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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Clownfish reader can be paired up with a few yans:

-Yandere Fisherperson who is a somewhat collector of rare finds of fish and has taken a liking to you so they keep you in a huge aquarium and keeps you there.

-Yandere Predator who was supposed to prey on you until they realized you were their perfect soulmate and decided to keep you for themselves whilst they hunt for you and keep you safe.

-Yandere Sailor who managed to stumble upon one of your performances that has them in a trance, They sail all over the seas just to find you and watch your performances until they were to capture you so you only perform for them and sail away with them.

-Yandere Kraken who has watched all of your performances and yet is somewhat jealous of the fact you still weren't theirs, They make sure to be at an appropriate distance that they can keep an eye on you and make sure you weren't frightened by them.

These are cheesy but meh, I still like the idea of Clownfish reader tho as long as they wear the orange black and white pattern as clown makeup.

(I combined the Predator + Kraken one because I felt they could work together)

Another shipwreck.

So many of those recently. You feared for, and even attempted to entertain stranded humans until better help arrived. This wreckage was completely devoid of life, and its content spilled along the sea floor - making it grounds for you to savage parts for future acts. It wasn't stealing if no one was around.

You swim through the wreckage collecting whatever catches your eye. Shiny jewelry, things you could use to paint your face with on the surface- What's that? You drop nearly your entire horde to pick up one object. A long strip of metal with holes and held together by straps of leather. You've seen humans play with something similar before, blowing air through the top to make such lovely sounds. You try it yourself, but all that comes out is jets of water through the otherside. Obviously not what you wanted, but it still amuses you. You sit on a nearby rock and trying again with a deeper breath, blissful unaware of your surroundings.

Such a cute little fool you were.

Well fed and lethargic, the creature watches its destined mate amuse themselves from the shelter of the dismantled ship. Dinner and a show were such a beautiful mix. That obvious angel was next on the menu at one point in time, but the creature's stomach just wouldn't settle right if it ate something so sweet. Instead, it chose follow them and their humorous act - falling mad with love by the day. How comforting it was to see them smile when pleased a crowd, and how righteous it felt to devour those who turned away their loves generosity though both groups met the same ill fate as soon as their bethroned looked away. With all this talk of food, it was about time it shared its bounty with its lover.

You pause to sniff the air as a faint scent wafts through the ocean sky. It's fish, and not the kind you're used to. It's that stuff in cans you've discovered in other shipwrecks that was somehow even better than that. You swim over without even putting danger into question. At the source you find that cans with their lids popped, and fillets of fish the humans must've cooked. The skin is a little mushy thanks to the water, but you're too hungry to care. You look around as something grazes your back, just missing the tendril that retreats into the ship as you dive back in for another bite.

Adorable as always.

#Clownfish reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere insert #Sea creature reader #Clown reader #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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Lee Sapnap hmmmm~

You’ve summoned me Mushie

Okay he’s ribs are a death spot but especially if you drill the ones under his arms. He squeals at that.

He doesn’t really fight back but he curls up and kicks his legs which is cute.

He tries his best to not laughter so catching him by surprise or teasing him is your best bet to hear those giggles.

Sapnap is the one who usually gets tickled in the house, Dream and George would team up on him cause he’s the smallest and he’s also a brat sometimes (George is the biggest brat tho).

Sometimes Dream gets them both if they are fighting like kids again.

I got more but I don’t want this to be too long so have fun with these for now :>

YESSSSS I LOVE SUMMONING PEOPLE FOR LEE!SAP!!!!!!!!!!! 🔥😈

I 1000000% agree that the top two ribs on sapnap are absolute torture for him. saps ribs in general are really sensitive, but his armpits and the two top ribs are what really set him off in terms of that area. (he also has thighs, hips, ankles + feet for death spots!!!) anyone that goes to get him there either get wrecked themselves bc sap gets adrenaline so hard that he overpowers the other person, or they get their hands stuck under saps arms, free to tk and tk and tk until he can’t take it or he lets their hands out (spoiler alert: sap can never lift his arms to let anyone out)

I think that when sap is first getting into a tk fight or first getting tks, he does attempt to fight back. but if someone catches him off guard or they get him in a good spot he kind of just becomes this useless pile of squirms, kicks and giggles. he writhes and shivers and trembles and squirms and kicks with all his might to try and get rid of the tkly energy, and he slaps his fists against the ground, but he will almost never fight back when he’s being tkled that badly 🫠

I was speaking to cal today about how sapnap would try and hold in his laughter SO MUCH, and the ler (i’ll use karl) would just find it both hilarious and adorable. hilarious, because watching sapnap pretend to have composure while having his ribs tweaked is the funniest joke karl’s ever heard, and adorable for the same reasons. sapnap knows karl is going easy on him so that he can have a false sense of security, but it still catches him off guard when karl goes from poking around his ribs to kneading between his hip bones. that makes sapnap scream and fall into a fit of loud laughter, and karl just teases him about how hard he tried but how “the tk monster always gets the laughs out”

weirdly enough i feel like sapnap is the one who gets tkled the most too???? because he IS so small, and he IS a brat (and ur correct george is the king of the brats we all know that for sure), and sap is just so tkly everywhere that george and dream can’t help but target him any chance they can get. it’s just a bonus for the two that sapnap has the cutest reactions

I AGREE 100000000000000000% THAT DREAM GETS THEM BOTH IF THEYRE FIGHTING OR ANNOYING HIM!!!!!!! after the first few times sapnap and george are kind of conditioned to see the warning signs, so if they’re all in the living room, george and sapnap arguing over something ridiculous again and one of them sees dreams fingers start twitching, they stop almost immediately, tapping the other person to signal for them to stop just so dream doesn’t wreck them. sometimes dream still does, even if they stop, just because he wants to and he can 😎 (also: if sap or george are feeling lee or feeling like they want the other person to get wrecked, they’ll continue arguing or being annoying even if the other person stops to get them both tkled anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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ragnarssons · 2 years

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lol no Daemon doesn't. He didn't even put up much of a argument when Laena voiced that she knows she wasn't his first choice as a wife. he let laena feel like that

It's ok, one day you won't feel insecure about "your ship" to the point of needing to come into someone else's ask box just to say "prove your point" as biased and just irrelevant it is (pssst spoiler alert, Daemon CHOSE Laena, Daemon CHOSE to go galavant the earth with her, Daemon CHOSE to have these children with her and did in fact think about abandoning everything about his Westerosi family - including Rhaenyra - to give himself and his family a carefree, comfy AND SAFE life in Pentos, Daemon CHOSE to spend 10 years with Laena, Daemon CHOSE not to sacrifice his wife in order to kinda maybe who knows save the baby- hence he wasn't with her by interest of having heirs, especially considering his heirs are two DAUGHTERS). And you know I'll even tell you that in my mind, Daemon grew to love Laena because he loved that aspect of freedom and choice he had with her. See? I am able to see how grounded in parts of self-interest Daemon's love for Laena was/is. Because 1) it's Daemon, 2) it's human beings. No I don't mean Daemon loved Laena in a "they're SOULMAAAATES and they danced on the Titanic song at their wedding, he is the perfect husband and the perfect fAtHer!!", I mean he loved her because he loved life and freedom and careless moments with her. She skinned him of the cunning, ruthless and lonely man he was for a very long time in his life, and gave him the opportunity to rest, to settle down, to be at peace with the life he had with her and their daughters. That's LOVE. And it's all backed up by the sentences said in the very same conversation Daemon and Laena have on the show itself. Yes, ten years later, the marriage is damaged and hurt, and yes, how epic it is that still to this day Daemon longs for Rhaenyra just as he longs for what his life would be had he stayed in Westeros by his brother's side. But it can be BOTH, I know, crazy, we're multi-dimensional beings!

One day y'all will learn the complexity of human feelings and emotions and hurdles of lives: having a first choice some 10+ years ago doesn't prevent you from growing to love someone else. I know, crazy. Just like NO saying Daemon loves Laena, doesn't mean I say that he didn't or doesn't still love Rhaenyra and/or longs or has longed for her for years and all. Hey notice how Laena MOSTLY talks about how Daemon misses HIS BROTHER too, or have you chosen to ignore that canon fact too because in your weird minds, Daemon can love only one person?

You do keep your tunnel vision, tho. Again, let's talk again when Daemon goes not to be the perfect husband to Rhaenyra as y'all think he will be. Spoiler alert, really: Daemon isn't the mushy mushy uwu malewife y'all expect him to be. Really touch some grass before s2 because y'all are in for a doozy.

#y'all i like rhaenyra and daemon but ur making me loathe them lmfao #just leave me be and live in ur buble where daemon is nothing but a meow meow #dictating his life around rhaenyra #imagine thinking THAT about daemon fcking targaryen lmfao #answered #anonymous #hotd spoilers #stay pressed tho

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mattohonbung · 9 months

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mama chang

🇨🇳 chinese (hunan, sichuan, hubei)

📍 fairfax city, virginia

📅 July 2023; dinner-ish. 2nd time

🙂 overall: i'm so impressed with the variety of unique dishes on this restaurant's menu; I'm always gonna get a diff experience each time. generally tho, they deliver on mala but not so much on hot-spiciness, and i feel like their appetisers / small plates are less impressive than their larger meals. I wanna try everything on the menu before going back to the dishes that I liked.

more food pix + detailed review under the cut!

🍲 yangzhou meatball stew - ok so we were expecting a bowl of Stew with Multiple Meatballs, and out comes 2 huge meatballs and like no stew. what? it didn't have much going on in the taste department either. bok choy was also just steamed so not anything exciting there either.

this would've been vastly improved with better seasoning of the ground meat, or at least more SAUCE. I won't be getting it again

🍜 suanla rice noodle - neither the noodles nor the bok(?) choy were overcooked. the broth was fine but I wouldn't say it was particularly tasty; we added the soup from the beef stone pot to get more flavor into it lol

this was boring; I wouldn't get it again

🍗 ganghood fried chicken - each piece was crispy and the batter was tasty (good amount of salt) and thin. a standard, enjoyable eat! however the pieces of pepper in the dish just weren't spicy. that's ok tho

I'd order it again. but they also have other kinds of fried chicken dishes that also look interesting, so I'd try those first

🍲 hot + numbing beef stone pot - man this portion was fuckin GENEROUS it was honest 2 god bottomless. the beef and noodles never ended o my god. the beef pieces were large and tender and took to the flavor of the soup nicely, and the noodles were so slippery lol. I to my surprise, I found this stew to be NUMBING AF (we had to take breaks to eat this) but not that spicy? the sensation was so weird. like it made my mouth feel cold and the spiciness kinda disappeared.

it feels like tasting multiple circles of hell in 1 dish. I'd get it again

🍆🧄 eggplant w/ spicy garlic sauce - the biggest mystery of this meal was how the eggplant stayed hot FOR SO LONG. each piece had a wonderful texture- firm but gave way to the teeth; the flesh wasn't mushy and absorbed the sauce nicely. man that sauce was spicy lol it hurt and I kept coming back for more

perfection I'll be ordering this again

🦀🐖🥟 crab + pork soup dumplings - standard! skin was thin enough, and the soup tasted nice and complex. I thought the the meat inside was pretty plain; it tasted more of pork than crab.

I wouldn't mind getting it again, but only after I try every other dish that they have. they have TONS

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💲 price: I think the final amount was like $35/person? this place is the 1st floor of an office building and is decorated very nicely so I expected that. as a party of 5, we left VERY FULL, and our only leftovers was the soup of the hot + numbing beef stone pot and the mala eased up on us the next day lol

🗒️ other notes: none of these dishes come with rice; you have to request it (I don't think it costed anything tho). we also asked for their chili oil and it was fragrant but wasn't that spicy. oh well lmao

also we had this meal at a strange time (4pm) and the restaurant was like a little over half-full?? folks know what's up lol

#chinese #hunan #hubei #sichuan #fairfax city #virginia #dinner

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imnotusedtobeingloved · 3 years

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PLEADING FOR MERCY

(PLEASE DON’T REBLOG!)

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal.

Pairing: Zuko x f!Reader

Characters: Zuko, Iroh, Azula, Katara, Aang, Sokka (mentioned), Toph (mentioned)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: Part two of “destiny is a funny thing”

A/N: Since I’ve been asked for a next part to my last Zuko fic, here it is. (tho further requests only per inbox please haha)

“(Y/N)?” You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, lightly shaking you awake. “(Y/N)!” A groan passed your lips, feeling every limb ache. “You have to wake up, we need to get out of here!”

