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q1ngqve · 3 months

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hi!! same anon here you dont have to take this as a request bc i just wanted to get this out of my chest yandere or at least obssesive averatio where both overstim the hell out of reader (lowkey mindbreak if you're comfy about that??) after reader rejects their advances NOT OUT OF HATE or anything but bc their insecurities got the best of them and either thought the two were just messing w them or they have abandonment issues (i do not have the second one whatever do you mean i am not projecting do not percieve me) no offense to these two but they look like the ppl to mess w your heart n leave you to rot

mb some predator/prey (they both hunt you down after you avoid them both and as ratio wisely said "what do you do with a cornered prey? hunt it to death" AUGHAHSGA) aphrodisiacs, drugging, etc. anyways after that you best bet you'll be too dumb to ever think of something as stupid as that, and sure, yes ratio hates idiots but well..... you will be the only exception given how cute you look all fucked out and broken on their bed with their cocks deep inside you <3

SKLDJALSDJAL HELP i feel awfully embarrassed w writing this lmao scuse me while i bleach my head.

i am very sorry this took so long </3 i wrote this as a fic at first but i lost motivation so now it’s just in the form of brain rot :(

oh no :( poor reader with insecurities from your past relationships thinking every man out there is a liar, especially the two that gave their hearts to you :( running away from them is a smart move because we don’t trust men in this household!

but you forget how annoying they can be when it comes to getting what they want, and they want you (´▽｀) so don’t be surprised when you find yourself feeling scared out of your mind walking home alone and feeling like you’re being watched! or when you find certain luxury items randomly appearing in your room! or the slightest hint of their cologne when you wake up every morning! because you asked for this by running away 😵‍💫

this was supposed to be holiday for you — coming to penacony, but the headache and blurry room before you has you panicking! you best know that no one is coming to save you when you’re running through the reverie hotel like a lost bunny when you receive a letter saying they’ll have you tonight! and if you think you had any chance of escape, you’re so wrong 😖

oh, and don’t let them know that you’re afraid, it only spurs them on! hunting you down through the corridors of the hotel is so adrenaline inducing for them <3 running shouldn’t be so hard though, so why do you feel as if your legs are going to give out any second? oh right, the drink! they probably drugged it, seems like something they would do

an exasperated gasp leaves you when you finally let your body fall, eyes closing, preparing for impact. and the next thing you know you wake up, hands tied above you to the headboard, your body completely bare. you’d struggle with all your might, soft whines sounding at the back of your throat when you spot the two of them hiding in the shadows, staring down at you with those bright, lust-filled eyes

oh, you’re so dead

your body feels like it’s on fire, desperately needing release, needing someone to touch you, anyone. your voice betrays you as whimpers leave you when they stalk towards you, their burning gaze not helping with the burning sensation.

you really did think you could escape! so why’re you here, tied and unable to move? tears fall as you lock eyes with veritas ratio, your fight or flight kicking in when he reaches out to caress your cheek, wiping the tears away. laughter sounds from aventurine on the other side of the bed, you’re just so naive! all he wants to do is to love and break you until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him 😵‍💫 so don’t blame him when he kisses you, he just can’t help it anymore, not when you’re already shaking when all they did was drug your drink and reveal themselves to you after months of stalking :(

the aphrodisiac is making you incredibly sensitive to their touch, which is perfect for them because that would mean hearing your sweet cries of pleasure! you best prepare yourself though, because they’re not stopping until you’re about to pass out 🧎🏻‍♀️ they haven’t had you for months, nobody is going to stop them from worshipping you, not even yourself.

you’ll be so overstimulated by the end of the night that even just innocent touches can have you whining and trembling like a leaf (^^)

“you really think you can run from us?” — veritas ratio

“who you knew you were so filthy, hmm? you wanted us to hunt you down, didn’t you? dirty, dirty girl.” — veritas ratio

“missed you so much, pretty girl.” — aventurine

“stop? now why would we do that? you’re clearly enjoying this. look at you, making such a mess on my cock.” — aventurine

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seongclb · 11 months

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— enhypen when there’s a scandal about their s/o dating another idol !

idol!enhypen x idol!reader, fluff, established relationship au, no warnings!

req. by anon -> i merged the last two requests !

♫ pink+white by frank ocean

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

omds when he finds out

prepare to be met by the sulkiest baby you’ve ever met

like this guy is 6ft and counting but has a POUT on his lips when you see him

just shoves his phone that has the news article on it of accusations that you and taehyun from txt are dating

since you’re all in the same entertainment, it’s easy to be rumoured with either enhypen or txt

and due to your groups comeback along with txts comeback being at the same time, fans are talking about how cute you and taehyun would be after the tiktoks you had made together

“is he a better dancer than me?”

“no, heeseung.”

“is he a better singer than me?”

“no, heeseung.”

this isn’t enough to make him feel better though, so you must avenge his heart with kisses or else.

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

when he sees the article that says you and another member of enhypen are dating, he just raises a brow as he frowns

waits for you to get home and shows you the article, “jagii, look at what they’re saying”

he subtly whines about it for the whole day, even sending death stares to jake every once in a while

but you tell him that fans just like doing these things for fun, and they always make the most extreme theories

like so what if you and jake were being friendly at the awards?

little do they know that it’s only because you and jay are dating

jay knows this so he feels better but not completely great

so you may do something sly with your stylist and ask her to subtly match yours and jays outfit for the next event

which fans catch on to, definitely making your boyfriend bubble with happiness that jakes article is long forgotten

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

very whiny baby

doesn’t wait for you to get home but instead just texts you the article with a sad face

you’re expectant of a sad and pouty jaeyun when you get home

but this time, showering him with affection and love doesn’t help completely get rid of the pout on his lips

“loveee, theres nothing going on with beomgyu and i,” you tell him. “i think my stylist and his stylist just accidentally gave us the same shirt”

is still pouty but understands

“why can’t we wear the same shirt” jake nuzzles into your shirt

he says things like, “i hope dispatch expose us this year”

little do you know he’s actually considering giving dispatch the okay sign to expose you two 😭

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

when you come home he’s like, “well hello cheater” and you just sigh

“so, you and soobin huh? i’m a better mc than him anyway” and ur like ???

all u did smile at him a few times at the awards thing and now this?

doesn’t hesitate to show how much better he is than soobin (poor soobin i love u)

u just let him say but bc u know he’s reassuring himself with it

then he gets sulky, “do you think he’s attractive?”

“no sunghoon you’re the most attractive in the world”

smiles at this

threatens your stylist and everyone else to coincidentally make it seem like u and him are dating

acts surprised when there’s billions of articles about you two now

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

he literally scoffs when he sees all the comments under ur tiktok

guys this is so random but i feel like he would make a secret account and somewhat hate on u and whoever ur being shipped with

would comment stuff like “what? no they don’t look good together” or replies to people and starts mini arguments

he’s still doing this even when you come home

so when you hear him constantly scoffing at his phone and aggressively typing

you ask him what he’s doing and he’s like, “don’t worry”

but this continues for too long so you check and see and you’re like, “kim sunoo????”

then he realises and he’s like :0 “sorry, but but seeing people ship you two was so annoying”

you just hug him and remind him how fans can be

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

is high-key so sad when he sees the stuff coming up about you and another idol

he tries to hide it bc he thinks he’s overreacting but eventually

he just tells you how he’s feeling

and then just rants about how silly fans are

another one who does something sneaky like asking his managers to do content with your group and his group

which works and he makes so many attempts at videos that fans can edit and say you guys would make a good couple to

“you did this on purpose didn’t you?” you’d ask bc ur not DUMB

and he would just smirk like “what makes you say that, baby???”

