#i don't think she's bowing in the books but i already have her singing in another picture

[moon-mirage]

This is part of my series of sketches I did for the victors (so far I did Johanna and Annie) but I really liked this so I'm posting it separately.

It's such an outrageous look and I absolutely get how it made waves, even in the Capitol. I feel it's easy to tone it down, not giving Lucy Gray the heavy makeup up and over-the-top outfit but really, it's so iconic. She absolutely knew what she was doing. The other sketches will a bit more muted but really how I could resist drawing the reaping scene in all its colourful glory? 😁

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #lucy gray baird #i don't think she's bowing in the books but i already have her singing in another picture #the movie is visually great but I feel it went a bit too subtle with what book!Lucy Gray went for #coriolanus associated with circus performances so this is what i went with

[nirawrite-holab-if]

When was the transition from MC being a thing to Aedh to being the favorite and how did he react.

It didn't take long...👇🏼

"I made a terrible mistake, MC. I don't want to just be your king. I want to be your family, your protector, your grandfather. You deserve nothing less than that, little one"

One night Asta was away from the castle and the MC was crying in their crib surrounded by handmaidens who didn't know what to do with the baby.

Aedh was in his private room trying to focus on his reading but the baby's screams seemed to echo directly inside his head.

He had heard his own children crying but never in such a way. Desperate.

So he decided to go investigate what was going on. In the MC's room, the handmaidens muttered to each other running back and forth with bottles, toys, and one even seemed to be singing hunched over the crib

When Aedh entered the room and they noticed his presence they made a brief bow.

"What's going on here? Why doesn't the thin..the baby, stop crying?"

"We don't know, Your Majesty," one of them replied nervously. "We're doing everything we can, but," she interrupted herself, seeing Aedh approaching the crib.

He looked at the MC who was stirring restlessly and their face was covered in sweat from crying. The sound and their movements seemed to show frustration rather than pain

"Spoiled, from such a young age" he reproved and ignoring the stares of the handmaidens he took the MC in his arms and headed back to his room. "Obviously you don't want to sleep do you? And you think you can just keep screaming?"

"Now, I don't care if you want to spend your night crying I have better things to do" he informed the baby who was staring at him, the cry forgotten. "I've raised five kids, you're not impressing me"

He sat back in his armchair and opened his book with one hand while holding the MC with his other arm

"This is an interesting read, it talks about the conquest of the first Monarch of Eloza over the neutral lands" he grumbled in a half voice. "I suppose you should learn that."

He looked at the MC who was staring at him mesmerized.

Before the MC's gaze he felt something warm and familiar spread across his chest and take him completely.

He gasped trying to contain the force of that emotion. Oh, no. No, no, no...

Oh, he was lost now...

When he felt the control of his emotions return, he gave a quick nod to the baby

"Great. You're paying attention"

.....

When Asta returned from her travel she was perplexed to find Aedh's room turned into a nursery.

The MC slept near his desk in a crib and he read in silence, the expression fully focused on the pages in front of him.

"Father? What is the MC doing here?"

"They're asleep," he informed. "They've already eaten and we've finished another chapter of Eloza's book"

Asta frowned even more confused than before.

"I meant why they're here, with you"

This made Aedh lift his face from his book and look directly at her.

"I'm their grandfather, Asta" he replied as if reminding her of this fact. "Who else are they supposed to be with?"

"No, I-"

She interrupted herself when she heard the MC babble in the crib.

Aedh gave her a look of disapproval.

"You're waking up the poor baby, Asta. We'll talk later"

#answered ask #mc #the grandfather #Asta #heir of light and blood

[daidonzo]

Don't go wasting your emotion

A/N: This is a oneshot of Aguni x Reader/OC. She doesn't have a name, but after seeing this gif of Camila Morrone in Daisy Jones and the Six I couldn't imagine her looking any other way, so I added a description of the character. Feel free to ignore it or substitute her features for whatever you like. •ᴗ•

I based this oneshot on a post by @glooomreach ♡

It's also my first time writing Aguni (definitely not the last), so I hope it's not too bad or too out of character.

Takeru had dragged him to the bar.

'Come on, come on. Just a couple of drinks, it will be fun!'

He had refused, at first, but eventually conceded. Just as his friend knew he would.

The only thing was that on Thursday night, only four types of people went out: the rich and famous, university students, groups of young girls who thought for real that Thursday was the new Friday and the older men wanting to flirt with them.

Where did that leave them?

Aguni sighed, with a beer already in his hand, while Takeru went through the book listing the songs one could choose to sing in the karaoke.

'This one!' He exclaimed, triumphant, his index finger pointing to an ABBA song.

Aguni couldn't help but smile faintly, nodding. The bar would be empty by the time they had finished. They were that good. 'Sure.'

He looked around him while his friend wrote down both of their names and the song title on a piece of paper and gave it to the person in charge of playing the songs of the karaoke.

Just as he had thought, there was almost nobody - just a group of businessmen who were staring, like a starving wild animal, at a table of young girls, sitting close to where the stage was. Four of them. The one further right had short hair and an athletic figure, another had dreadlocks and a blue crop top and the third one looked like she had just left work, a briefcase on the floor by her side. He couldn't see the fourth girl very well, only the back of the white blouse she was wearing and her long dark hair.

'Oh! The next one is going to be great!' Takeru said, clapping his hands together excitedly. Whoever was next would sing Believe, by Cher.

And it was the girl with the long hair and white blouse, who stood up and walked to the stage, her friends cheering her on all the way. Apart from the top, she was wearing flared jeans and brown high-heeled boots.

Aguni couldn't help but think she was beautiful, her eyes big, dark and slanted. Her lips full, a shy smile present in them, while she tried the microphone to check that it worked and adjusted it to her height.

'No matter how hard I try, you keep pushing me aside…' She started, not moving much at first, seemingly nervous, but by the time she sang the chorus, she was jumping and dancing, having gained confidence while she sang. 'Do you believe in life after love!? I can feel something inside me say, I really don't think you're strong enough, no!'

'Yeah, fuck him!' Her friend with the dreadlocks said, loud enough anyone could hear.

'She's quite good.' Takeru nodded towards her, looking impressed. Aguni agreed.

She was not the best singer, but she knew how to pull the audience in. The businessmen were in a frenzy by that time.

She finished her song, and Takeru joined her friends when they started clapping and cheering. Aguni did as well.

She noticed, and flashed a bright, charming smile towards them, mouthing 'Thank you.' before pretending to bow.

'It's our turn! Go, go, go!' Takeru was already standing up.

Both of them grabbed their microphones, making an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me. It may have sounded bad, but both of them gave it their all, singing with a lot more feeling than a cheap karaoke bar on a Thursday night deserved.

The businessmen had turned silent, gone back to their drinks, but the group of girls were cheering them on, clapping and moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

The girl with dark hair kept looking at them. No, actually, her eyes were focused on Aguni, her lips curved upwards.

He knew the song from memory (it was their go-to in Karaoke) but almost forgot the lyrics once or twice.

At one point, during the last chorus, she leaned over to her friend in dreadlocks and whispered something in her ear, her eyes still not leaving Aguni. Her friend started going through the book of available songs and apparently found what she was looking for, because she gestured and said something he couldn't hear, clearly thrilled, to the other two.

When the song ended, Takeru and Aguni hugged and patted each other in the back in celebration, laughing. His friend used that moment to whisper to him. 'That brunette couldn't keep her eyes off of you.'

As if summoned, the dark-haired woman lifted her glass at them, still smiling playfully over the rim of it, and took a sip of her drink.

Takeru elbowed him, raising both his eyebrows. He even tried to push Aguni in the direction of the girls, but he was a lot stronger and much more muscular, and didn't even budge.

'She clearly likes you, Aguni.' He said once they were seated again on their table.

'I don't think so. She's just being nice.'

'She is being nice, but she also looks nice and she likes you.'

'Takeru…'

The conversation went on for a few minutes, in which one of the men at another table sang a truly vile cover of Take on me by A-ha that, truth be told, didn't get the same reaction from the young girls. The brunette, especially, used the song as a bathroom break, leaving almost as soon as it started and returning after he was done.

It was her turn again, but this time the whole group went up to the stage.

And the first notes of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight), also by ABBA, started playing.

'Half-past twelve and I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone. How I hate to spend the evening on my own…' The girl sang, her dark eyes on Aguni's.

Takeru just looked at him, dead in the eye.

'Case closed.'

'Well, maybe…'

'Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight! Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?' They all danced out of sync something they had clearly choreographed but not practiced enough. It was still kind of impressive.

The song ended and they went back to their table, all of them laughing.

'If you don't go, I will, and…'

'Okay, fine. I will.'

Aguni shook his head and stood up, Takeru smiling widely and giving him a double thumbs up.

'Go, tiger!'

She was, clearly, very beautiful but she probably was just having a drink with her friends and didn't want a random guy approaching them. Maybe that was just her personality: flirty, playful, confident. He still went to their table, because if not Takeru would have and he preferred to deal with this kind of things his own way.

'Hello…' He started, not really knowing how to approach this. He wasn't used to that kind of stuff. He was struggling to find an amusing way of introducing himself, so he just opened his mouth and trusted his luck. 'Can I invite you to a drink?'

Could have been worse.

The dark-haired woman smiled. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and was rocking her chair onto its back legs. She nodded. 'Of course. Was wondering when you would ask.'

She stood up, and turned around to bid farewell to her friends.

'Don't take too long, some of us have to work tomorrow.' Said the one with the briefcase.

'All of us have to work tomorrow.' The one with the dreadlocks rolled her eyes until only white was visible. 'But some of us…'

Aguni felt the arms of the girl surrounding one of his. 'Let's get out of here, quick, before this ends badly.' She muttered, but she was giggling.

She led him to the bar area, where she ordered some kind of fruity cocktail without alcohol. Aguni just asked for another beer.

She had yet to let go of his arm, which she was still holding.

Aguni was used to fighting. It was part of his training as a SDF officer. But he was not used to receive so many blows conversationally-speaking. She was witty, she was smart, she was clever. He was struggling to get more than a couple of words in without stuttering.

He was extremely disappointed when her friends stood up and gestured at the woman to end the conversation and get ready to leave.

She looked at Aguni, apologetically.

'I'm the designated driver.' She shrugged.

