#hope it feels better in the. morning or at least neutral while i draw lol

[lyriumsings]

i don’t even have the energy to be annoyed when my parents get on their bullshit i’m just like yeah this is why i got a job and why im saving money lol

#keep it up #they’re just bitter and reminding me why i’m gonna move out soon as i can #hopefully i can do it in under two years #gonna try to work on comms tomorrow my sister bent my wrist being a terror #so it’s like weirdly sprained??? or sore?? #hope it feels better in the. morning or at least neutral while i draw lol

[ofmythsandmadness]

stop moving | d.h

you do diego’s eyeliner. 2k words.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

NOTES: gender neutral. long haired diego. i don’t know why i’m writing this and i kinda hate it lol, i rarely write this sort of thing but y’know. i’m going to check all messages, notifs & messed gems in the morning, i’m really only posting this and ghosting again, bc i know otherwise i’ll never do it. and y’know, i want to feel productive about something. take care folks <3

BUY ME A COFFEE HERE. | CHECK OUT MY OTHER WRITINGS HERE.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP MOVING?!”

Hot breath stings your trembling fingers as Diego huffs a laugh; it’s barely a sound, a mumble of a chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through your body and hit your hand and it almost does you in. You almost just give up and confess your undying attraction, right then and there. And as though you need more contact, even more of him pressing against you, egging you closer to the precipice that will surely be your infatuated doom. 

“You’re the one who asked to do this, you don’t get to complain.”

“Well, you wanted it. You agreed to this!”

“I--” another exhale against your hand, another peal of laughter following shortly. You've half a mind to clamp his mouth shut with it, if it wouldn’t ignite yet another ill-thought fantasy of yours. “This was still your idea.”

Your smile buds and blooms despite your brain begging your lips to be still. You can’t help it; he’s too good at weaseling into the cracks of your composure. One look, one soft chuckle and you’re set for life. It doesn’t help that you’re basically on his lap, cradling his face in your hands like he’s a baby, and his own fingers tap-tap-tap away on your hips, creating a rhythm no one else but you can make out. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t totally cracked yet, this close and this personal.

“Shut your eyes.”

“They are shut.”

“No they’re not!” you poke lightly at the fluttering lids. Your lip snags on your bottom lip; a poor attempt to hide a giggle. “I can’t do this with your eyes open.”

“D'aww…” his lids shut as he groans. “So I’m just supposed to sit here? Let you draw on my face in total darkness?”

You click your tongue, half in disapproval in his exaggeration, and half because you’ve won yet again against his stubbornness. “I won’t be long. Suck it up.”

“Sure. Y’know, I have siblings; I know how long it takes them to do makeup, and-”

“-stop moving, asshole!” Your free hand tugs ever lightly on a strand of hair, one of the many that’s slipped out of his ponytail. Repressed thoughts flash in sultry red across your thoughts and you swallow, quickly letting the hair go. “I-I need you to stay still, or this will take forever.”

Diego sighs and his grip tightens around your hips. Before you know it, he’s moving you. “Then stop wriggling,” he grumbles, flattening you against his legs. You’re basically straddling him, at that point, and your mind goes absolutely blank at how much more intimate this feels. Does he notice? Or is this just another friendly motion you’re yet again reading into?

Your mouth tastes of cotton balls and it’s dry as an Arizona summer. Still, you manage an ‘okay’ before readying your pen again. All you can hope for is a steady hand, though by the way he still holds your waist, and how your mouth lingers mere inches from his lips -- well, you’re coming undone.

It’s just eyeliner, you tell yourself. Your hand rises and swipes; black begins to pool its deep colour against his lashes, low and thin. The line builds taller, thicker as you work, extending out to the corner of his eye. As he breathes, and you try to remind yourself how to, the eyeliner pen works its shaky magic and draws the slightest tinge of a wing against his skin. 

“How’s it going?”

At least he’s kind enough to mumble it, though his face still shifts under your hold. Once more your tongue clicks. 

“It goes better when you don’t speak.”

He swallows his laugh; you know, because you feel his throat work as you hold his head steady. It’s strange and exhilarating, to be so close and still so far away. You want to cradle his cheeks gentler, to hold his face with the heart of a lover, but you’re terrified he’ll recognise your touch and realise your feelings. So you barely touch him and remind yourself to be professional about this.

It’s eyeliner, not a rom-com.

“I’m bored,” he whisper whines. 

“Shh.”

“It’s too quiet.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, patting his cheek gently. “M’working.”

“Y/N...”

You pull away and sit back on his thighs. His left eye doesn’t look half bad, but if he keeps talking… “You can’t talk, ‘else it’s gonna look bad!”

“Then you talk!”

You baulk. “What?”

“I’ll be quiet,” he swears, pouting up to you with eyes still shut, “but please, say something before I lose my mind.”

“Well, I-I-what about?”

“I don’t know. Anything.” He smiles softly. “I like hearing you talk. Don’t care what about.”

You could die right then and there. It’s a simple compliment, it’s really the bare minimum, but you’re already head over heels. And just a couple of soft spoken works are all you need to do you in and nearly keel you over, still straddling his muscular thighs.

“Uh…” you cough, forcing out the giddy tremble that threatens to take your voice. No lovesick teen voice today, thank you very much. “Okay. I don’t have much to...well, the other day, I saw my coworker totally wipe out leaving work.” You pause, expecting some reply, but he stays silent. “And he... he ate so much shit, he might as well dunked his head in a gas station toilet. And - and you know, normally I’d try to sympathise, but when you always make a point to park in my parking spot, I don’t care. Brett’s such an ass. And I don’t blame him, cause he’s got an asshole name -- Brett can’t be anything else but an asshole. So it's his parents fault probably but still, I…”

You continue on, slipping from the topic of your coworker to the free muffin you got with your coffee last week, to the prospects of buying a pet to keep your apartment less lonely, and to what probably felt like a thousand and one things ranted at him. All the while your hands continue, making neat work of a task that had just felt impossible.

And miraculously, aside from a chuckle thrown now and then, Diego stays silent. Maybe he actually means it. Maybe he does like your voice -- or he’s so bored he’s falling asleep, you don’t know. But it’s okay, you don’t let yourself linger on that, too content with taking in his relaxed features and the gentleness of the afternoon sun on the two of you.

“Aaaand….there!” With a triumphant shout, you throw the eyeliner to the side and your hands plunge towards the sky, fist-pumping like you’d just won the lottery. Your body bounces up and down on his lap like a child meeting Santa; in your excitement, you barely notice. “You’re done!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup.” You grabble for a mirror, looking away from him for a moment as you reach for the handle. Wiping it off, you’re focused solely on making sure the glass is clean enough for him to see himself in, and your brain is distracted enough to totally forget what you’ve even done, enough so when you look up, all you have is,

“Oh.”

Look, you know Diego is an attractive man. You’ve known since the day you met; he’s a beautiful guy, a handsome asshole who wormed his way into your befuddled heart before you could even learn his name. He’s pretty enough that if he wasn’t so set on his weird vigilante career, he could probably shoot for being a damn supermodel. He’s a catch! But all those years of knowing that and feeling like that could not prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Diego squints at you, cocking his head. “Is it okay?”

“I…” Delicate black lines his upper lash line, making his deep brown eyes stand out even more. He’s smiling still, full lips curving up to only make your heart pound faster. A strand of his hand falls across his face, painting the gentlest of shadows but it doesn’t bother his pretty face. “I...no, no, yea-ah…”

“Wow,” he laughs, jabbing a finger into your side. “Eloquent.”

“I-I-shut up,” you stammer. You force the mirror into his hands and look away. You’re still on his lap, still straddling his lap and the logical part of your brain begs you to get it together and fall off, already. But the stupid, foolish, absolutely idiotic part leaves you paralysed. “Just look for yourself.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for him in the silence. There’s nothing, though, for achingly painful seconds, until the mirror shifts down. “Huh.”

“Huh, good? Or bad?” 

“I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Really? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not bad,” he assures you, his smile evident in his tone. “Just different. Don’t know how to feel about it.”

“O-oh...well, if it makes you feel better, I think it looks great.”

“You do?”

Oh, dammit. That came out with way too much enthusiasm, didn’t it? Your legs are concrete as you shift, face angled towards the floor. Hopefully he’s strong enough to push you off him when your body literally catches flame from humiliation. 

“You look good man,” he mocked back to you. But he’s grinning, egging you on like a child who knows he’s got you twisted around his pinky finger. “Come on, say it like you don’t have a gun to your head!”

And maybe you do, maybe you’re holding the revolver to your temple, just asking to get screwed if you dare speak beyond the most stilted compliment you’ve ever extended to someone. He’s a friend, you remind yourself; friends are allowed to compliment the other. They’re allowed to say they look good and not make it a thing, even if they wish it was a thing, and--

“--hey? You in there?”

“Sorry,” you say to the floor. You swear a thousand curses before looking back to Diego. And, yeah -- he still looks impossibly good. The ageing afternoon sun falls just perfectly against his skin, flushing him into the being of a god, standing in your apartment while you, a mere mortal, remains stuck to his thick thighs.

You gulp in air desperately, trying to catch your gaze on something, anything else -- but nothing sticks. He’s still there, inches from you, desperately aching for you to stare at.

“No, uh, yeah. You look - you look hot.”

Wait.

That wasn’t--

“-I look hot?”

That isn’t what you were supposed to say.

“I,” you have literally nothing to save yourself. This is the end! You’re young Leo and Rose is shoving you off the door and into the icy waters, and you’ve just got one last look at pretty Diego to satiate the freezing burn before you succumb to it. “I...wasn’t...that wasn’t what I meant.”

He has no right to look so smug. But he does it anyway. He leans away from your hands as they flutter through the air on their own accord, looking at you through half-lidded pools of caramel. “You don’t think I look hot?”

“Don’t,” you warn, with little strength behind it. “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m just asking.”

He leans back in. You’re almost touching again. 

Is this weird? This is definitely weird.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and stare back at him. This all feels like fifth grade all over again -- awkward, sticky and like every move is the wrong move. But you can’t stop yourself from playing into his hands, because that sly, shameful part of you wants this more than will ever be admitted. You want him to look at you like this, like you could hang the stars if he asked you to...and you want him to pull you closer, as he does, and mean it.

Could he?

“Would you hate me? If I thought you looked hot?”

Diego head cocks to the side as he seemingly contemplates your words. A nudge meets your side; you look down to see his hands once again reaching for you. Though it's on their own accord this time, gently landing on your left hip, then the right. You shiver.

“That depends,” he says slowly. His eyes narrow, black wings just barely crinkling in. “D’you mean it like, ‘oH, that’s so-oo hot, woW-’”

Your laugh is hardly a whisper. It cracks even before your lips. “Come on.”

“Or, do you…” his fingers dig in a little more. They nudge at the fabric of your top, daring it to move enough so they could cradle the flesh hidden underneath. “You mean it the other way?”

Heart in throat, all the courage you can possibly muster with it, you mutter, “the...other way, probably.” Then a second later, “is that okay?”

“Mm…” His fingers finally reach your skin. You shiver under his touch, warm and unflinching as they brush against the soft curves. Diego’s face comes towards your own and you force yourself not to move. But he doesn’t stop, instead he goes past you, brushing his plush lips against your earlobe. “I would say...that if all this took was making you do my eyeliner, I shoulda asked years ago.”

“I, okay...don’t play with me, here--”

“--I’m serious,” he protests lowly. His lips leave your ear but they don’t run far. Instead, you find them a brush away from your own, just as you were minutes before. Only this time, you don’t try to clamp your mouth shut and skirt away from the touch. You nudge your nose against his own, exhaling softly as more skin meets the heat of his own. “You think I just let anyone sit on my lap like this, without thinkin’ it could be more?”

You shrug like this is normal. Like you’re perfectly at peace with the universe and the way you’re wondering how his tongue would taste, pushing back against your own. “I mean...do you?”

“No,” he chuckles low. “No, I’m...not into friendly lap dances, actually.”

“O-oh. Mm.”

He pulls you closer. He wants you closer.

“Diego…” You’re unravelling. You’re fucking unravelling, unnerved by his voice and his hands and you’re putty in them, all inhibitions sliding away like you’re three drinks in. His hands by your sides leave their marks against your skin; you can feel the pads of his fingers, burning into your skin like they were molten iron and not just mere brushes. “I...”

“Tell me.” He sounds cocky. He has a right to be, even if you’re damned to admit it. “Tell me what you think.”

Your hands shiver up his forearms, clinging to his bare shoulders as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your mind’s going a mile a minute and you refuse to listen to a single thought. You’re only feeling him.

“Y/N…”

“Fine,” you huff, with a smile. Your noses brush again; your eyes flutter shut with his image imprinted against their lids. “I think you look...hot as hell, Diego.”

“Yeah.” He’s grinning; you can hear it in his voice, that smirk that makes your gut flip like a damn rollercoaster ride. “S’what I thought, baby.”

And then he kisses you.

A/N: i normally hate writing oblivious characters but this wasn’t even intentional really. every time i try to write something remotely sexual i just lead the reader into ‘oH tHiS iS jUsT wHaT fRiEnDs Do’ and ‘iT’S wEiRd rIgHt’. to my defense...i doubt you’re on this page reading this expecting good sexual tension. i’m not the tua writer for that; let me know if you want recommendations for that because trust me, there are better authors for that. for now, you get this. <3

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #my writing #this is so random #I just saw a fanart of completely different ppl doing eyeliner and i thought #why not put diego in eyeliner he deserves it

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: Of Lines PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Reader REQUEST: @all-good-things-have-a-ending requested for a college/university au with Arthur x Reader. WARNINGS: Not really? Some mention of divorce and cheating (in the past).  NOTE: This is long again, sorry. lmao Really, this is such a broad idea that it could be a whole thing, so it was hard to figure out where to end this for a sort of one-off thing. Anyway, just some stuff to note. I did shift around the idea of student x professor because it’s got a power dynamic that I’m not a fan of, despite both Arthur and reader being consenting adults in this. So, instead I went with a professor x professor thing with some compromise on that. However, I hope it’s still good. I rewrote parts of this multiple times so I hope it worked out nice in the end. lol This can also be read as gender neutral, there’s not much focus on the reader’s gender.

With it being a familiar university, you figured it would curb some of the anxieties you had about this. 

Yet, you felt like a new student.

However, it had been a good couple years since you were a student of anything. This time it would be a role reversal where you weren’t the one sitting in one of the chairs in the lecture hall, hoping the professor had a good vibe about them and that the course material wouldn’t be too brutal. No, you were the one standing in front of that student and many others just like them. Thankfully, you didn’t have to deal with the eight-in-the-morning stares of a way too early history course but the idea had your stomach twisting something bad at points. 

