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zukuist · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Seventeen Reaction: Their Crush Releases New Music

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Okie dokie, I’m back and here to kind of rush through my current drafts since my computer deleted all my progress and I haven’t given y’all content in so long, SO SORRY

Thanks for the request anon! I hadn’t heard of either of these artists before so I looked up a couple of their songs and realized I heard this music trending like... everywhere lol. Hopefully I listened to enough to write this reaction well! Disclaimer: Besides a couple of songs each, I know hardly anything about these artists and their music styles so I might’ve totally missed the mark on this. Again, thanks for requesting! I hope you like it!

P.S.- Gifs are not mine! I always post so you can see their OPs, pls don’t repost them without crediting and go give their creators some love if you like them!!!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

He honestly might be a little intimidated lol. When he hears the vibe of the song and the lyrics and the confident nature of your voice, he’ll get a little nervous. To him it’s a whole new light to see you under. After he gets over his initial shock, he’ll be in total awe of you. He thinks you’re so cool. As a performer himself he knows how much it can take to give off a consistent character or persona that’s that powerfully felt. He’s definitely so impressed by you and if he sees you around, he’ll make sure he mentions it. He might get a little over excited while he tells you that your performance skills are amazing and it ends with you two giggling over each other.

YOON JEONGHAN

He thinks this is HOT. When he clicks on your new music and hears your confident voice and daring words, he is done for. He thought he was kind of into you before, but now he knows this is a crush he won’t get over easily. His mood of the day will determine how your next interaction goes. If he feels really shy that day, he’ll scratch the back of his head and blush like crazy as he stutters out that he likes your new music. If he’s feeling more confident, he’ll find himself using as daring words as your lyrics do. He might even go so far to tell you that you look good in your stage outfit. Confident Jeonghan will leave you a blushing mess and wondering if you might have a crush yourself.

JOSHUA HONG

Shocked™ He honestly was not ready for this at all. It’s very different from your usual style and seems so unlike you. But not in a bad way! He just really is shocked. After he gets more used to it, he’s really proud to see how much effort you put into it. He knows how hard it can be to not only push your limits as an artist, but to do it this well. As time goes on, he’s more and more impressed with your new music. When he sees you next, he has to work up the courage to approach you. He’ll give you a warm smile and sincerely compliment your music. It’s a very short and sweet conversation, but he’s nice enough that his words stay in your head for the rest of the day.

WEN JUNHUI

Won’t be as surprised as a few of the other members, but some of your more daring lyrics will leave him giggling. The type that once he listens to your song once, he’ll suddenly find it stuck in his head all the time, so pretty soon he’s bopping to your music throughout the day. He finds the beat super catchy and he can’t escape how much he likes it. Actually the next time he runs into you, he’s mumbling out the lyrics to your song. He gets nervous upon seeing you, so he’ll start rambling about how much he likes your music and how he’s been listening to it constantly and how talented he thinks you are. Lucky for him, you end up thinking his nervous rambling is pretty cute.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Gets so excited about this. He looks at it through the perspective of an artist. He just thinks you’re exploding with talent and creativity. Re-watches the music video like twenty times in a row. He’s like a little kid finding a new favorite film. If he really wants to get your attention, he might upload a dance cover to YouTube and then @ you on Twitter. He might even create his own new choreo for it and upload that. (If he gets too nervous, he’ll make Dino do it with him lol.) When you end up tweeting him back that you liked his dance, he’ll literally run around the dorm squealing.

JEON WONWOO

He is BLUSHING. When he watches your music video featuring a totally new look and sound from you, he just totally has his breath taken away. He can’t stop thinking about it, flashes of the video and song playing through his head throughout the day. He’ll quietly mention it to the members, saying stuff like, “Have you been keeping up with any new music?” He honestly just wants any excuse to talk about your new music with everyone around him lol. If he runs into you after you release the song, he’ll very quietly tell you that he likes it and then practically flee the scene.

LEE JIHOON

Like Hoshi, he’ll look at it through an artist’s perspective. Instead of getting overly excited like Hoshi, though, he’ll kind of almost analyze it. “The tone in their voice during this part of the song really emphasizes the mood” “The use of this instrument here makes this part sound that much better” “The tone of the song matches the lyrics so well” He’ll just go through the song and compliment you as an artist. (Out loud, to no one, lol.) Like Hoshi, he might try to get your attention by tweeting you: “Love the new sound! We love trying new things too! Collab sometime????” After you tweet back that you’d love to collab, Jihoon acts real cool but on the inside he’s literally exploding.

LEE SEOKMIN

He’s just as shocked as Joshua and just as intimidated as Cheol. He’s so taken aback by it all and needs to watch your new music video over and over to get used to you in this new genre. But Seokmin really just loves all creativity and artistry so soon he’s just really excited for you to be exploring yourself as an artist. If he sees you after you release the new song, he’s going to hype you up so hard. He loves your new music and thinks you’re so talented and wants you to feel every piece of his support. It’s hard not to be overly pumped for your next performance after talking to DK.

KIM MINGYU

VERY similar to Jeonghan in this situation. He thinks you having so much confidence in your lyrics and while performing is so attractive. He watches your music videos often and adds your songs to many of his playlists. He thinks you’re very impressive as an artist and genuinely really likes your music. Also like Jeonghan, depending on how he’s feeling on a certain day when he sees you next in person will determine how the conversation goes. He might go completely red in the face and mess with his ears as he compliments you, or he might avoid talking to you out of nervousness, or if he’s feeling just right, he might flirt with you right out. No telling when it comes to that Kim Mingyu.

XU MYUNGHO

Also very much into the artistry perspective. He might analyze your lyrics, dance, and video to try and get a better understanding of what message you’re sending and what your art style is like. He doesn’t have a reaction necessarily to you doing a certain type of music, he thinks everyone should be allowed to express themselves however they wish through their art. He’s happy to see you doing as you please with your work. He’s too nervous to talk to you in real life, so he might ask a mutual friend for your number for the chance to compliment your music. He’s glad he took so much interest in your actual work, it meant the two of you had plenty to talk about once he contacted you.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

You! Make! Him! So! Nervous! Once he sees you dancing and singing so confidently along to such daring words, he is whipped for life. One small problem is that he can hardly even look at you without his face exploding into red and nervous laughter taking over his mouth, leaving him no room to actually speak. He believes you’re so much cooler and more confident than him, so he just sort of loses his wits around you. If he ever works up the confidence to actually speak to you, he’ll get out a couple of words before laughing and nodding himself out of the conversation. But please, you’re now his idol and he completely adores you.

VERNON CHWE

Like Myungho, he might not have much of an opinion either way. He’ll most likely get into your music just so he has something to talk to you about if he ever runs into you. He really admires the confidence you have in your performances and music. He knows it can be intimidating to put yourself out there, so he thinks it’s really cool that you seem to do it so easily. If he runs into you out and about, that’s exactly what he’ll tell you. And you’re not exactly sure why, but having this sweet, quiet boy tell you he admires you leaves you with a warm feeling in your stomach.

LEE CHAN

So unbelievably impressed by you. He also really, really likes your style and takes a lot of inspiration from it. He’d love to be able to release a project that has as powerful of a vibe as you give off. If he sees you in real life, he’ll actively shove down his nervous feelings from his crush and approach you right away to ask for artistic advice. You’ll actually end up discussing your music and style at length, with Dino listening intently, and participating enthusiastically. You’ll end up making plans with each other to possibly do a project together.

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1800-omi · 3 years

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the kind of date the karasuno boys would take you on.

karasuno, inarizaki, aoba johsai, shiratorizawa...

characters: daichi, suga, asahi, noya, kageyama, hinata, tsukki, yams

warnings/genre: gender neutral reader, fluff

notes: awee coming up with date ideas was hard sorry if some of them are short ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Asahi

He’d take you to an art museum <3

It’s been said before and imma say it again — man is a big softie and has a great appreciation for art that he’d love to share with you

As you guys look around at the various paining, he explains the backstory behind almost all of them to you, it is obvious he is very passionate about this

He doesnt talk to others about his interests much so when he’s doing this, he’s really telling you he trusts you

He’d slowly grab your hand while you guys are walking around the museum, trying to play it cool but knowing damn well he a mess

Afterwards you guys would go get something to eat and perhaps talk more about how you felt about the art

Sugawara

koushi would take you ice skating

If you don’t know how to skate, he’d obviously teach you and would try to keep you from falling as much as possible, so youre gonna end up on his arms instead a couple times.

Him grabbing your both hands and dragging you around the skating rink, pulling you close and spinning you around while smiling at you

He himself is not a great ice-skater either so you might witness him fall on his bum a couple times while he tries to show off

Will skate towards you quite quickly, making you slightly scared before stopping and kissing you then poking your nose, “bop!”

Daichi

Classic cinema date

Probably takes you to see a horror movie

His original plan was that you would get scared and he’d get to act like some big romantic hero or something, but just just ends up ranting about how the main character is stupid

Slowly geabs your hand, holding it tightly whenever you flinch

He’d be the one paying for the snacks obv <3

Afterwards he’d walk you home, stopping at your doorstep, telling you how much he enjoyed the night before kissing you. Just like in movies.

Kageyama

Tobio isnt really the romantic type so he was quite confused when it came to picking out a date so he ended up asking the team for help

in the end they decided to have him cook dinner for you for a romantic dinner at his house

By “have him cook” i mean have them all cook dinner because not one man in the karasuno team knows how to properly cook

Noya, Hinata and Tanaka asked him to stay and spy on the date, he obviously kicked them out of the house

The dinner ended up being pretty nice, you were actually suprised to see tobio was going for something more romantic

He was a little bit awkward during it but thats alright <3

Hinata

He would take you to an amusement park and it would be the most chaotic time ever

Shoyo would try to show off and win you some prizes (probably failing the first couple times) After winning the prizes, he’d hold them like a trophy and give them to you

Would challenge you to see who’s better at the games

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that much cotton candy

Would make you go in one of those scary big roller coasters with him and you’d both get out happy to be able to live another day

Tsukishima

Since he couldn’t be bothered to actually take you out somewhere he just invited you over to his house

He made sure he’d be home alone so that no one else would bother you two

He didn’t even plan on watching a movie or anything similar, he just make you two some sandwiches and yall spent your time playing video games

He might’ve muttered that he loves you a couple times

yall kissed a little perhaps

Maybe even cuddle a little who knows

Yamaguchi

He wouldn’t take you out he’d invite you to his house!

Tadashi would order pizza and get snacks and blankets and get everything ready and perfect for your movie night with him! He’d get all stressed hoping that everything will go well

Y’all would watch comfort movies and cuddle

At first he’s kinda shy when it comes to cuddling but afterwards you’d be suprised at how much physical affection he wants to give and receive,, perhaps he’ll offer some kisses too

You two fall asleep on each other by the end of the movie

Reblogs are very appreciated <3

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therealvalkyrie · 3 years

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Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 5

very pretty, very beautiful

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: intoxication, swearing, feelings, nightmare, fluff, mentions of a deadly car accident

AN: WHOAH OKAY. So I’ve been thinking about the last half of this chapter every second of every minute for the last two days. It has haunted my dreams, y’all. Thanks to that, you get this before the weekend! Yay! Special thanks to @ghostlightprincess, @anlian-aishang, @cant-spell-slay-without-lay, and @horseanon--simpforall for helping me edit and giving me many encouragements and compliments which, quite frankly, made my head the size of Jupiter. I love you all dearly. As always, let me know what you think in my comments/DMs/askbox!! Don’t be a stranger!! And be kind to yourself and others<3 ~valkyrie

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(read chapter 4 here)

“I think you’re very pretty.”

I think you’re very pretty?

Fuck. Shit.

“I-I-I mean,” Levi feels his throat tighten and cheeks set ablaze, “You’re very, uh, very beautiful.” He says it because it’s true, and the truth is what Levi relies on when his brain is short-circuiting. You’re more than pretty, more than something as trivial as very pretty, you’re gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes his palms sweat. Recently, you’ve been everywhere: in his bed, in his arms, in the periphery of his life even outside of the apartment. It’s overwhelming, this is overwhelming, how his hands are on you and how you’re looking up at him with insecure, anticipatory eyes. They’re glassy and red-rimmed, pupils blown to saucers.

