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darthkruge · 3 years

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Hello! Could you do an Anakin x reader where the reader is jealous of Padmé so goes on a walk through the night, and leaves a little trinket of hers so Ani doesn’t worry. She runs into a bounty hunter and Ani senses her danger through the force and saves her? Thanks 🥰

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Jealousy and Rescues

Summary: Jedi!Reader gets themself in some trouble after going on a walk during the night and Anakin comes to their aid

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, torture (knives), blood, kidnapping, ends w/ fluff I promise

Words: 3.8k

A/N: Yess!! I loved writing this so much and I’m sorry it took me longer than I expected to get out. I think I went a bit angstier than your request implied but that’s where my brain was at today slfksjd! I am also rushing to post this so if there are some grammatical errors whoops

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After a few threats to the Senate, your boyfriend was assigned as Padme’s bodyguard. You knew, rationally, their relationship was strictly professional. He’d never be disloyal towards you and you did trust him. There was nothing for you to worry about. Or, at least, that’s what you repeatedly told yourself as you saw them walking and laughing together.

Being in a secret relationship is difficult, you wouldn’t deny. Especially when your boyfriend was one of the most attractive and charming men in the entire galaxy. You would see people flirt with him constantly and there was nothing you could do without jeopardizing both of your careers as Jedi.

You played with the necklace he had given you when you spent your first Life Day together all those years ago. Your home planet on one side, Coruscant on the other, symbolizing your past and your future -- your future with Anakin. It always calmed you; it was something you could hold and feel in public, a reminder of the realness of your hidden romance.

You let out a sigh, dropping the pendant as you tried to shake off the unease you felt as you watched them interact. It mostly worked, too. When you remembered all Anakin had done for you, the intense moments of happiness and love you’d shared, you never felt more secure. But for some reason, as you saw Anakin lean down so Padme could whisper something in his ear, that anxious and guilty warmth ran through your veins.

You hated feeling jealous. It didn’t matter that you logically knew you had nothing to fear, the emotion remained. It embarrassed you, making you feel childish and small. It made you want to crawl out of your skin and hide away, yet simultaneously run up to Anakin and beg him for reassurance. It made you hate Padme, a woman so kind you cursed yourself for feeling that way. It made your mind run wild, conconting torturous scenarios that made your insecurities flair.

Even though it brought you pain to watch, you had to expend great energy to tear your eyes away from them. You returned to your apartment, waiting for Anakin’s shift to be over. All you wanted was some time alone with him, to hear him tell you how much he loved you, to feel his arms around you and lips against yours. To hear him gently laugh as he picks up on your jealousy and mumble reassurances into your ear. You awaited his beautiful words that would evidently overtake your thoughts and leave you feeling secure and peaceful.

Letting your brain run for a while, you felt yourself unconsciously picking at your fingernails and playing with your hair, doing anything to keep yourself busy. You jumped as C3PO entered your room, too lost in thought to register anyone’s presence.

“I apologize Master L/N, but Master Skywalker instructed me to inform you that he will be working late this evening.”

You felt your heart start to pound as your eyes grew heavy with tears. “Threepio, what do you mean? Did he tell you why?”

“Senator Padme has to go to a special dinner this evening to meet with the leaders of some other planets and he must accompany her.”

“Oh.”

C3PO walked closer to you. “Are you alright, Master L/N? Should I call for Master Anakin?”

You shook your head, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m fine, thank you.” You said, trying to keep your voice as even and happy as you possibly could.

The droid exited your apartment as you walked onto the balcony, the cold air hitting your cheeks and quelling the hot embarrassment that flowed through you. There is nothing to worry about, you rationalized. These dinners are formalities, Padme goes to them all the time! And Anakin is just her bodyguard, he would never cheat on you!

Even as you thought the words, you felt frustratingly unconvinced. You decided to go for a walk, the silence in the apartment that your boyfriend was supposed to be back at driving you mad. Even so, you didn’t want him to worry on the off chance he returned home before you. Sighing, you slid the necklace off and placed it on the nightstand, quickly scribbling a note that read “on a walk, be home soon.”

You pulled your Jedi robes closer around you as you walked the Coruscant streets. You had no particular destination in mind, nor did you know how long you intended to be gone for. You let your body drive you, walking around as if in a haze while using all your energy to expel the thoughts from your mind. You made random turns, walking in various directions until you felt yourself calm.

You looked up and to your left and smiled as you saw your apartment. Anakin. You smiled to yourself and shook your head at your foolishness. You didn’t know why you’d gotten so worked up over his and Padme’s relationship; at the end of the day, he would always return home.

Perhaps this was why you weren’t paying attention. Or maybe it was the way you were focussed on Anakin’s force signature, honing in on him and letting the rest of the world fade away. It could have been your exhaustion, emotionally drained for the day. Whatever the reason, you were unprepared when a dark figure jumped out of the shadows and stunned you. All you knew was that one minute you were on your way home to him and the next you were surrounded by darkness as the ground quickly caught up to you.

Anakin rushed out of dinner, feeling quite guilty for leaving you alone all day. He hated working late, especially during the few times you and him were both on Coruscant. Frequently, your missions kept you apart and, thus, the days where you were home together were sacred. He reached out to you, surprised to not feel your force signature in the apartment.

He opened the door and was met with a darkness and stillness that immediately set him off. He pulled out his lightsaber but was careful not to ignite it just yet. He looked around and came upon your note and necklace and relief flowed through him. However, he couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. The words in your note felt clipped and cold and he knew you must not have been happy to hear he was running late.

He walked to the balcony, trying to see you but quickly realizing the futility of the plan. He paced in the apartment, reaching out farther with the Force. Although he hadn’t completely found you, Anakin’s blood ran cold as he sensed with overwhelming clarity that you were in danger. You wouldn’t have lied to him about your whereabouts so he knew you were on foot and, thus, couldn’t have gone too far. All he hoped was that he found you quickly and wasn't too late.

You groaned, already knowing what had happened. The Council already briefed the Jedi that there was an uptick in bounty hunters throughout the galaxy, specifically those targeting the Jedi order. You couldn’t believe you were stupid enough to walk around, unnattentive, through alleyways, at night. The bounty hunter came into your cell and pulled off her mask. Her features were sharp, her face hardened. You looked into her eyes and were met with a predatory gaze.

“What are you going to do with me?” You almost didn’t want her to answer.

The woman simply laughed. “Kill you, of course. But why not have a little fun first? I bet you’d look so nice begging for mercy.”

“I’ll die before I beg for anything from you.” You spat.

“I’m sure I can accommodate both of those things, sweetheart.” With that, she grabbed a knife and plunged it into your foot, anchoring it to the floor.

You bit your lip, tasting blood as you tried not to scream. You clenched your fists, your hands shackled above your head. Your foot felt hot, the crimson blood running down its sides. Just as the pain began to numb, the woman pulled out another blade and slowly cut the bottom of your other foot.

You screwed your eyes shut, desperately trying not to give in. She laughed at your feeble attempts before bringing the knife down. The force she used pierced through both muscle and bone and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out an involuntary cry.

Your brain was a muddled mess, tears leaking down your face as you willed your pained whimpers to die in your throat. She cut through your pants and into your thighs. With each line she carved, you felt more and more helpless. She made her incisions deep and languidly, as if pulling every ounce of blood from your body. You tried to squirm away from the blade but the twisting movements made the knives dig even deeper into your feet.

You tried to reach for Anakin, for some reminder that there was peace waiting for you if you could only hold out through this. You faintly felt his force signature. He’s still out there. He’ll come for me, I know he will.

“Ready to beg yet, Jedi?” She cooed, the tip of her knife under your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes.

Your gaze hardened as you thought of him. She would never take you from him, nothing could tear you and Anakin apart. Your determination remained. She’s not going to break me.

“Never.” Even as the tears ran down your cheeks, even as you felt your grip on the world weakening, you’d never meant a word more than that.

“We’ll see about that.”

You cried out as her knife cut across your cheek. The sharp sting from the newer and shallower cuts combined with the throbbing ache in your legs and feet. The sensation and blood loss made you dizzy. Even so, you forced yourself to remain conscious. You’d get through this, you had to.

Anakin drove his speeder through Coruscant, following a combination of his instincts and the Force to track you down. Every minute, he felt your fear and pain intensify through your Force bond and he grew more and more desperate. By now, he knew you must have been taken by a bounty hunter, there was no other explanation. However, he was occasionally met with a spark of determination and defiance.

He smiled. Whoever had you might be causing you pain, but you definitely weren’t an easy capture. Pride filled him as he thought of your strength. You’d get through this, you had to. Hang on, Y/N, just a little while longer.

The bounty hunter had left the room a few minutes ago, probably frustrated of waiting for you to give in. She’d moved onto cutting through your shirt, your stomach and chest now littered with deep, red, lines. It hurt to breathe, every movement tugging at one of the gashes and causing more blood to ooze out. You were honestly surprised there was still blood left in you to give, as your head felt light and body heavy.

You were so weak, so dizzy that you couldn’t support your own weight anymore, even sitting down. Your head hung down, lolling unimpressively as your neck refused to cooperate. Your mind was swimming and you were delirious, half-convinced you were already dead.

“Y/N!”

You used all your energy to lift your head, meeting a pair of beautiful blue eyes that you would recognize anywhere.

“Anakin,” You breathed out. “Anakin please, help me.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He knelt down beside you and you looked at him, immeasurable relief coursing through you.

He put his hand gently to your cheek, careful to avoid your cuts. “Hold on, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Why aren’t you helping me?”

“Hold on.” The whisper of Anakin’s voice remained in the air as his figure melted away. You screamed in agony, despair clutching at your soul. You desperately looked around, willing the hallucination back to you. Even if it was a cruel trick your fatigued, weak, blood-loss ridden mind created, you wanted him back.

“Please, Anakin, please come back to me!” You cried. You sobbed, the pain of losing him in any form impossible for you to bear.

You begged and begged and begged, trying to will him back to you. You screamed and thrashed until your hands wore raw against your restraints, until your cuts had reopened, until your throat was sore and your eyes burned from crying.

You whimpered out one final plea before your eyes fluttered shut, the fight completely drained from your soul.

Anakin’s heart pounded. He could feel you slipping away, your determination slowly fizzing out. He couldn’t blame you; these bounty hunters were notorious for their torture, for leaving their victims as broken shells before they were killed. He forced the image out of his mind, refusing to think of you in that position.

Finally, he made it to an abandoned building on the edge of Coruscant. The Force had guided him here and he felt you strongly, or as strongly as he could given your broken state. He jumped out of the speeder and saw a woman twirling a knife, leaning against a wall.

Igniting the lightsaber, he walked up to her.

“Anakin, I presume?”

He froze but quickly regained his composure, eyeing her and trying to figure out what her motives were.

“Don’t fret, young Jedi. They were just calling for you. Quite pathetic if you ask me.”

“If you hurt them I swear-”

The bounty hunter’s lips curled into a bone chilling smile, giving Anakin all the answers he needed. He swung his lightsaber, deflecting her blaster shots with ease. She pulled out two knives and threw one at his middle, making Anakin jump to the side to escape the blade.

Anakin twirled the saber, once again trying to get traction. She was quick, swinging herself up onto the room of the building by flipping backwards from the balcony. He, however, was quicker. Anakin jumped up gracefully, continuing to spin his weapon and stalk her in this intense, choreographed dance they were engaged in.

The woman sent her other knife flying at Anakin’s neck and he used his trained reflexes to catch the hilt right before it cut through his skin. Now, it was his turn to smile. He watched as her expression faltered, paying attention to her footing to sense her next move. He followed her, catching up quickly before running the blade through her, barely waiting for her body to drop before bounding off the roof and into the building to find you.

His breath caught as he took you in. Your unconscious body was limp and blood was seeping out of you. He grimaced, seeing the blades running through your feet. As much as he didn’t want you to lose more blood, he needed to remove the knives in order to carry you out of here. Your flesh squelched as he pulled the blade out as evenly as he could and a low whimper escaped your throat.

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?”

“No, no, no, no, no, please, not again!”

“Angel it’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Anakin said, moving to meet your eyes.

“You’re not- this isn’t- no!” You tried to pull yourself away from him, unable to watch this hallucination falter.

“Y/N, please, let me help you. I need to get you out of here before you lose any more blood.”

“This isn’t real!” You screamed. “Please, stop, this isn’t real! You’re not here, you’re not here, you’re gone, I’m gone, it’s not-” You continued to spew unintelligible words, tears already bubbling up in your throat.

Anakin caught on to what was happening. “Angel, look at me. I promise I’m here. I’m real, okay? Please believe me.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed. “I can’t let myself hope again!”

“Y/N, okay, okay. Remember that necklace I gave you? It had your home on one side and ours on the other. You left it for me, a token to prove that you were safe when you went for a walk. I think you were angry with me; I was working late because I was guarding Padme, remember? It’s me, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Despite yourself, you believed him. “Ani.” You said softly, tears coming to your eyes as you allowed yourself to have faith that you would be alright.

“Yes, my love, it’s Anakin. I need you to be still for me, okay? It’s going to hurt but I need to get us home.”

You nodded, cries escaping you as he pulled the second knife from your foot. Your vision went white, the pain profound. Anakin gently hushed you, hand smoothing down your thigh to comfort you as he worked. He went to your restraints next, releasing your hands and watching as they fell heavily. He caught your body as it wrenched forward, making you gasp as the cuts on your chest came in contact with him.

Anakin apologized quickly, pulling off his robe and wrapping it around your body, your cut clothing offering almost no protection from the cold, nighttime air. He also wanted to help you as your body was clearly going into shock from the trauma.

Anakin placed you in his lap, holding you to him with one hand and driving with the other. For anyone less talented at riding a speeder it would have been precarious. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, too, as best as you could.

You were in and out of consciousness the whole way back, barely registering how Anakin pulled you up and into his arms, the sway of his walking faster and more desperate than usual. He went into medbay, placing you gingerly on a bed and calling over a medical droid to determine the extent of your injuries.

Noting how empty it was, Anakin took the risk and held your hand. He knew it was dangerous, the fear of getting caught weighing constantly on both your minds. But after he almost lost you, nothing else mattered.

The droids informed him that you had lost a severe amount of blood, but the cuts themself should heal with time. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized you would be fine. Anakin begged them to let him take you back to your room, saying that the trauma from the torture would only grow worse if you woke up in an unknown environment.

They allowed, so long as he made sure you were supervised and rested for at least the next week. He agreed hurriedly before scooping you back up. You groaned at the movement and he whispered a quick apology, trying to get you into your bed as soon as possible.

He set you down, resting your back against the pillows just as you liked. You were all bandaged up and looked so fragile in your current state, a far cry from what he was used to. He hated it. You were such a skilled Jedi, he sometimes forgot that you were vulnerable, too, and this reality check was immensely painful.

He watched over you as you slept, refusing to move for hours. Finally, your eyes opened and you looked at him blearily.

“Hi.” You croaked out.

Anakin’s eyes snapped up to yours, gently laughing from the relief of hearing your voice and its gravelly tone. He floated the cup of water by your nightstand to your mouth while using his other hand to brace your neck, coaxing you into a sitting position so you could easily swallow the liquid.

You hummed your thanks as he slowly set you against the pillows.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, I should have told the Council I couldn’t do the extra meeting and just come home.”

“No, Anakin, it was your job, I shouldn’t have been upset. I was just jealous, I guess. I saw you and Padme together and,” You trailed off. It felt so unbelievably stupid now. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

Anakin’s eyes were understanding. “It’s okay, my love. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. The only reason I was with Padme for dinner was because the Council assigned me to. No one could make me willingly skip dinner or anything else with you.”

“I know” You said sheepishly.

“I love you, angel. No one even comes close. I promise, I’ll never leave you.”

“I love you too, Ani.”

He carefully connected his lips with yours, hyper aware of your injuries and not wanting to cause you any more pain than you’ve already been through.

“Lie with me?”

Anakin nods as you scoot over. He climbs into bed and allows you to situate yourself. You eventually find a position that doesn’t put strain on your cuts and bruises and you smile, leaning your head against his chest. He gingerly puts his flesh hand around your back, looking at you to see if it’s okay. You nod reassuringly and Anakin lets his arm rest there, fingers gently running through your hair.

“I was so scared, Anakin. I thought I’d never see you again.” You say, breaking the silence.

He looks at you, silently encouraging you to go on, if you so wanted.

“I hallucinated you, you know? I thought you’d come for me. But you told me to hold on and then you disappeared.” Your voice was barely a whisper at the end, tears leaking onto his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” Those words were all he could give. He spoke them with such meaning and love that you melted. None of this was his fault.

“I love you.” You replied, your words carrying the same intensity as his.

Anakin brought his metal arm around, too, to further hold you to him.

“You’re never going to lose me, okay? I will always come for you, I will always protect you. With everything I am, I will always love you.”

“I know.” Your voice was loving and soft, exhaustion once again pulling at you.

He kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll need a lot of it.”

“Hmm?” You questioned tiredly

“They assigned you to at least a week of complete rest.”

“What?!”

“Shhhh, go to sleep, angel.” Anakin chuckled.

You huffed but nuzzled closer to him. You were too drained to fight it and too happy to finally be back in his arms. Nothing could ruin the moment.

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liddolwhynot2000 · 3 years

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Hey! So, I was wondering if I could get a levi x reader where the reader runs the tea shop levi goes to to get his tea and they slowly become friends before realizing they’ve fallen in love with eachother?

Aiii one of my first fic supporters ⭐ I'm so sorry for answering this so late. But I got you.

Here we goo. I hope it lives up to your expectations! @dove-music

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Apricity

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Summary:

After all, Levi had gotten into a relationship.

With a woman who baked cookies and drew his face on them for fun.

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Pairings: Levi/Reader

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Genre: fluff, romance, Levi-does-not-know-romance, kinda funny

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If Levi had to pick any place in the world that gave made him feel something akin to contentment, it would be the little tea shop that was a 10 minute walk from the Survey Corps.

It wasn't some big, fancy cafe, overcrowded with civilians and soldiers, like other establishments were. A small, cosy little shop in the corner of the street. The shop made good business, he could tell, with its modest furnishing and quality to tea.

