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ijhyo · 1 year

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NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu reactions #beomgyu scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt angst #🖇️ — ijhyo works.

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ghost-bard · 1 year

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Riptide ep 92 spoilers (and general spoilers) liveblogging this on one post

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Gillion should now have about 3 sets of lightning fractal scars bro should be littered w scarring at this point holy fuck

ALPHONSE NO WTF IF HE DIES ILL FUCKING CRY save this metal man jay pls i am begging ik we want to save the kid but also save the funny

Oh she cast levitate on him ok this is fine this is fine

Is gil gonna make the fuckin shark high holy shit

IS HE oh its enlarge not smiting it w it ok

Gil what are you doing you silly silly man

He still doesnt have armor on oh boy his fish jammies are so silly teehee

Theyre gonna have to get a new ship again lmao

PRETZEL IS HIGH SHE GOT HOTBOXED I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER

28 POINTS OF DAMAGE HOLY SHIT how much hp does this woman have omg

Condi remembering the rules of dnd but at what cost

OMG DREY FERIN MY BELOVED AHHHHHH I LOVE HIM ayo youre checking on Finn 🤨

Guys what if the weed is what finn needed to have to wake up-

Chippp broo you good

Is jay gonna be good im so worried for her if she dies im gonna sob and piss and shit OH WAIT SHE CAN LITERALLY FLY JAY oh wait no she cant cuz concentration

Jay is so girlboss i love her teehee

YEAHHHHHH THEYRE OUT Jay solos she is the best character 💪

Oh fuck gillion lightning count is now at 5 lmao

This is so funny lmao

I hope they get a QUEEN YEAHHH MY BELOVED

Gryffon is a panda ball i love him omg did yall know Gryffon and Alphonse are my favorite crewmates i love them so much

GILLION NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO welp bye

Wowo theyre really in it huh lmao

Omg character development gillion using lay on hand on himself zeeweemama

Woah this shark is incredibly nimble anyway Chip has been swallowed

NOT THE CHEEBO TRAUMA LMAO

Bruh gillion is so slippery oh boy

GRYFFON!!!!! Hes so silly i love him teehee

Fishing trip lmao omg he dont think this is real

Bro charlies rolls this session are literal ass lmao

I really hope Dugon shows up

RAGNAROK??? GRYFFON ITS A STORM YOU DUNCE

Anyway praying that Dugon saves them 🙏

Jay uhhhhhhhhhh why arent tou attuned to your necklace ahahaha

IF JAY DIES IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRY GUYS I CANT DO THIS

ALPHOMSE 55 DMG I CANT DO THIS WAIT NOT JAY IS DONW THIS IS BAD YALL THIS IS FUCKIN BAD im gonna cry

Grizzly if you kill jay and alphonse i will actually end you

What CHIP DO NOT DROP OLLIES BOOK WTF ok thank goodness i was so worried for him

BRO HES ACTUALLY DUMB THIS IS SO FUNNY HOLY SHIT

Chip is high af this is so funny omg OH FIRE WOAH

I was so lost in the silliness that is Chip that for a moment i forgot that Jay is unconscious 💀

THE LOVE POTION IS BRO GONNA FALL IN LOVE JESUS CHRIST

NOOOOOKK I CANT DO THIS I CANT DO THIS JAY IS GONNA FUCKIN DIE I CAN FEEL IT

i hope that this stupid fuckin shark sees gil and is enamored with him and fuckin leaves cuz gil asked nicely

This is literally a tpk i cant do this im gonna cry

Finn please wake up and save your grandson PLEASE

I need them to survive

Niklaus exists i just remembered can he like show up and make another shitty deal so the group gets outta this

Wow bro is doing so many smites hes goin sicko mode

I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH JAY IS GOING TO DIE I CAN FEEL IT CAN OLLIE GRAB HER OR SOMETHING wait is ollie dead-

Queen is doin queen shit i love her theyre so cool

CAN QUEEN PLEASE ASK THE SHARK VERY NICELY TO LEAVE THEM ALONE AND LIKE GO AWAY AND STUFF

YESSS CHIP KILL THE BITCH FROM THE INSIDE AND THEN GILLION CAN USE THE REST OF HIS LAY ON HANDS ON JAY AND OLLIE AND ALPHONSE AND THEYLL BE HAPPY

genuinely yall im so scared for ollie and alphonse alphonse is literally a metal man and ollie

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT GRIZZLY DMG IS ON

BRO GRIZZLY IS TRYING TO KILL THEM WTF DUDE

Surely SURELY gil can like save them good lord

Gryffon was needed this whole foght also if Ollie is dead ahahaha i may commit a crime against one Grizzly Grizzlyplays

Im gonna fucking cry i cant do this guys HES OUT OF LAY ON HANDS?!?!???