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki.

he’s like sunghoon and heeseung a bit

hes sulky but hes also like “they’re not better than me, babe”

i think niki would be continuously watching stuff about you and the other idol

to the point where you’d have to take his phone away and cuddle him

he just melts in your cuddles bc he’s quite sad that this stuff is going to be around him all the time

and since he’s so young, the instructions he’s given are to stay out of this stuff for as long as possible

so he does as he’s told even though it’s hurtful

but when you get opportunities with enha, you make it obvious that it’s niki you want to spend the most time with

it’s not long before fans start shipping you two which makes riki so so happy

he probably suspects u do this to make him happy which only makes him love u more

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hotluncheddie · 1 month

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omg I didn't realize you wanted chubby steddie asks 🙈

as much as we love the babygirlification of Steve Harrington..... I'm obsessed with boyish manly Steve who is chubby and Eddie is obsessed with him!!!! I'm thinking about your one fic with the sweaty tank top!!!!! do you have more thoughts on this??

yesssssss!!! anon yes yesssssssss!!!!!

not me being like 'yeah! sweaty task top fic nice nice' then realising i have like three different posts that have Steve in a sweaty tank top lol

thankfully @scoops-aboy86 came in clutch with a new tank top sciario <3 (and held my hand thru writing the end lmao ty pal)

but i just love an ex jock trope, i love bulk under muscle and i think big beefy hairy guys are hot - and Steve harrington deserves to be all of that, and more

and also, importantly, eddie munson deserves to have all of that too, in and around him, all the time, in the form of Steve Harrington.

Eddie had come to accept the wealth of things he could be into, the actual buffet of people and scenarios that could get his dick hard. He's had more than his fair share of knuckle biting orgasms over the ex chief of police Jim Hopper. Before and, maybe worse, after getting to know him.

So he knew what it was to have something of a shame wank. To enjoy a moustache or two and a paunch at a middle.

But nothing, no deep seated daddy issues or fantasy of being held down, could ever prepare him for Steve Harrington.

Post upside down, post eventual college and transition to work. Post two bed apartment with Robin, then two bed apartment with Robin and Eddie. Then actual full blow house with Eddie, and more often than not weekend guest Robin. Dating Steve for as long as has was one thing, loving Steve with everything he had was another, and being loved by Steve was something he still had nights of panic about - silent tears as fear and self doubt gripped his throat, nightmares about it all being an elaborate prank that sneak their way in even with Steves arms wrapped tight around his middle.

but Eddie had him.

Was allowed to love him, and worship Steve for all that he was worth. It was wonderful. Eddie knew that.

But it had its challenges. Nothing past Eddie could've done would help current Eddie for what he was in for.

Like how Steve had bulked up over the years, settled and filled out in a way that made those visions of Hopper, and guys from bars he really shouldn't have been at, all come surging back.

Steve was thick, and strong and still so achingly beautiful. Boyish in his actions at times but also protective and capable in a way that made Eddie swoon. Honest to god. Made him feel like a main character in one of those bodice ripper books he had seen (taken out and read) at the library.

And then Steve made it worse.

So so so much worse.

Because Steve went and got a tattoo.

Well, another tattoo. He added roses to go along with the robin and branch on his arm, adding to its greenery with red petals and thorns that Eddie knew were secretly for him. He’d said, offhandedly, that they were his favourite and he knows, because he knows Steve, that thats something he'd listen to and remember.

He’s a die hard romantic.

And now Eddie is going to die, hard.

Soon, if Steve doesn't put a proper fucking shirt on.

Steves been wearing his stupid, old, cropped, white tank top since the appointment. He's "letting the tattoo breathe", "doesn't like the feeling of the healing skin against the fabric", "wants to do it properly". "hates Eddie and wants him to die of hard dick, big-fat-ball disease."

He glares at Steve from the other end of the couch, and maybe only three of those things are something Steve's actually said, but, he thought them. All of them. Must have.

Because Steve's tank is so old it's nearly see through, the peak of his pink nipple evident and distracting. The cropped end keeps rolling up and exposing his wider bellybutton and soft sides. And, as always, with any tank top, with any tank top on Steve, hit tits are there - hairy and lovely and out.

'Steve, please.' Eddie whines, he doesn't think he can take much more.

Steve just raises his eyebrows, taking a swig of beer and not looking away from the tv. 'If I sweat too much, it'll mess with the healing.' He says.

Eddie just crosses his arms, sinks lower into the couch. ‘Can you put on a normal shirt at least? For my sanity, for that alone, please?' Not wanting to sound desperate, but he is desperate.

Steve sighs, muting the TV. 'C'mere.' He holds his arms out and Eddie crawls into his lap. Still sulking, arms still crossed. ‘Eddie, you’re the one who gave me the tattoo. I’m following your instructions.’ Steve says gently.

‘M’firing Robin for getting you to sign the info form.’ He grumbles.

Steve smiles at him, tucking some hair behind his ears. ‘You can’t fire her for doing her job baby.’

‘Maybe not’ Eddie sniffs. ‘But I’m not sharing my baby blue ink with her next time she gets one of her slutty little lady sailor pin ups booked in.’ He mumbles to himself.

Steve pulls Eddie in closer, hands on his waist as he leans in to whisper in Eddies ear. 'Aren't I being so good though? Following what you said, no strenuous activity for two days right?' His voice a little breathy, soft.

And that makes Eddie pause, makes his insides churn and his heart rate increase. 'Ye-yeah.' He rasps, eyes wide. 'So good Stevie.'

'So we have to wait until tomorrow, like you said, yeah?' Steve asks, eyes all big and sweet, lips in a little pouty.

Fuck. He's right. Eddie dug his own grave.

'Yeah.' He sighs. He can do it, for Steve.

Steve smiles sweetly at him, tapping Eddie on the ass and shifting him closer so Steve can unmute the tv and keep watching his game. 'Good boy.' Steve says, kissing Eddies temple.

…Wait. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows, half hard and confused.

But Steve just holds him closer. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, and whines.

#:)#eddie gets domed by pouty dilf Steve #he doesn't know how to feel about it - but he likes it #<3 #ask #hotlunch #steddie #chubby steve harrington #tattoo artist eddie munson #and robin #i think Steve is their part time receptionist and also works at the coffee shop across the street #or part time florist across the street - to really live the au tropes #hes hot

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writersdrug · 7 months

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hehe hi! anon here! didn’t know what you wanted in terms of request but 😭 how about like a comfort request? i’ve just had a pretty bad academic related experience, so maybe head-canons of any character of your choosing for comfort?

Ooooh I like this a lottt.... of course I'll be using the CoD boys, but I might throw some random ones in here too, be prepared lol. Thanks for the request!!!

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE OMGGGGG

CoD 141 Headcannons: Comforting You through a Rough Academic Period

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

He wasn't really the academic type, so he couldn't entirely understand why you let yourself agonize so much over your studies.

