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natailiatulls07 · 3 months

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Can you do part 2 of it’s okay please 🙏

It's okay Pt.2

Arthur Leclerc Charles Leclerc Lorenzo Leclerc Pascale Leclerc & Leclerc!reader

Summary - In order to find her way in life, Y/n Leclerc runs away in the dead of night only leaving a note

Warning - Y/n being very anxious

A/n - You asked so you shall receive lol 😚

People in screenshots above (Not a tag list xx) -

@dreamerrosie @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @alldaysdreamers

Eventually Charles managed to lead Y/n to the passenger seat of the ferrari, if the two were seen together the paparazzi would have a field day.

The car journey was silent but comfortable. Every so often Charles would glance over to his sister, taking in her puffy eyes, sniffly nose and tear lines where they ran through her delicate makeup.

He really did miss Y/n. The days, weeks, months and years after her disappearance, everyone in the family could feel that missing piece. Her.

There was so much he wanted to say. So much to ask her. Charles' mind raced no pun intended. "How are you?" His voice broke that silence, but he couldn't wait. He had waited long enough.

There was small hesitation before Y/n soft voice spoke up. "Y-Yeah good, I um..." She stops, taking in a deep breath before chuckling. Confusing Charles. "I actually came back to Monte C to um...see you guys again, I missed you guys..."

It took him a few seconds for that to sink in before Charles spoke again. "Really?" He laughed, somewhat not believing his little sister.

Smiles captured both of their lips, Y/n nodding laughing along with Charles. "Yeah, I guess my plan sort of worked out..."

"Well you're lucky chérie, everyone is going round Mamans tonight..." Surprise filled her face, her luck this evening was immaculate. "I was at Lorenzos to pick up some bits and then you called"

They pulled up to Pascales house, and a wave of tears wash off Y/n. It was the first time in years since she had been home, the place where she took her first steps.

The white front door and the beige shutters, everything all still there. Y/n thoughts were interupted by the voice of her brother. "Oh I guess we're the last ones here. You ready for this princesse?"

With a nod and a deep breath, Y/n climbed out of the Ferrari. Walking up to the front door; she was messing with her hair, clean down her outfit and wiping away any smugged makeup. This was the first she would see her family after so long, she wanted to make a good impression.

Charles walking slightly ahead of her, chuckling softly at her. "You know they won't care what you look like. I mean you could walk in wearing a trash bag and a birds nest for hair and we'd still be happy to see you..."

It's true. She had been gone for so long that the family would do anything to hug Y/n and talk to her again. Her hands slowly lower from her hair, nodding cautiously.

Side by side they both walk up to the front door. Charles doesn't even knock or ring the doorbell, he just walks in. "Maman? Arthur? Enzo?" He shouts through the house, wondering where they are. The two siblings hear a faint shout from their mother.

"In the kitchen Charlie"

It was like time stood still for Y/n. She hadn't heard her mothers voice in such a long time, and oh how she missed it. Tears clouded over her eyes.

A rough hand slipped into hers, Charles was now leading the almost frozen Y/n to the kitchen. As they walk through the hallway, she notices how alongside photos of Charles, Lorenzo and Arthur are pictures of Y/n. And not just old photos before she ran away, no photos from her career.

One photo she takes notice of is from when she was in Swan Lake as Odette, the Swan princess.

They're just outside the kitchen when Charles turns to Y/n. He smiles gently, looking into her glossy eyes. "Let's do this yeah?" And with that, he walks her into the kitchen.

Pascale looks up from the chopping board expecting to see Charles but stops when she spots Y/n stood next to him with glistening eyes. Arthur turns from the fridge and stops mid sentence. "Charles, did I tell you about-"

Theres a heavy silence in the room, only interupted by Pascale dropping the knife and rushing over to her daughter. The two female collide into a hug, both sobbing.

Lorenzo and Charles connect eyes, both happy that Y/n is back home. "Oh maman, Je suis désolé, tu me manques..." The rest of the family hear Y/n's voice crack, and they all swear they feel their hearts crack slightly.

Y/n feels Pascale shaking her head. "C'est bon, c'est bon bébé" Pulling away from the hug, she cups Y/n's wet cheeks. Eyes taking in the grown womens features. But their silent interaction is cut short by Arthur lightly moving his mother out of the way.

He takes his little sister into his arms and spins her round, laughing loudly and cheerfully. "Oh my god you're back! You're back!" Arthur puts her down after a few spins. "I can't believe you're back!"

Y/n smirks slightly and replies back to him. "Best believe it!" Which earns her a playful slap on the shoulder. Arthur steps back and the now reunited family gather around the kitchen island. "I miss you guys, I actually came back to see you guys again..." Biting her lip slightly, Y/n waits for their response to her comment.

Smiling softly, Charles laughs. "Well I don't know about anyone else but I feel honoured. Y/n Leclerc, pro ballet dancer takes the liberty to visit her family" The kitchen lights up in laughter whilst he moves across the isle and give the young female a side hug.

"Get used to me Cha Cha, I'm on break for the summer"

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Surprise! I am a Leclerc girl oops <3

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aspl1tl1fe · 11 months

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Creating a Festival

When I was setting up for Conquer’s Isla Paradiso vacation, I created a community lot using @aroundthesims‘ Ruins objects. Originally I thought the lot would make a great secret party site. Later on, having still not used the lot (forgot it existed, had to search for it the day of the festival, lol), I shifted it’s purpose as the site for a Spring Break bash, giving my household something special to do when Glamour came to stay. Conquer was also learning to DJ and eventually got the moonlight want, so I figured the festival could serve as his debut.

After playing in live for two years (IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS) I realized there were very few venues where the Central island sims socialized with the Little Sister folks. When it came time to get ready for the festival, I wanted to rectify this to some degree and prepared myself to be very hands on in order to really make the celebration Isla Paradiso wide.

If you’re thinking, this can’t get more complicated, ‘TIME TO MEET MY BRAIN:

My Brain: If Isla Paradiso has a festival every year there has to be a reason for it.

Me (because we’re separate): I mean it’s a tourist hub, so any excuse to get people to spend money.

MB: What attracts spenders more than a cultural festival?

M: Okay.

MB: Something where people can wear skimpy costumes and parade around town merrily. You do have all those cc masks, headdresses and a bunch of costume make up.

M: That’s a good point. I’ve never used half of that stuff, plus I’ve still got a bunch of beachwear downloaded just for this save and that’ll probably never get used otherwise.

MB: Excellent! You’re in?

M: I am!

MB: Why are they parading in the outfits, though?

M: What?

MB: Why? If it’s cultural there has to be a reason. You know, the history.

M: I mean it could have been established so long ago no one remembers why --

MB: But you have to remember... because that will help determine what their costumes look like.

M: Oooooh.

MB: And since you decided to be realistic and divide your island based on skin tone there’s going to at least be two different colored costumes.

M: Makes sen--

MB: Possibly multiple colors for different roles in the same faction...

M: Fa-factions?

MB: ...and two distinct styles of costumes to mark the separate factions. Maybe some costume variations depending on the household...

M: Oh, I --

MB: ...styles based on the colonizer group and the colonized group.

M: Umm --

MB: Because divided people will have divided cultures. Divided cultures mean divided histories...

M: WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THIS!

MB: ...or different versions of the same history.

M: ???

MB: You know? For the event.

MB: The event being celebrated during YOUR festival.

M: What have I done?

MB: What have you done?

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So basically I ran that little sims wikia snippet about Isla Paradiso’s royal descendants through my head overlord and out came a complicated story of the Ichtaca family massacring people to colonize their paradise. This initially took place while I was flicking through clothes in create a sim, and was fleshed out a bit further over time. Eventually, I decided there would be three tales of the final battle that lead to the current Isla Paradiso, and serves as the event the festival is held to honor:

The “official story” i.e. the one taught in the history books that inspires the lighter wealthier population’s celebration.

The “real story,” or the survival tale descendants of the archipelago’s original, darker and poorer, residents, pass down and celebrate.

Then the truth, which none of the sims in the game actually knows at this point.

The costumes worn by the residents were based on their respective myths. Only one group’s costumes got captured during live mode, and only a little of their history will be shared in A Farming Town: Tropical Vacation since this is told mostly through Conquer and he’s an outsider.

Next up, the first festival CAS post.

#TS3 #simsbutnotsims #ts3 thoughts #@aroundthesims #aroundthesims #gif warning #FarmTown #TropicalVacation

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quietlyimplode · 2 years

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kiss the dread

(Sometimes war is not the answer

After all, light needs darkness to glisten against)

travel through the shadows - pt1 // pt 2

chapter one (Ao3/tumblr)

chapter two (warnings for discussion of red room punishments)

Clint smiles.

The last time he heard from her she was telling him not to touch her and offering her name like a curse.

“Natasha Romanov.” He answers.

He imagines her close by and it’s oddly settling.

Clint looks at his bandaged arm, more of a reminder for himself at this point, to stabilize the joint.

“It was you wasn’t it?” He asks, wanting confirmation on what he already suspects.

Silence reigns.

“You got me out of there.” He presses.

He waits for a response.

“Were you coming after me?” She asks, the answer obvious.

He wonders how to tell her that he couldn’t just leave her. Even though he had lied to Coulson and Fury, saying that she had got away.

They’d sent her after him anyway.

He pauses. “I was following leads.”

“You let me go.” Natasha’s voice is accusing, like he hasn’t just spent the last 6 weeks looking for her and being stumped at every turn, even with the agencies backing.

He laughs out loud. “You stole my phone.”

She’s not as jovial. Perhaps it’s the memories of being captured or even having him take care of her. “I had to go.” She clarifies.

Clint huffs. “You made contact. What do you want?”

She’s quick on retort. “What do you want?”

He doesn’t have a response. He wants to know something first.

“Why did you save me?” He asks with some hope she’ll answer.

There’s a moment of silence before she speaks again.

“Why did you save me?”

They’re in a loop of asking questions with questions, and he honestly can’t be bothered with it.

“I told you.” There’s frustration in his tone.

“Tell me again.” She demands.

He pauses, trying to remember what he told her in Belgium.

“You’re not a weapon.” He says slowly.

She laughs, “What does that mean?”

He’s quicker this time. More confident in his answer. “It means you’re your own person.”

She outright laughs, mockingly but doesn’t say anything.

“You’ve been making noise in London.” He says spontaneously. The bodies and blown up places could only be traced to her.

“It was necessary.” She deadpans.

He doesn’t doubt it was.

He fingers the delicate chain, smiles at the arrow; knowing just how much she’s done her homework.

“I’m assuming you left this here for a reason.”

He imagines her nodding, though she’s probably doing nothing the sort.

“To say thank you.” Her voice is quiet.

“Thank you?” He’s confused.

“For saving me.”

Clint shakes his head. Hoping she’s watching him. “You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“I do.”

Natasha heaves a breath.

“Do you know what they would have done to me?”

He’s not sure what she means. He assumes she means the Red Room.

He doesn’t want to admit how little information they actually have on her and outfit she works for.

“Pardon?” He opts for.

She doesn’t disappoint.

“If they’d taken me back. If you hadn’t interfered?”

He’s about to say something indignant about interfering but she continues her train of thought.

“Do you know what they do to you when you fail a mission?”

Clint is quiet.

“They call it re-education.” He feels like she’s far away, that even if he said something, she needs to say it out loud, maybe admit it to herself.

“They use a mouth guard and shove it in your mouth. They place electrodes to your head, and run electric shocks through it. It’s.. Effective.”

He’s not sure what to say. Because he’s seen her tortured. He’s seen her in pain.

And it’s something he never wants to see again; or have her experience it. Her screams of pain, will forever be etched in his memory.

“I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to ever go back.” She clarifies.

“What do you want to do?” He’s slow to ask, and she’s slower to answer.

“Is your offer still valid?”

The question hangs.

Clint knows what she’s asking, but has to clarify. “You want to work for us?”

He paces back and forth waiting for her answers.

“Yes.”

“You want to defect?” He says it as delicate as he can but wants to make sure no wires are crossed.

There’s silence, like she’s trying to bring herself to say the words.

“Yes.” Comes her quiet voice.

“Okay.” He says simply.

“Okay.” She echos.

He can’t promise anything, he’s never done this before, he doesn’t know the protocol or the ins and outs.

“Any conditions?” He tries time think of that one training session on defection but his mind is coming up blank. It’s the only question he can think to ask.

“Dreykov, the head of the Red Room, has to die. If he’s dead, I’ll come with you.” She’s quick on the response.

He nods.

“I’ll be in touch.” His mind is spinning on the consequences of this phone call.

There’s a click and she hangs up, leaving him with a mountain of work to do.

Natasha breathes heavily.

The emotional toll of the phone call, admitting something that she wants, and beginning of something new has left her exhausted.

She was planning to leave. She wants to go to Norway, the caravan beckons but reasons with herself that she can’t travel safely like this.

Her chest hurts every time she takes a deep breath in, psychosomatic or not, the only thing she can think to do is go to bed.

Clint calls Coulson straight away, picking up his phone and looking at the other one she had dropped off.

The necklace glistens in his hand as he gently sets it on the table.

The gesture isn’t lost on him. The kindness and thoughtfulness has further cemented his position to save her, from whatever demons she’s carrying.

He can advocate for her, and be her partner, but he needs to go about this in the right way; present it in the right way to Fury and Coulson.

He’s almost tempted to make ultimatums, if they don’t agree; he’s prepared to walk. If they don’t see the value in her, then perhaps it’s time he walks too.

He likes Shield. But…

He shakes his head as Coulson answers.

“Barton.”

“She made contact.” He says as hello.

“Oh?” There’s shock on Coulson’s voice as he leaves it hanging.

“She wants to defect.”

Clint starts pacing.

“She wants to come work for us.”

The phone crackles and he can hear Coulson moving.

“Clint. Tell us exactly what she said.”

Fury clears his throat.

“Barton, what did she say, exactly.”

Clint feels butterflies in his stomach.

Talking it through with Coulson first is one thing, but now, talking it through with both of them feels like there’s more on the line.

He thinks. Keeps it as factual as possible.

“She left a phone for me. On the balcony.” He rubs his hand over his face. “She said she wanted to defect.”

Fury grumbles. “Why do I feel you're not telling me everything?”

Clint knows he’s going have to give them something.

“I got her out of a situation in Belgium. She trusts me. It was uhhh… not a great situation.”

Fury is quiet, and Clint hates it.

It’s like he’s running through all the scenarios and not coming to a conclusion that he likes.

“You have to come home.” Fury states.

Clint’s first reaction is to refute it. He wants to meet up with her, wants to see her and tell her that they have her back.

He knows it’s not that easy.

Fury isn’t finished.

“We gave you more time after the incident in London. Which I still haven’t received your report on. We gave you an extra week, and leeway on this.”

Anger stirs in his gut.

“What did you think you were leaving me to do? Why do you think I stayed?” he pauses.

“This is what we wanted. This is a good outcome.” He’s pissed at best. Probably not helpful with the director of Shield.

Coulson saves him, as always.

“Clint, this is bigger than you think. It’s not just bringing her in. It’s the repercussions of having a Russian agent, someone from the Red Room, defect. She would be an asset, we aren’t doubting you but we need to set up the papers, and think about the consequences. We can’t just go to war with Russia. We need some bureaucratic oversight. Do you understand?”

Clint rubs his hand through his hair, his jaw clenched.

“Ok.” He concedes.

“You’re booked on the commercial plane for 10pm tonight. We’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

Clint nods, even though they can’t see him and hangs up.

It’s only afterwards, he realises it was probably rude.

Clint enters the Shield offices, chewing gum and hands in fists. He wants to be neutral, be prepared to walk away, but he’s heavily invested.

