏̌͛̀̀Ɉ̴͙̳̯̲̯̓̏̕̚͘ĩ̷̧͚͈̝̎̇̓͠ͅǫ̶̢̻͎̪̎͊̾͆̋ņ̵̲͖͆̑̃̔̈́͜ͅ ̸̣̘̗̦̓̿̈͋͠ͅo̵̘̩̺̣͇̿̈́̅̕͠ʇ̸̗̫̗̝̦̀͑̈́̈͝ ̵̬̩̬̩̥̂̒͑̕̕Ɉ̵͎̗̟̦̭͒̈́̓͋͘ʜ̸͍̳͚̦̋͂͐̇͘ͅɘ̴̘̝̝̹͒̅͑̓̿ͅ ̵̨̭͙̟̼͛̎̑̑͠l̵͎̠̱̗̥͒̈̓̂̽ɒ̷̤͖͉̘̼̋̆͑̇͛ɔ̴̖͕̝͖̠͗̎̓̅̓ʞ̷̛̮͇̗̥͖͗͆̈́͝ ̸̱͙͎̤̭͐̓̉̇͝ó̴͈͖͈̜͓̆̄̎͘ʇ̸̨̯̹̻͛̽͐̆̽ͅ ̸͚͖̻̻̳͊̎͒̀̚Ɉ̷̫̲̬͊̆̏̑́ͅͅɿ̸̤̞̞̹̱͂̄͑̽̕ɘ̸̼͙̥̙̋̎̉͗͒͜ɒ̸̩̹͓̹̮̉̑͂͐͝Ɉ̸̛̭͇̼̲̻̈́̃̀͊m̸̬̞̩͔̯̀̌̅̚͝ɘ̵̥͔̳̥͂̄̿̃̽ͅņ̷̭̖͎̯͛͌̽͆̆Ɉ̷̪̦̮̼̫̓̒͛̊̕ ̸͉͕̫͙̹͂̓̄̀͒w̸͖̖̰͔̙͛̐̾̇͠i̸͙̲̰͓̻̊̍́̉͗Ɉ̸̢̧̥͚̫͒́͐̆̕ʜ̵̨͕̩̣͇̄̅̂̐͠ ̵̡̨̲̯̬̋̍̔̽̕ɒ̴̰̟̝̳̋̈̿̐̂͜ ̶̗̥͚͎̟̈́̈̾̾̅l̷͈̤͙̲̖͗̉͘̕͠ɒ̸̲̜̺̥̾̅̏̆̿͜ɔ̸͉̘̝͉̽̓̂̀͐͜ʞ̴̭̲̻̙̜̐̆̏̚͠ ̵͚͔̙̜̒̽̍̀͒͜o̵̪̠̪͚̗͐̌̔̊̊ʇ̸̦̖̗͚̞̌̄̔̆̚ ̵̲͖͓̱̞̀̌̈́̕̕ɒ̶̭͕̘̭̗̄̌́͑͠d̷̨̝̘͇͛͗̇̈́̋͜į̴̝̭̣͚͒͑̿̓̚ļ̵̧̯̖̯̄͋̿͂͝í̷̧̺̟̮̩̏̆̓̿Ɉ̴̬̯͕̱̃̈̏̇̽͜γ̴̰͉̹̣̩͑́̃͊̒ ̵͈͙̬̠̹́͗̆̕͠Ɉ̵̢̫̘͇͓̎̓͂̑̈́o̴̡̨̭̠͉̅͒̈̅̑ ̷̭̱̳̺͇̽̽̽̈́͠ɔ̴̛͇̰̲͓̰̾̂̉̄l̴͖͍̘̳̋̽͐̇́ͅɘ̸̡͖̗̯̯̈̂̃͊͠ɒ̴̭̳̞͙̈́͑͌̄͜͝ɿ̷͓͎̻̝̮͗̿̂̀͝ ̴̡̫̥̙̦̾͗̇̀̂Ɉ̴̡̨̠̪̲̄̆̿͐̾ʜ̵̯͕̫̣̺̃̇̅̎͋ɘ̴̨̢̩̹̪̋̇́͑͘ ̶̭̳͔̥̫̀̈́́̏̓ɔ̵̙̣̟̮͓̌̌̾͌͛ὺ̶̫͎̞͉͇͋̈́̑̔ɿ̷̭̗̭̙̃̃́̽̚ͅƨ̷̗̫͇̞̠̀̈͒͗̌ɘ̵̭̭̱̮̬̓̃̔̄͝ ̶̢̯̙̘͍̂̀̃̀̋n̷͍̗̼̙̠̒͊̾͘͠ɒ̴̧̳͓̭͛̈̽̑͝ͅɈ̵̭̳̺͉̜̒̂̑͆̉ϋ̶̡̛͉͉͙̃͊̀ͅɿ̵̟̦̩͚̍͆͗̿͂ͅɒ̶̟̰̫̯̔̒̒͋͜͠l̸̼͖̼̞̜̅́́̔͘l̴̛͖̼͕̲̉̿̌̿ͅγ̷͕̠̬͓̮͆̎͋̾̄ ̷̖͈̺̝͕̋̈́̾̅̎ì̵̧̦̩͚̯̋͌͒͠ƨ̶̢̬̠̤̀͒̔̆͑ͅ ̵̹̮͈̫̯́̏̾͆͝ɘ̸̧̳͕̭͛̒̈́̌̽ͅx̸̟͚͉̞͌̄̄̿͠ͅɔ̷̣͔̮͇̣̀͗͒̽̃ɘ̴̨̧̖͓̳́̉̉̒̉q̴̹̙̲̺̭̾̆͛͊͝Ɉ̶̡̛̩͇̖̠̅̋̓̊i̶̱̩̰̫͍͐̎͛̅͘ő̸̺̻̟̮̜̄́̿̈́n̴̡͉͍̻̦͑̎͆͝͝ɒ̷̖̫̩͖̱̓̅̊̒͠l̷̢͔̪̱͍̃͊̒̔͝l̶̟͉͙̱̱͑̌̄̇̓γ̷͓̟̬̟͕̆̃̃͋͌ ̶̰̼̫̖̆̍̑̉́͜ɿ̷̛͉͍͚̩͖̇̋̾͠ɒ̶̳͚̰͖̂͂͑͘͝ͅɿ̸̩̱͕̻̪̀̌̐̅͝ɘ̴̢̗͕̗̞̊́͒͐͝,̵̢̰̯͉̫̇̊͌͆͝ ̷̯͖̹̝̫̂͑̃͆̚ɒ̷̜͍̮̮̹̽̈́͑̕͝ņ̷̭̹̼̥́̈́̋̒̚b̷̰̮̯̦̮̑̑͂͘͝ ̵̧̛̫̣̯̣̒̈́͂̑o̷̧̩̤̥̰̊̐̐̽̾n̸̢͇̲̤̣̈́̆̈́̑̈l̸̡̼̪̱̯̑̈́́̊̾γ̷͚̝̰̳̖̔̀̓̿͝ ̷͙̣͖͙̜̓̾̎̂̐Ɉ̷̬̲̼̐̇̉̓̕͜ͅʜ̴̺̺͕̪̦̈́͋̽̎̊ɿ̴̧̟̭̘͍̀̀̄̈́̕ɘ̵̛͖̲͔̺͓̔̿̄͠ɘ̶̣̗̦̘̰̏̈͊͊̀ ̸̮͔̘͖̜̓́̎̕͝ɔ̷̙͔͍̥͎͆̓̊͊̚ɒ̷̧̼̱͖̱͐́̈̔̇ƨ̸̢͍͓͕̺̒̒̑̀͘ɘ̷̡̤͓͍͍͆̐̌̑̋ƨ̸̛̛̩̲̤͓͍̉́͑ ̸̮̝̲̩̮̆́́͋̐ʜ̸̪̼̘̂͌̍̇͝ͅͅɒ̶͖͓͈̹͆͌̿̚̕͜v̷̠̹̰̪̍̽̇͂͗͜ɘ̷̗̰͇̝͆́̎̒͆ͅ ̷̪͔̥͎̮̾̃̒͛͘ḋ̸̡̙̗͇̣̓̉̔͠ɘ̶͚̤̰͈̫̓̿̉̉̅ɘ̵̤͙̭̗̰̈́̇̏̍̈ṇ̷̨͉̜̱̽͌̏̉͝ ̷̳̼͎̥̺̋̂͂̿̈́n̵͇̱̙̠̙̆͂̾̚͝ơ̶̡͖͕͉͖̑̂̀̉Ɉ̸̨̨̟̝̞̇̅͂̔̀ɘ̶̛̝̭̼̭̜͌̄̑̚b̶̡͍͖̥̱̿͐̓̿̿ ̸̨͈̗͈̻͊͛̈̓͘i̵͉̜̫̲̟̓͊͂͊̋ņ̶̧̺̻̣̿̈́̀̄̿ ̶̧̨̩̺͖͑̀̈́̽͘Ɉ̴̡̙͍̯͊͗́̌́͜ʜ̸̺̟̣͚̯̎͆̿̔̆ɘ̷̛̪̹̲̺̪͂̆̋̀ ̶̛̱͉̭̮̃̀̀͘͜l̸̯̘̮̼̥͆͗͋͋͝i̸̧͔̻͍̣͒̃̈́͋͠Ɉ̶̘͓͉̯̬͋̃̐̅́ɘ̷͙̮͙̘͙̀̓͛̈̆ɿ̴̠̮̮̳̝̏́͗͛́ɒ̷̡̗̲̝̦̈́̔̏̈́͠Ɉ̷̭̜͕͚̈́̎́́̐ͅυ̵̘̜̱̗̟͑̈́̓͊͒ɿ̴͙̜͉̩̹̓͐̋͂̕ɘ̵̯̯̥͉̟̓͐̇͘͠.̵̧͍͓̘̽̾͗̌̈ͅ

#Danny Phantom #Lore #Ghost Core #Ghost Illness #Ghost Medicine #Ghost Physiology #Curses #Whispering Panic #balshumet's baragouin #balshumet's fanfiction #danny phantom fanfiction #Balshumet's Lore #Uh oh!#What's that at the end?#Looks like someone spilled something over the document #guess we'll just have to find out later #what happens to vulnerable infected hoomins

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. . 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. . (𝒮𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒰𝒞𝐻𝐸)

coworker! scaramouche x f!reader ﾉ sfw content. ﾉ sfw + confession ﾉ modern au ﾉ coworker au ﾉ friends -> lovers ﾉ pure fluffy content ﾉ not proofread ! ꒰ᐢ˵´ ˆ `˵ᐢ꒱

i havent written something fluffy in soo longg . . i missed writing pure, soft fics . . art credits go to @/yakumon_ on tiktok ! ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The night was still young, the hour only barely creeping into the early hours of the morning, and yet Scaramouche found himself already exhausted. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, the beginnings of a headache starting to throb at his temples. The day had been long, his work seemingly endless, and his energy was dissipating. He had a mountain of paperwork waiting for him, a stack of forms and contracts and proposals sitting on his desk, untouched, the documents left abandoned for weeks. The pile was nearly toppling over, the edges curling up, and he frowned, a look of distaste flickering across his features. His gaze shifted towards the window, the view overlooking the cityscape. The lights from the buildings stretched up into the sky, the city aglow, the sight captivating. His frown softened, the irritation draining from his expression, the anger melting away. His gaze swept across the horizon, taking in the sight. There was a sense of awe, a sense of wonder, a sense of pride, the view reminding him just how far he had come, how far he had risen. He was on top of the world, the world at his fingertips, and he had done it all himself. His accomplishments had been hard won, the climb to the top a steep one, the path to success a difficult one. But his efforts had paid off, and he was rewarded with a lavish lifestyle, a comfortable existence. Yet, there was one thing missing. Someone special.

He didn't know when it had started, didn't know exactly when his feelings had changed. At some point, she had gone from a nuisance, an annoyance, a thorn in his side, to something.. more. Her presence was no longer an unwelcome one, the sound of her voice no longer grating, the sight of her no longer irritating. If anything, her company was welcome, her voice a soothing one, her smile brightening his mood. It was a gradual shift, his perception of her changing. One day, he found himself looking forward to seeing her, and the next, he realized that he couldn't picture his life without her. She had become a staple in his life, a fixture in his routine, a constant, someone he could always depend on. It was an odd feeling, an unfamiliar one, but he found that he didn't mind it. He liked her, he really did. It had been a long time since he had cared about someone, a long time since he had trusted anyone, a long time since he had let anyone close. But he had fallen for her, became entangled in her, and now, he found himself in a dilemma. He knew what he wanted, he knew how he felt, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. It was frustrating, the feelings swirling around inside him, the emotions clouding his judgment, and the confusion was driving him crazy.