But he respected the fact that you were working so hard to achieve your goals. Something he never got to do often for himself, since most of his job was just following orders.

He would sit there and watch as you sat, neck stuck out towards your computer and your back hunched. He'd sigh, moving behind you to roll out your back, wincing as it popped.

"Christ, love - get up and walk around for a second, yeah?"

"I'm almost done with this module, just let m-"

"Up. Now." He'd order you to move, but would drag you out of your seat whether you started to move or not. "You'll get stuck if you sit like that for too long, looking like an old man."

"Like you?"

"Oi!!"

Simon would practice your flashcards with you, although he wouldn't be very helpful. He'd just shake his head when you got the answer wrong, not bothering to help you find it.

"... is it the femur?"

"No."

"... the tibia?"

"Nope. Try again."

"Can I get a hint?"

"No."

"..."

He knew to NOT distract you when you were on a roll. He can manage keeping himself busy while you studied, doing his own work or helping with chores around the apartment.

He knew, from experience, how easy it was to forget to take care of yourself - so he did it for you. He brought you water every time you emptied your cup. He would bring you snacks periodically, or he would cook a meal for the both of you. He'd sit and eat with you, not making any conversation so he doesn't distract you.

"Anything you need, love, just tell me."

If he caught you getting distracted, whether you would glaze over what you were reading, or your conversation with him would go just a bit too long, he would redirect you back to your work.

"Finish that bit and then take a break with me."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

He hated the fact that all of your time was being consumed by something other than him. When he would walk out of your bedroom first thing in the morning and see you bent over the table with your laptop and notebook, he would groan internally. He'd rather you be be bent over the table for him.

But he remembered how often you waited for him while he was deployed, so he patiently waited for you.

Well, as patient as he possibly could be.

After about three hours, you'd be the one lecturing him, telling him to go watch tv or go out and do something so you could finish. Every now and then, he'd only agree to leaving you alone if you would promise to go out to dinner with him, whether it was casual or fancy. After agreeing - and several kisses for convincing - he'd let you be.

"Wear your favorite jeans, ok?" he'd say.

"You mean your favorite jeans?"

"... yeah." he'd smile ear-to-ear.

He would stand behind you, his head resting on top of yours, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he read along to the biochemistry textbook you had on your screen.

"Shite, hen, you studying to be a fucking wizard? What is all that keech?"

He'd constantly throw passive-aggressive praises at you, saying how you're so strong for sticking with your studies, and how he would have given up after looking at the first page.

"You gonna remember me when you're up there with the brainy blokes?"

"Of course I will, you're helping me pay for this."

"For feck's sake, I forgot 'bout that."

More than once, when you dropped your head down in frustration, he would walk over and hold it back up towards the screen.

If you studied in your bed or on the couch, he would sometimes lay with his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your thighs with a tired pout on his lips.

"Hold me when you're finished with that, yeah?"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He admired your determination to get your degree - he felt a sense of pride every time he saw you studying, especially on the days where it was particularly hard for you.

He was your #1 supporter, constantly encouraging you, praising you, and helping you see what your working towards. He'd be carrying you through the lows of your emotions, making sure you didn't feel hopeless.

"Of course you got this, babe, you're so fucking smart!"

While you were reading the module in the textbook, he'd be looking up videos on his phone about the subject, watching it on the lowest volume so as not to disturb you.

He'll sit on the floor with you, your notes strewn everywhere, listening to you talk about the subject you're working on. He'd do his best to engage in conversation with you about it, hoping that it helps you retain the information better.

Truth be told, he doesn't know much about the subject, but he's just happy to help. He'd let you vent about your current frustrations.

"It says that this piece is in 3-4..." you'd mumble.

"Yeah?" he'd reply, not sure where you were looking at on the page in front of you, but doing his best to follow along.

"... and that this one is in 4-4 too, but each note is made up of triplets."

"Triplets?!"

"Yes! And THIS one is 2-4, ALSO with triplets!! They all sound the same!!"

"How the fuck are they different?!"

"You tell me!!"

You knew he wasn't sure what you were talking about, but that he knew what you needed - a shoulder. And he always provided you with that, no matter what kind of day he'd had.

He'd encourage you with snacks, going through your flashcards with you and tossing you a pretzel every time you got one right.

"Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake' starts off in a blank chord."

"Melancholic?"

"Close, but try again. Think simpler."

"... minor?"

"There you go." he'd toss you a pretzel from across the couch.

Captain John Price:

Mans goes full dad-mode when helping you study.

He has a week away from missions? You'd best believe he's spending it at the dinner table with you. He'd work on his own things, sitting next to you, while you study.

He had a no-phone rule at the table while you worked. At first you whined and fidgeted with your hands, itching to check your phone for any form of distraction. Eventually, you gave up, diving into your studies as Price smiled smugly.

Like Simon, he'd be bringing you snacks and water throughout the day. Lots of shoulder massages, scalp massages, and stretch breaks (he'd try to participate, until he'd strain his back too much).

If he notices you struggling, evident in the way you scowl and grip your hair near the scalp, he'd sit right beside you and try to help you understand the material.

Unless it was math. He couldn't stand math.

"What's that?"

"That's mu."

"Come again?"

"It's a Greek letter, it represents the population mean."

"English, love."

"N-no, it's Greek!"

"Huh?!"

"Never mind, John, I got it from here." You'd kiss his cheek, thankful for the moment of amusement he'd provided. He'd continue staring at the screen, grumbling about how ridiculous math had become over the years.

For at least one of your breaks, he'd insist on taking you for a walk. You'd stroll around the neighborhood, basking in the chilly Autumn air mixed with Price's warm arm around yours. As hard as it was for him to drag you out of the house, you were thankful for his stubbornness to get you moving. The pace of the walk and the sound of the atmosphere around you helped clear your head of any frustration and brain fog. You'd close your eyes and lean your head against Price's shoulder, trusting him to take the lead.

A day spent studying was rewarded with an hour or two either in front of the tv, lying in Price's embrace, or the two of you just sitting on the cough together, having a conversation free of your school subjects. Most of the time, you'd fall asleep before him, and he'd let you lie there for a minute before he'd carry you to bed.

"Try not to work yourself too hard, love. Y' need to be strong for me tomorrow."

#cod #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #gaz #price x reader #john price x reader #john price #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #141 x reader #141 headcanons #soap

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redheadspark · 8 months

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hi could i ask for #11 with az fron the september prompt list?? i think itd be sooo cute with him!!!! feel free to ignore this if u dont wanna write it! thank u love u

A/N - I love this for our batboy! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Always

Summary - You knew how to bring Azriel back. Always

Warnings - Just some fluff :D

You saw it in his backside first, how his shoulders were hunched and his wings were tucked tight.

Azriel, being the ever-brooding Spymaster that he was, would give off certain signs that he was tense or stressed. Now to any other person, he could hide it so well and not have it been a huge deal. But to others who knew him well, very well, his stress would still be seen and the tension was evident along the tightness of the shoulders and the click of his jawline.

As for you, being his mate and the one true person you knew Azriel the best, his tension and stress were hugely seen.