You were in charge. You knew the material and you had your lecture notes, just had to...give a little introduction to yourself and the course layout and worry about the content the next day. 

The thought pulled a small sigh from your nose, something grounding as another dull ding of the elevator told you that you were arriving at the floor you needed to be on. 

Thankfully, the first thing you had was an office hour that could allow you to collect yourself before you started your day of lecturing. You weren’t expecting any students, not on your first day. The university was still pretty small, newly minted and trying to make a name for itself, and you knew the office building was a bit of a mix and match. You knew you would be sharing the office space with someone, as it had been in your previous institution. 

Walking down the hall toward the door you were looking for, having chanted the name a couple times coming in order to find it, you were greeted by a somewhat animated student stepping out of the door, talking quickly with someone sitting just inside. Well, there went your hopes of having the space to yourself for a bit. You tuned out the conversation for a moment, glancing up at the names beside the threshold of the door. Only two, your name, seasonal instructor, and an Arthur Morgan, Phd. 

The name gave you pause, your eyes narrowing a moment as a small pang of familiarity hit you. Morgan. Morgan…

“Well I’m gonna go over that project in class, so don’t go worryin’ too much about it right now, alright?” 

You glanced up at the voice, now much clearer as a man stepped out from the doorway as the student he was talking to slipped by you with a small nod and wave. His face hit you instantly, though you knew he had aged some over the last couple years. Little less lively, looking somewhat tired, despite the somewhat friendly and inquisitive stare he gave you in return. 

“You here for the office hour?” he asked, “I got some time right now for a couple minutes, if that works. What course you in?”

“Oh, I’m not in any course,” you replied quickly with a small chuckle--he didn’t recognize you. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or a little disappointed about that.

“I’m actually just looking to get into my office…” you continued, pointing slightly toward the empty desk space behind him. 

“Oh,” he replied, the surprise that touched his expression a little amusing, “Ah, right--course you ain’t. I’m sorry, it’s been...a mornin’.” 

“Yeah, I can relate,” you said, stepping in after him once he had turned with a somewhat heavy sigh. 

You placed your things down on the desk, letting out a small breath through your nose. This was an interesting turn of events. You knew you might run into the professors you had been taught under, coming to teach at the college, now university, that you had got your degree from before moving on. He had aged a bit in appearance from what you remembered of him, but you recognized his voice. Out of all the people you could have been sharing office with, it was that old professor you had wished you could have strangled when you were a student. 

Taking a Fine Arts course for the credit had been required for your degree, and taking a fundamentals to traditional drawing had seemed like easy credit. Maybe it would have been, if it hadn’t been Arthur teaching it. He had seemed nice enough--laid back teaching style, admittedly nice to listen to and you had certainly heard enough comments about how he wasn’t hard to look at either. Yet, when that first project rolled around, things changed. Sandwiched between a couple heavily essay focused courses, trying to work on a drawing seemed easy enough that you hadn’t given it much thought, and he had been quick to kick you in the teeth for it. The grade had been bad and his comments seemed...overly nit-picky at the time. His previously laid back attitude had started to come across as arrogant to you soon after, making him your least liked professor that semester. 

You had finished his course decently enough after that, making it a semester goal to make the final project to his liking as a sort of metaphorical flipping off. ‘I am listening and did retain your lessons, you ass.’ 

You had drank after finals to moving on from his course. 

“You teach here before?”

The question pulled you from long dead and buried frustrations, your gaze lifting from one of your lesson plans toward where he was leaning back against the chair. You wanted to laugh--if only he knew. 

“No, this is my first year here at least. I did teach at another institution in the city for a couple years, but got a better deal here.” 

“That explains it,” he said with a small nod, pausing a moment before he extended a hand out toward you, “Arthur Morgan, Fine Arts professor.” 

Yeah, you knew. 

“History. Seasonal, for now,” you replied after gripping his hand, followed by your name. 

There was a touch of something in his expression, a slight narrowing of his eyes. You thought for a moment that it clicked and he remembered you. However, if he did, it wasn’t commented on as you broke the handshake, turning back to his work after a small grin and nod. 

A part of you was feeling somewhat grateful for the conversation being dropped. 

                                                             ***

After the first initial weeks, putting names to faces and breaking into the course material, things started to fall into place for you a bit more. 

Really, it started to feel more like how it was at your other institution. Though, with it being a smaller university, that meant smaller classes. Your introductory ones were a little fuller with people taking them for the required credit, your higher level ones thinning out a bit. However, that wasn’t a terrible thing, those courses starting to feel a little more relaxed than your others and it put less on your plate in the long run. 

Your continued office hours with Arthur were going alright, too. The two of you managed to work around each other, knowing you tried to tune out the conversations he had with his students and Arthur doing the same with the odd one that would come to you for advice. However, from the office hours you remembered having with him, the ones he had these days seemed a little more...forgiving. Granted, you had avoided going to him for anything while you were a student likely on pride alone, but the odd time you had it was an experience that you had wanted over with quickly. 

Perhaps he could tell. Still. 

Yet, there was the odd time you would be interrupted by his cellphone and the odd grumble about it, Arthur usually hurrying out of the room to answer it. There was the odd time he would shoot you and/or the student you were advising an apologetic smile before slipping out. 

You didn’t want to dip into his personal life. He had his good days and bad days. 

Though, you really weren’t expecting to walk in on it. The campus had a small coffee shop that it seemed both professors and students frequented, yourself included during the time you had between classes to eat. However, you were surprised to see a familiar figure waiting in line, talking quietly into his phone. You really didn’t want to surprise him or eavesdrop, but with how the line was currently set up, it was kind of hard not to. 

However, much as you had your gripes about him from your time as a student, you wanted to respect his privacy. Still, he seemed to be in some heated argument with someone, his tone quick and stiff. You were somewhat familiar with it, though not in this context. Yet, he fell silent as the other person on the line seemed to talk, Arthur bowing his head as he ran a hand across his face. 

Though, you found your gaze dropping as he seemed to look around himself as he listened. His gaze landed on you for a moment before he continued on in a more even tone with his conversation, seeming to wrap it up as he hung up with a sigh. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to look as awkward as you felt. 

“The food here any good?” he asked, casting you a glance over his shoulder somewhat. You pulled your gaze away from his own to glance toward the menu, twisting your mouth to the side somewhat. 

“I think they’re locally made, so I don’t want to say anything bad. Could be worse, I haven’t gotten sick or anything.” 

Arthur hummed lightly, somewhat amused but it wasn’t hard to see the tension lingering. 

“Well, it’s either this or nothin’ for me today, so guess I’ll have to take your word for it.” 

“The coffee seems to be the popular choice, anyway,” you continued, shrugging before glancing down at your phone to check your email a moment while you waited. A couple automatic reminders, students telling you of sickness, and a few questions you still had to answer. 

“You wanna eat with me?” Arthur asked, causing you to glance up with slightly raised eyebrows. 

“Sure, why not?” you replied with a small shrug. You were colleagues, it wasn’t some taboo thing. 

Not that you were thinking of him in any other way. That train of thought pulled a small tightness to your brow, a frown tightening somewhat on your face. You really didn’t want to think too deeply on it, but being back on this campus pulled a lot of interesting acknowledgements forward. Perhaps you had to set aside your judgement you had made of him as a teacher, and...well, there had been a part of you, even back then, that had wanted to impress him. You had told yourself it was some wounded pride, yet you had to wonder why it was that class. It had been something taken just for the credit. 

Maybe we should stop carrying on like a child. 

You placed your order, picking up the coffee and one of the pre-made sandwiches from the stand before following Arthur toward one of the free tables. 

“I...I’m sorry ‘bout the phone calls,” Arthur said after a moment once you had sat down across from him, causing you to raise your eyebrows slightly before shrugging. 

“They’re not as disruptive as you think,” you replied around your own shrug, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Universe seems to know when you’re around so you can witness ‘em…” he muttered into his own cup, removing the lid as he tested the heat of the beverage. 

You watched him for a moment, knowing you should just leave it at that. Enjoy your food, at least as much as you could, and move on. Yet, you found yourself biting the inside of your cheek, the cardboard sleeve of the coffee cup warming the tips of your fingers as you hovered your hand around it. 

“...You okay?” you asked, bracing yourself to pull back if you crossed some sort of boundary. 

Arthur glanced up at the question, meeting your gaze for a moment before dropping it again and shrugging as he took a sip from his own cup. 

“Sure,” he replied, leaning back in the chair somewhat, “Just...some personal issues. It’ll be resolved in a couple weeks, can just...move on from it.” 

“It can be hard to leave that stuff at home,” you replied, nodding your head, “Went through the ringer myself in my second year teaching.”

Arthur let out a small sound from the back of his throat, something close to agreement. You started to eat a little in the silence that followed, though the admission that followed had it hard to keep the touch of surprise out of your expression. 

“I’m gettin’ a divorce,” he stated, not looking up from where he was studying the surface of the table. 

“...I’m sorry to hear that,” you replied after a moment, watching his expression as he shook his head. 

“Picked the worst month for it, feels like I’m goin’ through the motions here with all that in the back of my mind. Ain’t so bad when I know I’m not gettin’ a call in a bit, but feels like she’s expectin’ me to drop everythin’ because she’s still tryin’ to move out. I know my schedule isn't makin’ that easy.” 

“That’s...messy business,” you replied with a small nod, glancing down. “I, uh...I got cheated on a couple years back in the middle of a semester. Had to try to run a lecture during the same week, fielding the...stupidest questions while holding that in my chest and had to look the bastard in the face at the end of my days trying to split up our stuff. It really feels like you’re going through the motions, but...it’ll feel more natural again after a while. Though, I imagine I went a little hard on undeserving students during that point.” 

“Hell I’m probably doin’ it, too,” Arthur returned, causing you to chuckle lightly. 

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” 

“Why’s that?”

You glanced back up at him, a small grin pulling at your expression as you raised your eyebrow. “You really don’t recognize me, huh?”

The completely confused expression that tightened his expression almost had you laughing again, Arthur taking a moment to really look at you. Being under his gaze had you almost wanting to squirm and glance away, but you had started this whole thing. Eventually, there was a shift in his expression, his head lifting somewhat before he was leaning back. 

“You were in one of my classes,” he stated around a small huff, causing you a nod with a grin bit back. 

“A good couple years back, yeah,” you said, “You made it hard to forget, considering I was pretty convinced you made it your mission to rake me over the coals for a fundamentals to drawing course.” 

You were expecting some defensive remark, for him to lean into that small voice in the back of your head that told you that you hadn’t really applied yourself in that class until he forced you to. Yet, he just ducked his head slightly, letting out a small huff of a chuckle. 

“...I was a bit of a cocky bastard when I was younger,” he replied, “Might’ve been feelin’ a little showed up by some of my students. Y’know, ‘those who can’t do, teach’.”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s not true,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck somewhat, “Though, I’m happy to see you stepped off that a bit over the years.” 

“Sure,” he said, meeting your gaze with a small grin pulling at his lips, “Though, I grade fair. Always have.” 

“Yeah, well...I might not have been giving much of an effort until you showed me that wasn’t going to work. I thought it would be easy credit.” 

“Well, guess we both had somethin’ goin’ on with that.” 

“...It was still an introductory course.” 

“Alright, alright.” 

You both shared a bit of a chuckle after that, the tension somewhat stepping off. You weren’t so foolish to think it wouldn’t exist after, but it felt nice to sidestep some awkwardness about you having to share space with him multiple times a week. You shared some small talk about your classes for a while before separating to finish off your days. 

Though, when you returned to your office to collect some things, you found a note sticking to one of your folders that you hadn’t put there. Pulling it off, you were met with unfamiliar handwriting. 

               I feel like I crossed a line today by telling you all of that. If I did, I’m sorry. Still, I didn’t get the chance or really thought to say so, but thank you for listening.  - A. M. 

                                                                  ***

This really wasn’t turning out to be your day. 

A hell of a day, too. The last day before a reading week and you could tell most of your students had checked out, something you were close to doing so yourself. Teaching a class at seven at night was always a bit brutal, but after knowing your car had sputtered out a final goodbye as you were pulling up to campus that afternoon and that you would have to take the bus home? Well, it sucked. 

You let out a tired sigh as the elevator came to a stop on the floor you needed, planning on just picking up a couple things from your office for the break before taking this adventure home. The evening was darker than you had been expecting with the rain that had come over the afternoon, falling steadily now as you noticed through one of the windows in the open doors you passed. Great. 

Though, you were surprised to see a light on in your office. You had been under the impression that Arthur’s classes had wrapped up well over a couple hours ago, catching him moving between reading something and checking his computer in the light of the desk lamp. Pausing at the door, you couldn’t help but curse your luck somewhat. 

You could admit that things had been pretty well between the two of you after that one lunch, even having a couple more over the months that followed. Perhaps things even started to lean a bit into a solid friendship, though it was hard to deny that small part of you that spoke to some type of attraction toward him. It really was something you kept shoving down as the days went along--he just got divorced, you should just keep things somewhat distant from that. Yet, it was hard not to notice the growing closeness, the shared jokes, the knowing looks and smiles when getting done with dealing with particularly difficult students. 

At the moment, however, you really just wanted to pick up your things and wallow in a bad day on a bus ride home. 

Yet, it was hard to do so in a particularly silent building, walking over to your desk and rummaging through your folders had him jumping slightly, glancing in your direction before letting out a breath. 

“Christ, could’ve knocked or somethin’,” he remarked, causing you to glance his way somewhat sheepishly. 

“Sorry, just needed to grab this.”

“You usually workin’ this late?” he asked as you turned around, placing your things down on the desk beside you. 

“This semester, yeah. I just got done with my last class,” you replied, shaking your head, “Now it’s just a long bus ride home. Hell of a way to start my break.” 

“You takin’ the bus? In this?” he asked, glancing toward the window with the heavy droplets of rain still hitting the pane. 

“I don’t have a choice,” you said with a shrug, “My car gave up after driving here, I had to get it towed.”

“Well…” he started around a sigh, glancing back toward his things before checking the time on his laptop. You caught onto the next part of his statement, your hands raising somewhat at your sides. 

“It’s not really a big deal, you don’t need to offer…” 

“You guessin’ my words before they leave my mouth?” he returned around a small huff, glancing back toward you, “Where in the city do you live?”

“Just a little outside it, about fifteen minutes from here,” you replied, “By car, at least.”