Coulson greets him with coffee and tells him to calm down.

“It will be fine.” He follows up.

Clint nods as they head to Fury’s office.

Coulson walks by him; tells him that the bureaucrats are working on the extraction and defection paperwork.

“I’m trying to help.” He tells Clint, as they round on the door.

“I know.” Clint mutters. “I know.”

Coulson catches his arm.

“She’s killed many people. Hell, she just left a trail of bodies in London and The Netherlands. What makes you think that there is anything of her that’s worth saving? That’s worth trusting?”

Clint stares him down, “I just do.”

Coulson’s demeanor turns hostile.

“Jesus Clint. Do you know what your asking? What the World Security Council will say?”

Clint matches his ire.

“You don’t think they’ll see the value in having a Russian spy? One that’s got probably so much intel that we can use?”

The door opens and Fury moves his head to look at both of them.

“We should probably be having this conversation on the inside of the door.” He admonishes. Clint ducks his head, the authority of Fury’s voice not lost on him.

Moving to the chairs, Coulson and Fury sit, Clint preferring to stand in the corner with his arms crossed, leaning on the bench.

“What were her conditions?” Fury opens.

Clint stares for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “She wants to take out Dreykov and needs backing to do so.”

Coulson turns his head to look at Clint.

“General Dreykov, head of the KGB, most likely the Red Room and the consult to the Russian President. That General Dreykov?”

Clint shrugs. “I guess?”

When he looks up, it’s the first time that he’s ever seen Fury worried. The emotion is fleeting but there.

“And she wants to kill him?” His low voice rumbles.

“With our help, sir, as part of her defection.”

There’s silence as Coulson and Fury have a non verbal conversation. Clint watches them closely and feels that things might actually turn out the way he wants them too.

Fury stands.

“I have to talk to the WSC about this.” He looks to Clint and points to the door, and then tells Coulson to stay.

As Clint heads for the door, he turns to look at them.

“For the record,” he says, “I think she would be an asset to shield.”

And with that he leaves.

Clint goes straight back to his apartment, thankful it’s above a Chinese food shop, because it means he doesn’t have to think about what he wants to eat.

They smile at him, make a comment about not seeing him in a while and hand over his usual.

He tips them heavily and heads up the stairs, the food heavy in his hand.

Unlocking his door, his phone buzzes with the instructions for his full debrief tomorrow and a message from Coulson that they expect him in at 10am.

He throws his phone on the table and sits on the couch unpacking the food.

He pulls out the phone she gave him and stares at it, almost willing it to ring again.

The necklace is in his pocket. He reaches in a touches it again, to make sure it’s still there. The point of the arrow pokes his finger and he smiles.

Eating slowly, he feels fatigue flow through him. Turning on the TV, he lays down, pulls a blanket over him and closes his eyes.

#bwf2022 #Natasha Romanoff fic #marvel fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #black widow fic #my fic #hawkeye #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #kiss the dread

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novasdarling · 3 years

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Headcanons

The Ask:

Yes I've been neglecting him too much!

TW: Yandere themes like kidnapping mentioned and stalking, sexual acts, unhealthy tendencies.

CHARACTERS AGED UP!

SFW

The moment he laid his eyes on you, he was completely obsessed. First by your looks. Then when he got to know you, it was your personality as well. Amazed at how someone could be so intriguing in all aspects.

Shinsou would be lying if he said he didn't notice how your outfit hugged your body. Watching as the material moved with you. It was hypnotizing.

He stalked you for a bit, though he would prefer it to be titled as “protecting you” cause that was what he was doing. Just watching over you, making sure no big bad villains got to you. He was a professional hero after all. It was his duty, plain and simple. So what if he mainly focuses on one civilian more than others. He’s still doing his hero duties. Still protecting the public, just with a narrower scope.

Shinsou knew everything after a few months, your favourite colour, food, movie. He needed to know it all. Perhaps if he did, it would make getting into a relationship with you easier. He already had a plan for you two to properly meet. You tended to hang around where there were a lot of villains. He wouldn’t be surprised if you got in-between an attack. It was highly likely especially if he used his quirk to get them to go in your direction. He could sweep in and save you.

Once he has you, he’ll be your sweet friend at first. He’s such a good listener. Always being up to message you no matter the time. He always managed to know when you were hungry and too lazy to cook. Inviting you out. His treat of course.

When he finally gets the courage to ask you out. Shinsou will make sure to get a yes out of you. I mean he’s already shown you how good he is to you. It’s not unexpected that you agreed to the date.

Shinsou panics a bit before the date. Worried you wouldn't like him, that you'd fear him even though you two had been talking for a while.

It wouldn’t be long till he offers for you to move in with him. You’d be lucky if he even waits 6 months after you guys start dating. Don’t say no, he might have to do something drastic if you do.

When relaxing at home you’re usually on his lap, either seated facing him or the T.V. Or even laying your head on his thighs. He just needed your contact all the time.

NSFW

Now it will take Shinsou a bit to gain the courage to actually get you anywhere near his bedroom, but make no mistake he would leave lingering touches on your body. His hands are usually on you, especially your thighs, they’re just so fucking soft and nice, how could he resist.

Not a fan of PDA, but once you get to either your place or his. He’s all over you. Kisses are left along your neck and collar bone. Hickies mixing in, the bruises he leaves on you are just so pretty, decorating your skin screaming you belong to him. They help those creeps on the street away, reminding you that you’re his.

When Shinsou finally does get you in the bedroom he tends to always start off slow and easy, almost lazy even. But after a while, when he realizes how much he loves to hear you whine and moan his name. Oh, he just can’t get enough. Needing to hear it all the time. Leading to him focusing on you and making you feel good.

He goes between being a talker and just grunting and moaning in your ear. Depends on how hard his day was. If he still has energy from his shift: “Oh, fuck baby. That’s it. Fuck you feel so good.” “I need you. I need all of you. All I could think about was you today. Driving me fucking crazy.”

Now when his day was a bit tougher, he tends to let his actions do the talking: “Fuck, so tight.” “So good. All mine.” “Yeah, take it, baby. Take it all.”

He will have you tied up in his capture weapon if you're being a bit difficult, even bratty. Just needing to have you, not wanting to deal with the attitude at that moment.

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ukgk · 2 years

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The differences between nise-Haruna and Haruna

Do you know who nise-Haruna is? otherwise known as 『nise-Personaware with "nise-Haruna"』. the "nise" [Japanese for 'fake'], means there is also a 'real' Personaware. Which is called 『Personaware with "Haruna"』(however, there are few nise-Haruna users who call her the original instead).

The summary or TLDR; of the nise-Haruna controversy is that the creator of the original Haruna tried to cancel themere existence of nise-Haruna, claiming that nise-Haruna infringed on Haruna's copyright.

Is nise-Haruna really a copyright infringement? Is it plagiarism? Is it something that was never supposed to exist in the first place? If so, why are there so many people defending it? Let's start by looking at what nise-Haruna is. [Disclaimer, not all these opinions match up perfectly with my own and this is simply a translation of this page posted in 2001 before the actual court cases so some small details will be outdated such as Nini-tan's name pre-lawsuit. This is finely aged internet drama]

Have you ever heard of a desktop mascot?

Even if you don't know what it is, you've probably seen or imagined a software program that has a character on the screen that talks to you, or you might have seen one in a movie, cartoon or anime (even if it is just a picture)

There you have it. A desktop mascot is a piece of software that has a character on the screen that helps the user, talks to the user, and so on. Personaware is not the first to do this, but it has been around for a long time, and anyone can come up with one (not that everyone has the skill or resources can make one).

Both nise-Haruna and Haruna are desktop mascots (Haruna, or rather Personaware, is not just a desktop accessory, as the creator says, but... it's a desktop mascot/"accessory", after all(Oh, it's paid, so it's not free, though).

The big difference is that nise-Haruna is freeware（FREE!）, while Haruna is shareware（cost, 2500円 / roughly 25 USD）,

That's a big difference between the two.

Some people may think "I see, if nise-Haruna is free then why does it matter that she's plagiarizing Haruna?", That's where I have to say you're wrong.

Without further ado, let's examine the differences between （"fake"）nise-Haruna and Haruna.

This doesn't capture her likeness either. This is what happens when the Haruna from the other picture changes her clothes... But this one is indeed similar in the way her hands are folded, but I don't think a pose alone would classify as copyright infringement. Next.

Oh wow, I don't know about this one. with the twin-tailed hair and white clothes, this could be a close resemblance, or it could be that the fake Haruna is cosplaying as Haruna.

There may be many differing opinions on whether this is constitutes as copyright infringement or not (I think not), but no wonder it's called Nise "fake" Haruna.

I mean, it would be weird if there was no resemblance at all, even though it says "fake" in the programs title. Actually, Nini-tan is wearing clothes that resemble the way Haruna used to look when the software was still in it's early stages and was released to the public as freeware （i.e., not the default outfit of the current version）. Why is that you ask...? I'll explain later.

So is that all there is to it?　How does this "fake" nise-Haruna look like Haruna?　Hold up... there must be more to it

Oh!　It's similar. I mean, it's almost exactly the same, with the girl talking in a speech bubble!

Some people might say, "This is plagiarism no matter the price.." ...But wait a minute. A desktop mascot typically has a speechbubble just like that.

Thus, a character that speaks in a speech bubble is a standard feature for a desktop mascot, and it is a weak feature. It is not something that can be copyrighted.

However, what they're talking about... What the mascot does, in other words, is the function of the software.

The schedule, biorhythm checker, etc. seem to be completely covered, and the next page of nise-Haruna's menu even has a timer and alarm clock section. It's plagiarism this time!　...No, the implementation of such functions may not be related to copyright, but it must be plagiarism, right?

...That's what it looks like at a quick glance, isn't it? If that function really exists in nise-Haruna.

...There is no such function in nise-Haruna. Now let's have a look at the schedule item in nise-Haruna.

...Hold on, that isn't the schedule I recorded. It's nise-Haruna's made-up story. Naturally, it changes every time. By the way, the original Haruna really does manage the schedule.

Shall we take a look at her biorhythm checker?

It's a story she made up, after all. Of course, Haruna usually tells you your biorhythm as you'd normally expect. While we're at it, let's check if the timer works as well.

Wha..?, How dare she question the existence of timers.

In short, nise-Haruna doesn't even have the most basic features of Personaware. The features aren't functional. "I don't need a functional desktop mascot!" On the contrary, it's become a protest in defense of ironic humor and satire, that's why people classify it as merely being parody software.

「Well then, what can nise-Haruna actually do?」

The main selling point of both nise-Haruna and Haruna is their ability to fetch real-time information and communicate via the Internet.

They can pick up news from the Internet and tell you about it, update themselves and install add-ons, and link you to various websites.

「and・again・that's・plagiarism！they both have the same features right? :/ nise-haruna is just a lazy skinwalker」

Hmm, in a way, that may be true. Because Haruna was created before nini-tan.... But the difference is that Haruna didn't incorporate the Internet as much as the users were promised（although her creator was very enthusiastic about working towards that.

I felt that the original Haruna's use of the Internet was disappointing and solely used for simply passing on current mainstream news (if you want to check that out, you can just try going outside and touching grass for once). In other words, my take is that it's boring.

On the other hand, nise-Haruna gives us news but it's news tailored for otaku with strong story elements (or rather, stories made only for otaku i.e copypasta, satirical topics such as chiyu-12sai’s site),she also auto-updates to new versions very frequently (at one point a new update almost every day! she had an amazing pace...

when the program upgraded to the『何か。（仮）』[Nanika (igai)] phase, it became possible to set a clock, recommend you websites, check your messages and read (privately run) otaku-kei news websites and be notified of updates on them via "Headline Sensors".

nise-Haruna was by far the more advanced choice when it came to network capability. even though surprisingly, Haruna was the first software to implement the headline sensor. so plz no copy her, Haruna~!

Well, the headline fetching feature has created a larger fandom made up of different otaku-kei news site users uniting through nise-Haruna (she always had a tightknit community, but that crossover made us a lot more visible). nerdy otaku-kei types tend to have a softspot for cute characters like this.

a variety of different sites were actively cooperating with the integration of nise-Haruna. and nise-Haruna brought more attention to the headlines on them. There was a surprisingly peaceful symbiotic relationship between the two.

There's also something called SSTP ...I don't know much about this one, because I'm an amateur, but it seems that nise-Haruna has a function as a relay for SSTP servers. For example, if you have a homepage that supports this function, you can make nise-Haruna talk about updates and say custom greetings.

it's not only websites that are compatible, but some software can also be linked with nise-Haruna, such as the wellknown Iria software, which has its functions explained by nise-Haruna.

In the early days, the only software nise-Haruna was compatible with was Winamp (an Mp3 playing program, nise-Haruna can sing along with it). but thanks to Iria (http/ftp file downloading tool for Windows 95), gradually more and more software became compatible with nise-Haruna, and yet another large community was born through the freeware scene thanks to nise-Haruna.

You may be left wondering, why was it only nise-Haruna that went viral? After all Haruna also had a lot you could do with the network too... I think that, although the charm of nise-Haruna's character design is probably a factor to her rapid popularity, the major factor a diverse range of nerds all find appealing is in the creator's philosophy behind making it. I'll talk about the differences in philosophy another time.

The above is a look at the common features shared by nise-Haruna and Haruna. At a glance they seem to be the same, but in fact they are quite different...?

So, is the popularity of nise-Haruna due to these features?　Or is it because of her cute appearance?

Of course, these are the main reasons. But on their own, they are not so different from Haruna... I guess it's also hard to read gossip and news from the comfort of your desktop only once and then never again.

nise-Haruna has one more key distinguishing feature... and that's stand-up comedy!

nise-Haruna also has a sidekick（companion）that Haruna doesn't have.

For those of you who have been wondering what that lil' blue gremlin that has been casually appearing in the images with nise-Haruna is, his name is Unyuu.

Here's Unyuu doing a comedy routine with nise-Haruna（wait no.. all of their normal conversations are like this）.

nise-Haruna is equipped with a built-in AI. That's where the "nise" in her name comes in, it refers to the nise-AI（Fake/Pseudo-Artificial Intelligence）rather than being her actual name（although I don't know the difference between fake/pseudo-AI and real AI). It's technically more like an unintelligent Artificial Intelligence.

It works a lot like the Playstation game 『Doko Demo Issyo』* in how randomly （apparently not completely random） selected words are incorporated into sentences and a funny conversation ensues (a.k.a. "Dokodoitsu" function). Since it's just the two of them playing off each-other, it becomes a form of stand-up comedy.

*useless translator note: come to think of it, that's the same way dialogue in the game Tomodachi Life works if you want a more modern example

The true charm and appeal of nise-Haruna lies in the fact that the character actually feels alive.

That factor is what makes "fake" Haruna a real Haruna too, even in the face of destruction she stands unparalleled against the original Haruna, not the mention amongst all the other desktop mascot programs and artificially incompetent (or even artificially intelligent) characters that have come out so far. 　That's the reason the users love her so much, and that's why the users were so distraught that nise-Haruna was almost killed.

This is not just your average case of "freeware made by an individual is almost torn down and destroyed by a wealthy company offering a market share".

「nise-Haruna has been killed!」

it was like a tabloid headline to a shocking murder case... well to the minority of niche moe loving otaku who cared.

Whether or not nise-Haruna is legally in violation of copyright is something that can only be determined in a court of law, so I won't examine it strictly here, but I will declare, "If nise-Haruna is considered to be illegal, then something is wrong with the law!" 　...But that's just my personal opinion.

At any rate, I hope that you now understand the difference between nise-Haruna and Haruna...