The sudden sound of water irritated you, but one second later relief flowed through your body. The pain disappeared. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, seeing a slightly blurred version of your friend. She looked no different than the last time you’d seen her. Her braid was a bit more tousled than usual, but her ocean-blue orbs were like the calm after a storm. “Katara?” You slurred, stumbling slightly when she helped you up, but her healing powers were quick to work. She drew you into a hug, as soon as you’d gained full balance. Immediately the smell of salt and sea overcame your senses. Something you constantly associated with her. “I’m so glad you’re back. We were so worried,” She pulled away slightly, analyzing your face. “What happened?” Her voice was soothing. It felt good. Knowing that they had, indeed, thought about you. “I was-”

The tunnel above you began to rumble. You took a hold of Katara’s hand, spotting one of the earth benders against the bright sunlight. “You’ve got company,” Another one sneered, pushing their next victim down into the Crystal Catacombs. “Gaah!” He screamed as he tumbled downwards, landing on his stomach directly in front of you. It took you a second to recognize it was Lee. “Zuko!” Katara said, surprised, before her face disorted with anger. You calling out “Lee!” at the same time didn’t help the situation. His eyes widened when he saw you, but the shock was gone in a flash. You’d wanted to help him up, but upon stepping closer he turned his back on you, still sitting on the floor. Your smile disappeared. “Don’t get close to him, (Y/N). He’s dangerous,” The water bender murmured, grabbing your upper arm to hold you back.

This wasn’t a happy reunion. Instead it was all a big puddle of confusion.

Katara hadn’t even registered you calling him by the wrong name, too caught up in her rage. “Why did they throw you in here?” She asked, only to answer herself a second later. “Oh, wait. Let me guess. It’s a trap. So that when Aang shows up to help us you can finally have him in your little Fire Nation clutches!” He briefly looked over his shoulder, but stayed silent. “Katara, what are you talking about?” You asked, bewildered. “This is him, (Y/N)! This is Prince Zuko, who hunted us down countless times to capture Aang!”

You swallowed dryly. Was this supposed to be some kind of bad joke? His feelings for you. The stories you’d shared. The caring touches when he’d changed your bandages. All a lie?

Of course you hadn’t been truthful yourself, at first. And you didn’t blame him for being precautios. But you’d told him in time, when things got more serious. Didn’t you deserve the same?

Weeks were wasted with a prince, who’d hunted your friends for ages.

Now you blankly stared at the back of his head. His shoulders seemed more slumped than before, but he didn’t deny the accusations that Katara had thrown at him. Your love was lost. Lost to someone who’d probably never been honest with you. Not once. Deep regret formed in the pit of your stomach. You felt sick. Speechless.

“You’re a terrible person, you know that?” Your friend remained unimpressed by his Royal heritage, continuing to yell at him. “Always following us! Hunting the Avatar! Trying to capture the world’s last hope for peace!” She growled, pacing around like a panther in it’s cage. “But what do you care, Fire Lord’s son? Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood!” Katara spat, which eventually gained her the response she was waiting for. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” She whirled around. “I don’t? How dare you? You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me, personally!” She turned and sunk to the floor. “The Fire Nation took my mother away from me,”

You choose to interrupt, standing between both sides uncomfortably. “Maybe we should calm down...” You didn’t know how to explain that you’d spend the past weeks with the enemy. Surrounded by rocks and crystals there wasn’t much room for you to comfort her, but you choose to help her calm down before you’d attempt to talk to... Zuko. It was hard not to think of him as the ‘Lee’ you’d met him as. Wrapping your arms around her, you swayed her softly, trying to soothe her outrage. Something scraped over the stone behind you. The prince must’ve shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry about your mother. That’s something we have in common,” You pulled Katara up to stand next to you, gently wiping the tears from her face. When you lifted your gaze, Zuko stood directly in front of you.

You didn’t know what to think. Couldn’t even look at him. So you kept your eyes focused on the crystals around you. “(Y/N)...” He mumbled, but you shook your head. No more lies. You couldn’t take it anymore. “No,” Tears stinged in your eyes, but you refused to let them go. A throbbing headache soon formed, from your tightly clenched jaw. Katara looked between the two of you, sensing a new kind of tension. “But-”

“No!” You said with more force, glaring at his face. It was the first time that his eyes met yours, since you were down here. “You lied to me,” your voice wasn’t as strong as usual, shaking with emotion. “All this time was just a big lie!” You could see the big questionmark on your friends face, but you couldn’t bare to tell her what a stupid mistake you’d made. “It wasn’t! Yes i did lie about my identity, but i didn’t lie about anything else! Besides you never told me you were with the Avatar!” This was unbelievable. “Why would i? I didn’t think it would matter to our-” The walls shook around you. A part of it exploded, making stones and crystals fly everywhere. The three of you covered your faces, coughing from the whirled up dust. To your relief it revealed Aang and Iroh behind it.

“Aang!” Katara exclaimed, running up to him and embracing the Avatar in a tight hug. The man you’d formerly known as “Mushi” did the same to Zuko, while you stood in the middle. Silent. Unmoving. “Aang, i knew you would come. I found (Y/N) down here!” The water bender said. He smiled as you walked up to him and shared a hug with both. “It’s good to see you. We tried searching the city, but we couldn’t find you. Then i had a vision about Katara and you being in danger... What happened? Did they hurt you?”

You detatched yourself with a sigh. “It’s a long story,” He nodded, letting you off the hook for now. “Uncle, i don’t understand, what are you doing with the Avatar?” Zuko growled from behind you. “Saving you, that’s what,” Aang replied, still clinging to Katara. “Ugh!” The prince made a step forward, but the general held him back. “Prince Zuko, it’s time we talked. Go help your other friends!” he said to the Avatar. “We’ll catch up with you,” Aang didn’t waste any more time. He bowed to Iroh with a thankfull grin, before disappearing into the tunnel. Katara followed him without hesitation.

“(Y/N)?” At first you wanted to ignore the man. But you owed your life to him. He’d been the one to take you in, nursed you back to health, and now he seemed to help you once again. So you stopped for a second to look back at him. “I’m sorry we had to lie to you. But for what it’s worth, i’m glad to see you alive and well. I hope you can forgive us one day,” He mildly spoke, without force. You acknowledged his words with a brief nod, not sparing a glance for his nephew. Then you moved to follow the others.

The three of you took off, running deeper into the Catacombs. “We’ve got to find Sokka and Toph,” Katara called out. Suddenly a hiss rang out behind you, a wave of heat following the sound. You turned around just in time for Aang to block Azulas attack, barely escaping her flames. You’d never seen her before. Tough the resemblance to Zuko was undeniable. Knowing who he was helped to connect the dots between them more quickly. They had the same shade of umber hair. Shared some particular facial features. And nearly the same intruiging eyeshade. Just almost. You’d never known golden eyes could be so cold.

Producing a large wave Katara ran up to her, letting the water come crashing down. The princess deflected the attack with an offense of her own, transforming it all into hot mist, clouding the room. It didn’t take long for her to attack again. You redirected the fire balls with some of your own, staying in the defensive. “I see you’ve added a firebender to your little group,” She mocked, landing on a stone pillar. “How does it feel being a traitor to your own Nation?” You ignored her bribes, watching her every move.

The rock crumbled under her feet at Aangs next command. She had to jump, meeting the three of you on even ground. Minutes of deafening silence passed. No one dared to make a move.

A deep red flame interrupted the tension, landing right in the middle of the ring. Zuko had joined the field. And he was ready to fight. The question was: Which side would he choose?

You had no idea. You’d thought you knew him before. But now he was unpredictable. The boy you loved never existed in the first place. And yet you still tried to catch his eyes with yours, pleading for mercy.

He didn’t even look in your direction. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to fullfill his destiny. Wouldn’t be able to go home.

His burning hot flame shot directly at Aang.

Azula responded accordingly, sending her fire in Katara’s direction. The blue flames clashed with her water and the air sizzled, as a relentless fight erupted in the hall of the Catacombs.

In mere seconds pure chaos ensued. You tried defending Aang from the prince as best as you could, both of you working together. But as he bend a large rock to knock Zuko back, you found yourself at the ground as well. You landed on your back, directly on the wound the prince had treated. A sharp pain travelled up your spine.

Katara had Azula at her mercy, who was quickly freed by her brother while you and Aang got back to your feet. “I thought you’d changed!” Your friend yelled at him, using her water as an extension of her arms. He did the same with his flames. “I have changed,” He striked with all his might. It was a painful sight to look at. Her braid didn’t exist no longer, hair flying freely from the blow. She was knocked into a pair of green crystals, stained red around the edges one moment later.

“You’re right,” you mumbled, coming up behind him. “You really have,” For a moment his stance faltered. Nevertheless he faced his opponent. Neither of you made a move for a long time. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Azula hunting after Aang. She got the best of him as she pushed him back into the crystal wall. “Aang!” you screamed, rushing forward. Zuko stepped in your way, now producing flames, to hold you off. A rush of energy went through you, calling out to the fire within. It formed in your palms, pulsating and strong. They collided with his. Smoke rose around you, fighting tooth and nail.

But your heart wasn’t in it.

Only rage. Pure and powerful anger. You shoved him back repeadiately, the despair fueling your fire. In a moment of carelessnes he managed to grab your wrists, pressing your back against the wall. The troubles of your injury caught up on you, weakening you faster than normal. You were no fool. It wasn’t a secret that he was a better fighter than you. Zuko was holding back.

Your heart clenched in your chest. This time you couldn’t hold it in. Tears spilled on your cheeks. “Please,” you gasped desperatly. You’d tried to concentrate on your hatred towards him. You really did. But your heart played a different game. “I don’t want to fight you,”

Doubts crossed his mind. It showed on his face and a tiny piece of hope flared in your chest. “You can still choose differently,” you whispered. Right now he was closer to you, than he had been in days. Once again you discovered all those tiny details in his face, that you’d loved so much. For a second you saw Lee. But before you was standing Zuko. His thumb catched one of your tears, gently wiping it from your cheek. And then he left. You weren’t worth his alliance. Weren’t even worth a fight. He left you sinking to the ground, the taste of ashes in your mouth.

All it took was one look upon the battlefield to know you’d lost. Aang’s next attack didn’t even reach the fire benders. Surrounded by Azula, Zuko and a number of Dai Lee agents, you had no chance. Katara had gotten back up, drawing a circle of water-tentacles around her. But you knew it would be of no use. There were too many. You got up despite the defeat, refusing to lose sitting down. Distanly you registered Aang producing a tent of crystals around his body to protect himself. You wondered how long it would take, before Azula burst through it. You positioned yourself in front of it regardless.

The princess smirked at you, raising her hands. Like a cat watching it’s prey.

Then the makeshift tent began to glow. From the inside. Aang floated in the air, his marks and eyes glowing brightly. He’d made it. He’d reached the Avatar-State. Everyone watched, entranced by the sight. Until a blaze of lightning striked. His body convulsed under the pressure of it’s power. And then the Avatar fell.

All you could do, was watch.

You were by his side before anybody else, still protecting his lifeless body with a circle of flames around you. Katara produced a large wave, reaching you just in time before the siblings. And to your luck, she wasn’t the only one who did.

Someone burst through the wall near the exit. “You’ve got to get out of here. I’ll hold them off as long as i can!” Iroh screamed, sending flames in every possible direction to create an opening. You took it. Carrying Aang, you and Katara ran for your lives. The waterfall of the Catacombs was your loophole, and you managed to get through, thanks to your friend producing a pillar of water.

Your eyes remained on the prince, until you were no longer able to see him.

find part three here!

tagging u beautiful ppl: @zvkonation @viva-la-millennia @randomness501 @drheinzd @kaylove12

#zuko x reader #avatar zuko #zuko imagine #prince zuko

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Demon Angel AU: Looming

This is mostly fluff with a twist at the end. The next part should be Whumpier, but for now, timeline is set right before the Circus! Hope you like it!

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@as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread

CW// Some angst, implied past dubcon, implied Pet whump, recovery whump, mention of branding, self blaming, implied torture, non human whumpees, demon whump, accidental whump, blood, non sexual nudity and mind control. Ask to tag!

In a few weeks, the angel had learnt exactly how to start up a fire and cook his own meat, set up his own camp and how to set up a trap for small animals. It was small progress made while the demon kept an eye on the direction of the grasslands they had fallen the day of the ceremony.

The soldiers should have already seen through his spell and were already turning on their heels to find them. They were moving, but the demon knew they were at least two steps ahead. Despite the constant agitation in his mind, wondering what could happen if they were found by humans, Albus indulged Sann on his morning strolls.

It was a deal they made after Albus began slurring words and dark bags sprouted under his eyes. Sann would mount guard a few hours before sunrise so the demon could catch up some sleep.

