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blackopals-world · 3 months
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The lil's Helping in Class
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P.E
Vargas: (lil'Special Forces!Yuu strapped to his chest) Today we'll focus on endurance training while running laps.
Student: Sir you have a baby on you.
Vargas: you are mistaken (reveals lil'disciplinary officer!Yuu on his back) I have two babies on me! And they will provide support to everyone.
Lil' Special Forces!Yuu: Run faster!
Lil' Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: Slackers will be punished!
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Potions
Crewel: An important part of making potions is knowing how to clean up properly for risk adverse effects.
Lil' Maid!Yuu: (inside a cauldron, scrubbing it) cleanup~clean up~Everybody everywhere~
Lil' Tailor!Yuu: (trying to put on lab gear but it's way too big) I'm dressed now papa.
Crewel: See you should follow their example. Model students.
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History
Trein: Please speak clearly when reading you're essay. You must be understandable to the entire class and keep their attention. The children are nodding off.
Student: but sir, they are literal toddlers. They don't know how to read let alone understand this.
Lil' Writer!Yuu: (drawing pictures of what's happening) Then the princess married the princy.
Lil'Noble!Yuu: Soooo, boring. He's wrong anyways.
Lil'Writer!Yuu: Really? hehe, he's getting a bad grade. Right papa?
Trein: Very right sweetie.
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Nurses Office
Dr. Lazarus: (passed out after drinking decaf)
Student: Can't you just wake up the nurse?
Lil' Nurse!Yuu:(in lab coat and glasses) I am nurse. Now hold still. Now. Check his head!
Lil'Marine Biologist!Yuu:(checks temperature) he's cold.
Lil' Nurse!Yuu: He's sick! Get me a needle!
Lil'Vet!Yuu: Yay! Needle!
Student: no no no! I just need a bandage!
Lil' Nurse!Yuu: Oh, oke. Get the bandages.
(The three will monsters begin sloppily wrapping the student in bandages around his head, arms, and legs)
Lil'Marine Biologist!Yuu: Better now?
Student: (looking at three sets of puppy dog eyes, unable to deny them) Yep...all better. (Hobbles out the room wrapped like a mummy.)
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Music
Vater Goldlace: I expect you to sing perfectly on pitch. That is if you don't want to wake the baby. The lullaby must be done right or you'll wake them and if you wake them from their nap after it took me two hours to put them down I will fail all of you.
Lil' Gardener!Yuu: (sleeping lightly while being held)
The unlucky Student who has to do the solo in "Golden Afternoon": Oh, god.
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Sam Shop
Student: 20 madol.
Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: ...
Lil'Jester!Yuu: You better do better than that.
Student: Okay, 23.
Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: ...wa
Lil'Jester!Yuu: they're getting mad.
Student: fine 25!
Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: WHAAAA!
Student:Okay I'll give you anything! 30 madol! Just stop crying before Sam-
Sam: Are you bullying me little imps? You know there's an extra charge for that.
Lil'Jester!Yuu: I told him that Daddy. He didn't listen.
Sam: I know Jest. That's 40 madol boy.
Student:(running)fine take it. I'm sorry!
Lil'Chef!Yuu: (Holding bottle) It's food time.
Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu:(starts drinking)
Sam: You get so cranky when you are hungry.
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The Headmaster Office
Crowley: This week's meeting begins now since everyone is here.
Student: Why is that thing staring at us?
Lil'(???)!Yuu: ( staring into his soul)
Crowley: Don't acknowledge them, I've been trying to train them to stop.
Lil'(???)!Yuu: (eyes oozing black ink)
Student: Please stop them. I'm scared.
Crowley: (sighs) They are just trying to get a reaction. Don't look you'll encourage them.
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thebadgerclan · 9 months
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Clueless
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader
Requested by @imabee-oralizard
Summary: Benedict is clueless to your affection...
It was painful to watch Benedict be so clueless.  The Bridgertons and L/Ns had been friends for as long as anyone could remember, your homes were across from one another’s, your father was a well-respected Earl.  And in your childhood, you and Benedict were as thick as thieves, spending nearly every day together.  Then Edmund had passed and you drifted apart, though you still made efforts to spend time with him.
Through your debut into society, Benedict had remained your closest friend.  However, as time passed and the two of you matured, Benedict found his feelings for you evolving.  Where he once saw a girl, he now saw a woman; a beautiful, graceful, elegant woman.  Where he once saw someone to play tag with, he now saw a woman he wanted to bring flowers to, a woman he wanted to spend…oh.
Little did he know, you were in a similar situation.  Benedict had once been a gangly stick of a boy, but he had grown into a devastatingly handsome man.  He wasn’t the head of his household, he wasn’t titled, but that had never mattered to you.  Your father had always made it clear that you could marry whoever you wished, that money or status needn’t play into it.  And as time went on, you found yourself no longer thinking about Benedict as a friend, but someone you wanted to be with, someone you were slowly falling in lo–oh.
The three eldest Bridgertons stood along the side of the ballroom, watching the dance floor.  Anthony watched as his wife danced with Lord Kent while Colin chatted with Miss Featherington.  Benedict, meanwhile, was staring at you, his gaze positively lovesick.  You were dancing with the Marquis of Winchester, who had apparently just inherited his title, and Benedict realized he would give almost anything to be in his place.
“Need we call the fire brigade, brother?” came Anthony’s voice, drawing Benedict’s focus from you.  “What?”  “Your gaze will certainly burn holes in the back of Lady Y/N’s head if you stare at her for much longer!”  Colin burst out in laughter, and Benedict rolled his eyes.  “Quite entertaining, brother, truly.”  Benedict felt his face warm, and he sought out a servant rounding with drinks.
Colin politely excused himself from his conversation with Penelope, and Anthony followed suit, wordlessly agreeing to continue their teasing.  “You know, ladies have dance cards for a purpose, brother,” Colin said, and Benedict barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.  “Yes,” he responded.  “They do; to keep track of the gentlemen vying for their hands for a dance.”  “Precisely,” Anthony chimed in, taking a drink from a nearby table.  “So, Benedict, do you think Lady Y/N still has room on her card?”
Benedict nearly spat out his drink.  “What?  I..whyever would you ask such a question?”  Colin disguised his laughter with a cough.  “Because, brother, she has been sneaking glances at you all evening!”  “She has?”  Anthony nodded, nodding gratefully at the gentleman who Kate had been dancing with as he returned her.  “Benedict, with how much you have been looking at her, I am shocked you have not noticed!”
Even now, Benedict was subtly watching you; watching as the Marquis escorted you to the refreshments table, watching as you smiled, as you laughed.  “Benedict!”  “What?”  “Good Lord, you are absolutely besotted!”  Colin clapped him on the shoulder.  “Go ask her to dance, you fool.  Please, if I have to watch you pine for her for another moment, I may be ill.”  Benedict shook his head, but set off across the room anyway.
“Pardon me, Lady Y/N?”  You turned to face Benedict, a warm smile on your face.  “Mister Bridgerton!  How lovely to see you!”  “Lovely to see you as well.  I know it is late in the evening, but do you have room on your dance card for me?”  Butterflies were running rampant in your stomach, and you held up your wrist, displaying the card.  “I happen to have one spot left.  A waltz.”
You left your waltz vacant at every ball you went to, hoping and praying Benedict would ask you to dance.  If others asked, you could play it off as being too intimate for an unwed lady, something no one would question you on.  It was truly a shot in the dark, but tonight, your aim was true.  Benedict smiled, taking the pencil attached to the card and signed his name.  “It would be my honor, Lady Y/N.”  “Please, just Y/N.”
Benedict smiled, and moments later, the musicians played the opening chords of the waltz.  You followed Benedict onto the dance floor, curtseying as he bowed.  The waltz was controversial, some saying it was far too intimate, some calling it outright scandalous.  But that was the farthest thing from your or Benedict’s minds as you began to dance.
His hand was on your waist, the other clasped in yours; your hand on his shoulder.  There was no more than 6 inches of space between your bodies, and you felt as if your heart could bean straight out of your chest.  “So tell me, Y/N,” Benedict said.  “Has the season been treating you well thus far?”  “Oh, I wish I could say it has.  There are plenty of suitors, yes, but…”  “But what, Y/N? We have no secrets, remember?”
It was a stupid pact you’d made years ago: to keep no secrets from Benedict, but it was a pact you’d stuck to….for the most part, that is.  “I have had my heart set on a true love match for so long, and I have yet to feel that with any men who have called upon me.”  “You will find that someday, Y/N, have faith.”  Benedict was trying so desperately not to get his hopes up, but then you spoke again.
“What if I already have?”  It might have been an innocuous thing to say, had you not pressed yourself ever so closer to Benedict, had you not squeezed his hand, and had you not looked so deeply into Benedict’s eyes.  It was so plain: the love you held for him, the desire to be his and for him to be yours, and how long you had wanted it.
“Y/N, are you…”  “I have no callers in the morning,” you said.  “And I hear the weather shall be wonderful for a promenade.”  Benedict’s heart skipped several beats, and when the dance ended, he made a bold move and kissed your hand.  “Well then, I shall call upon you in the morning.  Be warned, though, I have been told I am quite the romantic.”
You couldn’t hold the laugh that left your lips, and Benedict escorted you back to your chaperone.  In the morning, you were indeed greeted by Benedict, a bouquet of 20 red roses in hand.  No one in London was surprised when you were engaged a mere month and a half later, and married four months after that.
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m4ttsturn · 3 months
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my brother's best friend (pt 1)
pt 2 pt 3 pt 4
pairing: matt sturniolo x y/n
summary: over the years you find yourself falling more in love with your brother's best friend.
warnings: none yet
this is the first story I've ever written, so sorry if it's bad. anyway, hope you guys enjoy.