“That ain’t too bad,” he replied, “I can drive you--if you’ll let me.”

“...Well, I’m not exactly excited to be taking the bus at night and standing in the rain,” you remarked around a soft chuckle, “I...wouldn’t mind that, I guess. I’ll have to return the favor someday, if I can.” 

“Eh, sure. It’s fine. Just give me a couple minutes here.”

You nodded, feeling a touch of relief at not having to take the long way home, yet there was now a twist of anxiety about taking this car ride with him. Things had been pretty friendly and professionally distant for some time, the odd line stepped over every now and again but nothing extreme. Now this? 

It’s a sweet gesture, you thought as you flipped open one of the essays you had to grade over the week break, there’s probably nothing more to it. 

Still, you found yourself accepting it in the long run anyway, following him down toward the car park a couple minutes later. A bit of a beat up old truck, actually, though it still looked modern enough--which you should have expected from him. Much as he was spending his day teaching artistic young adults, he still had a way about him that made him stick out a bit. You knew you hadn’t been expecting the southern drawl when you had him as a professor those years ago. 

“Air conditionin’ sucks, but the heater’s good at least,” he remarked as you climbed into the passenger seat once he had unlocked the door for you, “Though, considerin’ the night, that’s probably for the best.” 

“Good winter car, at least,” you remarked, doing up your seat belt as he fiddled with the air and radio a moment. You could pick up on the familiar voice of the local talk radio host, something your own father listened to quite a bit. 

Interesting choice, you thought while trying to hold back a chuckle. 

Arthur started up the truck, finally pulling out from campus as you gave him your address. Really, it was hard not to feel a little awkward to be sitting in his car like this, much as you were grateful for the offer. You tried not to give into the urge to dig around, a nervous habit--always had to do something with your hands. Instead, you let the lull in conversation fall off somewhat as you listened to the rumble of the engine, the faint voice of the radio host, and the rain against the roof and windows. Still, you couldn’t really help yourself--

“You really are a lot more modern cowboy than I had been expecting,” you commented, earning a quick laugh, something genuine. 

“Yeah, goes a little deeper than the accent. Just the way I grew up.” 

“So how’d you end up here?” you asked, glancing toward him. You were aware it was a bit of a bold question, but you had been feeling a little more comfortable about that lately. With him, at least. It was something you could overthink later (or kick yourself over later if he brushed it off.)

“What, the city?”

“Sure, teaching.” 

“I can draw,” he said around a small chuckle, “Had a friend get my foot in somewhere, allowed me to get into college and it took off from there.” 

You nodded, taking that in. You knew he really wasn’t all that older than yourself. You had started college as a mature student after giving up on the idea for a while, going back after you found yourself considering it again. 

“I wish I had a more interesting story, but mine lines up pretty well with that,” you replied around a soft chuckle, “Minus the foot in the door, but I had a couple people push the idea after drifting around a bit after high school.” 

“Yeah, that sounds pretty common,” he remarked. 

“Thanks for doing this, by the way,” you said after a beat, “You could have left it at a ‘that’s too bad’ and let me sort it out, and I wouldn’t have been mad.” 

“Eh, it’s nothin’,” he said, glancing toward you for a moment, letting out a small sigh through his nose as he looked back out at the road. “Don’t have anythin’ waitin’ on me back home, anyway.” 

You hummed, nodding your head lightly as he seemed to let the conversation fall again at that. You noticed the tightening of his hands on the wheel for a moment after. The written words of that little note sat in your mind a moment--more about crossing lines. Really, you found yourself wanting to ask how he was doing with all of that. You had noticed the phone calls had become less, Arthur’s energy picking up a little but it was hard to tell sometimes if he really was doing alright. Still, if he wasn’t going to expand on that, you weren’t going to push it. 

Really, the weight of the day seemed to press down on you a bit, making it hard to keep up with heavy conversation anyway. You watched the scenery roll by, familiar at this point. Eventually, you could pick up on the landmarks that suggested that your neighborhood was coming up. You directed him around the turns until the familiar building came into view, Arthur pulling up into the driveway. 

“Well, this is it,” you said around a somewhat tired sigh, “Thank you, again.” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he returned. 

You paused a moment, knowing you should just open the door and get out. However, his little offhand comment seemed to sit in your mind for a moment, making you bite the inside of your cheek. You knew you were going to leave it be, yet--

“You, um...are you going to be okay?” you asked, meeting the somewhat confused look he had been settling you. 

“Oh--yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he returned quickly, waving a hand. “Not even sure why I said that, just slipped out. I’ve been...gettin’ used to it again, you don’t need to worry.” 

“Well...in the vein of saying things we maybe shouldn’t say, I do find myself wondering about how you’re doing anyway,” you replied, “But alright. I’ll see you after the break.” 

You opened the door at that, stepping out into the cold spray of water before shutting the door. You knew your last words were bold, but you had found yourself saying them anyway. Perhaps a part of you wanted him to know that someone did care. However, you didn’t get to linger too much on that thought as Arthur’s voice cut across from the driver’s side of his truck. 

You paused as he lowered his window, stepping back toward him as he leaned against it somewhat. 

“I...you’re free to forget I even asked, but you doin’ anythin’ for the break?” 

You blinked against the slight sting of rain in your eyes for a moment before shaking your head with a shrug, feeling the wetness starting to soak into the neck of your shirt and jacket. 

“You want to...I don’t know, get coffee? Have a meal?” 

“...Is this as friends? Colleagues?” 

“Well...I wasn't quite thinkin’ of it that way,” he remarked, almost lost to the sound of the rain around you. You could feel your heart thud, a shiver ripping through you from the cold as you felt the rain soaking the top of your head but you could feel some heat touch your face. 

“Alright, sure. Why not?” 

The relieved grin that touched his face was almost enough to make your night. You knew there was a part of you that would question this, already feeling that pulling at the back of your mind as you put your cellphone number into his phone. He just went through a divorce, you didn’t want to deal with this if he was just looking to use you to sort through all of that. 

However--well, it was just a meal. You could figure that out from how that goes. It wasn’t enough to quell your excitement, at least. 

You would have laughed at the idea all those years ago that you would be willingly going on a date with professor Morgan, bane of your existence, but the thought left a smile on your face for the night anyway. 

#my writing. #arthur morgan x reader

[prose-for-hire]

Christmas Angel

[This fic is part of my (super late) 12 days of Christmas]

Pairing: Charles Gunn x reader

Request: can you please do a Gunn x reader one shot with the prompts “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” and “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not”

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Like one swear. Reader really doesn’t like Christmas. Gunn uses the nickname ‘angel’, just in case you don’t like that lol (it is teasing).

You weren’t big on Christmas. You hadn’t celebrated with any family for such a long time. It hadn’t really been much of a big holiday even when you had. You felt a little trapped back home, which is why you had moved away as soon as you had.

It wasn’t even just Christmas you didn’t enjoy. It was winter. You didn’t particularly like snow once the novelty wore off and you were just sliding around and incredibly cold. That’s why you decided Los Angeles was the perfect place.

You had been a little bit of a loner when you first moved to the big city but you eventually made some friends and found a really great place to work. Saving the World no less.

You had told them dryly that you had expected to get a cape at least with your new job but alas you were just given an empty coffee cup that you were allowed to personalise yourself. You chose not to bother.

Along with your own mug, you were also given a few other benefits. Such as a half-decent paycheck; A stake-licence and, I suppose, bragging rights that you were part of the ‘good fight’. Whatever that meant.

But the biggest draw, the thing that got you up every morning and almost giddy with excitement (that you never let anyone see) was that he worked there too. Gunn.

He was funny, attractive and he had such a big heart. If you were a different type of person you definitely would have swooned whenever he entered the room.

You had a fun relationship, you would bounce off each other. You could tease each other, enjoying the back and forth without taking anything too seriously. Little did anyone know, this was your way of flirting.

You weren’t great with feelings. Vulnerability sickened you and you hadn’t cried in public since you lost your mother in the supermarket when you were five.

You had scoffed at the decorations when you walked into work that morning. It was November for God’s sake. Fred and Cordy had been waiting everyone to arrive and compliment their decorating skills. You bypassed them, going straight for your mug. You identified it easily as the only one that was still plain white.

You made your morning hot drink and listened as Gunn complimented the girls nodding that it was new… and bright. That made you smile. He continued telling to them that he really liked it. But when you turned, you saw that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to continue the compliments.

“Uh, it’s y’know…” You said hoping someone would finish your sentence. You rolled your eyes when they didn’t, “Green. It’s very green”

“Aw, y/n come on. We know you can do better than that!” Cordy persisted, she liked to needle you because she could sense how nice you were really. Underneath it all. Which you appreciated but it did make you uncomfortable. That she saw through your front. The team was fond of you, you never really knew why but you did like them you just didn’t really know how to show it any differently.

“I like green” You stated before turning to the stack of files and sifting through them, sipping from your cup.

Gunn smiled softly as he watched you just walking around doing what you usually would. He really liked you. Wanted to spend the entire day with you, the nights too. His eyes followed you around the room. He didn’t know how to approach you, you were kind of intimidating and besides he didn’t really want to lose what you already had. He saw you as his closest friend, his partner in fighting demon-related crime.

It had taken a while for you to be comfortable enough with him to even tease each other like this. Because it was you being nice, he could feel it. Plus, he had seen you angry. It was scarier than the demons you fought each day.

You looked up and he looked away, towards where Angel had just emerged from his office. He also had to tell the girls that he liked the pretty decorations they had spent a long time putting up. You squinted at him, but shrugged. You thought if he had liked you he would have said something.

No, it was one-sided and you were in deep. Cursed to sail the choppy waters of unrequited longing for as long as this affection would last. In fairness, your feelings for Gunn had lasted a lot longer than the liking you had harboured for any other.

It did annoy you at times, the way you waited to have time alone with him. The way seeing his smile lit up your day. His laughter the most-played track in your mind.

You scanned your eyes down his athletic frame, he was leaning against a desk with his hands in his pockets.

You were staring. Again. You looked around the room, where talk had turned to Christmas plans past and future. Angel had caught your eye, he knew brooding over a love you didn’t think you deserved. If there was ever a person that understood, it was him. He raised his eyebrows at you and you just glared, snapping your eyes away. He smiled, shaking his head.

During this non-verbal conversation, where Angel was willing you to embrace your vulnerability and you were doing the most to get him to read ‘fuck off’ from your face (which he got by the way), Gunn had pushed off from the desk he was leaning against and had made his way over to you.

“Hey, morning, angel” He said this to you. He had started to call you angel teasingly. He did this because you thought it was sickly. And, more personally, because of the affection he held for you.

“I’ve told you before that’s confusing when you work with an Angel” You muttered, but he grinned. That wasn’t why you didn’t like it.

“What about you, huh? What are your plans this year?” He pushed on, ignoring your usual eye roll at him.

“What?”

“Christmas”

“Oh, that” You muttered, hoping you had moved on, “I plan on sleeping through it. Maybe drinking through it. I’m still deciding between the two” You looked up, as if this was a really important decision before getting back to the file you were pretending to skim-read.

It was too hard to concentrate with him so close. He had started to wear a cologne, maybe it was an aftershave you weren’t sure, that smelled so good. You wanted to embrace him every time he was close as it was, but he smelled so good. You wanted to rest your head in the crook of his neck and inhale. Land a kiss, perhaps…

You had zoned out, staring at the space beside the crook of his neck. He waited for you to blink before rubbing the side of his neck in case there was something there. He hoped it wasn’t a demon bug that had bitten him. He really didn’t need to be the next spiderman.

“Why don’t you do Christmas?” He moved the conversation on, not willing to part with you yet.

“Maybe you should ask why you do Christmas? What has it ever done for you?” You asked. You were being unnecessarily harsh on the holiday, you could feel it but you had your reasons and you just didn’t like it, “I like my own company, oh and Santa isn’t real”

“Don’t lie, I met him one year” He claimed which actually made you snort and look up. He smiled, pleased with himself that he had made you smile. He eventually went to his own work area, getting into it. The research was boring, but having you across the room was worth it.

He found himself reading your facial expressions over the book Wes had given him. You were thinking. He wasn’t convinced that you did entirely only enjoy your own company. He hoped that you liked him even a fraction of the way he liked you.

He asked several times through December, trying to gauge just how alone you were going to be. You explained the same thing each time, but every time you said it you could acutely feel it getting sadder and sadder. Until you refused to reply anymore.

Turns out, he heard from Cordy that you really didn’t celebrate. You call home sometimes, maybe buy some kind of discount dessert after the fact, but other than that, nothing. Cordelia would usually invite you places for holidays but you were free of that particular drama this year as she was visiting her family where they relocated after Sunnydale collapsed in on itself.

In the middle of December, your true love gave something to you. A brand new, hot off the presses festive moniker.

“Hey, Christmas Angel, how’s things?” He gestured at you with his head as he asked and you lit up inside. You loved when he came to check in on you. But you kept your face neutral as you replied.

“Dark and dangerous, the usual” You shrugged, before realising what had been said, “Wait, what did you just call me?”

“You answered, so, must be your new nickname” He shrugged, a wide grin as he walked off, “Don’t make the rules!” He called over his shoulder as he could tell you were floundering to respond with some kind of comeback. You could feel the mischievous intent from across the room where he was now sat.

You were still for a moment. The letters of the name pouring like sand through a hourglass in your mind. It was only a matter of time with this and you were starting to feel it.

That nickname was dangerous. It had grown on you. It made you begin to soften. You thought it was stupid, but he said it to you. He only ever said it to you.

He continued to call you this, much to the rest of the team’s amusement (and knowing looks that they shared about you both) through the rest of the month.

You all got Christmas Day off. Even Angel had plans by this point, it was now Christmas Eve after all. Him and Wesley had invited you too, you almost told them that you would rather stick pins in your eyes (the conversation would be dead, not just because of the obvious dig at the other guest). But, you chose, in the spirit of Christmas and all, just to politely decline.

Gunn watched you interact with the others, he saw the mask slip even only slightly. And thus, on Christmas Eve he had started to plan something he had been considering for a while.

Christmas Day rolled around and you were staring at the tv, feeling so very bored. You were almost regretting getting stuck in some dusty read-a-thon with Angel and Wes (you were, of course aware that the men could be fun but it was just easier to say this to convince yourself you were better off on your own).

As you considered calling someone, anyone, there was a knock at the door. You frowned but walked over there. You smiled, pretty wide when you checked through the peephole who it was. You swung the door open and there he was.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Gunn shook his head at you and didn’t wait to be invited in. He just walked past you and made himself at home.