He had stumbled upon it in a dire time of need- right after losing his beloved friends to titans. He had accepted that he would stay in the survey corps but he hadn't been willing to make friends at the time. He didn't want to get drunk with his fellow soldiers, or visit brothels. He had just wanted some quiet.

Levi had been walking along the street by himself, in the dark, when he had stumbled upon that cafe. It had been on a whim that he had decided to go inside and actually order something.

He would try to convince himself that it was a one time thing, that he was simply trying some of the luxuries the surface had to offer. But one time turned into two, two turned into ten and so on.

He was rewarding himself with good tea, Levi told himself, that was why he kept coming back. He fought titans for humanity, the least he could do was use his paycheck to buy himself a nice beverage every once in a while. It was treat to himself.

The sweet owner of the cafe had nothing to do with this. Nothing at all.

Yeah sure Levi nobody believes you

Shut up four eyes or else-

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'Sir, here you go.'

'.. I didn't order this.'

Levi looked at the plate set infront of him with indifference, although a part of him wondered if it would taste as good as it looked. It was a chocolate cake slice, with some sort of white cream on it.

'It's on the house sir.'

He looked at you, feeling bewildered at the sight of your smiling face. Was this sort of shit normal in the surface? Just giving each other food? There had to be some sort of catch right?

'.. What do you want?'

You blinked at him in confusion.

'Er- nothing sir. We sometimes give free meals to customers. You're the lucky customer this week.'

Levi felt compelled to ask one more time.

'So I owe you nothing for this?'

'Absolutely nothing.'

'Right... Thanks.'

There was no more clarification he could ask for, not when you had used that firm tone. You excused yourself and walked away, leaving Levi to his treat.

Huh. The people here weren't so bad after all.

Maybe he would come back to try some more dishes later.

It's not to see you again hell no stop it Hange- it's NOT-

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He later finds out that you're the owner of the cafe. You could just hire help and let others manage the cafe, but you prefer handling it yourself. Levi can't help liking that- so many people would just sit on their asses, but you're actually working hard.

He doesn't get around to going to the cafe again until a month later. It's after a grueling expedition and he's beyond irritated with everyone. For some reason, they've started calling him 'humanity's strongest' and frankly, Levi finds it to be a dumb title.

Becuase even with all his strength, he hadn't been able to save everyone.

Wanting to get away from overeager comrades and a sugar high Hange (somebody give moblit a raise poor boi), Levi decides to head to the cafe.

Yet again, you're the one who welcomes him. He silently thanks you when you seat him in the corner of the shop, an area where hardly anyone would see him and he wouldn't have to see anyone else. You had perhaps understood from his uniform and exhausted face that he wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, so you had hand him the menu and quietly tell him you'll be back in five minutes.

Once you get him his chosen tea, you also quietly leave a plate of another desert with it. This time, Levi doesn't bother asking questions. He nods at you gratefully before allowing himself to indulge in the delicacy infront of him.

He can't help but want to ask your name.

Aww Levi you drew a heart on that paper with her name on it-

No what the fuck YOU drew that four eyes-

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He frequents the cafe at least twice a month for the next five years. It's become a tradition of sorts, going there after a tiresome mission, enjoying a meal made by you. You don't always let him have food for free of course, but it's often at a discounted rate. And as someone who has never enjoyed any privelege whatsoever in his entire life, he guards the special consideration you show him close to his heart.

The two of you don't interact much at the start, but Levi notices you. The way you give your workers decent time off, how you don't hesitate in offering monetary help or letting someone take the day off, even if it means you're overworked. He hasn't talked to you much, but he has a good opinion of you. He finds you fascinating, the first speck of kindness he's seen in his life, since Isabel and her desire to free a bird. Levi doesn't bother approaching you directly, because he doesn't even know what to say.

The two of you have a full interaction six months into his routine, the day Levi accidentally stays till its closing time. It had been good luck on your part--that when the drunk garrison soldiers had stumbled into your cafe will less then innocent intentions, Levi had been there to deal with them. As far as the garrisons were concerned, it had been the worst night of their lives. No amount of alcohol would ever be enough to make them forget what had happened.

Look at you, so protective of your woman even then-Levi where did you get that knife from--wait no - Erwin HELP-

He strikes a tentative friendship with you after that. You had been beyond thankful for his intervention, knowing you might not have made it out with your life if he hadn't been there. You made him cookies the next day, coming all the way to headquarters to give them to him.

Much to his despair, you meet his self proclaimed friend--Hange, and the two of you become friends too. He tries not to mind it, however, the day Hange flashes a cookie with what is clearly his frowning face drawn on it, he has to be held back by five soldiers from throwing Hange out the window. He marches to cafe, intending on letting out his ire at your insolence. But somehow, he doesn't tell you off like he had planned. Instead he finds himself asking you about your baking and art skills-even he would admit that the drawing of him had been spot on.

He does ban from making them again. You honoured it, until the two of you became good friends. Suddenly, every holiday involves at least one tray of grumpy Levi cookies. Even Erwin had enjoyed them, much to his exasperation. It had lead to his vow of never trying one.

They tasted amazing, I really think you should have tried them- OUCH that hurt shorty-

It doesn't take long till he finds himself purposefully visiting at closing time, knowing you'll just make yourself make a meal too, sit nearby and read a book. You engage him in conversation at times, telling him about the books you read. The two of you bond over food and fictional stories. He let's his walls down for you, little by little. You end up becoming the first person he let's in, his first friend, since the death of Isabel and Farlan.

Levi likes to think they would have liked you.

It's nice, spending time with you. You don't look at him like he's some God with all the solutions, like his comrades do. You aren't in some high risk career where he'd have to worry about you dying. You're stable and peaceful, exactly where you are.

Everytime he sets out for an expedition, he mentally prepares himself for not making it back without at least half his cormades. When it comes to you, his friend, he has no worries. You're safely tucked away in your cafe, out of reach from the titans grasp.

'friend' sure Levi, you write love letters for your friends.

Four eyes where the fuck did you get those from, give them back-

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It's a peaceful day, as evidenced by the birds chirping and general pleasant atmosphere. One could say the weather is perfect. Just the right amount of sunshine shining in the streets, children enjoying themselves, chasing each other.

Even Levi is in a good mood. Of course, his good mood is amplified by his current location. His favorite cafe.

He's sitting inside, but the windows are open, letting in fresh air. He has a nice cup of tea on the table, with a plate full of sandwiches. You were seated in front of him, drinking some tea so sweet he could smell it.

You're telling him about a book, how you've analysed its villainous characters. He enjoys listening to you, often finding your ability to guage complex characters with relative ease to be startling. It makes him trust you more, knowing that no matter how fucked up something occurs, you wouldn't take it at face value.

You wouldn't judge him like that.

The two of you are interrupted as the bell chimes and someone enters the cafe. It's a young man, maybe in his 20s. He's dressed well, a white shirt with a brown vest on top. You put down the book down and smile as you go to greet him.

Suddenly, Levi doesn't feel as peaceful as before. He keep his eyes to his tea but his ears are perked up as he listens to you chatter with the man.

'Hello. Its been a while eh?'

'It has. I've been in Wall Sina getting some work done. Finally finished it, those damn nobles ask us for way too much-'

The man places an order for a bag of biscuits, ones you had already made. You give him a discount, which Levi smugly notes isn't even half of what he gets, and he tells you he has to leave soon. Levi's relieved really, he doesn't know what he's feeling, but he knows he doesn't like him.

'.. Maybe next time, I could take you out on a date...'

Even though you gently reject the man, who takes it well, Levi can't stop frowning. Once you take your place in infront of him again and continue your explaination, he turns his attention back to you and tries to brush off that feeling in his gut.

But it doesn't work.

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When Levi had been taken in under Kenny's (questionable) care, he had learned a lot of things from the man. How to hold a knife, how to break bones, make deals, the sex talk that Levi would like to never remember etc. Kenny had taught him plenty of life skills.

However, his methods had been crazy to say the least. More often then not, Levi found himself on the recieving end of sparring sessions where he was sent flying into trash cans and expected to get up and attack again. Kenny had been ruthless, but it had been for his own good. He wouldn't have survived that hell hole otherwise.

Levi recalled a specific moment in his early days of being with Kenny all too clearly. He hadn't fully understood why Kenny was making him train like this, and frankly, he had been exhausted being treated like a punching bag. In his anger, he had yelled at Kenny, half crying, about how his mother would never let him get hurt like this and how much he missed her.

Kenny had stared at him blankly for a minute once he had finished, and with the speed of lightning, the man had punched him in the stomach.

It had been extremely painful, taking his breath away. Kenny had then proceeded to beat him senseless--telling him what would happen if he wasn't strong enough with each blow.

He would always remember that pain for the rest of his life. Nothing had ever come close to it, or at least that's what he had thought.

But right now, sitting at his desk late at night, Levi feels like Kenny had punched him in the gut again. He was, yet again, experiencing a feeling he would never forget. It wasn't pain, but it's intensity was just the same.

Love.

..sittin in a tree, K I S S I N- AHHH

Section Commander, are you okay!? How did you fall down the stairs??

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Levi and the rest of the soldiers had the night off, and while usually he was more inclined to simply stay away from their parties, he allowed his squad to drag him. It had, as expected, turned out to be a mistake. Everyone had been too drunk. Especially his squad.

When Olou began singing, Levi listened with mild amusement. His voice actually hadn't been too bad.

When Gunther and Eld began drunkenly trying to dance together to his singing, he might have actually smiled while drinking his beer.

When a very drunk Moblit collapsed next to him, muttering about that crazy four eyes, Levi decided to put his foot down and end the party. With Petra's help, he had carried Moblit to his room. The poor man had muttered the entire way there, mostly about Hange and Titans and needing therapy.

The punch in the gut, figuratively, had taken place on his way back to his room. Courtesy of Petra.

He hadn't noticed it, which had been stupid of him in hindsight. His ginger haired comrade had been harbouring feelings for him- feelings he knew he didn't return in the slightest. He had turned her down as gently as possible, not expecting her to loop her arms around his neck and beg him for one night together.

'... Please captain, just one night. If you still feel the same in the morning, I'll never bring this up again.'

Maybe in another universe, he would have said yes. After all, despite the age gap between them, Petra was rather beautiful. And any man would want to enjoy a night with her.

Alas, the moment she had looped her arms around him, his breath had suddenly left him, as though Kenny had punched him in the gut again.

He wasn't seeing his ginger haired cormade leaning into him, confessing her love to him. He was seeing you, your hair in that messy bun, that sweet smile, saying all those words. Practically begging him to make you his.

The moment Petra repeated her statement again, however, the vision fell apart and he pushed her away. After a firm rejection and some tears, he wandered back to his office, feeling dazed.

Sitting down in his chair, he had stared mindlessly, thinking about you.

You and your sweet words. Your obsession with reading. Those special discounts for him. That gentle smile. Even those absurd grumpy Levi cookies you baked.

Levi was a Capricorn--and capricorns were practical people. Rational. And in the interest of being practical, Levi decided to admit his feelings to himself. It would only drive him crazy if he didn't.

He was in love with you.

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In his thirty something years of living, Levi had never been in an relationship. He had been too busy navigating the dark realms of the underground, trying to find enough food to eat. He hadn't cared for sex either, too traumatized by Kenny and his (shudder) talk. By the time he had gotten older and more stable, he had been so disgusted by the flithiness of the act, that he didn't even bother seeking out partners.

Which was why, here was, in love with a woman who probably deserved better then him, unable to do figure out what to do. Should he tell you? Or just keep it to himself? He wasn't sure if you felt the same, but the part of him that was in love with you knew he'd die happy if he held even the smallest part of your heart.

He was at a loss really. Maybe he could find a book about this crap.

Kenny's voice rung in his head for a few seconds, before Levi shut it off. He would rather die single then get a girl using Kenny's advice. He could do better then this. Maybe Erwin would have a book, there had to be somewhere the blonde bastard learned his charm from.

... You gotta be upfront kid. If you want her to be yours..

Levi wouldn't listen to Kenny. No. There was no way...

.. Don't beat around the bush brat, just tell her...

...he would do as Kenny had advised him to.

... Kill her if she doesn't like you back okay..

Okay that wasn't happening. Even if some of it sounded like it made sense, he still wouldn't do it like Kenny would.

No.

Freaking.

Way.

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The next day, Levi silently wondered if his mentor was still alive. If he was, Levi resolved to stab him in a heartbeat. Because he just knew, that if Kenny could see him now, he would laugh his ass off.

After all, Levi had gotten into a relationship.

With a woman who baked cookies and drew his face on them for fun.

And it was all because he followed Kenny's advice.

Goddamit.

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A/N: This ended up being longer then planned whew. My fingers were numb at some points, bc I wrote this in 3 straight hours. I hope y'all liked this! Am I the only who thinks grumpy Levi cookies would be amazing? I had to give Kenny a role in this, it was too tempting not to. Overall, I liked this one alot. I actually have a plan in mind involving this Levi and reader, which I'll hopefully write soon. Till then, take care everyone!

#AOT #Snk #Levi x reader #Levi ackerman #Levi AOT #Romance #Levi does not know romance

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Hi! I started following you for cockles but regular and prolonged exposure to Good Omens content made me finally watch it (I have no idea why I'd been resisting for so long!) and oooh my goood, they are sooo married! like knew it, I was prepared for it and it still took me by surprise! And from what I've seen, the creators/cast are for once very nice to the fandom? (or maybe just spn broke my perception of reality) Anyway this show is a gift, so thank you <3

ayyyyyy

getting people to watch good omens is one of my missions on this website (along with getting people to watch the untamed and ship cockles), so thank you for fulfilling my purpose! i’m so glad you enjoyed it.

and yes, the creators are far, far more fan-friendly than spn lmao. neil gaiman has said a few things that irked me, but iirc he said that he wrote the show as a love story, and he has a very hands-off approach - like, these are yours to do whatever you want to, you can view them however you like.

some people got angry because he said that crowley and aziraphale aren’t gay - but i think what he said is that they’re not gay because they’re not human men. he once said something explicitly about wanting to leave room for them to be interpreted as asexual, which i really appreciate, and he mentioned once how crowley was presenting female at the crucifixion, with the implication that crowley is canonically genderfluid. neil is on tumblr and he often answers fan questions and gives advice, he seems pretty cool. the other day he retweeted some fanart that included aziraphale kissing crowley, so i think he’s supportive.

michael and david are also super supportive, especially michael. he was a fan of the book for years before the show, and said that he portrayed the moment crowley gives aziraphale the rescued books in the church as the moment that aziraphale falls in love with him. he actually reads crowley/aziraphale fanfic and retweets fanart, frequently interacts with fans and alludes to the story being a romance. he might even have a tumblr based on a screencap he tweeted once.

last year they recorded an adorable conversation in-character as crowley and aziraphale talking on the phone during quarantine as a treat for fans, and of course they’ve done two seasons of staged. they’re really good friends and so cute together.

good omens has been one of the most pleasant, wank-free fandom experiences i’ve ever had, it’s really delightful.

#good omens #anonymous #ask

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An Extraordinary Union. By Alyssa Cole. New York: Kensington, 2017.

Rating: 3/5 stars

Genre: historical romance

Part of a Series? Yes, Loyal League #1

Summary: As the Civil War rages between the states, a courageous pair of spies plunge fearlessly into a maelstrom of ignorance, deceit, and danger, combining their unique skills to alter the course of history and break the chains of the past . . . Elle Burns is a former slave with a passion for justice and an eidetic memory. Trading in her life of freedom in Massachusetts, she returns to the indignity of slavery in the South—to spy for the Union Army. Malcolm McCall is a detective for Pinkerton's Secret Service. Subterfuge is his calling, but he’s facing his deadliest mission yet—risking his life to infiltrate a Rebel enclave in Virginia. Two undercover agents who share a common cause—and an undeniable attraction—Malcolm and Elle join forces when they discover a plot that could turn the tide of the war in the Confederacy's favor. Caught in a tightening web of wartime intrigue, and fighting a fiery and forbidden love, Malcolm and Elle must make their boldest move to preserve the Union at any cost—even if it means losing each other.

***Full review under the cut.***

Mild spoilers in the Plot section.

Content Warnings: racism, threat of sexual assault, use of the n-word, violence, blood, false rape accusations

Overview: I first became aware of Alyssa Cole via Courtney Milan’s recommendations page, and I decided to start with this Civil War spy romance because... why not? It looked fun! And it was, to an extent. I liked the high stakes, the dynamics of the romance, the characters themselves. But what ultimately prevented me from giving this book more than 3 stars was the plot, romance trajectory, and some aspects of the prose. Of course, your mileage may vary, so if you’re a fan of romance, I suggest giving this book a try for yourself.

Writing: Cole’s prose is fairly clear and easy to read. It flows well, so you can skim or read more in-depth, depending on your preference, and I think that works for the genre Cole is writing in. I also really liked that Cole would drop in random quotes from classic literature to demonstrate Elle’s eidetic memory, and I liked that she was able to communicate the stakes of each scene without overwhelming the reader with infodumps.

I do think, however, that Cole relies a bit too much on telling instead of showing. We’re told over and over again through the characters’ inner thoughts that they have feelings for one another, but I didn’t quite see how those feelings were brought about externally. The banter and the arguments, while good, didn’t quite foster feelings of romantic connection, and I wish a little more was done to show the characters’ chemistry, rather than being told that they had an effect on one another.

Plot: Aside from the romance, the majority of this book revolves around Elle and Malcolm as they infiltrate a Southern senator’s house to learn more about Confederate operations during the Civil War. While I liked the idea, I ultimately thought Cole could have done a little more to give this plot structure. Both Malcolm and Elle seemed to be placed in the house to be on the lookout for any useful information, so from the get-go, it didn’t feel like they had a strong purpose. I think I would have liked to have seen Elle go in with the knowledge that the Confederates were planning something; maybe the Union/Loyal League had whiff of a plot to break the blockade, and Elle is tasked with doing everything in her power to make sure that blockade stays in place.