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(the first day i saw him)
"mom!" I ran down the stairs. "yeah, what do you need?" "where's Nate? he said he would go to the movies with me over an hour ago." I was beginning to get upset, Nate promised that he would take me to see Spider-Man Homecoming with him. "I'm not sure, he said he would be home by 5" she responded. I let out a heavy sigh before walking out of the kitchen.
I went into the living room and sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling on my phone. I watched as the minutes on the clock slowly ticked by, my eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. it had been 3 hours before Nate had finally showed up, laughing as he walked through the door. three boys followed close behind him.
"dude that movie was so good" Nate said as he kicked off his shoes. "yeah, I still can't believe the way Spider-Man saved the Avenger's plane" one of the other boys spoke. I coughed loudly drawing the attention of my brother and his friends in the entryway. making eye contact with Nate, his face flashing with realization. "oh shit, y/n I'm so sor-" Nate tried to speak, but I stood up abruptly off the couch walking to my room and slamming the door.
the second I closed the door I could feel my eyes watering. it was one thing for Nate to blow of our plans because his practice ran late or something, but for him to go without me even though we had planned this out ever since the trailer came out, hurt. especially since he went with three people I've never met instead.
I jumped onto my bed, burying my face into the pillows. I could hear four sets of footsteps approaching my bedroom before someone knocked on the door. I knew it was Nate because he used the secret knock combination we came up with in order to tell if it was each other or our parents knocking. "go away Nate" my voice was muffled by the pillow. Nate had opened the door anyway, "y/n look I'm sorry, I totally forgot that we were planning to go to the movies today" I turned to face him when he spoke "yeah, yeah whatever Nate."
I glanced around him, taking in the appearance of his friends, each looking similar, but I could tell the differences once I looked a little longer. I made eye contact with the boy who was standing behind them all, almost not visible. I blushed and turned my head away so none of them could see it. "you can go, you obviously want to hang out with these people more than me anyway." Nate gave me a sad expression before walking out of my room, closing the door behind him. as I listened to the sounds of footsteps furthering from my door I decided to read a book instead of wallowing around.
the next time I looked at the clock it read 12:37 am. I decided that I might as well call it a night and changed into my pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of women's boxers. assuming that Nate's friends had gone home by now, I didn't bother to put on something more presentable as I left my room to grab a glass of water.
when I walked into the kitchen I was met with three pairs of eyes on me, with Nate being in the bathroom. "oh, you guys are still here" I uttered as I went to grab a glass. ''yep, seems like it" the one with longer hair spoke. my back was to them as I filled up the cup with water from the fridge. once finished I turned around to face the three boys. "look I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, its just that Nate promised me he would take me to see that movie months ago. anyway I'm y/n." holding out my hand to them. The one with a nose ring takes it first "Nick" he shook my hand. "I'm Chris" the one with long hair spoke, dapping me up. "and you?" I turned to the last boy, realizing it's the one that I locked eyes with earlier. "Matt" he smiled slightly as he took my hand. my face flushed feeling the electricity buzzing through my fingertips.
"okay well nice to meet you guys, but I'm off to bed. tell Nate that I said he better take me to see that movie tomorrow, I don't care if he just watched it." "will do" Chris spoke, Matt and Nick nodded along. I headed back towards my room and closed the door, still thinking about the feeling of Matt's hand on mine. "well this is going to be a problem" I mumbled to myself before shutting off the light and snuggling under my covers.
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Nate had brought the triplets over again, many times over the next few years. each time my crush on Matt grew a little stronger. besides that I had actually gained a friendship with all of them.
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a/n: I'm probably going to move this story on pretty quickly I just wanted to get a little backstory out first.
let me know if there is anything I can do to write better, criticism is appreciated
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sacharinee · 1 year
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peter moments part three!
pairing: peter parker x reader
w/c: 1918
a/n: hi i hope u guys r having a great new year so far :) i kept this in the drafts for weeks and im throwing it out here now. school is back up so im sad again but i hope u guys r all well <3 enjoy!
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you not knowing your own boyfriend is new york’s friendly neighborhood spider-man has to be the funniest thing ever to peter. 
it started sophomore year when you and peter had teensy crushes on each other. you and he often had study dates at one another’s. however, this usually ended up with you falling asleep halfway and him having to pull an all-nighter to teach you the topics of your exam.
peter is hard at work at your desk, preparing for the calc midterm you two had the next day. while you were supposed to be studying, you found comfort on your bed, watching youtube videos of crazy spider boy sightings in queens instead. it wasn’t your fault anyways; the viral footage of the superhero is all that everyone’s talking about recently.
“pete,” you called out. he doesn’t budge when you call his name, still scribbling math formulas you don’t even want to attempt to understand. 
“peterrr,” you singsonged. he drops his pencil and sniffles, turning your swivel chair around to face you, “what’s up?”
“y-yea i’m fine” he answers with a reassuring smile. you don’t know what it is about him recently but you can tell something is off with him; he’s leaving school early, arriving late, and completely exhausted for your study nights, and he seems to be on edge whenever you’re around.
you usually berated him, advising him to take some of the load off and spend some more time for himself, even supporting his decision in quitting band. although, you think your guidance has something to do with your feelings of loneliness and detachment away from peter. 
“okayyy,” you draw out unconvinced, “well, have you seen that new clip of the weird spider thingy? it’s crazy! look at it,” you shove your phone in his face. you don’t notice the way he smiles at you in secret, peter thinks it’s adorable how excited and easily distracted you get. but he knows it's going to be the death of him when you call at 3 am asking him to explain the concept of derivatives for your shared calc exam. 
he’s hesitant to look away from your face. you’re in such awe when you stare with wide eyes and mouth agape at your screen, he thinks you’re the prettiest.
when his attention does fall on your phone, he’s quick to realize what clip of his alter ego is playing and abruptly grabs the device, shutting it off. “hey! what are y-” “you know that’s all fake right? it’s all done on a computer?” “what? no, it’s not. look at him!” 
“i’m looking and it seems like it’s all cgi to me.” peter’s doing anything he can to deter you in the wrong direction, anything he can grasp. 
“well cgi or not, i think he’s so hot,” you defend. “i mean, can you believe it? with his bare hands! how much does that car weigh? has to be like a few thousand pounds, right? and the speed it's going at? oh my god, he’s so strong.” you gush.
you miss the way peter’s face glows like fire. he’s red, really red. all blushing and trying to control his breathing. you think he’s hot? him? and strong too? 
it’s times like these when peter struggles to compose himself and resists telling you the truth. he takes a deep breath, pinches his nose bridges, and opens his mouth, “actually, y/n/n, um”
you cut him off, grabbing your phone back, “it’s so crazy. i heard he’s out every night fighting bad guys and everything. i hope he has someone taking care of him too.”
peter stands there, mouth open, unsure of what to do next. he realizes you’re right, telling you would be selfish, and he can’t risk putting you in danger. 
he purses his lips in disappointment and looks back at you. you’re in your previous position, laying down with one leg over the other while you hold your phone close up watching spider-man do backflips for new york citizens. you don’t have a single care in the world. and peter would like to keep it that way. 
so he bites his tongue and goes back to studying.
a few days later, you and peter arrive back to your room after school. 
“thanks for staying up all night with me the other day. i really didn’t know what was going on calc,” you graciously thank him. peter was running on a two-hour power nap before he took that midterm with you, but it was worth it when you came rushing to him, squealing with excitement. you tackled him with a big hug, showing him your exam with a b- written in red marker proudly.  
“of course,” he blushes. peter always makes time for you, even if it gets too inconvenient for him. 
he makes his way into your room dropping his bag by your door and walks over to your bed to rest, “i’m really proud of you, you know? that test was hard and ms. warren didn’t even curve-” peter stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s laying on your bed. 
a miniature spider-man plush decorates your comfy mattress. 
“what’s wrong?” you come up behind him. you cleaned your room this morning knowing you and peter would be hanging out later on so it shouldn’t be too messy. 
peter laughs, “you uh, you sleep with that thing?” pointing to your beloved plush. you quickly grab it in its defense, “yea, so what?” you have an adorably angry look on your face which peter knows all too well.
he smiles at you, “n-nothing. it’s cute.”
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it only got worse as time went on. 
you rush through harry’s front door; his lavish loft that his father bought for him to keep the two of them separated, was often used for your friend group to hang out at. your friends, harry, mj, ned, betty, and peter were all waiting for you to arrive, and you were running late due to an unexpected emergency stop. 
“oh my god, finally. we’re starving, where were you?” ned groans. you might’ve kept them waiting with the pizza you promised to bring. peter quickly stands up from the couch and walks towards you, grabbing the large boxes from your hands. he spares you a sweet smile with a kiss on the cheek and whispers a soft greeting to you.
now that peter had the courage to properly ask you to be his girlfriend a couple of months ago, you would think he has the guts to tell you the truth. however, he always decided against it, opting to keep spider-man under the radar when it came to you. it certainly got more difficult when he’d come to your place with a limp and sweaty hair all while you would ask countless questions asking if he was feeling okay or if he ate earlier that day. you’re just a curious person by nature.
“i know, i’m sorry i’m late, buuut…” you leave a dramatic pause. “i was out getting these!”
your friends watch you stumble taking your shoes off and holding it in front of them. all you receive are blank stares and confused faces in return. 
mj’s the first to speak up, “crocs?”
“no, not the crocs,” you walk up closer with your shoes on display, “the spider-man jibbits!” 
your squealing captures peter’s attention when he drops the pizza boxes off on the kitchen counter.