'Ah, no. Don't worry.' He didn't know what else to say.

'Would you like to do this another time?' She asked. She finally let go of his arm (he wished she hadn't) and started looking around in her bag, getting a pen out of it after searching for a few seconds.

She grabbed a napkin and wrote her number, along with the drawing of a heart.

'If you do…' She slid the paper towards him. He realized he had yet to give an answer.

'Yes, yes I would. Like to do this another time.' He added that last part, in case it wasn't clear already.

'Great. I'll… Wait for your call, then?'

She waved goodbye and went back to the other girls.

Takeru suddenly appeared at his side. He pursed his lips in approval.

'Not bad. I told you she liked you. What's her name?'

'I… Didn't get it.'

His friend burst into laughter, but Aguni's eyes were focused on the napkin he was now holding with his right hand.

He might not know her name, but he was determined to find out.

#aguni x reader #aguni x oc #aguni #aguni morizono #aguni morizono x reader #aguni morizono x oc #aib aguni #alice in borderland #aib #hatter alice in borderland #takeru danma #aguni oneshot #aguni imagine #aguni morizono oneshot #aguni morizono imagine #aguni morizono headcanons #aguni headcanons #maybe ooc????? #i couldn't stop thinking about this i just had to write this #i love him

[cherry-queens-blog]

I hate how fast I can get these done lol. I expect them to take longer. This one's a little shorter but here you guys go.

Warning: blood, violence, death, bad language.

Chapter 4 Saying Goodbye

You wake the next morning feeling a little sore after that amazing night with gyutaro. He really made you feel good and waking up with out him though really sucked but he is a demon after all and your window isn't blocked either. Maybe you can fix that one of these days or get a room that doesn't have a window or anything that the sun can come through. Maybe one day so you can be able to have gyutaro stay longer so you don't have to be by yourself every morning. You get up and do your makeup, put up your hair and get dressed. You head out to go and help makes the girls breakfast but when you walk out you see an unfamiliar face picking up food off the ground. Maybe they are new here? You should give them a nice welcome you thought walking over to them kneeling down to help them pick up the mess they made.

"Here let me help you"

You say setting the spilled food back onto the tray.

"Th-thank you"

They stutter bowing their head to you out of respect. You smile at them picking up the tray. Something about this new comer has you feeling off though but why?

"I'm Y/N. What's yours? "

You ask but they don't respond they just walk away which was kinda weird to you, kinda rude too. It really did bother you but you shrug it off taking the dirty tray to the kitchen thinking maybe you should tell daki about it. You scrape the food into the trash then wash the tray off setting it aside to dry. You dry off your hands and let the others take care of the food this time while you get the girls ready instead. You head to one of the girls rooms and start doing her hair for her while singing her a sweet little song giving them some candy as well. Once you finish up with everything you head back to your room grabbing your favorite book to read, sitting by the open window. Instead of reading though you just sit there staring out the window at the faces that walk the street when it hit you. You finally latched onto the perfect idea. Jumping up and going over to your vanity you set the book down, pulling open one of the drawers and grabbing what money you had left. Rushing out of the room you stop by Dakis room rushing in.

"Hey daki I'm gonna run out real fast I'll be right back bye!"

You tell her quickly giving her no time to say anything as you quickly shut the door and run down the halls and getting outside. Now what are you up to? Daki thinks but really doesn't care anyways. You head to a small shop grabbing black fabric, a Hammer, wood and nails. You rush back to the district and hurry into your room. Daki could hear banging from your room getting more curious about what the hell you are doing in there. You get the window boarded up and make a curtain with the fabric and nail it into the wall for safe measure. No light was able to get into the room now and you felt so excited you couldn't wait for gyutaro to see what you had done for him so he could stay with you longer or all day if he wanted to. You can already imagine waking up next to him, wrapped up in his strong arms. Night starts to roll in and you head out of your room to make the girls dinner when you heard the new member talking to someone, you get up to their door listening in to their conversation.

"Yes the demon is here in this house sir, what are we going to do exactly? "

The new girl says as the man thinks.

"Well we need a plan but they need to be killed so they can't hurt anyone else."

He responds, your stomach dropped and you bolted away from the door trying to find daki. She wasn't anywhere to be found though, where the hell could she be? You asked yourself. You ask everyone you can even checking her room.

"God damn it daki where are you!? "

You say to yourself in a panic. You have to find her she needs to know what is going on this is serious, there are literally slayers here hunting them down, she needs to know about this situation. You soon find her after a good while of searching for her, you caught her headed to her room and you run to her immediately.

"DAKI"

You yell grabbing her hand quickly and rushing to her room. You quickly shut her door panting, you were so out of breath from rushing around trying to find her. You turn to her.

"Daki there's slayers here in this house right now. They were talking about killing you and you're brother!"

You tell her but she just starts to laugh a little. You however, you didn't find this funny you were truly concerned but yet she wasn't.

"Hahaha I will deal with these weak little worms, if they really think they can kill me and my brother I'd love to watch them try haha, they all think they can but always fail"

She says laughing. You just watch her laugh at this whole thing, maybe you shouldn't worry at all then if she's right. You felt off though, very off. Will they lose this time, it is possible they could you think. You soon just bow your head to her before opening the door to leave when a exploding happens knocking you into a wall. You look up as the smoke clears enough that you can see daki had been decapitated, your eyes widening at the sight, they just decapitated her but... She's not dead.

"BROTHER!!!! "

She tells as he begins crawling out of her body. You couldn't help it your worry over takes you and you jump up rushing back into the room. The man sees you standing there.

"Why didn't you leave with everyone else?"

He asks as gyutaro goes in for the attack. The man dodged it perfectly not getting even a scratch on him. The women slayers grabs you and leads you out of there away from the demons.

"Now go get out of here"

she says turning around and rushing back quickly to help her partner against the demons but you follow her back. Moments later the man is thrown from the building out into the street by gyutaro and he jumps out after him. You watch them fight from a slight distance, gyutaro using his blood demon art against him but he manages to slice through every attack. Daki ends up on the roof top withe the girl right behind her holding off daki pretty well. The man keeps himself close to gyutaro and manages to knock of his weapons out his hand and his weapon lands closest to you.

"You really aren't like the other hashira are you? It doesn't matter I'll still kill you"

Gyutaro tells the man as he laughs at his words.

"I'm not a hashira though... Not yet at least"

He says charging at gyutaro. You run out and grab onto gyutaros sickle slicing your finger open on the sharp blade. Daki sees you do this stupid move as her eyes widen seeing your finger connect with the blade.

"Oh no... Damn it!"

She says throwing a belt towards the girls way grabbing onto her tightly squeezing her to death. Your in pain but you don't stop running over to the fight.

"GYUTARO"

You yell throwing him his sickle, he catches it then turns quickly stabbing the slayer in the gut and raising him off the ground but, he smells blood, he smells the man's blood but, he smells your blood as well. Why are you bleeding? What the hell happened? That's when it hit him his eyes widening and rage taking over him completely. You drop to your knees as the poison floods into your body spreading quickly making it hard to breath. Gyutaro brings his other sickle up stabbing the slayer through the face and splits his skull completely in two instantly. He throws his body aside turning his head to look at you, seeing your body fall to the dirt not able to breath your eyes close after the poison had over taken you so quickly. You must've cut yourself grabbing his weapon and it caused massive damage to instant death to you. Gyutaro slices his arm open running yo you but it was to late his poison claimed your life. He gets to you spilling a few drops of his blood into your wound but his blood did nothing except the opposite. He was to late to turn you, he felt nothing but absolute rage boiling inside him. It was his fault if he didn't get his weapon knocked out of his hand you would still be here right now. Daki kills the girl then goes to her brother hugging onto him trying to give him comfort, he didn't deserve to lose you but he did. It really got to him that he was late to help you. Why did this have to happen to him? He won the fight but he could've done it without losing you. Gyutaro never came out of daki staying inside her unable to forgive himself for allowing what happened to happen. You and daki were everything to him even if he was harsh to you both here and there but he really did love you and losing you wouldn't escape him mind. You live on in his memory for eternity.

#fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #fan fiction #fanmade #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #fanfictions

[frodo-with-glasses]

Hi! Maybe Frodo and Eowyn? 1, 3, 5, 10

Ooh, now here's an odd pair! This should be fun.

1. “When I think they became friends”

Well, clearly they could only have met during the festivities after the destruction of the Ring. Merry introduced them, I'm sure, heaping glowing praise upon the valiant Lady Eowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan, she who slayed the Witch King—

"Not without aid," she said.

"Oh, don't even mention it." He waved his hand as if banishing the words from thought. "And now, Lady, I must regrettably introduce you to my dowdy old bore of a cousin."

"Thank you very much," said Frodo.

"Well, it's about time someone said something a little less than charitable," said Merry, putting his hands into his pockets. "They've been singing your praises all week."

"Yes, they have," said Frodo with a wince, "and quite beyond the point of embarrassment. But where are my manners?" He bowed low. "It is an honor to meet a Lady of such noble blood and such great courage. Were she not already a friend of my kinsman, I'd feel nearly ashamed of myself."

Eowyn had already been smiling, but the kind words softened her countenance even further. "You speak generously. My accomplishments are no greater than yours."

"Then let's not speak of it any longer. To be honest, I'm weary of hearing of it." He sighed, and his gaze became distant. "I should like some peace for a change."

"I begin to feel the very same way," said she.

They looked upon one another for a long moment, and it seemed, to their surprise, that each was gazing into a mirror; and the reflection to be seen was not one of outward appearance, but of emotion, weariness, and hope.

The Lady broke the silence. "Would you walk with me?"

Frodo stirred as if waking from a dream. "I'd be honored."

(So they went, and Merry presumably wiggled finger guns at them and ducked out.)

3. “A random headcanon I have of them”

Frodo has a fascination with study and learning, but books don't cover everything. I think he'd be endlessly intrigued by a culture that writes no literature and is only referenced tangentially in other sources. He'd have a lot of questions about Rohan, and Eowyn would give her answers in the form of songs that were made to remember their history, and Frodo would probably forget most of it by the time he gets back to the Shire—the matter of recording everything concerning the Ring was more pressing—but he'd never forget the sound of that magnificent language.

(Maybe, in another life, he could have written and translated Rohan's history too. But that would be left to the work of others.)