“Gunn, you really didn’t have to-”

“I want to. I like spending time with you, anyway” he shrugged, “’Sides I’m just showing you how it’s done” he added a glint in his eye as he took large amounts of food from the bags he had brought with him. It was all going to have to be reheated but you couldn’t stop smiling as he started to busy around your little kitchen. He noted you really had been sleeping through the day. There was a blanket and a pillow on your sofa and the tv remote had been chucked on top as you went to answer the door.

It made him more determined. He didn’t want to think of you alone, no matter how much you insisted you enjoyed it. The only people you were friendly with was the team and ‘friendly’ was a term that could be applied only very loosely.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m only doin this as long as you do one thing for me” He said, keeping a straight face. You frowned, raising an eyebrow which almost made him break. He whipped out some red material from the bag and started to smile. You started to shake your head absolutely not as he maintained, “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” He pointed at you, brandishing the hat in front of you. You shook your head, trying to snatch it from his hand and throw it away.

He chased you through the house, with you zipping about trying to get him to give up and get rid of the stupid hat. You were having fun, actual fun, on Christmas. You squealed slightly as he eventually managed to tackle you onto your sofa and stop the chase.

You both landed into a heap on your sofa. Basically on top of each other. So close you swore you could feel his heart hammering as fast as your own. He was warm and his smile made you feel safe. Elated.

Laughing. You both were laughing, staring into each other’s eyes. You were so close, you felt your heart start to ache. Nobody had gotten through like this before. Broken down your barriers so much. Made a home for himself within your heart. You had never even let anyone see where you actually lived before.

He took the opportunity, as you were lost in his eyes, to plant the hat on your head. Before you could reach and remove it, he took your wrists and quickly leaned in. His lips crashing against yours. It was a desperate pouring of feelings. Untold and a long time coming. His lips were urgent and loving. Fiery but gentle. This was his one shot, so he was going to kiss you like this was the first and last time he would ever get to be intimate in this way.

He took his chance, knowing well that he could have read the signs all long. But he couldn’t not take this chance. He wanted you. He wanted to spend Christmas with you, because you spend time with the ones you love at this time of year.

His hands slid up your arm, cradling you as you weaved your fingers between his on the other hand. You were lost in this kiss. The choppy tides of longing had calmed, giving way to a deep all-encompassing current. His love, his adoration was pulling you under. And you surrendered.

It was the best Christmas you ever had. The other gifts could wait, the only one that mattered was this. Each other.

#Charles Gunn x reader #Gunn x reader #Charles Gunn #Gunn #Charles Gunn x you #Gunn x you #angel the series #angel the series imagine #Angel #Christmas fic #12 days of christmas #12 Days of Xmas #ats #ats x reader #ats imagine #ats x you #gender not mentioned #gender neutral

[nad-zeta]

Match up (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡

hey!! matchup for ikesen pls? (i hope this ain’t too long hsjdjd)

i’m a straight intj-t female. i’m a lawful neutral, slytherin, & scorpio, and i have a younger twin sis. i’m 5'5 ish (still growing!). my black medium-length straight-ish hair is usually in a ponytail & i have dark brown eyes.

i’m vvv secretive, smart, competitive, ambitious, deep, open-minded, passionate, dark, insecure, observant, resourceful, and mature. i’m generally a shy/quiet person (esp. at first, n w/ boys since i’m in an all girls school), but i’m really talkative when it comes to topics i love, and when i’m already comfortable. sometimes i get too arrogant/confident. i’m quite distant and i easily get jealous, annoyed, lazy, n bored. i’m also a fast learner, hopeless romantic, daydreamer, thrill-seeker, & pessimist/realist! i help others a lot, but i find accepting help hard.

i love receiving praise, attention, & affection, along with cleaning and organizing (but i’m quite messy myself). i love a bunch of stuff, esp. gaming! i also love reading/writing, astronomy, history, war (i love the thrill of it!), weapons (esp. snipers, swords, n bows!), mythology, nature, learning new things, & testing myself. i want others to always tell me the, brutal truth even if it hurts (i don’t see the point in sugar-coating n lying to make others feel better), but i’m really good at lying.

i have a great memory, but i’m quite forgetful. i also really like messing w/ others and i have a rbf. some are intimidated by me, it’s funny. i’m vv good w/ technology too, and i’m GREAT in school. esp. math, science, history, english, and french (foreign language!). i love the language latin a lot (and other aesthetic stuff sm!), along with mystery and the like. (but not horror. i’m kind of a coward, but i like the feeling of being scared? idk?)

i coop up my emotions a lot, along with otherthinking. i also hate a lot of stuff, such as being weak in front of others (crying), others being better, and blind faith. i usually love being alone but at times it gets too lonely. it takes a while for me to open up, i rarely trust others. i don’t really take good care of myself, and i try to block out my emotions, so i tend to be apathetic at times. i swear a lot and i’m loyal. it seems like idc, but i care a lot a lot. it’s vvv embarrasing crying in front of others—i hate it. i tend to carry all the weight. i usually give and take care of others more than the opposite. i think to myself a lot. i’m have a lot of contradictions, n i’m complex tbh.

i tend to get carried away, so pls tell me if it’s too long! take your time, no rush, take care of yourself! stay safe, n tysm in advance ♡

Hi hi Love! Thank you so much for the request hehe i hope i didn't make ya wait too long!🌻 Lol this was not too long at all, the more details the better!❤😊 And can i just say u sound like a super cool person🌻🔥 I hope you are keeping safe and well! And i hope ya enjoy!❤❤😊 @x-jodi-x

So I match you with…………. Nobunaga

The first time Nobunaga sees you, he is hella intrigued like, not only did a smol creature like you manage to save him from a burning building but you were also now even too shy to look him in the eyes. You were like a crazy walking contradiction, bold in the one moment, yet meek and reserved in the next. He brought you back with him to the castle and named you as, the princess of the Oda forces. It took you less than a day to get bored with your title as princess and opt to help the maids out with cleaning and organizing the castle. 

By the end of the week, all the castle staff were super impressed by you, not only did you introduce them to new easier ways to get the job done, but you also managed to sort out and organize the dreaded archives. 

Nobunaga had been watching you and he was most amused by you, you had this ability to intimidate all those around you, yet you were always there to lend a helping hand. You had even managed confused the castle mother, your work for the castle had always been so diligent and precise, yet when he walked into your room to bring you a letter, it was like walking into a hurricane. He never thought someone with such efficient cleaning and organizing skills could live in what could only be described as a clutter box.

Nobunaga had taken a BIG interest in you and had summoned you to his room to pull his classic, warm my bed pick up line, except what he didn’t expect was that you would truth bomb his ass. He was sister shook, he had never met such a blunt, brutally honest woman in his life, not only that but every second word coming from those beautiful lips were, swear words. You low key lost your patience with him and for a second you forgot your shyness at the door, as you were now in gamer rage mode. Cue Nobu smirking, he had truly stumbled onto the most amusing fireball. 

The two of you spent the rest of that night just sipping on some tea and chatting. Nobunaga’s interest was definitely peaked as, in your rejection of his offer to warm his bed, you had told him off in at least 3 different languages. As future conqueror of Japan he had also picked up a few languages in his travels and via the foreigners who would visit his ports. So, he definitely surprised you when he started speaking Latin to you. You couldn't help but be impressed, this also low key helped you open up a little more to him, as the two of you seemed to have found common ground. Nobunaga couldn't help but smile a small smile at how talkative you had become, especially when the two of you started talking about topics that interested you. Not only that but when he had pulled out the game of Go for the two of you to play, you definitely gave this boy a run for his money.

The next morning Nobunaga had announced that you were to accompany him to the next war. You had no time to even get a word in, as before you knew it you were on the back of his horse on your way to the battlefield. Nobunaga smirked as he imagined you covering in fear, in the corner of the camp, so imagine this boy’s surprise when you walked around camp with the most carefree smile on your face. Just before he could question it, the enemy forces managed to break through the ranks and was now riding straight into the camp. 

You acted on instinct, you loved weapons, so you were well versed in the art of using various weapons. From the corner of your eye, you could see an enemy archer aiming to strike Nobunaga down. Without a second thought, you had grabbed one of the bows laying by your feet and took aim. “Oi Nobu duck!” those were the only words that left your mouth before the arrow you had fired, went slicing through the air to strike down your opponent. Nobu got back up and looked behind him to see that you had skillfully taken down a hidden archer. 

Nobunaga without a second thought, mounted his horse and gave you a hand up and rode out into the front lines with you. The two of you made an unstoppable team slicing through the enemy ranks, and earning the Oda forces a swift victory. 

The ride back to the castle was filled with chats, laughs and light banter between you and the devil king. He found you incredibly interesting, the adrenaline pumping through your veins had cause that arrogant and confident side of you to show. You loved war for the thrill of it, you were a master of many weapons and to top it all off, you spoke to him as your equal. You had shaken this poor man to his core, never in his whole entire life had he met a woman like you. So shy and reserved at first, yet a true fireball laying beneath the surface. Needless to say, this boy was falling and falling hard for you

Often the two of you would spend nights together, deep in conversation about anything and everything or playing a game of GO. Nobunaga loved your open-mindedness and your ability to pick up on concepts quickly. He also low key likes your ability to be an excellent liar, as it made the candy heists together all the more interesting. Especially if the two of you would be caught together, in the middle of the hallways dead at night, pockets full of candy. You always seemed to manage to get the two of you out of the extended scolding and lecture sessions with Mamahide by blatantly lying through your teeth. Although, even-though you were an excellent liar, your lies never did seem to work on Nobu as he could always tell if you were bending the truth slightly. You also appreciated that Nobunaga was just as blunt as you, never sugar coating the truth and always speaking openly and honestly with you.

It is also definitely a favourite past time activity for you and Nobunaga to team up and mess with people. If the two of you aren’t sneaking alcohol into Masamune’s water during banquets or tricking Hideyoshi to reveal all his deepest darkest secrets, the two of you are messing with each other. Both of you stubborn cuties are also very competitive, so you best be sure that the two of you have a running bet, to see who the ultimate prank master is. These pranks range from harmless, for example crude drawings on official reports, to more hardcore, shoes on top of doorways and glue on each other’s chairs. Although all that change one day when the two of you decided to team up and work together as a unit to pull pranks instead of work alone, and that is the day the two of you got together.

Both of you by this point was head over heels for each other, but neither was willing to admit their feelings. That is until one-day Nobunaga took you on a romantic getaway to one of the neighbouring regions. You weren’t too sure exactly where he was taking you, but you loved adventures, so you decided to roll with it. 

The two of you arrived at a hot spring where, to your surprise Nobunaga waited on you hand and foot. After a long relaxing soak in the soothing water, you walked back to your room to find Nobunaga sitting in the centre of the room with a Go board in front of him. “Come fireball this shall be our final game, winner takes all.” 

It was a long and hard game, and you enjoyed every moment of it from the smack talk, to the getting frustrated at unpredictable moves. But in the end, the results were most unexpected. It was a draw, “It seems I have truly met my match with you fireball.” He had intended to win this game and fully conquer your heart, but instead you had just proved to him how equally matched you were for him. Thus strengthening his resolve to confess his feelings and make you the one and only queen of his heart.

Nobunaga couldn’t hold back his feelings for you any longer, the next evening you walked into your room to see it filled with flowers, he had told you how much he loved and adored you, and he asked you if you would be the one and only conquer of his heart. The two of you then met it the most passionate of kisses. The rest of the weekend away, Nobunaga spent pampering you, the one true love of his life.

Nobunaga absolutely adored every part of you. He loved that you were just as jealous as he was, often being twice as clingy and affectionate towards him whenever a visiting princess arrived. He loved your writing and would often rest his head on your lap after a long day and insist you read to him, the newest piece of your writing.

He adored that you kept him on his toes with all your various interests, and he loved how you just knew a bit of everything. 

He would especially enjoy holding you in his arms at night as the two of you share a drink out on the balcony. He loved to listen all your stories about mythology, as he affectionately stroked your back.

This softy boi knows that, you tend to bottle up your emotions and that you hate crying in front of others, so whenever you are feeling down or faced with problems, he is by your side in an instant. Clearing his schedule and handing off all his duties to Hideyoshi, so he can envelop you in his love, and shower you with endless amounts of affection and attention. He would patiently hold you in his arms, as he coaxes you by rubbing small soothing circles on your back, to tell him all that burdens you. He would do absolutely anything to make you smile and melt away all your insecurities. He would always be there, to wipe away every one of your tears, while whispering in your ears just how much he adores you. 

He knows that you are entirely selfless and tend to neglect yourself, so you best be sure he is going to be by your side and give you all the help and support, whether you asked for it or not. If you forget to eat, he will bring you every meal, and make time to eat with you, just to make sure you are getting enough nutrients. If you are working too hard and not getting enough sleep, he will pull you into his arms and let you rest your head on his chest, while he gently stokes your hair, to coax you to sleep. 

Nobunaga absolutely loves to sneak a few passionate kisses with you in the hallway on his way to his next meeting, just as a way to remind you, just how much he loves and adores you. He is also forever giving you words of affirmation for everything you do. 