“wait- that’s why you came late? to buy your little jibbits?” harry remarks. “they’re not just any other jibbits, harry, they’re spider-” “yea spider-man, i know.”
ned piques “h-hold on, you do know that-” peter rushes behind you, shaking his head, waving his hands frantically, urging his best friend to shut up silently. 
“that uh, peter is… and he, uhm i-” ned visibly gulps, “i have to use the bathroom.” he hurriedly runs off to what you assume is the restroom and you look at your friends and peter weirdly.
“what’s his problem?” you throw your shoes by the front door and wash your hands, grabbing a plate to put a slice of pizza on top. peter stands there, wide-eyed with flushed cheeks and chest heaving, a tell-tale sign he’s nervous or stressed. everyone on the couch stares back at peter while he stares at wherever ned ran off to. 
you offer him your slice of pizza, “are you okay?” while nodding his head peter gulps too, “mhm.” he gives you an awkward smile and grabs his pizza from you as you take the back of your hand placing it against his neck and then on his forehead. “you’re getting kinda warm, pete. you should drink some more water. i’ll get it for you.”
you go back into the kitchen, fetching him a glass of water while he sits back down on the couch beside his friends. 
“she doesn’t know yet?” mj whispers. “how does she not know?” “even i know you’re spider-man, and that’s saying something” betty teases. 
“it’s,” peter sighs, “it’s complicated.”
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at this point, your friends began to bet how much longer it would take for you to catch on. they even love fueling your obsession with spider-man, sending tiktoks, edits, and new footage of the superhero. 
it’s a few days after christmas and you and your friends found themselves lounging at harry’s sitting together near the christmas tree. 
“okay y/n,” harry sets his gift in front of you, “your turn.”
this year, you and your friends decided on doing a fun secret santa for each other. you were sad in finding out that you and peter didn’t receive each other, but that didn’t stop you guys from getting personalized gifts for one another. you and your boyfriend are fully clad in matching pj's with santa hats on top of your heads.
“hmmm” you ponder. “is it… keys to a new car? orrr a new phone? ooh! or the new louboutin shoes they released last week?” you hold your present close to you and tap against it while a million ideas rush through your head. harry’s dad is rich; your imagination is unlimited. you once saw harry gift a laptop once for a guy he barely knew. 
“it’s even better.”
you hum in response, carefully digging out the tissue to pull out his mysterious gift. your fingers feel something soft, and you slowly lift it out of the bag. 
“oh my god! no way!” his gift leaves you gasping and jumping in your seat. you hold out your christmas present out in front of you. 
everyone stares at you in puzzlement, “socks?” mj questions.
“only the best socks ever!” you squeal enthusiastically. peter looks at harry dumbfounded, only to find him mischievously smirking back at him. “i’ve gotta go put these on,” you run away excitedly with your gift like a little kid. peter shakes his head in disapproval towards him, your friends giggling at harry’s antics. 
“you better tell her soon man, or someone might think she’s spider-man’s girlfriend, instead.”
“n-no! are you kidding? she can’t know, she’d freak-"
moments later you come back out squealing, showing off your clad feet completely decked out in your brand new spider-man socks. 
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lizaluvsthis · 2 months
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NEW EPISODE NEW EPISODE NEW EPISODE
Hello hello and welcome everyone... AGAIN TO MY HYPER FIXATION.
We are introduced to SMG4 NEWS.
Now you may be wondering, why is SMG3 part of this? Why is he right beside SMG4 while they're currently broadcasting this live? Well I tell you two reasons.
no. 1 he wanted to help and no. 2 he just wanted to advertise his cafe.
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Thats why you notice in several clips of the video, he tries his best to insert his advertisement to go to his cafe shop.
If SMG3 was careful enough, he'd be listening to SMG4 since he kept telling SMG3 not to advertise.
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Over with SMG3's bugging and ruining SMG4's set with the weather, SMG4 ties SMG3 around the chair so that he wouldn't be a bother to interrupt the broadcast.
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Thats why SMG4 turned his back to check up on SMG3, because he knows three is so desperate to pull up that advertisement. He didn't allow three to make that advertisement because they were only both there to "REPORT" live on 'News'
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Since Three couldn't advertise, he may had switched on to another topic. "Is SMG4 really funny?" Since he is already fed up with all of the meme contents SMG4 make, he still thought if it'd be cringe.
But since SMG4 didn't want his content creations to get abandoned by his own fans just by SMG3 "TRYING" to change everyone's minds and opinions to 'stop' watching SMG4 just because the FUNNY wouldn't be there.
With SMG3 right beside SMG4, he'd been a little bit upset about this. "Atleast he's capable of making jokes" SMG4 looks at SMG3.
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With that reminds him, why is SMG3 here? Oh right- he WAS supposed to help SMG4 report this on live. Where he reminded that SMG3 is supposed to be helping, which maybe had brought up his vision that-
"why am I being an ass? I was suppose to advertise, and SMG4 is here already. So why does it matter? I should've been helping him not steal the broadcast again."
So he said "fine" so he finally got able to report something, which is already counted as BORING to him. When SMG3 thought it was unfair since SMG4 gets all the bad news, SMG3 WANTS those kind of things to spill.
(I may had thought when SMG3 said "I want those" SMG4 quickly said "Okay-" to where he struggles to find a right file for SMG3 to report it out on live.)
It's like a kind of- well- a wife being spoiled and rich, while the husband gives everything to his wife because she kept out yelling for "wants" since the husband wants to do and follow what the wife does in order not to get constantly yelled at again.
And that is technically what SMG4 is doing for SMG3's sake rn.
But since SMG3 wants to add up a spice from all the boring sh-t, he decides to pull out his aka "pain and suffering method" to where it leads to him spreading misinformation that pulls out a fake news.
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(I just love how SMG3 teased SMG4 with the word "Opposite day" XDD)
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And that calls for *GETS RUN OVER*
OKAY FINEEEE!!! Jeeezuz...
Ahemm- this month is absolutely interesting- (despite my posts of "Indigo Secret"'s pages are not here yet from mind block, but since Valentines day is near- I'll be advertising...)
@merp0515 's Do This In Your Style - Challenge!
You guys are free to draw the boys by using Merp's valentines design for SMG3 and SMG4!
I'm not forcing anyone here if they don't no wanna, I'm 'advertising' to recommend you guys to do some fine of a work with the design :D
I do love how they both look in thems stunnishin outfits and I can't wait to draw more of them in those attire because things get a little bit of spicy... ykwim? :)
Anyway- this challenge is done for funziez I already am participating this- (merp. I'll shove these whole artworks I made to yo eyes...) MWAHAHAHA cant wait to see your reaction in valentines day >u<
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mint-yooxgi · 10 months
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omg the drabbles!! may i request for a yan!idol ateez (grp or member)? THANK YOUUU
"Hey, did you want to practice that scene we have together for the shoot?" A voice from the open doorway of your dressing room draws your attention.
Turning your head, you see Mingi standing there, practically curling himself somewhat nervously around the frame.
Your brow furrows slightly, "Which one?"
A small red begins creeping up his neck.
"The intimate one." His voice is no more than a whisper, and it only serves to confuse you more.
"I though I was to be filming that with Wooyoung and San?" You tilt your head towards your manager, who immediately begins flipping through some papers to confirm.
"Oh, uh, well..." he fumbles for words, "I just spoke with the director-"
A call of your name draws your attention to the male who walks quite casually into your dressing room.
"Director wants you on set to go over some changes." Yunho addresses you casually. "I came to escort you."
Your eyebrows raise in amusement, "Didn't realize I needed an escort to walk down the hall."
Yunho clears his throat, averting his gaze somewhat bashfully. All the while, Mingi subtly glances at his group mate out of the corner of his eyes, irritation clear on his features.
"Looks like the director will tell me himself," you smile politely at Mingi as you stand to your feet.
Exiting your dressing room, both males follow close behind, muttering to each other about interruptions or something. You can't quite make out their words, but from what you can gather, neither seems too pleased with the other right now.
A call of your name alerts you to yet another presence.
"Hey!" Wooyoung bounds up to you, both San and Yeosang in tow. "How's my favourite person today? Ready to film our scenes?"
"Your scenes?" San nudges his friend playfully on his side. Or so it seems. "Are you forgetting that I'm there, too?"
"How could I ever forget?" Wooyoung smiles somewhat tightly, sparing an irritated glance at the male beside him.
"Oh? Didn't you hear?" Yeosang remarks casually. "The director changed who the scenes are with. You're now doing them with me."
All heads turn to him as your eyes go wide.
"That's probably what he wants to talk to me about." You nod, inclining your head politely to the males around you. "If you'll excuse me."
"There's no need." San blocks your path. "The director wouldn't change something like that last minute. It's severely unprofessional."
"Yeah!" Wooyoung adds. "You should really speak up for yourself more when changes are made, anyways. It's not fair to you and the people who were promised to perform with you."
You fail to miss the way the younger seemingly spares a pointed glance at the other males around you.
You nod your head, almost subconsciously. "I'm still going to go talk to him."
Brushing past them, you quickly make your way towards the sound stage. Only, before you can finish rounding the corner, three pointed voices greet your ears.
Quickly, you press yourself against the wall, peering out into the commotion taking place in front of you.
"For the last time, I said 'no'." The director sighs, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
"It would look bad for our image if the fans saw multiple members fighting over the same person." Seonghwa states. "You cannot keep adding scenes just because the members ask. It's not appropriate, especially considering what you've agreed to."
"Were you not just the one begging me to negate all of them in favour of the oldest getting more screen time with them? How do you think the fans would receive that?" The director counters.