I also think Cole could have made her characters a little more agentive. While I liked that Malcolm was purposefully flirting with the Senator’s daughter to weasel his way into their good graces, it felt like both Elle and Malcolm were passively waiting for information to fall into their laps. I would have liked to see more scenes of them sneaking into the Senator’s office, trying to find letters or other information, or something else that required the characters to be proactive. The only real scene where we got that, I feel, was when the two went after Dix, the engineer, but even then, they seemed to just follow him out into the woods before getting accosted by slave catchers, forcing them to return home with nothing useful (which they don’t seem too disappointed about).

Speaking of the pursuit of Dix, many scenes seemed to be like this one, and by that I mean many seemed to have been inserted into the plot to create empty tension or action. The characters don’t really get anything useful out of following Dix; the scene was mostly there to give Malcolm and Elle some time to talk and to put Elle in danger. There were others that I felt had a similar purpose. The scene where Elle suspects Malcolm of being a double agent, for example, seemed to come out of nowhere and be over and done with way too quickly, only used to manufacture false tension and then give the two a reason to be alone together. The ending, too, seemed to rely on a lot of exciting things happening in quick succession, and while I liked that it forced the characters to think quickly and make plans, it also felt like Elle and Malcolm had to rely on surprise plans from other people and impossible coincidences.

Lastly, I think the prologue was an odd episode to serve as the book’s initial inciting action. We open with Elle going undercover to pass a message to another operative, and just as she does so, she is harmed by some racist separatists and blacks out. One year later, Elle has recovered and is on a new mission in Virginia, and we learn that she was saved by none other than Malcolm himself. While I felt that this prologue could have worked if Elle and Malcolm hopped around the South on missions and kept meeting up again and again, the events of the prologue didn’t seem to have much significance other than to show that Malcolm had met Elle once before, and even that revelation fizzled out soon after they both realized it. I think I would have liked a more sustained plot where Elle and Malcolm kept crossing paths while doing spy missions, or else have the prologue feature something like a secret meeting where men are talking about building the ironside.

Characters: Elle, our heroine, is a smart, sharp-tongued Black woman with an eidetic memory and a fierce devotion to the Union. I really liked the nuance she brought to interpretations of the abolitionist movement and the politics of slavery and race relations; she would frequently call Malcolm and other well-meaning white people out on their inability to see slavery and racism as something that affects individuals (they see it rather as an abstract concept). I also really liked that she knew her worth but was conscious of what acting on her anger and frustration could do to jeopardize her goals. It made her feel pragmatic and human at the same time, which I very much enjoyed. The only thing I didn’t like about her was that she seemed to keep going back and forth on what she wanted with Malcolm, but more on that in the next section.

Malcolm, our hero, is a Scottish undercover detective for the Pinkertons. I liked that he had a roguish personality without being a Scottish stereotype - he didn’t drop a lot of random slang words, nor was he overly violent or drunk. His main asset was his charisma and his ability to weasel his way into places of power, and I think Cole showed that well. I also liked that he served as a vehicle to explore topics relating to racism, and he was constantly learning about how to be practically anti-racist, not just generally not racist (if that makes sense). I do think, however, that Malcolm made way too many stupid mistakes for one supposedly so good as his job, and I think his attraction to Elle was too insta-lovey for my tastes (but more on that below). He also seemed to have no serious character flaws to overcome; he rather seemed to be a “nice guy” whose only “flaw” was that he just had some things to learn about the Black experience.

Side characters varied in the quality of their usefulness to the plot, but I think Cole wrote them all with good purposes in mind. Susie, the Senator’s daughter who Malcolm flirts with, was appropriately written, being neither an exaggerated villain nor a sympathetic product of her time. The fellow slaves at the Senator’s home were likeable and I enjoyed the way Elle expressed her affection for them; I wish Mary’s plans had been foreshadowed a bit more, but it is what it is. Probably the most underutilized character, in my opinion, was Rufus, whose true identity comes at a surprise to Elle and Malcolm. I feel like a rival espionage plot could have worked well in this story, especially if Elle and Malcolm’s story had been more reluctant-allies-to-lovers, but Rufus’ twist seemed to come out of nowhere and only be important in the last 50 or so pages of the novel. Dix, too, could have been more of an interesting character, but he seems to exist only to put Elle and Malcom in a risky position. Nothing really comes out of his character.

Perhaps the least compelling character, in my opinion, was Daniel, Elle’s supposed longtime friend who was born free but sold into slavery. Daniel never makes an actual appearance on the page; Elle talks about him a lot, but since we never actually see them interact, I felt like I was expected to care about a person I never met. The drama with Daniel seemed to exist to either create jealousy in Malcolm or serve as a way to make Elle trust Malcolm, and honestly, I don’t think Daniel needed to be included at all.

Romance: While I liked the idea of this romance, Elle and Malcolm’s story ultimately didn’t work well for me because I personally found it insta-lovey and somewhat repetitive. Malcolm is attracted to Elle right away, which isn’t a problem, but it seems like they developed feelings for one another after their initial chat in the woods. I prefer my romances to build up over time, with characters falling for one another after becoming emotionally vulnerable and bonding over shared values or helping one another overcome personal character flaws. Elle and Malcolm, by contrast, had some nice banter, but Elle would push Malcolm away, then remember how attractive he was, then the two would kiss or be intimate before Elle would declare they couldn’t be together because it compromised their jobs, and the cycle would repeat. While a conflict of interest could be an interesting point of tension in a romance, I personally felt like Elle was too back-and-forth, and I personally don’t find that back-and-forth very compelling.

I also found some of the sex scenes to be a bit too clinical and clipped, which may work for some people but may not for others. Personally, I like my sex scenes to show not just physical intimacy, but emotional intimacy, and it seemed like some of them were used to that effect while others were just... “she did this. he did this.” I think I would have liked to see Cole put more pressure on the idea of sex as comfort. The first time Elle and Malcolm are physically intimate together, Elle describes it as seeking comfort. However, it’s not really brought up again, and I think it would have been interesting to expand on the idea, perhaps by portraying their reluctant allyship as first a purely physical release/escape to something more emotional and mutually supportive.

TL;DR: An Extraordinary Union brings some much needed diversity the romance genre, and while it has an intriguing plot and likeable characters, it also features a fairly cyclical romance and depends on things happening to the characters, rather than the characters being active subjects.

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Hero Among Thorns - Pt 4

Pairing: Hyunwoo x Reader Genre: Undercover Detective AU, Action, Romance Word Count: 2.5K Summary: When a mistaken connection results in your kidnapping by one of the city’s most notorious gangs, the undercover detective Hyunwoo has no choice but to rescue and protect you, and, most dangerously of all, fall in love with you. Warning: Mentions of violence and blood. Parts: See Masterlist for previous parts. (Sorry, but Tumblr won’t show posts with links in tag searches.

“But you have to.” Minhyuk stares you down, his happy demeanor gone without a trace. “Didn’t you hear what we just said Yew has done? You can’t just let him walk free.”

“I also heard that all your witnesses end up dead. Getting shot once is an experience I don’t want to repeat, especially if the next time ends with me not breathing.” You drop your face into your hands. Your heart beats in a rabid tattoo, hastened by imagining your dead body sprawled bloody in some dingy alley or dumped in some lonely shallow grave no one will ever find you in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well I did, but I want to put this guy who can’t even do his homework and kidnaps the wrong person in jail, clearly. It’s just… do you have any idea how scary this is?”

“The other witnesses never had us. Our team is the best there is,” Hyungwon says.

“No one is getting close to you unless we let them,” Hyunwoo adds so firmly you almost believe him.

Almost.

You shake your head and hug your knees. It does little to comfort you. “I don't know.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, but you know everyone hears you.

Minhyuk lets out a huff that's somewhere between frustrated and disgusted. The legs of the couch squeak against the floor with the force of him standing. You instinctively pull your legs closer to distance yourself from his angry disapproval. Without giving you another glance, he crosses in front of you. A few seconds later, the door to the apartments slams behind him.

“Don't mind him,” Hoseok says, breaking the tense silence. “Min's just tired and ready to go home. This hasn't been the easiest mission for us.”

“I'm sorry,” you instinctively reply. You're already regretting your impulsive statement. A lot.

“Don't be.” Hoseok smiles, rolls his shoulders as he stands, and crosses the carpet to give your uninjured shoulder a gentle squeeze. “He'll be fine by the morning. Don't worry about all this. Just concentrate on getting better.”

Hoseok looks to Hyunwoo, asking, “We'll see you two at the shop tomorrow?”

Hyunwoo shakes his head. “I'll probably stay here with her for a few days. Might look weird if I go right back to work when my girlfriend was almost killed. Yew's going to be keeping a close eye on us for awhile. Watch your backs.”

“Always. Come on, Hyungwon. I'll give you a ride back.”

Hyungwon dislodges himself from the couch, flashing a salute at Hyunwoo and nodding at you before following Hoseok out the door.

“Guess I better head out, too,” Kihyun says, “since I open tomorrow. Need to be there early for that parts-shipment from Kyushu.”

Changkyun goes to the counter to slip his laptop and tablet into their respective cases. “Can you drop me by my place? I rode with Minhyuk but I doubt that asshole remembered and stuck around.”

“Sure.”

They both say good-night and leave. Jooheon follows, but only after checking your vitals again and repeating his instructions for your medication to Hyunwoo.

Silence fills the space left behind. Mentally exhausted from having to go through the night over and over again, you slump on the couch. Opposite you, Hyunwoo sits in his armchair, lost in thought or half asleep, you can’t tell. With being an undercover agent, keeping up chatter with someone not on his team probably isn’t a frequent occurrence.

As you open your mouth to ask if you can get more items from your apartment eventually, Hyunwoo gets up and moves toward the kitchen. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” he asks.

You think about it before replying, “No, thanks. Do you have any tea though?”

“I should.” He squats down to look in a cabinet and you glance away from the lovely view provided by the sweatpants. Where isn’t this guy perfect? “Ah, yeah, here it is. There’s raspberry, green, and honey chamomile. Kihyun can pick us up more if you prefer something else.”

“Chamomile is fine for now, please. Thank you.”

“Sure.”

Curiosity gets the better of you after Hyunwoo turns the electric kettle on and sets out a green ceramic mug beside it. He starts rummaging through the refrigerator. You see him glance at you from the corner of his eye as you climb onto a stool on the opposite side of the counter. But he doesn’t comment, continuing to place different things on the counter.

A packet of kimchi. A can of spam. Eggs. Cabbage. Soy sauce. Sesame oil. Packaged noodles.

Your stomach gives a muffled gurgle. Maybe you will take him up on his offer of a meal.

With quiet competence, Hyunwoo moves around the kitchen with the uncommon ease of a man who knows his way around cooking, measuring, prepping. When the kettle boils, he pours the water over the teabag and sets the mug in front of you with a small bowl of sugar and a dainty bottle of honey shaped like a teddy bear.

As he turns, you ask, “You don’t talk a lot do you?” Realizing you sounded rude, you add, “Not that anything’s wrong with that. It’s nice being around someone who’s okay with not talking.”

Hyunwoo shrugs. “I’m not always good at it. I make things awkward when I speak sometimes, so I don’t unless I need to usually. Does it make you uncomfortable that I don’t?”

“No, no. Definitely not.”

He smiles and turns back to his work.

After fixing your tea to your liking, there's nothing else to do but wait. But you can only sit still so long. You never did do well sitting idle. “Can I help?”

“Sure.”

Despite his quick answer, Hyunwoo has to look around for something to give you. He finally settles on giving you some cabbage to shred for the soup. You clumsily grip one end of the leaves with your injured side’s hand as you tear, your tongue unconsciously poking out the corner of your lips. Quickly, the only noises in the apartment return to the clicks of utensils and rips of your work.

With how chaotic your days usually are, the majority of your hours full of people whining, yelling, and demanding in your ears, quiet when you get home is welcome. But it isn’t always so. More often than you would care to admit, when you’re alone in your apartment in worn pajamas, sitting on your couch with your laptop and a snack in peace, the quiet reminds you how alone you are. No roommate, not even a fish for a pet. Your dating life has been about as dead as Frankenstein's wife. For years now. An embarrassing number of years.

You had underestimated the comfort of having another living, breathing human living in the same space as you when you shared a room with a friend in university. The knowledge that someone else was there, that you could talk to them if you wanted, reach out to touch them. Someone to share your thoughts with that wasn’t yourself. Someone to just kick back and enjoy a movie and pizza with without having to deal with the pressure of maintaining the perfect, polite image work and dates demand.

Yes, you were lonely. Are lonely. If that somehow lowered your standards for human interaction, so be it. Yet, you didn’t feel like you were settling for Hyunwoo’s quiet. Like the man himself, it feels solid, wholesome. Even if it is literally now Hyunwoo’s job to keep you around, you appreciate his company. Watching his hands as he cooks and listening to him clink and bang around the kitchen, the normalcy of it, brings back the warmth to your bones as much as his hoodie does.

“You sure you’re not hungry?”

Meeting Hyunwoo’s eyes through the steam of the cooking ham slices, you shrug with a half-smile. “Maybe a little.”

“I figured you would be.” He takes two bowls from the cabinet. Smoothly, he deposits a healthy amount of noodles into one of them and puts it in front of you. The steam of the soup mingles with that of the two slices of ham he places on top of the noodles. Together, they may be the best thing you've ever smelled.

Kihyun's soup earlier hadn't been bad, but it'd been decidedly bland. Probably under Jooheon's orders. As soon as your spoonful of Hyunwoo's soup hits your tongue, it's heaven. Salty, earthy, noodly heaven.

You rush another spoonful to your mouth, happily chewing away at the ham. As you go for a third, you pause, the hair on the back of your neck tingling. Looking up, you realize Hyunwoo is watching you. He's leaning against the counter, arms crossed, mouth tilted in a smile that shows just a hint of teeth.

“That good?” he asks in an amused tone.

It takes conscious effort not to drop the spoon in embarrassment. You just stuffed your face like a heathen in front of one of the most attractive people you've crossed paths with in awhile. Like an idiot.

Lowering your spoon and your eyes, you sheepishly reply. “Yeah. It's really good.”

“Good.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Oh,” he sets down the bowl he'd picked up for himself and drags a bag of medication, “you should take these now. Jooheon said you should take them with food, remember?”

You nod and gulp down the pills as Hyunwoo serves himself. The earlier quiet descends again, broken only by your spoons clinking against the sides of your bowls and the occasional slurped noodle. It's beyond nice.

Just as before, it hits you how isolated you've been the last few months of your life. When you think about it, it's hard to tell if it was because of your job and its accompanying exhaustion or your personal choice. Maybe a little of both.

“Want more?”

Hyunwoo’s words break through your mood. Noticing your bowl is empty, you shake your head and push it away. “I’m good, thanks.”

“No problem.” He takes the dish and puts it in the sink, looking back at you. “Does your shoulder hurt?”

“No. Why?”

“You’re frowning.”

Not for the first time, you lament your utter lack of a poker face. Admitting just getting to eat with someone made you over the moon isn’t an attractive option. “No, it's fine. It feels pretty dull. I was just...”

You run a hand through your hair out of habit. The strands feel greasy. A perfect excuse. “I was just wishing I could wash my hair. But it'd be really hard to do without getting the bandages wet. Maybe we could cover it with something to keep it dry? Like wrap a garbage bag or plastic?”

“That should be okay. I might have a spare trash bag.” He reaches towards the cabinet under the sink, but pauses before opening the door. Hyunwoo straightens and says, “Or you could just wash it here if you just need to wash your hair.”

“Here as in the kitchen sink?”

“Why not? I’ll just move the dishes to one side. It has one of those hose things so that would make it easier to rinse. That way your bandages don't have to get wet at all. I've had to wash my hair in a sink a lot when a shower wasn't an option.”

“I guess that'll work...”

He smiles. “I'll get the shampoo and a towel for you.”

You refill the space in front of the sink after Hyunwoo vacates, eyeballing the hose. Maybe if you just bend forward with your face in the sink that could work. But then the shampoo would get in your eyes. You try bending backwards, but the height of the counter proves your undoing. Even with your flexibility, a must for a dancer, your head barely comes anywhere near the sink.

Still half bent over backwards, you glare at the upside-down sink. “Stupid,” you mutter.

“Is that comfortable?”

You stumble as you right yourself to find Hyunwoo returned with a fluffy black towel and a very large black shampoo bottle. “No. Maybe the sink isn’t such a good idea. Even with the hose, I think it would be too weird an angle.”

Putting the towel and bottle down, he studies the sink. His fingers drum against his hips as he thinks. Hyunwoo grabs one of the stools and pulls it around the counter. He moves around you to put it in front of the sink. “If you sit on this, I can wash it for you.”

“You’d do that?” you ask, caught by surprise. You haven’t had anyone else wash your hair since you were a child. Not even when you get a haircut. Certainly no past boyfriend had ever offered.

“It’s not like women wash their hair any different from men.” Hyunwoo says. “Or do they?”

You can’t help your laugh. “I guess not. Okay, thanks.”

He nods and hands you the towel. Once you have it draped around your neck with your bandaged arm safely covered, you slowly lean back until the back of your neck touches the cool metal of the sink. Hyunwoo leans over you to turn on the water. As you stare up at his chest, just how big he is hits you all over again.

Thank goodness he’s on your side.

You jerk in surprise when instead of the warm water you were expecting, Hyunwoo’s palm comes to your forehead and pushes it back. Despite your discomfort, you keep your mouth shut. He’s doing you a favor afterall.

But when Hyunwoo starts trying to massage the shampoo into your hair like it’s a stubborn stain in a rug, you hiss and clap your good hand over his. “Ow!”

He stops immediately and asks in a worried tone, “Did I hurt you?”

“Just a little softer, please.” Readjusting to a more comfortable position, you move your hand on top of one of his. It doesn’t quite fit, but Hyunwoo lets you manipulate his fingers in much gentler motions. He seems to get the hang of it after a few moments, but you keep your hand where it is a little longer than necessary. The warmth of his hand feels too good.

“Sorry, for hurting you,” he says. “Never done this before.”

Snatching your hand back into your lap, you reply, “So you're not like the Zohan.” You chuckle at your own joke.

“The what?” He stops.

“The Zohan. Zohan Dvir. From 'You Don't Mess with the Zohan.' The Adam Sandler movie?”