The two of you can often be found snuggled up together on the balcony of your shared room just exchanging sweet kisses and words of love

Other potential matches…………… Kenshin   

I hope you enjoyed this dear, it definitely turned out a lot longer than expected whooops! 🙈🙈❤😊

#matchups #ikesen matchup #match ups #oda nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #nobunaga oda #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #nobunaga matchup #submission

[loki-the-trikster-god]

tis clyde once again

hehe ty i re design my blog like once a week depending on my mood but alex mercer seems like a theme that is pretty neutral to all moods (bc he is a mood)

ahahaha yes true tho

yeahhhhh ur bio is sorta intimidating but part of the reason i wanted to talk to u was to try and see the inner softie that u are sooooo

oof that is unfortunate. therapy is good, not that i’d know buttttt it’s fine books are therapy enough for me

asdf horns are badass very much so. gasp awesome rip the consequences crowns are awesome

alex fierro is truly amazing and an absolute icon and magnus would definitely have died (again) without them.

ahahaha yes sadly i’m asexual so i wouldn’t know if ur sexy or not, but i’m sure you are in the eyes of others hehe

i’m also 13 years old and extremely sheltered from the world so either way i’m not the expert on “sexy”

idk tbh

asdf it is tho it’s so annoying like- oh sounds interesting. i don’t really like talk of sex all that much i mean i still sort of internally cringe if anyone’s kissing but my adorable fictional couples hehe (in case u were doubting that i’m a minor bc i’m so ✨mature ✨) so idk if i’d enjoy it that much but the plot is probably good too

ahhhh it is! me and my friend were planning to just spend a p.d day in indigo, and bring like 50 dollars for books and maybe food but not really good bc who needs food when you can have books.

ahhh confirmation appreciated. i didn’t really think u were all that menacing tbh, u don’t seem like the type to lure small children into their web and tear their souls apart

anyways,

lol um yeah plz do fast food is like the greatest (not to sound weirder than u already know i am). hmmm funny i have never tried the fish sandwiches but i think they r pretty good, and i love spicy stuff. the cheese sauce isn’t spicy tho so don’t worry ur good.

ahhhh ikr they r so adorable. u already have an ex wow i’ll probably be 15 and nobody will have liked me rip hehe u must be pretty dam attractive bc i’ve already got the personality thing down

ohhh yay hehe tbh i don’t stay up that late on timblr mostly bc i’m not allowed (yet dw mwahahahaha)

hehe morally ambiguous superhero lol that’s me :) ahhhh yes i actually just had pizza pizza is good

asdf ikr canada does need to get its shit together bc we gotta go to stratford

i’ve been there a few times it’s amazing!! i don’t know if i’ve ever seen a play there but i love stratford

oh wait i did i saw the lion the witch and the wardrobe i love stratford it’s so cool it’s got the theatre vibe

ty for ur support hopefully canada listens ugh

hehehehe yay dw i will talk lots

now for the question: do u like this artwork? tis accurate right?

i got bored hehe. dw i can actually draw much better than this if i try

hehe until next time amigo :) this is so funnnn

side note: feel free to randomly ask me stuff too if u have random commentary on life that you wish to share

Clyde!! Good morning!!

I’m always changing my aesthetic on discord lol. I haven’t changed my tumblr images in a while because I think it looks cool lol. Alex Mercer is immensely valid

My bio is a prime example of me pretending to be a slytherin when I’m really a gryffindoor. I’m glad it didn’t scare you away lol, I really am softer than I seem by quite a lot.

Therapy is very good. If you can get a good therapist, which is semi-rare, it’s really helpful. I hope as an adult at least you get someone who’s good for you, it really does feel very comfortable if you get it right.

Crowns are awesome it’s true they’re so lovely!! I am going to buy *another* I think because I want one that goes all around my head instead of a tiara (or along with my tiara).

Oh sexy is one of my favorite adjectives, it’s completely lost it’s meaning with me because I use I for everything lmaooo. I am aged, all of 16 years of age, and so know much about such things /j. My mom is a big hippie (if the white person buddhism didn’t tip you off) so she just sort of talked about sex and now it doesn’t bother me to talk about or read about but like that doesn’t mean I know anything actually about sex. I joke with my friends sometimes but that’s all. Lmk if I accidentally say anything weird, although I don’t think I will lol it doesn’t come up that much.

Also, do you want me to tag my nsfw stuff better I’m shit at tagging lmaoooooo

And yeah I’m totally reading wheel of time for reasons other than the affairs, but wow is it chaotic and really funny a lot of the time. Lots of misunderstandings.

PS i don’t think it’s sad that ur asexual being asexual is mega valid. Maybe that isn’t what you meant but anyways.

Oh to wander about in a bookstore *sigh* I miss them so badly. I haven’t been in ages cause I don’t have a book store near me but I’m gonna go v soon hopefully to buy some books I need for theater over the summer so that’ll be mega fun. Also food is important but you are valid.

A random thought: it’s so weird to listen to people who don’t like performing talk about theater or concerts. My mom and her friend and her teacher were talking about touring bands and they’re like how do you play the same songs over and over and over and I’m like well ofc it’s different every time there’s a crowd, there’s a pulse, there’s all sorts of motion to it and nothing feels the same but I didn’t say that out loud cause they’d be like weird actor child but yeah. It’s just interesting.

If I were to prey on human life it would not be you, I promise that.

I will let you know when I finally acquire McDonald’s lol, it will be quite an experience for sure.

Lmao I have one (1) ex I dated her in eighth grade and she was fucking weird and a bitch so rip. That makes a total of two (2) people I’ve dated including the person I am currently with. But yeah tbh the culture around dating and like. You Have To Date is super dumb. I just sorta stumbled into it but everyone should take their time with such things because the more emotionally mature you are the more you won’t damage yourself.

Pizza is so tasty theres a really good place up the street from my moms house it’s delightful.

CANADA YOUD BETTER BE LISTENING HOMIE I HAVE P L A N S. The lion the witch and the wardrobe sounds incredible!! And that theater is just beautiful I’m obsessed. What a lovely little place I want to go there badly. Hopefully I will get to soon.

UR ARTWORK IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Lmaooooo I love it so much!!!! It’s very accurate and I’m dying omg ur an artist that’s so coool what things do you like to draw :))))

I do have a question for you have you read the golden compass and the other two in that series they’re so Hecking good. I’m always reblogging stuff from the tv show which is also quite good. I ask because I was thinking about daemons this morning (they’re cool) and

This is my favorite animal!!! It’s a barn owl. They’re so prettyyyyyyyy and if I had a daemon it would be this. (I have an oc with a barn owl daemon called Clytemnestra, or Clem for short)(a daemon is a psychically linked animal sidekick but it’s also part of your soul? The books are good I promise) (I have no idea if the picture is working or not but ig we will find out)

Until next time :))))))

#loki stuff #its clyde!

[angrylizardjacket]

i’ve learned to lose, you can’t afford to

Run to Paradise ‘verse

Summary: Tommy’s marrying Heather, and Lola refuses to go to the wedding. 

A/N: HEAVILY ANGSTY, WARNINGS FOR HEAVY DRUG USE (HEROIN INJECTION), AND THE MENTION OF TRACK MARKS AND BRUISES AND INJECTION SITES. IM FUCKING BIG SAD FAM. MADE MYSELF ACTUALLY CRY. HAVE AT. lola/nikki & past lola/tommy

Nikki can't remember how he got to the fancy mansion-looking place Tommy's hired out to marry Heather, but at least he made it. That's better than Lola.

"Get- Lo get up, it's- Lola, fuck," Nikki shoved at her, still in bed, earlier that morning, but Lola's barely coherent, strung out and basically catatonic. All she can do is groan, curling up on her side.

"Lo, Lola he'll want you there-"

"Nah," the word spills sticky and hazy, like honey from her lips, and she smiles like nothing bothers her but it’s involuntary, it’s the sweet relief of the morphine coursing through her veins rather than the topic at hand, “nah.” Her eyes flutter closed. Nikki gives her a harder shove, but she just goes with it, lets him shove her but doesn’t budge from the bed.

“He- Lola get out of fucking bed, there’s a car honking for us, we gotta go.” It’s the hardest he’s tried to convince her of something in a long while, and finally she rolls over onto her back.

“What’s happening today?” She asks lazily, and Nikki groans, and gives up trying to get her up, succumbing to his own sitting himself on the edge of the bed. It’s expected and automatic, the way Lola wraps herself around him, high and needy and warm and inviting and he’s fighting a losing battle. Tommy’s getting married in a few hours; he and Lola need to leave soon to get ready, but she’s pulling him back into bed, and he doesn’t have the strength to fight it.

“Tommy‘d want us there, babe.”

“Where?” Lola asks, before laughing brighter than she had in a long while, sitting up, drawing her knees up to her chest. As the sound begins to die in her throat, her gaze goes glassy, expression falling as indecipherable thoughts play out in her mind, “nah,” she breathes, going limp and laying back on the bed.

She’s worse off than even Nikki, and he knows that she’d shot up just after waking up, usually she’d wait at least a little bit, but Nikki had heard the ragged way she’s drawn breath, the soft swears she’d whispered when she’d thought he was asleep, and the sniffles and the way she’d gone off at herself under her breath for ‘going soft’. The drugs had stopped her hands shaking, stopped the sniffling, but she’d mumbled something about taking more than usual but wouldn’t say why.

“Lo, I’m his best man, and you’re- you’re- what are you again?” 

“No,” Lola shook her head, pressing her forehead to Nikki’s shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, “Roxy’s gone- gone. She stabbed him with a pen- God, fuck, she stabbed him,” Lola’s grumbling grew quieter until it was under her breath, and Nikki can feel her hands trembling.

“Don’t you- not fuckin’ Roxy, to Heather.”

There’s a quiet moment, finally, and Lola’s hand balls up into a fist.

“Heather doesn’t like me.” She sounds so young, like she’s sixteen again and all Nikki can see is the way she looked at him, defiant and hopeful in clothes too big, too unfamiliar to her. Even then she’d had fight, but she sounds defeated now. “She shouldn’t, she’s very smart; she shouldn’t like me.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself. “You go.” She gives him a gentle shove, though he doesn’t move. She props herself up and reached past him to the bedside table, into the top drawer where she’d already stashed a bunch of heroin-filled syringes. There’s bruises and angry, red injection sites along her wrists and by her inner elbow, and Nikki knows he’s got the marks to match, but his heart hurts seeing it.

“We should- Tommy wants us there, dude,” Nikki groaned, pulling himself to a sitting position, feet coming to rest on the floor. Lola hummed, sitting herself against the headboard, one leg tucked beneath the other as she frowned at her track-marked thigh for a clear place to inject herself. 

“They want you there, come on, Lola.” 

He watches her inject herself, watches the way her head falls back as the drug courses through her system; she was already fucked up when the conversation had begun, in a few minutes she’d barely be coherent. She was in no state to go; Nikki himself was only marginally better. But he couldn’t understand why she was doing this, on today of all days.

“Get out of this fucking bed and come to Tommy’s wedding, damn it!” Nikki managed to get to his feet, scowling at an uncooperative Lola.

“No! Fuck you! No!” She spits back, sinking back down into the mattress, empty syringe loose in her grip. “He’s happy! He’s allowed to be happy! He doesn’t want me there-”

“He does!”

“No he fucking doesn’t! He won’t want me there; I make Heather unhappy and he loves her! They’re allowed to be happy, you asshole, and that’s easier if I’m not there!” She shouts, propping herself up on her elbows, and Nikki realises too late that she’s crying, angry tears running down her cheeks. “I don’t want to play pretend like I’m over it, like I’m giving my blessing by watching him marry the woman that made me fucking obsolete to him. He made his choice.” The anger dissolves and her whole expression crumbles, shattering in one heartbreaking moment, her lip trembles and she messily wipes the tears from her eyes, “He made his choice and I’m trying so hard to be okay with it, but I can’t watch him marry her. I don’t want to make him upset, Nikki, he doesn’t deserve that. He deserves-” she cuts herself off with a sob, crying quiet and painful, curling up on her side away from him. Nikki is quiet, doesn’t know what to say, what to do, and so he leaves her like that, leaves to the car that’s been waiting outside and tells the driver that Lola won’t be coming. 

Nikki shoots up in the bathroom of the establishment before he gets changed into the suit provided for him. Joining the rest of the band, he sprawls out on one of the sofa as they wait for the ceremony to start.

“Hey, did you and Lols show up in separate cars, or, like, do you know where she is?” Tommy asks, beaming, looking so excited and bright in his white tuxedo. Nikki mumbles something, but his gut twists a little as a foggy memory of the morning’s encounter rose to the forefront of his mind. “She’s just cutting it a little close to get ready,” he frowns at the lone garment bag that was slung over the back of one of the other chairs scattered around. 

Mick is the one who speaks up, surprisingly.

“Drummer, if she’s not here now then she’s not coming.”

“No, Lola wouldn’t-” Tommy’s expression goes from confused to crestfallen as he looks to Nikki, “she’s on her way, dude, I asked you to make sure she was here.” Nikki’s eyes are closed, and he’s fighting to keep his expression neutral. 

“I tried,” he grumbled, but Tommy scowled.

“Well you should have tried fucking harder-”

“Drummer-” Mick tried, voice gentle, but Tommy threw a glare over his shoulder.

“Not now, dude;” and he turned back to Nikki, “she’s one of my best fucking friends, just like the rest of you, and you all turned up. Why couldn’t she come?”

Nikki’s strung out mind for once worked in conjunction with his mouth, and he stayed quiet, refusing to tell Tommy exactly why Lola had stayed home, though even through the fog that clouded his brain, he could feel his heart aching for both of them. 

“You’re both being really fucking selfish, you know that?” Tommy hisses, and Nikki sighs.

“She... she wants you to be happy, dude, that’s all she wants.”

“I’d be happier with her here!” 

Silence fills the room, and Mick clears his throat.

“If you can’t understand why Lola can’t be here,” he sighed deeply, shaking his head, “you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. I don’t know on who’s account she’s stayed back - maybe it is selfish - but she seems to understand the bigger picture of whatever this fuckin’ confusing dynamic is better than you.” He hums for a long moment as Tommy’s brow knits in confusion.

The kid doesn’t understand; Lola’s been in practically all the big moments of his life that have happened since he’d met her, been a constant in his life for years now. It’s not the same without her. It’s wrong. Maybe he’d taken for granted that she’d always be there, by his side, like she’d promised.

But that was back before Heather, before he’d fallen in love again, seriously this time. Not that what he’d had with Lola wasn’t serious, but he’d just assumed she’d still be there, like a... oh.

Guilt twists Tommy’s stomach as the realisation hits him, that he’d assumed that because he’d never stopped loving her, not really, that he could keep her like a backup. Taking for granted that she’d always be there if he needed her without considering how fucking much it must hurt her to hold the torch like he knows she would. 

“You know Heather doesn’t like her,” Mick cut through his thoughts with soft words, and Tommy shook his head for a moment, not disagreeing, but trying to clear his mind, “girlie just wants what’s best for you.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agrees gently, now feeling guilty for feeling guilty about hurting Lola, considering how the woman he was marrying in less than an hour felt about her, “she’s good like that,” Tommy swallows hard, forcing a smile, “selfless.”

#nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #tommy lee x oc #nikki sixx x oc #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue #motley crue imagine #nikki x lola #the angry lizard writes #drug use tw #heroin tw

[multi-lia]

Can i ask for fluffy Joseph headcannons ????

Yes, you can! I really like Joseph and his creepy ass kids lol.

This will be in AU where Joseph decides to divorce his wife.

Gender neutral

~Joseph is honestly the most goofy, adorkable one out of all the dads, so expect a lot of fluffy moments with this guy and facepalming

~Joseph and your relationship is going to be awkward at first after the divorce, but it improves once you both get more comfortable with each other.