5. “A scene I wish we had of them”

See above :-D Frodo and Eowyn are kindred spirits in some surprising ways. I'd love to see how they'd interact.

10. “A song that reminds me of them”

I'll go with "Worn" by Tenth Avenue North. Frodo and Eowyn are heroes, yes, but they're also two troubled souls looking for some hope, and I think this song captures that longing very well.

FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!

#ask game #frodo baggins #eowyn #eowyn of rohan #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 42: Remembrance of Dreams

Rest easy, child. Moiraine is keeping you safe from the spoilers. This post is filled with spoilers for the whole of The Wheel of Time series and I am trying to get them stabbed into you, but you can avoid your fate! Just block the tags! Leave this post! Read the damn books or whatever! And don't blame me if you see spoilers from here on out.

This chapter's icon is the ravens, a way of representing the Shadow that the gang is desperately trying to find a way to escape. Luckily, there's nothing really going on to threaten them in this chapter.

He took five steps into the library before he realized that everyone else had stopped, crowded together in the doorway, openmouthed and goggling. A brisk blaze crackled in the fireplace, and Loial was sprawled on the long couch, reading, a small black cat with white feet curled and half asleep on his stomach. When they entered he closed the book with a huge finger marking his place and gently set the cat on the floor, then stood to bow formally.

Aww, Loial snuggles with kitties too. This book doesn't have enough kitty snuggles, there should have been one in literally every chapter.

(Also it's cute that Rand forgets how unusual Ogiers are from everyone else's perspective because he's just that buddy-buddy with Loial already. Rand's a good friend.)

Loial liked to talk, and talk at length when he had the slightest chance, though he usually seemed to think a story needed two or three hundred years of background to make it understood. His sense of time was very strange; to him three hundred years seemed a reasonable length of time for a story or explanation to cover.

To an Ogier, this is only providing a decade or so of context, which isn't anywhere near as much.

“You always were crazy,” Perrin said, and for a moment he, too, sounded as of old. “No,” Nynaeve said. Tears made her eyes bright, but she was smiling. “None of us blames you.”

Dammit people, more hugs! Hug Mat! Hug Moiraine! Hug Loial especially and then tell me how fluffy it was.

“Yes,” Moiraine said quietly, “he still has the dagger.” The laughter and talk was still going on among the rest of the Emond’s Field folk, but she had noticed his sudden intake of breath and had seen what had caused it. She moved closer to his chair, where she did not have to raise her voice for him to hear clearly.

Rand again shows he's the overall cleverest of the group in that he notices what's up right away, and Moiraine briefly flirts with being the kind of assistant to Rand that she should be by telling him the facts straight out. See how well you two get along in this conversation, Moiraine? All of your conversations could have been like that!

Rand made a sound, and Moiraine raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought they were looking for Mat and me,” he said.

Rand's reacting to Moiraine's infodumping, which again shows just how great a team they are when Moiraine is providing all the facts instead of trying to manipulate them! This sequence is really good in the trust she offers to everyone and it's a shame she reverts to her old habits again by the second book. I blame Siuan showing up, it made her feel young again.

“That’s what I always say,” Mat said blandly, though he was suddenly grinning hard, and Egwene asked in a decidedly neutral voice, “Who’s Elayne?”

Egwene, you spent several weeks dancing with the hottest boy you could find. You don't get to be pissy about Rand interacting with another girl. It's just annoyingly hypocritical and we are leaving the part of the book where romantic misunderstandings are fun.

I met some Tuatha’an a few years back, and they wanted to learn the songs we sing to trees. Actually, the trees won’t listen to very many anymore, and so not many Ogier learn the songs. I have a scrap of that Talent, so Elder Arent insisted I learn. I taught the Tuatha’an what they could learn, but the trees never listen to humans. For the Traveling People they were only songs, and just as well received for that, since none was the song they seek.

Please internalize this, WoT fandom. The Tuatha'an aren't stupid, they're well aware of the Ogier songs, and the Ogier songs aren't what they're looking for. No song is actually what they're looking for, but the Ogier songs can't even be sung properly by people so there's no match here at all.

“That’s what the Tinkers told us,” Perrin said. “Yes,” Egwene said, “the Aiel story.” Moiraine turned her head slowly. No other part of her moved. “What story?”

See what it feels like when people won't communicate useful information, Moiraine?

(Also I am 90% certain that it was only the Three Oaths that kept Perrin and Egwene alive through this exchange, and also Mat and Rand once the dream info comes out.)

Had I known after the first such, I might have been able to. . . . There has not been a Dreamwalker in Tar Valon for nearly a thousand years, but I could have tried.

I'm pretty sure that the real reason the boys don't tell Moiraien, Pattern-wise, is that she would have worn herself out trying to help. She sadly cannot.

He can still send Halfmen against you, and Trollocs, and Draghkar, and other things, but he cannot make you his unless you let him.

I'm mostly quoting this bit to show that Moiraine and Lan are in definite philosophical disagreement here. She's way more hopeful about the task at hand than he is, though these Two Rivers folk are probably making her less optimistic by the millisecond.

Out of the mass of humanity, the Dark One can touch an individual only by chance, unless that person seeks it. But for a time, at least, you three are central to the Pattern.

Also of course, the boys aren't being touched by the Dark One. They're instead being influenced by Ishamael, who is now free enough to do whatever he pleases.

“The Father of Lies is a good name for the Dark One,” Moiraine replied. “It was always his way to seed the worm of doubt wherever he could. It eats at men’s minds like a canker. When you believe the Father of Lies, it is the first step toward surrender. Remember, if you surrender to the Dark One, he will make you his.”

And this is the part where Moiraine loses the trust again. She could have told Rand the truth, but she sidesteps so blatantly instead that he has no choice but to distrust her.

“The Pattern presents a crisis, and at the same time a way to surmount it. If I did not know it was impossible, I could almost believe the Creator is taking a hand. There is a way.”

I wonder if Robert Jordan read much of Asimov's Foundation. In those stories, a man had deduced a way to predict the future in broad strokes and had established the titular Foundation to avert the 30,000 years of barbarism he foresaw. As the project would still take a thousand years, he left behind recordings identifying various turning points and leaving hints for the Foundation's members to use to swing events the proper way - they were referred to in-universe as "Seldon crises".

Much like Wheel of Time, Asimov died with this story unfinished and had later authors revisit the series, though sadly they only did a prequel trilogy instead of resolving the cliffhanger of the final chronological novel. It also is getting adapted these days and attracting a lot of alt-right rage for having women and people of color in the cast instead of the series of interchangeable white dudes - and hopefully Amazon's Wheel adaptation will continue the parallels by having a much stronger second season after a shakier first one.

Anyway I dunno why this notion struck me here, it's just something about the way Moiraine said it. Fun fact: the Creator can intervene and we'll be seeing that before the book ends, though he won't be doing much useful.

“No!” Loial said, an emphatic rumble like thunder. Everyone turned to look at him and he blinked under the attention, but there was nothing hesitant about his words. “If we enter the Ways, we will all die—or be swallowed by the Shadow.”

Oh yeah, this is probably another thing that the chapter icon was referencing. But we'll see more about that soon. Next chapter: more bad dreams!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #perrin aybara #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #loial #moiraine damodred #mat cauthon #lan mandragoran

[yinnina]

Sharing Classes

It was currently second hour, which was advanced orchestra for me along with a few of my friend, just not from my friend group.

I was the closest with the first four chairs.

4th chair, Derek.

3rd chair, Elizabeth.

2nd chair, Vanessa.

Me being first chair, which was a complete surprise since me and Vanessa were neck to neck with being the best.

Me and her asked the teacher why I was first chair, her telling us that I was a quicker learned compared to Vanessa.

I was proud of it, but even so I did believed that Vanessa would've been a great first chair too.

We were currently having practice time, since we begged our teacher to let us have it for weeks.

Everyone was doing their own thing, practicing some songs in their music books while me and Vanne decided to practice our own songs from what we knew already.

"So, which one are we doing?" Asked the short girl.

"I don't really know, maybe El Cascabel?" I recommend.

"I ain't singing." She looked me dead in the eye.

I sighed, she was a great singer but it wasn't always that she sang mariachi songs, she ordered playing them.

"Alright, alright. Pull up the music, I'll just rosin my bow really quick."

As she was getting our music out, I noticed a few people over hearing our conversation, interested in what we would do.

We started playing, the music was fast and if we messed up it would go to waste trying to play.

"Yo tenia mi cascabel con una cinta morada,

"Con una cinta morada, yo tenia mi cascabel."

She repeated my words, to make it sound like there were the other mariachis playing.

"Y como era de orapel." I held the note for long enough.

"Y como era de orapel, se lo do a mi prenda amada,

"'pa que jugará con él, allá por la madrugada." She sang afterwards.

We played our violins for a few minutes, fast enough to catch the ear of people, making them turn their heads towards us and staring.

"Anoche por la ventana platicando con Leonnor,

"Platicando con Leonnor, anoche por la ventana." I told the story as she repeated my words.

"Me pidio que le cantara." I held the word

"Me pidio que le cantara el cascabel por memory,

"Y que no me dilatara, me dia de favor." Those were the last words she repeated as the song continued.

"Ay! Como rezumba y suena,

"Ay! Como rezumba y suena, rezumba y va rezumbando,

"Rezumba y va rezumbando," I said alone, before we both started singing together.

"Mi cascabel!"

"En la arena!"

Just as we both finished singing, we were gasping for our breaths we didn't know we were holding.

"Amazing..." Someone whispered.

They started clapping, making me and Vanessa look at each other rather creeped off.

The song was fairly long, it was mostly playing more than singing, but it hurts to press down your fingers against the cold hard strings while trying to sing right at the same time.

We didn't sing and play at the same time, we simply switched playing turns once the other was singing.

As everyone finished to pack up their instruments, violins and violas taking the longest since they actually had to put their instruments in cases, much unlike base and cello, the bell rang, confirming that we were now allowed to leave to third hour.

"[Y/N]! You did so amazing there!" Said Jada, a celloist in my class.

"Really? It's weird not playing with more than two people." I admitted.

"Yeah! Why didn't you think of joining mariachi?" She asked me, confused.

"I am in mariachi," I confessed, "I just go to this class for school hours, but we have mariachi rehearsals in the afternoons."