“Never seen it.” Hyunwoo shakes his head and shrugs apologetically.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of a lot of stupid, but it’s good for when you want to just laugh. You don’t have to think about anything. It’s about an Israeli special forces agent who fakes his own death so he can pursue his dream of being a hairstylist.”

“Seriously?” He laughs, which makes you smile. It’s too cute.

“Yeah. I haven’t watched it in forever. Too many movies to watch, too little time.”

“You like to watch movies?”

You’re grateful for the excuse to close your eyes when he starts rinsing your hair. “It passes the time well when you’re alone a lot.”

To your surprise, Hyunwoo answers, “I get that. I sleep or workout, but movies sound fun. Sorry, I don't have anything more girly smelling, by the way. I can ask one of the guys to grab you some of whatever you like using from the store and drop it off.”

“It’s okay. Yours smells good.” You open your eyes when you feel Hyunwoo lift the towel from your front so he can help you sit up. He drapes the towel around your shoulders and starts drying your hair. His hands are much gentler than before so you can’t help but sag into your seat a little. The simple comfort makes you feel like a cat, ready to curl in a purring ball. “Are you sure you’re a secret agent?”

“Pretty sure.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Why?”

“You’re better at this than you think.” And despite his size, he has the personality of a teddy bear. It’s hard to equate the person tenderly drying your hair with the badass who rescued you.

“You have to be a quick study to survive at this job. Otherwise you don’t stay alive long.” His voice lacks any hardness in spite of the bluntness of his statement, as if he’s just stating a normal fact. Hyunwoo pauses, then says, “That was a little dark, wasn’t it?”

“A little, but I guess it’s true. You can’t deal with the underbelly of humanity and get by on a whim.” Hesitating, you add, “Thank you, by the way.”

“No need for that. It’s just hair.”

“I mean for saving me from those men.” You feel Hyunwoo’s hands slow, but keep your eyes straight ahead. “I don’t think I said that to you yet, but really, thank you.”

“It was nothing. Just another day for us.”

Just another day. And you’re just another mission, you remind yourself. Your gaze falls to your hands as you fight that tiny feeling of disappointment. “Oh. And I’m sorry for pulling the gun on you.”

That makes Hyunwoo laugh again. He comes in front of you and leans against the counter, still smiling. “It was empty, remember? No harm, no foul.”

“Still… it wasn’t nice.”

“Trust me, I’ve had much more dangerous people point loaded guns at me. I’ll take you pointing an unloaded one at me any day.”

“Are you saying I wasn’t intimidating?” you ask, only half-joking.

He smiles and walks away with the towel and shampoo. “Yes.”

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irisouy · 5 years

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"their interactions are not as frequent" the problem is they are forgotten, episode 12? had no sense we spend the whole season with bellamy worried and lost without clarke and now he is worried about his GF and let clarke go?apart again? that b/e hug?sorry but the fandom has every fucking right of being tired, because what always happen with them is a huge scene and then next episode is like nothing, keep saying is happening and b/e is breaking up but anyway at this point is not worth it.

Hey Anon, I can see that you are angry, so my answer is not going to please you, because I disagree with your take, but since you sent me an ask, I have the right to state my opinion. And that’s what it is: just an opinion.

I disagree with the fact that Bellarke’s interactions are forgotten and I also disagree when you say that episode 12 made no sense. You have every right to be tired, that’s your prerogative and I cannot tell you to feel differently but saying that things don’t make sense because it’s not happening the way you want is a stretch.

I am not answering your ask to try to convince you because you have made up your mind, and that is OK. However, in the case someone is interested in my point of view here it is:

First, I’m going to tackle the “episode 12 made no sense”: how did it made no sense? Because Clarke and Bellamy did not smooch each other while their loved ones were in immediate danger? Or is it because Bellamy hugged his Girlfriend?

I think your expectations are unrealistic with the nature of the show: it is not a romance show, nor a drama. In those type of shows there is time for characters to explore their feelings and to discuss them. But this is a post-apocalyptic show. The main story is the survival of the group and the characters feelings and relationships are merely sprinkled amidst the action. Do you honestly think it makes sense for Clarke and Bellamy to stop to analyze their feelings for each other while they need to save their people? To me it makes perfect sense that in episode 12 they had to focus on their mission if they want to make it alive and save all the people they care about, because there was no time for anything else.

You might not care about the other characters, but Bellamy and Clarke do care. At the end of the day they are both pragmatic and know they have to put their feelings aside if they want shit to be done. Just look at Clarke this episode: she literally had to hide her feelings when they were torturing her daughter and when she learned that her own mother had been murdered. I don’t see when she would have had time to talk to Bellamy about feelings. Same goes for Bellamy.

What about the B/echo hug you might say? I don’t see any problem with it. If you ask me, I would have preferred seeing another Bellarke hug, rather than a B/echo hug, but it makes complete sense that Bellamy would be relieved to see that his girlfriend was still alive. Yes, like it or not, E/cho is still his girlfriend and even if she wasn’t he cares about her: it is normal for him to be happy to see her alive. And let me tell you this: that hug he gave her did not feel very romantic to be honest. It was a “I’m so happy you’re alive” hug, not a “you’re the love of my life” hug like the one Bellamy had with Clarke in episode 10. AND… he looked at Clarke while hugging E/cho. This is very significant.

Let me digress a bit: a few years back I was in the TVD fandom and I was a Delena shipper. I remember a scene were Elena hugs Stefan (her boyfriend at the time) but while doing that she looks at Damon and thanks him. Guess with which brother Elena ended up with? Damon (although I would argue that Elena’s feelings for Stefan were way deeper than Bellamy’s feelings for Echo). But it was a teen drama, so the whole point of the show was the love triangle.

All this to say that Bellamy looking at Clarke while hugging his girlfriend is very significant because:

It’s the first time he does it. The other two occasions he was hugging/kissing E.cho in front of Clarke he did not even notice she was looking.

He clearly is not feeling completely comfortable hugging E.cho in front of Clarke, precisely because of what happened in episode 10.

And this brings me to the last point: when you’re saying that Bellarke’s scenes are always forgotten.

I am not saying that the fandom has no right to feel exhausted with Bellarke’s pacing, but what I am saying is that it is incorrect to say there is no follow up with Bellarke’s scenes. It’s just that the payoff comes much, much later and slower than the fandom’s expectations.

It’s like in season 5 everybody was screaming at the writers that the 2199 calls were not being addressed: people said it was bad writing. But those people were wrong, because those calls have been addressed and their significance still has repercussions in season 6.

Everything has repercussions in the show, especially Bellarke’s interactions, but the buildup and payoff is delivered little by little in small doses.

So if you are tired of the way Bellarke is handled in The 100 and you are unhappy my advice is to stop torturing yourself and stop watching the show. Find a nice romantic show were the payoff happens sooner and where the plot IS the romance between characters. You are free to take his advice or not.

However, if you’re like me and know that everything that happens in the show will be addressed EVENTUALLY, then things get easier. I don’t have expectations and just ride with it, I appreciate Bellarke scenes when there are and I focus on the whole story. I rarely get mad at the show and let me tell you that my experience with the show has improved since I’ve been doing that. It’s just a state of mind… I just believe in Bellarke no matter what.

I am not trying to be condescending, so if you hate my opinion then it’s fine, keep yours because you believe in it.

But you do you, and I do me.

#the 100 #replying to anon #irisouy #bellarke

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How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?: You thought of Clark as anyone who’d ever met him before did: He was timid, and something about his demeanor seemed poorly suited for the frame that actually portrayed it. However, he seemed harmless enough; nothing worth digging into. That was what you had made sure to take note of during your period as a mole for one “Mr. Knight.” (You really wished Mr. Wayne would’ve thought up a less laughable alias, but he wasn’t paying you to criticize. Only to keep your finger on the pulse of Metropolis by infiltrating the ranks of the Daily Planet). However, as time went on, that initial response seemed to shift somewhat.

It didn’t take long for you to notice his frequent disappearances during the work day. When you inquired about it, an apparent friend of his, Lois, explained that it had something to do with some “health concerns” or whatever story he was supposedly working on that week. You raised a brow at the matter but took note for future reference. Part of you wanted to believe that your job (your real one as a mole) had been made a lot easier by potentially having a link to finding out who the caped Kryptonian was. But another part of you was suspicious of the possibility; after all, that would be far too good of luck for that to be the case, right? Probably.

You would’ve been happy to have left it like that, had it not been for the brief but relatively multiple occurrences where you’d witnessed Clark be able to perform acts that would have required excessive strength such as moving a full file cabinet with ease, or gripping the edge of his desk enough to snap the pulpy wood it was made out of. It was perhaps in your need to justify everything that wound up being your downfall. You were on a mission – a very important one at that – and it wouldn’t do to constantly pester your boss about every strange thing that occurred in the area. (If that were the case, you would’ve had the Bruce Wayne lurking around the nightclub scene, intimidating every other person who could do a vape trick through a gaged hole in their mouth.)

In this case, you looked to the small file of Daily Planet workers that Mr. Wayne had provided you with, pleased to use Clark’s farm boy heritage as an excuse for his freakish strength (never mind that he supposedly had health issues that may or may not have a supposed effect on it). But perhaps also you just needed a reason to not have to be suspicious of him: He was, from what few interactions the two of you had had, a very nice guy. Not a Nice Guy™, but a man who appeared to be nice by nature. You sure as heck never met one back in Gotham!

Clark admittedly didn’t have much of an opinion on you for the first chunk of your time undercover. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t appear in his awareness enough for him to form an idea of you, it was just that with his self-appointed position as a sort of guardian of the Earth (or at least Metropolis), learning about new coworkers wasn’t really on the top of his list. Especially with this Batman nonsense beginning to spill over from across the bay. But from what he did manage to take note of, however, you were polite and dedicated, always seeing your assigned tasks to the end – which was undeniably something that Clark couldn’t always say for himself.

He didn’t expect the latter to come back to bite him in his nigh-on invincible ass, though.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d insisted that all was forgiven: The amount of guilt you’d accumulated after being tied up into his near-defeat just wouldn’t quit.

“Please,” you said, almost seriously, “punch my body backwards. Fling me into the sun… Lois mentioned you got a place in the Arctic, right? Drop me off there and leave me to fend for myself.”

Once again, Clark found himself laughing (albeit in an attempt to alleviate the tension).

“It’s okay,” he swore. A beat before shrugging. “Well, not okay … But it’s all said and done. You didn’t mean any harm –”

“This entire UC mission was to figure out who Superman was so my boss could kick the shit out of him.”

“… Well, you didn’t mean the extent of the harm, anyway.”

Even after you placed your two-weeks notice at the Daily Planet, thus ending your time in Metropolis, the apologies wouldn’t quit. Nor did your efforts to attempt proportionate compensation via expensive fruit baskets.

(“Wow,” Lois breathed, observing the intricate designs carved into a large watermelon. The great fruit itself had been converted into a basket that now held grapes and honeydew and all sorts of other natural goodies. “Somebody must really like you, Clark.” She smirked as Clark’s ears burned red. He cast his eyes downward, but he knew she knew.)

But eventually he must have gotten sick of fruit or acquired a compost pile too large for the likes of the city, because eventually he contacted you and suggested the two of you settle this in a more agreeable way: Having a nice dinner and chatting. Even though Clark insisted it was something he’d managed to pull together, the fact that the restaurant was practically bare save for the staff gave you the creeping suspicion that he had called in a favor with Mr. Wayne. You intended on asking Clark if this had been the case (aside from his alter ego, the man was pretty honest about everything else), but first: You had to talk about the fight that happened so long ago.

It was by no intention (at least, not of your own) that the discussion would diverge into other topics, which then turned into conversations all a world of their own. Things like how different Metropolis was from Gotham. Or your respective personal lives when not saving the world or writing for a flimsy paper or being a billionaire’s second righthand. Or favorite dishes to cook. Or favorite past times. By the time the night was over, you’d forgotten what the two of you had come together for in the first place.

Fast forward to now, when the two of you are a couple. You still think he’s a dorkish sweetheart, but really only when he’s in civilian mode. This is because you’ve since come to know Clark as being far more multidimensional than the stereotypical, sheepish lad he sells himself as. You respect his sacrificing attitude, nerve-wrecking as it can often be. It’s interesting how a man can seem so ideal yet struggle so much with the weight of what his abilities carry, and he lets you know about that weight often enough. He wants to be the best hero he can, but that’s just plain impossible. Nevertheless, he tries and sometimes he pushes himself too far in the attempts. He needs a lot more comfort and validation than he lets in on, of which you are glad to provide.

Clark is quite glad to learn that being ambitious wasn’t just a trait you wore for your time undercover – it was something that you had arrived in Metropolis with, and one that you carried out in everything you did no matter how big or small. Let’s be real, Clark’s always admired a go-getter, so it’s no surprise that that is perhaps the trait he’s most excited about seeing in you. He admires your openness to carrying out tasks, something of which he can’t quite do as often as he’d like due to who and what he is. However, he’s more than happy to support you because you’re his biggest cheerleader and have faith in him. Going off of this, he also appreciates your loyalty. It’s an impassioned sort, assisted by the aforementioned sense of dedication you display. Once your mind is made up, it would take either a lot or your own self to actually sway you off the course you’d set. No wonder he was able to buy you as a genuine journalist for so long!

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?: Given that he’s far less hostile towards Clark post-fight, Bruce doesn’t feel nearly as threatened about the relationship as he probably could’ve been. Of course, he’s still put off by it: He hadn’t expected his spy to come back dating the very man he’d been afraid of all these years. However, given that he’s grown to trust Clark as a person, all Bruce can do is sigh heavily and just let things happen. The both of you are grown-ups, he trusts nothing weird is going to happen.

“Besides,” he resigns, “at least the guy can protect you if need be.” Damn right he could.

Neither of you get the chance to even tell Lois before she figures it out (the woman isn’t an award-winning investigative journalist for nothing). Honestly, she thought the two of you had been dating long before you actually began (“I thought that the fruit baskets were little tokens of affection after the fifth week of it happening,” she said). However, she is quick to regard the relationship as something straight out of a cheesy romance novel and she’s absolutely living for it.

“Enemies-turned-lovers – god, can Clark ever be a part of something not cliché?” she giggles into her morning coffee the day she figures out the situation. Suffice to say she’s at least glad that the man is actually interacting with more people on a regular basis than just her. On that note, the League also soon finds out (because let’s be real, Diana could either see it in Clark’s features, or Bruce blabbed about it). With the exception of Bruce (who is exasperated about it), the League is predominately neutral regarding the relationship. Actually, scratch that: Barry bluntly comments about how strange the union is because “didn’t [Clark] almost die because of the information [you] got on [him]?” He doesn’t mean to come off in any negative kind of way, it just perplexes him at first. However, given that he and Clark are “speed buddies” and therefore share kindred, sprinted spirits, he trusts Clark’s decision and is happy for him.

When you finally videochat your family so they can finally lay their eyes on your boyfriend, you have to pray to whatever god is out there that the camera feed is too grainy for them to make out Clark’s features too well. When your sibling commented on how Clark looks vaguely familiar, your stomach took a plunge into your bowls. Thankfully, Clark was able to play it off as a joke about how he just has “basic white guy face.” It manages to get a chuckle out of your family. All in all, they think you’ve found yourself a “fine young man.” It’s your friends, however, you struggle the most with. It’s not that they disapprove of the relationship – far from it, in fact – it’s just that with them being physically present and far more social media savvy, it’s harder to keep them from recognizing Clark as the controversial Kryptonian. As a result, Clark kept his almost sheepish workplace demeanor, adding fuel to the image by always opting to wear clothes that are just unflattering to his figure. Nothing godawful, but definitely nothing to indicate at the 6’1” mass of pure muscle that he really was.

No neither side’s surprise, they bought it. Mainly because Clark was naturally very likable. Your friends boldly praise Clark for being “a rare breed of man”, and you for managing to snag him. It’s when they ask you guys how you met, however, that things had to be fudged a bit. As far as they know, you two met while he was interviewing you for a piece that wound up getting cancelled. You’re pretty sure they wouldn’t be able to handle learning you’re involved with espionage, much less that it was the reason you are now dating Superman.

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?: While both you and Clark are go-getters, it’s really only in your own respective rights. For example, it’s in his nature to present it as tamer. He works in ways that, at their core, are meant to minimize damages to the best of his ability. (Whether or not this actually plays out, of course, depends on the circumstances.) This isn’t to say that you’re necessarily rambunctious but being that you were trained under and employed by a man with an “any means necessary” point of view, it’s easy to sometimes let your ambitions get the better of you. You both are also skilled in the ways of being elusive, with it being in your job description by the nature of the job, and with it being a necessity for him to be able to be Superman and Clark separately.

What is their favorite aspect of each other?: Even from day one, with what little you knew or cared about Clark, you had to admit: You admired his kindly nature. Depressing as it was to say, it just wasn’t a common thing to find in people, much less the men hardened by urban living. And your job and all its accompaniments hadn’t necessarily convinced you otherwise – you were just so used to seeing and reporting horrible, dark things about seemingly nice people that you had lost quite a bit of hope by the time Clark had rolled around. In fact, you honestly didn’t really by his willingness to help or his politeness – at first. But once he proved that everything about his efforts was genuine, you couldn’t help but admire those traits. A little too much so, in your initial opinion.

Part of you even questioned your own reliability, that maybe you took small, normal instances of him being a decent human and exaggerated them to godlike status to make your eventual romantic relationship with him more justifiable. But ultimately you clung to it: The universe was offering you a walking piece of Heaven, who were you to truly deny yourself that? Of course, it sometimes exhausted you to see him try to fulfill expectations that weren’t even necessarily there (especially with his Clark Kent alias), but more on that later. In healthy doses, his unselfishness was his strongest point.

Having been raised in a farming community, Clark grew up appreciating the value of working hard to get results. This has since bled into the real world where go-getters tend to gain some bit of admiration within him, especially those who use their determination to see a job through to a greater good. Granted, the situations wherein you tended to use this trait of yours are a bit controversial: Espionage, for all intents and purposes, was a shady business to get into, especially since his first awareness of your involvement in it required you to be a mole and feed your employer information, of which subsequently got Clark’s ass kicked. But you win some brownie points when he gets to observe that same diligence in you outside of work. If you set your sights on a project or something you wish to acquire, you’re going to see it through, from getting a recipe for a stay-in date night down, to attempting to fix the dryer despite knowing very little about handyman-ship.