#web nostalgia #web history #nini-tan #ukgk #ukagaka #infodump #long post #personaware

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Nefarious Shit

Charlie Hunnam: Lockdown Lovin’

A/N: Here’s a fluffy smutty little fic with Charlie being all cuddly and domestic! 🥰 Based on the below request, in which you are Mrs. Hunnam, spending quarantine with him. He’s recording this video for his fans, but your presence in the room is a distraction—and gets him in the mood for some action...

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, stupidly fluffy fluff, you & him behaving like silly little idiots in love Request: Request 1 (@rochyu) + Request 2 (anon)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Note: I definitely recommend watching the actual video for context! (It’s less than 3 minutes.) This fic quotes some of Charlie’s lines from it, plus some gifs! ✨

“Hey.”

It’s a very simple word for anyone to say. One of the simplest. But somehow the way Charlie Hunnam says ‘hey’ turns you on like nobody’s business. As he starts to record, he says it with a playful smirk like it’s some kind of dirty word, and makes it sound so hot it hurts, ‘cause he’s a cheeky little bastard.

The word wasn’t even addressed to your ass in this instance. Your loving husband—yes, your husband, be that as it may, you still pinch yourself damn every day—is recording a short video for his fans. Felt the need to condemn some nefarious hooligans, using his good name in vain, for their personal gain. Ordering them to never do shit like that ever again. And warning his fans not to interact with frauds on social media who falsely represent themselves as him.

Watching him from the other end of the room, you’ve never been happier to be Mrs. Hunnam.

Charlie acknowledges to his audience that he doesn’t do stuff like this very often. “So, I don’t usually, um—make videos like this, but...”

While he records you keep distant and quiet; your marriage is thankfully private. No one else in the world needs to know that a humble civilian girl is the love of his life, and his wife, and his full-time cock-worshiping slut.

Speaking of being such a slut... you’re currently wearing nothing but Jax Teller’s legendary kutte. It’s one of your husband’s most prized possessions, hung in pride of place in his closet—he never lets anyone touch it. It’s sacred, and strictly off-limits. But on certain occasions, he tells you to strip your ass naked... and then put his kutte on so that he can fuck you in it.

So right before this little video, no more than five minutes ago, that’s what he just did. You reminisce about it, while Charlie carries on scolding the scum of the internet. “You know—far be it from me to dictate what anyone is doing, other than: if you’re using my name to do some nefarious shit...”

Meanwhile you figure you should change into a somewhat respectable outfit, smiling to yourself as you think about all the ‘nefarious shit’ you and your husband do. The whole world has no clue...

And you have no clue—though you probably should—that as soon as you take off this kutte, to put some proper shirt and pants on... your bare skin captures Charlie’s attention. And just as any dirty bastard would, now he’s already thinking of the next nefarious thing he’s gonna do to you.

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Charlie mentions on the video that he hasn’t left the house in a long while. As he says it he looks over at you with a chuckle and a thirsty little smile. He tries to keep it subtle, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re half-naked and all he can think about is just how lucky he is you’re his girl. In the meantime he’s saying on record how it’s a weird time for the world, what with social distancing and isolation, and how angry he is that people would be using his good name to manipulate others in the middle of such an insane global situation.

2020 has certainly been a strange year. But you’ve been so blessed to spend every damn minute of lockdown with your loving husband, in this house that you’ve made your home, as Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Hunnam. Home is where the heart is and yours is right here.

Your man signs off, sending his fans all of his love. Well, not quite all of it of course—to be sure, the best and biggest part of his heart is all yours.

So is 100% of his dick. The two of you have been fucking roughly five times a day in the midst of this global pandemic. ‘Roughly’ as in ‘approximately’—though fortunately for you, the other meaning applies too, more often than not. After all your husband is a literal sex god.

By now you’ve put on a pink lacy bra and panties with one of Jax’s SAMCRO T-shirts thrown over your torso. So you’re hardly respectably dressed but much more so, compared to when you were in only his kutte a few moments ago.

You had been considering pants but decided against it given that this men’s tee is plenty to cover up most of your skin. It’s all soft and comfy and smells of him. Wearing his clothes as often as you want is one of the thousands of benefits of being Mrs. Hunnam.

But the biggest benefit is the enormous piece of meat between his legs. Which always treats you to the world’s most epic sex.

“Well, that was distracting as fuck,” your man playfully scolds as he slams his laptop shut. Through his grey sweatpants you can see that he’s already hard as a rock. “Good thing the camera didn’t catch sight of my cock. You cheeky little slut.”

“What? Love, it’s not as if you’ve never seen me with my clothes off...” you scoff, with a provocative bat of your lashes as he slowly crosses the room toward you.

“You think that makes the sight of you any less stunning?” he asks as he takes in the view. Although your top is mostly covered by this tee, your legs are bare to see, and Charlie loves seeing his clothes on his woman. “You know nothing, Mrs. Hunnam.”

He then approaches till he’s close enough to place his hands upon your hips, to hear your heated breathing, taste the next words from your lips: “Enlighten me, then.”

Your husband clicks his tongue at you as if he seriously disapproves. You often jump at any chance for 50 Shades roleplay given the role that he turned down some time ago and Charlie is all too familiar with your moves. “Now, Y/N, I think you just mixed up two very separate pop culture references.”

“Then maybe you should educate me on the differences...” you suggest. Of course you’re well aware that Christian Grey and Jon Snow are two very different men, and Charlie knows that but it’s fun for you to both pretend. “You’re the movie star, after all. What does this so-called ‘enlightenment’ involve?”

He smiles and shakes his head, referring back to the first time that he played Mr. Grey in the bedroom as if you could ever forget. “I’ve already given you a lesson in proper submission.”

“Well, I guess I didn’t listen.”

“I doubt that,” he purrs, suddenly reaching to rip the shirt off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You look prettier without that.”

You hadn’t resisted at all but it’s fun to pretend that you had. Scowling at him as if you’re mad, you then reach up and tap your palm against the top of his head with a patronizing pat. “Well, you looked better with the hat.”

Charlie gasps as if appalled, insulted to the core of his soul. “Hey, that’s not fair...!”

“I told you to do something with your hair,” you remind him of the brief conversation you’d had before he recorded. Acting as if you’re seriously scolding him though you both know you’re not at all. “Or at least to keep that fucking hat on over it. Instead you showed up looking like a chicken with that ridiculous tuft sticking out at the back of your head, and then admitted to the world you need to get your hair sorted.”

There’s a mirror on the wall nearby, and you gesture toward it, so that Charlie can see with his own two eyes. He realizes he really does look like the world’s sexiest chicken. “So what, now looking like a chicken is a sin?”

“Of course it is.”

He flashes you a precious pout, knowing you’ll be desperate to kiss it off his mouth. “But you once told me I could strut around in a potato sack and still look gorgeous.”

It’s all too true yet you refuse to take the bait. Instead decide to make him wait. “I just said that to butter you up so you’d marry me, sucker.”

“Motherfucker—!” Charlie gasps again, as you start running away from him flapping your arms like a chicken.

You laugh back at him. “More like motherclucker!”

The two of you are very adult—perhaps to a fault—when it comes to the hot filthy sex that you have with him. Honestly filthy as hell. But when it comes to foreplay and teasing and everything else... you are literally just a couple of overgrown idiot children.

Charlie chases you all through the halls and downstairs to the kitchen. “Don’t tempt me into punishing you!”

Needless to say you want him to. “Oooh, you mean with that big cock-a-doodle-doo?”

He finally catches you as you run to the living room, your laughter picking up in volume, pinning you down to the sofa as he ruins you with his icy blue stare. “Shut up about the fucking hair.”

His hands are so close to your neck and you just wish that he would put them there and squeeze. “Mmm, but you’re so much fun to tease...”

Instead of choking you, he drops his hands down toward your chest, tracing the lacy fabric of your bra to grab your breasts, tenderly stroking you. “I bet you think this is when I say to get on your fucking knees.”

You moan at the touch of his talented fingers, begging in a breathless whisper. “Fuck, yes please...?”

“No,” he responds, so brutally denying what his woman wants. “For once, that’s not how this is gonna go. Sit up.”

He props you comfortably in position, amidst all the cushions. Ignoring your urge to get down on the floor, in submission, serve him as his cocksucking whore. Play your usual role as the good little slut. “But—”

“Stay up,” he interrupts. “I don’t wanna play rough. Today I’m feeling soft.”

“Well, that’s a lie...” you reply, lowering your eyes, one hand reaching to graze the prize bulging between his thighs.

“Hands off the merchandise. Let me indulge in playing nice.”

“But whyyy?” you protest with a sigh. “I’ve been such a bitch, hoping that I would get punished for it...”

Your man just shakes his gorgeous chicken-haired head. “You mean rewarded. There’s no point in getting punished when you’re gunning for it.”

Well, fuck him for being so fucking correct. “Charlie...”

“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, as you realize that this is how you’re getting punished: he hears your inner cockslut loud and clear but is determined to ignore it. “Just lie back and let me love this body that belongs to me. Admire and adore it.”

And at those words off of his lips, which he seals with a loving kiss... you lose all power and desire to resist. You’re so completely fucking his. As eager as you always are for rough and filthy sex—as much as part of you will always want to beg—you’re equally obsessed with this. Getting lost in his touch, sweet kisses and caresses from the man you love so much, drowning in the pure magic of romantic bliss.

You love each other so much it’s ridiculous. Hilarious. Downright nefarious.

Within seconds both of your clothes are gone, like they were never even on. His every move is slow yet sudden all at once. The warmth of his soft lips and tongue lavishing love across your chest, his mouth latching around your breast, two fingers slipping in the hot flood of your cunt. Thumb playing with your swollen clit, as he keeps passionately sucking on your tits.

Time fucking bends, seconds to minutes, hours even, as your man descends, until his mouth is where his hand had been—when did that even happen?—every inch of his tongue sending you to heaven. Soon enough he seamlessly replaces his mouth with his cock, and by then... fuck, you’re honestly done. So far gone. He never has to ask to know exactly what you want, because he’s everything you want. And need and love.

As mind-blowing as Charlie is at playing rough, he’s just as good at being soft. He’s all about the fluff and stuff. One tender hand sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, the other reaching down to pull you near.

There are so many words he doesn’t have to say for you to hear.

Just how grateful he is, that you are his. To have you here. It’s been a weird and crazy year—so fucking weird—and heavy with the weight of blood and tears, the whole world literally plagued with pain and fear. But the love that you share with your husband, is the one thing that’s always constant, true and clear.

And the love he makes... cradles your heart till it’s so full it aches, fucking breaks, as your whole body quakes and the earth fucking shakes. Knowing that he will spend all his life putting every last piece into its perfect place, and holding it together whatever it takes.

It’s not fair that a man like this even exists. Let alone that you’re so fucking blessed to be his. It’s some serious, downright nefarious shit. Gazing up into his eyes of endless blue, you realize for the thousandth time no girl in all the world is luckier than you.

And of course once this session of soft tender loving is through—then, to make all your deepest and dirtiest dreams cum true... there are at least fifty thousand shades of filthy shit your nefarious husband can do.

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KEIKO 2nd Album “dew” Booklet HQ Scans & Bonus Content - Music Videos

FOR ❗PERSONAL❗ USE ONLY CREDIT me and LINK to my page if you share/use any of these.

Overseas fans can BUY THE ALBUM on

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I know the album is a bit pricey but I think you are getting a lot of bang for your buck. If you have the means, please SUPPORT Keiko by buying a copy! At least, go for the Regular Edition in case you cannot afford the DVD and BD edition. You can also purchase the album tracks in digital format in your local iTunes store, on Ototoy and mora! Last but not least, don’t forget to stream the album on all popular streaming platforms.

Download all scans HERE

Download all MVs HERE You can PURCHASE the MVs in your local iTunes Store!

•————— ♬ —————• Some random thoughts on the MVs •————— ♬ —————•

Not a lot is happening in these MVs but that was to be expected, Avex clearly didn’t want to invest too much money in these productions. It’s a shame but then again, I don’t wanna come off as too greedy or ungrateful. 9 MVs is A LOT and it’s a huge treat to see Keiko in these different locations with all sorts of cool outfits and hairstyles. I am honestly easily pleased and just looking at Keiko’s beautiful face is enough for me. We get ponytail!Keiko , twintails!Keiko, braids!Keiko, bun!Keiko, wavy-hair!Keiko, etc. What more could a fangirl ask for? XD My favourite outfit is the 2nd one in “Burn In The Wind” => tunic x jeans x converse. Coincidentally, my least favourite look is the first outfit from “Burn In The Wind” and whatever Keiko is wearing in the “Revolution MV”...Ughhhh....

Regarding my fave hairstyle, I think it’s a tie between bun!Keiko in “Latté” and braids!Keiko in “Lost”. My favourite MV overall might be “Burn In The Wind” because it’s just so carefree and casual, I love it. Really fits the sound and lyrics of the song.

Aesthetics aside, I think for the most part, they managed quite well to capture the atmosphere of the individual songs. In that regard my faves are probably “Kimi Ga Nemuru Kara”, “Latté”, “Lost” and “Burn In The Wind”.

After watching the full version of “Nobody Knows You” I think it’s actually a bit too “contemporary” urban for me but it still looks pretty cool. Would have loved something more along the lines of a Blade Runner-esque world but of course that would have been way too expensive to pull off. Love the idea behind “Toori Ame” but I feel like they failed at the execution. It’s just too dark for my taste and the play with shadow is all over the place. It annoys me so much that the surface they used for Keiko’s silhouette has that weird line/stitching at the left side. I wonder what the meaning is behind the two Keikos in “Latté”. It all feels so unreal. At one point Keiko mentioned that she wanted a sort of non-human/robotic/artificial vibe for the MV which definitely fits the “future funk” genre. Her alter-ego with the coloured contacts and the direct looks into the camera definitely comes across like an android or something. The lake view and the plane in “Hachigatsu no Sora” are super cool, unique and gorgeous but I am not sure how it all fits together, I would say it’s a little random and doen’t match the lyrics at all. Not a big fan of her outfit or the location in “Genjitsu no Metaphor” but her hair is hella cute and we get a lot of close-ups of her feet in heels so if you have a foot fetish, this is the MV for you XD Speaking of foot-fetish, there is some nice foot/leg action in “Kimi ga Nemuru Kara” as well. But jokes aside, that MV is absolutely amazing, the nightmarish location, the dream-like illumination, Keiko’s almost ethereal look, I LOVE everything about it. What a beautiful location for “Revolution”. Such a shame it’s almost wasted on the song. Reminds me a lot of “far on the water” which was also quite boring but still had a stellar-looking MV. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give Keiko that outfit though? “Lost” is simple but beautiful, the cottage vibes really appeal to me. And yeah, “Burn In The Wind” is hands down my fave because, as I said, it just feels very real. Plus, it’s a little less static than most of the other MVs

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

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Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

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GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

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"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 22 part one

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff) (Previous Post)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Not Quite Like Old Times

We ended the previous episode in daylight, with Lan Wangji putting Wei Wuxian and swordpoint and declaring his undying love lecturing him about his lack of sword skills.

We start this episode in full night, with the two of them sitting on a roof together. Presumably they spent the missing scenes getting dinner in the mess hall, doing some laundry, and definitely not making out. Fic writers, do your thing.

Finally, FINALLY, Lan Wangji has chilled out enough to actually sit and listen to Wei Wuxian, instead of yelling at and/or physically attacking him. The Zoloft is really helping!

Wei Wuxian is indulging in romantic recollections of their first rooftop encounter. Lan Wangji, who has loved him since he first laid eyes on him and who wrote a whole song with an entire music video about their love, featuring that very same rooftop encounter, shuts him down so completely he might as well have whipped out Bichen again.