She was shocked, but it was washed away the moment we reached her classroom as I dropped her off and went to my respective classroom.

For third hour I had science with the cheerleading coach.

As I went to my arranged seat, I noticed that Vance was finally back to school after being gone for almost a week now.

Class went by normally until I felt a kick at the keg of my chair, right away I knew who the criminal was.

Vance was the only one who would have enough guts to do such things.

I ignored it at first, until it became very constant and it finally managed to get into my nerves, making me glare back at Vance, who was sitting behind me at the end of the row.

He looked up at me and gave a smirk that told me right away he won't stop.

And for my luck, he sat around me in every class we had together, which was all my schedule but second hour, which I thanked the gods above for, since orchestra class was my favorite class.

The day was nothing but irritating with Vance kicking my chair and at times making me fall due to him hitting it too hard or moving it out of my way the moment before I tried sitting on my chair.

"When will this madness stop?" I whispered to myself, but it was loud enough for Vance to hear.

We were currently sitting in fifth hour, Accelerated English, and the hour before lunch.

Vance grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanking it slightly to make my head look up to the teacher who was busy talking about the book we were currently reading, The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, to even notice.

'Shit.' I thought to myself.

"You should really pay attention, you know. You wouldn't want to fail this class, right?" He whispered in my ear.

This bipolar bitch seriously had some issues. One day he is being all kind hearted and even got me out of danger and the next he is a little bitch who had a stick up his arse.

"You should really let go of me before I scream." I whispered back to him, making him grip tighter on my hair as he looked unfaced.

"Let go of me." I whispered harshly.

"There's this idiot who can't handle himself and goes after little girls. I want you to beat him up for me, I'm too busy and I won't fight someone weird like that."

I was shaken up by that, "And what's in it for me?"

He turned to look at me, "He was planning on trying to touch you, so take it as a favor."

He let go of my hair as class was being dismissed for lunch.

I met with Gabby outside the orchestra room, and told her the situation. She agreed on telling everyone that the fight was happening behind the school, after classes were over.

Everyone heard about it, even some teacher who clearly didn't care enough to do anything, either way, if they interfere with the fight, they knew they would get hurt.

From what Vance told me, the guy I was fighting was called Eren, he was blonde with a buzz cut, light, blue eyes, and pale skin.

He was fairly tall, around 5'7, making me look up to him, due to my height being 5'1.

I was fine with being 5'1, since I had the upper hand against tall people.

You could crawl under their legs and twist them while they were confused.

So no, here we were, face to face against each other, and by the looks of his face expression, he was clearly pissed.

The things I do for Vance Hopper.

#vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #tbp vance #vance hopper #vance #the black phone #tbp

[abihastastybeans]

*crawls up from a deadly schedule*

hiiiii

top 5 bears in movies

top 5 Disney princesses that you think can straight up wield a knife (as sword)

top 5 childhood cartoons on if they'd have depression now

(I'm sure i definitely mistook the task but tbh it's more fun this way, ignorance is bliss and all 😭)

Hiiii Ash! These are wonderful topics, thanks for playing, let's see how this goes-

Top 5 bears in movies - so i completely blanked as soon as I saw this. Do i even know 5 movies with bears in them? Okay so Paddington comes first because i loved that movie as a kid. Then Po from "Kung fu Panda" solely because of Jack Black. Next comes Sonya the Tricycle riding Black bear from "Madagascar 3: Europe's most wanted" - i don't think she ever said a word but she stole the show whenever she was on the screen. Then ofcourse, Baloo from The Jungle Book - the urge to sing Bare necessities right now is so big. Finally, since i can't remember a bear from a movie, I'm gonna have to go with Teddy the suicidal Teddy bear from Supernatural. I'll never forget him and the little girl.

Top 5 Disney Princesses that i think can wield a knife/sword - First place, without doubt, goes to Mulan because she already wields a sword lol. The next should be Merida because she would need a weapon other than her bow and I'm sure she'll learn very quick. And then ofcourse, Kida because she puts people in compromising positions (if anybody understands this reference - I will hug you so hard) and adding a sword would elevate it a higher degree. Then I'd have to go with Rapunzel my beloved - her arm strength and grip from carrying around all that hair will be of great advantage ✌️. Finally i think Jasmine would be good with a knife/sword because she's a badass.

Top 5 childhood cartoons on if they'd have depression now - lmao idk mate

Mickey mouse clubhouse - ABSOLUTELY are you kidding me? I'm pretty sure they were all in a fever dream all the fucking time and when they wake up it'll all be downhill. Hot dog hot dog hot diggity dog babyyyy

Phineas and Ferb - idk smth about overachievers getting drained i guess?🙃

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil - something tells me he'll crash and burn someday. Totally possible.

Scooby-Doo, Where are you? - Once the gang runs out of weed, they'll probably have to fight things other than "ghosts"

Looney tunes - Animals with depression would make shows of top tier quality. Sorry.

#i had a great time answering this #thanks for asking : ) #sorry it took so long tho #ash tag #ask game

[thewanderingace]

Olay I finally watched Outlander 7x07 and oh my God it was so good!!!! This whole season has been so good!

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOTH 7X07 AS WELL AS FUTURE PLOTLINES CAUSE I REFERENCE BOOKS PLOTS THAT THE SHOW HASN'T DONE YET!

I think it's kinda funny but the same thing is happening to me with the show as it did with the books in which I am much more into Bree and Roger's story than I am Jamie and Claire. Not that I don't love them cause I do and I do very much enjoy their plots but it's not exactly new. Another war, another goodbye, more lovely lovely yeah seen that already. But Bree and Roger's plots are so interesting and I still find myself so intrigued by their show story line as much as I was by the book plot.

I'm thrilled to finally see more positivity around Roger this season. Any time I go on Twitter or Instagram, even Facebook, I'm finally seeing people be kind to Roger. And I am LOVING IT! Finally! I've been so alone in the loving Roger corner of Outlander. If be so happy if this season finally brought some others over.

But okay so this episode. I'm just gonna spe some random thoughts

More Roger in a kilt! Woohoo!!! So handsome. I love it.

It drives me crazy that the show opted to not include Roger's struggle with his voice or even a scar on his throat since it plagues him forever. But I guess I get it cause this way Richard doesnt have to be hoarse forever and I got to hear him sing again so....I guess I can't be too mad lol.

The new actor for Buck is so good. I really enjoyed every scene he was in and how Roger and Bree and the kids all reacted to him showing up. I love that they had a conversation about Buck and Roger being family. I looove that Roger got to punch the crap out of him for both scaring his kids but also for TRYING TO KILL HIM!! I wish Roger's ptsd was shown a little more though. Lile, the hanging severely affected him and the show continues to gloss over it. Like, one conversation and Roger's forgiven him and calling him cousin Buck? Come on. Stupid episode constraints.

Every time Rob was on screen I got so angry lol. Just knowing what he's up to and what he is gonna do. Argh I hate him. When he started to talking to Jem I internally screamed "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" This meme was all I could think of to properly express myself.

Anyway fuck Rob Cameron.

Just a little thing but all the family moments with Bree, Roger, Jem and Mandy were perfect and I love them so much. So much.

The Bree Roger steamy scene!!! What!! Okay at first I laughed cause of the song choice but I love that song unironically and I love Bree and Roger so I ended up thinking that scene was super nice.

Bree and Roger belong in the 1980s. They belong in modern times and I fucking hate that they go back to the 18th century and stay there. I hate it. I mean I love Roger going back to find Jemmy and the angst of the whole ending of the episode was so raw and good and I loved it. But it reminded me that they all go back and eeeeennhggh I hate it. So much. I want Bree to be with her parents again but she and Roger don't belong in that time. Not like Claire does. They both are much more suited for the 1980s and are amd can be so much happier then. Roger and teach and be a historian and take care of the house. Bree cam be a boss and an engineer. They have cars and electricity and modern medicine and ARGJ they just belong in that time!

Okay let me talk about Claire, Jaime and William bow cause I also have thoughts. Mostly about William. I got a lot of William thoughts because Charles Vandervaart KILLED IT!

Omg casting Charles was such a good choice! I know Charles from Murdoch Mysteries where he played John Brackenreid and I always loved when he was in an episode. I didn't even know he got cast as William until like a week before the premiere amd I saw an image of him comparing him to a pic of Jamie. First of all, holy shot they look so alike it's scary. Secondly he is such a good actor! I couldnt wait to see how he'd play William!

And in this episode he really shined! From the eager to prove himself young inexperienced officer to the first time he truly sees the horrors of the battlefield. I love how the show continues to give William opportunities to show the audience how kind hearted and honorable he is. Like giving his friend and his horse the apple. Helping the soldiers to dig the mass grave, literally getting into the trenches himself, so that his fellow soldiers, including his friend, will have a proper burial. I love it.

#outlander spoilers #outlander #outlander 7x07 #stephs stuff #outlander rambles

[bigfan-fanfic]

That Awkward Moment When You Learn Your Boyfriend was a Cartoon Misogynist in a Past Life (Male!Reader x Gaston - OUaT)

Requested by @spicyveganfun for Freaking out when Henry tells you you’re the only one not in his storybook and that your boyfriend is actually Gaston from Beauty and the Beast

If everybody likes the idea, I might continue this into a little series. This fic takes place sometime early in Season One.

"Henry!" you grin, seeing the boy walk up to you at Granny's diner. "How's my main man?"

You were hired a while back by Henry's mom, the Mayor, to look after Henry after school a few days a week since she has mayor business to attend to.

Town scuttlebutt is that she's attending the Sheriff, Graham.

However, it's good money, and Henry's a sweet kid.

Although lately... Henry's been hanging around with a woman named Emma who says she's actually Henry's biological mom, so you don't get to see him as often.

But now it's time for the two of you to have a grilled cheese at Granny's and hang around.

It isn't the first time you've heard his whole storybook thing. Mayor Mills and Dr. Hopper explained to you that Henry uses the whole thing as a sort of coping mechanism. You see how it hurts her that he thinks she's the Evil Queen, but she'd rather that then damage his psyche unnecessarily.

But for some reason, Henry can't find you in his storybook, Once Upon A Time. You came to the small town a few years ago, and you've been here ever since.

"Can't talk. You need to read."

He slams the huge storybook on Granny's counter, and you look at the page, tilting your head in confusion.