Suffice to say, godly being loves a trier.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?: It may seem cold, but you hate that Clark blames himself for not being able to stop anything and everything. It’s ridiculous. He may be “godlike” to the eyes of many, but that doesn’t make him God, much less suggest that even God helps everybody. He just needs to accept to the vest of is ability that there are some (and by some, you mean plenty) of things he can’t do. That’s what makes him human. He doesn’t … take this bluntness too well. Yes, he knows you’re right, but the delivery of this type of sensitive subject doesn’t always flow sweetly through your lips. And that’s what he doesn’t like.

Your concern for his self-validation doesn’t always translate as being from a place of good intentions, unfortunately. Sometimes you just come off as cold and cruel. And that is probably when he dislikes from you: That despite being a very caring person, you seem to be a little more detached compared to him. You’re more so about people rather than for people, whereas he has built himself up as a figure for people and about people. As a result, he sometimes feels beside himself, thinking that your aloof nature shouldn’t be excused by what you’ve experienced and that it only contributes to a bigger problem as a whole.

The truth of the matter is that while both sides have valid arguments, the delivery of such concerns – especially when in the heat of an argument – can result in ill delivery of either impression.

The words “martyr syndrome”, “ridiculous”, “cold”, and “selfish” are likely to be thrown about until you either storm off or he practically blasts out of the apartment before he accidentally lasers the kitchen counter out of rage.

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?: Cool down time is especially important in a situation wherein one member of the couple is capable of accidentally setting off a very dangerous super power when enraged. Clark would never hurt you, mind you; even when frustrated with you, he would never wish you ill in spite of what he may imply when blinded by anger. However, you make him pretty vulnerable, mind you. And sometimes, that vulnerability may mess with his ability to focus on trying not to smash a balled fist against the coffee table and turning it into toothpicks upon impact. And while you may not be anywhere near that strong or gifted with abilities that would allow you to destroy things with the same capacity, you still have plenty of anger to simmer down from.

Screaming into a pillow usually only does so much (mostly just making your throat and head hurt), so more often than not you’ll try to nap away the pain. If you manage to wake up before Clark comes back, there’s a slight chance you’ll be in a better mood. Maybe not a perfect one, but you’ve at the very least calmed down a bit. Depending on the situation, you may have even accepted that you can’t stay mad forever, let alone with him, and you want to just end this silly dispute and make peace. You wait up for him to return which, in itself, is a feat considering that his abilities allow him to literally travel all over the world in record time – which he has done in some cases under the duress of an argument. If you stay up for hours, even into the blooming light of the rising sun, he won’t even try to talk with you when he returns – he’ll just usher you back to bed and quietly say you’ll talk when you’re both well-rested.

When that time eventually comes, the keyword here is “softer.” Speak what you mean in softer language. Don’t sugarcoat it, but there’s definitely a better way to state your claim than, “Shit happens everywhere in the world, it’s not your job or even your ability to clean it all up, nor should you kick your own ass about it.” Clark will be patient and let you tell your side, nodding or furrowing his brows at certain comments, before telling his own side of the situation regarding himself. Then, when you’re ready, he’ll confide in you (in softer terms) his worry that you’re being too indifferent about the current state of the world and his place in them. He understands you don’t mean to come off in such a way, but it just concerns him that you’ve really given up on everything.

Of course, you haven’t. You just felt it was easier to cope with everything this way. He understands. Just like deep down, you understand that your beloved boyfriend just wants to bring to the world more peace than there was before he came. Neither part may necessarily agree with the others’ methods or how it may impact them (making you cold, making him filled with anxiety), but the most that you can do is be there for one another. Offer each other support and love and keep as much of a balance as possible. Because in the end, you keep him grounded and Clark lifts you up.

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?: It’s hard to place where or even what vacationing with Clark would look like to be honest. Given who Clark is, he can’t always just up and decide to take a break. At least, that’s what he convinces himself. And it drives you absolutely nuts! Once Lois and Diana catch wind of this, they’re on Clark’s back like college students on free food, scolding him for “neglecting his boyfriend duties.” He only really gives in after Diana’s fifty-fifth insistence that the League can handle things in his absence. However, it then becomes a matter of where to go.

Given his abilities, he can and has easily traveled to other countries in very little time with few to no difficulties. But since he more often than not is not there to take in the scenery or culture, this makes it only a bit easier. However, you insist that on vacation he ought to act a little more normal so that he can get the full experience. This means you have to choose a vacation destination wisely, otherwise y’all have wasted money. Generally speaking, Clark’s nervousness about being too far from Metropolis is likely going to affect how far the two of you go at first, never mind how easy it would be for him to just fly back if the League truly did need him. However, enough nudging can result in a trip a little further from Metropolis than Clark would have expected to be besides Smallville.

He finds that he likes Yosemite Park. Not so much the crowds it tends to draw, but definitely the hiking trails and the potential picnics that could be had further away from the screeches of children and bellowing of their frustrated parents. Plus, his abilities make going further inward and elsewhere all the more easy, with getting lost or having to escape potentially dangerous animals being a thing of the past when Clark can easily fly above the treetops and back toward civilization if need be. Of course, he still tries to avoid being cocky and to keep his wits about him, but for the most part, Clark finds himself enjoying the vacation. Once he’s gotten through his hesitancies and potential guilt about relaxing, he practically collapses into a puddle of released stresses, his head warming your lap as the two of you enjoy the gentle breeze of the little patch of forest you decided to spend your little picnic for two in.

He dreadfully misses it when it comes time for him to resume his jobs as both a reporter and as guardian of Metropolis (and, furthermore, the world).

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time

The world was strange, and Clark wasn’t sure how much right he had to conclude that for himself. Because, on one hand, he was a flying, laser-shooting alien with unparalleled strength. But on the other, he was involved with a team composed of two technical demigods (both whose people were thought to be myths), a cyborg revived from the brink of death by a box, and a man fast enough to phase through solid material with just the proper amount of focus. This went without mentioning the fact that his enemy-turned friend was a billionaire who’d been dressing like a bat for the last three decades but, all things considered, that was arguably normal by comparison.

But, with the exception of Victor, you never would’ve assumed such oddities about any of them. Not at first glance at least. But that was the point: The world could only handle so much strangeness before people became too opposed to it for it to carry on. Which was why it made Clark a little more than on edge when things around Metropolis started to seem a little … odd.

It started off with little things: Black marks appearing in alleyways, cracking and booming noises often occurring before or after. “Not unlike thunderclaps,” witnesses would later say. TVs and other electrical devices going wonky or even outright snapping out of life. Fuse boxes would be blackened, the areas around them sometimes scorched. But the electric companies couldn’t find anything about the equipment that would suggest sabotage; and inspectors on the case found little to nothing that could suffice as evidence that there was purposeful vandalism. And with all the more obvious surveillance cameras damaged before any footage could be captured, there was only so much to go on. There was little rhyme or reason indicating a pattern to which areas got struck besides the fact that they tended to be in wealthier areas, but considering much of Metropolis was inhabited by the upper-class, it was nearly a moot note so the likelihood of a successful stakeout was remarkably slim – if performed by the average cop.

Bruce wasn’t a cop. But he also wasn’t the average detective. It had taken some time and a lot of surveillance, coupled with Lois’ own findings done on her own time, but by the end of a month and a half, they were pretty certain they had found their culprit. All that was left was to have Clark find them and bring them in, hopefully to join the League.

Why Clark?

“Pretty sure that if you get electrocuted, you’ll just register it as a tickle,” Bruce admitted. Blunt, but fair.

Still, Clark couldn’t help but think as he scouted the skies one night, maybe the rich guy who has plenty of time the next day to rest might want to go searching in the middle of the night?

But there was no use in arguing, much less at this point. Though some small part of him wish he’d put up a bit more of a fight beforehand. Normally, Clark was glad to have found the city experiencing little to no issues, especially at night. However, considering the added weight of expectations placed on this particular outing, there he couldn’t help but hold a little bit of anticipation in him –

VwwmmmmmpapapapKRACK.

It was faint, being in the distance, but it was nothing his hearing couldn’t register: The sound of fuse tampering and popping out of life. There, some odd three miles away: There was a glow swelling and slightly throbbing with diminishing power, crawling out of an alleyway into the night air.

Well, Clark thought somewhat optimistically. At least I won’t have to track them down based on looks alone …

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Moving to Metropolis was supposed to be the start of something new. Something good and new, specifically. Not getting into a freak accident involving a weird, unnatural-looking cloud appearing just as you were checking out your apartment’s fuse box and waking up months later from a comatose state. That alone should have been enough of a cue that things weren’t going to go your way.

But, oh, it didn’t stop there. It would’ve been fine to have stopped when a majority of your clothes would stick to you regardless of the fashion; that was bearable. But it went on: From your phone exploding in your touch to your electronics following suit. It didn’t stop when the electricity in your building flickered with your rage; nor did it stop when, on a fearful whim, you attempted to summon as much voltage from as many transformers in a three-block radius as possible – and succeeded. Well, that is, before your attempts to return the acquired energy resulted in their sources exploding. You weren’t trying that again.

Not until you had a better grasp of it all… . But god, why was it all so dam hard to grasp?

You’d though it be best to practice in the richer parts of town – the electric company would be in a far bigger hurry to bring them their power back, the absolute bastards. But with how many generators and the like you were destroying, you were running out of practice space.

You groaned as you watched the circuit box before you begin to putter out of use.

“Greeeeat, (Y/N),” you told yourself. “You finally begin to get the hang of putting shit back where it came, you get a little too excited, and blam-o.” The all too familiar feeling of disappointment developed a sigh in you; you had long since passed feeling anxious about the destruction of property, and you knew you could do no good by trying to fix it. All you could do now was leave the scene, pretend to sleep peacefully, and try to figure out where to go next.

It had been nearly two months since you started your high-voltage, highly dangerous practicing; surely by now the cops were on to you, what with most of your “victims” being people of note. Logic said to shake them off your trail by moving to a type of location they wouldn’t have seen comic. But … that meant going to lower-income neighborhoods. And as much as you wanted to figure out how to stop blowing up electronics by touch, you really weren’t comfortable with doing it at the expense of those who needed the help more.

“Good evening,” came a voice, yanking you out of your nervous thoughts. It had taken your brain a moment to register it, but you could’ve sworn it came come from the sky: A type of voice dashing heroes in old movies would use; heroes with big, strong chins.

Superman did, of course, have such a feature on him, you came to find. But as he descending from the sky, into the alley (thus blocking your way out), you were forced to consider that every feature he had appeared to be big and strong: His towering height, his bulging muscles that the suit made no effort to hide, his … hands that would most definitely kill you if he so much as poked you with one finger.

That last thought alone, even in a hypothetical sense, was all it took for your fight or flight senses to kick in, your hands suddenly flying up in defense with fizzles of what electricity you’d collected springing in your palms.

Superman, however, did not flinch. He barely even regarded your sparkling, trembling hands (which did nothing for your confidence, both in your abilities and in your chances of getting out of this unmaimed).

“You don’t want to do that,” Superman stated. Simple as that. And he was right: You really didn’t want to have to “fight” him. But what else could you do?

On Clark’s own end, he could just feel the anxiety radiating off of you. He didn’t even have to listen for your heartbeat thundering in your chest. Honestly, though he hated to admit it, looking at you reminded him of seeing small, scared animals back in Smallville. Rabbits and mice found scittering about on the farm to be more specific.

On one hand, he was just glad you weren’t some hyper-powered hooligan willing to throw a punch in a fight they weren’t ready for. But on the other, he felt a little bad scaring you like this. It was probably best if he didn’t near you. For now.

“It’s okay,” he offered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You sighed and lowered your hands, your pitiful static fizzling to a halt. “Look,” you said quietly, “I promise I’ll go away. I’ll switch towns! I swear!”

At this, the man furrowed his brows. “I’m afraid that can’t happen …” Your heart plummeted before being slingshotted back into a revived desire to plea and flee.

“I swear, okay! Nobody was supposed to get hurt!” you insisted. “I don’t think anybody even really got hurt, per se … Just inconvenienced. But I promise, it won’t happen again – ” In the midst of your rambling, Superman took a step towards you. It was a simple movement, all things considered, but for you, in this moment of high stress, it might as well have been an outright threat. You couldn’t stop yourself from releasing a pathetic yelp, nearly stepping all over your own feet to take a few steps back.

Crap, Clark cursed. Okay, clearly acting serious and stern was helping nobody. At this point, you were probably going to run in the opposite direction and smack your skull against the dead end of the alleyway. To hell with this.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he suddenly said. He raised his hands in a weak attempt to show his change of demeanor. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” You had to admit, even in your moment of fear, the sudden shift in tone was not lost on you.

He still had hints of old school hero in his voice, but now there was something … more? It was hard to place (especially in your current jumpy state), but you were just able enough to pick out nodes of what his voice now held: Sunshine; apples; the type of voice a sweet man running a humble little bookstore or fruit stand might have.

It had to have been a trap. You weren’t one to disapprove of Superman, given all that he’s done, but being on the other side of him just wasn’t doing much for your ability to think straight. And Clark could sense it.

“Hey,” he tried again. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” You blinked, a brow slowly beginning to raise. “We – I’ve been looking for you, per a friend’s request, and – ” No sooner had he said it, Clark regretted it. The look of resumed discomfort of your face made him really acknowledge that.

“ ‘Friend’?” you demanded. “Who the hell is your friend? What do you want?!”

Oh, geez.

“Listen, please, remain calm!” Clark pleaded. To him, in that moment, he’d thought he’d been sounding gentle enough. But as the nearby streetlights began to flicker, he knew better.

Once again, regret: If there was anything he’d learned working with Lois and Bruce, it was that telling someone on the verge of panic or in the midst of complete frustration to “calm down” in any sense was a bad, bad, bad idea. Saying so to a person who had powers, controlled or not, however? Absolutely terrible idea.

While your previous attempt at intimidation by way of summoning electricity had done little to impress Clark, he had to admit: You were a bit better at it now. The more the streetlights blinked, the more streams of electronic light appeared to gather towards you, specifically in your palms and feet.

“Look, buddy,” you hissed. “I’ve been dealing with a lot of crap leading up to this. I moved to a new city. I got goddamn electrocuted into a coma – ” At this point, Clark couldn’t help but notice thin streaks of static begin to make a beeline towards your eyes. Not promising, if his experience had told him so.

You gritted your teeth, increasingly glowing eyes narrowing. “Then! I wake up to these – these stupid, stupid powers! Powers I don’t have the first fucking clue of how to control. But do you see me running around, actively trying to kill people like every other goddamn psycho in this ‘city of tomorrow’? No! I’ve had to figure all this crap out on. My. Own.” The brights of your eyes increased, simultaneously illuminating the growing rage of your expression while also blinding Clark to being able to make it out in the first place.

At your feet, small currents began to sizzle against the crackling pavement. You were no longer trying to back away: You took a step forward, and it definitely made Clark feel worry.

“Could I have done it differently? Sure. Maybe. But don’t forget, Flyboy: I could’ve been so. Much. Worse!” Clark could hear the tingling rattle of lightbulbs struggling within the streetlights, trying to retain whatever power they could.

“I – ” But Clark was cut off.

“And you,” you growled, “have the audacity … To tell me to calm DOWN?!” In that moment, three things happened in the following order:

The first had been that your eyes, filled with so much fury, could no longer remain squinted; they widened, revealing themselves to be entirely white with pure energy at this point. The second thing appeared to be connected with the sudden snapping, due to it being how any lightbulb in a streetlight or artsy lamp within a three-block radius became overwhelmed – too overwhelmed to maintain proper form, in fact. They popped and shattered, leaving bits of glass to tumble to the streets below.

The third instance, however, had nothing to do with your powers: It was just Clark, getting a word in.

“I get it,” he said. Had there been any lightbulbs left, they might have shattered as well in sync with the snarl you gave the man.

“Quit lying!” you demanded. The wave of volts began to ripple all the more erratically. But Clark held his ground.

“I’m not lying,” he swore. He even placed one hand to his heart, the other upright. “Scout’s honor.” Unfortunately for him, the sincerity of a Boy Scout appeared to mean little to you. He went on, “I didn’t always have control of my powers. I didn’t have anyone to help me figure them out; I had to wing it!” You raised a bemused brow in reaction.

Okay … Clark thought. It’s … better than the glare, I guess? He swallowed. Dare to try one last time before things potentially get yucky?

“That’s, uh, actually why I’ve … come to find you,” he stated. “The friend? I swear he’s a good man. A little rough around the edges, but – ”

“You’re not helping your case,” you snapped.

“I’m a part of a sort of group, there’s people like you and me, and we think it’d be best if you joined – er, if you wanted to.”

“Ah. So, you want to basically make me into a weapon?”

“Nonononono, not that at all. I swear. It’s just – Look, even if you don’t want to join,” Clark bit his lip, “we could at least potentially find a way to help you get those powers under control so that you won’t keep breaking stuff.” A beat passed. “Well,” he shrugged, “it’s more like my friend will. He’s good with science and can definitely provide the right materials.”

To his credit, Clark did begin to notice an apparent lapse in the energy you were emitting. It was hard for the average eye to properly compute it but for him, the change was definitely there.

On your own end, you had to admit: The temptation was definitely lingering through his words. But then, perhaps you were just desperate and overwhelmed and looking for an out in this entire situation. But something still very much bothered you.

“How can I know I can trust you?” you asked, brow completely scrunched with uncertainty. The entire situation considered, it was still a bit of a shocker for one to not entirely trust the great and beloved Superman’s words. And, judging by his stumbling, it wasn’t a scenario he had been prepared to answer right on the spot.

“Uh – Becaaauussseee …” Another thing Clark had learned working with Lois and Perry Mason: The longer you stammer and search for answers, the less legit your word comes cross. His mind scrambled for something, anything that would win your favor over. But, in the end, there was only one thing that stood out. And, for the first time completely since landing in that alley, Clark felt just as nervous as you had.

“My … name …” He inhaled deeply, trying his best not to exhale chill winds. “My name … is Clark Kent. I work with The Daily Planet.”