"Which is exactly why I should be the only one with those types of scenes with them." Another voice interjects, shooting a pointed look at Seonghwa all the while. "After all, I am the Captain."
"What is with you boys and your obsession with filming with this person?" The director replies, exasperation clear in his voice. "This is a music video for crying out loud! You have not even two minutes of airtime with them, and that's if we use all of the shots."
"Make it three." Seonghwa's voice is firm, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
"Then you want a performance version to showcase the dance?" The director counters.
"No, we didn't agree to a performance version." Hongjoong shakes his head.
"Neither did I!" The director huffs. "I understand this is a collaboration between artists, but based on your concept, and their own schedule, this is the best I can do."
"It's not good enough." Seonghwa shakes his head, Hongjoong quick to agree with him.
The director throws his hands in the air, storming off without another word. Only, the two eldest follow him, seemingly continuing the conversation even though the director is clearly finished with them for the time being.
Your brow furrows. You wonder what that was all about. The director was very clear in the beginning (and the members) that your 'intimate' scene would be with both San and Wooyoung. Now, the others want in on it, too?
Letting out a slight puff of air, you shake your head to clear your thoughts.
"Something troubling your mind?" A soft voice draws your attention to the side, and you look up to see Jongho blinking at you lightly. He seems to be holding an apple in his hand, head tilted curiously at you.
"No, no," you wave him off lightly, "just looking for the director."
"Oh." Jongho blinks, gaze briefly drifting passed you to see said male rush passed with both Seonghwa and Hongjoong still chasing after him. "I haven't seen him."
"That's okay, I'll just see if I can spot him around." You smile politely, nodding your head at him as you prepare to take your leave.
It's brief, but you swear a look of panic crosses his features for a split second.
"Are you hungry?" His words are a bit rushed, coming out a bit louder than he probably intends.
"Not really-"
"Here." In the blink of an eye, the apple in his hands gets split in two, one half offered to you as he smiles at you eagerly.
"Oh, uh, thank you?" You accept his offering somewhat cautiously, giving him another once over as he continues to stand there with a tense smile on his face.
A moment of silence.
"Have you-"
Jongho's words get cut off by Wooyoung practically tackling him from behind.
"There you are!" He giggles, though the arm he has placed around his group mate looks quite tense.
The others are quick to follow.
"We were wondering where you went." Yunho comments casually.
"So, did you talk to the director?" There's an almost excited gleam in Mingi's eyes as he addresses you.
"There's no need," Yeosang interrupts, stepping in beside you. His hand is placed gently onto your lower back as he begins to guide you away from his group mates. "Come on, it's nearly time to shoot our scene."
Little do you see the looks of complete contempt that follow the male as he leads you away from them and towards the sound stage where two other males stand, watching and waiting with their own looks of ire on their faces.
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kwillow · 1 year
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Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.
(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)
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Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.
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Aaaw, this is too sweet!
Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.
He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).
As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!
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Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!
No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...
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He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.
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He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"
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Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.
And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.
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Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."
I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.
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Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!
He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.
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YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!
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Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)
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Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!
It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!
OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.
Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.
Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.
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omnidemidisaster · 1 year
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Poly Hatzgang fluff
This is everything. This drawing is everything. THEY ARE EVERYTHING-. This is gonna be part 1. Part 2 will be right after this stories events
"Train Ride" Part 1
"Cmon! We are gonna miss the train!"
"Hold on!"
Roy shoved Robert and tried pulling Ross onto the train cart, accidentally pushing Robert into a pole and Ross onto the ground.
"Ow!"
"Shit, sorry!"
Roy looked around the train cart, judgy eyes on them. Roy scowled and help lifted Ross off the ground.
"You both okay?" Roy asked. Robert pulled away from the pole and rubbed his head. "Yea...Be more careful Roy..."
Roy looked down a little in shame. "Anyways, come on. I am not standing for 30 minutes" Ross said, sitting down in an empty spot. Roy sat right next to Ross, Robert joining next to Roy.
"Ugh thank god...I still can't believe the train station is a 15 minute walk from the school.." Ross said. "My feet are killing me...PE everyday isn't helping, haha"
Roy put his shoulder bag on the floor of the train, putting it close to him. "Well, at least we are going home now" Robert said, putting his bag beside him. "Unless you guys got anywhere else to be"
Ross and Roy shook their heads, nearly in unison. "Wanna head to my place?" Ross asked. Roy looked down, uncertainty written on his face. "I want to...its just...yknow how my mom and dad are" Roy mumbled.
Now Roy loved Robert and Ross with all of his heart. He would outright die for them. He wouldn't be as happy in life without them. His parents, on the other hand, feel the complete opposite.
His parents see Robert and Ross as "bottom of the barrel brats". They see them as far below them. That if they were injured, they would turn a blind eye while Roy goes for their assistance.
Robert and Ross didn't hate Roy for his parents views on them, but they couldn't help but hate his parents.
"Hey, whatever happens won't be the end. I promise" Robert said, rubbing Roy's back. Roy smiled a little. "I hope it won't. I am not gonna go back to the start"
Ross yawned, startling Roy a little at the noise. "Hah, sorry. Its just I've been so tired like...all day" Ross explained. Roy shook his hands. "Its fine, so have I. Didn't have much sleep thanks to mom"
Robert raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Roy sighed. "Mom had me go to this girls place to meet up. She really wanted me to like this girl but honestly she is a drag. Had me stay there til like 11 at night"
Robert rolled his eye. "When will your mom ever understand?" Roy shrugged. "Never" Ross laughed at Roy's instant response.
Ross leaned on Roy, not really noticing it. "Hm? You need something?"
Ross instantly backed off. "Sorry, didn't realize" Roy looked down and scooted closer to Ross. "Its fine.." Robert noticed the sleepy wearing onto Roy and Ross. Robert smiled and leaned on Roy.
"Guess we are gonna take a nap?" Roy asked. "Well, we still have 28 more minutes till we get dropped off at the station" Ross stated. "Might as well. We can always continue when we get home after homework" Robert said.
Within a few seconds, the three boys started to doze off on each other. Roy had both Ross and Robert leaning on him, providing a replacement for a weighted blanket.
Roy was just in love and bathing in the body heat. Robert's hand rested on his thigh and his mouth was open, drooling a little. Ross's mouth was also slightly open, but instead of drool there was soft breathing.
Onlookers couldn't help but look at the scene. Some looked in disgust. Some just thought it was cute to see a group of friends just resting after a long day of school.
In the end though, it was a peaceful ride. One they didnt have for a long while.
After 20 minutes passed, an older man stood up and walked over to the sleeping trio and tapped Roy softly on the head.
Roy, looking sleepy, looked up at the man. "I believe your stop is gonna come soon" The man croaked out. "Oh? Thanks...how'd you know?"
The man smiled. "I've seen you boys here everyday on my way home from visiting my grandkids. I just wanted to let you boys know before you miss your stop"
Roy yawned and smiled. "Thank you sir" Ross stirred awake, Robert following suit. "Whats going on?" Robert asked.
"Our stop is gonna come soon. A man just woke me to let me know" Roy explained, digging in his bag for his phone. Ross sat up, making Roy whine a little from the loss of the warmth.
"Well, we have 8 more minutes til our stop" Roy said. Robert sat up as well, but pulled Roy close to him. Ross moved back to Roy, squeezing Roy in between the two teens.
Roy looked down, a little flustered. Ross noticed and smirked, reaching down to grab Roy's hand. Roy looked down at his now intertwined hand, debating whether to say something or not. He wasn't opposed, but he didn't expect it.
After a couple of minutes, the train cart stopped, causing the three boys to stand up and get their bags situated. The three boys headed for the now opened door.
Before they left though, Roy turned around to face the old man, still on the train. "Thank you again!"
The man smiled and watched as he made sure the three boys left safely.
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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months
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Day 5 - Prompt: Accept @pandalilymicrofics
February Daily Series - 803 words
<<<Previous Part OR Start Here
Lily scrunched her nose. “I am not a control freak. I just like things orderly.”
“Sure, baby. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Mary said, smoothing the head wrap around her hair.
“Lily, your notes app is in alphabetical order,” Alice replied. “Don’t worry. You’ll still make a pretty little chaos gremlin very happy, I’m sure.”
“Speaking of chaos gremlins.” Remus leaned against the doorway to Mary’s room. “Mine is here. Can he come in?”
“How long has he been waiting?” Lily asked, then peered past his long legs. “Where is he? Did you leave him in the hall? Sirius!”
“Oh thank fuck,” he said, bounding into the living room. “Lily, please tell Remus his hair looks good!”
“Much better. What did you do differently?”
Sirius bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly. “He let me cut it! Doesn’t he look delicious?”
Lily watched as one of her best friends lost all semblance of dignity and melted into his boyfriend’s embrace, flushing pink. It was exactly what she hoped Remus would find, someone who lowered his walls a little. She was happy for them both, even if she was the tiniest bit envious.
“Never thought I’d see the day that Remus Lupin would accept a compliment,” Mary teased.
Sirius lifted onto his tiptoes to peck at Remus’s cheek, then pushed him gently toward the sofa. “Sit. Let me chat with the girls.”
“Yeah, alright.”
The moment Sirius’s bum hit the edge of the bed next to her, he dug out a black eyeliner pencil from his jeans pocket and held out his phone. “Lils, can you draw stars like this? I want to surprise Remus.”
“Of course I can.” His screen held a picture of simple star outlines on the corner of a girl’s eyes. She took the pencil and reached for his chin.
“Did I hear Mary say you alphabetized your notes app?” he asked. “Mine is a mess! I love it though. Where else am I going to store gems like ‘buy more shite for the pup’ and ‘who named them dog booties? They go on his feet!’”