First he corrects his description of events by pointing out they were fighting, not talking, back then. Then when Wei Wuxian continues in his charming, smiley reminiscing vein, Lan Wangji says "things change, how could they stay the same" with a deep, sad, weariness.

He seems like an old man in this moment, and I feel for him, really, I do. But he's not the one who's carrying the actual essence of death around inside him. Wei Wuxian is being much more generous in this interaction than Lan Wangji is.

Wei Wuxian thanks him for not narkng to Jiang Yanli about the whole talisman/forced suicide/ghost hummer/ghost flaying thing he did back in Yiling. Like there is any way Lan Wangji would ever tell Jiang Yanli, of all people, something like that about Wei Wuxian. He's lying to his own brother to cover for Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian totally doesn't get it.

(more after the cut)

Unfortunately, there's no reason Wei Wuxian SHOULD get it, at this point; Lan Wangji has not communicated anything but disapproval to him since his return, and Wei Wuxian, despite their (apparently temporary) mental linkup in the Turtle cave, is not a mind reader.

Lan Wangji is so hurt here, and Wei Wuxian appears to ignore that, continuing to smile and laugh; he’s still sunny, still happy. Seriously, they are so tonally out of step with each other in this conversation, it's excruciating.

Lan Wangji: I’m feeling good about my tear-holding-back ability Wei Wuxian: do I look more fuckable sitting up? Or leaning back?

But every one of these smiles is an absolute lie. This is Wei Wuxian appeasing an authority figure; baffling with bullshit and skating by on charm. This is not a young man confiding in his soulmate.

Even when the conversation shifts, and they talk seriously about what is going on with him, Wei Wuxian is barely confiding anything. He briefly acknowledges that he was in the Burial Mounds for three months, and shudders at the memory, but Lan Wangji doesn't respond to that other than to look away from his face.

This is almost the last thing Wei Wuxian will ever say to anyone about that experience. He only alludes to it again when Jiang Cheng visits the settlement and talks smack about their corpse turnips. Lan Wangji says he wants to know why Wei Wuxian’s cultivation changed, but he really doesn’t; he just wants to convince him to change it back.

Wei Wuxian explains about using Lan clan techniques to protect his temperament, as well as the flute and talismans, to control the resentful energy. This is a good reminder that Wei Wuxian was never a bad student. He was an outstanding cultivator within the Jiang Clan, and he learned a hell of a lot during his time in Gusu, despite getting expelled for fighting.

His original golden core was stronger than Jiang Cheng's, even though he apparently started cultivating later. Yes, he fell asleep during meditation that one time in Episode 43, but that's not because he's bad at meditating, it's because he was tired from getting railed all night by his boyfriend stabbed in the gut by his nephew.

Lan Wangji eventually manages to ask him a question like an interested fellow human being sharing knowledge, instead of like an authoritarian dick calling him to account.

Side note: I still am flopping around trying to find good-sounding English terms for Chinese philosophical concepts. I kind of like "ghost path" vs "sword path" for the two styles of cultivation - I don't know where I saw that, apologies to the translator. I like "necromancy" for the part where the dead are reanimated and controlled, because we definitely have that in English. But there are many layers of nuance in these conversations that English is not equipped to render in a natural-sounding way.

Lan Wangji tells him, again, that it's dangerous, but this time he does it in a gentler and more poetic way, saying it's like taking grain from a burning fire, and says he's in danger of becoming the novel version of Wei Wuxian a demonic cultivator. Wei Wuxian, also gently and seriously, says he knows.

Then he immediately goes back to his lightest tone and promises, with his three-fingers gesture, that he will not fall into demonic cultivation. This gesture is basically the Wei Wuxian "I am totally fucking lying" salute.

He is totally fucking lying, and he MUST know it. He's baking the Yin tiger amulet every day during his meditation, getting ready to use it against Wen Ruohan, getting ready to take over his army of the dead.

He has the audacity to ask Lan Wangji, "do you believe me?" and Lan Wangji, also totally fucking lying, nods. Their relationship is just as broken right now as it was before their courtyard sparring session.

You can tell it's broken, because after they've reached this apparent place of peace, Wei Wuxian just hops down off the roof and LEAVES Lan Wangji sitting by himself. When has Wei Wuxian ever been like "gotta go!" with Lan Wangji? The last time they were here, he spent the night sleeping on the roof tiles just so he could be near him.

As he leaves, Lan Wanji stands up and says "let me help you." Wei Wuxian is not a fan of that idea, at all, if his expression is any guide.

He agrees, though, and leaves smiling, apparently for real, but maybe just practicing for all the fake smiles in his future.

Hooray for War

In the morning, Nie Mingjue makes an angry speech to the 2 dozen cultivators who apparently make up the army. Extras are expensive, y'all.

The senior cultivators are standing to the right or left of him, with the Lan brothers bracketing the Yunmeng sibs. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng are both staking their claim to Wei Wuxian, while Lan Xichen is standing in the spot closest to Nie Mingjue; Nie Huaisang is on the opposite side with the Jins.

All of the random cultivators yell a war chant in response to Nie Mingjue's speech, while the senior cultivators are like, we don't have to do that yelling stuff, thank goodness.

Nie Mingjue's war outfit includes metal (ish) epaulets on his shoulders and a totally not-kinky belt featuring multiple rings with nothing attached to them (yet) and an angry demon face right above his junk.

Nie Mingjue says we're going to storm into Nightless city and I'm going to chop off Wen Ruohan's head! By which he means, I'm going to get captured and get my ass beat, and then my murder-babie ex-boyfriend who had this belt specially made for me is going to stab Wen Ruohan in the back while he's distracted. They do say no plan survives contact with the enemy.

Side note: Baxia makes a loud metallic "shnk" noise when NMJ takes it off his back during this speech, even though Baxia does not have a scabbard. You do you, Baxia.

All the senior cultivators file out down the center while everyone else parts to let them pass. Then everybody does the Electric Slide.

Jiang Cheng tells Wei Wuxian they should go ahead of the main force to get some killing in early, but Wei Wuxian just pulls a face and looks down, staying with Lan Wangji.

Jiang Cheng is disappointed, and no doubt takes this as a sign of WWX choosing LWJ over him. But actually, WWX can't fight side-by-side with Jiang Cheng without showing his weakness.

LWJ and WWX exchange one of their unspoken "let's go" eye touches and get ready to ride out together with the main force.

Lan Wangji is still super, super sad. Wei Wuxian is still fake. But something is starting to knit together between them, and once they can hit a battlefield together, it will get a lot stronger.

On A Horse With No Name

Everyone rides out on horses, which will presumably get eaten somewhere along the way, because they appear to travel on foot after this. While Wei Wuxian practices his horseback-flute-twirling, Lan Wangji asks why Wei Wuxian didn't go with the forward force to fight.

Wei Wuxian says that he has a case of the don'wannas, and Lan Wangji snarkily points out that he used to like fighting. Wei Wuxian reacts, just as he did at the end of their sword fight, with embarrassment, and doesn't answer.

Lan Wangji, sweetie. You are really not helping.

At this point, despite their ongoing fighting, Wangxian are clearly together again. Lan Wangji isn't riding with his brother; he's RIGHT next to Wei Wuxian, and will stay close to him through the rest of the campaign.

Nie Huaisang hollers "Wei-Xiong" from the top of the battlements and tells him to take care. Wei-Xiong lifts his flute in acknowledgement while Nie Huaisang looks worried. He doesn't tell Nie Mingjue or Lan Wangji to take care, just Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian is his particular friend, more than Lan Wangji is, but he may also be concerned because he can tell that Wei Wuxian isn't well.

Nie Huaisang hasn't yet developed the deep cynicism that he calls upon in his quest to avenge his brother, but he has always been a voracious collector of information, and he is keenly observant.

Side note: what the fuck is going on with this sculpture? Kudos to the artist. This has beautiful forms, and is weird and disturbing. The main head is wearing a horned skull on its forehead, small ungulates that I hesitate to call “deer” chilling on its horns, and...snakes? biting its ears?

Boring Wen Interlude

Wen Ruohan is waving his hands around. Sigh. This is one of the more boring villain performances ever, and it's not the actor’s fault. They could have given him a sidekick to yell at or something, so we could get more than just hand waving. I’ve given up screen capping any of this; there are more interesting things to look at.

Battle Moves

Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng and their forces have an extended fight scene with a bunch of puppet dudes and stuntmen in harnesses.

It's pretty fun to watch. (Fanvid with more over here)

The gist of the fighting scenes is that Wen Ruohan is getting stronger, and Klingons are hard to beat.

Battle Planning

Finally we see a sidekick with Wen Ruohan, although he's blurry so it's hard to tell that he is totally Meng Yao.

The Sunshotters have set up a Battle Camp Playset. It's got chunks of gates and walls that don't connect to anything, like a Duplo set. It's just randomly open for most of the back area so that anyone can walk in.

They've got a cage of hilarious definitely-not-zombies set up, and the rest of the wounded cultivators are lying on the ground.

The main battle trio go chill in Nie Mingjue's incredibly fancy tent. They talk it over and say it's impossible to kill unkillable enemies, "even when we have millions of troops." And by “millions” they mean “dozens.”

Nie Mingjue decides the way to handle it is to kill the leader and everyone else will collapse, because he has watched vampire movies and the last season of Game of Thrones and that's how it works. Watching the last season of Game of Thrones is why he is so angry all the time He says he's going to sneak into Nightless City and assassinate Wen Ruohan.

Okay, first of all, Nie Mingjue can sneak? I don't believe it. Second of all, if that was possible, why didn't he do it as soon as Wen Ruohan attacked his clan?

Nie Mingjue wants to take the biggest risk because he's the commander in chief, which is not how commanding is supposed to work, but okay.

He says if he dies, Zewu Jun will take over. Jiang Cheng starts to protest but Zewu Jun appears as if conjured, and shows them a map that will...dear GOD his hands are beautiful.

It's a helpful map, painted in multiple colors with careful writing on it, so if anyone were to show it to Nie Huaisang he would probably go "oh cool Meng Yao painted that" because anyone who could paint that well probably spent a fair amount of time at it on a regular basis. But, Nie Huaisang isn't here so, nope.

It’s always nice to see Jiang Cheng smile.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Waniji examine some of the puppets to see what's up. It's transmitted by touch, and Lan Wangji says that curing one dude takes three months of spiritual power. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Writing Prompt: Missing scene! How did they get from the fight in the courtyard to the talk on the roof?

Soundtrack: 1. Shine on You Crazy Diamond, by Pink Floyd 2. Electric Boogie, by Marcia Griffiths

#the untamed #the untamed gifs #wangxian #the untamed meta #canary3d-original #my gifs #wordcount 2379 #restless rewatch the untamed

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 7

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.2K

warnings: explicit language, mentions of cigarettes

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You would have been lying to yourself if you tried to deny the fact that for the rest of the night and into the early morning you had the biggest grin on your face, thinking about going to Aaron's lecture the next day.

Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

The professor Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

Your boss, Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he called out your name the night prior as you were about to pull away from his house. You figured maybe he was going to tell you something with Jack, maybe tell you that he was changing your pay day, or say something else that came into his head about the book. You most definitely weren't expecting him to invite you to his lecture and for the thought of attending to keep you up in anticipation for the majority of the night.

As you got ready for Aaron to come pick you up, your stomach was doing somersaults in anticipation. You wished that Esmé was around to calm your nerves but since she was doing an overnight at the ER again, you probably wouldn't see her until the next day when she was all rested up.

After going through what felt like a million different outfits, you settled on wearing a tan blazer with a white undershirt and a pair of black slacks. You figured since you were going to the university with Aaron that you had to have some degree of a professional looking outfit on.

You sat on the edge of your bed, putting on a pair of heels when you heard your phone vibrate on your nightstand. You grabbed it quickly and felt your nerves going haywire when you realized that all of this was actually happening. That Aaron did actually invite you to watch his lecture and offer to drive you.

You glanced at the message that you received from him and the smile that refused to leave your face only grew a bit wider at his words.

Aaron Hotchner

-Good morning, Y/N. Should be over to your place in about 10 minutes.

With nimble fingers, you responded back to him, letting him know that you would be all set to go when he got there.

You no sooner finished getting ready, doing your hair and putting on a little bit of makeup, when you heard the familiar sound of his car alarm go off.

The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you started to gather your things. You took a quick glance around your apartment to make sure you weren't missing anything when firm knocks sounded on your door.

Here we go, you thought as you unlocked the door to reveal Aaron waiting patiently for you.

He was wearing a black button up and pants to match, your eyes quickly glancing to where he had the top button of the shirt undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his slightly toned arms. You were almost positive the man couldn't have gotten anymore attractive to you but yet here he was in the entrance of your apartment, proving you wrong.

A small smile fell across his lips as he, too, was taking a moment to look at you. He didn't know how each time he saw you, you looked effortlessly stunning.

"Morning," he said, breaking the bit of silence that was between the two of you.

"How are you?" you asked as you stepped outside your apartment, turning around to lock up.

"I'm doing alright." He stood behind you as you locked the door, his presence and close proximity sending a shiver down your body. When you turned back in his direction, his eyes were already searching for yours. "Ready to go?"

You nodded your head and followed behind him as he led you to his car. He opened the passenger door for you and gestured for you to get in. You said a quiet thank you, adjusting yourself in the seat as he shut the door and went around the front of the car to the drivers side.

His car had the faintest smell of the lingering cigarettes that was overpowered by his cologne when he got into it. He settled in his seat, turning the radio on low. He turned his head towards you and glanced at his watch. "I have some time to kill before I have to be in my first class. Do you want to go grab a cup of coffee?"

"That would be great. I could definitely use some," you said with a smile. He nodded his head and started the car.

He turned his head to back out of the parking spot, placing one of his hands on the back of your seat to get some leverage. You couldn't help but watch him, completely entranced with the way that his arm was a bit flexed from the grip of your seat, the veins in his arms becoming more prominent.

"I know a good place on the way to my job. I think you'll like it," he told you, pulling you out of your daze.

You could only muster a small sounds good as he began to drive to the coffee shop, still thinking about the way he gripped onto your seat.

It definitely should not have turned you on as much as it did but there you were at nearly 8 in morning, already mesmerized by Aaron Hotchner.

As Aaron drove, the gentle hum of the radio filled the air.

"So what's your lecture on today?" you asked, trying to see whether or not you knew what Aaron was going to be discussing for the day.

"I was going to talk about Pandora's Box, but I think I'm leaning towards talking about Zeus and some of the myths that involve him since there's so many," he explained as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop.

"Do you have a favorite myth to teach?" You saw a contemplating look on his face as he thought about as he exited the car. You got out too, waiting for his response, as the two of you walked side by side towards the entrance of the shop.

"I do like teaching about the Minotaur and the Labyrinth," he said as he held the door open for you. "But I don't know if that one is my favorite, you know?"

A woman behind the counter greeted the two of you as you stepped forward to offer. "What can I get for you folks today?" she asked.

"I'll take a black coffee, large," Aaron said.

The woman turned her attention towards you and waited for your order. You ordered your usual coffee blend and went to grab your wallet from your purse.

Aaron's hand stopped yours, pushing down the wallet back into your purse. "I got it." He handed the woman the money for the two coffees before you could even protest.

"Thank you but you didn't have to do that," you said as you stood in the area to wait for your drinks.

Aaron stood next to you, your arms brushing together. "I know. I wanted to," he said with a smirk as he looked down at you.

You could have melted from the way he looked at you. Like you were the only person in the room. The only person that he cared about at that moment.

The woman called out Aaron's name and he grabbed the drinks, passing you yours. He took a sip of his coffee as he walked back towards the entrance, opening the door for you yet again as you followed suit.