"Why is it so fucking complicated?" he muttered, the words spilling out.

He let out a huff, shaking his head, trying to clear his mind. He turned away from the window, the view no longer a comfort. He couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate, his thoughts always seemed to drift towards her. She was all he could think about, and he scowled, the feeling of helplessness irritating him.

"Fuck it.. I need a drink.." He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He stalked towards the kitchen, his strides quick and purposeful, his footsteps echoing through the penthouse. He entered the room, his gaze sweeping over the contents. There was an array of alcohol, the cabinets and shelves well stocked. His eyes fell upon the wine rack, the bottles arranged by color and vintage, and he plucked a bottle from the rack. It was a red, the dark liquid swirling around the inside of the glass. He uncorked the bottle, pouring himself a generous amount, before setting the glass down onto the counter. He raised the glass to his lips, the aroma hitting him first. It was a deep, earthy smell, the scent rich and fragrant. The taste was full bodied, the flavor heavy, the liquid rolling over his tongue. It was smooth, the alcohol burning pleasantly as it slid down his throat, the sensation warm and comforting. He took another sip, savoring the taste, letting the flavor linger on his tongue. He closed his eyes, allowing the wine to soothe his nerves, the tension slowly leaving his shoulders. He leaned against the counter, his mind wandering.

"Y/N.." he murmured, her name rolling off his tongue. "Mm.. I wonder what she's doing right now.."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a soft look appearing in his eyes.

"I wish she was here.. I wish.." He trailed off, catching himself. "What the fuck am I doing?.." he muttered, shaking his head. "Get a hold of yourself.."

He took another sip, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass.

"..But I want her.." he admitted, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, his breath hitching, his chest tightening.

"I.. I want her..?.."

He had never said it aloud, never voiced his thoughts, his feelings, but the words were out there now, hanging in the air, and they rang true. He wanted her, more than anything. He wanted her so badly, the urge almost overwhelming, and the need for her burned in his chest, the ache making him dizzy. He couldn't deny it any longer, couldn't fight it, couldn't resist. He was falling, falling fast, and he knew there was no turning back. Not now. His feelings were written all over his face, his emotions clear, and he couldn't hide it anymore. He had to tell her, had to confess, and the thought of rejection terrified him. But the thought of never knowing what could've been was even more terrifying, and he knew he had to do something. He had to risk it all. For her.

With a sigh, he drained the glass, his fingers tightening around the stem, the crystal creaking under the pressure. He placed the glass down, the sound echoing through the room, before striding towards the door. His feet carried him through the hallway, his steps hurried, his mind racing. His heart was pounding, his pulse quickening, his palms growing clammy. His nerves were getting the better of him, his anxiety spiking, the prospect of facing her nerve-wracking. He stopped in front of the door, the wood smooth under his fingertips, the handle cold. He could feel his stomach twisting into knots, the butterflies fluttering in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes, steeling himself, before opening the door and leaving the penthouse.

After some time, he reached her apartment, the number engraved on the brass plate, and he hesitated, his hand hovering over the bell. The seconds ticked by, the seconds feeling like hours, the moments stretching into an eternity, and his apprehension grew, his fear building. But, his need for her was stronger, his desire for her outweighing his doubt, and he took a deep breath, ringing the doorbell. There was a moment of silence, a moment of stillness, and then, the door swung open.

You stood in the doorway, your eyes wide, a look of surprise on your face. Your hair was slightly disheveled, your cheeks flushed, your clothes rumpled. You must've been sleeping, he thought. You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing, before letting out a nervous laugh. He cleared his throat, the awkwardness of the situation making him fidget, before speaking.

"Um, hey.." he started, his voice low, his tone hesitant. "Listen, I uh.. I needed to see you."

You cocked your head, your brow furrowing, confusion washing over your features. He continued, the words tumbling out. "I know it's late, and I know it's probably weird, but I had to tell you.." he paused, swallowing, before continuing. ".. I-I like you. Like, really like you. And.. I just needed to get that off my chest."

His words hung in the air, the silence thick, the tension palpable. Your expression was unreadable, the emotions flickering across your face indecipherable. You were frozen, rooted to the spot, your body stiff, the shock making your limbs heavy. He looked down, his gaze dropping, before muttering, "Shit, I shouldn't have said that.." His face burned, the humiliation setting in, and he turned away, starting to walk off, his hands clenched into fists. But, before he could go, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He glanced back, your grip firm, your expression serious.

"Stay." You whispered, your voice soft. He looked at you, his gaze meeting yours, his eyes searching your face. "Stay.." You repeated, the words barely a whisper, and he nodded, his hand sliding into yours.

"Okay." He replied, his tone matching yours.

With that, you led him into the apartment, the door closing behind you. The room was dim, the lights off, the curtains drawn. You made your way through the living room, his hand still in yours, the floorboards creaking underfoot. You stopped in front of the sofa, your fingers intertwining with his, and you sat down, the cushions sinking beneath your weight. The silence was heavy, the quietness suffocating, the tension rising. You stared at him, your gaze intent, and he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Scara..?" you murmured, breaking the silence. "Tell me.."

He looked at you, his brow furrowed, his expression thoughtful.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his tone confused.

"Tell me.." you repeated, your eyes meeting his. ".. tell me how you feel."

He let out a breath, the sound shaky, his nerves getting the better of him. "I.. I don't know.." he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't know how to put it into words."

"Then, show me.." you breathed, leaning in, your face mere inches from his.

He froze, his body stiffening, his mind racing. His thoughts were jumbled, the feelings overwhelming, and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"I.." he started, his words faltering. "Oh, god.." Scaramouche muttered, the frustration building. "I can't, I can't." He shook his head, the movement jerky, his hands balling into fists. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry.. I've been trying to hold back for weeks, months, and now.." he trailed off, his gaze falling to the floor, the shame written all over his face. "..And now, I'm ruining it, aren't I? I'm ruining our friendship, I'm fucking it all up, just like I always do.." he muttered, his words laced with self-loathing.

You stared at him, his outburst surprising you, the sudden change in his demeanor jarring. You reached out, your palm cupping his cheek, his skin warm beneath your touch. You could feel him trembling, his muscles tense, his body rigid. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, the guilt in his expression making your heart ache.

"Hey.." you murmured, your voice soft. "Hey, it's okay.." You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, the contact soothing. "You're not ruining anything."

He took a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping, the tension easing. "Y/N.." he said, his tone pained. "I can't keep pretending, I can't keep lying to myself. I-I want you, more than anything." His hand covered yours, his grip firm, his fingers lacing with yours. "I know this is probably a lot, and I know it's selfish of me, but.." he paused, swallowing, before continuing. ".. but, I want you. And, I think you feel the same." He searched your face, his gaze searching yours. ".. Tell me, tell me if I'm wrong." He implored, his voice laced with desperation. "Please."

Your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his voice taking you by surprise. You stared at him. You had never seen him like this, his emotions laid bare, his vulnerability on full display. He was raw, vulnerable, his armor stripped away. And, it was beautiful. You took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs, before exhaling, the sound shaky. Your heart was hammering in your chest. The feelings were mutual, the attraction obvious, the chemistry electric. But, the implications were daunting. You were friends, coworkers, and a relationship between you was risky, the repercussions potentially devastating. But, you knew you had to take the chance. The opportunity was too good, the timing too perfect, the feeling too right. So, with a nod, you leaned in, your lips crashing against his. The kiss was rough, the contact desperate, the need for each other all-consuming. His arms wrapped around you, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, the passion igniting, the fire burning. The moment was charged, the feelings intense, the emotions overpowering. It was everything, and more. It was perfect. After what seemed like an eternity, the kiss broke, the two of you breathless, your foreheads touching.

A tear fell from his eye. He was crying. You kissed his tears, and he let out a shaky breath, the sound filled with emotion. "You.." he started, his voice cracking. "You feel the same.." he murmured, his eyes widening, the realization setting in. "I-I don't know what to say.." You chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes, before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "You don't have to say anything.." you whispered, your smile warm. He smiled back, the sight making your heart skip a beat, and he pulled you into a hug, his arms encircling you. You rested your head on his shoulder, the moment tender, the closeness comforting. It felt right, the closeness, the intimacy, and you sighed, the sound content. It was the beginning of something new, something wonderful, and you knew you were in for a wild ride. But, you were ready. You had been ready. After all, what's life without a little bit of risk?

With that, you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips, the love in your heart growing stronger. And, as the night drew to a close, and the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, you drifted off, the man of your dreams by your side. And, when you awoke, the memories of the previous night would remain, the moments engraved in your heart, the feelings lingering. It was the start of something special, the beginning of a new chapter, and you were ready.

You were ready for it all.

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night-raven-tattler · 5 months

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What's your ideal type?

A/N: This is a series where I write what I think is the ideal type for all the boys of the main cast. Enjoy!

Characters: Heartslabyul dorm (Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater) ×GN!Reader (separate, romantic)

Other parts of the series: Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Warnings: food (Trey's first bullet point)

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Riddle's ideal type would be...

Someone who can gain his respect. A way into Riddle's heart is to catch his attention, either through your extensive knowledge about your favorite topic or a very solid sense of self. He likes people who can hold their head high so their crown won't fall off.

Someone who can understand his need to stick to the rules. His journey of self improvement made him understand he can't always force people to stick to all rules. But he still has a long way to go until he can break out of his bad habits, and if you wait for him to catch up, he'll appreciate it.

Someone who allows him to feel his emotions. Always forced to listen and never argue, Riddle has a lot of pent up emotions that spill out through anger at every inconvenience, but no one really taught him how to sit down with himself and understand what bottled up emotion is making him react. He needs someone who can at least nudge him towards trying to understand what and why he's feeling.

Someone who takes him out of his comfort zone. The rigid routine he has been stuck in over the years left its mark on Riddle, making him fear trying out new things. He fears the consequences of failure. But it's natural to be bad before you are good at something, and if you can push Riddle towards trying new things you get to see him at his most vulnerable: someone who simply loves to learn about the wonders of the world around him.

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Ace's ideal type would be...

Someone he can get a reaction out of. Ace is a major tease and a bit of a jerk, but that's part of his charm. From annoyance to fluster, if he can get himself to stay into your mind longer than expected, he'll gladly extend his stay there for as long as possible.

Someone who is not afraid to call him out and keep him in line. Ace doesn't just nod and agree: he likes to make a statement, to be honest and call people out, but his thoughts don't always go through any filters before leaving his lips. He appreciates when you can be honest in return and tell him that he is going too far.

Someone who doesn't get offended from every honest thing he says. Like I mentioned above, Ace doesn't really use his mental filter, and things just come out of his mouth sometimes. He doesn't always mean harm, he just wants to get his point across and be as straightforward as possible. He likes when you're willing to take his feedback before commenting on his lack of filter.

Someone who pays attention to him. It's a surefire way to gain Ace's affection. Rewarding him in just the right ways will have Ace following you like a puppy, if he's not doing that already. Save him a seat in the cafeteria. Get him those cherry flavored candies. Cheer for him during a basketball match. Soon enough he'll reciprocate the gestures.

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Deuce's ideal type would be...

Someone who is comfortable with change. Deuce is always working on ways to become a better person, a better student, a better son, even a better boyfriend. If you can understand why he always needs to seek ways to change, you'll be a welcome presence in his life.

Someone responsible. Deuce is not the most reliable student out there. He's trying, but not always succeeding. So, if he has someone to look up to, it will motivate him and won't let him dwell on his shortcomings for too long.

Someone he can make mistakes with. He deeply regrets his past as a delinquent, so he holds himself to a standard that always seems to be out of his reach, and kicks himself up when he doesn't reach it. If you can teach him that baby steps are more important than huge change, you'll earn a place in Deuce's heart.

Someone who finds family important. This might sound weird, but you won't always be Deuce's top priority. His mom, Dillah, is the only person who was in his corner no matter what while he was growing up. He wants to do everything he can to repay her for everything she did. Someone who understands the importance of family in Deuce's life reassures him that not only you'll fit in his family, but you'll be on a similar page when he decides it's time to bring up you two making your own.

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Trey's ideal type would be...

Someone who appreciates baking. You don't have to be good at it. You don't even need to know too much about it! Trey likes the attention you give him whenever he bakes, especially since he does it very often.

Someone who doesn't push him to be more than what he is. Trey has a very solid sense of self, and knows exactly what he wants to do to live a comfortable and satisfying life. Just trust him and let him know you are confident he knows what he's doing, and don't bring up any "wasted potential" talk.

Someone who calls him out when he jumps to conclusions. Trey is observant, kind and compassionate; however he also tends to underestimate the people around him, in the way that he thinks everyone who has his sympathy needs his support. Don't hesitate to remind him how that backfired for him, and he'll appreciate it.