Oh. That’s right, she’s high.

Levi lets his hand drop from the top of your head. He tries to move his other hand away from your cheek, but you grasp his wrist to keep it there. He can feel his own pulse fluttering under your fingertips.

“Very beautiful?” It’s soft, hopeful.

He forces himself not to retract the statement (because it’s true) out of self-preservation.

“Very beautiful, kid.” He can say it without stuttering this time. It’s important that you believe him, and it’s equally important that this is as far as it goes.

You close your eyes against the pet name and turn your face into his palm for a split second, press a swift kiss to it and then drop your hand to your lap. His heart stutters. He drops his hand, too.

“Thank you,” the words fall past your lips, careful and distant, as he takes a step back.

He needs some space. To get his head on straight, to scream into a pillow, to talk some sense into himself. Can’t risk this, not with you, not with you.

“Your, um, your pajamas,” he points to the end of the bed where they’re sitting in a neat pile, then turns tail and strides out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

In his room, his jelly legs finally give out and he flops onto his bed.

Fucking hell.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

What kind of question is that? Do you not think you’re pretty? Do you care if he, specifically, thinks you’re pretty, or was it intended more generally? Very pretty, very beautiful. What does that even mean?

Levi may not be eloquent in the least, may not know how to confess that you make his every breath burn in his chest, but he does know how to paint. He stands up, wiping sweaty palms on his flannel pants and examining the painting on his easel. His mom stares back, her eyes sparkling, her hair tumbling over one shoulder in ebony waves. It had taken him the last few days to get the curls just right, and when he added the last highlights of shine, it’d finally felt complete.

“Sorry, mama,” he murmurs as he lifts her to set her against the wall under the window.

A new canvas procured from his closet finds its place on the easel. He sifts through his supply drawers for a moment, setting paints and brushes and charcoal neatly on his desk.

He takes a deep breath, situates himself in his wheelie chair, and leans forward to start sketching.

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It’s 5 AM when you start screaming in a long, shuddering cry, causing Levi to jolt up in his seat, paintbrush poised over your left temple. It breaks off into sobs that make his gut twist and hands clench. A long moment, then you’re letting out another keening wail and Levi is out of his seat. Paint splatters from the brush where he drops it on his desk and his chair rolls back as he runs, ripping doors open and narrowly avoiding furniture in the dark.

You’re sprawled out, thrashing on the bed, sheets tangled with your legs. Levi sits on the edge of your bed, brows pinched in worry, and reaches for your shoulders. This is okay — he can touch you when you ask for his help. When you whimper and reach for him in your sleep, he can pull you close and smooth a hand across the planes of your back. It’s when you’re looking at him, all trusting and expectant for something, that he’s unsure.

He says your name, low and urgent, once, twice, before your eyes open mid-sob. They’re wide and terrified, your jaw tight, muscles clenched. “It’s me, kid, it’s just me,” he intones, “It was just a dream, you’re safe, it’s just me.”

Your heaving chest slows for a second, hitches somewhere in your sternum, and then you’re launching yourself forward and into him. He catches you there, steady against his chest.

“Breathe.” He sets an example with his own deep breaths.

It’s a long minute before he feels you relax at all, before he feels you sigh against his neck. Your arms are tight around his middle and you must be stronger than you look because after a while it starts to pinch. He doesn’t mind, though, just traces patterns on your back and stares at the pale wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He feels you shake your head.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

You hesitate before you whisper, “Only if you stay.”

Levi thinks about the wet paintbrush currently drying to his desk. He thinks about the mess of clothes on your floor. He thinks of the half-finished painting of you in his room. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

You pull back, and he gets a look at your face in the near-dark. Your eyes are still acutely haunted, but they’ve regained awareness. He lets you take a moment to wipe at your cheeks as he reaches to gently disentangle the sheets and spread them more carefully over your legs.

He looks up at you again to catch your sad eyes with his. Your head is tilted quizzically, knowingly, sympathetically all at once as though he were the one who just woke up screaming. It makes him itch.

“What’s that look for?” he grumbles, toeing his slippers off and tucking them under your bed.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Come here, please.”

He blinks at you for a second. That’s my line. But he goes, crawling into bed with you and slipping under the covers. He lets you tug his arm gently so that he’s on your chest. He gets comfortable there, one arm thrown over your waist and head rested over your heart. Your own arms find a home cautiously around him. You exhale with the grounding pressure of his body on yours and let your mind sink into calm release.

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The knock on your door breaks your attention from your laptop. You sigh, finish typing your sentence, and push your blue light glasses up your nose before standing up to answer it.

You’re not expecting anyone, but maybe Levi is. He’s been holed up in his room all morning, Chopin drifting lazily under his door, probably studying. Like you’ve been trying to. The second series of knocks on your door makes you jog the last few steps to pull it open.

“Hi—” the greeting dies in your throat when you see who’s standing there.

“Hi,” Annie says. She’s standing, nonchalant as ever, in her winter parka and leggings, holding two to-go cups and a pastry bag.

“What?” It’s a breathless question, genuinely confused. It doesn’t harbor the animosity you would expect — you’re not sure you can feel anything other than queasy right now.

“I got your voicemail.”

You blink in confusion. She rolls her eyes and thrusts the to-go cups at you with a brief “hold these” before reaching into her pocket for her phone. You just stare at her while she taps and scrolls for a minute. She looks the same as before you stopped speaking: blonde hair tucked into a bun at the back of her head and hoodie peeking out of the collar of her jacket. Maybe a little more tired, though Annie always seemed to be tired.

She holds up her phone for you to hear as a voicemail starts playing and, to your further shock, your own tinny voice spills out. It sounds like you’re crying, and slightly muffled.

“Annie, hi, um, I know it’s late but I couldn’t think of anyone else to call, I just,” sniffle, “I know we’re not talking and I’m still mad at you, like REALLY MAD, okay? But I couldn’t think of who else to call and long story short I think I’m in love with Levi and he might’ve just rejected me but I just couldn’t tell—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you cut in across your own voice, stepping into the hall with her and toeing the door almost shut behind you. She stops the voicemail. “But why are you here?” You know why she’s here — Annie never backs down from anything, and you had started the conversation, even if you’d been drunk and high and half asleep and you don’t really remember doing it.

“You called, here I am. That’s what best friends do.” Her tone is even.

“Not best friends who fuck their best friends’ boyfriends,” you snap, anger finally bursting from your stomach and into your throat.

She closes her eyes impatiently, sighs, then looks at you again not quite pleadingly.

“Look, if you want me to leave, I’ll leave. But I’m here now and there’s more to the story that you aren’t aware of.”

“What else could there possibly be?”

“Let’s go for a walk and I’ll tell you,” she offers, then holds up the pastry bag. “I brought coffee and donuts. They’re jelly.”

Jelly donuts are your favorite.

You look down at the cups in your hand. You look back at her steady blue gaze. More to the story.

“Fine.” You turn and kick the door open a little too harshly. “Just let me get dressed.”

She follows you in, even though you don’t extend an invitation, and closes the door softly. You put the cups down on the coffee table and watch her sit in her usual spot on the couch to wait for you out of the corner of your eye. You scowl but say nothing.

It only takes you a minute to shuck off to pajamas and pull on jeans, a sweatshirt, and boots. You don’t bother with a bra.

You knock lightly on Levi’s door and call through, “I’m going for a walk, so make sure to lock up if you leave. I have my keys.” You jingle them as evidence and he grunts in acknowledgment. “Let’s go,” you turn and address Annie, who stands.

The walk down your street to the river is short and habitual, your feet carrying you while your mind races. You can feel the anger and hurt, visceral and stabbing, in your chest. But there’s also something tender there, too, something that acknowledges how you missed your best friend. Something that screams at you to tackle her to the ground and feel her stoic comfort. Instead, you shove your hands deeper into the pockets of Eren’s jacket and kick a pebble, sending it skidding down the sidewalk.

The pair of you reach the walking bridge over the river and pause at the railing. The sky is overcast, threatening a snowstorm. A car beeps downtown, reaching you distantly. Annie hands you a coffee and a donut. You lean against the railing and avoid her gaze.

“So. You wanted to talk. Talk.” You bite into the donut.

She sighs through her nose. “I know what you saw. We… we did kiss, but we didn’t do anything else. We never had sex.”

“Hmm.” A sip of coffee.

“I know you have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m guessing you didn’t exactly listen to Reiner when you broke up with him?”

“I didn’t have time for his bullshit excuses.”

She breaks off a bit of her donut and stares at it contemplatively for a moment, “I know you don’t owe either of us anything, and this isn’t meant as an excuse, but will you listen to why, at least?”

You press your lips together, sneak a look into her devastatingly blue eyes, and nod. What harm can it do? And you have to admit there’s a large part of you that’s been wondering at the why, even if you’ve refused to hear it.

“Okay. Tell me why.”

She takes a deep breath and leans her elbows on the railing before starting to speak, low and pensive.

“I’ve known Reiner and Bertholdt a long time, since we were kids. We’ve always been this… this odd group. You wouldn’t think we were close if you didn’t know us. But it wasn’t always just us.” She pauses, looking distant. “Do you know Porco Galliard?”

Galliard… “He’s a sophomore on the lacrosse team, right?”

“Yeah. Do you know what happened to his brother?”

“He has a brother?”

“Had. Marcel. He was a year older than us but somehow ended up in our little group. And a couple of years ago, senior year of high school, we were all in a car accident. He was home on winter break and we’d all had a little too much to drink, and we convinced him to take us to Denny’s for midnight milkshakes. And, well, there was a winter storm coming in and it’d been freezing rain that week, and we crashed. Marcel died. It was… I hadn’t…” She pauses, tilting her head back to the sky, blinking away tears. “It was horrible.”

Your eyes have gone wide, cast downriver. You don’t know what you’d expected when you walked down here, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t Annie, only rivaled in her stoicism by Levi, choking back tears and wiping snot from her nose.

“Hey,” you start, voice gentler than it’s been all day. “You don’t have to—”

“No, no, I want to, just... give me a second,” she interjects, wringing out a hand. She takes a deep, purposeful breath.

“Okay,” you whisper, looking back out across the water.

“It, uh, it hit us all really hard, brought us really close together. That’s why we all ended up at school here, actually. It kinda made us realize that, like, time is limited, you know? We don’t have forever. And Bertl, he…” she smiles, watery and reminiscent. “When he asked me out, it felt like a long time coming. It was just about perfect. He felt safe and like home, and… well, you know how in love we were. But I could see that it alienated Rei, at least a bit. He tried not to show it, but I could tell he felt like a third wheel. He was already drifting away from us, still struggling with all this guilt.”

Your breath catches in your throat. That’s a familiar feeling. Guilt. And yet, you’d never noticed it in Reiner, apparently never got close enough to shine a flashlight into his darkest shadows. He’d always seemed so… sunshiney. You clearly hadn’t given him enough credit to dislodge the aura of jock frat boy he projects so brightly.

Soft dough squishes under your fingertips where you’ve resorted to playing with your food instead of eating it as Annie continues.

“And then he met you and fell in love so fast. I was so relieved, I mean, you and I were roommates and it was just perfect, right?” You look at her and see a flicker of hopefulness still there. “I thought maybe you two getting together would bring him back to us, that maybe we’d be alright after all. And at first, it did. But then you moved off campus for sophomore year and he started drifting away again, though he was at least anchored to you, this time. It scared me, it really did.”

She kicks the bottom of the railing lazily, as if to expend the sadness there rather than in her words. The first fat flakes of snow drift down around you. One dances away on your exhale.

“He’s so withdrawn, sometimes, in his own head, and I never know how to reach him there. I didn’t know if he had told you about Marcel, or anything, so I couldn’t go through you. I don’t… I didn’t know what to do, so I just... let it fester. That night, when we kissed, I hadn’t seen him physically for a month. It hurt.”

She looks at you imploringly, like the weight of everything she’s saying lies on deep hurt. You can relate to feeling as though there’s nothing but hurt and guilt and drifting.