You blinked. “… Pardon?” The voltage at your feet dampened.

Clark continued, “I’m a Kryptonian refugee, but I was raised here on Earth. The friend who sent me here is – ” He stopped himself short before deciding that Bruce could kick his ass about this later. “It’s Bruce Wayne.”

“Bruce Wayne?!” you interjected. Part of you wanted to call crap but the other part of you had to remember that the man in front of you was claiming to be a humanoid alien who worked at the local newspaper; who’s to say he really wasn’t acquainted with the rich guy across the bay? Judging by the hint of smile this Clark Kent guy let slip, you … honestly couldn’t bring yourself to really disbelieve him. The static at your fingertips dribbled into your palms before shrinking away.

“Yeah, uh … It’s a bit of a story,” Clark claimed, a bit of sheepishness in his voice.

The shift from mostly illuminated to just barely lit by the light of the moon was sudden and startling. But for Clark, it was a good thing. The ground immediately beneath you had been blackened by your doing, but you otherwise appeared perfectly fine, if a bit curious.

“Got proof?” you asked.

“I mean, I gave you my secret identity – that’s pretty trusting if I do say so myself,” Clark pointed out. As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. And you were getting awfully tired. In fact …

In that moment, you had realized something: That was about the most power and damage you’d caused ever since getting these powers in one fell swoop. You were a little impressed. But you were also plenty concerned. Sure, you’d meant to be threatening in the moment, but the fact still remained: If the only other person around hadn’t been Superman, how easily could you have actually harmed another person in your moment of anger? The second you attempted to truly ponder it, a shudder threatened to ripple through your body; you did not enjoy considering those odds.

But how long until you got so pissed off that you pulled another one of those? How long until you actually did cause harm? That thought was even worse …

“Are you positive?” you mumbled, causing Clark to cock his head by an inch.

“I’m sorry?” he questioned.

You looked him dead in the eye and dared him to lie: “Are you positive you guys can, like, help me control my powers?” The smile he gave you alone would have been enough to convince you.

“We’ve trained with literal scientific anomalies and legends, Miss. I can assure you: You’re in good company with us.” The sweet, honey warmness of his voice did everything to calm the well of fear and guilt within you. It was more than enough.

“Okay,” you said with finality.

“Okay?”

“Mhm. Let’s do this.” Almost instantly, however, you raised your fingers to draw a point. “But I’m not fighting or anything. Just so we’re clear. I’m just coming along to get my groove in order, so tell your ‘friend’, Bruce Wayne, alright?”

The man didn’t even try to hide a chuckle at your stance. You were going to be just fine, he’d decided. And you? Well … the jury was still out on whether or not this was where your move to Metropolis would finally turn into a good, new thing.

#i had to repost because the original’s format was terrible on the app #regrettablewritings #hopefully this one is better...#clark kent x reader #clark kent imagines #clark kent imagine #clark kent headcanon #clark kent headcanons #superman imagine #superman imagines #superman x reader #dceu headcanons #dceu imagines

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Hallway to Heaven

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3.6K approx.

Notes: Don’t ask. I don’t have any answers; not for the lame title, or the lame fic! But I hope you enjoy some sunshine boy anyway!

Based off this prompt.

You’re walking back to dorm, wrinkling your nose at the general stuffiness of your hallway and regretting being pro-education—you know, the usual—when you see him. To be fair, he’s sitting right across your door, laptop perched on his knees, and his earbuds half in.

You don’t have much of a reaction, save for a slow blink and a squint. And, honestly, it’s not your fault; it’s literally 9 in the morning and the only slot for the class you wanted was at 8—circumstance hated you, basically.

“Um,” You say, and he doesn’t look up, clearly engrossed in his work, “Uh, excuse me?”

And that’s when he looks up and you’re taken aback, for a brief moment, by his literal perfection. No, there are no other words. Just perfection condensed in a human body. His features are soft, unlined, and the corners of his lips seem permanently tipped upwards; his eyes crinkle like they’re made for it, and you realize he must smile a lot.

Smiling is good. It’s pretty. He’s pretty but that’s irrelevant.

“Yeah?” He smiles cheerfully at you, and you wonder how on earth such a lovely-looking human could possibly bear the taint of this ugly hallway, “How can I help you?”

“Is everything alright?” You remember that speaking is a thing you do, much to your surprise. “I mean, did you get locked out or something?”

“No.” He looks carefully at you, making you stiffen imperceptibly. He seems to see something he likes, though, because he just adds, “I’m just chilling.”

He even has an infuriating little smile on his lips again. You don’t ever want to see anything else.

Before you can actually make a fool of yourself, you decide it’s time to abort mission. Gracing him with an awkward grin, you turn around, fishing your keycard from your pocket.

“Oh, you live here?” His mouth is open wide, and you tense, before half-nodding at him with a tight smile. “Oh my god, how did I never realize?”

Eyes warm, he adds, “I’m Jung Yoonoh — you can call me Jaehyun! It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m ________.” You say, albeit shyly because what is happening, how are you interacting with this literal Adonis. “It’s… nice to meet you too.”

As you open the door, Jaehyun chuckles softly.

“I’ll see you around, then.” He says, with a strange finality, and you make a noise of agreement, before waving at him and slamming the door shut behind you.

Once you’ve done that, though, you sink to the ground and pull at your hair.

“Really?” You berate yourself furiously, “This is how you react to a hot guy? Idiot!”

You spend a couple more moments wallowing in pain on the ground, before finally getting up and trudging to the kitchen. A little comfort food wouldn’t hurt.

You see him again in exactly two days. You weren’t counting, no, obviously not and to think otherwise would be… blasphemous. Obviously.

Except, it’s not exactly how you envisioned it to be. You might’ve expected something more picturesque, straight out of a movie like—oh, you don’t know—seeing each other in class, or at a college event, or even at that coffee shop you frequently frequent and, oh dear, you’re getting off track here—

Alright, so you basically assumed, incorrectly, that there’d be a nice little meet-cute. It doesn’t happen that way, though. Why? Because, the next time you see him, Jaehyun’s back on the ground, typing away at his laptop again. You briefly wonder what he’s working on so intently, but quickly forget the thought.

Against your better judgment, however, you don’t ignore him.

“Why’re you outside again?” You ask bluntly, before realizing with a start that it sounds so incredibly rude, ugh idiot. “I-I mean—”

“It’s nice to see you too, ________.” Jaehyun’s tone is warm and—honestly, all of him seems to be warm. Jaehyun is the warmth, the gently crackling fire that comforts you in the cold. Damn, you’re getting poetic. “And I’m alright, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I – yeah.” You duck your head, cheeks beginning to flush, “I was just… you know, wondering why you’re outside again?”

“I’m just chilling.” He grins, dimples showing, and doesn’t that sound familiar? You don’t notice your brows creasing in worry until he says, softly, “Hey. Seriously, everything’s fine.”

And there’s just something so intimate about the way he says it, even though the two of you’ve only met a total of two times in your life. Your breath hitches, and you don’t even know why.

“If… you’re sure?” You ask, more than say, and Jaehyun doesn’t lose the smile. “Do you not want to—”

“Oh.” He quickly loses the smile, and you freeze at the sudden aloofness of his voice. “I mean, thanks, ________, but I’d rather not.”

“If you’re positive.” You say dubiously, and he nods assuredly.

“Do you invite all random strangers to your house?” He jokes, obviously trying to lessen the sudden tension that’s built up, and you shrug, feeling rather self-conscious.

Quickly jabbing your code into the door lock, you take in a deep breath and, with all the confidence you can muster up, say, “Only the gorgeous ones.”

You literally can’t close the door any faster; though, not before you see his eyes grow wide, and hints of pink color his cheeks.

Also, you now hope you never meet each other again. This is way too embarrassing.

Unfortunately, you do run into him for a third time. And a fourth. And a fifth. Until it’s become regular for you, finding him slumped to the ground every other day with that same laptop dangling off his lap. By the fourteenth or fifteenth time—you’ve honestly lost count—you finally muster the courage to sit alongside him with your own books out.

He blinks at you in surprise when you settle against the wall, across from him.

“What’re you doing?” His eyebrows are scrunched together cutely, and you’d lose your shit over it if it weren’t for the fact that you can’t believe you’re actually doing this. You brave martyr, you. “________?”

You give him what you hope is a private smile.

“Just chilling.” You answer, startling a laugh out of him—and it’s as gorgeous as the rest of him. It’s like Jaehyun’s the sun, and you’re just one of many planets, caught in his web.

“Oh my god, that was a good one.” He giggles a little more, setting his laptop aside.

“Well, you literally say that to me every time we see each other.” You fail to keep the smirk off your lips, “I couldn’t not say it.”

Your eyes meet, before his gaze lowers to your lips. They tingle at the attention, so you wet them nervously, watching as something in his eyes darkens. Heart hammering against your chest, you wonder what’s going through his head—

“You’ve got a point.” He tears his gaze away, and the atmosphere lightens up, just like that. “Smart.”

“I… try.” You manage to grit out, voice dry. “So, what’re you working on?”

He winks at you, and you swear your heart stops. “It’s a secret.”

“Oh, is it?” You raise an eyebrow, earlier disappointment overshadowed by excitement because banter’s good, banter’s fun. “Well, that sucks.”

“Does it?” He mimics you, making you mock scowl at him, “Well, I’d ask you what you’re up to, but I can see the cover. Hemingway, huh?”

Your cheeks grow warm.

“It’s required reading.” You mutter, flipping a page even though you haven’t read anything, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!” He defends, before shrugging at you with a helpless little smile, “He’s a good writer, though.”

“You read this?” You hold up the offending item, making him shake in silent laughter.

“No!” He exclaims, “He’s not really my type, I’m afraid.”

“Oh my god.” You sigh, “Of course I choose the company of a dork.”

“Hey, you’re as much of a dork as I am.” Jaehyun points out, not even offended. “What was it you said?”

Oh no—

“Support bacteria because they’re the only culture people have?”

“Okay, first of all, I was just having a bad day.” You groan, “Secondly, how on earth do you still remember that?”

“It still makes no sense.” Jaehyun counters smoothly, “Plus, you said that when I asked you how lunch went, so… it was pretty random.”

“Ugh.” You actually say, making him snort. “I’m going to read words now, so don’t bother me. Or do. I don’t mind either way.”

Jaehyun just shakes his head at you, dimples still showing. They’re your favorite.

“Whatever you say.”

It continues that way through the rest of your semester. You always stop by and—out of habit—ask him what’s wrong. He always answers the same way; just chilling. You’re not sure if you believe him, but you don’t question it, hanging onto whatever it is that the two of you share. Sometimes, you sit down with him and give him company; other times, you’re busy, so you just give him a quick wave and a couple of sentences.

You’ve also taken to giving him a couple of snacks to keep him busy which is… probably not normal, but he doesn’t seem to be complaining, so neither are you, by default.

It’s something that’s nice, comfortable, routine… and you’d loathe to see it go.

“Mom! Dad!” You greet enthusiastically, getting swept up into a hug by your tactile family, groaning when you can’t breathe; and no wonder, what with your nose mushed against someone’s skin.

“________! How’s college going?” Your mother wonders, unable to contain her smile, and you find yourself in a similar predicament. Your dad’s just grinning fondly at the two of you, and you feel warm inside. It’s been so long since you’ve last seen them and, honestly? You’ve really missed them.

“It’s pretty good!” You answer affectionately, “I’ve managed to make friends, somehow, so that’s taken care of.”

“What do you mean somehow?” Your dad rolls his eyes good-naturedly at you, “You’ve always made friends, stop overreacting.”

“That is literally my middle name.” You say dryly as you start towards your dorms, beckoning them to follow you, “What’re you talking about, trying to strip me of my identity?”

“Uh, isn’t your middle name really—?” Your mom starts teasingly, and you yelp, slapping your hands over your ears.

“LET’S GO!” You cry, though you can’t help your smile amidst their chortles. Sometimes, they really love to embarrass you, and you can’t even be mad about it. Goddamn it.

You quickly lose track of how far you’ve walked, through the small talk, till you reach your hallway and have the reflex of scrunching up your nose.

“Really, it doesn’t smell that bad.” Your dad says in surprise, your mother humming in agreement. “The way you described it, it sounded like hell on earth.”

“You guys can’t smell.” You declare, shaking your head and walking a couple paces faster, ahead of them. “I don’t know you anymore.”

Caught up in this, you almost miss Jaehyun sitting, slumped against the wall again. Except, this time, you come to a screeching halt.

He looks… like a mess. He is the literal definition of it; hair mussed, dressed in just his boxers and a suit jacket—with no shirt. Your eyes are blessed by his toned stomach, but you rip your eyes away from the tantalizing sight of soft skin, focusing more on his face. Which also looks terrible, by the way, all bloodshot eyes and slow-forming eye bags.

“…Jaehyun?” You ask hesitantly, and he blinks languidly up at you. “Are you alright?”

He stares up at you for a bit, and your skin almost crawls with worry.

“Nothing, babe, don’t worry about it.” He mumbles sleepily, head lolling a little. Your breath’s shot, punched from your lungs because what did he just call you?

“________?” Your mom says slowly, and you turn to her with a blush practically igniting your face, “Who is this young man?”

“Uh….” You aren’t sure what to say, because Jaehyun on a regular day might be a great person to introduce to your parents, but this Jaehyun? Not so much. “He stays in the dorm across mine? He’s a friend.”

“I see.” She has an unreadable look on her face, while your dad steps forward, brows furrowed in concern.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you figure you must’ve gotten this concern for beautiful strangers from him. Although, to be honest, Jaehyun’s looking far from his usual self.

“Y-Yeah.” Jaehyun barely looks lucid, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, “Just… chilling.”

“Oh god.” You groan and, when your parents look at you questioningly, you stammer something out unconvincingly and crouch beside him with a quick, embarrassed smile shot their way.

“Hey, can you look at me?” You say quietly, and he does; your alarm grows when you realize his pupils are dilated too. Pressing a hand to his forehead, you gasp in alarm. “Oh my god, he’s burning up!”

“Does he have anyone to take care of him?” Your mom quickly loses her suspicious tone, “A friend or someone?”

“Hey, is your roommate in?” You ask, and he mumbles something out, cheeks flushed. “What?”

He mumbles again, a little louder, and it definitely sounds like a no.

“I’ll just—” You meet their eyes helplessly, and your dad sighs.

“Open the door.” He says resignedly, “I’ll get him inside. College kids.”

The last part was probably not meant to be heard anyway, so you ignore it and quickly jolt up to unlock the door. Somehow, you manage to get the brunette inside and lay him on the couch, and your mom takes to the kitchen.

“Do you have food?” She inquires cautiously, and you groan, gritting out a ‘yes’.

“Seriously, mom, I do eat!” You complain under your breath, as she heats up some water. “Why’re you like this?”

“I’m your parent, that’s how it’s gonna be.” She stares at you with a look of ‘well, duh’ that you can’t form a coherent argument against. “Now, help me.”

So your parents’ visit is spent rather eventfully, with them fretting over a boy they knew next to nothing about. You were panicking the entire time, and it’s only once they’re gone, apartment silent, that you realize why.

Jaehyun’s… come to mean a lot to you. Sure, he’s someone you’ve only met in the hallway, but he’s quickly become a constant. And constants are hard to come by, especially in college. You’ve really come to value him as a friend and, perhaps, something more. Dashing good looks aside, he’s both warm and dorky, wrapped together with a solid wit. A rarity.

He groans from the couch and you sigh tiredly, walking over to him and tucking your extra blankets around him more securely. You’ve already fed him soup too, so it should be okay. Hopefully.

“Seriously, what am I going to do with you?” You sigh, knowing he’s not going to be able to answer. Hesitating, for a brief moment, you can’t stop yourself from quickly leaning down and pecking his pale, clammy cheek. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Scuttling back, half in shock from your sudden boldness, you flee to your bedroom and wrap yourself in your comforter.

He really is making you go insane.

You wake up the next morning to the soft sound of metal clinking. Eyes wide, you roll out of bed, staggering towards the kitchen and find, much to your surprise, Jaehyun hunched over the waffle maker, rubbing his eyes blearily.

“Jaehyun?” You sound out confusedly, just to make sure your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. Why’s he awake and, more importantly, why’s he working?

“Oh!” Jaehyun looks embarrassed, and you take a brief moment to admire how your hoodie fits tight over him. You’re lucky you like bulky clothing, else he would’ve been shirtless and that’s not something you’d be able to bear with a straight face. “Good morning! I figured I’d make you breakfast, y’know, for the whole thing yesterday.”

He even has the gall to look embarrassed.

“You were sick, shut up.” You rub tiredly at your eyes, “Go back to bed or something, I’ll make you your waffles.”

“I can do it, really—!” Jaehyun yelps when you grab his arm, complaining weakly as you frog-march him back to the couch and shove him onto it. “________, really!”

“It’s ass o’clock in the morning, and I’m not in the mood for negotiation.” You yawn, waving a hand at him as you pad back to the kitchen. “Let me do it, and get comfortable.”

He listens to you, which is good because you’d probably lose it otherwise, and you return a while later with a plate of waffles, whipped cream on top.

“I don’t know if you’re supposed to eat this when you’re sick, but whatever.” You say, sitting your butt down on the coffee table across him, “What was going on with you yesterday?”

Jaehyun sighs, excitement over seeing the waffle now absent.

“I don’t know.” He admits, “I was working and everything just…”

He makes a vague hand gesture that you’re probably supposed to understand.

“Right.” You say dubiously, “And your clothes took a vacation?”

He snorts at that, and you lightly swat his thigh, making him gasp with mirth.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was wearing.” His expression turns sheepish, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“My parents saw you.” You find it necessary to point out, and find great delight when his cheeks color. Finally, he gets to be the bashful one.

“I know.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, trying for a smile, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“S’not your fault.” You feel like a prick, and pat his arm, “I’m just glad you’re okay now.”

And he definitely looks much better, skin looking less pale and blotchy, eyes clear. It’s almost relieving to see him back to normal; well, almost, anyway. His skin isn’t glowing like it normally does, but that’s alright.

“Yeah.”