Albus quickly understood it wasn´t just simple generosity on the seraphim´s behalf, which he perfectly knew was the angel´s nature, but it was too, an excuse to soar the sky and perch up on trees to watch the sunrise on a place that was so vastly different from home.

Like a kid learning there was far more than the town they grew up in, a sense of wonder permeated Sann´s every action. And just like a kid, there would be accidents.

It was basically routine now how Albus jumped completely awake a few minutes before sunrise. When he heard a dry thud right outside of the hollow tree trunk covered in a thick layer of leafs and tall grass to find Sann lifting himself off the floor covered in twigs.

The angel would have the nerve to smile shyly at him and ask for help to pull out a stick from under the mess of feathers that was his back. There was something in the way his cheeks dimpled that compelled him to always say yes.

“How do you even-?” Albus started pulling away a twig coiled right between the middle and third wings. Noticing now how the third pair was smaller, and so, far more knitted up and hard to pull things out from “How do you manage to get twigs this large stuck in there? Do you fly directly into trees or what?” he groaned pulling with both hands now.

“I can’t help it! I didn’t have to worry about trees up there! I don’t see- OUCH! WAIT! STOP, STOP!” Sann screamed an involuntary flap slapping Albus square in the face. Sann whipped his head back to find an Albus with his face red, his nose wrikling in annoyance, before a drop of black scurried down to his lip. The smile forming on his lips dropped as he jumped to stand “Oh gods, I´m sorry! I didn´t mean-”

“DON´T” he cut him off with palatable irritation in his voice, lifting his hand to stop the angel’s and wiping it off with the back of his hand “Don’t touch it” the demon whispered looking around for something to stop the bleeding.

He found the angel ripping off the side of his skirt and cautiously, Sann began to wipe his face clean “I’m sorry, that must have hurt” he said, settling a hand on his jaw to have a better grip while rubbing with a light touch.

The demon found himself lost in the touch. So warm and gentle, he didn’t notice how he leaned into his hand with eyes closed. Shooting them wide open and stepping back when he heard a breathy giggle. Embarrassment completely turning his face red as he saw the angel hood his wrist and clean the back of his hand too before, folding the piece of cloth and turn.

“Your turn” he said lifting his wings just so, giving way to reach the twig, still trapped between the joints of his wings. The demon watched him for a second and swooshed his tail before grabbing it in one hand. The other softly controlling the wing’s movement so it wouldn’t pull his feathers.

“Move the third pair down and the second up” Albus said, hearing the slight scratch on the floor when they touched the ground. Albus finally could see the shape of the twig and pulled it sideways, throwing it away in a sigh. “There, how do you feel?” The demon asked still a hand over the seraphim’s feathery back. The smallest, softest ones covering the sides of his spine. Moving along the wings, lifting and puffing up, sensing under his finger tips how the muscles on his back allowed them to stretch.

An indescribable feeling ran through the demon then, birthed by wondering how strong they had to be to not only lift Sann off the ground, but also carry both of them. An extension of his body he betrayed his homeland to keep. That he broke in order to save him.

“Much better! Thank you, Al. Sorry for slapping you” he giggled, the weight of his hand still on his back making him turn to see his face, solemn and quiet, before he looked away. “Al?”

“Thank you, angel” the words rolled out of his tongue with ease. Puzzling Sann before the seraphim caught a glimpse of bright red snaking down his neck. Smiling to himself when he saw his tail swoosh behind him while lifting up their camp “Nothing suspicious around?”

“Nope” Sann replied popping the sound at the end with a grin.

“We should get moving. We have stayed here for too long”

“Nobody’s on our backs tho’” the angel said noticing the funky smell coming out of his garbs, now gray and green at parts because of his unfortunate, sudden encounters with trees. Remembering the place that distracted him in the first place and watching the poor state of Albus’ own clothes “I know a place…”

—-

That same night, having moved to the other side of the mountain, Sann was sitting on the edge of the natural spring, running a hand through his wet hair and covering his naked body from the other with his wings. Watching the demon basically melting inside the water, full bliss on his face making a deep contrast to the frown he always wore.

“You should take off your clothes when you bathe in springs you know?” Sann said putting his head on his knees while watching the demon slowly open his eyes and lift himself up just enough to take the dirty black top over his head. Getting slightly thrown off by his carelessness, Sann tried to look away, but before he could, his eye caught a glimpse of something he didn’t expect “What’s that on your chest?”

“Hm?” The demon turned, cheeks red from the heat before his eyes found the same thing Sann’s eyes were locked on “Oh, it’s a sigil” the demon’s fingers hovered over it “I have it since I was born”

“That’s a very old spell then”

The demon bit a laugh “How old do you think I am?”

The angel looked at him for a moment, scanning his features and taking his chin in one hand, reflecting “Demons age slower than humans, but faster than us, so I would say…40?”

“Not even close” Sann clicked his tongue.

“Well, how old do you think I am?” Sann exclaimed a smugness in his face that tried to fight the unamused face of the demon.

“60” He simply said and grinned when Sann widened his eyes “Ah, I got it right? Lucky guess~”

The angel burst into laughing then.

“No!”

“no? then...120?” the angel laughed even harder.

“Can´t be colder!”

“200? 444? 800?” With each new random number the demon tried.

“You´re gonna get to the thousands that way”

“Well, tell me how old are you”

“And you will tell me how old you are”

The demon dramatically looked to a side, as if considering.

“Alright, I´m 23. Your turn”

The angel giggled ″I don´t really know”

The demon stared at him for a second, before sighing “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, time and age hardly matters to an angel that is born looking like...” he vaguely pointed at his body “And we hardly get a gray hair after centuries, so your guesses are just as good as mine”

The demon reclined his back on the mushy rock behind him, with an scowl that quickly softened.

“What you said was right tho” the angel flapped his wings as he tilted his head curiously “That demons age quicker than you. But it would only apply to me, if I was a normal demon. But this thing here makes it closer to a human’s” he said tapping on the mark above his heart.

Sann looked at it, trying to decipher the sigil to no avail, he had never seen that symbol. Not even in his God’s extensive personal library he was allowed to after exceptional good behavior, or the books his god would read on bed while running his fingers through his hair, faking being asleep so he could peak on it.

“What does it do?”

Give me another chance to live, Albus thought to himself.

Sann looked at him and caught a vague melancholy on his eyes before he smiled at him again “Its a brand. For demon’s like me, only that this one does give me more powers rather than just being decorative” he laughed grimly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t heal it” Sann said burying half of his face on his arms, sinking on himself, stopping Albus laughter dead on its tracks.

“It’s…it’s alright. Don’t worry about it” Albus tried, voice low, rubbing the dark, sleeveless top under the water in hopes of cleaning it like he had with Sann’s robes when they got to the springs. Or maybe just to have something to keep his hands busy. His voice was sincere when he talked again “Thank you for trying anyways”

“It’s not enough” he replied instantly.

“It is more than what I thought an Angel would ever do for me” the demon shrugged, locking amber on gray and filling with a fuzziness when the Seraphim’s knitted brow relaxed. “I’m not looking to get another any time soon, so you don’t have to worry, alright?”

There was a silence of a few seconds before Sann talked again.

“If they…capture us, if they get us, another brand would just be the start” Sann said barely above a whisper, wings flapping behind him, tightening around him searching for protection. “They should have seen through your spell already”

Albus took a deep breath before replying, “Most likely”

“Can…Can we really hide from them? Are we really…safe?” Sann asked eyes so packed with fear, Albus felt a knot form on his stomach at the display of vulnerability. He licked his lips before answering.

“To be honest, I’m not sure” Sann’s heart skipped a beat “But there are places they can’t reach or will find it really hard to break into, that we can go hide on. Like my Anshe’s woods or the underworld…” Albus ears perked up and he whipped his head in the woods direction, listening attentively to an specific sound that had been following them for a while already. Always there in the back, only gone when they flied.

After a moment it disappeared and he visibly relaxed.

“Al? Something wrong?” The angel asked with a new layer of worry on his face as he looked on the direction Albus was looking before, seeing nothing but the calm woods.

“Everything alright” The demon incorporated, swinging the soaked top over his shoulder as he stepped out of the water, pulling his hair back and watching the night sky, while muttering a warning spell under his breath. Albus put the top to dry over a rock and loooked at Sann again with a calm face. “Would you come with me to my Anshe’s woods?

Sann was thrown off by the question, blinking at the demon for a long moment “But I’m a Seraphim…”

“No worries, she’s far older than any god you know. She calls the war between our worlds an “unnecessary child fight” and I’m pretty sure she has the power to end it. She just won’t because she would die of boredom otherwise. She’s safe” Albus told him, but Sann didn’t seem convinced “Theres that, but I also…have to go meet her before winter comes. Her domain are the woods before the desert, right before crossing into to the underworld” Albus jaw worked when he settled next to Sann “It’s something I have to do, no matter what”

Sann stared at him for a moment before breathing out “and what about the underworld? I’m sure I would get burnt just by stepping in…”

“I wouldn’t allow that” he interrupted him, voice so firm, Sann puffed up “We will figure it out, but I promise you, nothing on the underworld will hurt you”

Sann’s anxiety was palpable.

“If it doesn´t work, we can find another place. The human world is vast and some of it is unexplored. You could even name an island after you if we found one” The angel didn´t laugh at the joke. “I will protect you. No matter what” The demon said, cheeks burning.

“Alright” the angel whispered, feeling a warmth creep on the tip of his ears.

“Alright” he repeated slowly, “We just have to get there unharmed, avoiding humans if possible”

“How?”

“Well first things first, stop diving into trees when patrolling” Albus said, receiving a soft smack on his ribs and ripping out a smile out of the Seraphim, dimpling his cheeks with a smile that made him warm inside. “But secondly” Albus started eyeing the direction of the odd sound, hoping he was just being overly cautious “If you let me, I can make you understand their language”

Sann blinked at that, up finally unfolding himself in his surprise “You can do that?”

“Yep. That’s why I understand what you say. My spells work with speech, and so if I say Sann,” The Seraphim noticed the switch of his voice, turned into a chorus of deep and low and high and childish voices, a whispered cacophony that set his feathers on edge “born on the god’s sacred ground above the clouds, I grant you your wish to understand the tongue of those who walk and rule the land you’re sitting on” Sann felt a sting of frozen cold on the back of his throat, that disappeared as it came, a flash of pain and then nothing, as if it never happened “it will be done!” He said with a smile that showed his fangs.

Both of them looked at each other until the smile on the demon’s face came down just like his ears. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Sann simply shivered and passed his hand over his wings, soothing his feathers back on place. Letting the fire of their bonfire, dry them fully before tapping Al on the head with his wing.

“Don´t ever do that again without asking me first” Sann demanded. Albus´ ears went down colored a bright red.

“I´m sorry, I won´t do it again”

Sann looked him up and down before scooting closer “Are the voices creepy on purpose?” He asked, curving his lips into a playful smile at the way Al’s tail began thumping on the floor.

“…maybe”

The night carried on with laughter and low conversation, however in the middle of the night when Albus was on guard, a heavy rain dropped. Forcing them to move under the cover of a tree. The space safe from the rain completely occupied by Sann on his wing cocoon. Unexpectedly, When Sann opened it to let him in and wrapped him around it to soak him in his own warmth and keep him dry, Albus allowed himself to curl closer. Chest to chest. Falling asleep immediately with the rain as lullaby and exhaustion, drifting him into a heavy sleep that didn’t alert him of the things waiting exactly for this moment.

With the demons finally asleep, the human hunters that had stalked them for weeks, came out to get their prey.

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writteninart · 3 years

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(For the hc's) Seth keeps a Journel to try and be like Patton, but literally almost never writes in it

Firstly I thank you so much that you were kind enough to write all the asks again. Here's your hc, enjoy yourself ❤️ Sorry it's not long

Oh and ease remember it's my first hc I've ever wrote so don't expect it to be ideal.

12 year old Seth chased upstairs like a shadow and bursted into the attic tightly pressing something tucked under his shirt. Once again he quickly made sure no one (especially his sister) suddenly wouldn't come here until he was done. After making sure he will be alone the dark haired boy closed the door quietly and made his way to his messy bed. On his way he grabbed one of his pens and pulled out from under his shirt a middle sized peculiar journal, sitting on the bed. It was covered with some skin alike material and had thick yellowish cards. He found it somewhere in Newel and Doren's stuff when he was there a couple days ago.

A couple minutes ago Seth came up with a great idea, he would start writing a journal. But another thing, nobody, and I mean nobody could know, he wouldn't hear the end of it. He opened the old note book and thought about what to write. He didn't know actually how to start it, no way he was gonna write some cheesy and all mishy-mushy stuff like: "Dear Diary". No, it had to be something way more entertaining than that. He closed the gap between the pen and journal and started improvising, he doesn't expect much because he surely wasn't a writer.