“So I figured out where he was from his Snapchat story, abandoned my group project, and went over there to see him. I didn’t know what I’d say or do when I got there, just that I had to get him back, somehow. He was already plastered, you know how he gets, and he wasn’t listening to me, so I just… kissed him. I don’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t know you were there, I didn’t even know you saw until he called me the next day after you broke up with him to chew me out.

“So, long story short,” her voice breaks on a mournful, almost hysterical laugh, “I fucked up the three most important relationships to me in one night because I couldn’t use my words.” She wipes at wet cheeks, not looking at you. “So, um. Yeah, that’s the why, I guess. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or him, but I just… I needed you to know. It wasn’t like, this elaborate affair.”

You aren’t sure how to right your brain from the way it’s tilted off kilter. It’s so much, so different from what you’d built up in your head. There’s no conspiracy, no grand intention to break you.

Even with all this new information, what stupidly slips out first is, “Did he kiss you back?” You blanch, turn to her with wide eyes, “Sorry, that’s not exactly im—”

“No, it’s fine,” she meets your eyes. “He did kiss me back.”

“Oh. Okay, um…” you trail off, bite your lip. You don’t know what exactly to say. Your skin is tight with the urge to forgive her immediately and wholly, but logic holds you back. Now that you know the truth, you need time to heal and get some perspective. You straighten up from where you’d been slouching against the railing. “Okay. You’ve been honest, so I will be, too.”

She stands up fully as well, facing you with one hand on the railing.

“I don’t know how I feel right now,” you start. “I think I need some time and perspective. But, I… I can see now where I went wrong, too. I assumed the worst, didn’t let any communication happen.” You swallow down the lump in your throat threatening to choke your voice. “And, I wasn’t there for Rei like I should have been. I had no idea — no idea! — what he was going through.”

“Well, he didn’t exactly tell you—”

“And why is that?” Your voice breaks, squeaks with the question. “Did he feel like he couldn’t confide in me? Did I make it too much about me and my trauma? I wasn’t exactly shy about telling him my shit.” You take a long draw of coffee. “Anyway. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?”

She nods. “He’d like that.”

You’re both quiet for a moment, watching the sparse snow flurry around you. Annie finally starts eating her donut.

“I’ve missed you,” you confess into the storm. “A lot.”

“I missed you, too.”

Your chest aches with both the cold air and the conflicting feelings of relief and regret.

“Why, uh… why didn’t you tell me all that stuff about Marcel?”

She leans on the railing again, takes a sip of coffee before answering. “I was still working through it. Still am, rather. I didn’t know how to bring it up, or that it was relevant.”

You hum, nodding. “I get that.”

There’s another silence, but it feels lighter, less charged. There are still questions bouncing around your mind, but you decide it’s better to process through them on your own rather than blurting out something stupid. Perspective.

“So,” she shoots you a look under blonde eyelashes, “what’s this about you being in love with Levi?”

“Aw, shit,” you laugh, leaning your elbows back on the railing and giving her an imploring look. “It really snuck up on me.”

“Is that so? Can’t say I’m shocked.” Her tone is dry, a little amused around the last bite of jelly donut. She wipes her fingers on her leggings and faces you. “And you think he rejected you.”

“Well, I…” you cringe, thinking back to last night. “He called me very beautiful.”

“Doesn’t sound like a rejection.”

“It was the way he said it! Like it physically hurt him to admit, and then he just ran out of the room,” you whine, scrubbing a hand down your face.

“I think that’s just his emotional constipation.”

You look at her sharply, mouth agape, to catch her eyes dancing and the corner of her lip curling upward slightly. “Annie!”

“What? I’m right.” She finishes off her coffee, tilting back the cup to catch the last dregs of it. “He likes you, or he’s an idiot if he doesn’t.”

You narrow your eyes in doubt, mirroring her half-smile. “Hmm. We’ll see.”

“Yes,” she promises, crumpling up the pastry bag in her fist and stuffing it in her pocket. “We will.”

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(read part 6 here)

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mammon-chan · 4 years

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Deja Vu (Mammon x F!MC)

TW: blood, death, violent thoughts

A scream echoed through the House of Lamentation. It was a common sound – sometimes Asmodeus would screech about someone stealing his hair products, or Leviathan would yell about missing out on a limited-edition figurine. However, this time, the scream was unfamiliar – higher pitched than the rest of the brothers’ and was silenced quickly.

Mammon, who had walked along the corridor to try and spy on your conversation of Lucifer, raced towards the source. You were lying there, on the ground, battered and bloodied. His own brother, who was supposed to be on exchange in the human world, laughed hysterically as he was pulled back by Lucifer and Beelzebub.

Mammon didn’t understand anything people were saying – there was a roaring in his ears he couldn’t silence. He knelt beside you. Carefully, Mammon pulled your semi-conscious body into his arms. “Elena! Hang in there! Elena!”

“Mammon, you look like such a fool!” Belphegor sneered. “A human’s about to kick the bucket, and yet here you are, panicking as if it’s the end of the world!” He could barely finish his sentence due to his laughter, a crazed look in his eyes that Mammon didn’t recognise.

Your eyes fluttered, shifting to meet his. Your face was tense as you tried to fake a smile, your voice quiet within the din as you spoke, “at least I kept that promise, huh?” His mind went blank as he tried to decipher what you mean.

He was sitting on your bed. His hands shook as he wrapped bandages around your arm, the shock of you nearly dying at Leviathan’s hand, whilst he’d tripped, unable to stop anything from happening was still evident. Lucifer had stepped in at the last minute, saving you from harm’s way. Leave it to Lucifer to clean up Mammon’s messes, he had thought bitterly.

“…Listen. The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save you, all right? Don’t you forget that.” He paused, swallowing as his hands slid away from yours. Seeming to hesitate before he continued, “…And if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it?!”

A short silence, and you nodded, giving him a small smile. “All right.” You answered. “I promise.” With your uninjured hand, you locked pinkies with him

Mammon shook his head. “No. No, you’re not gonna die, ya hear me? Don’t you dare die!” He yelled. Tears blurred his vision as they fell down his cheeks. His glasses were getting smeared and he could barely see. He didn’t care.

Raising a hand up to cup his face, your thumb grazed against his cheek. Your lips moved to form words he would never hear. He felt your hand drop and your eyes fluttered shut.

He doesn’t know how long he held you for. Curses spewed from his mouth as he screamed and cried. At some point he was pulled away from your body by Lucifer who had an odd look of concern on his face. He had tried to calm Mammon down. It doesn’t work. Mammon broke free from Lucifer’s grasp and bolted out of the house as fast as he could. Never stopping, never looking back.

When he finally arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle, Barbatos was there, waiting for him. With the same polite smile as ever, he greeted Mammon. “So, you still haven’t managed it?” It feels like he’s being mocked. He ignored the comment and passed Barbatos.

“One more time. I’ll save her this time.” He swore on it.

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He awoke with a start. It all felt like a bad dream that would never end.

After getting changed into his uniform, he barged into your room as always, to find you, sat at your vanity mirror, seeming to have spaced out. It was normal to find you staring into space – he almost laughed with how regular the sight he saw was. You snapped out of your dream-world and your eyes met with his reflection. Due to the amount of times the brothers had barged into your room, you didn’t seem to be rattled by the fact he’d entered unannounced. “Good morning, mi amor!”

His eyes widened, and in just a few steps, he encases you within a rib-breaking hug that would rival Beelzebub’s.

You let out a small squeak of surprise and patted his arm in hopes he’d let you go so you could breathe. He loosened his grip but kept a firm hold on you. As he spoke, he rested his head on your shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. Just– Lemme stay like this for a little longer.” His voice was barely above a whisper. Your fingers threaded through his hair, and he let out a sigh.

“I feel like I’ve failed you,” He whispered.

You stiffened under his grasp, and he cursed himself for letting his thoughts slip out. “What?”

“Agh, nothin’, nothin’!” He let go of you and waved his hands precariously in front of him and grinned, making an obvious show of ‘nothing’ being wrong. “Was just talkin’ to myself, don’t ya worry, Elena.” You stared at him for a long moment, before you nodded.

“If you say so, love.”

Mammon could tell you hadn’t believed a word he had said. However, you weren’t the type to pry too much, so you didn’t question him. And for now, just being here with you was enough.

You were alright. Everything would be okay.

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But he knows that it isn’t. He spent the last year repeating the same day over and over. Trying, trying to save you. Always failing.

Each time you died seemed more devastating than the last – how could you keep disappearing during your conversation with Lucifer, then suddenly show up with Belphegor? He didn’t understand.

He’d tried, time and time again to follow you, but each time, he’d get stuck at the stairs that led to the attic. And surely you weren’t up there, because nobody was allowed there, except Lucifer.

Sometimes his anger would bubble up too much, and he’d even contemplate on whether he should murder his own brother, Belphegor, after he’d killed you so many times. Or at least severely injuring him before his brothers got in the way. Perhaps he could force him to talk about how he killed you when he was supposed to be in the human world. The violent urges would pass within minutes, and he’d mentally beat himself up over the fact he’d even think about killing his own brother.

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You had died once again. He had found you, half conscious, being dragged out to the hallway by his brother, who’s chest puffed out with pride at killing a ‘measly’ human that he despised. At some point, during one of the many times he’d repeated the timeline, he’d stopped crying when you died. He’d grown numb to the sensation of grief stabbing away at his heart. Instead, he turned, his head lowered, fists swung tightly by his sides. He left the House of Lamentation as his brothers mourned after you, and headed, as always, to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

The first thing Mammon had saw was Barbatos, stood by the entrance. His lips were curled into a smirk, and Mammon walked forward. He swung his fist forwards towards the other demon’s face, and Barbatos caught the punch before it landed, twisting Mammon’s hand away from him before he released.

“There’s no point in getting upset at me for your own failures.” The butler turned and walked back inside, and Mammon followed him inside, just like clockwork.

“You’re right.” He mumbled and stretched out his hand, fingers running over the fingernail marks that had bit into his palm.

He had followed Barbatos into his room, watched as he opened the door once again for him. If he stepped through, everything would be reset once again. You wouldn’t be dead anymore. You would be alive, in the Devildom.

With the next step he took, his demon form took place. After all the repeats of the same timeline, in the same dimension, he had grown more powerful. He could feel this extra energy surging through his veins, urging him to finally make a move. Barbatos turned towards Mammon as he stepped forward again, and with one swift blow to the head, he was down. He kicked the door shut, moving towards another door before Barbatos could recover. He was just thankful that Barbatos had explained which door contained which power, or he would’ve been lost in the time-loop forever. He yanked the door open.

“There’s only one way for us to be happy.” He muttered to himself as he stepped into the void beyond the doorway.

If he couldn’t save you, then he would create a universe where you would never get hurt again.

And with that last thought, his vision turned black.

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some of y’all might’ve been wondering: damn, jo hasn’t written/posted anything in a bit. jokes legit nobody has thought that and that’s because i’ve been working on this commission for the lovely @eckya! it’s actually the longest fic i’ve wrote in Years at around 1.4k words (which isn’t that long but shh)

they requested a fic with their custom MC inspired by madoka magica rebellion and it was pretty fun to play around/write with wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff. god i make myself cringe, this isnt 2012 tumblr

i hope y’all enjoy this fic bc it took a While due to quarantine fkjbggkj

if y’all did enjoy, feel free to tip my work here! or even commission me!

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vbee-miya · 3 years

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[romantic matchup]

╔═ @hisokaslittlepogchamp ═╝

➺︎ 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚎

Okay listen up u Kuroo kinnie

You’re a gamer that’s final wbk.

Question is are you confident enough to beat him in games and such 👀

Like manz would be a total legend playing Roblox especially like those game similar to murder mystery.

Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t have one of the highest win/kill streak there😃

And what about Zelda?

Mans is on beast mode.

Chile anyways 👩🏻‍🦯🐝🐝 what if y’all played Minecraft together 👀

It’s either he puts his bed next to yours or or he puts it to like the furthest point in the house.

But it doesn’t matter because gaming with Kenma is already elite enough.

Disrupt him during his gaming - off with the wheelchair you go ♿️♿️♿️

Anyways enough about the gaming miss ma’am

He wouldn’t care how many sports you’ve played. Like deadass but he’d find it cool how his girlfriend is that athletic.