It’s silent for a couple of moments as Jaehyun carefully takes bites of his food, and you stare at your knees. You feel like there’s something that you wanted to ask, but can’t remember what and, oh wait—

“So.” Your lips curl, “Babe, huh?”

“What?” Jaehyun looks confused, making your smirk stretch wider.

“You don’t remember?” You tut disapprovingly, much to his wide-eyed dismay. “You called me babe, yesterday. I’m pretty sure my parents thought we were dating.”

“Oh.” Jaehyun doesn’t look nearly as freaked out as you were expecting, and the lack of reaction is frankly… disappointing.

“That’s it?” You question in disbelief, eyebrows climbing up, “That’s all you have to say?”

Jaehyun smiles listlessly. “Well, what do you want me to say, ________? That I regret it?”

Your eyes grow wide as he takes a deep breath, and catches your gaze head-on. “Because, honestly? I don’t.”

“What?” You don’t mean for it to come out so softly, but it does—it’s a near whisper.

Jaehyun smiles tightly, and it’s so different from what you’re used to that it makes your chest ache.

“I like you.” He confesses, and your heart jumps wildly in your chest. “Honestly, I don’t actually live across from you; I live down the hall, really. Yuta’s my roommate and you usually yell at him, so I noticed you and wanted to talk to you without that bad history hanging over our heads.”

You blink slowly, trying to wrap your head around the sudden influx of information.

“What?” You say again dumbly, and Jaehyun’s eyes turn sad.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, and the actual sorrow in his voice has you snapping out of it.

“No, no, what?” You hurry to explain yourself and, of course, end up blabbering as a result. “Dude, this is… whoa, this is amazing because I really, really like you too, and you’re super pretty and your smile’s gorgeous and you’re funny, and we like the same shows and—”

You cut yourself off, groaning. Jaehyun, at this point, looks a mix between cautiously hopeful and amused.

“I really like you too, okay?” You finally grit out through clenched teeth. “It’s… nice, hanging out with you in the hallway.”

“Romantic, isn’t it?” Jaehyun’s tone sounds light, relieved, and you snort. It’s a little surreal, that this is happening. Are you dreaming? “Can I…”

He’s staring at your lips again, eyes hooded, and you bite your lip, unable to help the heat crawling up your neck.

“Yeah.” You say, breathlessly, “Yeah, yeah, go for it, I—”

Your sentence comes to a stuttering stop when his hand comes up to caress your cheek, and a smile curves his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” He whispers, and he’s moving closer, nose brushing against yours as your lips meet, soft, warm, and careful. It’s chaste, but it’s so Jaehyun that it makes you smile.

“Oh my god.” You pull the table along with you so that you can scoot closer to him, and he laughs, tugging you into his lap instead. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“You better believe it, babe.” He winks cheekily at you, making you groan. “Besides, you were the one to say it; you’re driving me crazy.”

You nearly combust.

written by: midnight!

side note: i’ve come to realize this could’ve taken a more supernatural route, and now i’m mad

#kkreationsnet #kreativewritersnet #jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #nct #nct jaehyun #nct jaehyun fluff #no angst for once!#jung yoonoh #yoonoh fluff #nct fluff #jaehyun is a smol and i want to cuddle him #at the same time he's a piece of shit so #this is difficult #jaehyun imagine

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silver-handed · 6 years

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Keldrin and Nev for the uncommon questions :3c

a a a h i didn’t see this but I’m doing it now and puttin it under a readmore bc that is a lot

Keldrin

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

He can sit still forever if he has work or anything like that to do, but with absolutely nothing to do? I’d say a couple of hours, just people watching if there are others around, otherwise pacing

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

He can get a lil laugh pretty easy, but full on laughter is kinda rare for him now.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Because the fucker never sleeps/goes into his ‘trance’, he can go into it pretty easily whenever he finally does.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

It takes a long while to earn his full trust tbh

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Pretty easy, he doesn’t put trust in people by default. But to get him to never trust you takes something very dumb, or very cruel

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Considering his profession, I’d say he thinks they are very, very flexible

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

The smell of rasberries and woodsmoke always remind him of someone he used to know. He likes it in the moment, it feels warm and lovely, but then he comes back and it just puts a deep pang of sadness and longing in his chest.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Depends on the stage of his childhood, but usually to stop hiding or climbing shit, and start focusing

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

He swears a lot and nah, he thinks he was very very young tho

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

hmmm, something along the lies of “I’ll get you and it will all be okay, I promise.” He knew when he said it that it was a lie, and it bothers him so much

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

One of two ways: presses for more info in the moment, or pretends he understands and then goes and researches it on his own so he does understand in the future

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

He normally rubs up against something if it’s somewhere like his back

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Blacks and navy blues and he looks damn good in them

What animal do they fear most?

A turtle named Lucifer that really, truly, honestly wants to kill him even though he’s done absolutely nothing to it

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

If he has time to rehearse it in his mind then he does, but if he doesn’t then its whatever comes to mind first and then he frets over it and feels dumb forever afterwards

What makes their stomach turn?

Considering his line of work, not a lot really. Anything involving kids or drowning really bothers him, however.

Are they easily embarrassed?

By others? not really. tho every other time he opens his mouth or does something awkward he hates himself for an age.

What embarrasses them?

Misspeaking or messing up something simple he should be really good at. Also sexual stuff doesn’t embarrass him per se, but attraction directed at him from someone he is emotionally into? he’s so fucking awkward

What is their favorite number?

17. It just feels right

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

He’d think about it for a long while before just...laying it bare the way those emotions make him feel, describing it very much in something like levels of warmth he gets from each

Why do they get up in the morning?

Got a guild to run, people to repay (doesn’t matter if they’re alive or not), and pure spite

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

He gets either broody or sometimes slightly passive aggressive, but reels it in pretty quick bc he doesn’t wanna make an ass of himself

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

He gets a lil resentful, but tries to hush up about it

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? .

If it’s personal friends he’s know a while, sure. If its someone he’s going to sleep with but isn’t really into on an emotional level, sure. He’s not comfy speaking about it with anyone else tho, other than a long term partner.

What are their thoughts on marriage?

He’s been married in the past and very much enjoyed it, and he’d not hesitate to marry someone he truly, deeply loved

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Walking or horseback riding. He loves the convenience of teleportation circles but he isn’t big on actually taking them

What causes them to feel dread?

Not hearing back from a member of the guild in time always sets him on edge, and when something bigger is uncovered by something that was supposed to be simple (Mr. Scratch, the painting, etc.)

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

He always wants the truth, lying to him is one surefire way to either make him mad, or make him distrust you

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

He tries to, but feels like he falls short tho he does pretty decent

Who do they most regret meeting?

The previous guild leader, and a couple of ‘friends’ from the past just after he took over that tried to use him

Who are they the most glad to have met?

Alabast, the council, his late wife, his parents, Elizabeth and her parents, the investigators, so so many people that he loves so much

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Not really, he does have a couple of missions from when he was young that he talks about a lot

Could they be considered lazy?

not really, he sometimes zones out and doesn’t work but he’s also...way way to into working and taking care of everything himself

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

This man has never shook a sense of guilt in his lifetime

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

He’s very excited and wants to hear about it!! if he doesn’t understand it then he wants to know more about it

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

He kinda waits for it to fall into his lap, but he also pushes it away due to emotional baggage and fears and personal issues

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

He sometimes makes little sentences out of them, but for the most part its pretty easy for him to remember stuff like that

What memory do they revisit the most often?

The memory of his wedding is high up there, and also the memory of losing his wife and trying to make things right

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Pretty easy, he runs a guild of very flawed people and he just wants to help them

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Very. this man nitpicks all of his own actions and flaws and always worries or puts himself down

How do they feel about children?

he l o v e s babies and kids and always wanted some of his own

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

he kind of feels like he’s sort of already there? he just wants to make the guild as nice and reputable as it can be, and every time good new blood comes in he feels closer to that goal

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

“There are a lot of very attractive people out there and I appreciate each and every one”

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

He’s just...he’s a very wonderful and good man that has had a lot of dark shit happen to him and i just wanna see him develop and interact with people

B) What inspired you to create them?

Ahhhh i just...really really wanted to do something with a thieves guild, and he just sort of sprung up from there?

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

Not really? he sort of fell into place!

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

I went back and forth on a few small things like hair color, but he’s been pretty solid!

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I would love him and die for him and i like to think he’d like me to!

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Pride! he’s a good boy and that he is so loved just makes me very very happy and proud

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

He refuses to take care of himself and always puts others first, even when its to his own detriment. Also, he drinks a lot, but no one has really caught him or called him out on it yet and it doesn’t really affect him too too much bc he doesn’t get drunk on the job very often, but still.

H) What trait do you admire most?

He cares so so much about his people and works so hard to help them

Nev

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

A little while, but not too long. He gets fidgety and anxious and starts tapping his foot n stuff

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Pretty easy! Nev loves to laugh and be merry

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

He does a lot of thinking, and he finds it easy to fall asleep to the sounds of other people talking or the sounds of someone else in the room either doing simple stuff quietly or falling asleep themself

How easy is it to earn their trust?

Easy! be good to him and be part of the guild and boom you’re in

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Pretty hard. He still trusts blake in a way, even tho Blake was an ass to him

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Again, very flexible

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Sunny days in alasain down by the docks remind him of being young and training, and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

When the guild first took him in, before Keldrin took over, he was yelled at a lot to stop crying and start doing what he was told

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

A fair bit, but growing up around criminals means it was when he was very young

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

He remembers telling someone looking for Keldrin that he hadn’t seen him at all, no sir, not been through here, when Keldrin was taking over the guild. It doesn’t haunt him really, he’s quite proud of it

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Questions a lot more than anything

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Like keldrin, rubs up on something, but is more likely to do it in the open

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Browns n whites! he looks very nice in blacks, however

What animal do they fear most?

Owlbears scare him for some reason and he hates it bc they’re also so c o o l

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

He tries to take a minute to think about it bc it helps reduce his stutter

What makes their stomach turn?

The thought of anything happening to Ruby or Luna or his family at the guild

Are they easily embarrassed?

pretty easily! he gets bashful and shy quite often

What embarrasses them?

If he takes too long to say a sentence he gets embarrassed and frustrated with himself, and anyone calling him cute or handsome both embarrasses him and makes him happy. Also, explicitly talking about sex gets him

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

He’s another one that talks about them in sensory fashions, but compares em to food! Romantic is sweet and warm like a a fresh red velvet cake, friendship is sweet and tangy like key lime pie, and familial is just warm and comfy like a chocolate chip cookie (is it obvious nev likes food)

Why do they get up in the morning?

To make the guild proud and to take care of Ruby and to kiss Luna

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

He kinda of pulls back and gets a lil down, like he knew it was coming

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

he doesn’t really get envious? other people have their stuff and he has his. and if he really wants it he can find a way to get it

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

He is never comfy talking about it b u t he wants to, he’s just never gotten the chance to before tbh

What are their thoughts on marriage?

He likes the idea of it, but never thought he would until recently

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

he likes to walk and he thinks boats are cool!

What causes them to feel dread?

Thinking about Luna’s missions and her going on them worries him, especially if keldrin ever seems worried. Also, the thought of Ruby’s mom coming back for her or hurting ruby

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

unpleasant truth normally, but if its something really bad then he’ll take a lie

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

He doesn’t think he does, and he hasa really high ideals, but he does pretty good most of the time

Who do they most regret meeting?

Again, teh previous guild leader and the person who kidnapped him

Who are they the most glad to have met?

Keldrin and Luna and Ruby! they’ve all really helped him in a lot of ways over the years

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

not really, he likes to listen to other people’s jokes n stories more than tell his own

Could they be considered lazy?

nah, he throws himself into his work and tries really hard to do good and do right

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

kinda hard, but he gets over it eventually after talking to people about it

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Nev gets very excited right along with them and talks to them about it and loves to listen

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

He’s wanted to actively seek it but he’s been too shy in the past, and then it fell right in his lap

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

he has a little tune in his head that he puts em to

What memory do they revisit the most often?

Meeting and kissing Luna, finding ruby, and that night at the guild when he was a little kid

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Very easy! he never has an issue at all with other people’s flaws

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Pretty sensitive, as he’s got low self esteem, but he can also ignore it every now and then

How do they feel about children?

He likes em but never thought he’d have any and then. welp. Now he’s a happy dad and wouldn’t trade it for the world

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

He doesn’t really have one? he just wants to be a damn good thief and take care of his family and live a long life, and he wants that pretty bad but he also knows that he’s taking the steps towards that every day

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

*vague hand gestures* also the will smith pose towards luna

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

He’s a sweetheart who has nowhere to go but up and is gonna see and do so much and just. ahhh I’m excited for his excitement and him seeing the world??

B) What inspired you to create them?

I just really wanted a fully sweet dude in this story tbh

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

not really, he was one of the early characters :P

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

pretty much the same, ye! he was a lil slimmer at one point but other than that he’s been pretty steady

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I would kill for Nev in a heart beat and I hope so!

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Just very warm happy bubbly feelings bc he’s such a sweet cutie

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

He is a little naive still somehow, and a lot of people take advantage of that and he let em walk all over him

H) What trait do you admire most?

He is just so good and trusting and will give the shirt off his back to help someone in need in a heartbeat

#Keldrin #Nev #dnd #i love me boys #long post #gildedskeleton

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yourladyocs · 6 years

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All for Lumley!

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Very little! Lumley has to be doing something, especially with her hands.

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

I feel like its a little hard for her to laugh, but if you can get her laughing then it is true laughter.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Lumley writes in her journal and then checks in with her brother Tenzin.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Not easy at all, but once you have it then you have it for life.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

A simple slip. Lumley gets paranoid easily.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Her line of work doesn’t allow her to see them as immovable.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

The feeling of sand beneath her feet. The silent night looking up at the stars and the moon. It fluctuates; sometimes it is good and reminds her of home, but other times it reminds her that she isn’t home and might not come back.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Sentil had to tell her so many times to stop picking up objects and messing with them. Sentil also had to tell her to start believing her happiness and stop believing that she was meant to have a purpose; to live life as it is.

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Yes. I think it was calling Emil/Rowan a dumb ass.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

She really isn’t the type of person to lie.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

She writes it down and then tries again later to remember some details about it.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Ask for help (from her friends).

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

I love to dress her in yellows. I would like to believe she does look good in yellow!

14. What animal do they fear most?

Animals should fear her! She doesn’t fear any animals since she is a hunter.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

She speaks as soon as a thought comes to mind. She has one of the most genuine interactions with others, even though she is a spy.

16. What makes their stomach turn?

The moon.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

I would say no!

18. What embarrasses them?

Talking about love and romance with people who are close to her.

19. What is their favorite number?

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

I had this discussion in cannon, but its slowly changing over time.“Romantic love contains a certain duty to the person. You will do anything for them. I mean anything, even if it is against a moral code. Platonic and family love you don’t have that same type of duty. You will do anything for them, but you know not to cross your moral line.”She will do whatever it takes to protect both types of love, but she values herself a lot more in platonic and familial relations. She knows that if they try to break her moral code, that they aren’t really family or friends at all. Romance is hard. Romance is a place where your heart takes over and your moral code is easily broken to appease another. She is really hoping she doesn’t lose that in pursuing a crush.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

She gets up in order to keep in touch with all her friends and family. She has things to do and she is going to do them!

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Possessive and attached a lot. Its not to the person they are jealous of, but like if someone is trying to attach themselves to her crush, then she is going to circle around her crush.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

She is envious of people who live in a life of bliss, but she doesn’t do anything about it. She truly doesn’t care about them enough. Whats the point of being resentful? It won’t help now or in her life in general (except with the moon).

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

Lumley is uncomfortable talking about sex. She understands it scientifically, but like she isn’t going to talk about it like Peitho talks about it.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

It is a nice idea.

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Walking with bare feet.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Getting caught doing something she shouldn’t. Breaking an object that she messed with. Facing enemies she knows are tougher than her, but fighting through her emotions to stand up to that enemy.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Unpleasant truth.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Lumley doesn’t have any ideals yet. She is building them.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

She doesn’t regret meeting them, but she regrets not killing them when she met them: Aengus.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Hoth (her mother) and Rowan (her best friend) and Nasuada.

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

She does not. Lumley doesn’t socialize.

33. Could they be considered lazy?

I don’t think they could!

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

Yes, very. She feels horrible about many things she did. She writes them down so she never forgets and so she can learn from her mistakes. Lumley has a hard time letting go of things she did.

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Depends on what it is about. She is usually very supportive about it, but she doesn’t have to be excited about it if it something bad or something she doesn’t super like.

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Lumley likes to take it slow. She will not actively seek romance but she doesn’t want it to fall in her lap. She wants to take her time and slowly build the opportunity.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

She keeps a journal!

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

Moments with Sentil and dances with Water Weaver.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

She has so many flaws herself, that she chooses not to speak about other people’s flaws.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

She knows she has a lot of flaws.

41. How do they feel about children?

Children are good, however she doesn’t want to give birth to any of them. She prefer not to, but if her bloodline must continue then she might.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

End goal is to kill Aengus and she wants to do that now.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

She would say that her romance would take a long time. It takes her a long time to get anywhere with anyone. Its hard enough to platonically love Rowan and its been three years. She is very ace.

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I love her! She is my child! I am excited about her because it seems like she is evolving as the time rolls on.

B) What inspired you to create them?

When I created Lumley, I had only created Elves in D&D. So I wanted to play a new race and I was lent Princes of the Apocalypse earlier that year. I wanted to play something in that book, so I picked a water genasi. I decided on her backstory as sort of a pun. Like “haha, what if a water genasi is living in the desert”. Then her backstory started evolving from there.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

The DM did a super good job at making sure our characters fit into the world perfectly.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

I had to edit her, specifically her hair. She used to have really long crimpy hair and now she has a short boy cut(?). That is all she usually has.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I don’t really know. We share a lot of characteristics, but I don’t know if we would get along with each other.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

A mix of frustration and adoration.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

She is so genuine and not very charismatic. That doesn’t help when you are literally on a spy mission! She is average on many traits.

H) What trait do you admire most?

I admire her ability to evolve and adapt. She is figuring herself out still and I love all the new ways she adapts to things.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

I don’t think I could play her anywhere else and keep her adaptability.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

I don’t think so. I would have to double check. But I didn’t break the game!