On the plus side, there were plenty of tricks you’ve done in the past to help ease the tension and lower the stress. Similar things included getting him his favorite tea at night at the ready when he would slump home from the training camps, getting him a new book you knew would strike his interest, and even preparing a favorite meal of his from his childhood that his mother would make him on bad days. They all have worked splendidly, you seeing the look of adoration on his face and the stare of love in his eyes as he hugged and thanked you.

Other things included long walks together in the evening under the bright stars, getting a drink from Rita’s that was not too strong but enough to make him lean back in his chair so to speak, and a hike on the weekend would sometimes be better. Of course, getting him in bed and driving the stress out of him that way never failed.

But there was one last tactic you rarely used on him, a tactic that was linked to a secret that no one else knew about him. Not even Cassian or Rhysand knew this secret, and Azriel would be mortified if they did.

Azriel was ticklish.

You slipped into your bedroom, seeing Azriel already rubbing the back of his neck with a bit of agitation and some grimacing as his wings remained tight along his backside. Closing the door quietly, you hummed and crawled on top of the bed to be right behind him. Placing your hands along his shoulders, you felt him shiver, making you press a kiss against his head.

“How bad was the camp today?” You whispered, feeling him reach up with one hand to touch yours on his shoulder.

“They’re new recruits, trying to get them all on the same page is another kind of torture,” he hummed, squeezing your fingers in his scarred ones, “I think Cassian almost threw one of them off the mountain,”

“That’s why you have captains, Az. To train them, that's not your job anymore,” You gently reminded him.

“Our Captains are not doing their best, which is why I needed to step in a few times,” He explained, sighing in tiredness and a hint of heaviness, “I don’t wanna think about training anymore. I missed you, how was your day?”

You grinned at him asking you, your fingers staying on his shoulders as a way to distract him, though you already had a plan hatched in your mind, “Well, I worked on our garden today and we have a good batch of carrots and cucumbers for our stew that you like, Feyre is in talk with me about maybe visiting Winter Court for a day or two to talk about their Community Center, and then I was thinking—“

Your fingers went to his sides, tickling him mercilessly as he laughed and tumbled onto the bed as if you were not letting up. Just hearing his laugh along made your heart sing, knowing it was genuine and filled with life. Sometimes he would have to force a laugh from meetings with other High Lords from other Courts, just to be civil. You hated those kinds of laughs, nothing like him at all as his real laugh could bring you up from your lowest days. Hearing his laugh for the first time, his real laugh that he would only have with a handful of his close friends, was one of the first things that made you fall in love with him,

One of many things really.

After a few seconds of you tickling him, thinking that you would get the upper hand, Azriel used his own Spymaster tricks on you in a millisecond. Now you were the one pinned under him on your king-sized bed, his fingers getting at your ribs and behind your legs as your laugh was now the one filling the room. Although you knew he would never use intense force on you, you still felt useless in rolling out from under him.

Yet the trick worked, you seeing through your teary eyes that his wings were now hanging loosely at his sides, his shoulders were slumped with the tension flying away in the air, and even his bright hazel eyes were twinkling in delight as you were shaking and shrieking in laughter from his fingers along your skin.

“You give in?!” He asked over your laughing fit. You were giggling like mad, but you nodded your head as he finally backed off with his fingers. But before he could get too far away, you pulled him in by the back of his neck to kiss him softly. He melted against you, arms in your hold and kissing you back smoothly.

This side of Azriel was rare, but such a sight to see. Nothing bothering him, nothing stressing him out to the point of pulling his own hair out. He was at ease, the weight of his duties and the world in itself was nowhere near him. You would fight tooth and nail to make sure he would have this in his life.

Both of your lives.

You pulled away from his lip briefly to scan his eyes, waiting as he caught his breath before you spoke, “All is well, Az. Okay?”

He took in a long breath, smiling as he nodded his head, “Okay,”

There was no more talk of the stress he had that day, not after you two untangled from each other and had dinner in your little kitchen, and after you two took a shower together to wash off the day.

Finally, the stress never returned as you two embraced one another in your bed to let the sleep take over. You knew you would always find a way to help Azriel, no matter how far away he felt.

You’d bring him home. Always.

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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"Tell me the truth." (sfw) For Solomon, in lieu of the 1k event? Glad to see your blog grow, I hope it only continues to grow even bigger in the coming future and you continue to enjoy what you love! You have a great talent for writing and I hope you enjoy these days joyously <3

Hello, anon! Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this sweet message! I am truly enjoying myself and I'm so happy to know that others are enjoying my writing as well!

Okay, listen. This one... I kinda got carried away. I really love Solomon and I think about him a lot, but especially what it must be like to be immortal. So this one kinda ended up being about that. I made myself incredibly sad writing and editing it, though. So be prepared for that, I suppose. I think it turned out good for all that, but just be prepared for ~feelings~!

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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Tell me the truth."

Warnings: Angst. Like I kinda think this one's sad all the way through, even though things are good between Solomon and MC.

Experience will always alter the perception of time. Life can seem to slowly crawl by, long days and longer nights, alone and empty without anything but dreams. It might also rush past, a frantic whirlwind of activity, barely a moment to breathe let alone think. It is a constant ebb and flow, the continual flux of the present and the past, a liquid temperament that causes life to shape and reshape itself like quicksilver.

Solomon had been alive for a long time before you ever made an appearance. His understanding of time was vastly different from any human with a normal life span. He couldn’t possibly remember what it was like to know his own mortality, that he had a finite number of years, that he would eventually meet his end. He couldn’t remember that feeling because it simply wasn’t true for him anymore.

He had times when things ran by, when the days careened past like a runaway train car. They were more likely to creep through his consciousness, though, especially when he was lonely, which was often.

That was why he noticed immediately how his own experience changed after you showed up. At first, it was nothing. You were always busy and he didn’t exactly spend a lot of time with you. But then he found himself more involved, starting with the danger that almost destroyed the three worlds, that almost ended your life. After that he was more aware of you, choosing to watch you from afar. The occupation of it caused time to move by just a little quicker than it used to.

And then you became his apprentice and he found himself spending even more time with you. Every moment seemed important now. He treasured every second he spent by your side, hating the way they tumbled like sand through his fingers while he was powerless to stop them or slow them down.

Solomon had plenty of time, but you didn’t.

He was aware of mortality in a way he hadn’t been since before he became immortal - aware of your mortality.

So of course he noticed when you started spending more time at Purgatory Hall than you normally did. He was hyper aware of every scrap of time he was able to spend with you. Your increased presence was more than obvious to him. It wasn’t just that you were around more, either. He saw it in the way you lingered longer, the way you suddenly chose to walk home with him, the way you asked him about spells that he knew you had already mastered, as if you needed to hear his voice even if it was just to explain something you already knew.

Solomon noticed how you called him more frequently, too. It became a nightly ritual. One day you called after dinner, saying you just felt like talking to him. And then you did it again the next day and the day after that. Solomon began to anticipate your calls. And if you couldn't call, you would text him.

Solomon clung to every word. Everything you said or wrote to him, every time he found you waiting for him, every time he saw your smile. He knew that you had obligations, loyalties to the demon brothers that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate. But even more than that he knew that you simply had a limit on time. And he cherished everything, locking away the memories of you for the inevitable future when they would be all he had left.