If you do end up going to the military mister sir will talk about you during his streams 🥺 until you come back.

But if you don’t proceed with that option and some last minute miracle occurs he’d still talk about you during his streams 🥺.

Watch him play some songs off your Spotify. Cuz mister sir doesn’t have premium, even though he has the money he just doesn’t want it.

When he first met you he’d think you were intimidating, but then after talking to you he really was like she isn’t that bad as I thought she was

He likes how observant you are and that’s a final.

Downside of this relationship is that yes. Because no 😃 ✨✨🎷🐝

➺︎ 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘

Okay okay okay miss ma’am yes I know u like him, but let’s take it back a bit and examine why.

He’d hate you

First glance you were a goner, definitely too intimidating.

He’d avoid you.

BUUUTTTTTTTT miss ma’am when he started talking to you -

😏🤌🏼🤌🏼

Bing BaM BooM Miss ma’am he’s all yours

Go getchu sommmmeee 😏😏😏

Netflix and chill?

He’s never heard

But Spotify and chille? 😏 hell yeah.

Listen this man hates country music, idc, but when you’re listening to music with him he’d hide his phone screen and add like a shit load of country music on queue.

Hehehe kiss kiss fall in love. 😏

Then suddenly country music starts playing and the session is over and he’s laughing hella.

Idk depending on you it’s no walking privileges for him. But do what he did to him your a goner😃🤌🏼

No one messes with Suna when he’s trying to vibe.

He seems like the type to like people who’s more on the detailed oriented side. The more they can observe things and gain knowledge of I feel like it’ll be lwk hot to him. Idk idk

You 🤝 Suna

⇡taking a certain pride in reading/predicting others

Downside of this relationship is nothing because I’m actually stupid and yeah 🥰

➺︎ 𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚢𝚊

Okayyyyy Atsumu kinnie

Dating him will be like dating yourself except one is more feral 😏

I mean mans look like Nick Wilde from Zootopia yk that mf fox 🤡

Anyways this piss head blonde will definitely be an arrogent shit thinking he’s the man

He’s not 😃

(Stop not me slandering my husband 🙈)

However there is a brightside.

Is there? Idk 😃 I feel like I’m making things up

Oops 😃

Anyways he’d like how independent you are. And that’s final.

He’d probably expect high expectations for you only cuz he’s trying to compete with you.

Idk does that make any sense? Probably not I’m too sleep deprived for this 🤪✌🏼️

Another really fun request. Sorry if I might’ve left out any blanks. Or if the characters weren’t who you’d hope to get.

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For those who are still waiting feel free to dm me if your request has been pending for about a month now.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝) 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #matchup *.·:·.✧

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mcxicancharm · 5 years

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( DIEGO BONETA + CISMALE ) — Have you seen ARISTÓTELES ‘ARI’ PINEDA ? This TWENTY-SIX-year-old is a CHEF who resides in THE BRONX. HE has been living in NYC for FIVE YEARS, and is known to be HARD-WORKING and PASSIONATE but can also be IMPULSIVE and OVERZEALOUS, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with AN OLD, RUSTY PIANO and A COLOURFUL NEIGHBOURHOOD IN MEXICO

hi, it’s me, your friendly dumb dumb and i… i have no explanation for this. nobody asked for this but i love diego boneta, i love tragic stories, i am mexican and proud and i got inspiration from a show i’m watching… so here you have this, it’s a wild ride so without further ado…. here it is, ari:

he was born in mexico city.

his estranged father is a wealthy mexican politician, they’ve barely talked in aris’ lifetime. on the other hand, his mother is a hardworking seamstress whom he adores and they have a very close relationship.

growing up, he always had to work to help his mom sustain their little family, he worked as a busboy and packing groceries, on his free time between school and work he would sing, which sometimes would get him money.

when he turned eleven, advised by a friend, ari entered a talent show in a big mexican tv network, although he didn’t win, doors opened to him since he made it to the finals. (i might’ve based the talent show part on DIEGO’S REAL LIFE don’t judge that’s how i met him and i’ve been in love with him since)

aris got to star in some telenovelas and even recorded some albums and bought a nice house for him and his mother, he was living the dream, but quickly he grew tired of his life in the spotlight and decided to retire to live a normal life.

he quickly realized his love for cooking and food and decided he wanted to become a chef someday.

when he retired from the spotlight, ari decided he needed a new start somewhere else, that’s when he convinced his mother to move to new york because i was his dream, and she accepted.

when ari turned 15, he met a boy who completely changed his life. before meeting him; ari had never felt attracted to anyone in his life, so when this boy showed up in his school, he completely turned his world upside down.

firstly, they became really close friends; this kid was ari’s first real friend, the first person besides his mom that truly cared enough to get to know him, to try and look behind the mask of positivism. things started to get messy when ari realized his feelings for his friend weren’t exactly the friendly type.

It took a whole journey of discovery to come to terms with being in love with a guy. Against all odds, those feelings where reciprocated and the two started off a relationship that truly marked Ari. They dated until they graduated high school, when Ari’s boyfriend had to move to start off college and they decided long distance simply wouldn’t work. as much as they loved each other, they had to let go before the relationship became bitter memories.

ari then enrolled in the culinary institute of ny, where he got his aas in culinary arts.

that’s where he met the second person who changed his world forever: Natalie.

she quickly helped him mend his broken heart, she became his best friend, his confidant, his family. he fell in love a second time. the night they graduated from college, natalie gave him the news; she was pregnant.

arturo pineda was born on February, 2013 and completely and utterly changed ari’s life forever. he was in complete awe, besotted by the creature him and natalie had created.

a year after arturo was born, on ari’s birthday and after going out to celebrate with natalie, the couple had a terrible car accident and natalie didn’t made it. ari was left with the guilt of taking his kid’s mom from him before he could learn how to walk.

ever since natalie’s death, ari has dedicated his entire life to his kid, his mother and his work, he is now sous chef of a high-end restaurant in brooklyn. he might have a slight problem with alcohol (see? pattern, 3/3)

personality wise, he tends to be a tad closed off about his past since it hurts him and is a bit immature since he never got to truly live his childhood (reason why loves being so involved in arturo’s life and childhood and would do everything to give him what his son wants), can also be hot-headed.

however, despite all the hurt he’s endure, ari is a hard-working, caring and easy-going young man who really just wants his little boy to be happy and wants to see everybody happy. also a bit flirty? he hasn’t had a relationship since natalie because it’s hard for him bc he is a dad.

oh yeah he is v mexican and v proud, js

if you managed to read this whole mess… god bless you my friend, really. i love y’all and i am sorry for this but if y’all wanna plot with this giant mess hmu or like this and i’ll come to you soon PROMISE ily all sm tho u have no idea

#codintro #tw: death mention #tw: alcoholism #//ok i'm off to do replies now #//i was just excited to introduce you to my boy #//my weird ass names jfc

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seven things | h.hyunjin

↭ genre: enemies to lovers au (kinda); fluff

↭ word count: 4.27k (i might’ve gone slightly crazy)

↭ a/n: yEs i is back!!!! here’s a hyunjin scenario that i don’t really like to make up for my disappearance from posting works :D i’m writing this on a whim so it might seem like i’m on crack but really it’s just me on a daily basis,, also this turned out way longer than i expected whoOps

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ok so

you were waiting outside the cafe that you and hyunjin usually go to

and y’all might be wondering

why don’t you just go in??

that’s what i’m wondering too

well because

your best friend was late,,, for the 3rd time that week

and to say you were pissed was an understatement

just as you whipped your phone out to message that not so little nuisance, you heard rushed footsteps getting closer and closer

and you turn just in time to get aTTACKEd by this boy

“i’m SO sorry y/n i overslept and like i really tried to come on time but then the bus was late too and-”

“just stfu and never talk to me again”

well then

“noOOoOo y/n don’t say that i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll try my best not to be late from now onwards :(”

and like you really wanted to be mad at him

really

but he was pouting and your heart was going boom boom

because he just looked really adorable

so you just ended up going “ugh fine”

which was the cOmplete opposite of this whole speech you had planned in your head

about how you were going to stop being friends with him and move to another continent,,,,,,,,,,

yea maybe that wasn’t such a good speech

but you weren’t going to let him go that easily too

so, you being the absolute tease

“you know i think it was better when we hated each other”

oUCh

and hyunjin being the drama king he is

decides to go overboard and clutches his chest, staggering around the entrance of the cafe

you just roll your eyes and walk into the cafe,,, ignoring the poor boy outside

as you scan the cafe for seats, you feel a weight on your shoulder

“you know the feeling of hate was never mutual”

and you look up to look at the party responsible for this new burden

and well let’s just say you were about to combust on the spot

because your best friend was one good looking boy

and like all this violent rush of thoughts took you back to when the only “feelings” you had for him was hate

*cue flashback* i suck at transitions im sOrry

so you were just chilling in class,,, minding your own business as you doodle on your book

when the school’s most popular girl decides to spill her salad juice or whatever disgusting green thing she was drinking, all over your papers

and i mean, accidents happen ofc and you’re TOTALLY willing to let it go

if she had apologised

but she was clearly too popular for petty things like apOlogies

so you just open your mouth to fire at her when she cuts you right off

“that was my only juice, but i’ll forgive you since i’m so kind”

and you just stare at her like she grew 3 heads bcs

how is one so dUMb

“oH that was juice??? i thought you were drinking vomit, you know since it kinda matches up with your personality?”

oH no one messes with you

and you were trying really hard to hold your laughter in, because you were the sAss master and no one stood a chance against you

but she just whined like a little girl, with no proper comeback to match up to yours

“hyunjin baby!!! aren’t you going to say anything?!”

and you just realised the being standing behind her,,,, hwang hyunjin

soccer team’s star player/captain and pretty much the most popular boy

half the school was drooling whenever he passed by

and i mean,,, it’s not like the girls didn’t have good taste or anything of that sort

because this boy was sculpted by the gOds,,,, and you would be lying if you didn’t let yourself glance at him a little longer than needed when passing by

but like all cliche stories, the most popular girl and the most popular boy were dating

i mean,,, cmOn it’s a given

till this day you were still wondering how in heavens they ended up together,,, one’s a plain bitch and the other,,, well, not so much of an asshole

but all thoughts of him potentially being nice unlike his girlfriend flew out of the window in like a millisecond

“hey y/n maybe you shouldn’t have left your bag to block the aisles”

bij say whAT

first of all,,, your bag was tucked close to your table, bcs you were a responsible student who cared for the well-being of other students,,, most of the time

second of all,,, how did he know your name??

you were pretty sure you never mentioned it

but as these thoughts were running through your head, rendering you silent,,, the bij thought she had “won” and took hyunjin’s hand with a smug face, walking off

and you were too busy caught up in your own thoughts to notice the apologetic look hyunjin was desperately trying to get across to you,,,,

but you knew one thing for sure after that small incident

you hated hwang hyunjin

call yourself a niggling bij but that’s just you,,, you gotta deal with what you gotta deal

so since that day, every time you glanced at hyunjin, your glance turned into a glare and you made sure he caught that “glance” before you broke eye contact and stormed off

your petty-meter was seriously off charts,,,,,

and it pains you to admit it but mAyhaps the reason you were so pissed was because you had this teeeeeeeeeny tiny crush on him, just like the rest of the girls in the school

because although he was a jock and dating that evil witch, he seemed nice to enough to smile at anyone who made eye contact with him and like,,,, basically for being the opposite of being a generic athletic jerk

but nAh that one sentence was enough to snap you out of your delulu and go about your own day,,,, ya know, hating hyunjin and stuff

the usual

so this goes on for weeks, you giving hyunjin your famous glare and hyunjin feeling his heart break every time you do it,,,, bcs he’s never had anyone hate him before

one day you were at the library, rushing your assignments bcs dAmn the queen of sass was also a queen of procrastination

like mate, stop procrastinating

you binge-watched your show over the weekends and now you were seated at the library, regretting your life decisions

and you’re so focused like, it’s a miracle that you’re that focused

but some iDIOT just breaks that focus by sitting from across you on YOUR table

who dares

you look, ready to snap at this soul when you realise who it was

“hey y/n,,, can i sit here?”