Mary snorted a laugh and leaned against the vanity. “Please tell me you were pissed?”
“Probably.”
Alice rested her chin on Lily’s shoulder. “Lily has a partner wish list in hers and we were just commiserating over our joint affection for sassy, crystal-loving blondes.”
“I prefer mine obsessed with me, apparently.” Sirius smirked, but he was careful not to move his face.
“Oh, that’s good too! Lils, add that to your list.”
Lily held her breath as she finished the scattering of tiny stars. She wasn’t willing to risk smearing her work for a laugh. As she pulled the pencil away, she studied Sirius and sighed. “I don’t want a stalker, but it would be nice to have someone who took an interest in what I liked.”
Sirius’s smirk widened. “Do you want me to do yours? I can do hearts, or little daisies, if you’d rather?”
“Not in black. Use gold on her,” Mary said, holding out a pencil. “Suits her better.”
Once he was done, Sirius cradled her face. “Perfection.”
Lily scoffed and pushed him away. “Save it for Remus, lover boy.”
Alice looped her arms around Lily’s neck and hugged her tight. “He’s right though, honey. You’re a fucking delight.”
“Alright, alright. Enough flirting. We all love Lily. Let’s go!” Remus called.
The walk to the festival wasn’t long, but they took their time. While he’d never admit it, they all knew Remus’s hip would act up if he pushed too hard. Lily preferred a leisurely stroll anyway.
She wasn’t surprised to see James waving them down as soon as they were in visual distance. Despite her insistence that they didn’t need to meet up, Remus and Sirius guided all three of them toward James’s huddle. They were so painfully obvious about it too.
“Hey! Come say ‘hi’ to everybody,” he yelled.
Alice was walking beside her, chatting idly, until she wasn’t. Lily’s head snapped to the side when she suddenly hid behind her.
“What are you doing?” Mary whispered.
Alice hissed back, “Pretty girl ahead. Oh gods.”
Then, there she was. A petite blonde in long, layered skirts with bangles covering both wrists, rings on every finger, and an elaborate plaited updo. As they walked closer, Lily spotted a septum piercing, half-dozen earrings in each ear, and ochre henna patterns covering her hands.
“Oh no. She’s a horoscopes and crystals girlie,” Alice whined. “I can’t do this. Mary, save me!”
“Relax, baby. Just say ‘hi’ and act normal.”
“Normal? Yes, I’m being very normal about this right now!”
Lily swallowed her own nervousness and painted a polite smile on her face. This would be fine, if she just pretended the woman was a customer at the bookshop.
That’s it! Nothing to worry about.
Next Part>>>
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luvhhannie · 4 months
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“yn!” your underclassman, easel neighbor, hyunjin, whisper yelled at you. you averted your gaze from your phone to his figure as you turn off your phone.
“what is it, hyunjin?” you ask him. he shook his head in disappointment and pointed towards the brainstorm board that the art teacher has made for the class. it was mostly scribbled phrases about concepts and art intentions, as well as color theory and color intention. you raised an eyebrow.
“are you telling me that i’m stupid oorr?” you trailed off. hyunjin sighed.
“no, dumbass, but ms. dawn just told us that one of our pieces should be inspired or a recreation of an existing piece. i know damn well you weren’t listening.” he lectured as you made an O expression. you hummed and grabbed your sketchbook, making thumbnail sketches. he looked over and stared at your moving hands.
“for someone who doesn’t listen in class, i can’t deny the fact that you’re an amazing artist.” hyunjin complimented. the door suddenly opened and you heard murmurs around the room, but you disregarded it, as hyunjin’s compliment was taking over your brain.
“hell yeah i am,” you giggled “but thank you.”
“anyways, what piece are you recreating? what even is your theme?” he asks you. the easel beside you creaked as you thought of an answer.
“hmm…beauty of death and life…i need to do a research on it though.” you said, still making sketches on your sketchbook. hyunjin then began brainstorming on his sketchbook as well, when suddenly you heard voices on your other side.
“myungho-ah! how was paris~? i bet it was beautiful there.” a high pitched voice asked. hyunjin scoffed as your eyes softened. there was a program at your university where a selected few were given the opportunity to visit the louvre in paris. these people are considered artistic and inspirational, and you knew hyunjin deserved one of the spots, yet he never gotten the call.
“it was alright.” the voice simply said. you were too focused sketching on your sketchbook and going back to your phone researching romeo and juliet pieces to feel the other boy’s gaze at you. however, hyunjin noticed it. he suddenly nudged you, making you draw a line across one of your thumbnail sketches. your pursed your lips.
“what was that for?” you whisper yelled at hyunjin. he blinked at you and moved closer.
“myungho is looking at your sketchbook.” he whispered as you move your head towards the other male next to you. you and myungho held eye contact for a second when he went back to his own sketchbook. you shrugged your shoulders and went back to sketching.
“he probably wanted to see what i was doing? i don’t know man.” you said to hyunjin. hyunjin sighed snd continued doing his own thing. after an hour of brainstorming and researching, you finally settled on recreating millais’ ophelia. the beautiful death of ophelia and the liveliness of the flowers made you think that the piece would be perfect for your exhibition. you then got up from your station and walked over to the supply table, where your other station buddy was also at. he watched you as you wondered if you should use a flat canvas or a stretched canvas. you awkwardly stand beside him when suddenly he broke the silence.
“what medium are you going to use?” he asked you. you finally looked at myungho and smiled awkwardly.
“oh, uhm, i was thinking of using oils for my piece…” you said in a meek tone as he hummed. he then pointed to the stretched canvas you were holding.
“then i think you should use the stretched canvas. it’s perfect for oil painting.” he stated. you knew he was right, but you also knew that using a stretched canvas means that you have to readjust the canvas again. in three words, too much work, well, for you. you sighed.
“yeah, i think so too, but it’s just too much work, you know?” you complained to myungho as he chuckled. he grabbed the canvas off your hands and also grabbed another canvas, most likely for his piece.
“i’ll restretch it for you.” he said. you look up at him with wide eyes.
“really? i owe you my life man! thank you!” you said to him as you follow him to the mat table. he readjusted his canvas first as you watch him. you knew how to adjust and stretch canvases, it was just the amount of effort in it that makes you lose interest. he then proceded on to your canvas. he removed the staples from the wooden frame and removed the canvas fabric. he adjusted the fabric on the frame and hold on to it tightly. you were watching intently, not noticing that he raised his head to look at you.
“yn.” he called out your name. you looked back at myungho and just stared at him in confusion. he bit his lower lip and motioned his gaze to the canvas.
“can you let me know if this is good? i don’t know how stretched you want the canvas to be.” he said. you nodded your head, blushing from embarrassment, as you helped him. adjusting the frame and canvas fabric, he finally finished. he held your canvas to you as he smiled softly.
“here you go.” he said. you smiled at myungho.
“thank you, myungho! i really appreciate it a lot.” you said as myungho just walked back to his station and started sketching his piece on to his canvas. you also went back to your station and started sketching. during the whole class, you were able to finish half way blocking in the color on to your piece. during dismissal, hyunjin went up to you.
“you staying here at the studio, or back to the dorms?” he asked you. you mixed the colors on your glass palette as you replied to him.
“i’m staying here, i need to finish blocking in these shapes so it would be easier for me to add the deets during next class.” you said to him. hyunjin hummed and grabbed his canvas.
“okay, just let me know if you need anything. see you around.” he bid farewell as he walks out of the room. at this hour, there would still be a couple of students doing their pieces. right now, only you, myungho and a couple of students are in the room. you noticed myungho beside you organizing his station. he grabbed his canvas and bag and walked out of the room.
“huh, must be nice to be a good artist, not even worrying about the time.” you sighed to yourself as you continue with your art. as you were focused on your piece, you didn’t notice the talk frame behind you.
“woah! that looks so cool!” the person behind you said as you flinched in surprise. you looked behind you and sighed in relief.
“oh, it’s just you, mingyu.” you smiled at the tall male, who was holding two cups of coffee.
“i did tell you earlier i’m gonna visit you. anyways, how are you doing?” he asked as he placed one of the coffee cups on the table next to your easel. you thanked him for it and faced him.
“grab the stool over there and sit next to me, and i’m doing alright…uni is stressing me out.” you chuckled as he sits beside you. he looked at you with concern.
“oh, i get you. just don’t push yourself too hard, okay? i’ll always be here if you need help.” he said with a smile. you smiled at him as you take a sip of the coffee he gave you. sweet, you’ve always liked your coffee a little bit bitter though.
“thank you, gyu. you’re such a sweetheart.” you smiled as you two stare into each other’s eyes. he smiled back.
“oh, you flatter me, but i’ll always have your back.”
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yes or no I x. minghao x reader - ophelia
𓇢𓆸 synopsis: where jaehyun is forced to be yn's wingman for mingyu, but unbeknownst to him, mingyu is also getting some help from his friend.
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𓇢𓆸 taglist (open!): @writingbarnes @90s-belladonna @leewonkyeom @to-mi-yo
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Ok so I have had the self imposed misfortune of witnessing some of the "very missed the mark" takes on Nine or just the show's character portrayal in general and, how can someone be...so mISGUIDED. OUGH!!(snapcube sonic 06 voice)
I do realize that no one with these opinions is probably gonna read this (I mean. I am the Nine The Fox blog basically, what are you doing here if you hate the guy) and also won't change their minds but, I don't care. I'm not making this for those people, I just enjoy writing about this guy and been given the prompts to do so. You may enjoy my uncontrolled ~1,500 words long midnight rambling (yea that's like, a whole one-shot what the fucck)
I should wait until morning to edit this before posting but I just need this out there now I cannot argue with a tired self
> So as I've come to find out, people hate Nine because
A) no drip (he's 8, leave him alone <-summary of this whole end of year middle school essay btw)
B) for "betraying Sonic"
And C) for "being a selfish asshat" (paraphrased from one of the tweets I've read)
> Point A, is one that I agree on just cuz I can. But I find him.much easier to draw than Tails so there's that his overall drip I'd say is 6.3/10 (I do not need to bother with the leg placement just draw the pants!! Three rectangles for the base of the body wohoo) And as said, he is a child. Show me the clothes your 8 year old self was wearing and than we can talk.