"So what do you think? Good coffee or what?" Aaron asked as you got back into his car.

It was a pretty damn good cup of coffee. You took a sip and nodded as he started to drive towards the university. "Mhm. Hopefully it'll wake me up a bit," you laughed.

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"Alright everybody. I hope you all have been keeping up with the readings because as you know, you have your next exam this Friday," Aaron said as he walked in front of the room of students.

You were sitting in the middle of the auditorium, off center from where Aaron was teaching.

Seeing Aaron teach was such a sight to behold, you weren't sure how you would be able to keep your composure. Watching him, completely capturing the attention of the students, the way he talked and presented himself practically screamed dominance in the given situation and the way he was so thorough, lived up to your hopes as to what you thought Aaron was like as a professor.

"So today, I figured we could introduce one of the major players in Greek Mythology," Aaron continued. He grabbed the Expo marker, scribbling down the word Zeus on the whiteboard. He closed the marker and turned his attention back to his students.

You watched as he crossed his arms across his chest, pacing slowly in front of the room. "We've already discussed how Hades is Zeus' brother. But going further into who he is, does anyone have any prior knowledge about him?" Aaron's eyes scanned the crowd, landing on yours for a few seconds, a brief smile showing on his face as he looked at you.

As much as he was trying to keep his head straight and proceed with the lesson, he found that hard to do with you sitting in the crowd. He couldn't help but look over in your direction, watching your face light up with excitement as he spoke. He tried not to look too long because he knew that he would have gotten stuck in a daze and completely lost his train of thought during the lecture.

A small part of him felt nervous to have you there. It wasn't because of the clear knowledge you had of the subject matter, but because of the idea that he didn't want to mess anything up. He was silently praying that the lecture went off without a hitch and that when he finally spoke to you about it afterwards that you actually enjoyed your time there and he didn't bore you half to death.

"He's, like, the god of the sky or something like that," a student answered his question. Aaron nodded and turned to the whiteboard again, writing down what the student said.

"Very good, Mr. McMillan. Glad to see we're actually paying attention to the content today," he said with a small smile as he leaned against the podium next to the board. He clasped his hands together on top of the podium as he was waiting for someone else to chime in with their thoughts.

"Zeus is a man-whore," a student from the back of the auditorium called out confidently.

Aaron laughed lightly, his eyes wide at the response of his student. "I mean, I guess that is one way to put it," he agreed. "It is true. Zeus did in fact have many lovers and many children. Even though he was married to Hera, he had many affairs. That's actually what we're going to talk about today. Or at least one of his many known affairs."

You sat in your seat, almost in awe at the passion you saw radiating from Aaron as he spoke. The way he talked about the subject matter, clearly emphasizing what was important, and even taking the time to make sure his students were able to take thorough notes.

But the pesky little thing you had for Aaron was acting up, causing you to focus on different details rather than the lecture.

You focused in on the way the black button up was snug against his torso, making you wonder what he was hiding underneath it. As he continued to speak, your eyes became fixated on his arms as they flexed when he gestured with them through his speaking. Even as he was writing things down on the whiteboard, you focused on his grip of the marker, like he was holding onto it as a lifeline.

He, in fact, was gripping the marker with a firm grasp because of his nerves. He wasn't sure if he was just in his head because of the added pressure, but he was almost positive that almost every time he looked at you, you were focusing on some part of him as he taught. He was hoping that he wasn't imagining it. He was hoping that if you were looking at him like the way he thought, that you were going through the same conflict that he was.

That you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

"The first tale of Zeus we'll discuss is of Zeus and Io. Io was a mortal woman, the princess of Argos. Zeus fell in love with her and covered the Earth with clouds as a way to try to hide his relationship from Hera," Aaron explained. He propped himself up on the edge of his desk, giving the students a moment to catch up on their notes.

"Of course, Hera was a smart woman. Not to mention a jealous woman. She knew what Zeus was up to. So she came down from Mount Olympus to try to catch Zeus cheating. However, Zeus was deceptive. Anyone have any ideas as to what he may have done?" He glanced around the room again, as did you, trying to see if anyone had some sort of guess.

"Ms. Y/L/N. You're pretty well-versed in mythology aren't you? Care to tell the class what happened?" Aaron said, a smirk growing across his face as he looked at you. He peered over the heads of his students from where he was sitting atop of his desk to maintain his gaze.

You thought you were hearing things when he called out your last name. But when you saw he was looking at you, you realized quickly that he actually was testing you.

Almost like how you did with him when the two of you discussed the book only the night prior.

You sat up straighter in your seat, feeling everyone's eyes landing on you as they awaited your answer.

"Well, Professor Hotchner," you started, hoping that the way you said his name would have an effect on him, the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly with charm. You saw Aaron's mouth drop open a quick second as if he were stunned at the way you addressed him, but he cleared his throat, staring at you with furrowed brows as you began to answer. "Zeus turned Io into a white heifer. It was his way of disguising Io so that Hera wouldn't see her. And when Hera wanted the cow as a gift, Zeus had to give it to her so she wouldn't be suspicious."

Aaron nodded his head in approval, yet again impressed by you. He was becoming more and more enamored with you each and every moment that you spent together, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his feelings to himself. How much longer he could go without your touch, without being able to tell you how he loved your smile, without holding you in his arms at night to be the first thing that he wakes up to.

He was growing tired of listening to the words of the angel on his shoulder.

He was going to tell you all of these things and word them better. But for now, the words that he was able to compose in his head would have to do as he continued on with the lecture.

"Very good. Excellent, Ms. Y/L/N. Zeus knew that he couldn't resist Io. He had to have her. He would do anything in his power to be able to be with her." Aaron hopped off his desk and started to pace around the room again. He stopped in front of the section that you were sitting in, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at you. He sent you a small smile and you saw the way that his face softened for a second as he continued to look at you.

"He was completely and utterly infatuated with her," he said, his voice quiet as he continued to look at you. "And he knew it was wrong but he didn't care. For Chrissakes," he said as he threw his hands up in the air as he turned away from you, "The worst part of it all, in my opinion, was that he didn't care what others thought." He chuckled lightly as he walked, shaking his head in disbelief.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you watched him.

He stood behind his desk and leaned on it, looking down at the scattered papers in front of him. "He didn't care what happened as long as he got to be with Io." He lifted his head and without hesitation, he looked at you again.

You couldn't help but feel the words he was saying ripple through your entire body.

And then all too quickly, the emotions that you tried to push deep down whenever you were with Aaron began to make an appearance.

The excitement and attraction that you felt from Aaron's general presence, now swarming through your entire body as you realized that maybe he felt the same way. You took his words as a silent plea of him admitting his feelings.

But of course, you didn't want to take anything for granted. As you shifted in your seat, you were determined to figure out what the hell just happened and why it felt as though the stars were finally aligned and you could get what you wanted.

And you wanted Aaron Hotchner more than you wanted any man before.

Aaron was never one to completely ignore common sense and succumb to his desires. But in that moment, he dove head first into the situation, hoping that you picked up on his intentions through the subliminal message of the lecture.

He cleared his throat, regaining whatever capacity of a clear head that he had left to wrap up his lecture. "Hera arranged for Argus, the giant, to watch over Io to prevent Zeus from seeing her. Of course, that wouldn't sit well with the god of the sky so he instructed Hermes to go retrieve his beloved from the giant. Hermes was successful in setting Io free but the story goes that Hera sent the mother of all gadflies after her to continuously sting her." Aaron clapped his hands together loudly, grabbing the attention of the few students that seemed to be a bit distracted.

"That's all I have for you guys today. Remember, my office hours are canceled for the day. I'll see you all next class."

The room quickly emptied itself of its students, leaving you and Aaron in the auditorium. You gathered your things, still trying to process and decode whatever it was that just happened in the lecture.

Aaron gathered his papers together in his satchel and glanced up at you as you walked down to his desk. "So, what did you think?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face.

You so desperately wished to ask him if what he said about the myth was about him. If he really felt that way about you. But for the time being, you held your tongue and decided to ask him when you got in the car when you had some proper time to think about what it was that you wanted to say exactly.

"It was really great. I enjoyed it. Well, except the part where you called me out of the crowd," you teased, nudging him in the arm softly as the two of you started to walk back out of the building to his car.

"I think it was only fair. You gave me a test so I figured one question in return makes us about even," he said cockily.

You scoffed as you walked, kicking a pebble at your feet. You watched the pebble bounce on the sidewalk, landing a few feet in front of Aaron's stride. "I gave you time to study," you retorted.

"Mine was a pop quiz then," he laughed. He looked down at the sidewalk, kicking the pebble back in your direction. You felt yourself smile at the gesture, especially since it was a bit of a habit that you picked up from the time that you spent with Jack.

The two of you settled into the car, the buildup of the obvious tension from the day lingering in the air.

You turned to look at Aaron to find him already looking at you.

"Look, Y/N-"

"Look, Aaron-"

The two of you said the words at the same time, a small laugh coming from both of you. Aaron waved his hands towards you as his way of telling you to go first.

"You can go first," you told him with a light laugh. You figured it would give you more time to think of what you wanted to say to him anyway.

"Alright." He exhaled deeply and shifted in the driver's seat to fully look at you. "Y/N, I just wanted to say thank you for coming today. It meant a lot to me that you did." You nodded, a small smile curling up at the edge of your lips. Aaron's eyes darted down to your lips before they returned to yours as he continued to talk. "I also just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate everything that you have done for Jack and I."

He reached his hand forward, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt like you were in a haze. His touch was driving you insane. But when he rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb as his eyes were full of admiration for you, only then did your skin feel like it was being ignited by his touch.

You thought you were imagining things. You thought you were going crazy as the gap between you and Aaron closed, as he brought his head closer to yours while moving your head forward at the same time.

"Y/N, you're something else," he whispered, his face only inches away from yours. "And you deserve the world."

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you felt the inches growing less and less between the two of you. You placed your hand on top of his, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Y/N," he muttered, as his nose brushed against yours while he tilted his head to get to your lips.

You heard your heart pounding in your ears. You couldn't believe that it was happening. This only showed you that he did indeed feel the same way. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Everything was moving in slow motion. You felt as though your lips would never find his.

Only mere inches apart.

Inches.

An inch.

Aaron's phone blared in his pocket, taking over the moment. He let out an aggravated sigh as he pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, his eyes shut in disappointment. "Fuck," he muttered, almost so quietly you weren't positive if that was what he said. He removed his hand from your cheek, sitting back up in his seat as his hands dug in his pocket for his phone. He read the caller ID and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's Jack's school," he said as he held the phone up to his ear. "Aaron Hotchner."

Your brain felt like mush. You almost kissed Aaron and he was the one to initiate it all. You could still feel his hand on your cheek and the adrenaline running through your body as the gap slowly closed between the two of you. You sat back in your seat, pressing your head against the headrest as you only heard incoherent mumbles from Aaron as he spoke on the phone.

You stared blankly out the window, trying to wrap your mind around what the fuck just happened.

Aaron's hand resting on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance as he looked at you with concern. "Y/N? Did you hear what I said? I have to go get Jack from school early. He got sick."

You couldn't speak. Couldn't think. You only managed to nod your head at him. He took his hand off your shoulder, putting the car in drive. "I'll drop you off at home. Don't worry about coming over today. I'll just cancel the rest of my lectures for the day to be with him."

You nodded again as you watched the buildings of the campus speed by your vision as he drove.

You had to talk to him about everything from that day.

From his words at the lecture to the way that he almost fucking kissed you, you weren't even sure where to begin.

All you knew for certain was that you would be thinking about where that kiss would have led you if you weren't interrupted.

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author's note:

hello hello! another chapter for you all! and i'm not even sorry for how i ended it lol

i hope you're all prepared for the next few...the next one will make things a little...twisted??

see you soon!

-jordyn

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #cm #bau #hotch #hotch x you #hotch x y/n

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zeroone-eleven · 3 years

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If only you were here; Hwang Yeji (ITZY)

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Summary: Yeji was the leader, she couldn't afford to be seen being anything less than perfect for the role. No crying, being sad, or feeling any kind of negativity. But she's only human, and being human means letting your emotions run through you.

Requested? ☒

"Miles away from seeing you."

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She was exhausted. Today's schedule was nothing but hectic, from interviews to filming for music videos. All Yeji had wanted to do was be with her girlfriend, to have her take away the stress, to run her fingers through her hair, to hold her like doing so was the only thing keeping her together. But with Y/N visiting her hometown? The best she could do was a facetime.

She loved her job, her members, and their MIDZYs. She really does. But sometimes the high life takes more from you than it gives. Lately her girls have been facing prejudiced hate from a bunch of ruthless people online. Lia was being branded as "Lazy" and it made the leader's blood boil, among all five of them Lia was the one who spends the most time in the practice room, especially when she has trouble with some of the choreography. She remembers a memory of theirs that included Lia almost passing out of exhaustion in the practice room, Yeji herself wasn't enough to pull the pale and sluggish girl out of there. If Yuna's maturity and hidden stern-ness hadn't reared their heads then she has no doubt that Lia would've ended up in a hospital bed.

Chaeryeong is under fire for "Being Ugly" and all Yeji could do was scoff at the stupidity of the false accusation. Despite Yeji being Y/N's girlfriend, Chaeryeong was the latter's bias. This information had her shocked, Chaeryeong smug, and worst of all: It gave Ryujin a field day. Which resulted in getting the other three members in on teasing her. "Anyone who catches Y/N's eye is fucking beautiful" she mutters to herself. Not to toot her own horn but Y/N has an eye not only for gorgeous looking people, most times those she ends up liking are great people with great personalities. Your ex, Ahn Hyejin of Mamamoo is a damn great example of that.

Another one of her members under fire is Yuna, the baby of their new little family. Knets had a field day when it was found out that the Maknae wasn't originally planned to become a part of ITZY. Jumping on the chance to poke at the youngest's insecurity, thry took to saying that she wasn't good enough to be with them, much less have debuted at all. That's bullshit, and she won't leave room for argument. Yuna is the glue that holds them together, the friend that they can't imagine not having even when they've been a group for less than a year. She stands up to Yeji without being disrespectful when the leader is being too strict or controlling. She pulls Lia out of her workaholic state whenever it starts to become detrimental instead of beneficial. She is the one carrying Ryujin's ass whenever the latter thinks her dad jokes are funny. She's the one to calm Chaeryeong down backstage whenever the latter is feeling nervous, anxious or on the verge of a breakdown.

Ryujin's a reliable friend through and through, but if the fate of the world was decided by the rapper's ability to tell a funny joke? Yeji bets that they all would've died ages ago, she's better at joking around with actions than she is with words. Which leads to some people labeling some of Ryujin's actions as "Bullying". Yeji admits to herself that, yes. To the untrained eye it does seem as if Ryujin's the type, she has the face of a villain when she wants to look intimidating after all. But the rapper is also the softest person she has ever known in her life, testified by the one time they had a pillow fight in the dorm. In the heat of the moment, Ryujin's slipper got thrown and it knocked a Lizard dead off their wall. The pillow fight abruptly ended with four members trying to make her feel less guilty over the critter's untimely death.

Lia interjected that had the moment been captured on camera, some MIDZYs would be making a meme of how they'd like to be that "Lucky" lizard. Ryujin cried harder, because the lizard was not at all "Lucky" in her opinion.

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Yeji was so lost in her own thoughts and so fatigued that she didn't even realize that she had finished changing from her performance outfit to the clothes she wore before clocking in for work. It was only when she had closed the door to her dorm room did she realize how tired she actually was. She was thankful she had been given her own room instead of bunking with someone else again, she's not too sure she could make it up in a bunk bed if she was still roommates with someone.