“funny how you do it and then ask for permission”

at this hyunjin gives you a sheephish smile and goes

“well i had a hunch you wouldn’t have said yes if i had asked first”

“ding ding ding!!!!!! you’ve got the correct answer and earned yourself no shits from me!”

at this, you go back to your work, ignoring the cute pout hyunjin was now sporting because of your ignorance

3 minutes later and you’re disrupted again

“hey y/n,,, i’m sorry for what happened between you and her,,, i really didn’t mean to say that. i just wanted to let you know that i broke it off with her.”

“oh wow congrats”

you hear him sigh, feeling triumphant that you had gotten him to give up talking to you

well spoiler, you wERE WRONG

not even 2 minutes later

“hey, do you have a pen i can borrow? i lost mine,”

“hey do you know what this means”

“hey-”

tHAT WAS IT

“omG hyunjin i’m trying to finish my assignment will you just shut up for a while? like literally i’m willing to do anything to get you to shut up”

you furiously look back down at your assignment, wanting to get it over and done

and then you hear it

you hear him clearing his voice,,, indicating that he was about to speak again

just as you were about to cut him off

“anything?”

wut,,,,,

“what do you mean, anything?”

“you said you’ll do anything to get me to shut up. will you really?”

“ofC not what do you take me for??”

“okay then i guess i’ll just continue talking :>”

bOi

that did it for you

you slammed your book shut, and looked up at him, narrowing your eyes suspiciously

“what’s your deal?”

at this, hyunjin looks away, thinking for a while

just as you were starting to get impatient, he speaks up

“okay. okay okay okay. this is the deal. i’ll stop talking for the rest of the day if you promise that we can be friends. and that you won’t hate me anymore.”

well that was unexpeCTED

but you weren’t that easy

nah uh

“wOw you’re asking for a lot huh,,, hmmm let’s see,,,,,,,,,, no.”

and just as you were about to pack your stuff and move to another table, you hear something that stops you from moving

“i’ll help you with your assignment. i’ve already finished mine so it’ll be a piece of cake.”

now THAT was a good offer

“but i only help my friends with their assignments”

this lil sHIT

well played hwang hyunjin, well played *slowly claps*

you watched as he smirked at you, knowing that he had caught your weak spot

you had an internal debate with yourself, and finally came to a decision

will you regret this decision??

probably

but you were desperate

so you stare at him for a few seconds before extending your hand

“deal.”

he breaks out into a grin and grabs your hand, sealing the deal and the start of a new friendship

that night, just as you were about to sleep after that oh so eventful day you had, you hear your phone chime

you groan as you reach out, wanting to make as little movement as possible bcs,,,, you were lazy

you grab your phone by the tips of your fingers and check your messages

hyunjin: hey this is my address! [address]. see ya tmrw bestie <3

you roll your eyes at his attempts and type one letter before throwing your phone to the side and drifting off to dreamland, with a slight smile on your lips

you: k

the next morning,, you are there at hyunjin’s front door, right on time

bUt why aren’t you pressing the doorbell????

let’s be real,,, underneath all that sass, you were just a nervous teenage girl

before you could chicken out and leave, you smack yourself and press the doorbell

a few seconds later the door opens,, and you come face to face with a middle-aged woman

“hi dear, what can i do for you?”

aWkwArd,,,,

“uhm,,, i’m here to work on an assignment with hyunjin??”

“oh! hyunjin didn’t mention anything, but come right in!”

that little piece of uncultured swine

you walk into the house and stand around awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say

when his mother points you to his room, and lets you know that he’s probably still sleeping with a small shake of her head

hmMm looks like him oversleeping happens often

you contemplated if you should go in,,, cause ya know, privacy and shit

but you had to get your revenge??? obviously

so you silently walk in to the room and voila

there was that sleeping lump, sprawled across a queen sized bed

as you get closer, you can’t help but notice just how good looking he was

i mean sUre you’ve seen him around in school but

with the amount of peace he had on his face,,, he looked almost ethereal

but with that thought, you snapped out of it

bcs exCuse yOu

you’re here for revenge

not to admire the boy

so you carefully lift your leg,,, and muster all the strength in the world

and BAM

you just kicked him off the bed,,, him falling onto the floor with a loud thud

and it did the trick !!!!

he shot right up and looked around, vision hazy and mind still blurred

just as he was starting to come to his senses, his eyes focus on the one girl standing on the other side of the bed,, smirk evident on her face

“that’s what you get for leaving me alone with the adults in the house”

and you walk right out,, leaving him to stare at you speechless

time skip,,,, 5 hours later, and you’re all done with your assignment

and although you hated to admit it

it turned out pretty fricking amazing

thanks to your brain, your hardwork, a bit of hyunjin, but mostly your perseverance :D

oK but real talk literally you were screwed if he didn’t help so

you kinda owed him big time

“look man, thanks a lot for your help. i would have died without you”

and hyunjin just counters this statement with a smile and shakes his head, letting you know that it was okay

and you kindA felt bad,,,, i mean, you did try and kill him with your glares the past few weeks

and you weren’t thAt mean

so,,,

“uhm,,, do you think,, maybe,, we could start over? hard feelings forgotten?”

and this takes hyunjin by total surprise,,, like all he ever wanted was just to talk to you after seeing you stare him down the past few weeks

but he’d be lying if he said that his heart wasn’t bursting for joy bcs !!!! yay!!!! you didn’t hate him anymore!!!!! what a baby boy

so y’all start over that very day,,, and as expected, hit it off almost immediately

*end flashback*

sO back to now where you have an amazing best friend

pshhh best friend they say

what no i didn’t say anything

n E ways

oK fine,,, on top of him being your best friend, it was really no surprise that you fell for him

i mean cmon

he’s sweet

talented

bEautiful

and etc

but like bij nAh, you were never planning to confess bcs bij??? that could ruin your friendship????

everybody facepalm with me

so you just keep it a secret and try to live with it

except it was reaaally hard to keep it a secret

bcs you saw him almost every. single. day

he’s always asking you to do something with him

getting ice cream,, watching a movie,, going to the park

you even learned how to play soccer bcs he insisted on teaching you

but despite all this, you were still persistent that he saw you as nothing more than a friend,,, and that he did this with all his close friends

news flash: nO he did not

but since it was too much feelings for you to handle, you spill all of this to your other close friend, jisung

and he’s like

“oOOoO expected,,, why don’t you just confess??”

and you’re like

“are you duMB? it’s going to ruin our friendship?? i can’t do that??”

and he’s just like

“you’re the dumb one here sis, but go off, i guess”

bCs literally the whole world knew you two had heart eyes for each other

and by whole world, i mean jisung

and being xTra, he’s like,,, you know what?? i gotta get them together

so he “casually” makes a bet with you

and you’re like ooOoO fun

bcs you love bets

mainly has to do with the reason that you hardly ever lose one :>

so when jisung goes “if i get higher than you on this economics test, you gotta text hyunjin 7 reasons why you like him. no explanations given.”

and you really wanna say no and run away

but like

you were no coward

so you’re like “sUre bij bring it on, i was born ready for thi s”

so the day you get back your results, you’re more nervous for the bet than your grades

like you could fail, for all you care

but as long as you failed higher than jisung,, all’s fine

so when you get back your test with a 86 scribbled at the top, you grin to yourself,, convinced that there was no way he was gonna get any higher than you

but as you turn to show him your score,, your smile slowly fades,,,

bcs on his paper

a big red 92 is written at the top, with an ‘excellent’ scribbled next to it

“so,,, y/n,,, ready for what i’ve planned?”

and he’s just grinning like the cheshire cat, with you staring at him in disbelief, mentally counting down to your doom

the next day, you try to convince your mum that you’re down with a really bad disease, which makes it absolutely impossible for you to go school

but your mum ain’t buying that

so there you were, standing at your locker, looking left and right for any signs of han jisung

just as you thought you were safe, you hear someone calling out your name

your face turns white, as you turn around, expecting to come face to face with jisung

but instead you’re met with a raven-haired boy that made your heart beat unnecessarily fast

“whatcha doing today after school??”

and you’re just like qUick think of an excuse

bcs you were in no position to stay with him any longer than necessary for fear that you may just blurt out what you had formed in your head bcs of the bet

“uhhh i’ve got plans with jisung!! we’re gonna go to,, the market! yea!”

seriously,,,, that’s the best you could come up with??

so hyunjin just gives you a really weird look and draws out a “okay,,,,,,,,”

and you’re just like “yea okay bye!!!”

and you run the heCK away

time skip and it’s the end of school

the time which you were dreading,,, because there stood han jisung, waiting for you to confess to your crush

“jisung,,, i really don’t think i can do this,,, can’t i just like, buy you lunch for a week or something?”

“as tempting as that sounds, nO. you’ve gotta do this for yourself, for humanity, and for my sanity. i swear i can’t hear you talking about him again”

at his, you sigh, knowing that he’s right,,, but still not gaining the guts to do it

“come on y/n,,,, you know that on top of me really wanting you to stop bothering me about him, you really gotta get your feelings out of your system,,, you’re not going to be able to keep everything in.”

and although you just wanted to die and chill in heaven at that moment

jisung had a point,,, which was a rare occurrence

so you decide to listen to him,,, i mean, what’d you got to lose???

maybe your shame

and your precious friendship

but that’s it

so you whip your phone out and press the top contact on your phone

“ok here i go,,,”

“yEs queen!!! get it!”

you briefly roll your eyes at him, before returning your eyes to the screen

the cursor blinking, almost tauntingly

you breathe out and just take it as a platform to let it all out

i love the way you play soccer

ofc you do,,, i’m the best :P

you feel slight relief at his reply, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop the way slight disappointment filled you at his interpretation of you texts

jisung peeked at your phone from over your shoulder, immediately voicing out objections

“come on y/n!! that’s so lame! that barely counts as a confession!”

you groan out loud, and type on your phone, earning a hum of satisfaction from the nosy boy behind you

i love the way your eyes crinkle when you smile

why, thank you y/n,,,, but what’s with the sudden compliment spree

“ugh, jisung i’m going crazy,,,”

you actually were,,, moments away from throwing your phone into the lake right beside where you were seated

“you got this love,,, just a few more and you can live with no regrets,”

you knew he was right,,, although it was absolutely embarrassing, you know you would regret not telling him in the future

i love the mole underneath your eye

y/n??? c’mon, what’s wrong? are you pranking me right now??

you take a deep breath, and continue on, with the newly found courage

i love the way you pestered me to talk to you even though i was being a complete ass

hey seriously, tell me what’s happening?

i love the way you always manage to put a smile on my face no matter the circumstance

y/n, please,,, don’t fill me with empty hope,, cut it out if you’re pranking me,,,

,,, empty hope? what’s that supposed to mean??

whatever it meant, it sure did it’s part in speeding up your already dying heart

you suck it up, butterflies growing stronger as you get closer and closer to your last message

i love how my heart speeds up merely at the mention of your name

tell me that this is what i think it means,,,

you stared at your screen, three simple words written out

but your fingers seemed to be jammed, unable to press the send button

was this all just a mistake?? maybe you could just play it off as a prank by jisung

“you got his honey,,, just do it,, press the button”

and with this encouragement from jisung, you press the send button without further hesitation, feeling as though your heart physically stopped as you observed how the “delivered” changed to “read”, indicating that he had read your message

i love you.

are you for real???? i’m coming to you now. where are you?

you stare at your phone, unable to comprehend what had happened in the past few minutes, as jisung slowly pries your phone from you

he types your whereabouts, as you continue to space out, heart beating at an unusual pace as you still try to process what you just did

“i’m going to leave now okay? just know that i am really proud of what you did,,,, and don’t worry too much, everything will be fine,”

with this, jisung leaves, leaving you to sit there alone, just wondering how things were going to be between you and hyunjin now

were y’all going to stop being friends??

or maybe you could just completely ignore what had happened and go back to being how y’all used to be,,,,

as you were in your own world, you fail to hear the footsteps that stopped right behind you

you hear someone take a seat beside you and whip your head to the side, almost regretting it immediately

“so,,, your messages,,,,”

and before you could do anything else, words just spill from you mouth with no filter whatsover