Someone who can enjoy a small prank war with him. At the end of the day, Trey likes teasing people and a good, harmless practical joke has him smirking at you for days. You can always try to put salt in his coffee or misplace his notes, but you also need to be prepared for the consequences.

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Cater's ideal type would be...

Someone who doesn't wear their heart to their sleeve. They say a bit of mystery makes someone more attractive, and Cater totally agrees. He does find the honest types adorable, but to catch and keep his attention on you, you have to leave some cards close to your chest. It will leave him curious and eager to unravel you, piece by piece.

Someone who enjoys aesthetic things. Cater often takes out his phone to snap pics of various things he finds cool or interesting to post to his Magicam. Don't be afraid to send him pictures you've taken as well! Just don't send too many pink things.

Someone who gives him space when he needs it. It's no secret Cater is pretty closed off emotionally and doesn't really like to make close relationships. While it's good to bring him out of his shell in the emotional department, overdoing it will overwhelm him and push him away. You have to do it bit by bit, leaving him enough space to decide when it's okay to seek you out himself.

Someone who is willing to be more emotionally open first. Creating a safe space is key. You will have to make the first step if you want you two to develop a deeper connection. If you extend your hand first, he'll at least consider taking it.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader

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astralis-is-typing · 1 year

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Gossiping with skz

⚝fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

⚝word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

Knows all the tea before you even bring it up.

Homeboy knows everything about everyone somehow. I guess it’s because Chan has this really welcoming aura that just makes people deem him trustworthy. He won’t even pretend to be surprised by what you’re telling him, so you might feel a little put out… but he’ll more than make up for it by telling you what he knows! Your eyes are literally bulging out of your skull, your jaw hanging open by the time he’s done. It feels like you brought a snack and he pulled up with a whole five course meal. He’ll smirk at the expression on your face and tease you for thinking you could top his tea.

To put it simply, you cannot outdo the doer. Bro literally knows it all haha. Also, he’s very low-key about what he knows– so consider yourself lucky that he’s chosen you as his gossip buddy.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

He'll pretend he’s uninterested and act like he’s ignoring you, only dropping the act to scold you that it’s bad manners to gossip. That is, until you mention something or someone that piques his interest. Now he has to know.

You’ll probably be teasing him like, ‘oh, I thought you didn’t want to know’, sticking your tongue out and walking away. If he needs to pin you down to the seat/couch HE WILL. As Han once said, “I can’t tease Lee Know-hyung, he’ll use force”. Will grant you one of his death stares if you try make him apologize before you finally spill for ignoring you. Literally will not let you leave till you finish the story.

Lee Know probably gets so smug when he’s the one bringing in the tea. Like his eyes glimmer and everything. I feel like he’d do that pose where he’s got his legs crossed and his hands on his lap; flashing you a cat-like grin and sitting so stoically upright while you’re borderline dangling out of your seat, just to hear what he’s saying because he won’t speak up.

｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ

Gossiping with Changbin would have to exclusively be done in private because he’ll be reacting so loudly! Gaping and pointing when you mention someone in his line of sight. And heaven forbid the tea in question walks past you guys… man will STARE.

Brace yourself because he’s the type to smack your shoulder exceptionally astonished.

I feel like both he and Lee Know would ask loads of questions. They love gossip but also would like to verify that it isn’t all just hot air, you know? Also, whenever the two of you were in the same room as the people you were gossiping about he’d keep looking over at you and grinning or pulling faces that make you struggle to hold in a laugh. You’d be scolding him and hitting him (playfully of course) afterwards, vowing to never share ANYTHING with him again. He’d whine, promising he won’t be as obvious with future topics of discussion (a promise that barely lasts 2 days).

Bonus: Changbin is the type to store screenshots from group chat arguments like court documents. He has pretty incriminating evidence on that android of his so better not test the guy.

｡⁠Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The type of friend to have just as much beef as you do with whoever you guys are talking about by the time you’re through with the tea.

Very reactive and will definitely be adding things on. Stuff like, ‘It isn’t even in their place!’ if someone’s talking smack about you and what not. With him it’s like sparring or a tennis match. When you serve, he will serve back; it builds up like a jenga tower. Just best friend material if you catch my drift.

Honestly there’d be a lot of tone variation haha. At some points you’d be whispering conspiratorially, leaning close to each other and whispering even if you two are alone. At other points your exaggerated hand gestures will be running the conversation. Gossiping with Hyunjin would be such a rewarding experience to be honest. In addition, he’s got a really expressive face, so you’d be knowing his opinion on whatever you’re saying immediately. Would definitely be slapping a hand over his mouth, frowning in disgust… the whole package.

Hyunjin has previously mentioned that he doesn’t judge a book by its cover, preferring not to believe rumours about people, and this is true. Nevertheless, he’d indulge you (thoroughly) because he trusts your judgement and you aren’t one to think badly of a person without reasons.

Bonus: Snacks and actual tea (or in his case, iced americanos) are FOR SURE part of the conversation. Would be sipping dramatically with raised eyebrows when you mention someone he knows. Let’s out a dramatic ‘SAME!’ because he doesn’t like them either. “I thought I was the only one,” he’d say while clutching his chest before shaking his head and continuing to munch on whatever flour-based snack he’s brought that day.

｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Cannot keep still while gossiping. Will keep standing up and will even pace/ walk around when something is particularly juicy. And with his weak ass legs he’d probably trip and end up just lying on the floor for a while… unbothered by it because the story is getting good. Yes, Han is a floor gossiper. (Insert Rose’s “everything I need is on the ground” meme.)

Han also is the type to get SO wrapped up in a tea time session that he won’t notice the time passing lmao. He’ll probably remember an even juicier story mid-story haha. “BY THE WAY! Did I ever tell you-?”/ “SPEAKING OF WHICH-!”.

Like, every new point you make reminds him of something else. The two of you are out here putting pieces of a puzzle together until you’ve found out who the neighbour is cheating on her husband with or something lol. Like it’s part gossip part detective work, you two actually deserve salaries for how good you are. If you guys are texting and you drop a bomb, be prepared (preferably with low phone volume) for an impromptu facetime with a SHAKEN Jisung. Also, if any of the other members know something about what you two are talking about he’ll be dragging them in. If it’s Seungmin, who’s very stingy with his tea, the two of you will be offering your kidneys for the information he most definitely can give you.

No snacks/ drinks here because he’s probably the type to spit out his water in shock haha.

｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

Bro gets astronomically shocked. Like his reactions when he’s gossiping, watching people roast each other or similar situations are just priceless.

At first he’s pretty tentative with it because he doesn’t gossip much, but he’ll come around. He’s more subtle than Changbin but will still be nudging you with his elbow or foot when the ‘issue’ is in the room with you.

An adlib gossiper- he even gasps on beat and all that. You’ll be all like, “Felix you won’t believe what they said-” and he’ll be like, “Gurl what did they say??!” (You know, in the best aussified alternative for this sentence, cannot imagine the term gurl/gworl coming out of Felix’s mouth lmao).

If someone’s watching you guys they’ll feel so excluded (how I felt when watching skz talker in the gif *sigh*… feeling intensifies when there are no subs). Also I feel like a prime location for a gossip session would be the car! Long journeys where there’s not much to see outside the window, and you turn to him like, “Did you hear about…”

｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

Now if you’ve ever watched 2kr (2 Kids Room) you KNOW this man has the inside scoop.

It’s an elite feeling to be gossiping with Seungmin because, as I’d mentioned before, he’s very choosy when it comes to who he shares his tea with. That stuff is scalding hot. Like between him and Chris, those two know all the jyp ent. secrets. Like bro probably has documents proving that Hyunjin and Yeji are related. Seungmin is INFORMED.

This is another member who’ll have actual tea with him, cradling the cup delicately with both palms and sipping slowly as he watches you lose your mind over the rim of the mug. Crosses his legs and acts so nonchalant while slapping you with the fattest, juiciest conspiracy/rumour you’ve ever heard. If you tell him something he actually doesn’t know, his composed aura will fade so fast- mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as you share your story.

｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Jeongin will 100% end a gossip session saying, “But anyways, who are we to judge?”

Between Innie’s attitude and Grandma identity your boy is a prime candidate for a gossip buddy. He’s just THE ONE. His yt/vlives are literally titled ‘Maknae’s Private Life’- doesn’t that scream tea to you? Like if you’re gossiping in a group his input is for sure the most awaited. People will be leaving to go look for him if he isn’t already present.

Gossiping with Jeongin is all hushed tones and huddled conversations. Bro might even go as far as putting his phone on silent if the tea is hot enough. I feel like he’d unintentionally switch to his Busan accent when things start to get really juicy lmao.

Abruptly keeps quiet or changes the topic whenever someone passes by the two of you. If you aren’t used to this you’ll get so confused, looking at him like ‘???’ when he randomly starts telling you about the new shoes he bought.

Idk why, but to me I.N’s really good at insta stalking and he would be pulling up people’s pages if you didn’t seem to know who he’s talking about.

⚝A/N: How would you rank them MTL? I'd love to hear about it. P.s: in case you like them, the orange dividers originally by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

+Thank you for reading!♡ Here's a present for making it to the end😋:

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ageingfangirl2 · 5 months

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Never Have I Ever! Red Hair Pirates (One Piece)

Part 2

You play a game of Never Have I Ever and secrets come to light that some crew would rather forget. Reader x Red Hair Pirates FLUFF (Female reader implied)

You walk onto the deck after finishing documenting the last battle since Shanks had assigned you the ship scribe and roll your eyes as the rest of the crew sits in a circle drinking and laughing. You didn't mind a drink here and there but sometimes pirates could be a little excessive when it came to booze and celebrating after a successful battle.

Shanks spots you and waves you over wearing his trademark drunken grin, 'come play with us,' he slurs, and brings the bottle in his hand up to his lips.

You roll your eyes again and approach the circle, 'what are you guys playing?'

Benn notices you looking for an empty spot since there were none and immediately pulls you down to sit on his lap, 'never have I ever doll.'

Yasopp hands you a bottle of unopened wine, 'you take it in turns saying something you haven't done, and if someone has done the thing they have to drink and tell the story.'

Benn squeezes your thigh and smirks, 'We're about to find out some of your secrets, hit us with your best shot.'

You uncork the wine and take a large swig, you had a bone to pick with Benn for embarrassing you in town earlier and you had just the right ammunition to take away his smugness.

'Okay, never have I ever...' you pause, and everyone in the circle leans in a little closer because you didn't share a lot about yourself, '...never have I ever seen my captain's dick.'

Benn scowls at you, 'You little minx, I told you that in private.'

You pout, 'Drink up and spill old man, unless our beloved captain wants to tell the story.'

Shanks howls with laughter, 'Benn's seen my dick several times. You jealous little lady?'

'Seven...' you stutter.

Benn pretty much finishes his whole drink before talking, 'I never initiated any of them, that's all on Shanks.'

However what shocks you next is that one by one the rest of the guys start drinking, and if your jaw could hit the deck it would as Shanks continues laughing.

'He showed me in the kitchen when I was prepping vegetables, compared it against a bunch of carrots,' Lucky says with a grimace, 'it took me a while to pick up another carrot.'

'Rockstar and I were fishing and he simply whipped it out,' Lime Juice says calmly, 'we promised never to talk about it again.'

'It wasn't long after the formation of the crew. We got drunk and had a dick measuring contest,' Yasopp speaks up, 'it sobered me right up.'

Hongo clicks his tongue, 'it wasn't even medical. Like Rockstar and Lime Juice, I was minding my own business in the infirmary, and he waltzed in real pride in himself.

You notice Benn pout next to you, 'What's wrong? Did you think you were special?'

'Maybe a little,' Benn mumbles into his empty bottle.

You find your captain's eyes and he's smirking at you mischievously, 'I'm going to like playing this game with you, everyone tells you their secrets.'

The game abruptly ended after your one and only turn, the crew wanting to drown their sorrows, and a lot more booze was consumed to forget the image of Shank's dick.

You finish your wine and decide to leave the pity party and head towards the back of the ship to get a better view of the stars. You were pretty satisfied with the carnage you'd caused, maybe now you wouldn't be teased or pranked as much.

'You never answered my earlier question,' Shanks slurs from behind you.

You spin around and see Shanks leaning casually against the railing, 'err what was the question, captain?'

Shanks saunters towards you, 'You jealous you haven't seen your captain's dick? You're the odd one out.'

You shake your head and cover your eyes as Shanks's hand goes to the waistband of his pants, your cheeks blushing, 'I'm not jealous, I wanted to get back at Benn for embarrassing me. Please keep it in your pants captain.'

You gasp as you feel Shanks's arm go around you pulling you against his chest, feeling the fabric of his pants on your legs so you don't have to worry and open your eyes, 'you're going to give me a heart attack one day captain.'