She crashes onto the bed and pulls out her phone. Most days she would get some shut eye and just facetime her girlfriend in the morning, but at the moment she thinks she'll end up in a mental ward if she goes another second without hearing her Y/N speak. So despite the fact that she can't feel her legs anymore and that her eyelids are growing heavier by the second, she calls.

Ring

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Ring

You're pulled from the coziest and most comfortable sleep you've fallen into for the night by a constant ringing. You rub your eyes and turn towards your nightstand where your phone is located. "Who in their right fucking mind would be calling at this hour?" You grab your phone and the caller photo snaps you out of your mood before you even see the caller's name.

You hurriedly turn on your lamp on the nightstand and then proceeded to hit answer. "YEJ- whoa, not that I'm unhappy to see you but you look like you should be asleep instead. You look tired as hell Yej. Did you eat yet? How about water? Please stay away from dehydration and be sure to drink regularly." Yeji smiles at you, with her eyes drooping every now and then. "Yeah, I should be asleep but I just missed you so much I couldn't sleep without seeing you first."

You sit up and lean against the head board instead of laying down, your worry increasing tenfold. "What's wrong?" Yeji knows how to prioritize her health first and she never calls you half asleep because she had always claimed that you deserved nothing less than her full attention. She never calls you half asleep unless she's alarmingly close to losing her composure. Her eyes widen as soon as the question leaves your mouth, and a sniffle makes its way through the line. She burried her face in her arm and struggles with wanting to tell you and wanting to fake being strong with you.

You sense the dilemma within your girl and you refuse to let her carry this alone. "Hey, I'd never force you to spill. But I am always gonna be here to listen to your troubles. I already know how strong you are, you've got nothing more to prove. Let it out and I'll be here to support you." Yeji's resolve crumbles and she cries as she tells you everything that's been weighing her down today. She cries because of the unfairness of it all, she cries about how she can't protect her girls, she cries about how she wants nothing more than to wrap them up in a hug and not let go until they're all better but the girls just like their leader want to seem strong and untouchable for each other.

Yeji cries about how she wishes she was with you instead of working, she cries about how guilty she feels for sometimes wishing that they never had to go through the unfairness that the idol life had to offer, she cries about how she feels like she's disappointing the MIDZYs for feeling as she feels. She cries because it's just the start of their journey and she's already so tired. She cries because it's the only way she knows how to get rid of the stress, even if it's just a temporary solution.

What hurts you the most is that she doesn't look at you as she says this. You're a MIDZY after being Yeji's girlfriend and it you don't miss the way she chokes up even more when she said she feels like she's disappointing the fandom. You let your girlfriend let it all out before taking a moment to pull yourself together, and then you speak.

"I can't and I won't tell you that I understand how you feel as an Idol because I'm not one. But as a MIDZY, I can and I will tell you that you were born to be the leader of ITZY, no one else could step up to that role as well as you do even if they tried. Tell the girls I told you to let the haters run their mouths, because we MIDZYs know that each and every one of you brings something special to the table. ITZY isn't ITZY if it doesn't have Hwang Yeji, Choi Jisu, Shin Ryujin, Lee Chaeryeong and Shin Yuna as the members. You girls are a fucking unit and you are all strong enough to knock those bitches speechless."

You stare at Yeji the whole time and notice that although her body has stopped shaking, her tears are still making their way down her cheeks. You take in every detail of her face and wish with everything within you that you were there with her to wipe her tears and hold her close. In your opinion, words aren't enough but you suppose due to the distance between you two that you've gotta work with what you have at the moment. Right now all you have are feelings and words.

"Now as your girlfriend." Yeji's head adjusts enough that you could see half of her face, but the other half still remains buried in her arm. "I'm telling you that you can never disappoint me." She chuckles in humor before turning her gaze away from her phone. "You don't know that, I'm not perfect-"

"I never said you were."

Silence sits between the two of you. Not once in your whole relationship had you intentionally interrupted Yeji when she was speaking, you strongly believed that everyone deserved a chance to speak their piece. But that had exceptions. Such as now. "I never said you were perfect, because you're not. You're human and you have your flaws but believe me when I say that you could never disappoint me, despite the fact that humans weren't designed to be perfect you still work on yourself everyday trying to polish all the rough edges, trying to better yourself not for anyone or anything but yourself because you really want to be better than you were in the past. How could I be disappointed in someone as noble as that?"

You notice that she's now actively fighting to keep her eyes open and you smile. "You okay for now?" She nods and you continue. "Then go to sleep, God knows you both need and deserve a good night's rest. I'll call you back tomorrow when you wake up, so you can tell me about everything else your sleep addled brain forgot to tell me tonight."

Yeji uncovers the other half of her face and eyes stare at her screen that shows your face, now more than ever she wishes she was there with you, to thank you and hold you for everything you've said and for the way you've calmed her down. She promises herself that once you meet back up in person, she'll make it up to you. But for now words will have to do.

"Thank you Y/N. I love you."

Your smile grows wider and Yeji swears she's ready to make a fool out of herself just to ensure that that smile never fades away from your face. You take your a moment to memorize the candid details of Yeji's face before replying. "I love you too Yeji. Good night." Both of you wave goodbye and as heavy of an action it was, you take the initiative to end the call because you know that if you left it up to your girlfriend she would never hit that End Call button.

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Yeji places her phone on the nightstand by her bed.

Y/N lies back down properly on the bed.

The two stare straight ahead of them, eyes unfocused.

They take a deep breath before closing their eyes, ignoring the need that courses through their hearts.

"I'll be with her soon enough."

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A/N: I think this is the longest fic I've written on this app? Why the hell is there too little ITZY content on this app? it feels like drought istg 😭😭

#Hwang Yeji x Reader #ITZY #itzy x reader #Hwang Yeji #reader!insert

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nari-nim · 4 years

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forever anticipating

“hi i don't know if your requests are open but if they are can you write an scenario in which hyunsuk sets jihoon and y/n on a blind date? fluffy? btw do you think he would kiss on the first date?”

aww anonie this is the cutest request! time for some SOFT JIHOON HOURS! To answer your question, I think Jihoon is highly intuitive and can read body language well so he will use that to inform his decision whether or not to go for the kiss! If his date is down, he will not hesitate. I hope you enjoy the direction I took :) lmk what you think!! 💓

This is how Jihoon secretly looks at you when you aren’t looking during your date. gif credit goes to @khaly-no

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

warnings: none, this FLUFFY

word count: 1.8k

— the dorms —

Video game night was in full swing and it has never been louder in the dorms. Jeongwoo screeched over the sound of six other members’ simultaneous bickering. Meanwhile, Asahi decided now was the perfect time hit whoever blinked with a couch pillow. Normally, Hyunsuk wouldn’t have tolerated this level of rowdiness under his roof. But he was busy. He sat quietly on the far end of the sofa tapping furiously into his phone, a sly smile plastered across his features.

“Hey, Jihoon—oh my god,” Hyunsuk said, his smile melting as soon as he looked up. The chaos activated his leader (mother) mode. “Jihoon-Jeongwoo get down. Jeongwoo, please. Haruto, wait--Junkyu-Junkyu- ASAHI”

Asahi stopped. The rest followed suit.

The room turned to normal levels of volume, and Hyunsuk was able to try again.

“Jihoon, come here.” Jihoon perked up from his Mashiho impersonation, and got up to join Hyunsuk.

“Bro, you should join us. Junghwan is killing it, you don’t want to miss his true maknae on top moment.” (He’s actually not, the beloved super king cow king baby is getting crushed by Haruto every round). Jihoon slid next to Hyunsuk, glancing at his phone screen. “What are you...”

Hyunsuk flashed him a cheeky smile and hid what he was working on for the past half hour.

“You’re going on a blind date tomorrow.”

“No way, this feels somewhat illegal. Tell me more.”

“Her name is y/n and I met her through a mutual friend. They go to uni together and we met at that hangout I went to last weekend. Park Jun, she is exactly your type. You gotta trust me on this one.”

Jihoon blinked at him, for once without a witty remark. Jihoon squinted at Hyunsuk, and chuckled in disbelief. Reality was hitting him and logic does not like that shit eating grin on Hyunsuk’s face.

“Hyunsuk, you’re setting me up? You, really? This is actually happening? Right before our flight to Japan?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow early morning at the Han River. You’ll have a few hours before we head over to Incheon.”

Jihoon ruffled his hair and sat back into the couch. He sucked in a breath. Hyunsuk frowned, “you don’t want to? Sorry man, I really thought your vibes would’ve matched and-“

“Oh no no, hyung, I’m just...worried since we’re going to promote in Japan for the next two weeks and our schedules are so busy. It might end up hurting us both,” Jihoon confessed. “And it’s been forever since I last been on a date.”

“Nah I think you’re worrying way too much in advance. The policy is chill now and, hey, who can say no to waiting a few weeks for those abs,” Hyunsuk reassured.

“Oh right, I’m going to flash my abs the fifth minute in,” Jihoon said sarcastically. He did make a mental note, though, because if you really are that cute? He’ll need that Plan G.

“Here, I’ll text you the address now. You better not flake and make me look bad.”

“HEY! What are you guys WHISPERING about!” Jeongwoo said, looking at them suspiciously. Simultaneously, the nonactive players of the game whipped their heads to stare at the pair.

“Nothing, the grownups are talking” Jihoon joked, dramatically nodding and shooting thumbs up at Hyunsuk. Jihoon left the resulting hysterics and sound of Hyunsuk cackling behind for the comforts of his room where he checked his buzzing phone. Turns out, Hyunsuk had attached the pictures of you, figuring he would give Jihoon that peace of mind (and a way to find you tomorrow) under the instructions.

Holy shit.

Jihoon eyes widened. You are exactly his type. Jihoon couldn’t stop staring at your smiling features. The soft smile that colored his features never left his face for the rest of the night.

He couldn’t wait.

— Han River —

Wow ok, this is slightly worse than evaluation days, Jihoon decided, nervously kicking a small pebble around on the dusty road.

“Hey, Jihoon?”

Jihoon froze for a millisecond and turned around to face you.

You looked ethereal in the early morning sun. The light reflected off your lovely features, illuminating the kind glow of your smile. Jihoon made another mental note to treat Hyunsuk to dinner once they land in Japan.

“The one and only. Y/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon loved hearing his name coming from your lips. Which were so pretty and pink and—

Jihoon cleared his throat. “Likewise.” After a small pause, “Is there anything you would like to do in particular while we get to know each other?”

You laughed, the sound music to Jihoon’s ears. He wants to hear that all the time now, he decided.

“I actually really like taking pictures of random beautiful things that pique my interest! Maybe we can just go for a walk and explore what we find beautiful about the Han River?”

“Perfect,” Jihoon smiled widely, which somehow grew when he noticed the blush in your cheeks.

And that’s how you two somehow went from exchanging detailed introductions to sharing hobbies to discussing life goals and values, all while snapping amazing scenery pics. This developed into a made up game of taking the best picture, judged entire on a subjective and nondemocratic point system. The winner gets uncontested glory and a copy of all the photos of the loser’s captured moments.

“HAHA, y/n I just got the spiciest photo of these golden bell flowers over this ledge!”

“What, how??” You whipped around from trying to make some daisies look aesthetic. The competitive side of you was taking over.

“I guess it’s one of the perks of being taller,” Jihoon said, hopping down the said six foot tall ledge he spent the last few minutes scaling. He dusted his pants off carefully and flashed you his eye smile. In a singsong voice, he said, “and one of those perks is winning this game~”

Yeah you were not about to risk a broken arm for that picture. “Okay, fine, but show it to me?”

“Nuh uh.” He flashed you the picture in one second bursts, having the best time teasing you.

Jihoon paused. He got so comfortable with you in the last hour that he just teased you like he does with the other Treasure members. His worries were interrupted at the adorable sight of you giggling. He internally sighed of relief.

“NuH uH,” you mimicked backed at him, reaching for his phone.

Jihoon quickly yanked his phone above his head, dramatically leaned his body so it was out of your reach. Surprised, you tried to change course. But in the spur of the moment, the momentum carried you just a tad too far. You bump slightly into his chest. Jihoon instinctively grabbed at you to prevent you from losing your balance further, his hands falling on your waist. His large hands felt so warm through the fabric, his breath brushing as the top of your forehead. You were so close.

His eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. For a second, your eyes meet. You wonder if he can hear the thundering in your chest.

Jihoon quickly let go and took a step back, slightly bowing at you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to grab you like that!”

You could tell your face was absolutely flushed at this point, but you made a show of brushing off your outfit and stuck your nose in the air, “as long as you don’t have cooties.”

“Ooh,” Jihoon winced. “I definitely do. Exclusive, premium, limited edition cooties.”

You laughed, thankful he didn’t press you on the obvious blush. Although it’s not like his face was any better.

“Hey, y/n,” Jihoon said, pulling you out of your internal monologue. “This might be about it for the date. My phone has actually been blowing up with reminders to get back.”

Oh, You tried to hide the sadness in your face. The few hours you spent together seemed to fly by so fast, and you definitely longed for more. Within the span of the date, he showed just how incredible he is—unyielding dedication to his dreams, selfless outlooks on life, and a kind, hilarious and loving personality that felt like sunshine on a rainy day.

Jihoon noticed the quiet pause, and softly asked, “May I walk you home?”

You let out an airy laugh. “Not unless you want to walk 45 minutes in one direction and an hour in the other, Park Jihoon. It’s okay, I’ll take the subway!”

“Right, right,” Jihoon chuckled. You guys reached an intersection leading pedestrians away from the river sidewalk. The signs pointed to your destinations in opposite directions, which felt too meta for your taste.

Jihoon turned to face you.

“You know, golden bell flowers means anticipation in flower language.” He looked the most serious he has ever been all morning.

You mustered yourself to look into his eyes.

“That’s suitable, Jihoon, because I anticipate for you to call me as soon as you safely land and are available.”

“Deal.”

Numbers and addresses (for postcards, he claims) were exchanged.

“Jihoon, I had an amazing time today.” You said, suddenly feeling shy again. A part of you wished you could walk him back, but that would attract unwanted attention.

“Me too, y/n. Thanks for waking up so early to spend all this time with me.” Jihoon said, the tone of his voice so soft and genuine.

He shifted a little closer, eyes flickering to your lips.

Your eyes widened.

He leaned in and gently rested his hand against the back of your head. His eyes searched yours, asking.

Oh my god, yes please. You drew even closer in answer, eyes fluttering shut.

Jihoon closed the distance. His lips gently pressed into yours, completing a perfect puzzle. The kiss was was warm, sweet and heartfelt. Your lips gently moved against each other, before you pulled slightly away for air. As your foreheads rested against each together, a warm wave unfurled in your chest.

Just a little more, you thought. Jihoon seemed to agree as you both lean in again, this time the kiss far less hesitant. Your hands rest against his chest while he cups your face with his. Jihoon pulled back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His phone was aggressively ringing, you realize.

“I’ll see you, y/n.”

“I’ll anticipate you, Jihoon.”

He watched your retreating figure for a bit before he headed back to the dorm, giddy with joy.

— your home —

A few days later, a package arrived. It was from Jihoon. Your heart raced.

He never mentioned anything about this in his calls, you excitedly thought.

You slowly pulled out the contents, marveling at each one. A picture of the Han River reflecting the morning light. A dozen of printed photos he somehow took of you that day (you laughing at something you took, looking off into the river, and crouching over vegetation). A polaroid of him in the hotel room, “you better be missing me so damn hard” it captioned. You chuckled, touched by his gift.

You were about to close the envelope until you realized there’s still one item left. You reached in. And you gasped.

A golden bell flower, pressed by hand.