“i’m so sorry hyunjin, i really am,,, i know that we’ve been really really close friends and i might have just ruined what we had. i understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore but i guess i hope we could just forget this and move on? i mean, that’s totally your choice because-”

and you’re cut off, just like that

no warning

nothing

zilch

nada

and the only thing that stopped you from continuing your rant was the fact that there a pair of lips on yours

hyunjin’s ones to be exact

whAT

DID WE EXPECT THIS???

yes, yes we did

but you certainly got the answer to your worries by that one action

as y’all break apart, you stare at him still dazed by the kiss, as he smiles lovingly at you

“i was so afraid that you were just pranking me,,, because if you had been, i would’ve been so heartbroken cause i really got my hopes really high,,, like, super high,, i guess i never replied you tho,,,, i love you too y/n. more than you can imagine.”

and you just snap out of it and do something you always do when you had to cope with intense situation

you laughed

you laughed and laughed and laughed

were you laughing at the fact that the person you loved, loved you back?

were you laughing at the fact that jisung was right for once?

or were you laughing at the fact that you were being a dumbass all this while when you could’ve manned up sooner?

you never found out

but what you did find out, is that being in love was amazing

especially when the person you were in love with was hwang hyunjin

so since then, you’ve been having a pretty frickin amazing life

good grades, hot boyfriend, the whole package

the news that you both were dating spread like wildfire

half of them were surprised, the other half jealous

but people were mostly surprised bcs of the fact that they thought you and him were already dating,,,

like you both were glued to each other every other day

so with that, everyone slowly got accustomed to the fact the school’s jock was once again taken

your relationship with hyunjin didn’t actually change that much,,, other than the fact that y’all kissed and did all the mushy shit

and also omg imagine

you going for his soccer games, sporting his extra jersey that had “hwang” on the back of it, together with the number he was playing

and also him giving you flying kisses right before the starting whistle blows

and running over to you to give you a proper kiss once the final whistle had been blown, win or lose

and you couldn’t have been happier

∞ end ∞

#skzwritersnet #sk-writersnet #district9net #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin #dee scribbles

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Birkin Bag (4)

|Part Three|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Violence

A/N: I apologize for this taking so long (because whew chile....life) but other than that...I hope you guys are still with this series especially after this part because y’all just might hate me afterwards and that you enjoy 🙂🙃🙂🙃

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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The silence that hung in the air was so excruciatingly thick, even a chainsaw would’ve had trouble slicing through it had it been a tangible object. It had been that way the entire ride back into the city, and remained like that even as you currently sat on the floor of your master bathroom, tending to Erik’s wounds. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, it was more of a matter of figuring out how you would go about navigating the debrief between you and your best friend.

Because, okay sure, you had gotten Erik out of the warehouse alive. And yeah, you showed that bootleg goon squad that you and yours were not to be fucked with. But at what cost did all those victories come with if it meant the strongest person you knew, appeared to be steadily unraveling right before your very eyes?

*******

“Nigga I thought I asked you a question.” Every word spoken was drenched in venom when an explanation for Trey’s presence wasn’t provided, causing a slight twitch in his smug demeanor, but not enough to allude to any sort of surrender.

“C’mon shawty don’t act like that. It’s been what…?” A beat. “Almost a year since I last saw you, and this the ‘hey’ I get?” The defeated shake of his head contradicted the dastardly chuckle that emitted lowly from his throat, rolling altogether to only make the taunting worse.

“Yeah, fucking ten months too soon,” you spat.

*******

Alright, so cue the record scratch. You and Trey hadn’t exactly ‘dated’, so technically he wasn’t your ex-boyfriend, but there was undoubtedly, and unfortunately, some history amongst the two of you. In all honesty, Trey was just some dude you had been smashing a while back and was tolerable enough to keep around from time to time. Though given the stunt he was presently pulling would make one think you and him had some Will-and-Jada type of love going on at one point.

Nevertheless though, neither a title or lackthereof had stopped the demented reject from being any less problematic, obviously given the situation at hand. Nor had it stopped you from bringing down Hell on Earth on him and his psychotic ass sidekick in order to rescue Erik from their clutches.

*******

Once you were positive you’d seen Jay take his last breath, you finally felt like you could release the one you’d been holding for the last two and a half days. The second you were sure that all signs of an immediate threat were gone, you practically tripped over your own two feet racing back to Erik. The distance between you and him seemed endless, almost mimicking those dramatic slow-mo scenes often seen in movies.

Zooming past Tracee’s motionless body sprawled across the cinder block floor, you reached Erik at last after what felt like centuries apart.

“Erik!?” you exclaimed trying to lull him from the comatose state he was in. “E, c’mon we gotta go, alright?? We gotta get you out of here, before he comes back, okay? Stevens, c’mon we gotta go, NOW!”

But whatever the reason, Erik seemed deaf to every word that left your lips. You ceased momentarily in your moderate slaps and shaking of trying to get his attention to cut Erik out the ropes that still had him bound to the chair. Once the last of the material gave way, the prince nearly fell to the floor instead of holding himself up, causing you to catch him just in the nick of time.

“Erik?! E, answer me! C’mon, N’Jadaka, pleaseee!”

Nothing was working, however. The broken man continued to stare straight through you with glossed over eyes as if you weren’t on your knees right in front of him, begging frantically for him to come back to reality.

For him to come back to you.

The very last attempt you gave was more for your benefit than Erik’s, and completely of the rhetorical nature. Cupping one side of his face, you searched for any readable sign that he couldn’t give verbally. With tears pooling in your eyes, you muttered softly in a voice beginning to crack with emotion, “Erik, baby...what did they do to you?”

Head dropping in defeat, you were about a millisecond away from throwing in the towel and opting to drag Erik out of the building by his shoulders-you were just that desperate. That was, until you felt a nudge against the palm of your hand.

“N-Niya?”

Erik had awoken from the self-induced trance and folded into your touch. Your gaze shot up at the sound of your dearest friend’s voice, and instantly came face-to-face with the sight of him finally peering at you rather than through you. A wave mixed of shock and relief briefly washed over you as you engulfed him in what might have qualified as the tightest bear hug in all of history.

If it wasn’t for him issuing a groggy “what’re you doing here”, you probably would’ve stayed wrapped around Erik forever over getting back to the mission at hand. Assisting him to his feet, you hoisted Erik up and draped one of his arms across your shoulders to support him as you guided both him and yourself out of the warehouse and towards the safety of your car.

*******

Erik flinched from the sting of the peroxide being applied to the cuts on his face, causing your focus to come back to the task. Your mind had gone into overdrive thinking about all that had just ensued, specifically what caused Erik to come back to his senses at the precise moment he did. Granted, it could’ve been the tender touch to his cheek and never before used pet name but I digress.

“Sorry,” you offered softly for being careless with his injuries.

Erik said nothing. He merely cut a glance your way prompting you that it was fine. But you felt otherwise. How was any factor of this situation fine, despite how big or small it was? The answer was simple: it wasn’t. As your former boy toy, Trey had been your responsibility, meaning that all of this was your fault.

Which is exactly why your mouth inadvertently started inducing an uncontrollable word vomit before your brain even knew what was happening.

“Erik, I am...so,so sorry,” you let out in a stifled sob. “F-For everything. For all of this. All of this is my fault. All that phony mess Trey was droning on about w-with you and Lynda, I should’ve known his ass was crazy. Even before then, when I started fucking with him I s-should’ve cut him off right after that. As soon as I realized he was je-”

The end of your sentence got snagged in your throat, causing Erik’s gaze to whip wildly to yours, searching your face with an expectant expression. Still, you caught and corrected yourself, quickly amending the broken statement. Before letting the thought get too far out in the open, you went on rambling so the subject didn’t have the opportunity to be tossed up for a separate debate.

“-as soon as I realized he had some real issues,” you went on. “I’m the one to blame for this happening to you. Them stalking you, snatching you from your place, abusing you; if you never became my best friend, none of this would be happe-”

“Aniya, stop it.”

Erik’s voice boomed off the bathroom walls more forcefully than he’d intended it to be, but either way he was successful in silencing you. He could tell by your long-winded spiel that you were you trying to act like the fluke in your words never transpired, and was willing to let it slide. But the minute you even suggested that his and your friendship had been the casualty among all this, he had to draw the line. He refused to let you believe you had to bear the burden of sins that weren’t yours. Sins from that had sprouted from his past.

“Listen,” he began. “Quit blaming yourself for what went down, alright? This was all on me, not you.”

“Erik, what? Cut it out,” you snipped at him, frustrated that he wasn’t allowing you take the responsibility that was supposedly yours. Dousing another cotton ball in the medical liquid, you made to resume caring for his contusions. “You weren’t the one sleeping with the nigga,” your voice gradually trailing off.

“Yeah?” Erik retorted bitterly. “Well you weren’t the one who murdered the woman carrying your unborn child.”

The words spoken made your whole body lurch to a halt. Your hand hung frozen, leaving the cotton ball suspended in mid-air. As many times as they had echoed in your skull in the short span of time, they just didn’t seem to register properly, the shock was that great. And it became increasingly evident that there was no lie told in what was said, given away by the rigid line Erik’s jaw had set into immediately after revealing what might have been his darkest secret to date.

Convinced it would never subside on its own, you eventually willed yourself to speak to be certain there was no mistake in what you heard.

But it only seemed to get worse when Erik affirmed it, through clenched teeth and staring straight ahead, by saying, “Lynda...she was two months pregnant when I shot her.”

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|Part Five|

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infiniteleftdoesffxiv · 5 years

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Get to know Meme: Tabitha

► Name ➔ “Tabitha Winters!” ► Are you single ➔ “Uh, yeah.” ► Are you happy ➔ “Yeah. Sure.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “No? Why would I be?” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “...I don’t know if they ever were in the first place? I mean, never knowing either of them and all...”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Well, it was somewhere in the shroud. Where? I don’t know. Never really bothered to ask...” ► Hair Color ➔ “Orange. It’s orange.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Dark grey? Some sort of grey...” ► Birthday ➔ “I... don’t remember. ► Mood ➔ She stared at the floor with widened eyes, glancing to the side periodically, as if that’d help her answer. An awkward smile was her only response. ► Gender ➔ “I’m a woman.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Oh, between those two? Ah, um... I think I’d go with Summer. It’s super nice out around then, you know? Funny, if you think about it, what with my name being Winters and all...” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “I think I’m more a morning person. There’s something that’s nice about the air early on in the day. It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “I don’t think I am?” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Maybe.” She did. It just hasn’t gone well for her. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “...she did. She didn’t even tell me, too... do you want to know how I found out? Word of mouth, and then seeing her with her new girlfriend at the beach.” Someone’s clearly bitter, despite her nonchalant manner. “So yes, I’d say she’s the one who did that in.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Not that I know of.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “No?” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Nope, please don’t--!” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If they were secret, wouldn’t I, uh, you know... not know about them?” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ ”...maybe.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “W-well, if you’re asking me, I’d have to say love. Lust’s nice and all, but, you know, being cared about for being yourself and that itself being desirable is nice to think about. And experience, I think.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade. Tea isn’t really my cup of... tea?” A beat. “I’m sorry, that was bad.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Can I pick neither?” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “ ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “I’ve had too many bad nights out, I prefer to have them in. That, and, um... it’s no secret that I don’t like large crowds. Especially loud ones...” ► Day or night ➔ “Day.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS (where the heck is the fifth?!)

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Surprisingly, no.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “If there’s anyone out there that hasn’t done that, I’d be really surprised.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yeah... it’s even worse when it’s for the best, isn’t it? Just because you know something doesn’t make it hurt any less.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ She immediately reached up to scratch at her ear, averting her gaze. “You could say that.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Is it strange to say smile? It’s easier -- at least, for me -- to read. I know eyes are supposed to be windows into the soul and all, but... I guess I just don’t want to look where I shouldn’t be.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Just about everyone’s taller than me, if they’re not a lalafell. I don’t mind it, so I guess you can count me down for taller?” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ She had to take a moment to think about that. “Can’t you have both? I don’t think the two of them are... exclusive, yeah? I mean, if you’re making me pick between the two... maybe attraction. I-I know, people tend to think that sort of thing’s shallow, but, well, there’s a reason for that attraction, isn’t there? Beyond beauty and stuff, you know? Different types? I think I’d like someone who I enjoy spending time with more than someone who could tell me why everything in the world’s happening.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I think I’m looking more for a solid relationship than a hookup. I guess some people like finding physical comfort, but, well, it’s not really my sort of deal.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “...we did, most of the time.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I guess it depends on your definition of ‘messed up’.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ She looked a little guilty, wringing her hands and eyes cast down. “You could say that. I, um, haven’t gone back since.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No, never. Louis never threw us out, even if anyone else might’ve.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “What?! No! That’s a terrible thing to do!” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I... uh... I guess not? I don’t really have any...” ► Who is your best friend ➔ Her strained smile made an appearance. See above. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “I don’t think anybody really does. I think I like it that way.”