Night in the Devildom was dark, despite the stars and the occasional full moon. Existing in this darkness was something he had gotten used to. It was late, but Solomon had insisted on walking you back to the House of Lamentation. Once again you had spent more time at Purgatory Hall than you should have, giving excuse after excuse about why you needed to stay longer, just one more question about magic, a recipe you wanted to share with Luke, a book Satan wanted you to give Simeon. It was like you collected these little things so you could use them to your advantage when you seemed unwilling to go home.

It had been going on for quite some time and Solomon had been content to let it.

But there was something about walking with you in the dark of this Devildom night that caused his heart to stir. You likely couldn’t see much other than his silhouette and to him you were like a shadow, a living breathing shadow walking beside him, but one he couldn’t read. And there was something safe about this state of partial invisibility.

“You really didn’t want to go home tonight, did you?” Solomon asked, keeping his tone light.

You laughed softly. “Yeah, I guess not.”

“That seems to have been happening a lot lately,” Solomon said. “Is everything all right?”

Solomon felt you shift beside him in the darkness as the two of you walked slowly toward the House of Lamentation. As though you had a slight misstep.

“Everything’s fine,” you said, but the tone of your voice indicated that this was a lie.

Solomon stopped walking. After a few more steps you realized he had stopped and turned to look at him. He couldn’t see your expression in the dark.

“MC,” he said. “You can trust me. Tell me the truth.”

Solomon watched as you looked down at your hands, seemingly unable to meet his eyes even though you could barely see them. Your reluctance to speak made him realize he wanted - needed - to see you clearly.

Solomon took your hand and gently pulled you into the light of a nearby street lamp. Your face became fully visible to him and the fear in your eyes stabbed through his heart.

He took your other hand and held them both close. “It’s okay, MC,” he said. “Whatever is going on, I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you. You’re safe with me.”

The way this made you frown hard, as though you might be fighting back your emotions, made Solomon want to pull you into his embrace, but he waited. Waited to see what you would say, if you would confide in him.

A soft wind kicked up, rustling your hair and clothes, tossing the edges of Solomon’s silver hair into his eyes. He kept his gaze on you, waiting.

Solomon had a lot of time, but you did not. He could wait forever if he had to, but you didn’t have that kind of luxury. He couldn’t begrudge you some moments of reflection, a brief amount of seconds to consider your response, but he knew you couldn’t really know how precious each one of those seconds was to him.

You moved finally, squeezing his hands before looking down at them. He watched the blush that painted your face as you quietly said, “I just want to be with you. I’m happiest when I’m by your side, so I find it hard to leave.”

Solomon felt like his chest was rupturing, filled with a force of feeling he could never hope to articulate. He closed his eyes and pulled you into his arms, unable to resist holding you. “This is what you were afraid to tell me?”

You gripped him hard, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I thought…” but you seemed unable to say what you thought.

Solomon leaned back and made you look at him. “You thought I wouldn’t want you? That I wasn’t already completely lost to you? That I don’t measure the minutes you’re with me like the precious commodity they are? MC, all I could ever want is to be with you.”

Solomon watched the tears brimming in your eyes. He reached out to brush away the one that fell down your cheek.

Solomon moved in and you met him halfway and the feeling of your lips against his was so soft and sweet he almost started crying, too.

Time would inevitably take you away from him. Solomon knew that. And yet for once he was willing to deal with that grief when it happened if it meant he could spend what precious years you had making you as happy as he possibly could. The memory of your face might fade from his mind, but the strength of your love would never fade from his heart. He could hold you there for the rest of eternity, keeping him company through long nights when he would find himself alone and missing you.

For now, Solomon would hold you and kiss you and spend every minute he possibly could in your presence. He would celebrate your life for the fleeting thing it was because despite its brevity, it had forever changed his own endless existence. And in this way, held forever in Solomon’s memory and heart, you would become immortal, too.

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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Something cute with Zhang Hao where the reader became close with one of the boys (Jiwoong maybe?) and he's jealous because poor boy has the biggest crush on reader :( with a cute lil confession? 🥰

A real kiss~

pairing: jealous zhang hao x long time friend reader ft. jiwoong as the cause of drama (jk)

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, fluff, humour

tw/tags: introvert things, nicknames, jealousy lol, jiwoong giving hands-on acting lessons (maybe a lil too hands-on for hao but he’s just being nice y’all), woong best wingman (yes he can sense the tension), kdrama mention, flashback, kissing, confessions

wc: 1175

summary: maybe hao’s a teeny little bit jelly of how well you get along with jiwoong.

a/n if any of you saw this earlier than scheduled, it's because tumblr hates me and likes to confuse me constantly~ anyways thanks for the req anon, this was really cute and i enjoyed writing it very much, a little content note: xiào xiào is a nickname used for kids who are like happy or smiley but hao calls mc that bc they make hao happy shdsd ok if any better mandarin speaker would like to correct me or suggest another nickname, just lmk~

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Zhang Hao likes to think he’s a fairly laid back person.

Or at least, that’s what he likes to think when you’ve been deep in conversation with Jiwoong for the past hour and not spending time with the person who actually invited you over (him).

Okay maybe he isn’t being fair. You’ve also, over the past hour, checked in on him and tried your best to involve him in your conversation. It’s just that Hao is an introvert and today is one of the days where he doesn’t feel like making it a three way conversation. Also they’ve mostly worked it out but he and Jiwoong still have their awkward moments so there’s that too.

“You alright Hào hào?” Well at least he can enjoy the fact you’re using the nickname that only you call him. (Because absolutely no one else is allowed to call him that ever).

“I’m fine, Xiào xiào.”

You had joined Yuehua around the same time, Zhang Hao as an idol trainee while you were preparing to go into acting. To say you were close would be an understatement. You clicked immediately, the other Yuehua trainees would joke that you were Hao’s co-parent with how often you would come over to their dorm with food.

Hao spent every free day he had off the program with you if both of you weren’t busy. Sometimes you’d even accompany him to visit his subway ads, obviously sporting a mask and hat and keeping it lowkey so as not to draw attention to yourself. While you’ve been an extra or had a line or two for a few drama gigs, you haven’t exactly made your public debut just yet.

It just so happened that you’d be working with Jiwoong on your first minor supporting role in The Good Bad Mother, alongside your actor sunbaenim in Yuehua who had the starring role. The eldest hyung also happened to have quite a bit of experience in acting and you happened to have questions. While your company sunbaenims and teachers were helpful, they were also quite busy and you didn’t want to bother them too much.

“So for kissing scenes-”

Suddenly, Hao’s full attention is on you as you ask his bandmate how one goes about filming such scenes. He’s not dumb. Hao knows once you start getting bigger roles, you might do scenes like that. But dammit, he wants to be your first kiss, not some actor who’s playing your love interest.

“You’ve never been kissed before?”

It’s one of those moments where you’re too tired from the hours and hours of PR training, Hao preparing for Boys Planet and you for the eventual conferences and public appearance you’ll make once you make your acting debut.

“It’s not that.” You sink into the sofa of the little room you’ve been in for hours, learning how to avoid getting a bad edit on camera.

“It’s just that none of them really meant anything, you know? It was for fun, for a dare or some shit like that. To figure out whether I liked boys or girls or both. I just don’t think it’s a real kiss, you know?”

“What’s a real kiss then?”

You’re quiet for a bit and Hao’s about to move on with the conversation when you speak again.