Shanks ruffles your hair, 'I'll never make you feel uncomfortable. But when you're ready to see your first dick I'll make sure it's mine.'

You grew up on an island full of women, so until meeting Shanks and the rest of the crew you had limited knowledge of men. After agreeing to join the crew because you wanted an adventure you slowly started your education of men. Maybe pirates shouldn't have been your first introduction.

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mockerycrow · 11 months

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I got a funny short fic idea here. Task 141 + König + Los Vaqueros x fem!reader reacting to their bodies being switched with each other.

A bit of a scenario, both of them went on a mission and happens to get ambushed by a gas fume in a room, after some lingering time time trying to get out of there (they did eventually), they passed out and the other members had to drag both of their bodies to base. The next day they woke up in the medic room but found something is wrong with their own bodies. Could be either sfw or nsfw

Body Switch Gas (141 + Los Vaqueros + König x Fem!Reader)

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A/N: I made this sfw because I wasn’t sure how to how make it nsfw. i also stole the “valeria escaped” warzone storyline. i also don’t like how this ended up, so i might edit it later and tag you in the new version. my apologies!

Honestly, nothing seemed weird with the room at first. A standard side room inside of a warehouse—full on intel on Valeria’s whereabouts. It was clear she was here at one point; pictures of different cartel members, people who had betrayed her, floor plans of several different buildings—several that you’ve already been to, and more that now you can check out. There’s many documents strewn about too, something that can be sifted through by techs later. Your fingers brush over a few papers and move them around, a particular piece of paper catching your eye. You look over at your captain, Price, motioning him over with your head. “I think I got something.” You call out, successfully catching his attention. Price walks over with heavy footsteps and goes to grab the document your fingers linger on, and then suddenly this odorless, foggy gas begins to spill out of the simple vents around the room. You immediately cough as whatever the gas seems to be, burns your lungs. You try to swat the gas away, patting your gear for your gas mask, but it’s nowhere to be found. His coughs echo off of the walls, his hand clutching the table that’s covered in papers. Your vision blurs as you make your way towards the door, but you end up being too weak to open it. You spot outside of the little corner room that the warehouse is filling up with the same gas and the panic strikes you; what if your teammates get hurt?? You fall to the ground and hit your head harshly, knocking you out before you could debate the thought any more.

You groan quietly, not quite registering the vocal tone being low and too rough to be yours—not when you have this intense throbbing bouncing inside of your skull. You hear a heartbeat monitor vaguely coming from your upper right as you twitch awake. Your eyes flutter open for a moment and you stare at the ceiling and freeze because something feels totally and utterly wrong. You sit up quickly and look at your hands and the hands that in place of yours are definitely not yours. The hefty gear resting on body is not yours. Your breath hitches and you mutter, “What the fu-“ and you quickly cut yourself off as a familiar gruff, low, British accent spills from your lips. You clear your throat as you hesitantly lift your fingers to your cheek, brushing your fingers over the skin to find thick hair—a beard of some sort. You rip your hand away in shock but then you can’t stop staring at your hands again. “This has to be a dream.”

You look around and a curtain is closed around your infirmary bed. For some reason, no one took your gear off, so you reach around and begin to remove the heavy vest. You let out a sigh of relief as you let it fall to the side of the gurney with a loud thump. You put your hand on your chest and for the first time ever, you don’t feel boobs. Your eyes widen as you quickly cup your chest, only to feel firm pecs. “What the actual fuck is goin’ on?” You curse, only to jump from the voice that’s coming from your new body. You sound exactly like fucking Price. As soon as you move to take your IV out, someone opens the curtain to your bedding area. You have a deer in headlights look as you make eye contact with one of the base corpsman’s, his smile soft, yet filled with nerves. “You’re awake! That’s good, the others are waiting for you in room 18.” He murmurs, holding a clipboard and a pen. He writes something down as you nod, dread filling you once again. “We’ll get this figured out, alright?”

He walks over and gently removes the IV, putting a cotton ball with a piece of medical tape over the site, pulls off the heart monitor pieces, and then the corpsman walks away. Leaving you alone.

What the fuck did he mean?

You shake your head and you stand up slowly and it feels weird. This isn’t your body and it borderline feels like you have to learn how to walk again. You silently make your way down the hall of the infirmary room, heading towards the hall. Room 18 should just be around the corner. The sliding doors open for you and you step out into the hall; you can hear familiar voices down the hall from that exact room. You make your way there and you open the door, met with everyone around a table—including you. It’s very surreal and scary and you nearly pale.

“Ah, [Name], you’re awake!” Soap exclaims softly, softer than Soap usually would. You blink and you don’t answer at first. Gaz reaches over and nudges Soap, muttering, “She’s confused, give her a second.”

You stand there and you point to yourself, swallowing your spit and saying, “What the fuck and why am I Price?”

Your body snorts quietly, her arms crossed. “And I’m you, [Name].”

You blink. And you blink again.

“Gah, you broke her!” Ghost’s voice is fucking booming—louder than you’ve heard it before and you wince. “Johnny, can you not?” Gaz hisses, looking at Ghost.

Oh, so.. “Wait.. who is who?”

“I’m Ghost.” Gaz answers, his arms remaining crossed. “I’m Soap!” Ghost says, leaning back in his chair. Soap chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “You can guess who I am then, huh?”

Again, you blink.

What the actual fuck just happened.

“Wait, where’s the others? Alejandro, Rudy? König?” You ask with a worried tone, walking over and sitting down next to,,, yourself. Weird.

You make eye contact with yourself; or, er, Price, as he begins to speak. "They're freakin' out in their own room, trying to figure out a way to fix all of this."

"Who switched with who?" You question. "Konig is Alejandro, Rudy is Konig and Alejandro is Rudy." Ghost pipes up, stretching his back muscles. Oh.

With no knowledge of how long you all will stay like this, you stay sitting down, wondering if this a forever thing. And you wonder how it even fucking happened in the first place.

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He gently caressed their scattered skin, dry for their living condition and from the mud that had been spattered on them while they were dragged to the sentences of the seven.

The imposter was finally captured, and now the day of their execution has come.

As they were taken to their pyre, the seven archons observed in disgust the blasphemy of the creature that dared to impersonate the actual creator. But three, among those who wanted to claim their heads, felt a heavy doubt about this call for blood.

The Hydro and Dendro Archons looked at each other, knowing that something in them was so off. And, just behind Lady Furina, the Ludex watched, in horror, the scene in front of him.

That wasn't justice. Justice was something that needed to be used in order to create peace—to judge and punish the ones that harm others lives, the ones that have to keep everything in check.

They dragged that poor, marturated body over the stage,their hands grasping some hair from their caged throats. Their jailers didn't lose the opportunity to shove their feet on their already broken ribs, causing them to cough and gasp. That wasn't justice.

Days prior, Neuvilette studied the case, searching for everything that could justify the looming execution against someone who had impersonated the creator. And his efforts took him to nothing; the accused was attacked on the spot, but there wasn't any activity from their part.

They never professed to be the creator; the persecution started without an actual felony.

And now there they were, the former dragon in front of the soon-to-be dead imposter.

Why did he feel his heart clench at the vision of that human in that sorry state? He was the great judge of Fontaine; he wasn't supposed to feel sadness against someone like them, and yet...

Without even knowing it, he moved in their direction. Some believed that he was ready to strike something, to hurt them more like everyone else. Instead, followed by the crowd falling into silence, he kneeled in front of them, watching the creator in their eyes.

There were no eyes to watch—just two burning holes. They once admired the beauty of that world.

His gloved fingers reached for their cheeks, meeting only a trembling and sobbing mess. They retreat, fearing another sharp blow.

"Please..."

His voice was calm and gentle, which surprised them. How lovely did someone actually use that tone with them?

They kept trembling, but they didn't retreat again when he had the courage to stroke their faces. Was that agonizing torture really necessary? The face of a god was enough to justify the horrors of what they did to that human. In all the years of his work, Neuvilette has never felt such agony for someone who clearly faces unnecessary violence.

Did the archer really enjoy this? Did they actually feel such happiness terrorizing and violating someone who was clearly at their limit? For the first time in a century, Neuvilette felt his blood boiling.

"Why did you impersonate a god? ...Did you want to fool them in order to gain power?"

There wasn't any evidence reported in the document; the witness never actually stated that they ever did something against their law. He had nothing; now he wanted to hear it out.

No words; just a small whine came out of their lips. They wanted to say something, but they were too weak to even talk. Neuvilette came closer, trying to understand something, anything.

"It hurt... It hurt so much. Please."

He didn't need any more words.

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"Ummm... I wonder what kind of interesting new show you're going to put us through, my dear Ludex!"

Furina's voice was chirpier than ever, clearly infatuated by the outcome of the last week.

Neuvilette decided to ignore her small talk; he had more important matters to attend to.

"By the way, you said that the other day our new guest had... spilled gold from their bandages?"

"Yes, I think that happened. I think I saw a few traces back at the executor, but I never investigated anything about it."

"Ummm..."

Silence fell again in the office, and the two occupants now wondered the same question.

What now?

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #neuvillette #furina

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kdogreads · 10 months

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Ooh I thought of one tony flirting with ny not knowing she's married to or dateing Gibbs.

SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Are You Done?

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

Warnings: just some flirty, jealous-ish fluff

“Ziva, Tony, McGee,” The honey-smoked voice you’d grown to love boomed across the bullpen, “On your feet — Someone for you to meet.”

The team gathered near where you stood alongside Jethro. All three sent reluctant smiles your way until Gibbs began to speak again. He introduced you formally with your first and last name, and the uninspiring title of “The new HR rep.”

Great, you thought, they’re gonna hate me already.

“Ha-alright,” Tony stuck his hand out to shake yours energetically, “It’s good to have another pretty face to share all my work problems with. Hey, you know, that new guy in legal is really getting under my skin; he’s so—“

“DiNozzo,” Jethro cut in, “Let her settle in before you start bellyaching, huh?”

You all let out a chuckle and the team retreated back to their desks. Jethro shot you a quick grin and nodded towards a nearby hallway before escorting you to your new office.

The next few hours went along as well as they could for the first day at a new job. You met your new coworkers, started to learn your way around the office, and took note of where the handsome Special Agent Gibbs spent most of his time.

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As the evening wound down, you made your way back to where your day began to check in with investigative team — they had been the most welcoming to you all day, so you decided to make it a point to get to know them all better.

You weren’t surprised to see the whole crew still hard at work. Ziva was on and off the phone consistently, speaking a different language each time she started a new conversation. McGee seemed too engrossed in his screen and keyboard to notice the outside world. Tony was leaned back in his chair, slouched in a leisurely pose, going through some files that were overflowing with papers spilling out onto his lap.

Then there was Jethro. He looked stoic as ever with a few papers spread out over his desk, his gaze shifting from the neatly stacked documents to his computer screen and back again. His hand drifted over to his ever-full cup of coffee without taking his eyes away from his work. It was only when he placed the cup back into its spot in the corner of his desk that he noticed you entering their shared workspace.

The way he announced your name in greeting caused a smile to creep involuntarily across your face.

A simple, “Hi,” is all you could muster as you tried to gain your composure back.

“Ready to quit yet?” He quipped with that shit-eating grin you love so much spreading across his face.

You simply scoffed in response as he pulled up an extra chair for you to sit next to his desk and decompress. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was nearly lulling you to sleep until Tony made his way over and stopped in front of you, one arm leaning on a shelf and looking your way.

“Hey HR, how was your first day?” He asked you honestly, but you could see the wheels of flirtation spinning in his mind.

“It’s been,” You took a deep breath in and motioned to the stack of files spilling out of your bag, “A lot to take in.”

Tony chuckled and took a step closer to you, leaning in to pat you gently on the shoulder affectionately.

“A smart, beautiful woman like you?” He exhaled quickly like there was something hot in his mouth, “You can handle that and more, I’m sure of it.”

You smiled and shot him an, “Oh, thanks.” Jethro had warned you about Tony, and you just couldn’t wait to see how far he would let it go on before his protectiveness kicked into high gear. You swore you could almost feel the heat Jethro was giving off as jealousy crept up into his chest.

Tony went on picking your brain, polite as ever, but with a hint of playfulness that you knew had to be driving your boyfriend crazy.

“So,” Tony began after laughing about your shared love of coffee creamer more so than coffee, “What does your boyfriend do for a living?”

You hadn’t disclosed that you were in a relationship, but it was his age-old way of prying to see how much further he could take his flirting.

“He’s actually a federal agent, too, kinda like you,” You let your lips curl in a smirk and raised your eyebrows at him, taunting him to keep asking more questions.

“Oohh, so you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, huh?” The two of you laughed before he kept poking for more information, “So what is he? FBI? CIA? Don’t tell me it’s Secret Service?”