Because... it's your boyfriend. Pointing a bow and arrow at what looks like a monstrous version of Mr. Gold, your boss. "Henry? What is this?"

"I still can't find you in the book. But I did find Gaston."

You read the story. It's Beauty and the Beast, but different. A little darker, a little stranger. Apparently that version of Gaston is turned into a rose.

"You're changing the story somehow." Henry mutters. "I think... maybe since you're not part of it, you're affecting the curse!"

"Okay, Henry, but think about what you're saying. You're saying that my boyfriend is really some misogynistic hunter who admittedly sings a very catchy song in the movie, but still! And he can't remember it because-"

"He's cursed!" Henry finishes, with the air of an impatient schoolteacher. "And somehow, you're changing things. Like my mom is. Because you're not part of the curse, and you're not the Savior, you're... I don't know, making ripples?"

You blink. "There's a lot to think about here, Henry."

He nods. "Take your time. It's a lot to take in."

You think about your time in Storybrooke, Maine. College was good, but after that you really didn't have much else going for you. No prospects or anything. There hadn't even really been any great stroke of fate or destiny telling you to come - just you passing through by chance on your way to other places.

You sat down at Granny's, ordered some food, and read the newspaper, and decided on a whim to apply for a job at Mr. Gold's Pawnshop - they needed a file manager.

The Mayor herself visited you a few days into your visit, which did strike you as weird. But then Mr. Gold came in and asked her very politely to find you accommodations, and Mayor Mills almost immediately found you a fantastic deal on an apartment.

And then you met Gaston. He worked at the animal shelter, and you had to bring a lost puppy you found there (Dr. Hopper came by to claim the pup in a state of distress). And from there, you went on a date and fell for the guy and became a part of town.

A town that always seemed the same... every day like the one before.

You shake your head as you head home. Henry's ravings don't usually hit you this hard. He can't be right. Curses and fairy tales and Beasts don't exist. The world is already scary enough.

Isn't it?

#x reader #male reader #gaston x male reader #ouat x male reader #once upon a time #ouat headcanons #headcanon

[breelandwalker]

as a closet witch, how can i celebrate yule without being caught or snitched on? at decemember i would have to go to my relative's house and none of them are witches and are hard catholics, Its very important that I dont get caught but I would love to celebrate

This is my first yule too! (i started this month!! very new baby witch) I managed to persuade one of them to buy some scented candles (because that's what all i could manage to get them to buy it for me since i'm a broke student) but that's all I could manage if im being honest

i could eat breakfast with them, would that count as a feast? while i light the sun candle, should I shorten the things I should say while lighting it?

I genuinely want to welcome the sun and celebrate because I feel very safe while it's present and I want to thank it for the warmth it generously gives! And i thought yule would be a good time to get to know the sun more and repay it's kindness! (also, if i am referring to the sun incorrectly, please correct me!! I wanna be as resectful as i can)

[Also I'm very sorry if this isn't the types of asks you would like to recieve!! please delete if you wish not to answer ^^]

Oh, we're about to get REAL sneaky on this answer.

Before reading, please note - I do not recommend mixing religious practices willy-nilly or appropriating Christian rites for non-Christian witchcraft. But sometimes a witch has to be stealthy and here's how I managed a similar situation in my younger days.

I became a witch in my early twenties, while I was still living at room with progressive-but-highly-religious family members. There were occasions when I was expected to go to church. I was expected to say grace at family meals, celebrate religious holidays, pray about my problems, accept faith-based advice, and not be averse to Christian-themed gifts or the Christian radio station constantly playing in the house. For all my moms knew, I was still a Good Christian Girl.

I was NOT.

I hid books about witchcraft in with my fantasy novels. I decorated the top of a short bookcase with knickknacks for an altar. I used cheap candles and craft supplies for magical purposes. I bought herbs from a natural food store, started a potted garden, and talked (a lot) about my interest in herbal medicine. I took notes about witchcraft in the back of the notebook I used for notes about botany. And I did all my pagan stuff offsite or when I was home alone.

Keep in mind, this was purely to keep the peace in my home. I couldn't move out and I knew my mother would have a full-sized bird with all the trimmings if she found out I was doing pagan stuff under her roof. (As it turned out, it was a series of medium-sized birds. But that's another story.) I was lying, yes, but I was doing so out of self-preservation.

And that's exactly what I recommend you do.

Go along with what you're expected to do, to the extent that you are comfortable with. Use the mundane objects available to you to practice your craft silently and in secret. There's no need for fancy accoutrements, elaborate rituals, or spoken prayer. All of that takes a backseat to your physical safety and mental and emotional wellbeing.

Make the plans you already have and the things you're already doing into celebrations and devotional acts. Caroling is singing up the sun. Putting up lights is keeping the needfires burning through the solstice. Christmas breakfast with family absolutely counts as a feast. When everyone bows their heads for silent prayer, no one will know whether you're praying to the same god they are.

Honor the sun by scattering seeds for the birds and small animals to eat. Make dried-orange garlands - they're traditional for this time of year. Use that scented candle for color or scent magic, or for devotional purposes. (And you don't need to say anything out loud when lighting it. You can just think it to yourself.) Watch the sunrise on the winter solstice and wave. Make plans for how you too will rise and shine in the new year.

The nice thing about being pagan is that the gods meet us where we are. The world is our church and while there are sacred places that are worth visiting, we also carry our temples inside ourselves. Our hearts, our hands, our minds, and our voices are our altars, and on these tables, we offer the best of ourselves in honor of those we venerate.

Whatever you offer to your chosen gods, offer it sincerely, and whatever deeds you do in their honor, do them well and with all of your heart. It doesn't matter how small that might seem to you, because right now, that is everything you can give. In the future, maybe you can do more, be more open, celebrate in new ways. But for now, your task is to learn and grow, quietly, until that time comes.

I hope this helps and I hope you have a merry and meaningful Yule! Good luck, witchling, and welcome!

#prime4slab #Yule #Christmas #pagan #baby witch #witches of tumblr #stealth witchcraft #Bree answers your inquiries #witchcraft #witchblr

[dailydanganronpaimagines]

Hello! Um, I don't know if I'm doing this right but would it be okay to ask for a "Danganronpa x Reader | Kaede/Kirumi/Chiaki helping/comforting a foreign S/O"? Like S/O is too anxious and nervous to try and speak the local language. Sorry if this is too difficult!

Danganronpa x Gender Neutral Reader | Kaede/Kirumi/Chiaki Helping a foreign language SO:

Asks: Open

Kirumi Tojo:

Kirumi was an experienced maid, well versed in many languages. She supposed that was why she was assigned to her new clients.

A diplomat would be staying for the week, bringing along one of their family members who wished to see the sights.

They were coming from far away, and she was told to make them as comfortable as possible...That wouldn't be hard for her, she thought.

The day had arrived, Kirumi standing with her back straight as she watched you come in.

You were silent, a nervous shy look on your face. While the others talked with an accented voice, you stared down at your shoes, a blank look on your face.

You had never been to this country, and hadn't had an idea what anyone was saying. You were so excited for the trip, but were worried now, seeing nothing familiar.

Busy talking to his their business partner, your Uncle had left you in the long hall alone, well not entirely.

There was a woman in maids wear, a kind look on her face.

You attempted to say the few words you did know, your face red, only for the maid to smile.

"Hello...Can You understand me?"

Her voice was perfect, barely any accent from her soft voice.

You nodded at her, and asked her name.

"I am Kirumi Tojo," she bowed, "It's a pleasure to serve you master."

You had never had a maid serving you before, and told Kirumi to call you by name.

You were the same age, you didn't feel right being called master.

Kirumi smiled politely, she would have to remember to call you by your first name.

She didn't understand if, but she felt a certain softness around you, something about you made her heart beat.

Kirumi wasn't supposed to feel such things for a client, so she quietly asked you to follow her, trying to keep a straight face.

Your room was beautiful, larger than even your bedroom at home with huge glass windows lighting the room.

The books on the shelf might as well have been blank, as you couldn't understand a word. You were starting to wonder if it was too hopeful to think their would be a dictionary or something to help.

Kirumi noticed this, and quietly told you to sit on the bed.

After ten minutes or so, she came bustling in with a dictionary, marks in the margins.

She curtised, "I hope you don't mind, but I thought it may be helpful...It's what I used when I was learning."

You thanked Kirumi gratefully, only to shyly stop her when she turned to leave.

"You want me...To help you?"

She bowed, "I'd be honored."

Kirumi was a gentle and kind teacher, telling you all you would have to know when going through town.

It was work for her, but didn't feel like it. She enjoyed sitting beside you and watching you smile when you remembered a word.

The two of you spent a long time together.

Kaede Akamatsu:

"You're nervous too, aren't you?"

Kaede ran her hands down her arms with a sigh, it was her first trip to play outside of the country with you, and although she knew the language, you were less fluent.

She wouldn't have had to speak much anyway, piano was a universal language....You however, were tasked to sing.

Kaede saw the worry in your eyes, and called you over to her piano.

"It'll be alright y/n...I know you'll do great, even if you may have trouble...Your feelings will get across."

You sighed, making the pianist hug her arm around you.

You were worried about saying something wrong, or your accent being too thick to understand. You had sung before, but never abroad...So many things could go wrong.

"Y/n...? Let me tell you a secret."

You perked up softly, Kaede's violet eyes had a certain energy to them.

"You may know this already, but..."

She leaned into your ear, "Accent disappears when you sing!"

You pulled away, and she smiled.

"It's true...Why don't we practice again? I love playing the piano, but even more when you sing with me!"

Kaede pulled out one of your favorites, a gentle tune that had a piano and lyrics line.

"Ready y/n? We'll do it together...If you need help, just ask, okay?"

The two of you practiced the rest of the night.

Chiaki Nanami:

"You want to get better at language? I can help y/n..."

Chiaki had left you with those mysterious words yesterday, standing outside of her door now, you had little idea of what she was planning.

Speaking a new language was hard for you, although the people surrounding her dorm seemed kind, you had trouble understanding them.

"Hello, y/n..."

Chiaki talked in a slow gentle voice so you could understand her, waving you inside.

Her room fit her you thought, filled with pillows and consoles.

"Sit here..."

She pat the pillow next to her, "I would've asked you to come yesterday, but I had to be sure I still had it..."