Pls pls pls im gonna cry guys

If alphonse dies im gonna cry NO ALPHONSE??? IM NOT EVEN JOKING RN IM FUCKING CRYING IS HES DEAD I CANT DO THIS

This is too much for me guys i cant do this pls let finn wake up hes needed like right now

Fuck wheres Earl jesus christ

Gillion is gonna die bringing alphonse back next ep i can feel it

The screech i let out when grizz ended the episode like holy fuck dude

#jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #riptide pirates #jrwi chip #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #jrwi spoilers #jrwi ep 92 #jrwi ep 92 spoilers #jrwi liveblog #jrwi live spoilers

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 2 years

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STOLEN UMBRELLA S2 BLURB || A LIGHT SUPPER

(PLANNED 2020, WRITTEN 2021)

A/n: Happy TUA 3 Eve! Im watching at midnight tonight and I cannot contain my excitement!! I'm so so ready to see these little dickheads again and it's only getting me more hyped to plan for TSU 3! I'm barely into the the third episode, let alone the second season but I figured I'd get one of my blurbs out as celebration (and to keep yall on your toes 😜) Yes! This is a real excerpt from TSU S2 and while it's the earliest of early drafts and details could change, this is what's to come! Hope you enjoy and sorry I'm so awkward about writing pda, it is not my thing in case you couldn't tell 😅

Warnings: the first of first drafts, unedited, pda written by a gay girl with no interest in pda and doesn't know what the hell to write other than parroting shit she's encountered in other media :p

Several pairs of eyes dart around the room, unable to do anything but sit in silence as Klaus shudders in a heap on the floor. You had just been about to slip out of your seat to check on him when Reginald clears his throat.

"Well," he says, slamming his notebook shut and rising from his seat. "I've seen about enough."

That's all he gives any of you before he's already heading for the door.

"No, I-" Luther stutters. But Reginald was still walking away.

Just the sound of his heels clicking against the floor as he walked away from all of you was enough to anger everyone. But it also didn't last long. His footsteps slowed gradually, each swing of his leg growing slower as of he were wading through water confusing everyone. Including himself. With a curious look, one surely tighting his grip on his monocle, he looks down at his own two legs. His movements had stopped altogether, apart from the wobbling of his knees that fought to keep him upright.

"No,"

All eyes turn to you, risen from your seat with your fiery eyes locked on the man. Reginald, despite his rapidly growing mass, manages to turn over his shoulder to meet your eye. He looked... unsure.

Everyone around you watched astonished as you departed from Diego's side to stalk towards Reginald. The closer you got, the closer the man got to the ground along with his things. His notebook had already been sucked towards the floor, making an obnoxious smack nobody cared about.

"You will listen," you said carefully, in a growl that was building from the back of your throat.

His monocle was the next to dive for the for the ground, snapping to the floor like a magnet on a fridge.

"You've lied," you point to the broken mess of a family he had left in his wake. "You've hurt," he had crumbled to knees, looking up at you from where you had placed him. You tower over him, belitting him as he had all of them their entire lives. How he had for all your life, supposedly. You point shakily to your chest in rage. "You've stolen,"

A bitter scoff breaks through as you shake your head, disgusted.

"And you call it bravery," it was getting harder and harder for Reginald to breathe, and his spine began to whine in pain. "You call yourself a hero,"

You draw in a deep breath, a smile splitting over your face.

"You are not," you say. Proudly, you gesture behind you at the academy. "They are. Because they had to be," you take another step forward to the trembling man. "to save themselves," another step. "from you," you jabbed your finger in his shoulder and he lost his balance momentarily.

He fought hard enough not to fall, but for Reginald Hargreeves, it was still considered a victory.

Everything was silent for several moments. Everyone watched as he slowly looked down at his wobbling form on the ground. Finally, as if none of it had happened-or wasn't still happening-he looked up at you. The discontent he managed to plaster on his face dispite the crippling pain weighing him donw made you sick. Even when he was being put in his place he made it his job to remind you who he believed to be superior.

"Well," he says almost sarcastically. "It seems the runt has got some fight after all,"

You took a subtle, seething breath.

"Savor this moment," he casts a glance to the stunned silent academy. "all you of you, as it is very likely none of you will ever hear this from me again," he cocks his head at you, like a condescending adult scolding a child. "I was wrong."

Your heart lifts in the your chest.

"I was wrong in dismissing your abilities," A smirk tugs at your lips. "As I was terribly mistaken in giving you a second chance."

The smirk fell off your face, leaving behind a disgusted frown. "A second chance?"

"Whatever life I gave to you-whatever faith I had in you was clearly ill-placed. Of course you would never amount to anything other than destruction," he glances past your shoulder at everyone, including a seething Diego. His hands were already reaching for one of his knives, waiting at the ready. "that's why you're all here, I suspect? Yet another cosmic blunder made in attempt at fixing your wrong doings,"

No words left your mouth, but hot and agry tears began brimming in your eyes without your permission.

"And there it is," he says with the click of his tongue. "No matter how far you try to run from it, the truth always reveals itself in the end. And the truth i see before me now, is nothing but a frightened child with too much power."

A single tear breaks the though the dam and down your cheek. Your head is trembling as fury consumes you, but you maintain your composure enough to lean down into his face and spit through gritted teeth, "So. Do. I,"

Your hold on Reginald evaporates, releasing him into a wobble. Hiking your chin up, you step around him, making sure to kick his journal out of reach as you storm for the exit.

Diego's eyes had nearly run dry; he had been so engrossed in the moment he had forgotten to blink. He couldn't believe it. Had you just done that? No one stood up to his father, nobody got the last word. Then again, you weren't some nobody.

Diego finally breaks out of his spell when he registers you stepping through the elevator doors. His heart pounding sporadically against his ribcage and holstering the knife with his fathers name on it, Diego kicks into gear and jogs after you.

You pull your eyes away from the glowing lobby button and waited less than patiently for the doors to close. Your head had been buzzing far too much to notice Diego had taken off after you. It was only when he slipped past the closing elevator doors and was snaking his arm around your waist you were snapped out of your angered thoughts.

You only had a second to send him a baffled look before he gently threw you against his chest, your lips smashing together in a passion. You were surprised to say the least you felt yourself melting into his touch, your own hand sliding up his chest and draping over his neck as his other hand snaked your waist.

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