“Mmhmm, something like that,” You teased, leaning forward to grab a sip of your coffee, “Can’t spill all my secrets just yet, Tony.”

You heard Jethro let out a scoff, his finger tapping rapidly on his pen as the impatience invaded his senses more and more. He fidgeted a bit with a file before abruptly standing up, sending his chair flying back into the divider wall behind him, and took off somewhere around the corner.

“Jeez,” Tony grumbled, “He’s always in a bad mood.”

You exhaled sharply and grinned, “I’m sure he isn’t always be in a bad mood.”

Tony flashed his charming, pearly smile and shook his head endearingly, “You don’t know Gibbs like I do, sweetheart.”

You returned a salacious smile while Tony adjusts his stance to lean his relaxed frame closer to you. Your eyes lifted to meet his, a spirited glint in your eye as you see a handsome figure appear in the very corner of your peripheral.

“So, HR, I know a great Thai food place just down the road, whatcha say I take you there, show you some of our NCIS hospitality?” He grins confidently awaiting your answer, which he just knows will be a resounding “yes.”

Tony straightens up quickly as a sharp whap hits him in the back of the head. Your eyes widen in surprise, but crinkle into a laugh as soon as the realization hits you.

“DiNozzo,” The booming voice you’d come to know growled from behind Tony’s terrified face, “Are you done?”

“Ow! Sorry boss! Just talking, ah. Done with what again, sir?” He rubbed the back of his head and tried to shake off the embarrassment of being scolded by the boss in front of a woman he was trying to impress. He slinked back a step, allowing Jethro’s strong frame to come all the way into your view. His body language oozing with possessiveness and nerve.

“Done flirting with my woman,” He growled, his intensity stirring a fire deep within your belly.

You wished you’d had a camera in your hand to capture the look of sheer terror on Tony’s face. A laugh spilled out of your lips as he stuttered out something akin to an apology, an explanation, anything to keep Jethro from kicking him right in the ass.

You stood up to grant Jethro a quick peck on his rough lips before tucking into his shoulder, his hand placed firmly on your lower back.

“I’m sorry I let you keep going, Tony,” You apologized with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, “I just couldn’t help myself.” A deep, grumbling scoff vibrated out of Jethro’s chest as he shook his head, fighting desperately to keep a smirk from creeping onto his lips.

It was only now you thought to look around, realizing with a blush that everyone in the room was staring at you, eyes glued to this unfortunate and hilarious confrontation. You felt embarrassed for only a moment before Tony cleared his throat, his face still beet red and wide-eyed.

“It won’t happen again, boss and, uh, ma’am — boss ma’am, Mrs. boss, uh—“ Tony was back to his stumbling apology. You couldn’t help but let another laugh dance from your lips.

“Tony, you can still call by my name,” You smiled placing a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “Right, Jethro?” You shot him a look with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to cut Tony a break.

Jethro only hummed a soft “mmmhhmm” before clapping his hand softly to your back, pressing gently to guide you toward the elevator. You gratefully leaned into his touch and waved goodbye to the still-staring team.

“All of you, back to work, now,” Jethro demanded with force, and you had to stifle back the giggle threatening to escape. Everyone hurriedly opened their files and picked up their phones, not daring to piss Gibbs off any more.

The act dropped the second you stepped into the elevator. That deliciously snarky smile you love snaked onto Jethro’s face as he yanked you into a steamy kiss, laughing into your parted lips.

“Brat,” He growled into your ear, his hot breathe sending a shiver down your spine.

“You love it,” You tease back.

He tucks you into him for another quick embrace as the elevator comes to a stop just outside the parking garage. His lips brush quickly over your temple before sliding his hand down to intertwine while the elevator doors start to creak open.

“Yes, ma’am, I do”

#leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #ncis fic #ncis gibbs #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #gibbs x reader #kdogreads #fluff #reader insert

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silenttale22 · 6 months

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PRETTY LIKE YOU |JJK|

IDOL!BF!Jungkook x Chubby!reader Genre: Fluff, slight angst, suggestive(at the end) Warnings: curses, past/current low self-esteem, insecurities, avoiding, reader is a lil bit stupid, some sugar daddy theme(but not really), Word count: 5k Note: Hi there! As I won't be able to post another MHBTW chapter, I don't wanna leave you without nothing soooo, here's my Gguk`s fic I wrote when 'Seven' came out. I supposed to post it much earlier but kinda lost it in my drafts <sorry>

Since you were in middle school, thinking about dating anyone seemed to you as something impossible. Always being insecure because well…you didn't look like someone who got the attention of the whole school. And yeah you could be loud and funny sometimes around your group of friends where…of course were also boys.

Handsome boys you used to have crushes on but the thing with any of them, who found their place deeper in your heart, became only a friendship and you couldn't even imagine it in a different way.

Does it break your heart? At first, sure, but with the passing time you just get used to it, bottling up the emotions and just keep explaining to yourself that this is how the world is going…if you're bigger, not really 'cute' with your behavior, and despite tight clothes you prefer the baggy ones - your chance of having a boyfriend is zero.

That is why when you finished your school education, life seemed much different. Even after all these high school or college years, it was still so hard for you to change your way of thinking and your habits of pushing yourself into a corner with doubt that you could get someone's attention…and what even more - make someone to fall for you even a bit, was lingering to you without the change.

So when one day, the principal from your department in the work office came up with the plan that you are the one - ideal person to be sent to deliver important documents to one of the biggest studios in South Korea, you never thought that everything would turn upside down in a few hours.

When you arrived, the people who were supposed to take over the documents from you must have stayed late in meetings that had been going on since morning, so you spent a good few hours sitting at the reception desk looking at the wall or at the phone, as you couldn't just left the paper in the reception. Occasionally moving your gaze to the papers you had begun to memorize.

But when, out of nowhere, a group of young men with smiles on their faces walked through the main hall where you were already sitting half-asleep, you found it difficult to take your slightly blurry gaze away from the gentle and pleasing to the eye figures.

By pure coincidence, one of them met your gaze, and as an even wider, even more, charming smile came to his lips, you felt your cheeks begin to burn through the sudden rush of emotion.

Your cold-as-usual hands quickly found their way to cool your warm - probably reddened - skin and you tried to push the brief attraction out of your head as quickly as possible when you looked down at your spilled thighs on the leather couch. You got up from it quickly, smoothing down your trousers and trying to collect quickly the documents in your folders, a number of which you had with you.

It took you a good 15 minutes to disappear into the toilet, but as you reached it you were still trying to calm the sudden euphoria that had erupted in your chest over a silly little minute exchange of glances. You felt like a childish teenager who had managed to get any interest in her object of admiration for the first time.

However, could you even call it "getting interest"? A simple exchange of eye contact, no big deal. Yet it succeeded in confusing your mind.

At that moment, your head did not necessarily overthink the whole "escape" plan with precision. Because, again - how could you have known that when, right after leaving the restrooms and exiting the corridor leading out of the room, he would be standing leaning against the wall? The one you were trying to get away from as quickly as you could.

But the boy, unfazed with dreamy eyes, waited patiently holding a few sheets of paper in his hand. Another plan come up quickly, you thought - trying to walk past him unnoticed.

Maybe this time it will work out for you?

His hand soon reached over your shoulder, making you come face to face with the most beautiful being you could ever meet.

"You dropped this getting up from the sofa" he said with a friendly smile after staring into your eyes for a moment, pulling a paper towards you that must have fallen out of your bag

"Oh, thank you," a quick nod and you were about to pass his figure when once again a slender hand covered in tiny tattoos blocked your way.

"Will there be any chance of us seeing each other again?" his question knocks you completely out of your right mind, so for a moment you stare dully into his face, not knowing if it's all a stupid joke, or if you're dreaming and your head is making up some sick scenario, or if it's all true after all..." Hello? You there?" his hand waves in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

"I-I don't know. I don't think so," you mutter under your breath rather than answer him, but the boy without even waiting pulls out his phone with the keypad on in your direction

"Maybe then there's a chance to get your phone number and know your name?" You can't resist his smile and his deer eyes begging for any kind of contact so you tap a few numbers into his mobile phone, saying also your name, and the boy almost with jumps wanted to leave your figure when this time it was you who stopped him with your hand

“But, wait! Can I at least know your name or something?"

"Oh, right. Sorry,” he chuckled quietly “I'm Jeongguk."

“Nice to meet you then” You smiled at him and even your constant insecurities disappeared for a second.

And from day one the two of you used to text almost all the time. It was hard for you to take your phone away sometimes because it kept buzzing every freaking time.

At first, you were excited because damn, he was still interested in you. You felt like you never did earlier. Being especially happy that you're not being judged by the way you look.

It seemed as the both of you had so many topics and it more than once made your heart flutter. You finally met someone who understood the rules of your favorite games or was eager to learn the new ones just because he wanted to know more about the things you like. And you could listen to him talking about new songs, choreographies, or when it was enough for his career being mesmerized by the sound of his voice and excited about every little thing…It happened that you even listened to the latest news from the motorization world, which Jeongguk seemed really fascinated by.

And it made you really happy.

Happy that you already have someone like that. Even if it was only for a while, only by phone…because what's the point in planning any meeting if you know very well that it will only bring the end of this friendship forward? Your head was always filled with this damn lack of confidence, so the thinking that maybe it would be better to end things sooner will be better.

You couldn't imagine the picture of yourself right next to Jungkook, you just couldn't.

It's hard to think about the possibility that people won't judge you…and what's even worse…that they can judge Jungkook, why would he ever suffer in any way because of your looks?

And yeah, despite every nice feeling you had inside, after a while, for a person like you - not used to this kind of constant attention, especially from someone like Jeongguk…his messages started to irritate you a little bit. Even if they still made you happy at some point, something seemed not right. He seemed clingy to you, in some way maybe even annoying…and with passing time it became too much.

Or you just thought it was too much…

That's why at first your phone was in constant silence mode, often ignoring the texts all along, pretending that you're busy…with work, with home stuff, with everything. Of course, sometimes you answer, from time to time trying to swallow down the enthusiasm filling you inside. Especially trying to calm down so often pounding heart inside your chest when a boy comes up online every freaking time when you send the shortest answers you could come up with. You've been sometimes answering with a dot or...emoji only, swallowing down the hard knot tightening inside your throat.

Eventually, you stopped answering at all. Knowing that he will just stop after some time because yeah, you're nothing special. Easy to replace. And you really thought that you were right when the phone stopped buzzing at every possible moment.

You thought that you're life would be filled with the same old silence as earlier.

However, the moment when the messages stopped popping up, an even heavier feeling dropped onto your chest. A silly longing for someone you barely knew began to embrace you with tight arms, and at certain moments you've been kind of cursing yourself a little. Because why do you feel so bad about the decision you made on your own. You may have made it under the influence of negative emotions flooding your head, but it was still yours.

With each growing feeling of guilt in your chest, you were soon reminded of who you were. What do you look like with your extra back rolls, extra scars, or stretch marks from growing too fast in some places. You run your hands over your cellulite-covered thighs and guilt turns to self-disgust. And then you realize how you sometimes behave, often interested in 'what's masculine', not really keeping your nose in fashion magazines or surfing the internet to find sales on new beauty products.

So the mere fact that the boy let it go shouldn't surprise you.

And yet it did hurt a little.

It was one of the next days when your phone was lying without any sounds in your bag. You were leaving the office late at night, and through an intense week at work and the previous weekend without sleep, your body was heavier than bags filled with grain. Your eyes were closing by themselves through being irritated by the light, so when you left the building lit by fake lighting, you felt quite relieved.

When you closed them for a short moment, you felt a sense of comfort. As you took one step after another with your eyes closed, you hit an unfamiliar object with a stronger impact. But it was softer than a pole, and yet was still hard and delicate to the touch under your fingertips. Only after a moment did you realize that it was the material of someone's shirt, and a sudden embarrassment crashed all over you. You jumped away quickly almost losing your balance, but strong hands grabbed you by the waist again pulling you close in a just as smooth manner.

"Am I that scary?" Your eyes widen as you hear the familiar voice that has lulled you to sleep more than once through your headphones, and your gaze drops to the tattooed hand clutching tightly at the fabric of your shirt.

"I-no, I mean, you.." is what you began to lose yourself in your own words through which you eventually let out only an annoyed huff, but the familiar hand begins to caress you with a thumb where it still safely keeps you from falling.

You feel the warmth spreading from this place and for a brief moment you feel so good, so different...but the thought that he's only doing this out of pity, and inside he squirms with disgust because has to hold someone like you, makes you want to push his hand away and get as far away from here as possible.

“I thought something bad had happened. You stopped responding so suddenly” you swallowed saliva heavily, avoiding his gaze, hearing that worried tone.