"I thought, why not?

Hi, my name's Seth Sorenson and I'm a Shadow Charmer. On regular days I go to school and try to concentrate on learning (at least that's what I say), then I go home, bicker with my sister and just daily basis things. And although I'm not Patton Burgess I guess my life isn't less exciting sometimes. Hear me out..."

Seth started with something like this, he felt kind of proud and smiled a little starting to write down anything what came to his mind. Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly shoved the journal under his bed and hided the pen. After a second the door flew open showing no-one else but Warren Burgess himself.

"Your Grandmother sent me here for you, dinners ready" The man said with a smile. Warren was dressed casually, some black sweatpants, a white T-shirt and some sports shoes. Seth looked up at him.

"Be down in a minute" Seth replied getting up.

Warren nodded - See you in a minute then - And then he made his way back down to the hall.

Making sure that Warren has no intention in turning back the boy grabbed the journal and quickly hid it in the closet where nobody really looked in. When he made sure that nobody will find it he guided his steps to the others downstairs.

**************

Seth's Grandma decided that it's time he threw out all the clothes that doesn't fit on him anymore. He really grew over the past almost year, he started as a not so tall boy and now is taller than most. So you had to agree that it was time to actually throw the clothes away even tho Seth was internally complaining and literally throwing all the to small clothes on the floor.

'Kendra didn't even grow too much'

He almost laught at that thought. At the same time he pulled at a particular shirt making something fall to the ground. Seth instinctively he catched it mid air before the thing reached the ground. He looked at it with furrowed brows, remembering what it is, he opened it.

"I thought why not

Hi my name's Seth Sorenson..."

He was actually surprised that... It's still there? It didn't have legs. Seth didn't know. He looked at the journal and smiled because he never continued writing it even tho it had more than ten filled pages. He quickly put it back not wanting to throw it away and left the room with the clothes.

When he came back he added a couple things to the journal.

*****************

At age 15 Seth totally forgot about the journal except for one day when he was actually searching for some more fancy clothes. Over the past years Seth grows up a little bit more, his shaggy dark hair was now ear length and skin really just a little bit more tanned than before. He also had a very slim with athletic muscles. But although, he never changed much in personality, he was more mature but still had the confident air around him and in his posture and words, and still had the mischief sparkling in his eyes. The thought of Seth's Journal was actually really random. He grabbed the note book and opened it. He didn't even remember it. Maybe it's time to do something he always wanted. He ran downstairs and into the garden.

He greeted everyone downstairs including Knox, Tess, Tanu and Vanessa.

Everyone changed in these past years, no Kendra didn't grow at which Seth and Knox still laughed about, but she was more curvy than the last time and trimmed her hair a little bit. Knox grew taller but was still shorter than Seth and except that he didn't really change. Tess grew tall and let her hair grow past her shoulders. Now she had bangs. Although she was older she still sometimes dressed in fairy dresses when she was sure nobody was looking. Well she never checks good. And then, nobody else really changed.

Seth walked to the doors.

"And where do you think you are going young man?" The fifteen year old heard a familiar voice, he turned around and saw grandpa.

"To the garden"

"Why, it's only 7AM you never go out this early"

The diary wasn't the actual reason why he firstly woke up so early in the morning but something else. He shrugged with a smile.

"I'm back in a minute"

He said chasing out.

"That boy will never change"

He heard Grandpa mutter under his nose. He was sure he could even hear a small smile on his lips before Stan disapeared in the house. Seth kneeled in a place further from the house and started burying the book. He actually did it with his powers, he trained himself after Ronodin kidnapped him and he actually found out some new cool powers. When he sighed a little hole he threw the book into the hole and buried it.

"All done"

He said to himself before he turned back home to change.

That all are questions that can be taken in different ways. But I'm curious to what you are thinking.

Where do you think Seth is going?

What was written down in the journal?

Who do you think found it?

And why did he bury it?

#seth sorenson #kendra sorenson #vanessa santoro #warren burgess #knox larsen #tess larsen #tanu fablehaven #fablehaven #dragonwatch #dragonwatch spoilers #headcanon #dale burgess #bracken

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starryseo · 5 years

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phone number. | yang jeongin

pairing ↠ jeongin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ just a fluffy barista au!!

wc ↠ 3229

summary ↠ jeongin likes you a latte.

warnings ↠ just jeongin being cute and in loooove. its cringey.

a/n ↠ barista!jeongin bc who doesn’t love cafe aus?

cafe glow is well-known around these parts of town bc it has such!! great!! food and drinks!

it has a real homely feel so a lot of student from the nearby schools/ unis come here

and it’s a pretty big cafe so there’s a lot of space for ppl to come in and chill, whether that be large study groups or just individuals trying to cram for upcoming tests

that homely feel?? it’s bc of all the youngsters that basically run the cafe

it’s officially owned by mr and mrs bang, but their son, chan, manages this cafe a lot since they’ve got a few other places in town to run

chan loves recruiting teens to work bc, despite their hyperactivity (esp the lot that are currently there), they’re a lot less work to deal with than grumpy adults complaining abt wages

so!!

just a few months ago, jeongin started looking around for places to work at

let’s get that bread bro

he spoke to a lot of the nearby businesses like the florist, library and pizzeria but as soon as he entered glow and saw a blond guy downing shots of black coffee as he made different drinks, he Knew he wanted to work here

he headed straight to the counter (ok ofc he waited in line first but who cares abt that)

“welcome to glow, what can i get ya?”

“hi, i was wondering if you were hiring?”

“so,” the guy - nametag reading Felix - began, leaning forwards on the counter, “you wanna join the glow gang, huh? have you got what it takes??”

maybe he should’ve thought more clearly abt this-

“felix are u creeping out kids again?? i swear this is the last time i leave you on counter duty” the black-coffee-drinking blond huffed, wiping his hands on his apron as he left the coffee machines. he nudged felix out of the way, pushing him to the machines before he turned to jeongin. “i’m sorry abt him, i don’t know why i still keep him around”

“i heard that!”

“anyway,” the blond - nametag with Chan printed on it - grinned, “what can i get for you?”

“a job here would be great”

“you really wanna work here,,,, with that?” he pointed over to felix who looked back with a frown

“yeah, it seems pretty fun!”

“you got a cv on you?”

jeongin is a Prepared Boi. before his job hunting run he printed off multiple copies of his cv so he handed it over to chan who briefly looked over it

“when can you start working?”

“when do you need me to?”

chan let out a chuckle at that, pocketing jeongin’s cv, “swing by tomorrow at 4 and we’ll work that out, yeah?”

jeongin went home a Happy Boy and the next day at exactly 4:37 he had landed himself a sweet job at cafe glow

ever since that day a few months ago, jeongin had been learning the ins and outs of the cafe

he’s learnt all about where felix hides his ‘secret’ stash of sweets, where to kick if the machines ever go down and jisung’s ability to not stop talking

jisung’s the guy in charge of training jeongin bc chan doesn’t trust felix with another human’s life and minho, an older uni student that works here part time, is way too busy flirting with customers to get more tips those uni fees won’t pay themselves u go bby

and chan himself already has a lot to deal with since he mainly works in the kitchens

so jisung has taken jeongin under his wing and taught him how to make all drinks (despite there being a manual for this) and how to deal with the customers

and even tho jisung is only 5 months older than jeongin, he n e v e r misses an opportunity to baby the hecc out of him

“what are the different cup sizes we have?”

“uh,, small,, medium and large??”

“goSH jeonGIN you’re so smART!!!! ily!!! what cAN’T you do???”

jisung’s overdramatic as hell but he means well

and it’s always funny when jeongin teams up with felix (still a pretty rare occassion) to prank jisung

one day jeongin had a test after school so he couldn’t come by

and ofc he let chan know this in advance but he and felix decided not to tell jisung

jisung was waiting around for jeongin to come and he literally almost started crying when felix told him an hour later that jeongin wasn’t gonna come

“,,m,y bab y ? jeonginnie??? wh at do u me an,, he won’t com,e??? felix you a s s don’t l i e to m,e,, :((((”

they even got minho to record the whole thing not for free ofc, and minho’s services are n o t cheap, but it was totally worth it

felix screenshot jisung’s crying face and it’s now the display picture of their glow gang group chat

which btw never shuts up bc: during the day (and work hours) felix, jisung and jeongin will be spamming it, during the evening minho will complain abt all the uni work he’s got to do, after dinner time the youngsters are back on it sending memes until like 2am, and then by 4am chan finally gets on and complains abt the boys killing his storage with their dumb memes & he gives any updates abt the next day’s schedule if need be

it’s a great system, hella wild and random, but jeongin loves it nonetheless

now for the part where u, dear reader, come in!!

it’s just an ordinary day, a bit quieter than usual but jeongin’s not complaining bc it gives him time to finish off some of his hw while he’s at the till

he looks up when the door chime rings and

(°ロ°) !

he’s vvv obviously staring at u as u walk in, his pen drops on the counter and his mouth is :0

damn yn you’ve broken jeongin

but does he care???

yes

is he stopping?????

also yes but you’ve already seen his dumbstruck face and he realises he was caught just staring at u when u walk up to him with a shy smile on your face

he doesn’t know what’s come over him

and he doesn’t mean to be some typical teenage boi straight out of a high school drama

but u just look so pretty he couldn’t help but?? go heart eyes??

he’s trying not to lose his cool when u finally reach the counter

“hi!” he grins, “welcome to cafe glow, what can i get for you?”

you order your drink and watch as jeongin types away at the computer

he’s rlly hoping the screen blocks his blush bc he’s still (´♡‿♡`)’ing and he’s pretty sure he can feel his blush at this point

“is there anything else i can get you?”

your number

he finds your thinking face so cute!! the way u bite ur lip a little as your eyes glaze over the sweet treats they have on display

he d i e s when u look back up at him and ask, “anything you’d recommend?”

he keeps his cool as he says some of his fave desserts, and you choose the cheesecake

“alright! will you be eating in or is that to-glow go”

his heart swells when u laugh at his pun but he’s highkey dYinG inside bc he wants u to stay for just a little longer

he almost cries when u say you’re eating in bc !!! yes!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! maybe he could try talking to you!!!!!

“sweet! take a seat anywhere, your food will be made shortly!”

when u go to pay for ur food he’s internally hating felix bc he swears all these mushy feelings he’s experiencing are bc felix made him watch back-to-back romance films

he’s taken money from a lot of customers but he’s never, n e v e r, wanted to just hold their hand and he’s honestly so close to just never letting go of yours rn but he mentally slaps himself

pull it together jeongin u dumbass

when u tell him to keep the change he’s just

s i g h can u get any more perfect

he yeets felix out of the way from the coffee machines and towards the till

“role change, i’m bored!”

“but chan banned me from the tills, he’s gonna kill me!”

“i’ll get jisung on you”

“uGHhgHGHghhhhh”

he’s halfway thru making ur drink when minho sliiiides next to him and slings an arm around his shoulders

“so, innie, who’s the cutie you’re serving?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

from his short time working here he knows that minho is in love with any kind of gossip and there’s no point in lying to him

esp not with this massive blush on jeongin’s face that’S STILL thERe bc jeongin peeked over and saw you taking out textbooks which means you’re gonna stay here for lo n g er than he thought

and he’s got this huge grin on his face :D

and no one’s ever that happy making coffee

esp not when felix is right next to them singing along to the twice song playing in the cafe

god knows who put felix in charge of the cafe playlist

an y w ay

“does our baby innie have a,,, crushhh on a certain someone???”

“noooooookay maybe? idk i just met them!!”

“:0!!!! our baby’s iN LOVE!!!”

minho said that so loudly!!! jeongin peered over minho’s shoulder and saw that y o u had looked up at the exclamation and he let out a sheepish laugh to try and make the scene look normal

u just grinned at him and he almost swooned

minho’s shouting alerted jisung who deadass ran from the other side of the cafe

jisung, out of breath: wh-what do u mean,, in love,,,??? you’re too young for that ://

even chan popped out from the kitchen. “jeongin loves someone?? how cute, who is it- felix, what the hell are u doing there, didn’t i ban u from the tills??”

“blame loverboy!”

“gUYsss :((( let me wORk!!”

“u do u, innie, go get ‘em tiger!” minho said, smirking as he took a step back

the other boys stayed quiet as well, chan filling up the front display with the baked goods he freshly made

jeongin quietly got to finishing off ur drink and grabbed a cheesecake slice to carry over to you

“h-hey,” he started, placing the plate and drink beside your textbook, “sorry it took so long,,,”

“that’s alright,” you smiled and all his worries literally washed away, “was everything okay back there?”

“yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly, “minho’s just easily excited and nosy, a terrible combination really”

u laughed at that and he grinned, his nerves easing away

“u guys seem really close,” when he saw u quickly look over to the counters he turned as well, just in time to see all four of them rush to try and act natural (altho jisung just dropped to the ground so he’s really a lost cause)

“they’re really crazy, but they do mean well,” he grinned, “except felix, avoid him at all costs”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled when jeongin pointed out who felix was and felix just glared back at him, as tho he knew jeongin was talking shit abt him

“well,” he started, realising he should go bc a big group of customers had just entered, “i’ll leave u to it, i hope u enjoy ur food. let me know if u need anything else!”

he headed back to the counter, a HUGE grin on his face, he’s so glad his back is to u bc he’d be so embarassed if u saw

it’s bad enough minho saw and is non-stop teasing him abt it now

throughout his shift minho was just taunting him, cooing “innie’s in love~”

as he was dealing with other customers and running around the cafe, he’d make quick eye contact with u and each time he did, u let out the softest smiles, he’s pretty sure he’s never smiled this much

abt an hour later when the rush had died down, jeongin looked over to see that!!! u were still there!!!!!

he fixed up a quick mango smoothie, smth he always found super refreshing, and headed over to your table

“h-hey?” he tapped your shoulder when he noticed u had your headphones in

“oh, hey! i, uh, i didn’t order this?”

“yeah, it’s,, it’s on the house, thought you might need a pick-me-up, you’ve been working rly hard”

“ahh thank you!!!” u grinned at him so cutely, “would u like to sit down?”

he nodded too enthusiastically but he hopes u didn’t pick up on that ((u did)) as he sat down opposite you

for the next 30 mins? hour?? neither of u know

u guys just talked

he’s thanking god that there was no rush in customers bc he enjoyed spending time just talking to u

the conversation seemed to flow so?? naturally???

he found out ur name and that u go to a nearby school sadly not the same one as him

and u were taking the scenic route home instead of ur normal walking path or using the bus which is why he’d never seen u before

he’s so glad that fate brought u here today tho!!!! eternally grateful that u made that wise choice!!!

when ur phone buzzed with a message from ur family he finally realised that it was getting late

he watched almost in tears as u packed ur stuff up, thanking him for the drinks and snacks that he definitely didn’t steal from felix’s hidden stash

he went back to the counter, stars in his eyes as he leaned against the counter, opposite minho who was chilling by the till

“so, how’d it go? did u get their number??”

jeongin: (❤ω❤)

jeongin, 0.02 secs later: ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

felix, jumping in: “pls don’t tell me u spent all that time,,,,, and u didn’t get their number-”

minho: “loverboi was too busy making moves, eh?”

jeongin’s mood instantly dropped and he was so close to just headbutting the counter then and there

what if u never come back????

what if u came back when he wasn’t there?????

what if you’re on ur way here but then u see another cafe and u go there instead and fall in love with a barista there???????

jeongin’s 2 seconds away from pouting for all eternity when chan comes over and pats him on the back, “i’m sure they’ll come back!”

jeongin’s praying the old man’s right

and he is!!!!!!! cliche ik

u didn’t come back the next day which broke jeongin’s heart and he was honestly so close to losing all hope bc he’s incredibly dramatic like that

but u come back the day after!!!

jeongin’s wiping down a table when u enter and u spot him instantly and wave

he waves back but the cloth he’s holding slips from his hand onto the ground

and he rushes to pick it up but hits his head on the table when he tries standing up again

and he’s in so much pain but he just nervously laughs it away esp when he sees ur half worried, half trying-not-to-laugh-aloud face

when he sees u walking to him -- not the counter -- he’s counting to 100 in 3 seconds to try and calm himself down to not look like even more of a fool

“is the table okay?”

“yeah, i’m alri- hey, rude!” he pouts, faking a sniffle and rubbing his head

“i’m kidding, jeongin” (he had to bite his lip to not squEAL when u said his name) “are you okay? that looked painful :((”

“i’ll live,” he fake sobbed, rubbing away imaginary tears with the cloth in his hand before he realised what he’d just done and dropped it on the table in disgust (he highkey dieddd when u laughed at him again) “ew, i’m sorry you had to see all this”

“it’s fine,” you grinned, scrunching ur nose when u saw the wet smears on his face, “but u got a lil smth there” u pointed to ur own cheek

jeongin wanted to CRY

he knows he’s a cute boi (he uses this to his advantage whenever he can)

but rn??

he knows he looks like the epitome of a grade A DumbassTM

he just let out the longest s i g h

“i’ll be right back!”

he rushed off to the back and sorted himself out (and quickly iced his head)

he came back out to see u sitting down at the same table as last time

as soon as he came thru the doors u looked up and held out thumb, an eyebrow raised

and he reciprocated the gesture, telling u he’s all okay now!

he found it so cute that u cared!!! his heart: on fire!!

felix walked right to him, pulling him along to the coffee machines as he told him ur order

“u owe me one now loverboi!”

jeongin prepped ur food and took it to u like last time

but this time u initiated the conversation

“felix isn’t all that bad, y’know?” you said, holding onto your hot drink as it warmed ur hands up

“for now,” jeongin started, “trust me, if u ever have the misfortune of seeing him act cute, you’ll regret ever saying that.”

your nose scrunched as you imagined that -- jeongin gasped when he saw and then prayed you didn’t see that -- before you let out the cutest laugh he’s ever heard, “yeah, i can’t imagine that looking nice”

you two talked for a bit more until jeongin had to get back to the counter and take orders

he popped up at your table when he could, offering felix’s sweets and a refill

“do you treat all your customers like this? free drinks isn’t good for business, y’know?”

he went bright red at your teasing bc “nope, you’re special!” -- his eyes went w i d e when he said that and, if it was possible, his cheeks went redder -- but god, was it worth it bc your eyes sparkled and your blooming blush was so pretty he was starstruck

he cleared his throat, let out the most nervous chuckle ever, put the lemonade on your table before diving behind the counter

he could practically hear minho’s smirk from all the way over here

great.

it took a little while longer for him to psych himself up to go over to you again after that disaster

but seeing you pack up your bag made him forget everything and run up to you

“hey, you’re done already?” he asked, pouting as you put your last book away

“yeah, i’ve gotta help make dinner soon,” you replied, fixing your bag over your shoulder, “thanks for the drink, it was great!”

“y-yeah, no problem!” you loved his drink!! score!!!! “come again soon, yeah?”

“definitely,” you winked -- you winked, god his heart was weak -- before waving and taking your leave

felix slid up next to him, throwing his arm around jeongin’s shoulders

“pls tell me you got their number this time”

shit.

the top gif is jeongin’s face right now

#stray kids #yang jeongin #straykidznet #sk-writersnet #yang jeongin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #jeongin scenarios #stray kids fluff #yang jeongin fluff #jeongin fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #yang jeongin imagines #jeongin imagines #jgn

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xsweetnsour · 4 years

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Can I request an imagine where the reader is John B’s sister and she knows jj likes her so she teases him and eventually john b finds out? Thanks😚

A/n; ahh I loved writing this one. It definitely came out kind of short tho. Hope you enjoyed it 💞 •JJ May be a little OOC but I thought it fit•

I also added a little something at the end for when John B finds out-

Being John B’s sister was definitely not easy. You two didn’t live an easy life. The police often came by the house insisting on moving you out since both of you were minors. Of course, John B continued to disagree and escape them.

You and the others had always been friends. John B first introduced you to the group and they took you in immediately. You had a different relationship with everyone but they all truly loved you, especially JJ. He wasn’t that good at hiding it though.

A few months into hanging out with the pogues, you had found out JJ’s secret. The group was on their usual boat ride; Kie and you were both sitting down next to each other and talking about anything that came to mind. John B was directing the boat with Pope and JJ was doing his usual blunt while staring off into the distance of the water.

You had to admit, you always found JJ cute but when you heard about the no-pogue-on-pogue-macking rule; you were a little disappointed.

JJ always seemed interested in you too. He always stared at you and you definitely noticed, you must be blind not to see it. When the two of you hung out together alone, JJ usually would have a hand on you somewhere at all times. He said it was his way of protecting you from the “bad men” but you thought otherwise.

While on the boat, you had caught JJ looking at you with a small smile that usually was never shown to anyone. You smiled back and turned back to your friend, Kiara, and continued to talk. You only assumed he liked you as... well the looks, smiles, displays of affection, lip bitings, and flirtations conformed it.

—

You currently sat on the grassy plain while leaning against a tree while the pogues talked about how the kooks were being crazy again. You ripped a piece of grass off the ground and fiddled with it when you heard the sound of footsteps walking up to you.

You looked up to see the man of the hour, JJ. He gave you a smile, plopping himself down next to you.

“They started talking about people that we like.” JJ explained and you laughed, leaning against his shoulder to look up at him.

“Uh uh, and who do you like?” You winked at him, fully knowing exactly who he liked.

JJ looked at you, slightly wide eyed before chuckled and shoving you. “No one, it’s me and my blunt only.” He joked, earning a shake of the head from you.

—

A knock at your door startled you from the book you were reading. You stood up, making your way over to the front door. Opening it you spotted JJ standing there with a smirk. He held a bag that contained some snacks and a movie.

You opened the door wider for him to come in and he entered. John B was actually home this time and he waved to JJ. JJ acknowledged him before pointing to your room, “You and me right? The movie as we usually do?”

You and JJ would have movie nights every once in awhile. He’d visit you and you two would cuddle up and watch some old classic movie he found for cheap.

You nodded, giving John B a side hug before smirking to JJ, “To the bedroom we go! Maybe we can get it on a little, a little action. You feel me?” You teased, passing by the two boys shocked faces. JJ shook it off, following you as you laughed. But of course not without earning a glare from John B.

—

The pogues were back on the boat again as they usually were. This time, you and John B were relaxing together as you watched the water swirl around the boat.

John B looked up from the mushy water and peered to the group. “What’s up with you and my sister?” John B questioned, directing it to JJ.

JJ looked up from the boat wheel, surprised. He shrugged as you lifted your hand up, literally waving it towards JJ;

“It’s just a little love between star crossed lovers.” You shrugged, hearing Kie laugh from the side of you. John B turned to you, rolling his eyes and going back to run his fingers through the stream of water again.

What he did see though was the barely noticeable blush on JJ’s cheeks as he tried to play it off as he usually does.

—

It was movie night again between JJ and you. This night you were watching Mean Girls. It had been a long day of surfing, running from some kooks and just all together a pretty busy day. It was nice to finally relax with JJ.

When the movie finished, you looked over to see JJ smiling at you. You giggled and turned off the movie credits, fully turning your body to face the blonde boy.

“What?” You asked with a goofy smile. JJ shook his head; he closed his eyes for a split second, thinking over what he was about to do. You furrowed your eyebrows before you felt another body close to yours.

Before you could say anything about the close proximity, you felt soft but slight chapped lips touch yours for a split second. JJ pulled away and looked at you with anticipation.

Yet again, you tried to speak but was interrupted. The door to your room opened, revealing John B. “What is going on?” He asked, seeing that the two of you looked like you were going to kiss. (Granted you just technically did)

John B looked between the two of you, both of you had surprised looks on your face. His eyes formed into saucers as realization came onto his face. “You two... oh my god.” He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

“If you are... take care of her, JJ.” Was all John B said before closing your room door again. You turned to JJ, “That was strange.”

He nodded, moving his hand to cup your cheek gently. The two of you both smiled sweetly at each other before leaning in. Going in to share a loving kiss, the first of many.

#outer banks #outerbanks #obx #obx x reader #obx imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #john b routledge #fanfiction

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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HI, I was wondering if you could talk about Scorpio sun and Leo moon combo please? Thank you!! 💛

Hey there!! ❤️❤️❤️ Aaah I’ll do my best okie!! ❤️❤️

[Below Cut: Scorpio Sun - Leo Moon 🦑]

Beneath that Scorpio exterior is a noble core

A true fighter, one that preserves and doesn’t let go of the goal/focus/enemy -- strong stubborn ambition and determination

While you may be prone to mushy gushy thoughts/ideas internally....externalizing/letting that be known outward is an awkward ordeal

You’re v v prone to overthinking your own action and you’re quite the dramatic person.....even the slightest insecurity can lead you down the rabbit hole of paranoia going ‘oh god what if they think this about me’

This is quite the contrast to your yourself self-assuredness. You have a natural confidence you exude in the way you hold yourself, you don’t need other’s affirmation in order to live. But again, that’s exactly why the moment you have to care about other’s opinions of you spiral you down into deep fear/obsession with ‘cleaning yourself up’. I mean this in the context of like-- trying to impress a crush/romantic interest specifically.