As for actual character design aspect (which is something I know nothing about so I'm definitely an authority on this subject /lh sarcasm) I think it conveys the basics of him being a moraly gray character by being literaly dressed in gray. His gloves are black and white with his shirt having small splashes of yellow god damn it. He's not nice or a selfless hero type but also not rotten to the core
> moving onto point B because I really do not want to embarass myself by not knowing caharcter design color theory 101. 🅱️oy oh boy I find it so goddamn silly the more I think about it because Nine is literaly the only character from the entire shatterverse cast that has not used or deceived Sonic once for his personal gain.
All of the characters used Sonic to some extent (exept for Nine, my perfect little guy). The resistance tried to recruit Sonic because he's "fast strong and hates the egg", but they did so out of desperation to save their city. Thron used him to get the shard to "protect the jungle" and Prim sent him after Thorn because she probably didn't enjoy starving to death.
But than you have a certain other character that yall conveniently forgotten about, you know, the one that actually in 4k got caught and displayed openly on screen betraying (using the actual definitionnof the word) Sonic because of nothing but pure selfish greed, and for some reason got away with it.
Dread? The one who figuratively spat in Sonic's face just to get the blue shard for no other reason other than having it in his possesion? He had absolutely no quams about throwing his own crew under the bus (or water ig) lie and manipulate them, death threat and blame them for any of his own mistakes and than abandon them when it was the most convenient for him. (How in the ever loving green hill forest did all of this selfishness get redirected at Nine I cannot—)
Nine did not ever betray Sonic for any reason, actually. Instead, he was the only one to genuinely compliment him (even if not to his face or even in his presence but it was said out loud anyway) and If anything, he made constant little sacrifices in the hopes that once Sonic is done playing around a hero they could finally chill at the Grim.
Nine genuinely admired him (were that opinion stands as of the first teaser of the third season is probably not as high as it used to but it still might be burried under all that percieved betrayal) and felt the affection given was genuine as well. He cared enough about Sonic to offer him a place in his own paradise in making ffs, he also cared anough to leave him to the decision whether he wanted to stay or not (until his better judgement got a bit clouded with all the sudden love Sonic kept throwing his way but more on that later)
So no. I have literally no clue how y'all arived at the conclusion that Nine was only using Sonic for- what exactly? To steal the shards? I guess? But that was never his end goal. Sure he needs at the very least one from the Grim but it was Sonic that wanted the rocks in the firts place, and Nine merely helped him get them. He willingly played prisoner so that they could snatch all the shards at once together likenwhsghsgd how do y'all act as if the finale of the second season was some sort of Nine's evil Master Plan to make Sonic cry huh.
And I've been going on for two and a half hours and should probably sleep so point C) Here's where the gray part of his character comes in again because for people who's only expectation for such characters is that they commit crimes but are hot, when that is not the case it becomes a struggle to comprehend an actually moraly ambiguous character that isn't a generaly nice person that cannot be sexualized (because he's eight goddamn years old)
I mean, he is a complete selfish asshole for abandoning the rebels that weren't even there for him to begin with, seeing as Renegade went on attack before Nine himself stopped him. And he is also an irredeemable monster because he didn't care about finishing a fight in a city that he later and multiple times over made abundantly clear he doesn't care about, obviously, the most selfcentered ass there is. /sarc
I guess those weren't the nicest things he could've done but it were definitely the most logical ones from his perspective.
Was it selfish? Yea, and kinda sorta no? Most of his actions in the show were taken because of or for Sonic, in blind faith maybe, but by definition it's not selfishness if you're considerate of another person's interests and feelings
And the fact he took the shards at the end of season two is a completely different story
Just ough, putting one's self in Nine's perspective. Your whole short life, that also just so happened to be in a tyrannically ruled and industrial hellhole, you've been both physically and emotionally tormented and ostracized for being Different, to which you learn that lashing out and then self-isolating is the best defense you can fall back on. Some time passes and a random blue guy breaks into your house, calls you a slur, talks the most out of pocket shit youve heard but for some reason is also the first person to treat you nicely (+saved you from certain death).
Then one thing lead to another, you end up discovering a void and in it an entire empty universe; a plain desolate desert, but to you and the brand new powers in your possesion, it's a blank slate, new start, a safe heaven you fantasized about since you could remember. All the room and power to create anything that your broken child heart could desire, the wildest shit you could think of, whatever you want, you could make it happen, never having to look back ever again. And for an even better change of pace, maybe even have your first friend around as well. It almost doesn't feel real, but it is.
But uh ohs that very tangible fantasy is threatened(was it real after all? Were you?), suddenly you could loose all of it and be miserable again and by god do you not want it to happen, will you not let that happen, will you snap and bite an anything anyone daring to pose a threat to it. Even if it's that suposed friend that served as a catalyst to all of this.
And wanting to defent the little solace you've finnaly found is somehow.. a betrayal on Nine's part.
And I could do a whole another book on Sonic and Shadow's perspective but it's way too late and I have school in three hours so adios
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Chapter 1
Warnings: alcohol consumption
"To your new life!" my best friend Amelia lifts her martini glass between us.
I take my drink and clink it with hers: "To my new life!".
We have just finished moving all my stuff into my new apartment and are celebrating at a bar nearby. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward to Monday.
I have spent the past five years working as an undercover agent for the FBI and loved every second of it. I loved becoming another person, assuming the name and life story of a totally made-up human I had to bring to life. I loved waltzing between personalities, cover jobs, passions, and hobbies. What's more, I was doing it to catch the evilest criminals in the world. I lived for the rush I felt every time I was able to extrapolate information or click the handcuffs on their wrists. I loved that I could live in so many places in the world.
For the past year, however, I felt it start weighing on my shoulders more and more. The rush of successfully completing a mission had started to last less every time. When I caught the last criminal a month ago, I felt nauseous at the thought of having to start a new undercover mission. New name. New country. New chase. I used to be so excited about the new possibilities it'd bring, but now I wasn't sure I could do it anymore.
On a cold January night in Prague, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI called, offering me a position on his team, and I didn't have to think twice before accepting. I was ready to live a life where I didn't have to constantly look over my shoulder, scared somebody could suspect who I really was. I didn't have to live in a Bureau provided house decorated to the taste of the person I was portraying at that moment. I could finally have my own apartment and decorate it as I wanted, with light-colored furniture and many plants. I was so glad I could finally tell Amelia what my real job was, and I was happy I could live closer to her. I was ready to put down roots. When I landed in DC, I felt like my life was finally going to be exciting again.
"Oh my God, Y/n!" Amelia's voice snaps me back to reality. "I swear what is probably the hottest man I have ever seen just walked in!"
I roll my eyes with a laugh: "You see The Hottest Man You Have Ever Seen-" I draw quotation marks in the air with my fingers-"probably two times a day."
She looks at me with the most serious expression her drunk brain could produce: "I am not kidding. Omg, don't look!". She stops me before I can turn my head completely. "I think they are coming here. Okay, act normal!".
I give her a side look and giggle. It's probably a good thing that I am starting to feel the three lemon drop martinis I have downed so far.
"I just want to be upfront and say that I visually enjoy you."
A tall guy wearing a shirt two sizes too small stretches out his hand to Amelia: "Hi, I'm Derek, and the pretty boy right here is Spencer." His friend lifts his hand to say hi, keeping his lips tightly closed together in an embarrassed smile.
My friend looks at Derek and shakes his hand: "I'm Amelia, and this is Y/n." Derek shakes my hand, too, but he is obviously more interested in Amelia. He strikes up a conversation with her, creating a bubble between the two of them from which the other guy and I are excluded. She seems to be very much enjoying the attention, but I check in on her anyways. She winks at me with a smile. She's okay, so now it's just me and the other guy. The silence is awkward, the music of the bar bumping in my ears. I guess I should probably talk to him. I try very hard to remember his name. Steven? No. Shane? Doesn't sound right. Whatever, I'll make it work.
I turn around and he is still standing exactly where Derek left him, hands in his pockets, looking at his shoes. I run my eyes from his feet to his head. He is tall and lean, with curly hair falling to his ears. He is wearing a slim black suit that looks custom-made, with what I think is a Comme de Garçon cardigan underneath. I can't help but notice the striking difference between him and his friend. Derek is beautiful like a Calvin Klein model, all muscles and cheekiness. Guy is beautiful like snow glistening on a moutain top. He looks like someone who would wrap me in a blanket when I'm cold and make me tea. My cheeks get flustered. He is making me nervous. What is wrong with me?  I hate that he makes me feel like this and I don't even remember his name. I refuse to give in, I'll just try and wing it; it is not like I am ever going to see him again anyways, right?
I turn to him with a smile. "Would you like a drink?" He looks surprised I have even asked.
"Uhm, yeah! I, ehrm, I'll have a Brandy?" His answer sounds like a question, and his cheeks turn red. God, he's so beautiful. I order the drinks and offer him the seat next to me.
"Would you like to join me? It looks like our friends will be busy for a while." I point at Amelia and Derek with my thumb. They are giggling at some joke he made, and their bodies are very close. Guy nods and gives an embarrassed smile, sitting next to me.