Because you knew that if you put an eye on his face, not only would the sense of guilt eat you up, but the fear that the lingering self-sense of inferiority would grip you even tighter, cutting off your access to oxygen. There was always this agonizing dread inside, every time you found yourself surrounded by pretty people. And Jeongguk in special was a pretty person. A person who could nevertheless intimidate the other one.

“I just simply wanted to get out of the way quicker,” you muttered, feeling that it wouldn't do any good at all, but then again, sooner or later the boy would get bored anyway, right?

There was no point in dragging this out.

“What the hell? Getting out of the way? What are you talking about?" this time you laughed meekly at his tone of voice, full of wonder, perhaps in the full sense of sadness.

He must have been not only a good singer but also an actor

“Jeongguk I know how I look. And it was really nice of you to, like uh, that you wanted to... talk to someone like me, but I don't need attention out of pity,” you said, finding the courage to look him straight in the eye.

And you soon regretted it, as the sparkling gaze scanned your face with all possible stars. A knot tightened in your stomach by the way with which Jeongguk looked at you with a twinge.

"Did you actually think my messages were...pity?" The boy tried once again to look you in the eye, but this time you avoided that look at all costs "I barely have time to look at my phone, and even more rarely I look at the messages.. but with you I did because I wanted to. I wanted to get to know you and with each another conversation I wanted even more"

"But, why?"

"Because you caught my eye, and well, now I can even say that I like you. Even if you played with my feelings a little. I wanted to get your attention at all costs. I wished that all the planned meetings were going to happen. Because I found in you someone who understands me. Who isn't just looking to get laid for my money." your brow furrowed, still feeling an uncomfortable tightness in your chest

"It doesn't make sense."

'Maybe for you. It makes a lot of sense to me, so if you doubt so much that my care and attention...Is caused by genuine affection, then let me prove it''

"Huh? What do you mean"

"I want a chance from you. I want to stay by your side until you kick me out yourself. There won't be a day you're disappointed in me. Every day of the week, every month...I'll do anything to make you feel good about me. Break my heart if you want to, but for now, let me be with you."

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And from that day on, your heart didn't stop beating faster for Jeongguk even for a moment, and just like he said, he really did. There wasn't a day that the smile on your lips wasn't dancing because of him.

You can't lie, it was hard for you to get used to him at first. It was very often that your boy would shower you with some kind of gifts with every single meeting. As he couldn't understand that his time was completely enough for you.

That for you, it was enough to hold his hand in yours. To feel his fingers touching you softly when the two of you were out, assuring that he was right here. Staying up late at night, when he fell asleep tired on your tights (because it's the most comfortable pillow ever) just to watch his relaxed face and stroke his hair gently as he pouts adorably then.

It was enough for you to watch him playing on the console, pretending that you're reading a book behind his back, sometimes even knowing the plot of the game better than he does and helping him with quests. That's why, from time to time, he was pushing his head back and catching you staring so both of you giggled at the end.

It was enough to just have him. Nothing more was needed.

But even if Jeongguk knew that very well, because that was one of the reasons he fell for you more and more, he wanted to spoil you. Wanted to give you everything as he promised. And sometimes it was hard for him, to buy you something that reminded of you so so much, just to be scolded by his girlfriend as you never really wanted this gift. This expensive gifts, because when he came home one day with handmade paper flowers for 'his beautiful girl', your face lit up and you were about to cry.

Because that was one of the most genuine things someone did to you. He spends time making these flowers…thinking about you all the time while doing it. It made your heart flutter. Most of the things connected with this boy did.

"I don't want your money Jungkook, so please stop with these expensive gifts," you said once, as he came home with another necklace for you

"That my love, so just accept it" he huffed with a pout

"Koo, it's too much. You have to stop buying me stuff. I love it but I love you more, okay?" your hand gently brushed his cheek as he whined quietly

"But I want my baby to be happy"

"And I am more than happy when I'm with you Bun"

But does it change anything?

Yea, for a week so you could have another damn gift. And as time passed, you kind of got used to it. You knew that this is just one of the ways Jungkook showed his affection, but sometimes you wished to snap his head off because damn it feels so much like you'd have a sugar daddy or something like that. But in that case…it was enough that you're just here with him.

Promising your boy that he's not letting you down.

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"Gguk," you said when your boy with a smile came inside the room hiding something behind his back when you've been lying down on a couch.

As he didn't even answer, you closed your eyes with a loud huff as a sign of being ignored and tried to play cool as his heavy steps could be heard around the apartment. Your nose twitched as it was reached by the faint scent of his cotton perfume. And this time you heard giggles coming closer but you tried to brush it off just like Jungkook did and fight with a smile dancing on your lips.

Quiet music played from the TV so you could relax after a whole day in the office, where never-ending phone calls were so often ripping your head apart. Not going to mention filling out all of the boring documents, every time the same, and all it did was hurt your eyes. But it was your job. Even if you couldn't bear it sometimes.

That's why you needed this calm time at home. When your head could finally rest. Where you could change your formal clothes into a big Jungkook hoodie and sniff it every time when the unknown stress lingers on you. But as much as you needed it, you needed your boyfriend's arms around you too.

And as for your wish to be fulfilled, a shadow falls on you, and as eyes open wide, his face hovers over. Now, miserably losing the fight, when a smile appears on your lips. And firstly boy hovers even more over you, brushing gently your hair so after that a soft peck lands on your forehead.

But as he hears your giggle, making his heart go crazy, Jungkook can kiss it more than once, making you laugh. And he'd love to do that over and over again just to make you happy like that. And yeah, he's only starting as he slowly goes down with warm lips, touching your cheeks and lips making you giggle again and again as he tries to reach your face fighting with the couch backrest. Often losing his balance and falling a little bit stronger on you.

"Hello to you, my pretty Sunshine," he said pinching your cheek, and finally only looked at you from a small distance

"Hi Bun, tired?" you asked seeing his a little miserable face but he only sent a small nod.

"I swear, you look the prettiest in my clothes" you laughed, as he began to play with the strings of the hoodie

"How the recordings are going?" he smiled now, still standing behind the backrest hiding one of his hands behind his back

"Good, it was good. But I missed you sooo...."

"Googie" you chuckled when he took his hidden hand to see the bouquet of sunflowers "Aish, boy I told you to stop," you said but couldn't resist seeing him pout so you got up to peck his lips with a smile and a quiet thank you.

You took flowers from him to put them into the water but it wouldn't be a normal day if Jungkook's arms weren't wrapped around you so you were walking with extra weight...but what a sweet weight.

"You know, I was there and they are just as pretty as you so, I had to."

"Yea, yea. You had to," you rolled your eyes playfully just to be gently stabbed with his fingers, which made you whine as you tried to free yourself from his arms

"You not going, I missed you"

"Gguk, you need to eat"

"'m not hungry"

"Yeah, and later the fridge will be empty." you turned around still in his embrace, and brushed your fingers through his long hair falling on his forehead "Put your ass on the chair"

"But..." he begins with a pout

"You can sing for me" and knowing that this will bring a smile to his face again, arms around your waist loosen to let you go as the melodic voice of your boyfriend filled the apartment with random songs interrupting the giggles from time to time when you tried to dance to the melody he was making.

Even if at first you thought the boy would actually listen to you and just keep watching the whole time, Jeongguk changed your mind quite quickly.

After a couple of minutes or so, he was standing right next to you, asking meekly what he could help you with. Oh, and just try to get him out of the kitchen...his body would hover quickly over yours and a low whine with tiny kisses would escape his lips. So this time too, you let the boy peel the vegetables or just stir the noodles every now and then when you really needed to focus on the recipe.

And maybe in front of him, you pretended to be annoyed a lot, or even angry that he was circling around under your feet stealing your kisses, or tickling you gently when he found an opportunity to go behind your back. But you both knew that if you really were you wouldn't have that small smile on your face, and you yourself wouldn't sometimes reach out to him with the gentle touch on his arms.

"As you already know... we're in the middle of shooting a video for that song you heard" he begins, as the two of you sat finally down to eat

"Seven days a week, or something like that, right?" the boy snorts with laughter as you lift your head from above your plate, a bit dirty at the corners of your mouth, that Jeongguk doesn't hesitate to brush clean

"Mhm, precisely correct"

'Mm, that's good, right? You said it's going good”

"Yeah but, you know…as the lyrics say…" your facial expression changes for a short while and you quickly try to mask the shadow of worry with a small smile.

"There's someone with you in the music video, right?" he nods quickly, and a hum leaves your lips.

"Yeah, a girl" you chuckle, recognizing the tone of his voice. Knowing that he's already anxious about this chat.

"Well, looking at the words in the song that's the whole point, am I wrong? And I heard something from people when I've been last time bringing you cookies, so yeah…we can say I knew"

"The cookies were from you?!" You rolled eyes and tried to joke some more about that only to push away the uneasy feeling sitting hard on your chest.

You really didn't want Jungkook to be extra worried about your stupid growing anxiety at this point, so you wanted to play it cool. And it wasn't even along the lines of you being angry at him. It's just simply the fact that a slim, beautiful actress has to spend so much time with him face to face concerned you because it's not hard to fall in love with pretty people.

For as long as you have been with Jeongguk as your boyfriend, there has never been a time when you doubted his feelings. Whenever a shadow of uncertainty ran across your face, it was soon caught and soothed with tender gestures, which the idol lavished you with. But what could you do, that habits from the past so easily returned to you?

"Sun, I know you. And I know you can be…" almost as if he knew what kind of thoughts were running over your head. The tattooed hand quickly grabs yours, doing circles with the knuckle on it,

"I'm fine Gguk, don't worry' bout me. Just do a great job as you always do. It's fine, I promise." You send a smile and continue eating. "Hope Hybe found this actress to be the prettiest one so ARMY could be happy" you added, feeling his eyes on you

"Then you should be the one starring in it" You rolled eyes again, and sent a quick look at him to see his shiny but nervous eyes

"Bun, I said it's okay"

"But you're sad."

"No, I'm not" you cut it, as you continued to eat your food, ignoring his eyes on you.

And of course…he huffed like the offended child, always knowing better so the rest of the dinner was silent.

"You coming lie down with me?" a question fell from your lips, as the dishes were put into the dishwasher and both of you headed to the bedroom.

"Can I?" He asked, making you to look at him with disbelieve

"Better question, why wouldn't you? Thought I'd feel the strong arms of my man this evening" and his face lit up immediately but as quickly is felt sad again.

"I let you down" he mumbled, and your happy expression fell down

"What?"

"With m/v" pout decorated his lips again, and the sadness overcame you again. The soft sight left your lips, as hand reached to hold his.

"Oh, Googie. What are you talking about? I told you I'm fine. Of course, it will be a bit hard for me to know that my pretty boy is recording with some pretty girl, but you never let me down. I trust you, okay? Don't even say that you let me down ever again."

You came closer to him and grabbed his pouty face in hands to squish it adorably and kiss the sadly twisted lips. Your eyes met and again you could see the small stars shining inside his espresso-brown ones.

"I love you" words came out as you nuzzled nose with his.

And it was enough for Jungkook to pick you up just to fall together on the bed a minute later so he could hide his head in your neck, slipping his hand through the hoodie to stroke your belly gently with his fingers. Squishing the skin a little bit harder from time to time, just to massage it after it.

"Damn you're much better than this stress relieving toys," boy said, after squishing your skin one more time

"'sxuse me?" you gasped with a rough voice, looking down at his hidden face, feeling his hands freeze on your belly. You were about to snap his hand off but he was quick to hold you tighter and look at your face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it in the negative way you probably thought. I mean that your presence soothes me down, and just laying like that means everything to me" he explained fast, and you caught hardly anything but as Jungkook's hand again began to caress skin, a soft huff left your lips

"Yea, yea…" you murmured, feeling his eyes on you

"And the fact that I'm freaking addicted to your skin its the other point" you groaned, trying to hide face into the sheets but as a laugh left Jeongguk's lips, you couldn't not look at his face, as the wrinkles decorated his small nose making you leap with joy inside.

"So…" he began again, making you look down at his face now pressed to your boobs. Your fingers were playing with dark, messy hair and a hum encouraged him to speak his mind "Should I talk to PDnim and get you to the M/v?"

"Googie..." you giggled as he rubbed down his nose onto your chest and looked at you with doe eyes

"What? The lyrics will match better. Your waist is the only one I kiss, and your lines are the only ones I wanna trace" you snored at his words, but couldn't deny it didn't make everything inside explode with an amazing feeling connected to love and care.

"Yeah, and I hope I'm the only one you leave with afterglow" you pondered quietly, so the giggle came to ears as an answer

"Wanna check?" his brow snapped as he came even closer to your face, and rubbed his nose softly on yours

"Maybe?" you smirked and it was enough for him, as rosy lips peck your skin with tiny kisses, with each successive one assuring how important you are to him.