It can be quite cute, the normally independent calm Scorpio/Leo turn into someone who’s Quite A Mess and loses that certainty/control when it comes to impressing someone else.

Normally you get by just fine on your own tho. You’re quite self-assured, which is part of Scorpio coming in to ‘add some sense’ to Leo moon’s musing/need for affirmation sometimes.

You may find yourself going ‘huh maybe its like that...’ and then Scorpio comes in with it’s intuition like ‘....nah, it’s not.’ and so you go wid it bc you trust these two

Because you’re so strongly intuitive and self-assured, you also have a Grand Time with exploring your own path/road to success. Like you’re pretty independent as a person, so sometimes you’re just--- so swept away by all of the excitement/hedonistic tendency to the point where no one can pull you back y know?

Emotional high may be a thing you’re into, people who can sweep or make you feeeeel so excited and content in something. You’re a hedonist at heart, Leo is too stubborn to listen to advice (’pull you back’) and

Scorpio is too rebelliously independent to trust anyone other than itself. It makes for a person who may often run off on their own to seek their emotional high/pleasure--- and may abandon others along the way bc they were not even in your individual vision/path in the first place?

Again, self-serving. You’ll have to learn how to discipline yourself eventually, you may have a lot of depth, perception and strength to you (vitality) but without learning how to live with others/approach relationships you’d never be able to find long-lasting fulfillment that’s not like... a bad habit/detriment to you eventually

Also...if you’re prone to keeping the same taste in things are you ever when you’re a child, you don’t really know how to change once you ‘feel emotionally’ connected to something huh

You don’t mind a ‘not so harmonious’ path to get to what you want, in fact you’re kinda excited that you have to experience/go through this journey to get to where you want to have. You revel in your accomplishment and journey, you like feeling like you did something well-worth/deserving of praises even if it’s just you praising yourself for it

Hedonist at heart can also cause you to become frequent visitor to the term ‘self-indulgence’ --- although you are forceful and powerful, you often find yourself unable/unwilling to compromise or come to an ‘equal ground’ with others around you.

You are impatient when people uses your time when you could be pursuing your hedonistic desire (be it for success or other things)

Scorpio has this tunnel-vision about them that makes them sacrifice...well...sometimes other people around them in order to pursue their own happiness/path. Whilst Leo makes you impatient; ‘they’ll see later that it was worth it’

Make sure you don’t take others for granted, that they’ll be there for you or you force them to stay waiting for you because you are rather reckless with how you treat others despite how strongly you felt for them a time before. You aren’t afraid to make sacrifices, but those sacrifices can cost you your friends, people who love and support you unconditionally or an audience when you ‘emerge’ in victory and has no one to share your success with (an empty auditorium and no applause)

Self-importance is the biggest factor you’ll have to face, because it can make you big-headed and never learn how to accept/listen to others. Be as enthusiastic listening/caring and devoting yourself to others as they are to you. Learn to have fulfilling relationships.

I hope this is helpful!! ❤️❤️❤️ Good luck with everything!! ❤️❤️

#scorpio sun #leo moon #scorpio #leo #scorpio-leo #anon #asks

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thismanateelovestowrite · 6 years

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NCT Dream reaction to their crush kissing them because of a dare

Thank you for the cute request! ^^ I really hope this is to your liking! I made the reactions a little longer than usual, I hope they’re still enjoyable! ><

okay so i struggled a lot with the gifs because of my crappy internet so i kinda got annoyed at one point but i still hope everyone likes this, it’s a really cute request omg TuT i hope the reactions aren’t too messy ><

Mark

They’d be playing truth or dare with a group of friends and his crush would choose dare

And one of Mark’s friends (probably Donghyuk tbh), knowing about Mark’s crush on the person, would be like “I dare you to kiss Mark!”

And Mark and his crush would just look at each other, surprised

Mark would try to make sure that they were fine with it, not wanting to make them do anything they were comfortable with

They’d end up kissing eventually

After the kiss: giggly af and also kinda smug idk, can’t hide his happiness

“I... um, actually... like you...”

And his crush would say the same

The getting together part, I feel like he’d be like “So... Are we, like...? A couple now?” *with a wide grin and blushed cheeks*

After getting a nod/yes: *screams internally* *gif* life goals achieved

Would lowkey start planning cute dates

Renjun

His crush would be dared by their friends to confess to and kiss him

And his crush would do it out of the blue, like while he’d be walking on school grounds, surprising the living soul out of this fluff ball

After the kiss they’d just stand there for a bit and he’d resemble a strawberry because OMG THEY JUST KISSED ME AM I IN HEAVEN??

A blushing, soft, shy bean, behold the purest boy in existence

“I.... My friends told me I should confess to you...” they'd mumble, afraid of rejection

And he’d be a little sad but would end up confessing:

“I know that was just a dare but I’ve kinda had a crush on you for a while now... I just wanted to let you know, even if you don’t feel the same way...”

*ends up in heaven after being confessed to by his crush*

“Omg, holy moomin, is this real? For real? Did we just... become a couple?” *collapses out of joy and scares the living should our of his crush*

Just like Mark, would start planning all kinds of sweet and fluffy dates

Jeno

They’d be out playing games or something, with a mutual group of friends

And their friends would all know that the two liked each other

So they’d make a plan to get the two together

It would all happen through him or his crush losing and as a “penalty”, their friends would tell them to kiss

And his crush would lose in some game and be told to kiss him

Jeno would be taken aback but they’d kiss him before he would be able to say anything

And after the kiss, his crush would confess

Although surprised, he’d be really excited and show it by being hyper check the gif for reference

*starts to aggressively send finger hearts and confesses*

“Wanna date?” why do i see him being really straightforward all of a sudden, i used to see him as this shy lil fluff ball wth “Yeah? You better mark today in your calendar, it’s our first day!” *holds now s/o’s hand with a grin* well i guess it’s just the fact that i imagine him being extremely excited and it would kinda get rid of all the shyness and whatnot...?

Haechan

Okay, let’s bring back the situation I created with Mark’s reaction (where they’re playing truth or dare with a group of friends)

So, after Haechan creating the situation between Mark and his crush, Mark would be out for “revenge” and knowing that this boy had a crush on one of the people there, he’d do the same thing for him

But, this time, the target would be Haechan

He’d choose truth instead of dare and Mark would just go “Do you have feelings for _____?”

This smol boy would be all taken aback and start blushing, but would eventually confess that he did indeed have feelings for that one person

He’d act like it wasn’t a big deal, telling his crush that he understood if they didn’t feel the same way about him, and would rush the others to continue the game quickly

And the game would continue until his crush’s turn came when the others would dare them to kiss him

His crush would confess to him after the kiss, making this boy the happiest person in the world

I think he would maybe feel a little shy but would hide it with being loud and laughing and being all happy

He’d be blushing, tho, which would kinda make all the acting useless

Jaemin

I imagine the situation being similar to Renjun’s where the crush is told by their friends to go and kiss (+confess to) him

They’d be hanging out with, again, a mutual group of friends, just walking around town or at a park or something

The two would be left alone for a bit and his crush would just use the chance to kiss him, thinking: well, might as well do it now

After the kiss, he’d be surprised and taken aback, staring at his crush with wide eyes

“I definitely didn’t expect that” he’d say

After his crush would actually confess to him, they'd be a little apologetic

He’d chuckle a little and be somewhat smug, idk, what

He’d be really sweet, tho, smiling sweetly at them and being all mushy

“Same here” he’d confess and maybe peck them on the forehead

And the two would just be a blushing, giggling mess until their friends would return who would immediately go: “Did you two finally confess?”

They’d hold hands for the rest of the day while walking around, looking at each other with a smile every once in a while

Chenle

He and his crush would both be dared by their own friends to kiss

Neither would know about the other one’s dare

The two would be, like, study buddies or something

So, they were really close already, spending a lot of their free time together ahh the library or at different cafés or something

And one day while studying with his crush, this boy would look up and spontaneously decide to just go for it then and there

His crush would be really surprised and he’d be all smiley and somewhat shy, scratching the back of his head awkwardly

“I... Sorry, I was dared by my friends to do that... They said they’re getting tired of my crush on you, haha...” *rambles on forever, casually confessing while he’s at it, while his crush just sits there*

Eventually, his crush would just want him to shut up and what a better way to do that than getting up and kissing him, getting rid of the dare and finally confessing their own feelings

This boy would be, at first, taken aback but would eventually let out one of those loud screams and would be all smiley and hyper

And the rest of the study session would be spent just giggling and being all kiddy

Jisung

I see him hanging out with Jeno, Haechan and a group of friends

The two older ones would keep telling him how he should confess to his long-time crush who was hanging out with them that day

He’d tell them that he wouldn’t, “knowing” that his crush didn’t like him back

For his surprise, though, his crush would come up to him at one point, giving him a quick kiss and confessing

“Wait, are you serious?” he’d be really surprised since he had thought that they didn’t like him back

After getting confirmation from them, he’d be really confused because he wouldn’t know what to do

And it would eventually make his crush think that he didn’t like them and they’d be all apologetical and shy

“What? No, no, no, no, no!! I like you too! I’m just really surprised, like?” he’d be a little panicked, “Wow, my heart’s going to burst out of my chest.”

And he’d be a blushing mess, trying to assure them that he liked them a lot and in the end, they’d just giggle, both blushing

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tosomeonecherished · 6 years

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the ‘intruder’ - a kim jongin bulletpoint scenario

okay so you’re currently doing the dishes beCAUSE YOU’RE A GOOD WIFE ™

gently might I add to keep anything from making loud noises because ya husbando had a long day and finally got his needed rest time (not beauty sleep because if that man got any more beautiful i would kamikaze myself)

despite your efforts one of the dishes makes a very loud squeak because you’re a clumsy ass

you felt bad because jongin and the boys had been working very hard to prepare for the new comeback

finally finishing all the dishes you tiptoe to your shared bedroom because you’re a fucking ninja

crawling under the cottten sheets jongin stirs a little in his sleep, turning over and encasing you in his muscular succulent arms

“sowwy if i woke you up bb”

“don’t fret, i was already awake and waiting for you bb”

“that’s very sweet bb but you shouldn’t have done that bb”

“it’s too late, just go to sleep bb”

ANYWAYS

you placed your head right where his heart was the melodic beat slowly lulling you into slumber when you realize

oh shit

i forgot to lock the door

you begin to slowly slither yourself out of jongin’s grasp like a SNAKE ™ (*cough* *cough* I’m talking about phi phi o’hara on rupauls drag race *cough* *cough* wot)

despite your groWN UP age the darks always kinda spooked you and everything downstairs looked very eerie and dark

taking a deep breath, trying to clear your head of thoughts of the spooky things

you got to mario jump over your couch but you catch you foot on the corner almost falling flat on yOUR FACE

you got laugh when you see a shadow move past your window

OH HELL TO THE NAH

you best be bookin your ass out that house and into the po po station

moving to crawl over to the opposite side of the couch to hide your body from view

your mental breakdown ensues

“it’s happening. this is it. imma die. what aboUT MY FISH!???!?!??!???”

but then your mind reaches the conclusion that it could just be a teenager returning home past curfew deciding to take a short cut through your yard

ya that’s right (y/n) you’re an adult person you got this that’s not real

you force yourself to stand up and walk over to the door to check the lock

when bitch…beFORE YOU COULD EVEN LAND A FINGER ON THE DOOR KNOB IT BEGINS TO TURN

slapping both hands over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming the door knob kept turning but ceased to open

oh thank fuck

you locked the door

you then sonic back to your room to wake jongin beCAUSE YOU NEED HIS MUSCLES

“JONGIN!!?!? WAKE UPPPPP!????”

(you whisper yell because what if the hooligans trying to get into your house hear)

“wot, honey?”

“someone’s trying to get into the house?”

and that’s all it took to get jongin awake because he’s a good husbando and will protect you at all costs IM SOFT

he reached under his pillow and pull out this large ass box cutter hoW THE HELL

“stay here. i’ll go check it out.”

“no way josé. you might need my help.” (“whO TF IS JOSÉ” sorry wrong time for vine references)

“(Y/N), i dont want you to get hurt”

“and I dont want you to get hurt either. what if you get injured and I wasnt even there to help you out. i wouldnt be able to function properly for a while knowing i didnt do anything to help.”

jongin shut his mouth although groves you a pleading look further expressing his want to keep you there

“fine, but you stay behind me at all time. got it?”