“With someone I like. I’d be nice to kiss someone I like. Someone who likes me too.”

I like you, Hao thinks. I’d like to kiss you.

He could do it. He could offer. But he’s shy and your friendship is only a few months old and he’s going to get shipped off to this Mnet program soon. So instead he says:

“That sounds nice. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Maybe because you’re the type to go around kissing everyone, Mr. Campus prince.”

You tease.

“Hey! I wasn’t like that at all.”

Hao protests. You grin mischievously and your conversation devolves back to light, playful back and forth.

But Hao doesn’t forget.

Maybe that’s the day that he decides to try and become the someone you like.

Jiwoong’s hands are on your shoulders. Zhang Hao’s not sure when that happened but he does know that he doesn’t like it.

“So my hands should go here?” You ask, patting Jiwoong's rib cage. He nods, expression completely placid and wholly focused on teaching you how to manoeuvre yourself.

“You can also put it on their waist, the director will be giving you instructions and you can monitor yourself on camera between takes as well.”

You nod thoughtfully, tentatively placing your hands on him. Zhang Hao’s fingers twitch, just a little. Most of the members who had been filtering in and out of the room seemed to have disappeared. It’s just him, you, and Jiwoong.

Which is why you decide to lean in, your face just about a few inches away from the eldest ZB1 member.

“So I just go like this?”

That’s it. Hao’s had enough. He can’t do this. He can’t watch you anymore.

“Xiào xiào?”

Hao’s careful not to show how happy he is when you pull away from Jiwoong and look at him. His hyung must have sensed it anyway, standing up and saying he’s supposed to meet Seobin soon. You thank him for the help, he says you can text him anytime (Hao’s not sure how to feel about that one) and then he leaves the two of you alone.

“There goes my acting teacher.” You pout a little and Hao can’t help himself.

“You came here to spend time with me, not take lessons from Jiwoong-hyung.”

“Awww, is Hào hào jealous?”

“I miss you.” He says instead of answering, hugging your side like he usually does.

You hug him back, and in a small voice, you admit.

“I’ve missed you too, Hào hào.”

There shouldn’t be anything special about the moment. You’ve done this before, hugged like this before, said things like this before. But this time, he just-

Hao pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you loosely. It’s just enough so he can see your eyes, looking at him, he can’t read you too well, he swears his heart’s beating so loudly that you can hear it. But you don’t pull away. He leans in.

His lips are soft against yours, you can feel the slightly sticky sensation of the lip balm he uses, taste a little of the tea he was drinking a while ago. It’s warm and nice and it feels perfect.

His arms slide to your waist and your fingers circle around his shoulders, holding onto the fuzzy knit fabric of his cardigan. You can smell the perfumed lotion he uses, pleasantly floral and addicting. He keeps kissing you. You keep kissing back.

Hao only stops when his heart feels like it’s going to give out, catching his breath and looking at you with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He can’t help but ask.

“Was that a real kiss?” I like you so, so much.

“I think it was, Hào hào.” I like you too.

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yxami · 1 year

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OMG KYO IS SOOOO ADORABLE🥹

The whole fic was like a giant ball of fluff I loved it╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ I would honestly love to see more of him and reader, maybe they got paired for a project so went somewhere together and Kyo, in his delusional little mind, is convinced they are out on a date?

I’m glad you like my requests, I love your writing and have a bunch of stuff I wanna request but want to send then slowly hdksjhsh

-🌸 anon

I accidentally posted my draft instead of saving and I don’t think there’s a way to delete the post without destroying the ask so I made this one long enough for me to not get distracted and write without break. Thank you for requesting again 🌸 anon!

Kyosuke nervously scanned the options of drinks and snacks the cafe had. The menu was well decorated and put together nicely. He was only noticing these things because he wanted to avoid looking at you.

Which is something rare, he would never attempt to do that but today was different. You looked too cute! The way you dressed yourself up today made soft blush steady on his cheeks. It was almost too much of a sight to take in.

The two of you were partnered up for a project and when he heard your name after his; he was so happy! He hastily approached you, his words were quiet from his heart beating too quick. You told him Saturday was perfect to meet up and you found a good cafe to go to!

He was relieved that you already chose out the place. He’d likely stumble on his words and mumble if he had to choose the perfect date for the two of you. It was a date right? Right.

“I’m gonna get this hazelnut coffee with bagel and cream cheese. What about you?” Your eyes glanced up at his, that were focused on the menu in-front of him. Just like had been for the past minute. You wondered if he was okay, was the busy atmosphere too much for him?

“Uhm.. I think I’ll get this boba drink and … a muffin!” He showed you the menu, pointing towards the items he planned to order. You nodded and the two of you waited for a server to come by.

It was a small but busy cafe. You liked the atmosphere, and the smell. People often came here to study and chat, the cafe advertised the calm place that was perfect for it as well!

Once the two of you ordered, you stared at Kyosuke. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to be next to you? So the two of you could properly plan out what to do for each slide. You decided to speak up about it as well.

“Hey, come sit over here. It’s better so that we can view the same screen” You pat the space next to you. It was a spacious booth so you’d prefer if he was on your side so it was easier for everything.

“Okay sure!” He agreed, you got out of the booth so he could sit on the inner side rather than outside. That way, he wouldn’t have to see the busy look of the cafe. You always assumed he was antisocial and he in fact was! It was pretty obvious..

Kyosuke focused on looking at your computer, lost in thought instead of listening to your voice. He was too distracted thinking about the date that the two of you were on. Was the date for hanging out and studying or a date to sneak in some school stuff.

It had to be a normal date! You chose such a lovely cafe and wanted him to sit closer. You were definitely hinting something, right? He felt your thigh graze against his, he swallowed the surprised sound that was about to escape from his throat.

He was just so anxious, this was his first date! His first time being with such a lovely person like you. It made him want to be your boyfriend even more than before. If it was even possible! He wondered how it would be before the two of you dated.

Maybe few weeks, then after a few months you’ll be prepared for an engagement, then a marriage! He couldn’t wait to be wed to you, to keep you happy with his skills. If you wanted.. maybe the two of you could even have kids—

“Kyo, did you hear what I said?” You poked at him, wondering why his large eyes seemed to be lost in thought. You didn’t hate it though, his surprised face was adorable every-time you caught him distracted.

“Oh- no! Sorry I was thinking about something” He slightly frowned, forgetting that you were talking about something. He must’ve seemed rude! He hoped you would let him explain.

“It’s okay, you look cute when you’re thinking” You giggled, now pointing at the slides. They were empty; only holding the titles that the two of you planned.

“How about we use combine these two slides rather than have them separate. It’ll look smaller but the slide will be lengthy instead of both being separated.” You switched to the other one, holding a similar title that could be paired with the other.

“That sounds good!“ He didn’t even realized you complimented him until a few more seconds. His cheeks reddened more then before. Is his heart going to be able to beat once more if you continued?

After the two of you got your coffees and snacks, the mission was to get to work! He assisted in the slides, revising and correct mistakes you missed. If both of you guys were lucky, you’d be able to write 4 slides. You had another 2 weeks to finish so it was a pretty good start.

You saved everything, taking a break to eat your bagel. He took notice and started to sip on his drink. A break was needed! You were so hardworking and thoughtful, he admired you before you caught him.