#asks #lumley #romanarcadia

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Anna. As one of our most reliable and devoted members, we admins were of course overjoyed to see an application from you in our inbox. Even more than that, we were delighted to see you take on Freya, a character with arguably one of the most complex situations amongst the people of the French Quarter. What we found most gripping was how human you made this ancient and powerful being seem. Your focus on Freya’s flaws and preoccupations made it easy to empathize with her inner struggles, no matter how outlandish her story may be. The time you took to give us in-depth answers to every question was evident, and we can’t wait to see that thoughtfulness and consideration in your portrayal on our dash.

Anna, thank you very much for applying. As for Freya…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⤜ Name/alias: Anna

⤜ Pronouns: she/her

⤜ Age: I’m afraid I’m hitting the big 30 tomorrow…

⤜ Timezone: Central European/Amsterdam time (GMT+2?)

⤜ Activity: Well, you know that much better than I do? But I’d say a 6? A 7? Things are calming down now and I have no other roleplays besides this one anymore, so all my time and devotion is yours!

⤜ Best form of contact: Either here on tumblr or at [email protected]

⤜ Any Triggers? Nothing I really can’t handle

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Because you guys were in the Matt Donovan and Kol Mikaelson tag and I track those. And because I wanted a good TO RP and you guys are the only one of quality around.

⤜ What drew you to the RP? The quality and depth of the bio’s, the quality of the players, the thoughtful answers to questions, the nice people in this RP, the well thought out storyline, the constantness, the warm bath, the awesome writing, the nice admins.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? I’m really looking forward to a lot of things! I can’t wait to see the rise of the humans (I have faith in it!) and I also can’t wait to see more of the witch related story lines. The sacrifices, Dahlia, Davina. So many amazing things! Ow, and then there is the thing where I can’t wait to see the Mikaelsons slowly falling down (which will happen too, right? ;-))!

⚜ Desired Character: Freya Mikaelson

⤜ Why do you want this character?

Freya has quickly become one of my favorite female characters on television. She has everything I can possibly wish for in a bad ass woman. She is strong and determined, but she does admit it when she can’t do something and allows herself to cry over it. She takes matters into her own hands, but does long for support and people caring about her. She is a girl on a mission, but she doesn’t lose sight of those that are truly important to her. She has strong opinions, but she also gives people the chance to explain themselves and to grow on her.

I think Freya is a very well thought out character with loads of depth and possibilities. I see a great challenge, because I’ve never played her before, but I most of all see a lot of inspiration, connections, interesting storylines that are just waiting for me to explore. On top of that, I have discovered that I like exploring bisexual characters and in my opinion, Freya totally is one and I’d love to walk that road with her and to struggle with those complicated emotions with her.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

Of course I’m looking forward to have Freya interact with her family. All she has are the stories Dahlia told about them and the rumors she has heard while she was on the run. I do think that Freya is curious to get to know them, to see what they’re really like, to discover if they are truly the monsters Dahlia told they were. I also think that despite her strength, Freya does long for a family, for someone caring about her, truly caring about her.

She has tried to find and create that little family with Mary, somehow believing that the girl and her had more than enough in common to do so. But we all know that this attempt didn’t end well for Freya. But that longing for a family, for a group of people loving her unconditionally is still there and I think that will make her forgive the Mikaelsons more than she probably should, attempting to be loved by them, to be one of them. She knows it will be hard, but hard doesn’t mean impossible.

I also want to explore Freya’s longing to learn and grow as a witch. She has powers she doesn’t even begin to understand and as soon as she discovers in what world her siblings live, she will for sure realize that she will need them. On top of that, she will never give up on her plan to end Dahlia once and for all. Why not kill two birds with one stone? By learning to control her powers, she will be able to help and protect her family, and earn their love because of it, AND she will one day be strong enough to defeat the woman she has called mother, even though she shouldn’t have.

So, I also want Freya to interact with other witches, to know that she can be stronger if she wants to be, but that she’ll have to watch, learn and grown to reach her full potential.

What’s also interesting is the violence she has been taught by Dahlia. She has killed people to sacrifice them for the so called greater good. I see Freya as someone who tries to be good, but I do think that those lessons and the fact that she has already crossed those lines did leave a mark, make it easier to cross the line again. I can totally see her crossing a few lines here and there for the so called greater good. I’d also really like to explore that side of her, the more violent side created and fed by Dahlia and I can’t wait to see how far she’s willing to go for those she loves.

She is already willing to kill Dahlia, maybe at some point she might be willing to kill Mary too, who knows what other people will end on her kill-list because she decided that it’s the best thing to do?

What’s interesting, is that I can totally see it happening that Freya blames Dahlia for those parts of her she doesn’t like herself. I think it will be an interesting journey to have Freya discover that even though Dahlia did twist her mind, she still has a chance to change, to be different than Dahlia made her to be. I want to see how she at some point concludes that even though Dahlia taught her how to do things, she is the one choosing to still do them. And I want to see her choose actively who she wants to be and which parts of herself she wants to keep and which parts she wants to change. And I’d love to discover that Freya learns that she can’t be perfect and that sometimes she has to do something bad to reach something good. Probably, the morals of her family will influence that journey though and I can’t wait to see that happening.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

When Freya Mikaelsons arrived in New Orleans she had no idea how long she would stay. If the rumors and stories she had heard about her siblings were true, she would only have a quick look before continuing with her life, before ending her own suffering, and Mary’s, for once and for all.

But more than one thing caught Freya’s attention. She heard about the harvest ritual, about the consequences and the impact it had had on others and somehow she couldn’t bring herself to leave before she had helped those who could obviously use some guidance.

And then there was also the matter of her family. Her family lived up to the rumors and stories that were told about them, yes, but there was another side to the story. There was the side of the always and forever, of sticking with each other despite everything they’ve been through, of knowing that despite everything they were each other’s siblings and needed each other.

Freya not only realized that even if they were monsters they were not just that, but she also realized that she wanted to be part of it, that she wanted to be part of their always and forever. Moreover, she realized she wanted to be the big sister she should have been, the one protecting them and guiding them and helping them to stay on the right path.

And now Freya is still lingering around in this wonderful town where magic is always vibing and countless powers are fighting for the right to exist. She has found an old and abandoned house to live in. Rumors have it that the house is haunted, but Freya is not afraid of such things. Her days are filled with discovering this new world and time. She tries a different taste of coffee each morning. She visits the library frequently to enjoy the wonders of the internet and the modern literature. She loves the different cocktails one can order once the sun has set. And there is the miracle of being allowed to love anyone you want to love, boy or girl.

And slowly, without even realizing it, Freya is building a life for herself in a town she was supposed to simply pass through, with people she was supposed to hate. In the back of her mind her wish to destroy Dahlia is still there, but a few months more or less shouldn’t matter too much, right?

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

1. Freya Mikaelson, powerful witch and weapon, loves romans, cheap stories about romances between doctors and nurses, vampires and humans, lions and lambs. The cheesier the better. And Freya Mikaelson, over a millennium old, then discovers something that’s even better: the femslash fanfics on the world wide web. Because despite her longing for vengeance and justice, she also longs to discover what it feels like to be truly loved, by a woman or a man, by a family, by anyone.

2. Most people are used to the wonders of the internet, the new technology, computers that fit into your pocket, but Freya isn’t. Although she has learned to act like all those things are absolutely normal to her, there is still a childlike wonder inside of her that awakens now and then. Freya therefore enjoys spending time in the park, watching children, who have not yet forgotten how miraculously the world they live in is. Sometimes, she even catches herself wondering what it would be like to be a mother, although a part of her fears that it is impossible for her to be a good one. After all, the examples she had were not that great.

3. Freya can turn everything into a weapon. Her mind, slightly twisted by Dahlia and her lack of morals, is creative when it comes to daily properties. When her magic fails her, she knows how to make her heels more dangerous than knives or how her necklace is strong enough to strangle a man. And she might have drawn some inspiration from Rapunzel. Because even Freya has to admit that using a frying pan as a weapon might be one of the most clever things ever.

4. Disney movies and cartoons are Freya’s guilty pleasure in general. There is already enough pain in the world. She has already seen most horror stories come to life herself. She likes the lightness, the humor, the sweetness of those childlike stories that never fail to amaze her. And maybe, maybe those stories have the power to make even Freya Mikaelson believe in her own happy ending.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?

The first plot I’m really interested in is Freya meeting her family and having to decide whether they are the monsters Dahlia said they were or whether they are worth fighting for. I can’t wait to see how the others will react when she reveals to be the eldest Mikaelson sister and how they will deal with her desperate attempts to prove that they can trust her and that she’s one of them.

I also love the fact that Alaric confuses her with Jennifer and I can’t wait to explore that relationship and how that will eventually play out. I want to see how Freya deals with being blamed for something she herself is trying to stop and how she and Alaric might recover after the truth has come out.

I would love to explore her sexual feelings towards both men and women. After years of solitude, Freya doesn’t care too much about what people think of her, but she does want the approval of her family and Dahlia’s influence is still very feelable. I think that even though she wants to love who she wants to love and knows that even society is somehow okay with it, she might struggle with her feelings and most of all telling her family and loved ones about it.

As already said, I also want her to find out that Dahlia maybe was a big part of her life, but that she can still make her own choices. And I want to see which choices she’ll eventually made and how far she’s willing to go.

I want to see her moral struggle towards Mary, and whether or not she’s a victim or a monster. And I also want to see how her own challenge, which parts of me are made and which parts are mine and which ones can I change, will have an influence on her relationship with Mary.

And of course I’m looking forward to what will happen when Dahlia comes to town, what that will do to Freya and how that will influence her relationship with her siblings.

⤜ Para sample:

RFP

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice?

I was torn between Freya and Rebekah. I picked Freya because I think she’s the more challenging and interesting choice for me personally (and to not completely cut off Mabekah), but if you want me to apply for Rebekah instead, feel free to let me know. I would also love to try my hands at Kol one day, but since he and Matt have an interesting connection, that didn’t feel like an option to me.

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes, I did.

⤜ Anything else? The last couple of months have been hectic, but about four weeks ago all my other roleplays (4 characters) died. I’ve been looking for another RP, but somehow none seem to be of the same quality as this one. This is where I feel welcome and appreciated and where I’m surrounded by amazing writers and people. And when I saw Freya’s bio released, there was something itching and tucking at my sleeve. I really hope we can work something out to make this work! Like I said, you have my full commitment, my life is calming down again and I’m ready when you are.

#mature rpg #bio rp #para rp #active rpg #vampire diaries rpg #accepted

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daily-dose-of-naruto · 7 years

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Hc3 chojuro, mei and yagura sfw and nsfw headcanons. This is what you meant by 3 separate headcanons right?

Mei SFW and NSFW Headcanons

SFW

• It might be obvious to all, but it is to the people that know the Mizukage, that she absolutely despises the mentioning of her age or an age difference between the to of you. Never breaching the subject of age around her in general is a safe bet. She just becomes calmly offended and threatens to hurt people, it’s never a good outcome.

• She is definitely one of those hopeless romantics who just waits for those moments for you to give her flowers or write her some poetry, or for you to take her out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Mei also loves when you call her babe, it makes her feel young. She also has a soft spot for romance novels and will often read them to you with a steamy look in her eyes.

• Mei hates if you pay attention to anyone but her, so basically she’s an attention whore. At all times she wants your undivided attention, and will get angry if you are looking at other people too long also. It might be her job as Mizukage that really drives this desire, but she isn’t very good at sharing too much.

• She is a passive aggressive type of person when she’s angry with you. Mei is never going to openly state her discontent, she thinks it makes her look weak, so you better figure out why she’s ornery, and fast. She isn’t a patient person, but Mei does accept apologies very quickly and tries not to hold too big of a grudge.

NSFW

• Oh Mei is always, and I mean always trying to talk you into a threesome. She doesn’t care if it’s one guy and her, or her and another girl. She is always up for someone to spice up things in the bedroom. This extra person is never a permanent feature, that is her one condition, she doesn’t want anyone attracted to you other than her, but she does like changing the dynamics of sex frequently.

• Likes being the dominant one in the bedroom, this is an absolute. She wants to be the one riding you, on top, in complete and utter control. She is the type to make it a bit of a show too, like Mei will rub her breaths together or tweak one of her nipples while she’s bouncing off your hips.

• Has a weakness for rubbing her clit and will just melt into the bed. It’s probably her favorite thing and will beg you all the time during sex to run your fingers over her clit. She will literally cry out with low throaty moans that will cause chills to run all up your arms and neck.

• Mei has probably some of the most perky and perfect breasts you will find, and they are overly sensitive. Like if you just lick them enough there is a good chance you could probably cause her to have an orgasm – a very intense one at that. If you massage or knead then she will be crying out.

Chojuro SFW & NSFW Headcanons

SFW

• Chojuro lacks confidence in things like this, and he has a hard time mustering up the courage to ask you out. A few times he almost did it, but backed out at the last moment or awkwardly changed the subject. He might tell one or two of his close friends that he likes you, and it is with their encouragement that he finally manages to stutter out an invitation to spend some time alone together and get to know each other better.

• He is very, very shy about showing affection. You can tell that he wants to - he might keep looking at your hand like he’s thinking about holding it, or even brush his hand against yours on purpose, hoping you’ll get the message and that maybe you want to hold his hand too. Do the poor guy a favor - grab his hand and give him a sweet smile. Even something small like this will boost his confidence with you.

• Chojuro has a habit of becoming a bit of a motor-mouth in situations that make him nervous.He walked you home after the second date and everything was perfect, he knew it was the perfect moment to kiss you and you even wanted him to from the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and looked up at him shyly through your eyelashes. Instead of taking the opportunity he went into some nervous autopilot mode and began babbling incoherently about things that didn’t even make any sense. He could see your bewildered look but he just. couldn’t. stop. So you leaned up on your tiptoes and silenced him with a kiss, for which he was eternally grateful.

• Chojuro is very thoughtful and determined to take care of you, particularly when you are too stressed and tired to take care of the smaller things that make your life convenient. He will bring over groceries when you haven’t had the time to go shopping, pick up your dry cleaning, gently rub your back to lull you to sleep when you can’t sleep - in short, he will spoil you rotten.

NSFW

• No matter how long the two of you wait to have sex, he’s going to be a wreck. The second things start getting heated and he gets suspicious that all of this kissing is leading somewhere, he is a flustered mess, but he wants to please you so he swallows his nerves and just stops thinking so much. Things go a lot more smoothly after that.

• Once he is given the chance to get over his hang-ups, Chojuro is a fantastic lover. He is eager to impress you and make you feel as good as you make him feel, so he takes his time exploring your body and finding the places that make your breath hitch. Naturally thorough and intuitive, it doesn’t take him long to figure out how to make your squirm for him.

• He likes when you ride him slowly and sensually. The quick, frantic, needy kind of riding is nice too, but he prefers when you take your time and grind on him, building your rhythm until your face contorts in pleasure and you’re gasping his name and digging your nails into his chest. Chojuro enjoys watching you come apart for him, and he can fully appreciate it if he isn’t distracted by keeping up with an exhausting pace.

• He’s very, very sensitive around the head of his cock. When you’re sucking him off, he can only take you working on the head in very small doses or else it becomes uncomfortable for him. It’s best to swallow and suck around his shaft and lightly kiss and lick the head every once in a while. You’ll know when you’re doing it right because he starts panting heavily and he flexes his hips, shallowly thrusting into your mouth.

Yagura SFW and NSFW Headcanons

SFW

• In spite of his firm insistence that he is not childish in the slightest, he has a habit of hiding sweets in his clothes. Shinobi who have worked with him are suspicious because people swear they’ve seen him inching his hand into the waistband of his pants and emerge with a snack that he quickly stashes in his sleeve for easy access. Because of this rumor, no one will take any kind of food he offers them because of the chance that he’s been hoarding it in some secret pocket in his pants.

• He has an unreasonably short temper. Those who interact with him on a regular basis really hate informing him of bad news, because he has a tendency to snap over even minor inconveniences and it can be a scary experience if Yagura gets too out of hand. Once, he completely decimated his office by losing control of his tailed beast chakra due to a spelling error on a mission report.

• Yagura has an assistant who brings him breakfast, lunch and dinner. She tries to slip vegetables into his favorite foods, because Yagura refuses to eat them when he knows where they are, and so far she thinks she has been successful. She isn’t at all. He can smell a pea from a mile away and routinely dumps the carefully prepared food out of his window and buries it when he leaves to keep his assistant from finding out.

• As a jinchuuriki, Yagura had to endure a lot of people staring and whispering about him behind their hands throughout the years. The feeling that a hundred pairs of eyes are on him never really left, and as such he is constantly looking over his shoulder to find the culprit even when he knows beyond a doubt that he is completely alone.

NSFW

• Before he has sex with anyone, Yagura has a thorough discussion with partners so he can draw a clear line of what they can handle and what their limits are, as well as to establish consent and a mutually agreed on safe word. More than any act of a sexual nature, he is addicted to the trust that a s/o must have in him to allow him to inflict pain on them and trusting him to stop if it’s too much.

• Although he enjoys inflicting pain, he is also very serious about making sure his s/o enjoys it. He will pause in the middle of a series of stinging, body-rocking slaps to the rear and go down on them, his tongue very softly lapping at them. The conflicting harshness and gentleness is intense, and it doesn’t take him long to bring them to orgasm, but right when they are on the precipice, he will pull away and go back to spanking them.

• Yagura doesn’t care much for being touched himself unless he is ordering his s/o to touch him, so depending on how much control of their reactions he thinks his s/o has, he will either command them to keep their hands behind their back or tie them behind their back. They will be expected to stay like that until he is finished playing with them, no matter what.

• His favorite position is doggy style with his s/o’s hands tied behind their back. Sometimes he will use the ropes around their wrists to hold them upright, but most of the time he lets them sink their head down on the mattress and focus on their own pleasure. By this point, they’ve probably been teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long they’re too sensitive to every little touch to relax, but when Yagura finally lets them come it is always earth-shatteringly intense.

#admin axel #admin shadow #releasethefreaks #chojuro #seven swordsmen of the mist #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #mizukage #mei #naruto scenarios #Yagura #the fourth mizukage

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