Chiaki leaned forward, and put a cd in her game console.

A light jingle played, a title in both your language and hers appearing.

Chiaki gave you a gentle smile, "I bought it before, it made me think of you immediately...Do you want to play?"

You nodded, making Chiaki smile.

"It's a little cold in here...Do you want to share a blanket...?"

You told her you didn't mind, although the idea made you somewhat shy.

Chiaki draped the blanket over the two of you, and leaned into your shoulder.

"I like playing competitive games y/n, but playing together with you is nice too..."

You pressed the start button on the control, and a sentence appeared.

"If you don't understand it, you can press the a button for a translation..."

You tried to read it aloud, but stumbled on the last word.

"It's okay...That's a hard one, even for someone who knows the language..."

She repeated it back to you gently, using syllables from your language.

You repeated it back to her.

"Mmn...Perfect...You're very good at this y/n..."

She gave you a small hug, "Let's keep going...I believe in you..."

Chiaki and you played games together for a long while.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #chiaki nanami #kaede akamatsu #kirumi tojo #kaede x y/n #kaede x reader #danganronpa kaede #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa chiaki #chiaki x reader #chiaki x y/n #danganronpa kirumi #kirumi x reader #kirumi x y/n #gender nuetral reader #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #x reader #reader insert

[thepenultimateword]

Double Damage

Ok, so almost immediately after posting "Not What It Looks Like" my brain thought to itself, "Wow wouldn't it be fun if Villain and Henchman had a double date with Hero? Hey, didn't Hero cancel a date to help Villain? Who was that? You should make that character. You should show their relationship too." And you know what, that sounded like the most fun thing I could do right now. This is why my books always have main casts instead of main characters.

Villain held his phone between his shoulder and his cheek, hands busy pressing the toggles of the video game controller. "A double date? You mean you've found someone who can stand your terrible personality?"

"Love you too," Hero sing-songed. "Remember the plans I postponed to help you? That was him. And backing out of that date cost me a lot of trouble, so honestly, you owe me."

Villain didn't respond right away, breath catching as he button-mashed his controls for a combo attack on an attacking troll. "Die! Die! No, don't hit me! Sweetness, I need healing."

"Got you," Henchman said from where they were tucked in against Villain's chest, navigating their character toward Villain's.

"You're not really killing people over there are you?" Hero asked.

"We're gaming," Villain clarified, "but you know, that brings up a serious point. Is this guy going to be ok doubling with a couple of villains?"

"Yeah, I've already mentioned you. He's fine with it."

"Hm... What do you think, Nugget?" Villain rested their chin against Henchman's shoulder.

"I sort of hate her," Henchman said not taking their eyes off the screen, "but anything with you sounds fun.”

"Aw, I knew Henchman was warming up to me," Hero said.

Henchman bristled. "Did you listen to a word I said?"

"Alright, we'll do it. But Henchman wants pasta, so we're doing it at the Italian place on center street."

"Done. See you theeen~."

The call ended, and Villain shrugged the phone to one of the couch cushions.

"I didn't say I wanted pasta," Henchman said.

"You've been pulling up Olive Garden coupons on your phone since yesterday. I inferred."

Henchman tipped their head way back, dropping the control to loop their arms around his neck. "That's why I love you."

***

A little bell tinkled over the restaurant door, and the scent of oregano and warm bread wafted outside. Villain kept his head held high as he entered. His face wasn’t exactly secret, but people usually only tended to pay attention if you gave them reason to. Civilian clothing and a confident attitude was enough.

Henchman clung to Villain’s arm, peering around at the crowded tables. Despite their bravado, Villain had begun to figure out that they were a lot more cautious with social interactions than they were physical altercations. They were usually so bold when it came to work; it was different seeing this side to them. Learning little details like that made Villain feel sort of fuzzy inside. It was nice having someone to care for.

Hero stood up from her seat at the back of the room, waving her whole arm over her head. She had her hair wrapped up in an orange floral scarf to hide its glow, and the flowing skirt of her cyan dress spilled around her legs like an opening blossom. The sheer sleeves were delicate and filmy down to her wrists. She was really going all out for this thing. Compared to her, the man beside her looked shabby, like he’d started dressing up but then stopped halfway through. He had a button-up but no tie and the top three buttons were undone. Also, he was wearing joggers and sneakers. Though his dark, curly hair was nicely coiffed to the side. What a weirdo.

“What’s up,” Villain said, sliding into the booth across from them.

“Hey, guys!” Hero said, “Aw, Henchman, you look so cute! I’m loving the bow.”

Henchman looked away with a humph, squeezing Villain’s arm tighter.

“Oh come on,” Hero leaned over the table, levitating slightly, to poke them in the shoulder. “I fight crime, you commit crime, our jobs both involve crime. That’s something in common already!”

"You made me wreck my car, and you're annoying," Henchman spat.

Villain snorted. Such brutality. Henchman really didn't mince words. What a gem.

Hero raised her hand to her mouth in mock affront. "After all we've been through?"

“But your dress is cool,” Henchman muttered reluctantly.

"Ah hah! I knew you'd warm up to--"

Villain flicked a salt packet at her. "Stop, riling them up. And be courteous for once." He cleared his throat and nodded to her awkward date, who was staring at his hands with a queasy expression.

Hero beamed and rested her hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to look up abruptly. “This is Madigan Shaw.”

"Just Madi is fine," the man said huskily. His voice was like corn rubbing against one another in the wind. Dry, not very loud or strong.

"This is Villain and Henchman," Hero introduced.

"The diamond necklace couple," Madi acknowledged.

Villain stilled and narrow his eyes."How do you know about that?"

Madi's dark, doe eyes got a little wider. "Oh, Hero has a video on her phone."

"Hero," Villain growled.

Hero winked and stuck out her tongue. "Oops, busted."

"Was I not supposed to--" Madi started.

Hero placed her hand on top of his as he kneaded at his serviette. "No, it's fine. I was going to tell them eventually. Much funnier that way."

It was a tenderness Villain had never seen in Hero before. She was usually too brash to consider another person's feelings. Even with her as the Hero and him as the Villain, he'd always had more tact when it came to niceties.

"You're also in the Hero industry?" Henchman asked, unwinding their arms from Villain's bicep and turning straight forward.

"Er no. Well, yes, I work in the hero industry, just not in the field. I'm a dynamologist. It's my job to find the limits and unlock the full potential of heroes' powers."

"He's brilliant," Hero said, a measure of adoration sprinkling her words.

"I wouldn't go that far, but I'm pretty good."

Villain began unfolding their utensils from his serviette, setting them all in a neat line. Salad fork, dinner fork, then knife. "So that's how you met?"

"Um, yes. My job has me working with a lot of top heroes." He was squirming like Villain wanted, but he was looking at his hands again, not at Villain's specially placed fingers on the knife handle. What else could have him acting so uncomfortable? "Hero is one of them."

"Maybe you've noticed a difference in me, V" Hero smirked. "Perhaps that I'm 3.2 seconds faster and no longer freeze when I fly too high."

"We're working on the glowing hair next," Madi said, a fond smile curving his lips. "Though it becoming exceedingly possible that it's as autonomic as breathing."

"You don't like her hair?" Villain said. It came out more dangerous than he'd been intending.

Madi flinched. "Oh, no, I do," he fumbled. "It's just not...very inconspicuous. It could get her in trouble if she's trying to go places undercover."

It'd also be nice to sleep without a built-in nightlight," Hero said.

A thin veil of tension built in the air. Villain knew he was being weird, but despite being as annoying as crumbs in a keyboard, Hero was his friend. Maybe his best friend. She needed someone who cared about her like she was the reason the world turned. Henchman must have noticed his agitation because they ran their hand down the corded muscles in his arm, and he slowly loosened.

"So how long have you been together?" he forced out.

"Um...We're not...at least right now...it's just..."

"I'm waiting for him," Hero said cheerfully. "Madi doesn't feel completely comfortable with labels yet."

Villian and Henchman looked at each other. It was a foreign concept to both of them. As soon as they'd realized their feelings were mutual they'd put labels to it. Couples items, home screen photos, house keys, it'd all been almost immediate. Like two people starving and coming across bread for the first time.

"We're working on undoing a lot of damage," Hero continued, rubbing Madi's back. The man tensed a little beneath her touch.

"Huh?" Henchman asked.

Madi looked at his hands again. "Let's just say that as much as I like my job and as much as I admire heroes, they can be...massive jerks."

Henchman rose their fist in the air. "Here, here."

"Er...how'd you meet?"

"Enlisted as a henchman, worked my way to the top. In the inner circle I was seeing him every day."

"I thought they were cute from the start," Villain shrugged, "but it was about a year ago that I started being serious about them."

"Really? That long?" Henchman asked.

"Of course, Nugget, the day of your first planning meeting. Your battle strategy was impeccable. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since.”

“Ugh,” Hero said, making an exaggerated gagging motion. “I know I invited you, but can you keep the cutesie couple stuff to yourselves?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“No promises,” Henchman said simultaneously.

For some reason, Madi squirmed again. What was his problem?

Villain was deciding whether it was worth bringing up with Hero when the waiter came to take their order. After that, Hero got Madi talking about power study stuff for half an hour. It was admittedly impressive even if it was a little much for him. At least Villain understood a bit of why Hero admired him. His calm way of speaking was also a nice contrast to Hero’s loudness.

When it was time to go Villain held Hero back a moment.

“Is he good for you? Are you happy?” he muttered as Henchman and Madi walked ahead, Madi explaining vaguely how Aperture’s powers had been hacked to get into their cameras. Turned out that had been Madi’s idea.

“Looks who cares,” Hero said, tweaking his nose.

Villain slapped her hand away. “Of course, I do. You’re my friend. Even if it was a mess, you supported me. So I will support you if this person is really important to you.”

“He is.” She hugged Villain. “Thank you, V. Let’s do it again soon.”

***

Madi watched the streetlights begin to flick on as the sky streaked purple. They'd broken off from the Villain and Henchman half an hour ago but traffic was extending the ride home.

Hero could have flown them across the city in seconds, but she had the car today because she knew he didn't like to fly. Well, that wasn't completely true. Flying was ok. Flying used to be fun. What he really didn't like was being at another person's mercy. Flurry thought dropping and catching someone a couple times was funny. They used to like the way it made Madi cling. He didn't know if Hero was like that, but he'd rather not find out.