~It’s no secret that Joseph loves to bake and he loves to share that passion with you. Baking all sorts of sweets with Joseph is always fun.

~If you happen to burn yourself taking something out the oven, Joseph will immediately help you cool the wound down and kiss you on your burn mark

~Then put a pink princess band aid on it

~Yes, he will draw a smiley face on your cheek with frosting. Yes, you will have a mini flour fight. Yes, he will feed you whatever you guys make together.

~Perferably likes to bake with the kids out of the house because things can get a little “frisky”

~Joseph is a big flirt

~Most of it just makes you want to facepalm because of how much of a dork he is

~But at times he can be really sensual

~Loves to keep in physical contact with you

~Holding your hand while eating dinner, keeping his arm around you when you guys are walking, having you sit in his lap when you watch movies together

~He just loves being with you

~AND CONSTANT COMPLIMENTS

~I swear if you ever feel insecure, Joseph will make it his mission to make you feel better about yourself

~He’s going to tell you how much he loves your body and looks every day.

~But will also remember to compliment your personality

~You’re an all around great person and he wants to make sure you feel the same way about yourself as he feels for you

~Of course if you do want to change something about yourself, HE WILL SUPPORT YOU even if he doesn’t fully agree with you!

~You’re going to have his support in everything you do

~“Okay what if I drive my car off a cliff?”

~“I mean if that’s what you want, I’ll support you till the end.”

~“Would the end be me in the car going off the cliff?”

~“... there is Heaven.”

~“Oh.”

~Okay maybe he won’t support you in ways like that, but you get the point. You can do about everything and he’ll have you’re back on it

~kisses. Kisses.KISSES!!!

~Sweet kisses on the forehead and cheek

~Sensual kisses that leave you seeing stars

~Lazy, sloppy kisses in the morning

~All the kisses are for you and only you.

~Joseph is beyond happy if you get along with his kids and of your kid(s) also gets along with them as well.

~Often taking dates with the all the kids to the park, beach or his yacht

~Picnics are a must with Joseph, like there’s no getting out of it.

~He loves to play cards or do a puzzle with you and the kids during one of these picnics

~It makes Joseph really happy to see all of you guys happy and enjoying yourself together

~Speaking of games, he has tons of board games and will whip them out on rainy day

~The kids may not be that excited for them, but for you and Joseph it brings back some nostalgia

~It can get a bit heated too during these board game sessions

~Joseph constantly telling you how much he loves you

~“Y/N, you know how much I love you right?”

~“You tell me every day, Joseph.”

~“Do you want me to tell you again?”

~“Do you want to tell me again, Joseph?”

~“...Uhh yes??”

~“Have at it.”

~“I really love you, y/n and I want you to know that I’ll always be by your side no matter what. Just remember that okay?”

~Joseph is a cheesy romantic and will do plenty of cheesy things, not to say they aren’t appreciated

~Joseph will run a bubble bath for you, put rose petals in the water, massage your feet, crack open a bottle of wine, the whole nine yards

~If you do something similar for Joseph, he’ll lose it

~He really likes back rubs and scratches, do that for him and he’ll fall in love with you all over again.

~One day, I don’t know what day, but one of these days you’re going to come to find roses in a heart shape with all sorts of gifts in the middle of it

~You’ll ask him why he’d do something like this for you and he’ll be genuinely surprised.

~“Why wouldn’t I spoil the person I love?”

~“Yeah, but Joseph, it’s not a special day like Valentine’s Day or?”

~“It doesn’t need to be a special day to treat you. You’re special to me everyday.”

~He truly means that by the way!! and will do this at least once a month.

That’s all I have. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it.

Requests are open ✨🌈

~Lia’s work

#dream daddy #ddadds #joseph x reader #dream daddy headcannons #headcannons #fandom #dream daddy imagines #Joseph Christiansen #joseph x dadsona #reader insert #x reader #sfw #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #craig cahn #hugo vega #Robert Small #mat sella #brian harding #damien bloodmarch #ask #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtpride #lia’swriting

[kusunogatari-a]

[ SasuHinaMonth Day Twenty-Nine: Mafia AU ] [ @sasuhinamonth ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Fugaku, Hyūga Hiashi, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]

“Get up. We have somewhere to be.”

Opening an eye to glance at his father from his comfortable perch in a lounge chair, expression tinged with obvious annoyance, Sasuke mutters, “Tch...what?”

“Curb that attitude.” Adjusting his tie, the Uchiha syndicate head examines his reflection before glancing to his son. “...we have a client to visit.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“It’s good experience. You’ll have to do this someday.”

The blunt announcement only sours the young man’s attitude further. Being reminded of his brother’s disabilities is never a good thing. “...fine,” he spits in reply. But as he moves to head toward the garage, his father grunts in disapproval.

“We’re taking the helicopter.”

A dark brow perks, but he doesn’t protest. Apparently, they’re to make an impression. Maybe this will be interesting. “...who are we going to see?” It must be someone important, if such a means of transport is to be taken.

“You’ll see.”

They make their way to the manor roof, where the chopper is already whirring. The spinning blades throw his father’s hair askew, his own already a mess on the best of days. Clothes ruffle at the force of the wind until they make their way into the interior. The ground soon lurches away beneath them, and they take to the air.

It’s early evening, the sky beginning to darken as they fly across the city. Skyscrapers and antennae obscure the skyline. Watching the passing sights, Sasuke observes each, wondering where they’ll land. Logos and symbols whizz past, until they begin to circle a pristine white building with windows that reflect the fading sun.

So...it’s the Hyūga. Another large, wealthy family...but through more legitimate means than his own. The Uchiha, after all, are mostly Yakuza. The Hyūga are businessmen. Though, apparently, not without a little underground help.

A few minutes later, they’ve landed, meeting an escort atop the roof. Several pale-eyed men watch them warily, thinly-veiled disgust on their faces. Fugaku largely ignores it - apparently, not everyone in the business approves of their arrangement...whatever it is.

Despite being slated as the next kumichō, Sasuke has yet to be fully introduced to the syndicate’s dealings. Up until recently, it was his brother who was assumed to be the next boss. But an onsetting illness has led to a shift in his father’s favor.

Nothing personal. It’s just how it has to be.

Nonetheless, it’s left Sasuke with some catching up to do. For now, he has almost no idea how exactly they’re tied to the Hyūga. The Uchiha’s main commodity is protection racketing. If he had to guess, that’s likely what’s going on. The Hyūga, apparently, haven’t gotten to be so successful on their own.

This he mulls over as they make their way down via elevator, expression neutral with a tinge of aloofness. Let on that he’s a fledgling, it will only make their meeting all the harder. It’s clear Fugaku has a message to deliver...and this, apparently, is to serve as both a lesson, and a test for his younger son.

Eventually they find themselves outside a set of double doors. One Hyūga makes his way through them, and they can just hear the soft murmur of voices. Then silence...before they’re let inside.

An ornate office is revealed, all sheer glass, cool marble, and cold steel. At a desk at the end of the room sits a man about his father’s age, with the same pale eyes as the others, and a head of long, chestnut hair. He looks to them with an expression as unfeeling as his surroundings. “...Uchiha-san. What a...pleasant surprise.”

Regarding the man with a heavy brow, Fugaku doesn’t return the sentiment. “Your payment is late, Hyūga. I was concerned your memory was starting to suffer. So...I made a little trek across the city to make sure you’re still in your right senses.”

Pale, thin fingers steeple, elbows atop the glass top of his desk. “...my memory fares fine. My stocks, however, do not. I am yet short of the monthly agreement. I have been assured that, within the week, this...oversight will be corrected.”

Drawing a deep breath, Fugaku releases it as an equally-deep sigh. His chin bows to his chest, making a show of his disappointment.

The other Hyūga shift, clearly unnerved.

“...that’s too bad. A company needs to run like a well-oiled clock. Lost time sets you back...and needs to be corrected.”

There’s a slight clench to Hiashi’s jaw. “...no one realizes this more than me. I assure you, Uchiha-san, that I will -”

“Time is money, and money buys time. If you lack one, you lack the other...and I can’t afford to waste mine. I know of other rising companies in your field that might respect schedules a bit better, Hyūga. I don’t deal with those who can’t keep their ends of our bargains. Need I remind you what you owe me?”

“...that will not be necessary.”

“How is she, by the way? Your girl? What was her name...Hanako...Hiromi…”

“Hinata. She is fine.”

“Ah, good...good. No more incidents with the other syndicates?”

“...I feel you are alluding to something, Uchiha-san.”

“You have to care for family, Hyūga. You never know when it might...disappear.”

Sasuke’s eyes shift to their corners. What is he getting at…?

“...your retrieval of my daughter from the Kumo faction of Hokkaidō is still much appreciated, Uchiha-san. But that is not all I pay you for.”

“No, it’s not. You pay for protection, Hyūga. Assurance that those who would compete with you meet...unfortunate pitfalls that drop them out of the economic running. Failing negotiations, lost funds...and the occasional disappearance of important personnel. But...I can’t provide my services if you don’t provide the money. A week’s delay in my business could be a week spent acquiring new clients. Clients who, incidentally, might force my hand to begin taking from you, instead. And surely...neither of us want that. But money talks, Hiashi. So...can I expect my money by midnight? Or should I go ahead with my arranged meeting with another medical equipment manufacturer I have scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine am?”

A tense silence falls.

“...tell me, Hiashi…” Fugaku’s dark eyes stare into the Hyūga’s pale ones. “...when was the last time you checked in on your daughter…?”

No reply.

“Those socialite friends of hers surely keep her up late...but I’d hope she gets home by midnight. The city’s a scary place at night.” With that, the kumichō turns his back on his client, making his way to the door with a nod to his son. “...keep my advice in mind, Hyūga. I recommend getting your schedule back in order. I, at least, plan to stick to mine.”

Sasuke follows as his father returns to the elevator. No Hyūga bother to show them the way back. The blades spin as they make their way to the roof.

“So...learn anything?”

“...I think so. But what was all the fuss about the girl?”

Fugaku only replies once they’re in the chopper. “...when she was young, very young...an up-and-coming faction in the north kidnapped his daughter, intended to hold her for ransom. This was during the early days of our arrangement. As a show of good faith, I sent one of our boys to retrieve her, and it went off without a hitch...unless you count his twin brother dying in the raid. Fool went in to try and negotiate. Things got dicey, and he ended up a casualty. Not that it mattered - Hiashi was more concerned about keeping the company in his family, so a dead brother was actually preferable to a dead daughter. Hizashi, his twin, has a son. A bit more appealing to a board of trustees, but...he’s less direct now than Hizashi would have been.” The Uchiha smirks. “...a handy bargaining tool. Hiashi has one other daughter, but she’s less appealing - headstrong, brash...already has a questionable public image. A board would rather have Hinata, who’s meek and easy to manipulate.”

“...and…?”

“...and she may be joining us for dinner while her father arranges his monetary affairs tonight.”

Sasuke blinks. His father certainly knows how to keep all the cards...something he’d best learn quick.

When they return, they descend to the entryway. There, flanked by two burly Uchiha, is the young woman in question. Despite the tinge of fear in her eyes, she holds herself steady, head held high.

“...Hyūga Hinata-san,” Fugaku rumbles. “...a pleasure to see you. How you’ve grown since we last met.”

She gives no reply.

“Don’t worry - I expect you’ll be back home within a matter of hours. Your father just needed a little...motivation to get his work done tonight. Until then, you’re my guest. I’d never dare harm a lady, no matter her father’s behavior. Please...I’m sure dinner is ready by now.” Fugaku gestures. “I doubt you remember my son, Sasuke. You were both fairly small when we brought you back from Hokkaidō. He’s done his share of growing up, too.”

Her pale eyes move to him, and the pair study one another silently. He’ll admit...she’s pretty. Not overly done-up like so many women her age tend to be...yet elegant. And despite her obvious nerves...it’s clear there’s a fire there.

Even if neither of their fathers seem to see it.

“Come - we can’t let the meal get cold.” Fugaku motions for them to follow.

Giving her companions a glance, Hinata moves forward without them, instead positioning herself beside Sasuke.

“...best do what the old man says. Consider it a break in what’s certainly your life’s monotony.”

At that, she gives him a questioning look...but doesn’t refute him.

“After all, how often do you get to dine with the head of mafia and not have to fear for your life?”

     Word count: 1650      Cumulative: 39,436      This was actually a lot more fun to write than I thought it would be xD Admittedly, I know very little about the Yakuza, so...I scoured the Wikipedia page about them, and...did my best, lol      Sadly I don’t have a verse for this, so this one is the closest I have. Though this might be one I revisit with this and other characters. We’ll see! But for now, this is all I’ve got in me for tonight. I want to do the last two all tomorrow, but I don’t know if I’ll have the time. Either way, I’ll do my best to finish up the last two prompts as quickly as I can manage!      For now, later y’all!

#sasuhinamonth #uchiha sasuke #uchiha fugaku #hyūga hiashi #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #best years of your life [ au ] #sasuhinamonth2018 #shmonth2018

[tales-of-a-fallen-star]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 1

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Drama Pairings: Ignis Scientia/ Original Female Character Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Cassidy Eira Notitia Words: 2676 Read it on AO3 here

(A/N): GUYS, I FINALLY MADE IT! I’ve finally written down the first chapter of this story (only took me about 5 weeks, lol.) For real though, I’m so glad that I was finally able to put this, somewhat to my liking, into words and that I can finally share Cassidy’s journey with you. I can only hope that you will love her just as much as I do.

Finally I want to thank @ffxvhoe​ not only for editing and reading this chapter, but also for giving me the last push of motivation to finally put this into words by creating this awesome moodboard for Cassidy and also for inspiring me with all her amazing writing. I also want to thank all the other amazingly talented writers in this fandom who inspire me on a daily basis, @atarostarling​, @ka-za-ri​ , @alicemoonwonderland and @antiloquist​, just to name a few. Anyway, enough talk, let’s get started!

The sun was just about to rise when Ignis left their hotel room at Galdin Quay. He played with the thought of waking up his companions but decided against it. Instead, he took a little stroll down the beach so he could have some time for himself and appreciate the beautiful landscape around him to its fullest.

As he walked over the wooden bridge, which lead to the parking lot where they left the Regalia, he stretched his arms ever so slightly. He let his gaze wander over the ocean beside him, the last few glowing barrel fish slowly floating around in it. He inhaled the sea breeze and closed his eyes for a moment to listen carefully to the sounds around him.There was the sound of the waves closing in on the shore, the wind blowing over the sea and the land, the calls of a few sea gulls flying not too far away.