#bts fluff #bts imagine #bts angst #jungkook imagine #bts x chubby reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook

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qqueenofhades · 1 month

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Hello! I have a question that may be a tad uncomfortable but I don't know who could answer honestly. How do you get over class with a professor who self identifies as your mentor/father? He spilled his guts to me after class and told me how happy he was he connected to a young girl like me(Im 19 he's 59). He will be my prof for the ENTIRE year. I don't know how to feel, it wasn't flirty at all, and I actually think he sees himself in me. He's odd and off putting and stand offish. I am too, kinda. He said if shouldn't feel lonely because Im different, because I have my family, and now him (also Implied i should find god).

He's a conservative catholic with a wife and kids, I can tell he doesn't mean it in a weird way. He probably means well. But it's odd that he's acting like a mentor when I've only known him for a month.

Now, I thought this chat wouldn't affect me but he psychoanalysed me and it felt like he saw right through me while treating me like his therapist. I also think he's a lonely man who is projecting, seeing my potential and "what could've been" for himself.

How do I cope? I don't want this to affect me, but it pushed me terribly off axis. I felt pigeonholed, more than anything, and also feel bad for him.

WELP. Okay, first of all, I want to reinforce that this is NOT your fault and that it clearly creeped you out to the point where you decided to ask someone for help, all of which means that the situation is not okay and he does NOT have the right to do any of this -- whether forcing emotional intimacy on you after a very short time, suggesting that you Find Jesus and/or convert, hinting that he wants to "mentor" you, or whatever. Just because he's a conservative Catholic is no guarantee that it won't get creepier (indeed, often the total opposite) and even if it wasn't sexual or didn't feel sexual at the moment, that is... wrong. He should not have done it. He does not have the right to decide He Is Now Your Mentor and to push that connection on you. Even if it was not conscious or intentional grooming behavior, it is... squicky to say the least, showed that he was willing to push boundaries with you right away, and is certainly something that should make you cautious of any more uncontrolled or one-on-one interaction with him. So yeah. Gross. "Now you have me so you won't be lonely"??? Sorry, there is no scenario in which I can imagine that being an okay thing for a professor to say to a student. No. It may be that he just doesn't have a good sense of social boundaries or appropriate behavior, but that also doesn't mean you need to excuse it.

Next, if you can switch to another section or class so you don't have to spend the year with him, that might be worth looking into. If you can't, then obviously minimize the time you spend one-on-one (if there are office hours or if you need help with the class, maybe ask your peers or the TA if there is one, rather than him) and remember that you can tell people at your university if it continues to creep you out, not just me. There are procedures in place at most institutions to document this kind of interaction if it continues to cross a line (I don't know where you are in the world, but in the university where I work in the US, there's an office of Title IX, which deals with these kinds of issues). Older male academics smarming up to young female students and telling them they're "special" happens a lot, unfortunately, and while it doesn't always end terribly, it is something that you deservedly flagged as weird and which you should keep an eye on going forward. I'm sorry that you've experienced this and once again offer my support in navigating this year in as un-icky a way as possible. Please remember that you do not have to apologize for or excuse yourself for making choices to get out of a weird situation that clearly threw you for a loop, and you do not have to put up with this behavior if it continues or gets worse. Good luck.

#anonymous #ask #school stuff

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*distant shouting once again*

You have full ability to reject this!

Can we get a Task Force 141 with Male Reader that's a Naga (basically a person that has a snake body below the waist instead of legs) They can transform their body from human to Naga form

The Task Force gets sent to retrieve info, while they're told someone was the demolition with no other info then their callsign being 'COBRA', yes in all caps, and not to attack the one with a blue (darkish) vest.

They run into them just ripping someone diagonally in half with their bare hands. After tearing out their victim's vocal cords with their mouth. While crushing someone into a pancake with their giant tail.

The reader is really nice btw, just a sweet Boi.

Thank You great work btw!

Snake

TF 141 x Naga!Male reader

COBRA a man in a deep blue vest.That was some of the only information that 141 had received from Laswell before leaving for the mission.The man had no other information,no name,no picture,anything that you’d expect to be on a persons file about them wasn’t there.

“Your saying not to attack this guy,why exactly?”Gaz asked as Laswell sighed on her end.

“I’ll explain later,and just a heads up if you hear slithering at any point just stay low alright?”Laswell spoke in a firm tone which made them know she was being dead serious.

“Alright Laswell,were going out.”Price said as Laswell didn’t respond, seemingly had left her laptop.

“Alright y’all heard the woman lets move.”Price said as Gaz walked swiftly behind him as well as Ghost and Soap.

“Laswell said we have to get to third floor,thats where the documents should be eh?”Gaz asked as Soap responded.

“Yeah she did.Say don’t ya think its weird we haven’t any enemies?”Soap asked as the four of them hid behind a corner.They were about to keep going until they heard a few screams,a slam and gunshots.

Ghost had peeked down the hallway they previously came from and heard a faint slithering sound.

“What the hell...?”Ghost muttered as he saw something in the corner of his eye.A tail, a snakes tail to be exact.The thing sbout it was that it didn’t look like a normal sized one it was huge.The tail moved making it’s way down the other hallway of the building.

“Captain there something(someone) over there.”Ghost mentioned as Price turned his way.He waved his hand signaling them to follow him as they wen back down the hallway they had came from.They were about to ambush the person but froze in place at what they were witnessing.An h/c haired male holding a soilder upside down,as another soilder was being crushed by the mans pure black tail.

“Just tell me where the files are and I may let you die painlessly.”COBRA spoke with venom lacing his voice.The guy didn’t say anything and only stared in fear as the males pupils sharpened before grabbing his other leg and ripping him in half.His intestines and guts all spilled out of him and 141 watched in horror.The man in the dark blue vest,standing right in front of them just ripped a fully grown adult in half.They could only watch as the other soilder continued to squirm in the males grip.COBRA tightened the grip he had with his tail as the mans face visibly turned red.Blood poured out of his eyes before his head blew clean off.

“I think im gonna throw up.”Gaz whispered as he covered gis mouth and clenched his stomach in nausea.Soap wanted to pass out as Ghost could only stare with wide eyes.Price never saw anything like this.A man whose lower body is built like a snake wasn’t anything normal.At least it wasn’t normal to him.The man let out an audible sigh as his form began to shrink.He was now normal sized,previously standing at atleast 7 feet tall and now being 5’6, now that his build was more human like.The male stood there for a moment before turning around only to be met with looks of horror,awe and confusion.

“Uhh....Hi?”

I’ll be making another part to this

#gay #male reader #cod x male reader #gaz x male reader #lgbtq #male y/n #mw2 x male reader #soap x male reader #captain price x male reader #ghost x male reader

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thatgoblin · 7 months

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It Doesn't Matter

Summary: You work for the 141 in the office as a researcher. Your job is important and needed, but you still feel empty. You're invisible to your coworkers, no one can remember your name, all of it adding up to a spiral with only one end in your mind.

Warnings: ANGST, but with a good ending, suicidal ideation, lots of depression, lots of talk of suicide. You've been warned.

Sitting in front of your computer and staring at the blank document had taken up nearly a half an hour of your time. It wasn’t that you didn’t have things to say, but you didn’t see the point. It was about birthdays and doing potlucks and such for events. Nothing off base or too expensive, but you truly didn’t see the point in giving what you liked to eat or drink or enjoy. You had known it for a while now, suspected it even longer, that no one cared about you. You were invisible to everyone on base unless they ran into you.

It was sad enough that you knew the trope meant you would become an evil villain should you gain superpowers. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t even use them if you did have them. What would you do? Become the next super soldier and be in the field fighting terrorists? You’d probably end up getting the power of invisibility and truly disappear from the world.

Exiting the document, you went back to work. It was the only thing that gave you purpose because you were one of the very few people who could do it in the world. Without it you probably would have sank into the inky blackness of your brain long ago. Sending off the report to Laswell, you went onto the next task and then the next. Soon you found yourself looking at the clock with bleary eyes to see it was nearly 1 AM. Not out of the ordinary, but your back was screaming and your stomach making angry noises. It was time to head home. Locking up, you walked out into the empty hall, automatically moving if something was in the way. No one was around to say good night or had checked in with you.

At home it was the same situation. Quiet and lonely. You followed your routine of eating cold take out from the day before, showering, then passing out after sending a few emails from your phone.

When you wake up, the cycle starts all over again. No one talks to you and if they do, they forget your name every time. Laswell is the only one who knows who you are and what you do. She helped start the task force with Captain Price, but you’ve never met the man or the team. You understood why, for safety reasons, and didn’t get curious. That you saved for your job.

Even that feels pointless some days. Sure, you were one of the few who could do it, but you could still be replaced. No one would miss you. How easy would it be to just log off and never show up again? Laswell would only ask if the reports weren’t coming in. They’d try to find you then, but it would be too late.

It would be so easy.

“Fuck!’ You hissed, the hot coffee scalding your hand and you for not paying more attention.

“You alright?” A voice asked as you grabbed a towel to clean the spill up.

“Fine, just not paying attention,” you said, not even looking up. It doesn’t matter. They won’t remember who you are in five minutes. They never do.

“Alright, just checking.”

You were proven right, yet again. The person moved in quickly and you were left sinking even lower into the bubbling pit of your brain.

Going back to your office, you sit at your desk. You want to cry, you want to scream, you want to be noticed, to have someone fucking care and reach out because you are clearly not okay. You want someone to see you. But at the same time you don’t because you don’t want them to see how weak and broken you are. How selfish and bitter you can be.

It starts out as you thinking it was a good form of therapy. Just writing it out. Not on your computer because you knew how easy it was to trace things. In a notebook at your desk. It’s a composition notebook with shiny, gold stars and moons on a purple background. It was an impulse buy and something you just liked looking out. As soon as the thought had come to you, the notebook was perfect.

The paper would be your sin eater, gobbling up everything you gave it and then some. The blue ink made it seem less dark. ‘No one ever wrote a suicide note in blue ink,’ you thought to yourself. It was always in black on a coffee stained page or ripped from a spiral journal. It was clear those were serious notes while the ones you wrote were just to pour out some of the overflow so you didn’t feel like you were drowning anymore.

At first it helped, like watering plants every day, you would tip some of yourself out. But like all things for you, it became a chore and it was less about trying to stay afloat and more about you holding rocks to stay under. You used to put words like ‘sorry’ or ‘forgive me’, but you didn’t anymore. The words became colder, more solid. ‘This is where I am and where I am going.’ There was finality because you knew it was becoming more final in your drafts.

That was what they were. Drafts. All along, you had lied to yourself about it being therapeutic and not practice.

When you reached the end of the notebook, you had one last blank page. No more waxing and waning, no more begging for someone to care or for forgiveness. You wrote out your details of your job, gave information needed to replace you, and lastly, you put your address and a spare key so it would be easy to find you and take care of everything. Leaving the notebook on your desk, you walked out of your office.

Once you finished locking it, you turned to leave for the last time only to collide with someone.

“Careful!” The gruff voice said as firm hands caught you before you could fall. “Sorry, guess I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s okay,” you said, not even looking up to see who it was. It doesn’t matter. “I was just leaving and didn’t look up. My fault.”

“You were standing still. I should have seen you,” the man said as you dug out your car keys. Then he said your name. Your eyes shot up to see his face. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, stunned. “Sorry, people don’t usually talk to me. I’m the behind the scenes person.”

“Really? Well your report got us closer to AQ than we had in months,” the man said with a soft smile. “Oh, right, uh, I’m Captain Price.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, it’s been a long day,” you said, shaking your head a bit. “Well it was nice to meet you, Captain Price.”

“Likewise,” he said with a nod. “Keep up the good work, we wouldn’t be able to do it without you.” You want to believe it, to accept the compliment, but you knew it wasn’t true.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod, turning away quickly. Practically speed walking out, you went right to your car then home.

It was time. You had put it off long enough. Something inside you knew it would always come to this. This would give you the relief your body had been aching for.

Except you couldn’t.

Sitting on your bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to lift a finger to start it. You were waiting for something, for someone, to stop you. To prove you weren’t really alone like you were certain you were. It broke your heart to know that no one was coming, to have all your fears confirmed.

It doesn’t matter if you lived or died to anyone, not even yourself.

Just as you’re about to lay down in the darkness to pass out, there’s a pounding at your door. The sudden noise startled you up. Hurrying to the front, you opened the door just as Captain Price was about to use a key to open your door.

The key you had taped to your notebook that you had left at work.

“Oh thank God,” he breathed. You stared at him wide eyed and in panic as you realized he had read your notebook. “Let me in, please.”