Was that wrong? Wanting so much of a person to stay concealed in case he didn't like the contents? He just had the feeling that the more you knew someone the more they let you down. If you stayed oblivious, you could pretend things were fine, that they loved you. Though that was probably also why he never stopped being scared. Maybe he'd been bent too far out of shape to fit into a regular relationship. Villain and Henchman were criminals, straight-up villains, and yet the way they acted with each other was so...sweet. More. So trusting. Their hearts were open to each other.

"Here we are~," Hero said, parking outside his apartment complex. When a person is electrocuted, their body paralyzes. The current makes their muscles lock, oftentimes preventing them from escaping the very thing doing it to them. It was like that when Hero kissed him. His head buzzed, not pleasantly, not the humming fuzz of his first kiss, but like the loud, cold drone of a broken refrigerator. Why couldn't he respond? He liked Hero. He wanted to respond. But it was terrifying.

Hero pulled back. "Feeling a little one-sided here," she teased, poking him in the shoulder.

"Sorry," Madi said, muscles unlocking, allowing him to hunch his shoulders.

"Don't apologize. I guess I was only thinking about myself. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. I...I want to kiss you...it's only-- And it's not that I think you're like this. But if you weren't serious...if you were tricking me to see what I'd do...I don't want to look stupid."

"Madi," Hero said, a warm hand clasping his neck. "I know you've been hurt, but no one would do that."

He didn't respond.

"Wait, has that happened to you?"

"Er...maybe."

"What?" Hero exploded, clenching her fists and levitating up against the roof of the car. "That's completely messed up! Anyone putting in that much effort for a prank is the stupid one, not you! Like, why wouldn't someone believe that? Who was it? Another hero right? Why do half the people in the industry act like they're superior to everyone else? A bit of power, and they're royalty? So special that no one deserves them? Give me names, and I'll destroy them. I'm a top hero, I can take them!"

"Woah, hey! It's fine!" Madi said, grabbing her swinging hands and forcing a smile. He once thought he preferred a quiet partner, but it had become unnerving not knowing what was going on in someone else's head. Hero's loud brashness always kept her thoughts and feelings on the outside, and he sort of loved her for it. "It definitely hurt, but it's in the past."

Hero snorted an angry breath through her nose. "I'm calm. It just feels like I keep finding out about more crap heroes have done, not just to you but to lots of people. This isn't the way it's supposed to be."

Hero really was good. If he was honest, he'd liked her from the moment they met. Even when he was almost sure he couldn't trust her. Madi wished being stood up and pranked was the worst of it. Humiliation was crippling enough on its own, but he might've gotten over it. Eventually. It was the other stuff he couldn't forget. The feeling of being overpowered and helpless. The knowing that someone could do whatever they wanted to you because they had powers and you didn’t.

Coming into the hero industry had been a bright new world. So many powers, so many strong people doing their best for the weak. All his life he'd been fascinated by dynamology. Powers were beautiful, and even if he hadn't been gifted with his own, he knew that he could make a difference by helping those who were. But the sweet cream of that naive dream had turned sour. Curdled and foul from the fear and bitterness. He still liked powers, but he no longer trusted them. He didn't trust heroes either. Let them save the masses, but never get personally involved.

Or that had been the plan.

Hero had snuck up on them. Glowing hair was just unfair.

It looked like most of her anger had burned itself out by now and she sank back down to her seat. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "If we weren't such pieces of garbage maybe you'd trust me by now."

"No, not you," Madi said, tentatively taking her hand. "That's never been you." He nervously played with her fingers. "And I wish I could trust you. I wish I wasn't so...damaged. I'm trying...but I don't know how long it will take. You deserve someone...more."

Hero squeezed his fingers, bringing the back of his hand up to her lips.

"Like I told you before, I can wait. For as long as it takes."

Maybe that was all Madi needed. At least it was a start.

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[bubblesuga]

Mahina || Part 1

Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 4,626 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.

"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"

Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.

"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."

"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.

"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.

"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.

Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."

Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.

"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.

"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."

Yeah, it definitely does.

~*~*~

"5, 6, 7-"

Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."

Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"

"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"

Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."

"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.

"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.

"One more time. 5, 6-"

It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."

Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?

"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."

Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.

You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."

"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.

Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.

It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"

"What?"

Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"

"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.

Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"

"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.

"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.

Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.

~*~*~

Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.

Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.

Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.

Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.

Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.

He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?

Right.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."

"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."

What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.

"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."

You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-

"Hey Jungkook."

Fuck.

Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.

"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."

"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."

You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.

"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.

~*~*~

The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.

Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.

Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.

As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.

He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.

"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."

"Oh? Like individual shoots?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."

"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,

"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,

"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.

Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.

Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."

"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."

"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.

Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.

He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.

At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.

Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.

The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.

You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.

"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.

Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.

He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.

It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.

A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.

Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.

"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.

He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.

He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?

"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!

"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"

"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!

"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"

He laughs, you snap a picture.

"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.

"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."

Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."

"What do you like about them?"

The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.

"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."

"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"

"Yes."

You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."

"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."

Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.

Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."

"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."

"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.

He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."

You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.

At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"

You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."

As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."

"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.

He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."

You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.

"Taste good?" He questions.

"Delicious."

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.

So he does.

Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.

"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."

Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.

Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.

"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.

"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."

Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.

He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.

His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"

"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.

"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"

You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.

Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.

"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.

Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.

#bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader fluff #jungkook x reader angst #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x you

[promisedneverwrite]

Until The Last Petal Falls

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A/N: a fic of MC inviting Ina to a rooftop cafe? And then confess her love for Ina via a song (like MC will play a guitar singing a song like 10000 hrs by Dan+Shay or ILYSB by Lany) haha dunno. After singing, she’d give Ina a bouquet of red roses (1 of it is a silk flower) tell Ina again that she’s in love with her and ask if Ina is willing to wait for her until the last petal of the rose had fallen or until she graduated for them to be together?

"What are you doing over there?" Ina watched Bea's eyes snapped up from her notebook finishing whatever she was writing, closing it shut as Ina stopped at the base of the tree.

"Who, me?" Her playful grin made Ina laugh as she swung her legs back and forth on the branch.

"Is there anyone else sitting in a tree?" Bea hummed looking around a hand over her brow like a sailor at sea causing Ina to laugh.

"Dunno, haven't checked the others. What are you doing on campus, it's the weekend." Bea tilted her head in question.

"I still have paperworks for my research I need to do, I'm finding a better place to write, and my office is getting a bit depressing to sit in." Bea hummed sagely, nodding as she remembered there were no windows, carpeted floors, and dusty books. Very much a place of nightmares for people with allergies.

"And have you found a spot?" Ina shakes her head but does look up through the leaves of the trees seeing hints of the blue sky smiling as she breathes in the fresh air.

"No, but I think outside would be nice, it's a beautiful day today isn't it?"

"Mm she is...I mean it is! It is." Bea flushes as Ina's eyes fall onto her, a fond smile on her lips.

Ever since their first meeting it was a mess of emotions, struggling to find a pace after what happened between them. But even then, they still gravitated towards each other finding a good rhythm from how they started. Small moments where they slipped into a casual friendship and friendly conversation. Small inside jokes that they only knew the meaning to, it was the little things.

"Join me?" Bea grins, her plan setting in motion. In actuality Bea knew Ina was here to grade, and this tree was a favorite spot due to its seclusion and privacy for Ina to come to grade at. So Bea hid here waiting, fixing up some things and getting ready.

"I'll do you one better, join me." Ina rose a brow amused at Bea then tried to navigate how to get up the tree with her eyes.

"I don't think I can climb so well with heels." Bea snorted the image of Ina climbing a tree and falling popping up in her head.

"Pft no not here, you'll break your back just getting up here, and your bones are already vulnerable being old as you are." Ina rolled her eyes and pursed her lips as Bea snickered, hopping down from the tree to stand beside her.

"Wow, you're so thoughtful, thank you." Ina deadpanned but exuded amusement Bea gave her a wink.

"You're welcome, but trust me you'll like this place."

The place Bea took her to was a small intimate rooftop lounge, surprisingly no one else was there, just the two of them.

"Odd that there are no other people out here, it's so beautiful out." Bea shrugged and sat opposite of her just smiling.

"It's a Saturday, who goes to a rooftop library/cafe on a saturday." Ina was about to speak when the rooftop doors opened and a delivery man called out.

"Order for Bea!" Bea grinned standing quickly and walking over to the guy and thanked him as she paid for the bag handed to her.

"What's that?" Bea excitedly set the bag down and wiggled as she dug her hand into it and pulled out a container setting it in front of Ina.

"Lunch, for you and me!" Ina opened the container and smiled at the food inside. They chatted and ate laughing at a childhood memory that Bea was sharing.

"And that’s how, on every december the 25th I wait out for santa.” Bea smiled, feeling warmth in her chest hearing Ina’s laugh.

“You’re so creative.” Bea grinned, bowing to her.

“Thank you, thank you. I try my best.” Ina chuckled then noticed as she looked around how the sky had darkened during their conversation, the sky turning pink with the fading sun turning the clouds orange. It was beautiful with the fairy lights that decorated the area around them. Ina just breathed in and admired the view unaware of Bea sneaking off.

“I didn’t notice how late it was getting, we should go.” Ina turned and found Bea gone, her heart leapt as she looked around spotting her with a guitar in hand.

“In a bit, I just wanted to say something first.” Ina watched as Bea took a chair and set it close to Ina and sat down. “I’ll hope you stay to listen.” Ina smiled softly.

“Always.” They shared a fond smile, Bea’s cheeks tinting red as she began to play, her voice filtering out as she looked at Ina all the while.

Do you love the rain, does it make you dance

When you're drunk with your friends at a party

What's your favorite song, does it make you smile

Do you think of me

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'

Everything, I wanna know it all, mm

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

I'm gonna love you, oo

Do you miss the road that you grew up on

Did you get your middle name from your grandma

When you think about your forever now, do you think of me

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'

Everything, I wanna know it all

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna love you

Ooh, want the good and the bad and everything in between

Ooh, gotta cure my curiosity

Ooh, yeah

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that

Sweet heart of yours

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna love you

And I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna love you

Bea finishes the song and reaches under the table and retrieves a bouquet of flowers, a singular one different from the rest.