I feel rude asking for his name, so I just introduce myself again. "I'm Y/n." I smile and my eyes meet his. I was expecting him to move them away quickly, but, surprisingly, he holds my gaze. Intriguing. His big chocolate eyes are mesmerizing and I feel sweat forming on my palms. Fuck. I give him half a smirk and he breaks eye contact.
"I'm Spencer," he replies with a slight smile. His voice is deep and mellifluous, even if a bit slurred. Oh, so that's what his name was. I like it. I don't know if it is just the alcohol goggles speaking, but he had to barely say a word get me hooked. He clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink and the sight of his lips on the glass is the closest thing to porn I've seen in months, his eyes are on me  when he swallows. I feel very,very warm.
"So, are you guys celebrating anything special tonight?" I make sure to bat my eyelashes. I don't know if I look seductive or absolutely ridiculous, but at this point, I am so drunk I don't care. He fidgets with his long fingers, and I find myself hypnotized by his movements. I can see some of the veins in his big hands and notice he is wearing a watch. I really can't explain it, but wearing a watch is the most attractive thing a man can do. He is a walking jackpot, at least for the night, and I'm all in.
"We were just hitting the bars with our friends. Derek and I were on our way home, but he insisted he absolutely needed another round." He looks amused. "What about you guys?"
"That sounds fun!" I touch his arm lightly. "I actually just moved back to DC, and Amelia helped me with the move. Derek is lucky, she's an engineer and she's really amazing. Anyways, yeah, she lives close by and..." He lets out a chuckle. I realize I have started rambling, which always happens when I'm drunk or nervous, and in this case, I am both. I can't believe that me, the most successful undercover agent of the past five years, known for being a lethal weapon of seduction, is nervous because of a pipe cleaner with eyes. 
"This makes me feel better, I was scared she was gonna be a serial killer preying on hot men." Wow, a joke! It's unexpected and I let out a laugh. If he has noticed my awkwardness, it doesn't seem to bother him. I
 "Why did... hold on, is that a square root of two tattooed on your arm?" He asks, genuinely surprised.
"It is indeed. My favorite irrational number." I take a sip, my eyes studying his face, waiting for the comment about my nerdiness that usually follows the tattoo reveal.
"You have a favorite irrational number?!" His eyes light up, and he seems to get excited. He even stops fidgeting. He has the cutest child-like expression of wonder on his face. I let out a laugh and swing my hand out, faking a condescending tone.
"You don't?" His eyes shine in the dim light.
"Of course I do, It's pi! Wrote my whole PhD thesis on it." 
"You have a Ph.D. in Math? Me too!" 
He moves on his chair, barely able to contain his excitement. "I can't believe it! What was yours on?" His voice raising a pitch, cheeks flustered.
I tell him about my research on Hilbert Spaces, while he stares at me, his eyes full of wonder and, wait, is that desire? My heart is racing faster than Schumacher at the Indianapolis Grand Prix.  
We talk about this for what seem hours, but our brains are so fogged out by the cocktails we've had that we can't keep the conversation focused on the subject. I don't know how, but we somehow morph our mathematical conjectures into full-blown flirting. I guess that's what happens when two nerds meet each other. If I wasn't this turned on, I'd probably find it pretty funny.
At a certain point, I share a theory he doesn't seem to agree with. Suddenly, his tone becomes more authoritative and his voice deeper. I see his pupils dilate, turning in eyes into a midnight. I am attracted to him like iron to a magnet, and I slide closer without even noticing. For what is probably the first time in my life, I don't try to fight his opinion, actually, I am not even listening to it at all.
I absent-mindedly glance at my watch: It's almost midnight and I'm suddenly brought back to reality. I look around, there is no trace of Amelia and Derek, and the bar is mostly empty. I can feel his hand on my knee, which must have travelled there as the conversation proceeded. My skin underneath is burning, and I hope with all of myself that he is feeling the same way. I look at him, and behind his alcohol-hazed eyes I notice lust and a bit of challenge. This cocktail of math talk and lustful gazes is driving me insane. All I know is that he's extremely smart and hot and that I haven't been touched in a while. "Do you want to leave here?" my mouth blurts out before I can stop it. There you go, great job Y/n. Hope you like rejection. I try to fix the situation by looking at him seductively. At least I think that's what I look like. He looks at me with glossy eyes and a huge smile:
"Yes! My apartment is 5 minutes away if you want to go there." He seems surprised by his own words, but excited, and he doesn't stop looking at me. I let out an internal sigh of relief and hope I won't regret this later. I get up and grab his hand, stopping his nervous movements.
" Let's go."
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘; 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 — a CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS PREQUEL
summary: before your deal started, jake had actually tried to kiss you once. but the starboy was not in the best state of mind. the blame? alcohol.
genre(s): best friends to lovers and fluff.
pairing(s): shim (park) jaeyun x fem!reader
warning(s): cursing, alcohol consumption, a drunk jake, mentions of drugs and alcoholic beverages, suggestive.
word count: 1.08k words
CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS MASTERLIST!
author's note: a sneak peek to jake and y/n's story. hope you enjoy! also, jake is called park jaeyun/ jake park bc of story purposes.
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You were always right beside him, you never left his side and stayed loyal to him as if he was your brother. But you always wanted him to be something more.
The shy girl, the one who stayed in the last seat of the row, the girl who was afraid to speak up when she had a different opinion.
Shit! Why didn't I stay home? Why am I here, anyway?
Oh, right!
Jake had asked you to go with him… and you always said yes to him.
Why?
Because you had feelings for him.
This wasn't your ambience, the smell of tobacco, the blasting music, the rooms full of people. They just made you want to crawl out of your skin, the high toned music just raised your heartbeat levels to a different state, the music blasting in your chest as if it could leave a damn bruise.
You could be at home, drawing some of your sketches, but you still agreed to Jake's request. From the corner of your eye, you could see his brother Sunghoon, he was gulping down a bottle of beer with the intentions of running away from a girl that was asking him to dance.
Jongseong was hiding in a corner, just like you, but he had different intentions. He watched with sharp eyes and a cutting jawline, the girl who was Hoon's best friend. She was inviting one of her friends, Hanni, to go to the pool and Jay just kept his gaze protective, watching her every move as he had noticed different boys keeping their eyes on her.
All of them were on a close point of view, except Jake, the one who had invited you to this party after all.
He was the reason why you were there and now he was gone, he had been gone for a while now.
You still wondered how you were friends in the first place, you loved his friendship, but you were so different. The confident and flirty boy, who had a talent with girls, was popular in his high school and was the captain of the football team.
Meanwhile, you struggled to even keep your gaze up when you talked with people, your friend circle was tiny, small, revolving only three people. Danielle, Soobin, and of course… Jake.
"Jake?" You moved from your corner, calling out his name with a small shake in your voice. You knew nobody in the place, except for his brothers, but you were not willing to bother them.
A few bumps went on your shoulders, the people around smelling like plastic strawberry, and their scents were drawn out by the whiskeys and beers that they were drawn into.
How much did you hate alcohol!
Disgusting!
You went upstairs, still looking for your best friend. Your heart beating hard just by thinking about him, but you were also anxious to know where he was and what trouble had he gotten into.
"PARK JAEYUN! PARK JAEYUN!"
The shouts sounded like the voices of the school's football team. He was doing something stupid, you just knew that.
You opened the door of one of the rooms, to find Jake drowning himself into a shot of a clear alcoholic drink, a lot of glasses laying on the table that was right in front of him.
"AYE!" He shouted with a slurred voice.
The boys congratulated him, as if he had just won the world cup.
"I think your girlfriend's here, Jake." A guy said. He was drunk, but sober enough to have a steady voice.
The word 'girlfriend' made the butterflies in your stomach rise up from the anxiety that you were feeling. Shit!
"She's not my girlfriend, bro… But she could be." Jake got closer to you, pressing his hand on the doorway, right where you were standing. A hand on his hip, and the other on the wood of the doorway.
Hearing those words from Jake would make your heart explode. Enough! Stop getting distracted!
"Let's go, Jake!" You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your side, making him follow you.
Shit! He was drowned in alcohol, the scent of his cologne was long gone by then. It was something that you didn't like, because the scent of mint, herbs and amber was your favorite… it was because his cologne had those notes.
You dragged him outside of the house, where a bunch of cars were parked. He couldn't drive in his state, you both could get in an accident and he was your designated driver.
"Fuck! How could you get so drunk?!" You shouted, grabbing the material of the hoodie that he wore, his hair covered by the hood of it.
"I got into the moment, I lost the sense of time." "That's pretty obvious!"
With those words, you felt how Jake made you lean into the hood of a car, the car of somebody that you didn't know.
He placed his hands at each side, causing to be caged by him. "H-have I ever told you… how beautiful you are, butterfly?"
Your heart did a quick leap, your stomach clenching in anticipation.
That nickname always made you weak, to the point that you could be on your knees from your legs almost giving out.
"W-What?"
He is drunk, he doesn't mean it.
Don't get so excited about it.
"Your pretty lashes, your velvet lips, your ebony hair and your candy-like-eyes."
"F-Fuck! Especially your lips!" His hand made itself comfortable on your chin, then trailing to your lips, his thumb becoming naughty and caressing the flesh.
Get away!
His drunk! He doesn't mean it!
"Gorgeous."
You felt him dangerously close, so close that you could feel his breath in your face. His alcoholic breath could be felt on top of your lips, but you ignored it, you felt the need to kiss him so bad.
And you could feel his lips so close to yours, they were almost brushing against the other. Your breath shrieked and Jake almost inhaled your gasp in that instant.