“aye aye captain”

walking out of the bedroom the silence of the house gave you goosebumps and the strange shadows the moon was actin down surely wasnt helping

even jongin’s present didnt full put you to ease

once you guys finally reach the kitchen without any sign of the intrueder, the only sound was you and jongin’s heavy breathing and the very quiet hum of the dryer

the dryer stopped shortly after playing a tune that could only resemble the tune of an ice cream truck

usually you found it very uwu worthy but now it was just plain spoopy

*CUE OBNOXIOUS CRASH SOUND*

you and jongin both jump like 87 feet off the ground (it’s like mario and luigi up in this beach)

jongin quickly calms himself down and runs over to the kitchen window while you’re still having a tiny brain aneurism

“i think i see some movement, i’m gonna go check it out.”

“no no no no no no no no no nO NO. that’s how people always die in He movies. hey Susan you wanna check out the growling that came from the empty attic. NO FUCKING THANK YOU BARB. you is not going outside to check what kinda heathen did that.”

jongin walked towards you his thumb slowly grazing your lower lip cupping your cheek

“you are absolutely stunning.”

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO MAKE ME ALL MUSHY AND GUSHY JONGIN DEAR THANK YOU VERY MUCH THO FAM.”

don’t worry baby girl. you’ll be fine as long as you stay in the house. when i go outside i want you to lock the door behind me. okay? don’t worry everything’s going to be fine.”

before you could get a word in he slips out the door

“JONGIN? JONGIN?”

but alas he was already out of earshot, although reluctantly you did as he told

you slowly walk back towards the kitchen opening the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine taking a huge swig because it haS BEEN A LONG (ass ride) DAY

it was comepletey silent for what seemed like an hour when in reality it was probably only five minutes

you mind begins to run and the more worried you got the darker the scenarios seemed to unfold, you felt the waterworks coming

interrupting your thoughts a loud squeaking noise ran through the house bouncing off the walls

it sounded like an old door opening on its worn, rusty hinges

you quickly recognized it as the old back door youve been trying to get jongin to fix for the past 5 months

but just because the person got the screen door open doesn’t mean they’ll get the actual door open…unless you forgot to lock it..

you made your way over to the kitchen drawer pulling out this LARGE ASS BUTCHER KNIFE (we going dexter in this beach)

the sound of the second door shutting rang out throughout the room, however had tried to get in succeeded

you heard movement from outside the window spotting jongin so that means the intruder had gotten inside

wishing you could scream for help although you didnt want to give up your hiding spot ducking underneath your counter top

the should of foootsteps only became louder as they got closer to the kitchen… damn if this person didnt kill you a heart attack surely would

you were surprised when he walked right past you to the other side of the kitchen his back facing you

this was you chance

as stealthily as possible you crept towards him ready to strike liKE A SNAKE ™

unfortunately the floor freaked and the intruder spun around to face you, you acted on impulse running toward the person

he quickly flickers on the kitchen lights and grabbed you arm wielding the knife causing you to drop it

“whoa whoa whoA CALM DOWN”

you heart screamed when you realized who it was

“what. the. fuck.?”

“whew you almost gave me a heart attack i thought you were going to kill me.”

“GIVE YOU A HEART ATTACK WHAT THE HELL CHANYEOL I ALMOST COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND HAD A SEIZURE FORM BEING SO SCARED AND YOU TALKING TO ME ABOUT ALMOST HAVING A HEART ATTACK I THINK THE FUCK NOT YOU TRICK ASS BITCH.”

“gave you a heart attack? i thought you were a murderer?”

you what someone come through the back door and its a very angry jongin carrying a very spooked baekhyun

“baek?! you were in on this too?”

“no kinda…chanyeol made me.”

your eyes closed as you exhale loudly, picking up the knife you dropped, before heading over to the kitchen cannot to pull out some Advil for you forming headache

“why are you guys here,” asked jongin dropping baekhyun to the floor

“chanyeol wanted to get you back for putting hot sauce in his coffee this morning” baekhyun blurted obviously afraid of jongin’s wrath

jongin chuckled slightly before shutting up completely at your glare

after downing the pill you turn back to the two boys asking,

“can you two assholes please just go home now?”

“yep.”

“now i know not to ask baekhyun for help on a prank ever again”

“JUST GO!!!”

he quickly followed baekhyun out the door leaving just you and jongin

you walked over to jongin as he wrapped him arms around your waist resting your head on his chest, “you better think of a real good way to get them back” “don’t worry im cooking up something real good”

#exo #exo k #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo reactions #kim jongin #jongin scenario #exo fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #kpop #kai #kai scenario #kai imagine #exol

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mars-the-red · 5 years

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Circles, chapter 2

fandom: Time Tunnel

Synopsis: Tony arrives back at Project Tic-Toc 10 years too soon, emotions ensue.

I’m tagging @effulgentpoet because she was kind enough to read the first part and just in case she wants to read the next bit; no pressure tho darling

Tony was bundled into the jeep by a still-wary Jiggs, and deposited in Medical, where he found himself unceremoniously stripped of every last stitch of clothing and sat in a gown on a paper sheet while a parade of personnel took readings of everything from the amount of potassium in his blood to how many fillings he had in his mouth. They all wore face masks and gloves. Tony recognized a few of them, but none of them recognized him.

“Where’s Doug?” he demanded, of every single nurse and doctor who took their particular toll. He got a few looks of sympathy, but one of Jiggs’s men, hand-picked to guard Tony while he was poked and prodded, warned them off of talking with a very pointed shake of his head.

“Containment protocol,” Jiggs reminded Doug, who was waiting with ever-thinning patience to speak with their guest. “You wrote half of these measures yourself. No contamination or cross-pollination of the Project. Tic-Toc Base is hallowed ground.”

“Sacrosanct, I think I said,” Doug replied. He looked up at the monitor showing the security feed of the Medical area. “It made sense at the time.”

“It makes sense now,” Jiggs said. “Anyway, I still think it’s a fairy story. Even if there is a Newman at MIT, he’s probably a shell. They would have done their homework.”

Doug grunted in reply. Maybe so, but the only way to uncover the truth would be by talking to this man. He paced a few steps, drifting along the corridor wall without really seeing it.

“Security should handle the interview,” Jiggs said.

Doug turned on his heel. “I’ll handle the interview.”

“Dr. Phillips, you’re too important to this project to put you in a room with an unverified, uncleared unknown.”

Doug pulled one hand from his pocket, held his palm to Jiggs. “He’s not going to convince any of you. I’m going to let him try to convince me. If he is who he says he is, don’t we owe him that?”

Jiggs was fingering the gun on his belt. “You numbers types are going to be the death of me.”

“We’ll try not to be.” Doug resumed his pacing.

* * *

Two hours later, the protocol shifted from discovery to maintenance. The head physician on duty called the canteen for a meal to be delivered to Medical, and Doug, who apparently ranked lower than a plate of chicken and rice, was admitted soon after.

They had put Tony in the suite for containing troublesome patients, with the minimum security of locks, not the plastic-draped and hermetically sealed suite for containing rampaging pathogens. It was a small, minimally furnished room, white tile floor and walls, bright lights, with a cot, chair, and table, where the aforementioned meal had been deposited and ignored.

Tony, wearing a pair of white scrubs, was seated at the table, head in his hands.

Security unlocked the door and held it open. Doug stepped through and it swung closed behind him, with more of a medical swoosh than a jailhouse clang. The lock turned heavily.

“I’m not your guinea pig,” Tony snapped, as soon as Doug came into the room. He picked up his head and glared. The prisoner treatment had keyed him up again. At least, after the decon shower they had forced on him, he felt cleaner than he had in weeks.

“Medical needed to check you’re not a threat to anyone on base.”

“They took a whole unit of blood. What are they checking for, vampirism?” It had made him a little light-headed, so he was perched at the table, rigidly aware of how alone he was. He wasn’t sure he could stand up to go toe to toe with Doug.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you finish your food?”

Tony shoved the plate away from him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Come on. You’ve gotta be.”

Tony knew that tone. That sensible, friendly, I’m-just-looking-out-for-you reasonableness that Doug could suffocate you with. Tony looked down at his plate of dry chicken, salad, and rice and made a face.

Doug followed his look. “The canteen aren’t miracle workers, but it’s not that bad.”

“Then you eat it,” Tony said.

Doug set a blue folder on the table, then swung into the chair across from him and swiped a cherry tomato off Tony’s plate. “I’m hungry, too. You know I was just heading to dinner when you showed up?”

“Sorry to spoil you plans.”

“This is a lot more interesting.” Doug bit into the tomato. It was mushy. He tried to hide the grimace. He removed a notebook and pencil from his breast pocket, flipped to a new page, and set it in front of him. “Take me through it again. Name, rank, serial number. Anything, everything we can use to corroborate this story.”

Tony did. Haltingly at first, then picking up speed. It had happened fast for him. The chair of the department calling him into his office, the interviews with bland polite men in suits. Becky had fallen away during the next few months of intense work on that fateful paper and then, out of nowhere, an invitation to defend it as his dissertation.

Doug had been there. A “special invite” to sit on the dissertation board. Tony hadn’t known who he was. He kept that to himself.

It was a rainy day in early April. They started at eight a.m. Tony drew figures and charts and chains of equations until an entire pack of chalk had turned to dust in his fingertips. The questions kept coming. By the end of the gauntlet the street lights had come on outside and he barely knew his own name, until his adviser shook his hand and said “Congratulations, Doctor Newman.”

Doug sent him home to pack. The next day they touched down in the middle of Nowhere, Arizona, under a blue sky full of brilliant sun. Tony hadn’t thought or breathed anything else since.

He knew staffing levels, layouts, equipment, even the make and model of the coffee machines in the control center. Some of the things he described were still on Doug’s wish list, to be wrangled over in endless committee meetings in DC. Some were already in play. Tony answered every question Doug lobbed at him for an hour and a half, trying to place him both in the present and the future, and at the end of it, Doug had heard enough. He was a believer.

Then it was Doug’s turn for show and tell. The test results had all come back; Doug opened the blue folder. The subject was in overall good health, with nutritional deficiencies consistent with some months of deprivation. Slight dehydration, several superficial injuries, and no marks of biological contamination.

“Do you know where the radiological contamination came from?” Doug asked, leafing through the reports. That was the only caveat on Tony’s charts, with a low impact rating.

Tony looked up at him and calculated. The radiation bath hadn’t been conceived yet.

“No,” Tony said. “Must be a by-product.”

Doug caught his hesitation. He held Tony’s eyes for a half-second too long before he finally smiled. “Well, it’s not a threat to you or anyone on station. Good news, Medical can’t see any reason to confine you here.”

Tony was regretting not eating when he had the chance. He was light-headed again. “So now what? You’ll turn me over to Security for their go?”

“No. Come with me.”

* * *

Security stood aside as Dr. Phillips escorted his guest out. Tony took the lead, subtly, guiding them out of Medical and toward the central tower space, the Atrium. He knew these corridors like the back of his hand. He sensed Doug watching his every step, and he saw the guards raise their hand to their ear pieces as he entered their range. He kept his chin held high.

Tony had no codes, no access badges, no biometrics on file, so Doug stepped up to the armored door to the Atrium. He swiped his badge, then turned his eyes to the iris scanner mounted unobtrusively in the terminal.

The doors slid open. Tony stepped out onto the footbridge, veered to the rail, and stopped dead.

The Atrium smelled of fresh paint and hot metal, sawn-off lumber and floor wax. Half of it was still under construction, hung with plastic and scaffolding.

Impossible to ignore, the pulsing, breathing power core was alive with electricity, writhing with nuclear reaction and shunted neutrons. It drew Tony’s whole attention, it drew him to lean over the railing and bathe in its mad refracting light.

Seven years ago, first laying eyes on it, it was the most beautiful thing Tony had ever seen. And in that moment, suspended above its unimaginable power, all the doubts Tony had ever had about his own sanity, his abilities, humankind’s striving against the seemingly unassailable wall of the universe and its laws, had vanished. He knew they could do anything. It was the engine of all their dreams.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Doug asked.

Tony could only nod.

The staffing complexes were still under construction, falling down into the gloom below. Tiny lights, like illuminated ants, were busy some five hundred floors below them, as construction crews dug deeper into the Arizona plate and carved out space for more offices, more laboratories, more libraries, more minds to strive toward this one inconceivable goal.

Tony finally pried himself away. A wave of dizziness crested, then subsided, as he pushed off the railing. “Where are we going?”

“My office.”

Doug’s office was a suite just above the control room. Doug waved him in and followed.

Tony took a breath. The paint smelled sharp and fresh here, too.

The outer room, where Doug had his desk, bookshelves, and seating area, also had a bank of windows overlooking the control floor. His desk was arranged to face them, and the Tunnel was dead center.

Eyes on the prize, Doug used to say.