“What’s with the look in your eyes” You smiled, pointing out his shiny eyes that seemed to glint only in your presence. You always liked looking at him, his eyes were very pretty and his face was a perfect sight to see! But he always was looking at you before you took a peek at him.

“What look?” He said confused, was it positive or negative? He was wondering if you meant the fact that he was silently respecting your dutiful traits, along with your outfit choice. It suited you very well!

“You got a nice glint in your eyes, is it the light” You leaned closer to him to see if it was such lighting that complimented his eyes. You saw it often so maybe he just had very reflective eyes.

“Wh-wha do you mean?!” He sputtered before leaning away out of the overwhelming closeness between the two of you. His nervous hands were placed behind him as he avoided keeping his face too close.

“Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to get too close” You giggled with a guilty tone, even though you loved his reaction to how close you were. He always scampered like a hamster whenever you entered his bubble.

“It’s okay! I just didn’t know what you meant” He composed himself, breathing normally rather then holding his breath like before. He smiled cheek to cheek, he would have to start training himself to handle you or else he’d be too shy to propose when the day came for your marriage!

The date project planning went well, managing to get 4 almost 5 slides done. You enjoyed what you ordered and would probably visit again when you had to do study. He was a good partner as well! Which made the time smoothly pass by.

It was just the end that surprised you!

“Uhm.. can we do this again? Not like anything school related but a date!” His eyes surprisingly focused on you, unwavering.

“Sure! I’d like that” You happily hugged Kyosuke, finding it surprising that he was able to embrace you as well. You didn’t think Kyosuke was into you like that but you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him! He was nice company and a good friend so why not try?

“Al-alright! Oh my gosh, I didn’t expect you to say yes” He let out a sigh of relief that he was holding in ever since the two of you stepped out the cafe. You giggled at his shy and now relaxed words. He wasn’t as tense before.

“I’ll text you when I’m free, see you later, Kyo” You kissed his cheek, letting go of the hug to do so. You walked off to start heading home. Not witnessing the beautiful sight of his reaction.

Which was him standing with wide eyes still in pure shock, with a face redder than ever before in his life. He couldn’t believe you just kissed him! This was a dream come true! Next was just your hand in marriage and then he could die being the happiest man on earth!

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padfootagain · 9 months

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Hello lovelies ! Today we’re taking a look at an anonymous request: “Look, I have been watching videos on youtube of Ben's concert in December, and I immediately came with this idea for a fic and I have to share it you with. Imagine Ben being super excited and he wants you there, cause you're his girl and he loves you and he wants to share this moment with you. But you have to attend some family business outside LA a few days earlier the show and you're not sure you're gonna be able to make it. This makes him a little sad BUT it turns out you're able to make it. And you show up without telling him cause you want to surprise him, so you stay in a corner just watching him perform and at some point while he's singing a song he spots you and he's so happy like can't stop smiling the rest of the show 💗💗💗”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you like the fic I’ve written for you!

I hope you all enjoy this adorable little piece! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Extreme fluffiness. Rotten teeth guaranteed.

Summary: Ben is excited by his upcoming concert. Sadly, you can’t come to the show. Or well, he thinks you can’t come. After all, you wouldn’t miss this moment for the world…

Word Count: 2119

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You knew Ben was disappointed, although he wasn’t clearly showing it. It was written in the dulled glimmer in his eyes, in the tightness of his smile, in the sadness of his slight frown.

As you gave him yet another tender kiss, before you would climb in your car to drive home to your parents’, you made sure to show him how much you loved him. How much you cared. How much you wanted to stay.

“Be safe on the road,” he admonishes, voice tender and yet worried. “Call me once you’re home.”

“Of course. I’ll text you.”

“You can call…”

You chuckled at that.

“You just want an excuse to hear my voice?” you teased him, not realising how right you were.

“Exactly.”

He held you in a tight hug, one last embrace before you must leave for a whole week. It was your cousin’s birthday, you needed to be there. Meanwhile, Ben would be busy preparing his concert at the Troubadour.

You hated yourself for not being there, for coming home only the next day, but if Ben was disappointed, you knew he wasn’t bitter or angry. He had been the one to insist that family was more important than his concert. You needed to leave, be there for them. He would sing again, you could come to his next show. And you knew he was right, that he was rational about all this, and so you had packed your things the day before and now… now you were about to leave. It was the rational, logical thing to do. The right thing. It didn’t erase the sadness in his black eyes though…

“I’m sorry,” you whispered one more time in his ear.

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“I won’t be here for the concert…”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You wanted to come, that’s enough for me. As long as you’re proud of me, that’s all I need.”

“Of course, I’m proud of you, Ben. I’m so proud.”

You pulled away, just enough to stare at him, to tenderly hold his face in your palms.

“Don’t use your most ridiculous dance moves. And don’t be too charming, or I’ll have to be jealous over all these people fainting because of your extreme hotness.”

He laughed, bright and loud and earnest, fondly shaking his head.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to upset you,” he answered, mischief painted all over his features. “But then again, I can hardly help it…”

“You’re so cocky these days!”

“You’re the one flattering me!”

“I’m complimenting you. You’re very handsome. And you’ll do amazing for your concert, I know you will. So, no need to worry yourself too much, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

You stared at each other for a moment longer, stealing seconds, wrapping your embracing frames in silence in an attempt to slow down time. But there was nothing you could do…

“I need to go,” you whispered, at long last.

“Be careful.”

“I will be.”

“Have a nice time with your family.”

You nodded, feeling tears rising to your eyes, and you looked away to withhold them.

You tried to run away, but Ben held you tighter, quickly moved his hands to hold your face and bring it closer so he could lean down to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you too, baby.”

“I’ll see you in a week. Or well, actually… I’ll see you in six hours, on the phone.”

You laughed, brushing away a tear before it would fall.

“I was supposed to text you, then call you… and now it’s a full on videocall you’re asking for!”

“What can I say? I can’t live without you.”

You exchanged one last tender smile before you climbed inside your car. You noticed that Ben watched as you left, standing still until your car was out of the parkin lot, out of the street, and at long last, out of sight.

And he missed you already…

Ben was nervous before going on stage. He was used to talking to crowds, and yet… yet this was totally different.

A mix of apprehension and excitement was turning his stomach into tight knots, nausea rising in his throat. And yet, he kept on smiling to his friends, to this wonderful crew of people who seemed crazy enough to believe in him. And beyond his nerves, Ben was unbelievably happy. Singing at the Troubadour, it wasn’t nothing. To a crowd that had come to see him… He couldn’t be more grateful.

The only saddening detail was that you were not here. He had called you this morning, you had wished him good luck, you had encouraged him, repeated over and over again how proud of him you were, and Ben used these words now as a mantra before going on stage. Still, he wished you could be here. He wished you could give him a hug and a kiss, and straighten the collar of his shirt with this proud glint shining in your eyes, the way you did whenever he went to premieres. He wished for one of your bright smiles, one last peck on his lips and a quick I love you whispered in his ear before letting him go. He longed for your reassurance, your love, your tenderness.

So, he summoned your voice in his mind, a few seconds before going on stage, painting your grinning face on the canvas of his closed eyelids.