You got him away, but he kept on feeling your scent, he was so close to tasting your pineapple lipstick, he was so close to feeling the aquatic scent of your perfume, the notes of watermelon and cucumber so close to his sensitive nose.
"We should sober you up." Your voice was about to fail. You felt it tremble in nerves, in anxiety, in expectation.
Shit!
Park Jaeyun was going to kill you someday!
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What are your first vs last impression of the demon brothers?
@crazyyanderefangirlfan
Ok Yan, since it's you asking of course I'll answer!
Disclaimer: these are just MY impressions. Don't take offence if I insult your favs. I won't give a fuck anyway (if I'm being honest I actually will give a fuck so please don't make me cry! I'm soft ok!)
Lucifer first impression:
Why does this chest clutching motherfucker think he's so fucking great, yeah he's good looking so what? Did he not choose me to be the exchange student? Why is he giving me so much fucking attitude then? Fucking annoying first born, oh you think your life is hard? Try being the first daughter, I look after my entire family including my older brothers. Unbelievable.
Lucifer last impression:
Daddy let me make you feel good, are you stressed? What am I saying you're always stressed! Let me give you everything you want/need. Let me look after your brother's for you, take a break, get some rest, wanna fuck?
Mammon first impression:
He's so pretty! But why is he always so mean to me? We could be friends man but you're ruining it by all the annoying pushing me away shit. I definitely don't think you're trash? I am also very down to steal from the rich. Bring on the shenanigans! Let's annoy the shit out of everyone!
Mammon last impression:
He's my precious babygirl! My favourite little dumby! My partner in crime! Does mammoney want to cuddle? A kiss? A dollar? Something shiny? He can have it all and more! Out of curiosity/necessity can we fuck on that pool table? Or is that like not in the cards for us? Because I have trick cards that we can use so it becomes in the cards?? Interested? No? Just me? Okkkiee!
Leviathan first impression:
My third crush. Angry little e-boy needs to get fucked, and I'm willing to take that one for the team. I instantly liked him. I love insecure losers, because I am one! Now continue your 3 hour speech about that new anime you're into, I am listening, I am interested, I am wanting to kiss that silly little face of yours!!!
Leviathan last impression:
See first impression, it has not changed. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR. Is what I'd say if I was on trial. He's just such a pathetic nerd and I love that. And you know what, he's got a huuuuge dick and no one can convince me otherwise.
Satan first impression:
Book worm also likes cats. Ok I can dig that, personally I was not fussed on him to begin with, I was like where's the fire? Mainly because he wasn't very into the surprise guest shit and I didn't think it was worth it to spend my dp's on his favourite food for every surprise guest visit. And then I did the gold hellfire newt syrup arc and I was like oh damn there's the fire. Ok ok ok, I can get on this Satan train. I'll buy a ticket to ride.
Satan last impression:
I LOVE FLIRTING WITH HIM!! It's so easy and quite endearing to have him become a blushing mess. Proud member of the anti lucifer league, it gets me the punishment I neeeed 🙏🙏🙏 I also have like a fuck ton of cat pictures on my phone and I know he'd love that.
Asmodeus first impression:
He's pretty, and pink! But kind of full of himself. Originally I wasn't super interested in him, but he kept doing all this cute shit that kept drawing me back in. I want to pet his pretty little head and tell him he's the prettiest little being in all three realms. 🩷
Asmodeus last impression:
Besties! Fuck buddies! Dancing partner! He'll be seeing all of my naughty pictures before I send them because he's the one taking them. I still think he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I'll be telling him that every second of every day.
Beelzebub first impression:
B I G. Like hello up there can I get a kiss? My second crush that took over first place. How could he not? He's so sweet, I want to take care of him. I want him to fuck me senseless every single night. My goodness, when he blushes I swear my coochie swoons. Did I say big already? I did? Ok well I'm saying it again! B I G!!!!!
Beelzebub last impression:
My one truest love. My favourite biggest boi. My sweet pumpkin pie. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I'm completely not normal about him! I can't be, he drives me insane. Fucking BIG!
Belphegor first impression:
My first crush actually! He's just so pretty, and soft spoken and angry and he's so fucking romantic when he wants to be. He blows me away. And the fact that he is fine with me wanting his twin too? My god could he be anymore perfect.....
Belphegor last impression:
Hehe now my second crush! His twin takes first place. Still everything the same as first impression, but like X10 because he killed me. *Swoons* don't ask me to explain, it's obvious.
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Would love to hear your first/last impressions too Yan! Or anyone's actually 😂
@sassykattery @delphi-dreamin @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @yourboyhack @yuujispinkhair
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Round 1 poll 23: Judas Iscariot from the Bible vs Reynard the Fox from mideaval European Folklore
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Judas Iscariot
so i've always been sort of fascinated with the judas kiss as a thing in the bible. i was just always like dang it's wild that that exists. i would attempt to draw/paint/sketch it constantly in high school and i didn't really know why. the way i learned the name of the garden of gethsemane properly was one time i was feeling extremely faint as one does and as i was gripping my head on the floor of the bathroom, face a few inches from the tile, i just heard gethsemane, gethsemane, gethsemane repeating in my head over and over again. and i was like what the fuck is gethsemane and i looked it up and i was like OH. so fast forward a little little bit and i watch the last days of judas iscariot at a formative teenage year of my life and i am WOWED. i watch that last scene with jesus and judas MANY MANY TIMES. i'm OBSESSED i want to carve it out and eat it. after watching the play in full i show it to my actually catholic friend. she enjoys it. something about judas in that play clicks for me, and suddenly there's this whole context for my relationship with judas that makes a lot of sense to me, a traumatized former catholic. i become a HOUND for all media with judas in it. i am like a connoisseur and archive. i am just obsessed with it. i listen to clown bible in full. it makes me cry every time i listen to it. JUDAS by the reverent marigold WRECKS me because it's explicitly about judas as a scapegoat as an allegory for the trans experience with religion and it is a BANGER. like it's so good. i buy a copy of the script of the last days, of corpus christi by terrence mcnally, of judas by jeff loveness. i listen to several versions of jesus christ superstar in full and i am WOWED i did not expect it to be that good. someone on tiktok says that trans men's vocal chords thicken like cis men's on testosterone but don't lengthen, and that these shorter vocal chords make it easier for us to sing in a strong, natural falsetto. and i think about how jcs is full of really high tenors and briefly i start drawing red lines all over my life like, BOY HAS VISION OF GETHSEMANE AND IS TRANS BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE WANTS HIM TO PLAY A PRINCIPLE ROLE IN JCS??? and it's a brief lapse in sanity that i don't take seriously but one of my favorite jcs jesuses also had a weirdly prophetic vision of himself playing the part in jcs (i'm obsessed with him), and i'm like okay. i don't know what to do with all that information. anyway. i haven't played anyone in jcs and likely never will but i am still very attached to judas as like a mythological figure and symbol. i wrote an essay about him for an essay class that ended up being 19 pages unspaced. prof was warned beforehand that it was going to be long and she was very nice and encouraging about it um so thank god for that. yeah i have the absolute weirdest relationship with judas. and it has only been magnified with each new media and seeing people's various takes on judas as either redemptive/antihero/tragic figure/scapegoat/etc etc etc. currently obsessed with the parallels between him and jesus and him and mary magdalene in jcs. jcs ended up kind of extending the obsession to the three of them. i have a bust of jesus looking so so forlorn in my room. impulse buy. anyway. love him deeply obsessed with him turned me insane i think
Reynard the Fox
I feel like a mega weirdo for finding this medieval archetypal creature so endearing, especially considering the atrocities he commits in the stories he’s a part of. There’s just something so fun about a really old story about a bunch of morally grey animals engaging in shenanigans meant to satirize and mirror our society.
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Love those renchanting designs, they look great in your style! You guys have any fun headcanons about them you wanna share? I'd love to hear em!
thank you!! what i love about this ask is that you know my gf and i feed each others brainrot over this. anyways, we got a few
i think martyn is fox coded but lexi says he is more cat coded but also will go with fox coded.
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i need to do a fucking line up but there are so many people thats so many people to draw TAT but really martyn isnt Small, hes 5'8", its just that ren is Massive
ren loves to bite, which was already drawn out by this person, but we also believe that martyn is Into it, and also has gotten to a point where, unless its the neck, he doesnt really gaf.
we both like to make them gnc but martyn is more obviously so. ren paints his claws, and likes to wear long skirts if the weather calls for it while martyn is a lot more creative with his expression
i consider ren more of a shifter than a werewolf, but i still like calling him a werewolf. mandatory moon shifts are still fun. hes also horse sized doggo. he likes to flop onto people he loves, in or out of wolf form. again martyn has gotten used to this.
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i usually don't use the name dogwarts for a couple of reasons, one of them being how i headcanon the red army as a pack, like a proper one and everything. AND OH BOY THAT REQUIRES ITS OWN POST HONESTLY
I AM UNWELL ABOUT RED ARMY
i have many many thoughts abt how ren, martyn, skizz, etho and bigb interact with each other, how its changed their relationships fundamentally with those closest in their lives. ren had false and doc, but now hes got four others who he needs to have close at all times because he wants to take care of them and thats impossible bcus three of them are not on hermitcraft server, theyre not /home/ with him, and it drives him a bit batty and makes it easy to take advantage of him. doc, etho and false can only do so much.
and of course ren and martyn are proper soulmates, not whatever was going on in double life. no wonder bigb thought ren was cheating on him
OH AND I HAVE A WHOLE LIST OF THOUGHTS ABOUT MARTYN AND THE EVO KIDS
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