Tagged by: @saerumii THANK YOU

Tagging: @gaillaffxiv @keeper-of-the-lilacs @tamer-of-steeds @thegildedgun @saahsffxiv if y’all ain’t done it yet/wanna do it (possibly again)

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somevirtualnolife · 6 years

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Kirkwall Crush

1784 words Rating: T Pairing: Varric Tethras x Hawke Summary: Once upon a time, a certain Fereldan refugee may have had a little thing for a certain merchant prince. Author’s Notes: The last little friendship prompt I was given had be go back to a one-shot I’ve been working on for a bit. I’ve always love the Hawke/Varric dynamic. Me, like so many others, was crushed when I found out he was and will never be a romance option. I was also bummed that you don’t even get the option to flirt and be rejected. So, this is sort of my answer to that! Happy reading, y’all.

“Do you… like Varric?”

Aerianne fumbled one of the daggers that she’d been flipping in the air. It made a small clinging sound as it fell onto the cobblestone street in front of Gamlen’s house.

“That’s a very odd question,” Aerianne laughed as she bent down to pick the dagger back up and sheathed it. “What brought this on, Beth?”

Her sister shrugged slightly as reached for the door to open it. Bethany wasn’t really one to gossip or pry. After all, between the three Hawke sibling, she was supposed to be the sweet one. The polite one who never made any ripples. But every now and then, Bethany would throw a question to her older sister that would throw her off balance. Just a little.

“Just thinking aloud I suppose,” Bethany replied, musing a bit. “You do that thing. Where you make-up any reason to go and bother him,”

“What? No I don’t,”

“Well, alright. You do that thing where you play with your ponytail when you’re talking about him,”

“Well, I think that you’ve been reading too many romance novels,” Aerianne grinned and then nudged her sister with her hips, before entering the old house. The two girls laughed as they started to push each other, but the fun quickly ended when they heard the barking of their uncle in the next room over. He was housing them because they were adults who could pay bills, not so that they could act like a bunch of giddy children faffing about.

Bethany wasn’t wrong though.

Maybe Aerianne did have a bit of a thing for the Merchant Prince.

It’d barely been over a year and out of all the people she’d come across in Kirkwall so far, Varric stood out among them. She was a bit suspicious of his intentions at first; how could you not be when a random man you don’t know comes up to you with business proposition that seemed to good to be true? But it wasn’t before long that she and the dwarf quickly became friends. Sure, he could be a bit crude and sarcastic at times, but he was also charming, and personable; and amazing storyteller. She often found herself grabbing a drink with him most nights at the Hanged Man during her nights off. Up until recently, her time in the city was all about paying off debts and not upsetting her uncle. Before that, she was just trying to make ends meet for her family after her father died. To have a normal night out with a friend… she didn’t realize how much she missed it.

“You’ve really never thought of trying to go back to Orzammar?” she asked him.

“Come on, do I look like someone who would enjoy living in a cave, arguing about which ancestor is the best?” Varric scoffed. “Kirkwall has the open skies, exciting stories, walks from every form of life. Not to mention I’d have to grow one of those ridiculous beards if I moved to Orzammar,”

“Can’t have that. It would distract from your chest hair,”

“Ha! I knew you were alright Hawke,” he grinned, knocking his tankard against hers. “Cute and quick with both words and a dagger. Keep that up, and you’ll fit into Kirkwall in no time,”

Varric did more than just give her a business opportunity, he helped her adjust to life in Kirkwall. Despite making a name for herself, Aerianne still had troubles fitting into the cultural fabric of the city, especially in Lowtown. She had to learn that the way you dealt with people in the countryside were far different than how you dealt with them in the city. Politeness and sincerity wasn’t going to cut it; you had to be charming. Quick-witted and talk your way out of any situation. It was something that Varric seemed quite adept at, based on her observations. It was odd how he managed to be the most well liked and most hated man in various circles. Regardless of people’s opinion, he was the Merchant Prince for a reason; he had influence.

“Is Varric involved with anyone?” Aerianne once asked Bartrand when she was dropping off some of her sovereign. He laughed so hard that he nearly fell off his chair. Scratch that, he actually did fall off his chair and just continued to howl like an overexcited mabari. She never got an answer out of him, but she took a positive sign.

Varric seem to be the type that would have more than his fair share of fun with women. He had a surprising way with words, making meekest of housemaids to the jaded of rich-divorcees blush. But from what she could tell he had no one serious in his life. Was he even the type to have anyone serious in his life? She suddenly felt a little bit naïve. He was older than her, certainly more experienced. How does one exactly pursue a man like Varric? Despite being the one to reach out for business prospects, he seemed to be the type who would rather be approached by women rather than the other way around. Kirkwall women were just so bold. Or was this just city women in general?

Regardless, she was a Kirkwall woman now. She had to start acting like one.

It was one night at the docks, where they decided for a change of pace from the Hanged Man. If the docks didn’t have shading dealings going on in the shadows and they were drinking something more than the cheap whiskey straight out the bottle, this might’ve been romantic.

“Maker, it burns,” she coughed, passing the bottle back to Varric. “That’s it, I’m choosing the bottle next time,”

“Hawke, at this price, they’re all gonna taste the same,” he laughed as he took a swig. “I told you we could split it,”

“You can’t keep covering for me. The first thing I’m going to if we make it big from this expedition is buy us some proper alcohol. One that doesn’t taste like moldy woodchips,”

“Speaking of which. I’ve got a couple of new leads for you to get some of that sovereign. I think you’ll like these ones. For real this time,”

“The last time you said that, Bethany, Aveline and I were getting you out of one YOUR messes,” she nudged him slightly. “I only got a few coins from that!”

“Okay, so maybe a few of my leads haven’t been perfect, but I swear to you on Andraste’s golden knickers, Hawke, these ones are good. We’ve got grey wardens, we’ve got pirates, mysterious disappearances, adventure… everything a budding hero like yourself could want,”

“Hero? Since when?” she shook her head with a long sigh, taking the bottle back from Varric’s hand and gulping some more down. It still tasted awful, but at least it was going down easier.

“Come on, Hawke. If you actually charged for half the problems that you solve in this city, you’d have the fifty sovereigns by now,” he shrugged slightly. “You’re too good for this place,”

“You always say that,” she rested her chin on the palm of her hand, finally feeling the buzz of the terrible alcohol.

“Eh, what can I say. I like you, Hawke,”

A smile formed on the young woman’s face. This was it; this was the moment that she had been waiting for.

“I like you too, Varric,”

“Aw, stop. You’re gonna make me blush. And not just because of the alcohol,”

Varric began to laugh, but it was quickly interrupted by Aerianne’s lips planted firmly on his. He first tasted of the bitter, strong liquor (it really was the last time they were getting that brand), but it didn’t take long before it disappeared. Though, there was something that she felt was odd about the kiss. They were supposed to have a give and receive quality to them. And by the Maker, she was certainly giving, but she was receiving nothing. She always expected Varric to be better at this.

Unless of course…

“Uh…” she heard Varric said hesitantly, as they parted lips.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dwarf’s expression. Not one of desire and wanting, but instead of drunken confusion.

And then it clicked.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Oh, you meant as a-”

“And you meant it as-”

Aerianne quickly pushed herself away, her hands quickly clutching at the ends of her ponytail as she looked at him, slightly mortified. “I am SO sorry Varric,”

“There are worse things than to be kissed by a pretty girl. Especially like that,” he then cleared his throat, turning his head. “Well… shit,”

“Well shit is right,” Aerianne winced and groaned. This was not how she planned for things to go at all. Like is such a vague word, especially when you’re not fully sober. Embarrassment didn’t even begin to cover what she was feeling right now. What does one do when you kiss someone that wasn’t interested? Send them a fruit basket apology? She didn’t have that kind of money.

Varric finally turned to face Aerianne again. He looked weirdly apologetic, which she didn’t quite understand.

“You’re one of a kind of kind, Hawke. I hope you know that,” he said, patting her firmly on the shoulder. “You’re funny, smart, and tough. Not to mention very easy on the eyes,”

“You don’t have to let me down easy,” she replied. It stung… but it was best to know sooner rather than later. And she’d much rather this go over quickly so that she could erase this whole encounter from her mind as soon as possible.

“I’m just being honest. You really are a great girl. But the thing with me and great girls… well…”

“You end up naming your crossbow after them?”

He made a clicking noise and made a trigger motion at her. “Nothing gets past you,”

The young woman laughed and shook her head. Well, at least she got one thing right. “I’m sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to make things odd,”

“Eh, I’ve had weirder,” he said looking back off at the docks. “Look, I don’t think that I could ever give you want you would need in that kind of relationship. But as a friend, I’ll always have your back. You can count on that. You know, if you’ll still have me as one,”

A small smile appeared on her face. There was something reassuring about that. She’d only known him for a short while, but it felt like she’d known him all his life. He was familiar and comfortable. He made her feel normal.

He was a friend.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes. “I’d like that,”

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bring-me-bellarke · 6 years

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The 100 Ask

Tagged by @griffinnblake ! Thanks, Lindsay! Honestly, what a blast this was.

rules: answer as many as you want if tagged and then tag three more people OR just reblog it and treat it as a regular ask meme!! have fun xoxo

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Probably for punching a guard or something, tbh. Maybe starting underground resistance (yikes)

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? Maybe.

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) Probably a fist or some sort of cool resist sign.

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? WELLS JAHA DESERVED BETTER. (close second would be Anya) (close third would be Ilian)

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Monty, Miller.

6. Minty or Briller? Mintyyyyyy all da way. Briller just never did anything for me.

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!) Jessei, Jessai, i have no idea.

8. Thoughts on Finn? I’ll be honest, I was blind when I first started watching and thought Finn was a good guy...until Raven showed up and was like WTF ....and then he massacred a bunch of people. Then I looked back and realized how manipulative he was with Clarke, and what a shitty person he was in general.

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I don’t think I would have. It wouldn’t really appeal to me. I could see myself giving in if someone I loved was threatened (like Clarke with Abby, I would’ve folded like a lawn chair)

10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… I relate to Clarke and Raven the most. I’m bossy and serious like Clarke, but also sassy and passionate like Raven. The character I like the least was (don’t bring out the pitchforks) L/xa. To me, from day 1, she was too bland of a character. It’s like she was always putting on this brave facade that I just never bought into. But I truly love ADC and she’s awesome. I just didn’t believe all of L/xa’s dumb philosophies and thought she wasn’t a good leader. Also, Octavia was on my most hated from the moment she laid her hands on her brother (i will never be over that. bitter 2kforever)

11. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) I probably would have had a patchy black leather jacket, gray t shirt that read Space Sucks, combat boots, black ripped up jeans, and the jacket would’ve had RESIST stitched onto the back in big letters (or maybe a patch). I like to think I would’ve been a total badass but who knows.

12. Favorite type of mutant animal? I don’t think we saw many besides two-headed deer, pauna, and maybe some panthers? Oh, wait! Glowing butterflies, those were cool.

13. What would your job be on the Ark? Oooooh, I don’t know. Sounds weird, but I would’ve liked to work in the archives/library, making sure all the history was preserved (sounds like a Bellamy thing, I know). But tbh, I probably would be jailed for starting a resistance as a side gig.

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked? I’m squeamish, but I would’ve done it to save Clarke (and everyone else in turn).