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 98

Warnings: Fluff/angst. Same as usual

Rating: SFW

On a television screen, a young man was fighting in a big, unfamiliar city. He had silver hair and eyes of a different color. He had two companions as well: a young man with red hair and a hat, and another young man with glasses. The three of them had been fighting their way toward a beautiful woman who had been captured by robots. The silver-haired boy reached out for her as light bloomed around them, and just before their hands could touch--

The title of the game appeared on the screen: VERUM REX.

☽✧☽✧

A second later, the screen of the TV went black. Someone had stepped on the remote--a toy in a cowboy outfit named Woody.

“I was watching that,” a dinosaur toy named Rex said.

“Ah, sorry. But this is no time for television, Rex,” Woody sighed, walking by with a block in his arms.

“Gotta say, that Gigas is pretty impressive,” a piggy bank named Hamm commented.

“Really? I like Yozora most,” Rex replied. It seemed that the robots were called Gigas and the young man with the silver hair was named Yozora. Just then, Woody jumped over to them and pushed them down to protect them.

“Woody? What gives?” Hamm protested, but Woody’s round eyes were fixed on the black haze rising in the middle of the room. Heartless.

“Are they back?” a space ranger toy named Buzz, asked.

“All right, guys. Today we teach those masked intruders who's boss. Is everybody in position?” Woody asked. Buzz nodded but Rex looked over at Hamm.

“Wait. Hold on! I don't think I'm emotionally prepared!” he sputtered.

“Would you calm down? Don't worry. I got ya covered,” Hamm replied. Woody looked over at the green army men on standby on the shelves. He turned to the three-eyed alien toys next to the globe and they were okay, too.

“It's go time,” Buzz said to Woody, who nodded. But then-- “Wait!”

“What are you doing?!” Woody asked and then noticed Sora and the group running at the Heartless. “Who are those guys?”

Sora and the group quickly took care of the Heartless as the toys above them watched. Once it was all clear, the toys headed down to the wooden floor.

“Are they new?” Hamm asked, gaining the group’s attention. For toys, the new arrival was a major event. After all, their owner, Andy, had been known to favor his new toys. Rex didn’t seem to mind, though, and ran up to Sora.

“Wait! Ah-- Ah-- You look familiar! I know this. You're, uh, you're, uhhh...” Rex said and his excitement helped Hamm make the connection.

“Yozora!” he cried.

“Huh? My name's Sora.” The name sounded familiar to Sora but it was definitely not his name.

“Stay back!” Buzz called. He was keeping his distance, and his laser was pointed squarely at them. “For all we know, the intruders sent them.”

“Excuse me?!” Hana and Roxy shrieked.

“But we can trust them. They're the number-one-selling heroes in the country!” Rex gushed as he pulled Sora into a hug. Hamm seemed to be happy, too.

“Yeah, Andy's mom must've bought 'em for him,” he said.

“Hamm’s right. Did you see how easily they took care of the intruders? I bet they’re here to figure out why all our friends have gone missing, and why Buzz’s laser started actually laser-ing...and all the weird stuff that’s been going on. I mean that’s what heroes do, right?” While Rex chattered away, Woody and Buzz gave some thought to the situation. Sora was getting the impression that not everything was as it should be in this world.

“So, you’re Andy’s new toys?” Woody asked.

“Toys?” the group asked. That briefly threw them for a loop, but the cowboy was right. They did look like toys at the moment--like action figures, to be precise. “You sure did a number on those intruders.”

“Those creeps are called the Heartless. There are other creeps too but who knows when they’ll show up,” Yui explained. Rumi spotted the three little aliens and started chasing them to hug them.

“We’ve been fighting them for a while now,” Hana added.

“I knew it!” Rex called, elated.

“Okay. In that case, you’re all right by me My name’s Woody. Put ‘er there,” Woody said as he and Sora shook hands.

“I’m Sora--”

“Yozora!” Rex interjected before Sora could finish giving his name.

“Actually, my name’s Sora...”

“And I’m Donald.”

“I’m Goofy.”

“The name’s Vanitas.”

“I’m Lily, and that’s my brother Era and my twin sister Hana.”

“I’m Yui and that’s my twin sister, Roxy, and our cousin Rumi.”

“And I'm...Buzz Lightyear.”

“Call me Hamm. It’s a real honor.”

“And I’m Rex! I’m your biggest fan. In fact, I’ve been playing your game for months now. And I’ve already gotten you all the way up to level 47. But that Bahamut boss is really tough. Slinky and I can’t figure out how to beat him. Oh, I wish Slinky and the others were here. They’d be so happy to meet you!”

“All troops at attention, sir!” the Sarge of the little green army men said as his army walked up to the group. They saluted the group and they returned it.

“They’re all toys? So that’s why we look the way we do,” Lily said. Rumi gasped and ran to the girls, still holding one of the alien toys.

“Do you girls know what this means?!” she asked, excitedly. It was as if the girls read her mind and they became excited too.

“We’ll finally get to see our favorite anime characters in person!” they all said. Sure, they’ll have to be toys but it was still a dream come true. Sora giggled as he watched Hana sprouted her imps and looked over to see Buzz walk toward him as the aliens went on their way.

“Excuse me. You said that you’ve battled those intruders before. Tell us where and why,” he said. Sora was about to explain but Vanitas and Era quickly covered his mouth.

“Remember?!” Vanitas whisper yelled at him.

“Well? You must have come from somewhere,” Buzz said. Hamm agreed with him while Woody walked over.

“Take it easy, Buzz. What matters is that they got those intruders out of our way--for at least a little while. No need to interrogate ‘em,” he said.

“Yeah, Buzz!” Rex agreed.

“Noted. But still...” Buzz said.

“Oi. Have the Heartless been a problem around here?” Roxy asked.

“No, they just showed up a little while ago,” Woody explained.

“In fact, those ‘Heartless’ materialized...right after our friends up and vanished,” Buzz added. Donald turned to Goofy and whispered in his ear.

“You don’t think...”

“Well, gee. It can’t be a coincidence.” Sora and the others nodded and Woody gazed up at the window over Andy’s desk.

“It wasn’t always this lonely. One day we woke up, and we were the only toys left here. Nobody’s heard from Mom, Molly, Or Andy...” Woody said. He sat on a wooden block and stared at the underside of his shoe where the name “ANDY” was written in faded ink. “We keep waiting for Andy to come home.”

“You really care about him,” Era said. Woody nodded and stood back up, rejoining the group.

“Yeah...he’s the best friend that toys like us could ever hope to have,” he said as he placed a hand on Buzz’s shoulder.

“Era and I know how you feel. We’re looking for our family too,” Lily said, giving Era a hug. Even though Hana had found her sister, it still stung to see her hug Era. But thankfully, she still had her brothers right by her side. And she had her friends and Sora too!

“All right! We’d better start looking!” Yui said.

“Huh?” Woody asked.

“You gotten any clues we can go on--any other weird things that happened?” Roxy asked.

“Well...hmm. There’s one thing.”

“One big thing,” Hamm added.

“Huge, sir,” Sarge also added.

“What thing?” Rex asked, confused by the situation.

“After everyone went MIA, the intruders didn’t come alone. They arrived with a woman with big hair, dressed weird, just like you guys,” Buzz explained.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Roxy and hana interrupted.

“A-as I was saying, she’s the only other toy we’ve seen, outside of you guys.”

“Big hair?” Vanitas asked and then gasped. “Guys, you know what this means right?”

“That fuckin’ psychopath,” Hana mumbled.

“You know who it is?” Woody asked.

“Yep. She’s bad news,” Rumi replied.

“Seems like you have a lot of enemies,” Buzz said.

“Oh, trust me. I have a whole list of enemies,” Roxy replied, almost as if she was bragging.

“We may have a hunch what’s causing all the weirdness. Would you mind if we handle this?” Xeha asked.

“I’m sorry. But we’re not gonna leave this to you,” Woody rejected.

“Excuse me?!” Roxy snapped.

“If that woman had something to do with our friends vanishing, then she’s our problem too. We’ve got to work together.”

“Right!” Sora said as he and Woody shook hands. Hana and the others shared a delighted response. “So then, where can we find her?”

“Sarge, any word from the recon team?” Woody asked as he knelt down to the green army men.

“The latest reports place him in town, sir. At Galaxy Toys!” Sarge said, pointing to the Galaxy Toys flyer on Andy’s bulletin board.

“Then Galaxy toys is where we’re going,” Woody said and turned to Sora. “Follow me.”

Sora followed him and the two of them looked up and the others followed their gaze.

“It’s out the window and down the roof,” Woody said.

“Not so fast, cowboy. You seem pretty gung ho about going, but shouldn’t we stay ehre and wait for Andy?” Buzz said.

“Well...you’ve got a point, but...we’ve tried waiting. Look, if we go with Sora, we might find a clue. Are you with me, Buzz?”

“Of course. Okay, let’s move out!” Buzz smiled. They exited through the window and down the roof of the garage to the driveway. They soon reach Galaxy Toys, home of Vic the Visitor, their alien mascot, displayed by the gigantic flying saucer that stood atop the building. As soon as they entered the store, the girls immediately rushed in and began finding the anime section.

“Wait! We should stay together!” Woody said.

“We’ll be fine!” Hana replied and continued to run. Sora could see her little imps pop up as she ran and giggled at how cute it was. He and the others looked around and saw large displays of Gigas scattered on different shelves along with game boxes of all kinds. In the center of the first floor was an oversized gumball machine labeled “Space Capsule” with metal tracks leading in spirals to the upper floors. Vanitas turned his head and noticed the giant red Gigas.

“Oi, why doesn’t that toy move?” he asked.

“I guess it has’t figured it out,” Woody replied.

“Figured what out?” Lily asked.

“I can make it move for you,” an all to familiar voice said. Sora and the others looked abouve the Space Capsule, where Junko entered using her magic.

“Junko!” Sora and the group exclaimed.

“Awww, I’m so honored you remember your queen,” Junko blushed. She snapped her fingers and three Heartless appeared. One jumped into the helmet of one of the red Gigas and assumed control of it. Its claw arm sstarted to move with clicking sounds and it leaped toward Sora.

“Oh no! It can move!” Woody exclaimed as he raised his hood to see better. The arm spun backward into a fist with Hamm giving off a startled shriek. As the gigas attempted a punch, a blast knocked the Gigas and destoryed the Heartless. Sora and the others looked to see Hana and the girls rushing over.

“Awww, if it isn’t my beautiful stepdaughter and her friends!” Junko said.

“I am not your stepdaughter, psycho! What are you even doing here in the first place?!” Hana replied.

“One heart’s shadows fills the emptiness of another. See how they bring him to life? Like Xemnas and Ansem, they fit together.”

“Leave our dads out of this! Why the hell are you doing this?!” Roxy yelled.

“There’s a darkness we are missing and must reclaim. The way hearts connect in this world can provide us with a clue. So we made a copy of the world, and then pulled those hearts apart. I wonder how you’ll handle the strain.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Yui asked but Junko was already gone.

“I’m confused. That woman--she said she’s your stepmother? And she made a copy of the real world? What’s that mean?” Woody asked.

“That psychopath is Junko Enoshima. And trust me, she’s not my stepmother,” Hana explained.

“Or mine,” Vanitas added.

“As to the copy of the world, it...prob’ly means they split this world in two--your friends in world, us in the other. Only one of the worlds is real, and the other is just really convincing,” Yui said.

“You can’t be serious! Oh! That’s right, you’re from a video game. Well, maybe in your game, that’s how things work...but here in reality, you can’t “split worlds.” Roxy wanted to punch Buzz in the face but Yui held her back and the group was lost for words. “This is ridiculous. Woody let’s go.”

“I admit, it does sound just a little far-fetched,” Woody replied as Donald and goofy rejoned the group. “But...say we have been taken to some kind of alternate world. That would explain why your laser’s real. And is it really all that crazy? Worse than ‘evil emperors’ and ‘protecting the galaxy’? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Point taken. But that just means these strangers are part of the delusion. And I say it’s time we parted ways and went home.”

“Thought we were friends, not strangers,” Era said as he and the others looked crestfallen.

“Look, I get that it seems weird, but we know something’s wrong with this place. We should stick together,” Rumi said.

“She’s right. They helped with the intruders, so they might help find our friends,” Woody said as Buzz started walking toward the Red Gigas. “They have been there for us so far. You can’t deny that. Come on. Every toy deserves a fair shake. Am I right?”

“Tell it to that toy over there,” Buzz said as he pointed to the Gigas, making Woody fall silent.

“Sheriff, sir!” Sarge said. Woody looked atop the shelf to see him and other Green Army Man. “Rex has been dino-napped!”

“What’s that?!” Woody asked, shocked. Sarge turned to his fellow soldier, who saluted.

“My men saw him get hauled up to the second floor, sir! And Hamm and the Aliens are MIA,” Sarge explained.

“Come on. We have got to find them!” Woody said as he began running. Sora and the others followed him.

“Please, let us help!” Lily said.

“Yeah!” the others agreed. Woody looked over his shoulder at Buzz who hasn’t budged and runs back over to him.

“Well, Buzz? Do you really think we can save our friends on our own? We didn’t get very far before. We gotta take all the help we can get,” he said and Buzz ggave and abject sigh.

“Don’t worry. Sora can be reckless...” Goofy started.

“Wha?” Sora asked.

“...and Donald grumbles a lot...”

“Huh?” Donald asked.

“...and Hana, Vanitas, and Roxy can be a little bit extreme.”

“Wanna fucking say that again?!” Hana growled.

“But you can trust us!”

“Oi! He suspects you too, y’know?!” Roxy replied.

“It’s true,” Vanitas said.

“Huh? He does?” Roxy threw her hands up and Sora chuckled.

“See, they don’t seem bad. Am I right, Buzz?” Woody said.

“Okay, fine. We do need the extra help. But just so we’re clear: I remain skeptical about this. I’ll work with you till we find our friends,” Buzz replied.

“Ohhh...kay,” Sora said.

“Thanks for the help, guys,” Woody said to the team.

“My troops will return to the field, sir!” Sarge said and the Army Men walked off. The group walked over to the Space Capsule and Buzz ejected his wings right as Woody walked into them. He scolwed at Buzz for a moment, but the feeling quickly passed.

“This ascent is gonna be rather tricky,” Buzz said.

“Too bad we’re not strapped to a rocket, huh?” Woody smiled as he leaned on Buzz’s wings, but Buzz retracted them back into his suit.

“Hey! Think we can use that?” Era asked. He pointed upward and they saw the spiral tracks leading to the other floors.

“It’s perfect! C’mon, guys!” Woody said.

~Le time Skip cause this chapter is already long and I don’t wanna make it any longer~

Hana and the group pass through the omnious portal, finding themselves in a hazy abyss. Buzz was hovering in the center, darkness coming off of him and spreading through the air. Junko waited for the team, waves of dark energy covering the floor as pieces of toys were scattered about the abyss, floating on invisble strings.

“Oi, psycho!” Hana called out to Junko.

“What do you want with my friend?” Woody asked.

“Look....such beautiful darkness and despair. All because he was ripped away from the boy who cares about him most,” Junko said and the waves punched upward.

“Does that mean...we’ll all be like Buzz...if we don’t...find Andy?” Woody asked as the waves coalesce around him.

“Wrong! Distance doesn’t matter. Andy’s a part of their hearts, just like my friends are a part of mine,” Sora said. Hana and the others nodded in agreement, glaring at Junko. “You can’t rip that apart!”

Woody looked at the bottom of his shoe where Andy had written his name years ago, and then at Buzz’s, just the same. Buzz was then carried higher by the waves as Junko raised an arm.