Goodbye, work-life balance, Tony had thought then.

He thought it now, too. Doug’s office was functional. It was efficient. The furniture was new, with clean lines. Bleeding-edge design in bright woods and angles. Doug’s desk was a nod to his position; lots of drawers, and a desk top with a larger square footage than Tony’s dorm room. Files, always neatly stacked and sorted when Doug could help it . Cabinets full of identical manila folders.

Then as now, Tony was struck by how spartan it was. No pictures, no photographs, no cool rocks Doug had picked up on a whim while out hiking. A rack of plants were oxygenating the room from under a grow light, but they had no personality; Doug had let one of his assistants choose them.

Several diplomas in identical frames were hung behind his desk, but they only gave the who, what, where, when of Doug’s education. No context.

The bookshelves held a hint of life; Don Quixote in several editions, HG Wells, and Conan Doyle, plus a fair spread of the Western canon. Theory featured heavily, and Tony, who had never been much for reading when he could be doing, had once gotten the grand tour. Mathematicians, of course, and philosophers, and historians. And mathematicians playing philosopher, and philosophers playing historian. A busy little section on astronomy that served as a lending library of sorts; Tic Toc Base was situated under some of the darkest skies left in North America, and there were plenty of amateur and professional astronomers in their ranks. Doug had an antique telescope in a leather case propped in the corner. His father’s name was embossed on the strap.

Apart from the bookshelves, the only truly personal touch was the ring on Doug’s small finger, a souvenir from his very brief stint in the Army. He said the brass in Washington liked to see it; but he wore it all the time, so Tony figured that time in the forces was still important to Doug, even when he went back to civilian life.

Tony was familiar with all this. He had stood in this office - and sat, and eaten, and slept - a hundred times. But today he looked around with fresh eyes. Doug had been this obsessed, this driven, this… singular… from the very first days.

Tony looked at the Doug standing beside him. Doug was about his age, Tony realized with a burst of shock. No lines, no gray in his hair, a touch more trim, with basic training not so many years behind. More youthful, physically, but the same eternal, slightly estranged soul.

Tony tilted his head when he realized Doug was staring back at him. “What?”

“I keep thinking I might recognize you,” Doug admitted. “If I just look hard enough.”

“You won’t. We haven’t met yet.” Tony’s brain had finally absorbed that. It had a rather chilling effect: for all he thought knew about this place and these people, they were strangers. He was in a strange land.

And if he wasn’t careful, the Doug Phillips he would come to know, the project he had given his life to see complete, might become something else. The complexity of his situation, and the care he needed to take here, were beginning to sink in.

Tony knew he had gone unfriendly and cold. But perhaps that was for the best. He needed the space in his own head to think things through.

Doug, if he noticed the shift in tone, decided not to comment on it. He directed Tony’s attention to the windows.

“How long until we complete it?” Doug asked.

Tony followed his gaze. The mouth of the Tunnel was still rough, natural rock, shrouded in ghostly plastic sheeting and thick, snaking bundles of cords criss-crossed the control floor. They hadn’t gotten the final design and circuitry completed until 1964. That was six years from now.

“Soon,” Tony said.

Doug looked sidelong. “Soon?”

“That’s all I can say.”

Doug gazed out across the control room. “These last few months... we’ve hit a wall.”

Tony crossed his arms and remained silent.

“Newman,” Doug said, and Tony barely recognized it as his own name, coming from Doug’s lips like that, “Will you help us?”

#fic: circles #the time tunnel #excuse the un-beta'd mess

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killapunk · 6 years

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8 14 23 & 41 (im honestly just asking that one for the middle question JFKDFS) for Guess The Fuck Who ☣️🐸 (oh wow frogs r so fucking valid but the iphone frog emoji Really Is Not)

THE EMOJI I GOT WAS CUTE THO SO ITS OK

FROG POWER!!!!

8. - What do the like best about their partner?

For Goliath, it’s the challenge, I think. The challenge of getting to mentally dissect every little bit of Vene, to try and discover new reactions and outcomes to scenarios. Fair enough that isn’t the best answer ever but... I mean the intellect is there too. And I think that’s probably what Vene likes most. The fact he’s found someone who he can be unrestrained around (for the most part, as Goliath does set SOME ground rules, but he makes pretty good arguments... if you catch my drift...), who he can rely on as an assistant and partner. Like the fact he managed to find someone who won’t belittle him or scoff or try to lock him away. It feels... nice.

14. - Anything they both dread?

Being locked away again lol. Separated this time. Vene could potentially stress himself out to the point of vanishing, but it’s unlikely that he would, and it’s not like he could teleport to Goliath during it like some sort of spooky Uber. And if he could, then they’d still be trapped. And if they found out about Goliath’s mind powers, maybe he’d be stuck in a tiny chamber all tied up. Basically just being in an inescapable situation. The good thing is it’s near impossible for them to be taken down.

Then there’s the other thing. You know, the becoming a monster thing.

23. - How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

As we both know, a lot of it is Goliath taking the lead and getting what he wants. Vene is shockingly good at reciprocating, at least when it comes to physical things. Goliath often bugs his assistants for hugs because he thinks it’s cool, and he does things like drape himself across Vene’s lap and pull him down for smooches if he’s feeling it. Vene rarely initiates things, but sometimes certain events trigger his desire (you know what I’m talking about) and he finds himself being rather insistent. Other times, he gets curious, or an inkling of want for affection, and I imagine he plants almost clumsy kisses on Goliath’s lips.

Teasing and flirting go as you’d expect. Goliath being cheesy or bold and Vene being very logical. I imagine at some point he’s like “so would you like to have sex” because he’d rather get to the point than listen to Goliath’s nonsense, and Goliath thinks he’s being very suave.

Comfort is... tricky. It’s not very often that either of them will be in any sort of distress, and I think a lot of it happens around Vene’s final days as any sort of mortal being, at which point all he can really think to do is to stroke Goliath’s cheek and silently give him an expression that somehow holds more emotion than he’s shown in his entire life.

Otherwise, if it’s something like Goliath not liking the end of a movie, Vene just goes like... (touches his shoulder) “Would you like to make something explode.”

It usually works.

41. - Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often?

They aren’t particularly social animals at all. Goliath is a skilled businessman and enjoys being around people (because he enjoys getting money), but ever since Vene he’s been staying inside a lot more, and he’s okay with that. I don’t think the two of them would ever attend any sort of gathering tbh.

DRUNK... GOD... first of all, it’s more likely for them to get accidentally fucked up on some fume than to get drunk, but when they do...

Goliath turns like obnoxiously mushy and rambly and will most likely DEMAND that Vene tell him he loves him. Oddly enough he doesn’t get particularly sexual, just cuddly. There’s a chance he might start crying about reptiles and amphibians. Drunk Vene... doesn’t enjoy the experience all that much. His brain slows down and he can’t form sentences as nicely and he hates it, because it makes him feel stupid, even though he knows he isn’t. It also makes him feel extra warm, which he finds uncomfortable (and what’s this? It happens when he looks at Goliath for too long. How absurd...). He tries to experiment but gets easily frustrated and anything that remains from those drunken trials has now been burnt to ash. In the end he resigns himself to resting his head in Goliath’s lap.

#otp ask #ask meme #science husbands #im dying i hope this is okay #aliencadaver

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pirate-patton · 7 years

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Hi!! Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! If you're still taking prompts could you write some an analogical fic, maybe where Logan is pining or decides that *logically* they'd make the perfect couple and decides to use logic to persuade Virgil he's right? No worries if it's not your thing tho

Logan sat at his desk,hands in his hair and frustration on his face. He couldn’t even close hiseyes without seeing his face. That cute little smile, the way he covered it when he laughed, the way hechewed on his hoodie sleeve-

“Ughhhh!” Logangroaned and threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing themfervently. This had to stop! He had no time to deal with mushy,disgusting, lovey-dovey feelings! No matter how much Virgil made him wantto deal with them. Gah, this was so not fair!

True, logically speaking, if any of the sideswere to be together, it made sense that it would be the two of them, right? Virgil was very fond of pointing out issues and questions that Loganeasily answered and solved. Logan also kept Virgil grounded, kept him calmerand happier. Happier enough to see that cute smile - OK ENOUGH!

The two of themtogether would most certainly benefit Thomas, Logan believed. After all,his anxiety working through issues with his logical side makes sense, and themore time the two spend together the less anxious - oh, who was Logan kidding. Certainly not himself. When this dumb crush, this infatuation, begunto grow, he was not thinking of Thomas’s health! Why throw him into thisawful mix?! Logan groaned and dropped his head down, banging it gently onthe desk. He had to get rid of these feelings, restore his sanity and getsome peace. He had to tellVirgil, that was the only way. With renewed vigor and some excitement inhis step, Logan shot up out of his seat and propelled himself toward the door-

Wait. What if Virgil didn’t reciprocate? Or worse, what if Virgil thought he wasn’t serious? After all, asthe embodiment of Thomas’s worry and anxiety, Virgil had a very difficult timewith trust. Many times when one of them tried to be nice and give kindwords, Virgil immediately defaulted to “you’re just saying that,”or “don’t lie to me; I know you hate me.” Logan wasn’t sure at thismoment if he could handle hearing that come out of his crush’s mouth.

And, just like that, Logan backpedaled all theway to his bed and flopped down face first. This was impossible to dealwith! Why him?! Then, an idea popped in his head. He couldwrite a letter, a stone-hard, cold and concrete letter of his seriousness.

Logan snatched up a memo pad from his deskalong with a pen. Twelve cited sources, four Teen Vogue quizzes, and 16points later, Logan had his essay, properly MLA formatted and ready to sendunder Virgil’s door. He produced an envelope and neatly tri-folded thepages, tucking them in. Logan didn’t lick the envelope closed, findingthat utterly disgusting. Instead he simply tucked the opening inside.

Quick as a flash,Logan darted out his door, down the hall, and threw the letter essay under Virgil’s door.

Virgil was laying on his bed, listening to hismusic, minding his own business when something white came flying across hisfloor from under his door. Curiously, he stood to retrieve the something.

“What the-?” Aletter? Turning it over in his hands, Virgil could tell it was fromLogan. Patton always sealed letters with a puppy sticker, and Roman, always the most Extra of the group, sealed letters with wax stamps.

Virgil had no idea what this letter could be or why Logan didn’t just come in to talk. But, with Logan’s thesis statement, it started to become clearer.

“I believe that we would be a great pair we would make a great couple be great together. Our relationship friendship is already wonderful, but something inside me wants it to be more to progress grow. Hopefully you can understand and not hate despise me after.”

The rest of the letter read much like this, so much of it crossed out or scribbled over top of, and Virgil wondered why Logan didn’t just get a pencil, for crying out loud! However, at the last page, Logan’s strongest point, he couldn’t handle it anymore. With the words “You make me feel happy,” Virgil was out the door.

Logan shot off his bed when he heard knocking. Flinging open the door, he came face to face with Virgil.

“You idiot,” was all Virgil could manage before yanking Logan into a hug. Logan froze, arms hanging limply at his sides as he tried to figure out what to do. “Why couldn’t you just use a pencil!” Virgil cried into his shoulder, and Logan was definitely sure that was not the issue.

“I…apologize?” Logan tried, reaching up to pat Virgil on the back. “I will try to find a pencil next time?”

Virgil pulled away from the hug, and Logan almost leaned forward to get close again. “You didn’t have to write me a freaking paper to say you like me, too…” Virgil said, one of his sweet, small smiles creeping across his lips.

“’Too’?” Logan repeated. Virgil nodded, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders to seem smaller. “…The appropriate response to these sorts of situations is typically a kiss, correct?”

“Just shut up, you nerd,” Virgil snickered, leaning over to catch Logan’s lips. “I love you…”

“I…I love you, too.”

The two stood in silence for an awkward moment, neither sure what to do from this point. But, Logan had an idea. “We could watch a movie if you want? Your choice.”

“OK…”

It didn’t take long for the two to fall into a comfortable, cuddly pile. Spirited Away played, though the two barely attention. Logan found a new interest in Virgil hands, playing with the digits and fitting them between his own. Virgil wasted no time cuddling into Logan’s chest, his eyes falling shut and sleep taking over. When Logan realized he had fallen asleep, he couldn’t help but smile. He pressed a kiss to the side of Virgil’s head and nestled farther down on the sofa, silently pointing out the impossibilities in the movie.

//sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were wanting! i read “decides to use logic to persuade Virgil” and immediately got high school persuasive paper flashbacks. also this is longer than i thought it’d be, but still shorter than i think it needed to be with how i wrote it i just rAN OUT OF IDEAS AT THE END FRICKIN HECK

#analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders

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