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? Hmm, good question. Well I loved Anya and think she could’ve. I think Luna might’ve if she’d given up her weird ways and NOT BEEN TOTALLY RUINED in s4. ALSO LINCOLN (RIP IM NOT OVER IT). If all 3 could’ve led as like a council, that’d be fire.

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? Oh god, I don’t know the tribes. Maybe Trishanakru (sp?) just cause Ilian’s such a hottie and it would’ve been cool to be friends.

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? I’d probably dare everyone to go jump off a waterfall with me (but like a small one)

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake? Uggggghhhh, this is hard. Listen, neither method worked. Charlotte wouldn’t have survived on her own and Murphy’s dumb. Maybe like a jail or something they could’ve kept her in? Idk, there’s too many things that went wrong with all that.

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone? Anyone at all? Crap, I don’t think there should just be one, it’s too much power. I like the idea of council/committee with the mains like Bellamy, Clarke, Kane, Abby, uhh idk who else.

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there? Headphones to escape all the drama, probably. Maybe some good hiking gear because goddammit how do they all travel through all these jungles/woods?

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia? I would’ve caught it probs.

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? I’d have just cool geo shape tattoos probably. I’d wear a high pony because how do the girls deal with humidity/sweat wearing it down???? My hair is hella thick, so no thanks. War paint would probably just be a few lines on my cheeks, maybe diagonals.

23. Favorite quote? I CAN’T JUST CHOOSE ONE. OH GOD MY HEART LITERALLY HURTS AT ALL THE ONES I LOVE. (this deserves its own post tbh)

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy? Murphy’s a real pain in my side. Full offense, I hate that we move on so easily from a white boy’s VERY SIGNIFICANT MISTAKES, yet poor POC Bellamy has to keep suffering from the repercussions. Like Murphy LITERALLY permanently damaged Raven’s body yet they’re cool now? Idk, I hold grudges, and I don’t think I’d be able to let it go. Kudos to Raven, ig. Though I won’t hesitate to admit that Bellamy has royally fucked up too, from the radio to the army (which happened in a season I hate altogether). It just seems like we forgive Murphy much easier than Bellamy and it kills me. Whooo, sorry for that.

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Hmm, I was gonna say Bellamy but he’s a real softie. Clarke is sneaky and sometimes heartless, so maybe her. BUT ACTUALLY Octavia would because she’s absolutely bat-shit crazy.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE Aww crap. I didn’t like Flarke. Fave ship (that never happened) was Ice Mechanic, like imagine the chemistry/hotness. Ugh, still upset about this. Fave canon would be Kabby, I guess? They’re great, but it’s weird to think Kane had Abby tortured. Idk (Y’all know I’m ride or die Bellarke). I was conflicted for a long time about Linctavia because I loved them but when you boil it down, he was way older than her and it seemed kinda Stockholm Syndrome-y? Plus, she turns psycho and he would’ve hated it. IDK ALL SHIPS ARE PROBLEMATIC DAMMIT.

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? Lindsay said Home II by Dotan and I 100% agree because that song is amazing and would work so well for S5. Oooh, cameos! Um CAN YOU IMAGINE IF STEPHEN KING JUST SHOWED UP OUT OF THE BLUE? Like I would die. Or Kass Morgan, the original creator!

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? Honestly, I’d probably be very annoyed and want to be far away from him. BUT if we did warm up to each other, I think we’d bond over cooking (if there was any food).

29.Opinion on Emori? Roan? Both badasses. Kinda indifferent on them actually. Like I don’t love or hate them.

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? Yeah, sure. It’d be cool if it was memorable, poignant, and really related to/impacted the storyline. High hopes, amirite?

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? Raven, I think. All her flashbacks were related to Finn and I hated it. WHO WAS SHE BESIDES FINN’S GIRLFRIEND? Show us her mess of a mom, how her love for science started, how she became a mechanic! God, there’s so much we don’t know.

32. A character you’d bang? BELLAMY FUCKING BLAKE, ladies and gents.

If you made it through all this, bless your soul! BUT THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!! I loved having to really think about the hypotheticals and what I’d do if I was in this world/show. Side note, I’ve been totally gone from this blog and not even tagging my stuff (which is where I freak out the most). I’m slowly coming back and hope April comes soon! All right, this has been long enough. I tag @littlebellarkemix & @southsideserpentine & honestly anyone who wants to (it’s a lot of fun).

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Sooo… If you're not too busy, maybe Jyn saying "I'm going to take care of you, okay?" (#5) or Cassian saying "I might've had a few shots" (#10). But there were so many to choose from it was hard to decide… (no tumblr account but I'm TinCanTelephone on AO3)

Have y’all heard of @dailyau? They’ve been saving me recently because basically every time I see one of these prompts I’ve been turning over there and seeing if there’s any good AUs that could apply to this (because apparently I’ve recently forgotten how to write within the Star Wars universe I need to get back over there oops). Today’s one shot is based off one of their prompts: “You’re my favorite writer of all time and I’m so so pleased to finally meet you and OH MY GOD I’M SORRY I DROPPED MY TEA ON YOU” AU

I mean, read that. That’s just too good to pass up on. I combined that with Cassian saying “I might’ve had a few shots” to create this. I hope you enjoy! :D

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“What exactly are youdoing?”

Cassian startledslightly at the voice. It spoke to how distracted Cassian was by today’s eventsthat he missed Kay’s traditionally loud approaching footsteps. With thebartender quietly cleaning the counter being the only other person in the room,they should have echoed twice as loud.

Cassian wasn’t certainif it was alcohol or embarrassment that clouded his brain.

Motioning to the cheaphotel bar, Cassian said, "Imight've had a few shots."

“I leave you alone forhalf an hour,” Kay mused while shaking his head. He called the bartender over,requesting a glass of water. “May I ask whyyou felt the need to take, ahem, a fewshots?” His voice sounded skeptical and, based on the number of glasseslittering the bar in front of Cassian, he had fair reason to be so.

“It’s been a long day,”he groaned, rubbing his hand over his face.

“The meet and greet wasn’tall you expected? The award-winning authors turned out to be only human, whoneed sleep and coffee and nutrients just like you?” Kay offered. “Or perhapsthey were complete snobs with their collective noses in the air, glancing downupon the mere mortal who has only published two novellas, neither of which wereeven nominated for a Pulitzer?”

“You’re one to talkabout snobs,” Cassian snorted. “You’re one of the most elitist people I’ve evermet.”

“And yet for some reasonyou continue to associate with me.” The bartender appeared with the glass ofwater, which Kay shoved towards Cassian. Rather than drink it, Cassian simplyswirled the contents around and around. “Cassian, the story.”

Cassian resisted theurge to groan again. If he told no one else what happened today, only thethirty or so authors attending the conference would know it ever happened. Andthe waiters passing petite hors d’oeuvres. And anyone who watched the securityfootage. And…

“Cassian.” Kay clearedhis throat. “I am not asking.”

“I did the stupidestthing, Kay.” Cassian’s hands flew to his hair, the dark strands coming away awayward mess, much like Cassian’s thoughts. “I was just so eager to talk to her…”

“Talk to whom?” Kayraised his eyebrow.

“Jyn Erso,” Cassiansighed. At the blank expression on Kay’s face, he sent him an exasperated look.“The author of Stardust? And Look Up? The author who I explicitlycame to this conference to hear speak?”

“The name vaguely ringsa bell,” Kay said, waving one of his hands to dismiss the notion.

“You should. I’ve beengoing on about her since she was only publishing short stories rather thanfull-length novels. Those never received the recognition they deserved…”

“Cassian.” Kay’s voicewas sharp, drawing Cassian out of his tirade (the type of which Kay had becomequite familiar with over their years of friendship) and back to the issue athand.

“Right.” With a deepbreath, Cassian centered himself and focused on the story. “She had finishedgiving her seminar – a brilliant speech on not allowing the events of yourpasts to affect your actions of the future. You would have loved it, Kay, ifonly you had been there – Yes, yes, all right, I’m getting on with it.” Cassianrolled his eyes as Kay started tapping his fingers against the bar top as asign of his impatience. “Well, the audience filed out into a reception withfinger foods and coffee and that sort of thing.”

“Yes, you writers have apeculiar need to always have a warm beverage in hand.”

Cassian ignored theinterruption. “I grabbed a cup of tea – if only I hadn’t grabbed that tea! –and waited until Jyn joined the group. She didn’t come out for five minutes andwhen she did, everyone flocked to her immediately – really, you’d think they’dhave more dignity – so she was simply surrounded by people, which is when Irealized that if I ever wanted to speak to her, I’d need to be just as pushyand naturally that’s when everythingwent wrong.”

Kay stared at him,blinking. “I’m not sure you’ve ever talked so quickly before in your life.”

Cassian didn’t doubtthat. His words flowed in his writing, not in speech. Where he would trip andstumble while – the sheer amount of “ums”and “ers” that appeared in his speechmade him cringe – his writing flowed out of his fingertips smoothly, withoutpause or hesitation.

But if Kay wanted tohear this story, the only way Cassian could bear to repeat it is if he told itas quickly as possible. Ripping it off like a Band-Aid.

(Cassian doubted itwould hurt less to hear his humiliation repeated.)

Finally swallowing someof the water, Cassian shook his head. “What happens next is within the top fivemost embarrassing things I’ve ever done.”

“Now you sound like aclickbait article,” Kay said, rolling his eyes. “Continue, without thedramatics, please.”

“I had it all plannedout in my head,” Cassian sighed. “Tell her I’d enjoyed her seminar, point out afew of my favorite ideas, tell her my favorite of her stories. Maybe ask herwhere she gets her inspiration and then excuse myself by saying I won’t takeher away from all her other fans.” He looked towards Kay with desperation inhis eyes. “I had a plan, Kay.”

“Yes, the best laid plansof mice and men and all that.” Once again, Kay dismissed Cassian’s words with aflick of his hand. “Cassian, I grow impatient. Get to the point.”

“I spilled my tea onher,” Cassian blurted out. “I attempted to shake her hand and spilled tea alldown the front of her dress. Her whitedress, Kay. Her favorite dress is likely ruined because some stupid,hopeless fan wanted to slobber all over her and tell her how amazing she is,which she has to already know. And Icouldn’t get out a proper apology, I was just sputtering and standing therelike an idiot while the people around me got towels and actually be useful.”

Kay stayed silent for amoment, staring at Cassian with his eyebrows slightly raised. Then, he burstout laughing, a sound so unlike Kay that Cassian took a moment to remember heshould be offended.

“Kay,” he growled. “Thisis not funny.”

“Oh, yes, yes, it is,”Kay contradicted between laughs. “This is perhaps the funniest thing I’ve heardin years.” He continued, ignoring Cassian’s glower. “’Her favorite dress is likely ruined. I’ve ruined my reputation as awriter and she’ll never know how much I love her.’ Honestly, Cassian, doyou hear yourself? You’ve been driven to drink by spilling tea on a woman youwere trying to compliment. She must have been attractive as well as talented.”

Cassian ignored the wayhis cheeks flamed. “That’s not relevant at all.”

“Ah, there it is. The realreason you’re so embarrassed. Jyn Erso is not only one of the most talentedauthors you’ve ever come across, but also a young beauty. Did plans for atropical honeymoon and three lovely, dark eyed children feature into your planof how that conversation should have gone?”

Cassian wished he hadsomething to throw at the man. “And you claim to be my friend.”

“I am being your friend,”Kay reassured him, standing from his bar stool. “Friends tell friends when they’rebeing ridiculous. And, right now, you’re being ridiculous, Cassian. You’vestill got two days left in this conference. Perhaps tomorrow you can find Ms.Erso and laugh the whole ordeal off.”

Groaning, Cassianfollowed Kay off the stool and towards the hotel elevators. “I’ll never be ableto speak around her again.”

“You managed to rallyafter being denied from publishers thrice before being published,” Kay noted,pressing the up button twice in a row. “Somehow I imagine you’ll manage torebound from this.”

#kat writes #therebelcaptainnetwork #dailyrebelcaptain #rebelcaptain #rogue one #cassian andor #jyn erso #k2so #modern au #dialogue prompts #also owe this in part to me spilling coffee all over myself last week at work while explaining what I want to do with my life to someone #because im smooth like that #enjoy!#Anonymous

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