Ignis walked down the beach and watched the sun rise in the sky, painting it in hues of pinks and yellows. A brief glance at his wristwatch told Ignis that it was time to return to the room. On his way back he made a quick stop at the little shop beside the parking lot to retrieve the morning newspaper. The calm and peaceful morning took a drastic turn as he read the headline.

“INSOMNIA FALLS”

Ignis’s eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at all the other newspapers but they all said the same. His mind began to race. How could this be? How did this happen? The questions raced through his mind with lightning speed. To stop himself from making any premature assumptions he began to read the article, but it did nothing to soothe his mind. He couldn’t help the tears that began to well up his eyes nor could he control the slight shaking of his hands.

In a matter of moments everything and everyone Ignis knew seemed to have perished. His home city, his King, his uncle, all the remaining family he had, his…

Ignis closed his eyes at the thought, causing the tears in his eyes to silently roll down his face. It took him some time to calm down again, to regain his composure. He had to deliver the dreadful news to Noctis and the others, a task that did not come easily to him, but he had no other choice. With slow and careful steps he made his way back to the resort, the stewards at the entrance greeting him with a cheerful “Welcome to Galdin Quay!” He was barely clear-headed enough to return their gesture with a brief nod of his head.

With a heavy heart Ignis stood in front of the door to their room. In his mind he went through all the possible things he could say, how he could explain to Noctis that his father is no longer among them and that the Empire betrayed them, all of them - the entire kingdom. Ignis collected himself once more before opening the door. His gaze immediately turned in Noctis’s direction, who by the looks of it had just woken up.

“What’s that look for?” the young prince enquired casually and Ignis just dropped his head a bit and averted his gaze. Ignis thought it best to just get it out as soon as possible.

“It’s in all the papers.” He mumbled while handing the newspaper in his hand over to Gladio.

“What is?” Noctis asked, curiosity as well as a hint of panic lacing his voice at Ignis’s tone.

Prompto leaned over Gladio’s shoulder to look at the newspaper.

“Insomnia…falls?”

“What? This your idea of a joke?” the young prince snapped.

“I need you to calm down so I can explain-” Ignis began but Noctis approached him quickly, the rage clearly visible on his face.

“I’m as calm as I’m gonna get!”

“There was an attack. The imperial army has taken the Crown City,” Ignis stated trying to hide the sorrow that creeped up into his tone. He couldn’t even look into Noctis’s eyes.

“As treaty room tempers flared, blasts lit the night sky. When the smoke about the Citadel had cleared, the King was found…dead,” Gladio began to read aloud. “The floor of the treaty room was covered with the corpses of the King’s most trusted advisers and counsellors, along with most of their families who attended the signing ceremony.”

“No, wait, hold on-“ Noctis began to stammer but Ignis interfered.

“We had no way of knowing.”

“What? Knowing what?”

“That the signing was last night, that Insomnia-” Ignis began to say but this time Noctis was the one to interrupt him.

“But the wedding - Altissia!”

“I know ! That was the plan, yet the reports of the invasion are all the same. How could every headline in the kingdom be wrong?” Ignis lowered his gaze to the floor once more, desperately trying to hold back his tears so as to not break in front of his friends. He wanted to cling to the hope that all of this was a ruse but his mind was too rational to let that happen.

For a moment none of them said a word. They all needed to comprehend the shocking news. But then realisation sank into Prompto’s mind.

“Wait… the counsellors and their families? Does that mean that Cassidy…?” Prompto began but as he saw the sorrow in Ignis’s posture; how he clenched his fists and how his face contorted into a deep frown. The blonde did not dare to finish that sentence.

“I… don’t know. I tried to call her but to no avail.” Ignis tried to state it as neutrally as he could but his unspoken thoughts hang in the room and their weight dragged all of them down further. Noctis looked at his advisor and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest for snapping at Ignis earlier. The young prince put a hand on Ignis’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, earning him a sad smile.

“What else do we know?” Gladio enquired but all Ignis could respond with was a slight shake of his head.

“Well, then we can’t be sure until we see it with our own eyes,” Gladio stated matter-of-factly, though in truth he wanted - he needed - the confirmation that all of this was false. If the King truly was dead then so was Gladio’s father, Clarus Amicitia, the King’s Shield.

“Then that means we’re going back to Insomnia?” Prompto asked carefully.

“Might not be safe for us there,” Ignis chided.

Prompto was quick to retort: “Might not be safe for us here!” and even Ignis couldn’t deny that argument. They all - especially Noctis - contemplated the thought of going back. They needed to know if what the article was saying really was true, but was it worth the risk of being ambushed by imperial troops?

The silence in the room grew heavier and heavier until Gladio was the one to finally break it. “Turn back?” he asked Noctis, who’d pulled himself out of his chair, determination set on his face.

“Yeah,” He answered before walking out of the room.

——- EIGHT MONTHS BEFORE THE FALL ——-

The feeling of having solid ground beneath her feet again was pure bliss. After being trapped on that ferry for far too long, and the ghastly, nauseating sea sickness which established itself in the pit of her stomach only a few minutes after they took off, Cassidy welcomed the wooden docks of Galdin Quay with open arms. She almost wanted to fall down to her knees and kiss the ground, but her composure and better judgement put a quick end to that train of thought. Instead she thanked Leviathan, the goddess of the sea, that she did not decide to let loose a devastating storm while the ferry crossed the sea between Accordo and Lucis, which had probably spared Cassidy from throwing up over the rail.

“Next time I’ll just swim from Altissia to Galdin Quay…” she thought. At least then she could enjoy a bit more of the sea. Cassidy actually quite loved it, especially the breathtaking view it offered.

It was early evening now and the sun was already drawing closer to the horizon, sheathing the land and the ocean around Cassidy in a golden hue. In front of her she saw the warm lights of the Galdin Quay resort and its famous restaurant, the Mother of Pearl, which was widely known for its exquisite cuisine, even back in Altissia. Cassidy admired the architectural structures of the building, considering she never saw something like it before as she was only used to the grand, ornamented buildings of the narrow streets of Altissia. Of course Altissia was an absolutely beautiful and stunning city, only a fool would say otherwise, but after living there for a bit more than sixteen years of her life Cassidy couldn’t help but appreciate the change of scenery.

Once all the luggage of the passengers has been loaded onto the dock, a steward of the resort approached Cassidy.  He asked if Cassidy wanted to check in now, and if she needed any help with her luggage. Cassidy gratefully accepted his assistance and gave him a generous tip when they arrived at her room. Now, finally alone, she let out a relieved sigh as she fell onto the soft bed and felt the silky sheets underneath her fingers. Convinced that the hardest and most unpleasant part of her journey was behind her, Cassidy grew excited for her car drive the next morning that would take her to Insomnia. Home.

Could she really call it home, though? Of course, Cassidy was born in the Crown City of Lucis but she could hardly remember a thing about it - not even the street she used to live on. All she could remember from her life in Lucis was her childhood bedroom in the Notitia Manor. Its black and white marble walls with the swirling, golden inlays. The white, wooden floor. Her queen-sized four-poster bed with the crystal-clear skylight right above it, which let in the morning sun in just the right angle to wake her up with the rising sun. She remembered how, on occasion, her father would come into her room when she was still asleep to wake her up. “Good morning, little princess,” he would say before gently scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around the room until their laughter echoed through the entire room and the hallway outside.

Other than that, Cassidy only remembered living in Altissia together with her nanny, Athena. Oh Athena, how much it hurt Cassidy to leave her behind to go to Insomnia. Athena was the one who’d taught Cassidy everything; her manners and how to behave properly, how to bake myriads of pastries and sweets. Athena even taught Cassidy how to fight and defend herself. The kind-hearted woman always tried to teach Cassidy how to wield a variety of weapons, but Cassidy had a an affinity for bows, twin swords, and daggers. Athena lectured the young Cassidy on sharpen one’s instinct all the time and how instinct is one of the key components when it comes to fighting enemies with unknown weaknesses.

“You need to stay alert at all times. Analyse the enemy’s movements and find their weak spots. Trust me, Cassidy, your instincts and your wit will always be far more crucial to winning a battle than anything else. Technique and strength alone won’t save you in combat.” Athena could be strict, but she always treated Cassidy as if she were her own daughter, and Cassidy always thought of her like a mother.

A sudden pang went through Cassidy’s heart. Her mother, another thing she had no memories of, only pictures and photographs. Cassidy’s mother, Elaine Anima Notitia, was a former member of the Crownsguard and died when Cassidy was only 3 years old. It was during an attack on a small village in Cleigne, lead by the Empire. At least that’s all her father ever wanted to say.

Tears started to well up in her eyes. She wished she could remember her face not only from pictures, she wished she could remember the sound of her voice. Before she started crying, she swallowed the sadness spreading in her chest up to her throat, as she collected herself and hopped off her bed to take a shower and to rest until the next morning. She knew it did not do any good to dwell in the past, and it was not like she was alone in the world. After all she would see her father again tomorrow, after all these years, and she looked forward to it.

When Cassidy left her room the next morning and walked to the reception, a man already waited for her there. In his hand he held a sign which had her middle name, ‘Eira’, written on it and Cassidy knew it must’ve been one of her father’s drivers. When it came to safety and security measures her father became a bit paranoid, hence why they used her middle name as a ‘code’. In her father’s defence, his position put a big target on his back as well as on the people closest to him, which included his daughter. After all, he was Darius Parvulus Notitia, the High Counsellor of King Regis’s council. Her father was - besides the King himself of course - one of the most powerful men in Lucis, and thus a likely target for the Empire. She assumed after he lost her mother he didn’t want to risk losing his daughter as well. This probably was also the reason why he sent Cassidy to Altissia.

The driver greeted her with a curt bow and asked if he should take her luggage to the car and she thanked him for his assistance. One of the stewards of the resort helped the driver as well and all that was left for Cassidy to carry was her own purse. She remained a bit at the reception and looked around, trying to remember this place as best as she could. The atmosphere was quite enchanting after all. She wished she could stay a bit longer, maybe take a quick stroll down the beach or a short dip into the ocean. Cassidy let out a sigh and promised herself to come back here one day and discover all the hidden gems of this place.

As she left the resort and walked down the bridge towards the parking lot she took out her phone and started typing a quick message to her father that she would soon be on her way to Insomnia. When she walked down the staircase to the parking lot, completely engrossed by her phone, she collided with someone else. A flush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

“Oh, Astrals, I’m so sorry. I didn’t pay any attention to my surroundings,” She exclaimed as she looked up into the stranger’s face. She met his gaze and took in a sharp breath as she studied his features. His face was framed by wine-coloured locks, giving his amber eyes a nice contrast, and a slight smirk spread across his lips.

“No need to worry, my dear. I’m just as much to blame as you are,” He professed as he tipped his hat to her and shot her a very charismatic smile. Cassidy couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around this man. His low but charming voice and his intense gaze made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

“N-no, it’s fine. Again, my apologies, but I…should be going now. A good day to you, Sir,” She stammered out before giving the man a quick curtsy and almost running towards the car where her father’s driver waited for her.

The man looked after her, his charming smile from before turning into an evil grin as he watched the young woman leave the parking lot in the safety of her car.

“And to you, Miss Notitia…” he muttered before letting out a deep chuckle.

#ffxv fan fiction #ffxv #fire and ice #cassidy eira notitia #ignis scientia #ignis scientia x oc #my work #my stories #still can't believe this is happening you guys

[likevelvetkisses]

Appreciated [02]

Pairing: Jin / Dasom               (BTS Kim Seokjin / SISTAR Kim Dasom) Rating: G (may change for succeeding chapters)

Summary: An opportunity for acting opens a new door for Seokjin and brings him closer to his co-star and senior colleague, Dasom. It was the kind of friendship that formed unexpected, but the common saying rings true about it possibly being the most fun, if not the best. The two share a journey of growth in life and love, take their lessons for their respective careers, and learn that they, too, are just as appreciated as the others.

Author’s Note/s:

My apologies for taking too much time with this chapter. I couldn’t grow content on it until I decided to split it into two chapters. If I extended it, it would have been too lengthy, so the next part is still in progress.

Again, I am maintaining the use of Korean honorifics.

I forgot to mention this but I am sort of following the current timeline of activities, starting from November 2016 to the present (and maybe future). Some of these events actually took/will take place (end-of-the-year shows, other performances, etc.), but do understand that there will also be made-up ones for the story. But I guess you guys already knew that lol.

II. Laugh to Meet

          Being a celebrity was never an easy job, and much less for being an idol celebrity. People talk. Seokjin knew from the very start that he could never please everybody, but that didn’t make the words online sting any less.

          Upon the release of the news that he was cast as one of the lead roles for an upcoming 2017 film, criticism weighed heavier than congratulations on the scale. Considering how Seokjin and his fellow groupmates were quite active on social media, it was easy to see the comments pour in for every article that concerned them. His fingers against his phone scrolled up and down through the comments section and clicked on every article he could find about his film participation. It was odd how a person could get upset from words from yet at the same time obsess over them, just to see what else they had to say, and maybe get a miraculous positive note among the hundreds that had a much more negative tone.

          ‘I like Jin, sure, but isn’t it too early for him to participate as a lead? I’m more worried about backlash than his performance now.’

          ‘Wonder how he got casted this fast. Were the producers drawing lots from a hat? LOL.’

          ‘BTS Jin? Lead? Wow, good luck.’

          ‘Gongchan shouldn’t have refused this role. He’d do much better.’

          ‘I read it’s a low-budget film anyway, and considering Jin’s an amateur actor…’

          ‘Isn’t it unfair for Taehyung then? He started off fairly well with 'Hwarang' as a supporting actor while Jin shoots up as a lead?’

          Seokjin bit his lower lip.

          ‘Honestly, I understand everyone’s concerns, but we have to take into consideration that maybe Seokjin does have what it takes to fulfill this role. I’m a fan and even I’m surprised by the news, but instead of judging him now just because we haven’t seen him act before, why don’t we just encourage him and hope for the best? It’s his stepping stone into the acting world so give him a chance.’

          He finally exhaled. He didn’t realize it but he was holding a breath until he found this miracle among the hundreds.

          Seokjin took a screenshot of the comment for future comfort. It had been some rough weeks on the online community.

          “What did you expect? A fanfare?” A bored voice asked from across Seokjin. The latter looked up to see his roommate, Yoongi, sneaking a lazy glance at him then back to closing his eyes. “People are judgmental, hyung.”

          “… What?” Seokjin’s reply clearly showed how much he was still in a haze from reading from his phone.