“How did you…?” Bea smiles and presents her with the bouquet.

“I’m clever, remember?” Ina laughs remembering the first time she had met Bea all those months ago.

“I haven’t forgotten.” Bea grins.

Ina takes the bouquet with great care, her fingers gently running across the soft petals until it reaches the singular one in the middle, the petals iridescent. Ina picks it out from the rest of the flowers, the stem of it gold, the leaves iridescent as well.

“Ina, I love you.” Ina’s eyes look up at Bea, her heart thumping. “And I want to be with you, not only when we're together grading papers, or having casual conversations. Even though I like those times too.” Ina smiles letting Bea continue. “But as a couple.”

Ina’s breath hitches as Bea looks at her earnestly, a plea in her eyes.

“I know right now is not the time with your work and me being a student, but I want you to know that I’m willing to wait however long for you, for however long until the last petal falls from that flower.” Ina chuckles twirling the flower in her hand with a smile on her face.

“This flower won’t die Bea.” Bea gives her a soft smile that has Ina’s cheeks warming, a blush on her face.

“I know.” Ina turns back to Bea, her eyes searching and Bea flushes red, her hands moving to cup the back of her neck looking away in embarrassment as she rambles out.

“I mean you don’t have to answer now of course, I just wanted to let you know.” Ina placed a hand on Bea’s arm, and Bea stopped turning her attention to Ina.

“I love you too.” Bea’s heart thumped wildly with a smile growing on her face.

“Really?” Ina cups Bea’s face and presses her lips to Bea’s softly, Bea squeaks but then melts into it, her hand reaching up to gently trace the side of Ina’s jaw. They break away slowly smiling into each other as they rest their heads against each other just savoring this time alone together with no one to judge them.

“Yes, really.” Her answer is whispered against Bea’s lips, as she kisses her again. “And I’ll wait for you too, until a time where it can just be us. No grading papers involved.”

Bea smiles into the next one and giggles.

“Neato! Those essays we had the other day were rough.”

“But there is one thing I have an issue with.” Bea stops cold.

“W-what?” Ina tries to keep her stern face on as she speaks as Bea.

“My middle name is not my grandmothers.” Bea takes a moment to process what she says then snorts a laugh clutching her stomach. Ina raises a brow letting Bea laugh, her laugh making Ina laugh as well.

“I mean Alyanna could be someone’s grandmother's middle name.” Bea jokes. Ina hums and leans forward her chin in her hand.

“I’m sure it can be, Emmaline.”

Bea gasps her face filled with indignant shock as she places a hand on her chest in mock hurt.

“You did not!” Ina could only laugh as Bea goes on a rant of her middle name NOT being her grandmother’s name, listening with a small smile on her face.

If this was how it was going to be everyday with Bea she could wait, she would have always waited.

#queen b #ina kingsley x mc #ina kingsley #bea hughes

[saksukei]

prince joshua au

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you loved your job more than anything,, serving the king and his family as a knight, was an honor that wasn't bestowed upon many so you considered yourself lucky

the king was looking for a husband for his wonderful daughter,, and she had rejected so many princes

the king had then called on to some palm readers and soothsayers that had said that the ‘prince’ destined to be his daughter's husband is currently trapped in a tower

the king did more research and came in contact with a small country, who's king and queen had died and their own child, the prince, was locked in a tower guarded by a dragon

the king then appointed you to find the tower, rescue the prince who would marry the princess as a sign of gratitude and they could rule the smaller country together

you agreed obviously

you were cheered on by everyone as you embarked on the journey, alone, with nothing but your horse to listen to your mindless chatter

and honestly, everything was going well like the trip wasn't too tough it was just really long

when you finally reached the castle, instead of causing a scene and all to you know ‘slay the dragon’ you simply found a back way to get up to the tower

you opened the door and then you heard someone singing, “prince joshua?” you called out and the singing stopped

then you came across one of the most handsome men you had ever seen,,, he had black hair, the face of a Greek god with well toned arms and hE LOOKED MORE LIKE A KNIGHT THAN YOU DID??

“are you here to rescue me?” he asked, nonchalantly, as he flipped open a book.

“yes!” you answered, in an unusually chirpy tone.

“cool– get out of here right now because I'm not going anywhere,” he told you quite bluntly

and you were like ??? this mf I crossed half the fuckin land but this ungrateful bitch eye

“i'm sorry,,, but don't you think that I would be rather capable of escaping this shit hole if wanted too?” he hissed. “but I don't– because I don't want to escape and I don't need anyone's help either.”

“prince joshua, I understand what you mean,,, but the princess is waiting to marry you!” you replied.

“oh great– another stuck up princess who wants to marry me.”

“actually,, our princess is great. she's an absolute sweetheart and she's one of the finest bachelorettes in the country,” you explained.

“then why has she rejected,,, fifty other princes and wants to go after the one trapped in a tower?” he deadpanned.

“because–the palm reader said so,,, but this isn't important–”

“i don't need your princess– so just go away,” he told you.

after thinking for several minutes, you came up with a solution

“look how about this? you come back with me, meet the princess and if you like her you can marry her, if you don't, well– I'll help you escape back to this tower,” you suggested, finally catching his attention.

“how do I know you'll keep your word?” joshua asked, setting his book down.

“i am a knight, sir, loyalty is one of the few idiosyncrasies we can offer.”

“alright then,, I trust you– you better not let me down,,” joshua spoke as he grabbed a backpack with all of his belongings.

you used the same way to avoid the dragon and started on with your journey

at first,,, you truly thought joshua was some stuck-up prince but the more you spent time with him,, the more you realized that joshua was literally a gentleman who would be the perfect ruler of the country

he acted like an asshole before because he was sick and tired of people trying to rescue him and take all the glory

you understood his anger and ever since then joshua had been so sweet,,,

joshua wouldn't let you carry his bag, he'd make sure you were getting enough rest during the journey and one day he even offered to keep an eye out so that you could sleep

you on the other hand, taught joshua on how to light a fire etc and even some basic etiquettes,, cause I mean even if he was a prince he was trapped in a tower for so long

one time, you guys had stopped to stay by the river for the night and soon it was early morning and you woke up and saw joshua wasn't near you??

sO YOU PANICKED BEC OBVIOUSLY DID HE JUST RUN OFF BECAUSE IF HE DID THAT MF WAS IN FOR A RIDE

and you immediately ran around the place only to find him in the river,, waist deep into the water, except– he was half naked??

and boi where you shocked

cause joshua was so damn gorgeous

his perfectly chiseled jawline with that broad chest of his, his adam's apple poking out, his abs, his arms, his wet hair jUST HIM???

FUCKING MALFUNCTIONING

AND YOU WERE SO RED SO YOU JUST RAN BACK TO STOP YOUR HEART FROM RACING AND PRAYED THAT JOSHUA DIDNT SEE YOU BECAUSE JSJXJSISJSKSK HES SO HOT

you were lucky, because he didn't bring it up so you assumed he never noticed you standing there and gawking at him lmao

but all in all, you had fun with joshua he always managed to make you laugh but you could always have those late night talks with him

like when he asked you why you became a knight ,,,,,

“well, as a kid, when the knights would come back from winning the battle and the streets would be lined up with roses and people cheering from them, I knew at that point that, that was who I wanted to be.”

and he was like wow you're so cool omfg

also joshua gets impressed every time you hold your sword

HIS EYES LITERALLY LIGHT UP

he says he wants to learn how to use a sword too because he's a prince but he's really scared

you: josh hold my sword, it's literally not gonna do anything just hoLD IT

josh: wHAT IF IT FALLS ON MY FOOT AND SLICES IT OFF

and you were like I think staying in the tower for too long has lowered your IQ level

but you also told Josh that if he didn't like holding a sword, then he doesn't have to, because you were there to protect him with your life

and you didn't realize but Joshua was looking at you with HEART EYES

soon enough, reached the palace and you were kinda upset that you know joshua had to go and well,,, get married and part of you really wished it wouldn't work out

because you had bonded with him so well you just ,,,,, started liking him and it broke your heart knowing you couldn't have him

besides, he didn't reciprocate anything either so it'd be useless to even imagine

but when you told the king and queen and they met joshua

they were like ??? you didn't get the message??

and you were like what message??

“the princess already found someone she liked and she's getting married in like a month–?”

and you were pissed more than you were happy

not because all this effort was for nothing but the fact that poor joshua,,, he might have been looking forward to this

so you talked to the king and queen and they said that joshua should go back to his country now

you left the room and started crying because you felt as if it was all your fault

“hey, are you okay?” you heard a voice behind you say,,,,, it was joshua

you wiped your tears, “y-yeah I'm good,” you managed to choke out.

and before you could leave, joshua wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you broke down and told him everything

you especially kept on apologizing to him and said that you'd make everything right and even find him a princess if you have too

“its okay if the princess doesn't want to marry me,,,, cause I found my princess right here,” he cooed and you chuckled because he was so cheesy,, typical Joshua

“but still josh, I'll take you back to the tower and all,” you told him

“nope, no need too– I need to go back to my country and look after my people as well, I've done enough damage as it is.”

“right”

“are you going to come with me if I go?” he asked, hoping you'd say yes

“I'm a knight, i can't leave the country....” you answered.

and then Josh was like okay hollup I'll talk to the king and the queen

and boi went into the room where the king and queen were while you waited outside and they called you inside eventually

and the king and queen were like,, “we would like you to resign,,, so you can marry joshua and go rule his country.”

and you were like ??????HOW DID HE SWEET TALK THEM INTO THIS EYE

the king and queen said they'd like to give you an official good bye if you could stay for another two to three days and you and Josh agreed

Josh had to stay in one of the palace rooms

and it was 7am you were going to talk to joshua about something very important and you knocked and opened his room door

anD HE WAS STANDING WITHOUT A SHIRT

“o-oh my god,,,, IM SO SORRY!” you yelled, as you covered your eyes and bowed profusely

and Joshua chuckled, as he walked towards you, removing your hands from your eyes, eventually pining you against the door,,,

“darling– don't like act like this is the first time you've seen me naked,,,,, we both know you've been quite scandalous.”

#seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen oneshot #seventeen hong jisoo #seventeen joshua #joshua #joshua seventeen #hong jisoo imagines #hong jisoo x reader #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong x reader #seventeen fluff