“What? ‘Your friends are your power’? Ah...How very true. But if the light of friendship is a form of power...the darkness of being alone is a power...even greater. Darkness and despair are the heart’s true nature,” Junko said. Sora and the others were stunned to silence, but Woody placed a hand on Sora’s shoulder and walked past him.

“Whatever you’re talking about, I don’t care. Put Buzz back the way he was, then get lost!” he said.

“Or else what, toy?” Junko asked.

“Yeah, I am a toy. And a friend.” Woody stamped down with his foot, breaking the waves of darkness slightly, revealing the floor underneath. “My guess is that no one’s ever loved you before. Because you know nothing about hearts and love.”

“Oh, shit! He just roasted the shit out of you, psycho!” Roxy cackled, making the others laugh as well. Sora and Vanitas joined Woody in their circle of light, both making steps forward.

“There are hearts all around us, trying to connect. Your ‘loneliness’ only made Woody and Buzz’s connection stronger. That’s the heart’s true nature--to never, ever let go. Wherever they are, Andy and the other toys haven’t let go either,” Vanitas said.

“Yeah! You can’t keep us from Andy. We’re going home no matter what. And taking Buzz!” Woody said.

“Junko, you’re so caught up in finding the shadows, you forgot about the light that cast them,” Sora added. The force of the light broke through the dark waves, tearing apart the darkness holding Buzz in the air. As it reached Buzz, in shone out with a brilliant light.

“No!” Junko exclaimed. Hana and the others charged forward, forcing Junko to summon her mallet, blocking the team.

“Woody, now!” Lily said. Woody leaped foward over them, tossing out the pullstring from his back. It laatched onto a Lego floating in the air and swung around, using the momentum to snatch Buzz from his tangled perch. Era smiled as Junko scowed as the pullstring retracts back insdie Woody with a message of “Giddy-up, partner! We gotta get this wagon train a-movin’!” Suddenly, Buzz opened his eyes, seeing Woody on top of him. Woody lifted his head and gazed back at his friend. He turned over and sat with Buzz, who held his head.

“Woody...wait, how did I get here?” he asked.

“Hmm. Oh, I don’t know!” Woody replied as he elbowed Buzz playfully. “Maybe somebody switched you into ‘dark and stormy’ mode.”

“But I don’t have a--” Buzz soon realiazed what Woody was saying. the cowboy extended a hand to him and Buzz smiled, taking, getting to his feet. “Thank you, Woody.”

“Good to have ya back, Buzz,” Woody replied.

“Hey, hurry up!” Era called out to them. The two of them looked over to see the team locked in combat with Junko.

“We can’t hold her much longer!” Lily added.

“Don’t give up, guys!” Rumi said but Junko knocked the team back.

“So, even empty puppets can be given strong hearts. I’m going to have to remember that,” she said as Buzz aimed his laser at her.

“Remember this--our hearts will always be connected to Andy’s. No matter what you do!” he said.

“And that’s something you’ll never understand, because you’re hollower than any toy,” Woody added.

“But now I know a heart can be placed in the vessel of our choosing. For that, let me give you a parting gift to play with,” Junko replied.

“Wait!” Hana said. She charged at her and slashed right through her.

“Prepare for your birthday gift, Hana. It’s gonna be bloody awesome,” Junko whispered.

“Huh?” Hana asked. Junko vanished and Donald leaped up, pointing at the sky where the darkness has begun to break. The group rejoined as the darkness was swept up, forming a giant Monokuma wearing a crown on his head, revealing the room as a toy sized cityscape with a puzzle-piece road. After a long battle with the giant Monokuma, they succeeded in finishing it off and returned to the first floor of Galaxy Toys. They regrouped with their friends and began walking toward the exit.

“So, Junko got away again,” Goofy said.

“Yeah, she’s a big chicken,” Donald replied. Hana couldn’t stop thinking about what Junko said. What did she mean by “bloody”? Was something going to happen to her? Or something to her friends and family? Sora saw Hana’s face and walked in front of her.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay,” Hana replied.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“I-I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Hana kissed his cheek and caught up with the others.

“I’m sorry that I was being so stubborn. Please forgive me,” Buzz said as he extended a hand to the team. Lily shook her head, smiling, and shook Buzz’s hand.

“Hey, you were looking out for your friends. No biggie. I would do the same for my family,” she said. they all said their goodbyes, but before the team left, Woody cleared his throat, getting their attention.

“Before ya leave, we would like to give ya girls a gift,” he said. The girls turned toward him and saw the other toys bring in packages that had their favorite anime characters inside. The girls squealed and took the packages.

“Thank you!” they said in unison. They all waved goodbye and left the world to move to the next.

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muffinswritingstuff · 2 years

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Just wanted to add a complete side note to the Turning Red conversation. Well, more like "share an opinion" inspired by it. An opinion that's not an opinion at all, more like a thought.

(A positive one, don't you worry. I absolutely adore that movie.)

Animation, being the magnificent form of visual media that it is, is great for a lot of things. Obviously.

But I only now realize how good it is for implementing subtle, yet meaningful details into your work.

(Realizations come to me once in a blue moon, don't judge me.)

Again, duh. And, considering how much time, effort and money goes into creating a single frame, of course they (The Art Gods) wouldn't want to waste it.

It's neat, though. You can do so much with just background elements, y'know? Just think of how many people got excited and genuinely happy thanks to those two characters with diabetes patches. And there was that one character in a wheelchair at the 4Town concert. (Sigh... Living the dream).

So, the reason I bring this up is, you could say, selfish.

It's just that I, as an ✨aspiring writer✨ , really struggle with that sort of stuff. I always feel that I'm boring the reader with too many words. I'm constantly afraid of actually writing out a main character's appearance, because, to me, it feels unnatural and "oh, look, look! this character has red hair, did you know that? you need to know that, because i said so!"

Y'know?

I know I shouldn't, I know every writer must face this beast of a task. But damn if they aren't eye-rolling – not in a mean way, in a Pavlov's Dog kinda way; especially in first person POVS.

How do I... justify my weird little feelings...

When you actually put stuff (be that appearances, descriptions, or even movements) into words – they take up space, they stay on that page/screen. It is therefore required of the reader to get to the end of this and that word pile if they want to continue with the story.

It puts the flow of the piece on pause. On such an awkward, "this is painful for the both of us, but it'll be worth it, i promise" pause, and it makes me squeezy.

But there's no such pause in movies! And that's so cool, I'm so jealous!

The viewer's brain processes what it sees so quickly, it requires absolutely no effort. You look at the main characters in Turning Red, and you know immediately what they're all about. The essence of that knowledge is thanks to *chef's kiss* character design, but the speed at which that knowledge plants itself in your brain mass is due to a single glance. In short: monkey brain need not wait and read if it can see.

And you don't need to describe every background detail... Or outfits... Or "the upturn of their lips"...

Again, I feel the need to state: I know how much goes into animation, or a single piece of art, or character design.

But (and here I'm being disgustingly selfish) it seems so much easier to put a description on paper using a pencil than it is a pen.

(We need to invent straight-from-brain projections. Capture those waves, code them, and make them real. Monkey brain's getting lazy.)

Recently, I've come to terms with the fact that I'm desperately trying to, like , imitate visual media with my writing.

(Which is physically impossible, it's a completely different medium, and I really should keep that in mind and use the advantages of said medium instead of poorly mimicing another... But l'm dying on this hill, it seems.)

Still. I meticulously describe movements and expressions exactly the way I picture them un my head – and the way they play in my head, you guessed it, flows like a cartoon.

Like, I'm a bad writer. I can't wax poetic about expressions or surroundings, I can't let a character go on a beautiful internal monologue about how they've been feeling for the past few days or something along those lines.

I just. Describe stuff. And I love describing stuff! But I cannot do it in a literary way, the pretty way.

And that inability comes not only from the lack of skill or experience, but from a certain sense of self-deprecation.

(Yay.)

I love reading and immersing myself in a world or a character's feelings.

Also, it really helps me when I understand who, when, where and how is speaking/acting. When I can't picture the people's faces or the room they're in, if they are having emotional conversations in a white void, it kinda takes you out, man. Doesn't it?

Then can I please stop freaking out every time I try to do that!

I feel great writing dialogues, they are fun and come more-or-less easy to me. But then I go, "Wait, the theoretical person reading this won't have this epic movie I have in my head right now to rely on to picture how exactly this conversation is flowing..." So of course I then try to add the necessary descriptions , but 😐. They take up so much space...

I shouldn't mention every twitch and blink, but oh how I want to.

But then it feels hollow - because I focused too much on the movement itself, not it's, like, meaning; empty - because l've neglected to describe those gosh darn surroundings; and meaningless - because, no matter how much I want to, those little twitches and blinks don't do anything. Yeah, they might provide characterisation (at least, I'd hope so), but they take up so much space...

That doesn't happen in animation, or comics, or movies. The surroundings, the expressions and the movements all fit in a couple of frames.

Yeah, I shouldn't complare them. But I might as well finish what I started.

(Dramatic.)

If I don't put in "meaningless details", if I weigh every word and sentence... I'll crumble under pressure, bestie. I'm already struggling, I don't wanna struggle some more... Apparently, I choose jealous suffering.

I'm treating my hypothetical readers as arrogant babies with short attention spans.

But, as probably Jesus once said, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you".

With this probably-Jesus quote I am bearing my soul before you and admit that I am, in fact, an arrogant baby with a short attention span.

If there are no long words, complex emotions and beautiful literary devices, I turn into an annoying snob.

At the same time, on a completely different side of the spectrum, there are ✨chatfics✨. I love them. I eat that shit up. There's literally nothing, and it's so fun. Their humor carries them so hard, the jokes are essential to that particular genre of modern literature.

And guess who doesn't have neither the words and devices nor the jokes?

This aspiring writer.

P.S. Go do yourself a favor and watch Turning Red if you haven't, yet. It's a gem of comfort, it's totally worth it.

#writing #turning red #i went to the store for lemonade and came back with a $250 #what is that tag. i'm so intrigued right now.#what i wanted to say: i went so off track for which i sincerely apologize #that is why i added a completely unrelated (but still nice) gif at the end. you're welcome.#i love how this single moment captures their character.#here we have two absolute dorks and two more-or-less normies. one of whome is a panda.#this is a very self-indulgent ramble. it was cathartic i guess #also ver selfish and 'boo-hoo i refuse to improve so i choose to only compare myself to others and sit in self-pity and bitterness'#*very. i'm illiterate and lazy sorry #anyways: you gotta let out those negative emotions sometimes though. i'd love to be a happy-go-lucky guy but it's not meant to be sadly

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Hello dear, I'm here to steal a place in your askbox once again! May I ask for a scenario in which it's morning and Law is oversleeping while his artist s/o happen to be awake before him, and he just looks so peaceful and pretty she can't help but drawing him? ❤️

ah yes! after all the angst with Law that has been (and will still come) a little fluffy soff break for this bread-hating gremlin seems fitting! Hope you like this little scenario my drawing kween!!

A Little Longer - Law x Reader

It’s always dark in the submarine, the sun unable to penetrate deep enough into the sea to indicate the time of day. You tried keeping a normal schedule by eating and sleeping at the appropriate times, and in general, that was something you succeeded in. It made the days you did not go underwater so much easier to manage, you never got any jetlagged feelings from messing up your rhythm.

Your boyfriend, however… even if the sun and the moon suddenly grew faces so they could yell in his face which time was appropriate to eat, sleep, and stay awake, he would not do it. Suffering from terrible insomnia, he took every nap his body would allow him to if there were no other duties to be done. He rarely ate regularly, often skipping meals. Not on purpose, but just because he was too focused on a book, a newspaper, a plan, way too deep into his head, thinking and overthinking past, present and future.

It was rare for the two of you to sleep together. You respected each other's patterns. There had been plenty of occasions where you stayed up late to finish that one piece you'd been working on, even though it was a rare occasion of Law actually going to sleep in time. And the other way around happened extremely often too. The few times you actually went to bed together included some lazy cuddles before the both of you passed out. Bedtime meant you were actually tired almost always.

It was even more rare for you to wake up together. Law’s routine, as far as there was any routine at all, including checking in on the crew and certain parts of the submarine every time he woke up. He always woke up early, kissing you on the forehead before he started his usual routine. You often did not wake up from the small gesture, but just the very thought of it made your heart flutter.

So when you woke up this morning, you were surprised to open your eyes and look right at the sleeping face of the one you loved most. His lips softly parted, snoring softly, his hair ruffled and sticking out to all possible sides, his arms imprinted with the texture of the blankets, face slightly smushed against the pillow. It was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen upon waking up and you had to physically stop yourself from making any noise. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful and you wouldn’t want to cut his precious and rare sleeping time short.

You carefully, as quietly and softly as possible turned on the little lamp on your nightstand, the sudden change in darkness making your boyfriend shift a little, but not making enough of a difference to wake him up. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, pepper soft kisses all over his face but again, you didn't want to wake him up so you settled for staring at him for a bit. And then, as if a figurative cartoonish light bulb went on above your head.

You moved as softly as you could to the nightstand, opening it up and grabbing one of your sketchbooks and your pencil. You always kept one in your nightstand, for doodling right before bed, or the rare moments inspiration struck you in the middle of the night. It was a pretty messy sketchbook, ideas written down and half-drawn, sketches, anatomy studies, lines in hypnotizing patterns that didn’t even mean anything. Barely any finished drawings. You briefly thought about grabbing your ‘good’ sketchbook but decided against it. You doubted the drawing would be a masterpiece with the little light you had, and you didn’t want to risk Law waking up if you shifted and moved too much.

And so you started sketching, trying to capture as much of the atmosphere as well. The tranquillity of the whole situation, the calmness on his face instead of his usual focussed stare or scowl. The way his cheeks looked a little puffed by the way he slid of his pillow, every little spike of his hair, now all fluffed up and pointing in all those different directions… A handful of times you actually held in your breath and stopped sketching, when he shifted a little, made little mumbling sounds and it almost seemed like he was going to wake up. Up to four times it was a false alarm.

The fifth time, however, you saw his eyes squeeze more shut before fluttering open, and a second later a very groggy Law was confusedly staring at you, still in your nighttime outfits, knees pulled up as high as possible, hunched over, drawing as fast as you could before the mental image completely disappeared.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” His morning voice sounded extra deep and a little gruff and send some shivers down your spine, even though he had not said anything even remotely suggestive. “Drawing… you?” You said, a little embarrassed by him waking up before you could finish it and stash it away. “Me? Sleeping?” He looked legitly puzzled as to why that could possibly be a good source of inspiration for you to draw from. “Yes! You looked so cute, so peaceful and I just..” you sighed deeply, almost like a dramatic pause, but completely unintentionally. “... I really love you you know?”

A small smile formed on his lips and he lazily moved closer to you. “And”, you continued as you put away the sketchbook for now, “we rarely spend any mornings together, so I had the prettiest possible sight to enjoy and draw”. You laid down in bed again, cuddling close to your boyfriend, who was not making any move to leave the bed any time soon. “You’re such a dork when it comes to your drawings y/n”. He said it almost accusatory, but he softly kissed your forehead and you could hear the smile in his voice as you buried your head in his chest, wanting to be as close as possible. “No calling anyone a dork as long as you have limited edition volumes of Sora under your bed mister”. You felt his chest reverberate with a soft chuckle. “Touché y/n, touché”.

You giggled and looked up, moving a little so you could press a soft morning kiss to his lips before nuzzling his neck and getting perfectly comfortable again. You could almost fall back asleep like this, the warmth and comfort Law gave you were enough to make you relax completely. “Can we just stay the entire day like this?” you lazily mumbled against his collarbone. “No y/n, I do have things to do.” You let out a soft whine in response. “But I guess it won’t hurt to stay like this for a little longer.”

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