          “You’re looking at the comments again.” Yoongi said. “Put it down.”

          Though he was older, Seokjin understood that Yoongi and Namjoon were among the members who tended to have a more mature mindset, thus he was more inclined to listen to them when it came to advice and such.

          He nodded and followed the simple instruction as he placed his phone beside him on the bed, and face-down for good measure.

          It was an early December morning and a rest day for the whole group, although Seokjin and Hoseok had a meeting in a couple of hours regarding a television show appearance and the others had their own appointments.

          Yoongi opened his eyes again and sighed, then rolled slightly to face Seokjin. “Sulking about all of this won’t help you with your film.”

          “I know, but it just makes me think that maybe I should have just refused the role as well.”

          “Sejin-hyung found you a chance. Don’t let it go to waste.”

          Seokjin nodded and tried to give a little chuckle, but failed miserably. “You’d think hate comments are something we’d get used to by now.”

          “Well we have to. We didn’t grow up being showered with praises after all.” The dark-haired member took his own phone from his side table and tinkered around with it.

          The older member thought for a while before standing up. As frank as his words always were, Yoongi knew what to really say. Sugarcoating would have been sweeter but Seokjin didn’t need that today. Turning to their wall clock, Seokjin took the time as a cue and stood up to grab and put on his sweater. The day seemed like it would grow even colder. After fixing his items in his bag, he smiled a bit more genuinely this time and made to ruffle Yoongi’s hair, much to the latter’s mock irritation.

          “Thanks, Yoongi. I’ll see you later.”

          “Yeah, yeah. Go so I can sleep more.” Yoongi told him a bit jokingly, casually waving his one hand as a weak goodbye.

          “Hey,” Seokjin called as he got to the door. “Hey, look at me first.”

          Yoongi groaned but nonetheless put his attention on Seokjin. “What?”

          Seokjin leaned over their door frame and put on the best manly face he had at the moment, then said the line with an accompanying rise of his eyebrow:

          “If you drink that in one shot, we’re going steady.”

          Yoongi stared at him blankly. “… The heck?” He then remembered that famous line, and rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously quoting Jung Woosung at me?”

          Seokjin’s face scrunched up in a smile, losing the manly image he had earlier. “Yeah, yeah! What do you think? Can I pass off as an actor now?”

          “Sheesh, get to your meeting!” Yoongi threw one of his pillows at Seokjin, an amused smirk gracing his face.

          “Okay, okay!” Seokjin laughed and said his real goodbye this time, but not before sending his signature flying kiss at his roommate, which Yoongi made a face at.

          As soon as the door closed behind Seokjin, Yoongi sighed loudly and sat up on his bed. He shook his head and snorted at Seokjin’s antics. “Honestly, that guy...” With the phone still in his hand, Yoongi opened some browsers and logged in a couple of websites via his barely furnished user-accounts as he decided to leave his own comments regarding his roommate’s situation:

          ‘Stop being dicks and just let him act.’

          Hoseok’s presence was the complete opposite of Yoongi’s and Seokjin welcomed it fully. After all, there really was no point in moping around over criticisms, and he knew that doing his best in the project was the only way to neutralize the comments, if not overturn them. Hoseok had been more congratulating of the opportunity beset on his fellow member, and he had been telling Seokjin how excited he was for its eventual release within the year.

          “Have you read your script already? What’s it about?” Hoseok asked as they settled down in the van. They each took a captain seat opposite of each other and readied for their trip to the Seoul Broadcasting System building in Mokdong. A pre-filming meeting was set for the two of them for their upcoming appearance on ‘Baek Jong Won’s Three Great Emperors’. With BTS stabilizing themselves on the Korean music map, their CEO, Bang Sihyuk, along with their managers and team leaders had arranged for more show appearances for the members. This time around on the ‘Three Great Emperors’, the managers agreed that both Seokjin and Hoseok were the perfect fit: Seokjin with his actual love for culinary and Hoseok with his humorous charm. They were at least bound to do good work for the show.

          Seokjin nodded and put his seatbelt on. “Well it’s a love story. The title literally says ‘Romance in Jinhae’. But do you really want spoilers now before it’s all even filmed?”

          Hoseok considered it for a moment. “Eh, I guess not. But is it, you know, corny? Like, do you have corny lines?”

          “I thought you didn’t want spoilers!”

          The other laughed. “Alright, I’ll take that as a yes! I think you’d nail it if it had more dad jokes, though.”

          “I don’t think the script could call for my dad jokes.”

          “I don’t think the audience would call for it, either.”

          “Hey!”

          Of course, Hoseok’s finger guns ended that joke on a light note.

          Their bickering continued for halfway of the trip until both of them fell asleep when they reached the expressway. The sun had unexpectedly shone brighter that morning and the commute to Mokdong took longer than usual, thus providing them a lethargic feeling within the van that even their manager, Hobeom, fell asleep as well. Seokjin only awoke when Hoseok nudged him as they neared the SBS building. He wondered then how long their meeting would take. It wasn’t as if he had a lot of extra things to do, but he wanted to study his film’s script a little more. He had a week left until the script reading after all.

          “Now that I think about it, we never really got to visit their main building much, have we?” Hoseok said after he hopped off the ground and stretched out his arms. He looked up at the glass walls of the SBS building.

          Seokjin followed suit and shook his head. “No. We usually performed at the Open Hall.”

          “It looks pretty fancy.”

          “I think Big Hit is fancier.”

          Hoseok laughed. “Bang PD would want to hear that.”

          The interior of the entertainment building did not disappoint their initial impressions. Although they have visited a few times before, it seems the company has changed quite a few things with their décor, including the polishing of their large silver pillars and more posters of their current shows lining the walls. LED television sets were also available for viewing commercials and show teasers, most especially dramas. It felt like the first time visiting again for the two members.

          After receiving visitor’s passes from the reception personnel of SBS, Hobeom accompanied them inside the building and they all made their way up to the tenth floor of the building via the elevator. The air-conditioning was still turned up quite high as regular company structures would have them, despite the December cold outside. None of them could remove their coats for the time being, even if they wanted to. Upon reaching the designated floor, an employee assigned to them was waiting at the guest area, escorting them soon enough to the conference room where their appointment was to be held. It seemed that they were the first ones there and the SBS employee bid them to take comfort while they waited for the producers of the show. Hobeom excused himself outside, as he had to take a phone call, leaving Seokjin and Hoseok behind momentarily in the conference room.

          Seokjin looked at Hoseok and grinned. “It’s kinda fun to think that we’re finally starting to get on more variety shows.”

          Hoseok nodded. “Yeah! I wonder which shows we all could go as a group again.”

          “I’d want us to go on Infinite Challenge if we can. But for now, I’m glad to be able to get on a show about food.”

          “Oh yeah. You always wanted that, right, hyung?”

          Seokjin nodded. “How about you?”

          Hoseok thought for a while. “Right now, I just want to go on any show where I could do a lot of things, although I have been thinking about emceeing, too.”

          “You did great last time at Inkigayo.”

          “Exactly why I want to try it again.”

          A few more discussions about varieties and live shows started until Seokjin excused himself to go to the restroom. Since they still had some time before the actual start of the meeting, his trip to the restroom was accompanied by some sightseeing within the building. The higher floors had little posters now as compared to the ground floor’s lobby, and this time they were replaced with framed artworks instead and doors for studios and other conference rooms. There was a feeling of professionalism within the walls, Seokjin thought.

          As he passed a long hallway towards where the restroom was located, he couldn’t help but hear women’s laughs at the end of it. They echoed quite pleasingly, and one of the laughs was oddly cute. It was the best he could describe it, especially when the laugh turns up a higher pitch to a squeak at every breath. The other one was huskier. Seokjin grew slightly curious as he neared the source.

          “The year is about to end but our love for everybody, especially our fans, STAR1, will never stop. Thank you for continuing to support SISTAR and we promise much better music and appearances for the upcoming year.” Hyojung stated, finalizing her speech for the cameras.

          Dasom followed suit to fully close the talk. “Bora-unnie and Soyou-unnie also send their love. Please continue to look after us in 2017 as well.”

          “Again, thank you. We’re the B. E. S. T., SISTAR. This has been SISTAR. Happy holidays!”

          With new music releases come promotions as well as promotion wrap-ups. Hyojung, or more commonly known as SISTAR’s Hyolyn, had just finished her own promotion period for her recent mini-album, “It’s Me”, and thus was invited over for an SBS talk show, 'Access Showbiz Tonight'. Although they had already interviewed her when it was released, Hyojung’s interview this time was to cover how it was like as a solo artist to promote once more on her own and still be quite active with her original group. At the same time, Dasom had been present for the same interview to join Hyojung on discussing plans for SISTAR’s future and competition with rookie groups. Jihyun and Bora had their own activities to attend to, thus the absence.

          Their interview finished within the morning and the two decided to have brunch at a nearby restaurant after parting with their company staff. Their manager had bid them his own goodbye to check on over the other managers of SISTAR who accompanied Bora and Jihyun, leaving the two behind on their own.

          “You know, unnie, I’m still really proud of you for this album.” Dasom said as they freshened themselves up in the restroom. “I know the physical sales weren’t what we expected, but I’m still proud of you.”

          Hyojung smiled as she combed her hair out. The curls she had earlier were a bit too much. “It might sound selfish but I wasn’t really worried about the sales so long as I get to release music that I like and fans like.”

          “And you did.” Dasom started to fix her items as soon as she finished retouching her makeup. As always, she wore quite the little amount today as they weren’t performing.

          “Thanks, Somie.” Hyojung said as she led the way outside the restroom. “I can’t wait until you, Jihyun, and Bora-unnie release your own stuff, you know. But I feel like you’d be the one with the most surprising output.”

          “How so?”

          “You yourself know you’re not made for hip-hop sounds. You can do it, of course, but it’s not the genre you’d focus on.”

          Dasom nodded in agreement. “Well that’s true. But you know what? I’ll just leave it to your words. Let it all be a surprise.”

          “I’d be more surprised if you actually came out with hip-hop, so I’ll be expecting that then.” Hyojung laughed. “I’ll flip if you rap with Mad Clown.”

          “I should join Unpretty like you did to test myself out!”

          Hyojung’s husky laugh mixed with Dasom’s own high-pitched one filled the quiet tenth floor of the SBS building with both of them forgetting that there could be other people and staff passing by. Yet at that point, they hardly cared. It didn’t calm either of them down, too, when Hyojung pretended to rap about Dasom’s interests of cute stuff and then dabbing in the end. Dasom broke out in larger laughs, holding onto the wall for support.

          “You seriously dabbed—“ And the statement couldn’t even be completed between all the laughing and joking. Hyojung was on a roll on her own, after all, and Dasom was her victim for the day.

          Hyojung was the first to calm down, surprisingly, while Dasom was only starting to catch her breath, but every glance at her fellow member caused her to chuckle a little more. The only reason Hyojung stopped, however, was because all the laughing caused her to grow a need for the bathroom again.

          “Okay, I need to pee again.” She said nonchalantly, almost tossing over her bag to Dasom while she rushed inside the ladies’ room. “Wait for me here, Somie.”

          “Don’t take too long.” Dasom called at her, and the only response she was met with was incoherent babbling from a rushing Hyojung. As the door closed, however, Dasom’s focus was quickly shifted towards the approaching young man from the hall.

          Seokjin got to the source of all the echoing laughs, and he paused his tracks momentarily upon seeing a senior colleague in front of him. Had she been the one with all the pretty laughs earlier? He hadn’t expected to see her until a few more days, either, but Seokjin found it a pleasant chance to meet Dasom outside of their work schedule. He smiled brightly at her and bowed in respect.

          “Good morning, sunbaenim!” Seokjin greeted and, as always, remembered to introduce himself. It also dawned on him then and there how little interaction BTS had with SISTAR all this time. “I’m BTS’ Jin. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

          In mutual response, Dasom offered her own smile and bowed (after fully catching her breath, that is), although she realized it was a little harder to do it this time with two bags in her arms. Subconsciously she wondered what could be weighing so much this time in Hyojung’s bag.

          “Of course I know you. It’s nice to meet you, too, Jin.” She said, then quickly remembered the recent achievements of the other idol. She gave him a couple of claps of her hands. “And congratulations! I watched MAMA. Those were great awards you received.”

          Seokjin’s grin was a mix of happiness and shyness, and Dasom chuckled at the expression. “Thank you! The group is very happy about it.”

          “I can imagine so. We’ll be working together soon. I heard it’s your first film.”

          He nodded. “It is. I’m excited for the script reading.”

          “So am I. It’s quite an interesting story, huh?” Dasom’s talk was cut abruptly as the restroom door opened and out came Hyojung. Seokjin was quick to notice and greet her the same way he did to Dasom.

          “Oh, Bangtan?” Hyojung grinned and gave Seokjin two thumbs up. “Congrats on Artist of the Year!”

          If being congratulated once by a senior colleague today was already big, having it happen twice was overwhelming enough for Seokjin. He gave another round of thanks, giving deep bows where they were due. Hyojung commented on his politeness. Dasom teased her on her lack thereof (and later reminding Hyojung that she was really just kidding).

          Dasom turned back to Seokjin. “You must be busy if you’re here at the building, so we’ll leave you to your work. Unnie and I have to leave anyway. I’ll see you at the script reading.”

          “Ah, he’s your co-star?” Hyojung asked, impressed. “Hey, good luck! Acting roles are always great chances for us idols.”

          “I’m grateful for it.” He gave them a wave of his hand as they began to walk away. “Take care, sunbaenim. I hope to learn a lot from you.”

          “See you on the nineteenth.” Dasom grinned at him as she started heading towards the hallway to the elevators. “Let’s work hard. I'm sure I'll get to learn from you, too.”

          Seokjin bid the women his goodbyes, feeling quite happy at the interaction and praise for their group from experienced seniors. At the same time, it seemed that Dasom was approachable enough. Maybe filming won’t be as nerve-wracking as he initially thought. A stirring in his pocket shook him, however, and Seokjin found his phone with a text. It seemed he took too much time wandering the building for his journey to the restroom; Hoseok was looking for him as the meeting would be starting soon.

          “Aish—seriously.”

          The debate on whether he should go and do his business or hold it in for the rest of the meeting started.

I hope you guys liked it! Like always, feel free to tell me what you think.

Also, I’m on AO3 and AFF!

#bts fanfic #jin #seokjin #dasom #sistar #kim seokjin #kim dasom #sistar fanfic #kpop fanfic #jinsom #jinsom: appreciated #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #kpop