“No-no, it’s okay, I promise. Just go,” you said, terrified as you tried to slam the door on him. His combat boot was already in the doorway, trapping you. “Look, whatever you read, it’s just therapy notes. Okay? Just go, please,” you begged as your chronic dry eyes were starting to fill with tears. You didn’t want him to know.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. Not till I know you’re safe,” he said. “Have you done anything? Taken anything? Please let me in.”

“No, no, no, I haven’t done anything, just pretend you didn’t see anything, please?! Please!” You sobbed, unable to hold back as you lost it. “Please just pretend I’m not here. You won’t have to worry about anything, I promise!” Full body wracking sobs allowed him to gently push the door open as you stepped back. “Please.”

Captain Price’s words were soft and even, like luring a spooked animal closer. He didn’t move suddenly, didn’t accuse you of being weak, he just kept you in his sights.

“Listen, I know you don’t want me here, but I have to know that you’re safe,” he said, closing the door behind him. “Is there someone I can call for-”

“No! There’s no one! There never has been anyone!” You yell at him. “I am alone and no one cares!”

“I care,” he said, keeping his voice low. “I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you don’t,” you sob, shaking your head. “You care about keeping me alive because it would make you feel bad if you didn’t try to stop me.”

“Yes, it would,” Price said with a nod. “But more than that, I care because you are a person. A person who needs someone to care, to show they give a shit.”

“And? You’ll be gone again soon,” you said. “On another mission and I’ll be back to being alone. Even if you weren’t, what would you do? Ask me out for drinks with friends? See a football game? You don’t know me. You don’t know if you even like me as a person. You don’t know if you would get tired of me or get fed up because I’m not what you thought I was.”

“How can if you won’t let me?” Price asked. “Does it matter if I would find you interesting or funny or a good person if you won’t let me get to know you?”

“You don’t want to know. No one does,” you whimpered. “They forget my name after five minutes, no one cares if I’m there except for Laswell and that’s because I work for her!”

“And me,” he said. “You also work for me and I try my damndest to make sure my people are safe and good. I fucked up. I over looked you and I’m so sorry. You’re right under my nose and I didn’t stop to think about it.”

“I’m not your responsibility,” you snarled. “I’m not some pet that you forgot to take out for a walk!”

“I know, I know, but my people are my responsibility. I have always thought like that,” Price said. “Whether or not you believe it, I want to help you. It won’t end with you being fired or locked up, I promise.”

“How can I trust you?” You asked. “How can I know for sure none of that will happen? I’ve never even met you before today and suddenly I’m your top priority?”

“My top priority is always to save as many people as I can,” he said. “If I can keep even one more person alive and they have a better chance than before, then I did my job. I want to help you, will you let me?”

After everything, the silence, being forgotten, no one reaching out, here was what you wanted. All you had to do was let yourself have it.

“You matter,” he said, stepping forward as you relaxed your stance a bit. “You really do. More than you know, more than I know.”

“I. . . I want to,” you said softly, your body aching for that reassurance, that physical weight to ground you and keep you from being swept away and pulled under. “I want to matter.”

“You do,” he said, reaching out slowly to rest his hands on your shoulders. It was like someone pulled you up for the first time, letting you gulp fresh air that wasn’t poisoned by your mind. Looking at his face, it was too genuine to be a lie.

Laswell had said that. That he was genuine and kind and determined and fought hard for his people. She was right.

Choking out a sob, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight as you sobbed into his chest. The pitcher was truly pouring now, taking away from the dam before it burst. Price held you just as tight, rubbing your back as he let you get it out. He probably wondered how long you had gone on like this or if you had always held this weight.

Minutes went by before you pulled away even slightly. Sniffling, you saw his shirt had large wet blotches from your tears.

“Sorry, I got your shirt messy,” you said, feeling lighter than you had in probably years.

“You’re fine. It doesn’t matter,” he said with a soft hum.

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Hi hi~! If you’re still taking requests at this time I was wondering: when do you think the Luxiem boys realized that they were truly and deeply in love with reader-Chan? This concept has been on my mind today >w< thank you if you answer this!

Luxiem & Falling in love

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: request thank you!! and just as a general thing, i've decided to do the requests out of order, so if you sent something earlier, i'll eventually get to yours if inspiration hits ^^

GENERAL

i'll make up different scenarios for each boy! just a short reason (or long idk) as to how you guys met and how they started to develop feelings for the reader

what kind of person they are with a crush/interacting with their crush & how they are when truly in love ^^

i didnt proofread... just dont perceive my mistakes lmao

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IKE EVELAND

a school crush

at first, he doesn't think too much of it; maybe it's just a one time thing, maybe once the school day is over, he won't think about it, but then you started to appear in his dreams.

oh boy the dreams - don't get me wrong, they're pure, i swear

he doesn't really go out of his way to interact with you but instead waits for you to come up to him - luckily for ike, you seem to have a lot of questions about studying you'd like to ask him.

the type to be a bit on the quieter side when it comes to having a crush - in fact, he's the kind to quietly suffer from a one-sided crush.

he tends to stay away and avoid the person of his affection while craving your attention. he's very hot-and-cold in that sense

the moment he realized he truly had a crush on one of the top students in his grade (aka you in this scenario), his face flushes red. he starts kicking his feet in the air when thinking of you and draws little hearts around your name in his notebook

LUCA KANESHIRO

The stranger he locked eyes with at a club

he spent all night trying to find you amongst the crowd of drunkards and party-goers like the prince looking for cinderella after the ball.

the moment he finds you, it's like roses filled his field of vision, the birds were chirping and he felt like he was the cleanest man alive (metaphorically speaking, he may be pure of heart but at the end of the day he is a true mafioso ((im not using that word correctly huh lmao)))

you both often meet at the same club every single time - and for every single time, it feels as if he is the only person looking at you amongst the crowd of people

he's the kind to be a little more bold when it comes to confronting his crush - he'll go out of his way to even serenade you

he wants to spend the utmost time with the target of his affection, from inviting you to dinners, taking you to movies, etc, but surprisingly, he's a little shy when it comes to asking the question

he doesn't really realize when he's truly in love with you until you started to take up space in his mind - if you ask him to earn 5 cents for every single time you've been on his mind, he'll only have 5 cents since you were always there

MYSTA RIAS

Accidentally bumping into the reader as he rushes to another crime scene ; it was nearly at first sight

he was dashing around the city, trying to avoid spilling the beans of his latest case until he suddenly runs into the cafe door that you happened to open ‐ papers and other important documents fly through the air and all he could think about was how red and flustered you looked when accidentally hitting him

from that fateful meeting, the two of you would often bump into each other around the city by pure coincidence. they do say that after the third meeting, it must be meant to be.

he's either the kind of person who couldn't shut up about how much he likes this person and when someone asks him "why not ask them out?", he suddenly becomes super bashful and shy and "d'aww!!! do you think they like me too??"

or he's super lowkey about it until the point where you have to ask yourself "does he really have a crush?"

the moment he realizes he has feelings for you was just during an average conversation - you could be talking about your day, complain about other people or whatever, but mysta's mind seems to drift elsewhere ; "ah. i like this person."

SHU YAMINO

The mysterious, but good-looking stranger on the bus you frequent

first it was sneaky glances, then it was taking the seat next to you and asking how are you and where are you going - you later find out that he's in the same school/workplace as you

from there, it started hanging out outside of the bus - taking you to different locations across the city and just spending time with each other

shu seems to be the kind of person who is lowkey about his crush - he just likes to be able to be near you and thinks that if he suddenly starts telling you how much he thinks about you, you could get scared off by that

in fact, he's also the kind to suffer from a one-sided crush as well - he'd rather have you happier with someone else than him sometimes even if it makes his heart hurt a little bit

the moment he realizes he has a crush on you, he says it feels as if something just clicked. like a gear shifted in the right way and a light started appearing around you. in his eyes, the world seemed a lot brighter after this realization.

VOX AKUMA

Switched orders on accident at a local cafe

picture this - you're at your favourite cafe trying to get your favourite drink. you're distracted when suddenly you hear your name get called out to retrieve your order. the second you take a sip from the cup, it isn't yours.

you then meet the light tapping of someone's shoe (or... sandal?) against the cafe's floor and lo-and-behold; the akuma himself, holding your cup

he seems to take a liking to you, especially after you complained about his weird drink and he even gave you his number, strange.

from then, you would meet up often at the same cafe, discussing different culinary techniques and even teaching each other new things

vox seems like he'd be lowkey but very direct if asked about having a crush too, but fortunately for him, not one to suffer from a one-sided one either.

"do i like this person? of course i do."

he realizes he has a crush when he firmly believes that he can truly stay by the side of this person as equals. it's a cozy, warm feeling he feels in his heart when he realizes how much affection he feels for them.

#yuwrote #i dont even have a witty joke to add to this but thank you sm for the request #i wanted to do something similar so im glad i was able to write this - i hope this fulfills your request tho!!!#luxiem x reader #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem imagine #luxiem drabble #nijien 4th wave #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader

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✤ Number of fics: 88

✤ Posting Since: 2014

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ You Took My Heart By Surprise {T, 39k}

There is reason to believe Prince Harry’s life is in danger. After a failed kidnapping attempt, Louis is assigned to guard Harry around the clock. He is the best at what he does, but he has a tendency to not get along with clients. Louis and Harry start off on the wrong foot, but it soon becomes clear that neither is at all what the other expected.

Queen Anne met Louis’ eyes. “While your file documents many remarkable accomplishments, it also contains a number of early terminations. Why is that?”

“It all depends on what your priorities are,” he said slowly. “If your primary concern is protection, I’m your guy. If you’re looking for someone polite…” He shrugged. “I don’t generally try to be rude, but social graces aren’t what I’m being paid for. If someone values being sucked up to over being protected, that’s their problem.”

“You seem quite well-mannered,” Anne said, frowning.

Both Nick and Louis snorted at that. “You’ve only known me for ten minutes,” Louis said. “Give it time.”

2️⃣ Though the Seasons Change So Quickly (Keep Them Buried In My Heart) {G, 6k}

A series of moments of Harry and Louis' relationship through the years, from the very beginning to the present, through the perspective of those around them. It's beautiful and it's brutal, it's awe-inspiring and it's awful - it is what it is.

"He’s special, Gem," Harry says. "He’s different. Different from anyone else I’ve ever known. I think-”

Gemma holds up a hand. “Slow down, buddy,” she says. “You’ve only known him a few months.”

“I know,” Harry says again, his fingers tugging at the designs embroidered in the blanket. “But it’s still true.”

Gemma studies him for a long moment. It’s interesting, she thinks. She’s never seen him like this -– not really. He’s almost glowing, a smile constantly either present or hiding just below the surface, and while it could just be the band as a whole making him so happy, she somehow doesn’t think so.

3️⃣ Funny How The Stars Crossed Right {NR, 17k}

Liam and Louis round the corner to see a horse trotting around the ring. She (or maybe he) is a beautiful animal, with a dark black coat and white socks. A tall man in riding clothes sits atop the horse, speaking softly. He’s completely focused on the horse, and doesn’t notice their entrance at all. Dark brown curls spill out from beneath his helmet, and his expression is one of total joy.

“Who’s that?” Louis asks, finding himself oddly breathless.

“That’s Chester,” Liam says. “He’s an angel.”

Louis is about to comment that he looks like an angel, but then pauses. “The human or the horse?”

Louis is a photography student, assigned to do a project at Greenfield Stables. Harry is a veterinary student, working part-time at Greenfield to gain experience and make a little money. They both have something to teach the other.

4️⃣ Might've Took The Long Way {M, 21k}

It's been two years since Harry and Louis broke up. They were that couple in high school -- you know the one; been together forever, hopelessly in love, all over each other, the whole nine yards. Even when Louis went off to university, they found a way to make the distance work.

Until they broke up.

Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can't be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

“They got a name?” Bebe asks.

“What?”

“Your ghosts,” she says, her voice suddenly soft. “If you want to tell me, I mean. I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but. Sometimes it can help to exorcise them.” She pauses, and chuckles. “Other times, vodka works better than sage.”

Louis holds his breath for a moment, building the courage, before he finally murmurs, “Harry.”

“Sorry?”

“Harry,” Louis says again. The name feels like a time bomb in his mouth, but it hasn’t blown up yet. “His name was -- is -- Harry.”

5️⃣ The Things You Hide {NR, 27k}

Louis has been an MI6 agent for four years. Now he wants out. Unfortunately, his superiors have other ideas. Their solution: a 'mission' in the Greek Islands, one that's more vacation than actual work. Harry is an avid photographer who shows him around the area. He's open and carefree and everything that Louis wishes he could be. Along the way they fall in love, and maybe Louis learns a little about love, a little about lies, and a whole lot the meaning of home.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 what's left of my halo's black {E, 22k}

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

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