One last deep breath. He wished you could be here, slipping away to join the crowd. He would have saved you a spot, so he could know where you were, so he could find you back in the crowd…

But you were hundreds of miles away, spending one last evening with your family before coming back to LA to join him. You weren’t here…

But all these people were here. And even if you couldn’t see him on stage tonight, he had to make you proud. He had to sing these songs as if he sang them to you. He could do that…

He opened his eyes, and stepped onto the stage.

It was so loud, he was quite blinded by the light but he grinned all the same. And he loved it. As he started singing, as he chatted a little with the crowd, he adored every second of it. Sharing his love for music, hearing people sing along the songs he had written, seeing them dancing and clapping along… it was the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

He was having a blast, but there was something strange on his right, second row. He couldn’t see clearly because of the lights and the moving crowd. But there was someone there, who looked very much like you.

It couldn’t be you, he knew that. It couldn’t be, and yet, every time he glanced in that direction he was certain to recognize your hair, to see this shirt of yours he liked so much…

Between two songs, he seized the opportunity to take a closer look, reaching for his bottle of water to take a short break. He focused, focused and… he almost chocked on his water.

Because it was you. You were there. Right there, second row, lost in the crowd on the right side of the room, with the brightest and proudest grin plastered on your face and… it was you. You were there. You had come.

Ben’s grin was unparalleled, you couldn’t remember ever seeing a smile so bright, so full of radiance, so full of love.

When he turned to his microphone again, he needed a couple of seconds to gather his thoughts. There were too many questions swirling in his head: when had you left your family? When had you arrived? What on earth were you doing here altogether?

The rest of the show went brilliantly, to him it was a blur of adrenaline, lights, music and happiness, and exhilarating feelings that made his heart beat too fast. It passed in a blur, over too soon, and yet, he was exhausted when he finished his last song. After he had spotted you, he couldn’t help but glance at you often, to turn towards you to sing the most romantic lyrics, to look for validation in your gaze. You offered him pride and love every time his eyes landed on your frame…

Despite his exhaustion, Ben was too excited to rest right after the show was over. He was congratulating his band, and enjoying a well-deserved drink, but he also kept on looking around, searching for you. And his friends laughed at him for it, but he didn’t pay them any attention. He was too excited to see you for that…

Because, for sure, you would come backstage, right? You wouldn’t go straight home… or was it all but a dream? A sort of hallucination caused by the excitement and all the adrenaline coursing through his veins?

No, it was real, indeed. Indeed, you were appearing again before him, wearing this shirt he adored, looking dishevelled after dancing all night long, the brightest grin on your lips. And it was a little rude for Ben to simply leave the group he was chatting with a second before, but he could hardly help it. As he bolted towards you, glass forgotten on a random box, no one held it against him either. The second he saw you standing there, he was sprinting down the corridor to catch you in his arms, lifting you up as you laughed.

“You’re here!” he whispered, voice made no more than a shaky breath out of emotion. “What are you doing here?!”

You tightened your hold on him, your cheek pressed to his.

“I left my parents’ place early. I couldn’t be away and miss this. You were amazing, baby! I’m so proud of you!”

You felt him grinning against your skin as he pressed kisses on your cheek and temple.

“You liked the show? Did you have fun?”

“I had so much fun. And the show was amazing. You did so good!”

At last, he gently put you down on the ground, pulling away just enough to stare at you, adoration painted all over his features. And you looked at him with the same love in your gaze and smile.

“Thank you so much for coming. It means so much to me…”

“I know. That’s why I had to come.”

“Wasn’t your family upset?”

“No, they weren’t. I simply came a day early. I left this morning, arrived in LA a couple of hours before your show.”

“You must be exhausted.”

“It was worth it. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

“I didn’t use any ridiculous dance move, I hope you’re proud of me for that.”

You exploded with laughter, and he soon joined you.

“I’ve noticed, and I’m very proud indeed. However, you didn’t tune down the hotness, I’m very upset.”

“Upset? Really?” he teased you, trying hard to hide his amusement but failing.

“Of course. Even more because I’m far from immune to it, so… I did find you very hot up there. I have to say, it was hard to handle a couple of times.”

He laughed, a mess of blushing cheeks, hiding behind his hand as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Well, that’s the advantage of being my girlfriend. All the fantasies you’ve imagined during my show can come true once we’re home.”

You couldn’t look at him as his voice dropped an octave, as the flirt was so heavy on his suave tone, as he stared at you with too much intensity despite the blush on his cheeks… the smooth, adorable bastard…

“Can’t wait to go home, then,” you whispered. “But first, I need to congratulate your band. They were all amazing.”

“They are brilliant,” he nodded, turning towards the band again.

“Especially the drummer, he’s very sexy. Do you think he’s single?”

“Since when do you have a thing for drummers?”

“Since forever.”

“How come I didn’t know that?”

But you raised a teasing eyebrow.

“Why do you think I’m dating you? Because you’re a drummer, obviously.”

He let out a bright laugh.

“I barely play these days!”

“Well, here is a complaint for you. I need more drumming content in my love life.”

“It sounds awfully naughty when you put it like that.”

“Well, you said that all my fantasies could come true… I’ll wait for this part.”

“How could I disappoint my lovely girlfriend? I guess I’ll have to find a way to play more often.”

When he offered you a glass of beer, you raised it to a cheer, a mischievous grin on your lips.

“To the drummers!”

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Taglist : @sergeantbuckybarnes @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes oneshot #oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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danmeiconfession · 3 months

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Ik I'm late but Reply to: https://www.tumblr.com/danmeiconfession/739733352626749441/why-are-we-fighting-over-who-in-svsss-is-morally

Anon, it isn't about who rly is morally right in svsss. It's about how you stan your fav who is immoral. But hate on SJ, who only did 1 thing wrong; which is singling out LBH, might I add a PROTAGONIST, and abuse him. Cos if LBH wasn't a protag, no one would've care if he abused him or not. Cos I've some examples in svsss who did abuse children but got away with it.

SY is a lazy, 2nd Generation young master, neet and an internet hater. He bullied SQH to change his original plot, then had the audacity to hate on it. After transmigrating, his only plan was to survive, not to change LBM or the plot. He was okay if LBM DID turn out as a tyrant, as long as he is alive with his LIMBS INTACT. Had 3 yrs to prepare for LBM's abyss arc and stopping LBM's blackening fully. But instead, he DID NTH but to lazy around the Peak, coddling and spoiling LBM, giving him an assurance that demonic cultivation is okay in CQMS and when the time came, accused LBM of being a demon and pushed him in abyss after stabbing him. LBM wouldn't have turned out the way he did, if SY didn't pull that shit. He isn't a good teacher. He emotionally abused QJP disciples, abandoning them, getting irritated if anyone starts crying but coddles LBM if he did the same. He had also abused BZP disciples indirectly, using LQG to beat up his disciples ONLY COS they were bullying LBM, not any other QJP disciple. He still continued to abuse SQH, a fellow transmigrator. He is also a groomer, might I add, he was grooming LBM into a tyrant, who'll listen to him, tho he didn't know he was unintentionally grooming LBM sexually as well. And his biggest crime is till the end he is impersonating someone else, ik he didn't have a choice but he could've come clean that he isn't who they all think he is.

LBM is an obsessive freak, manipulating SY into having his way, he tortured SY just cos he 'thought' he got rejected by his shizun. Beat up SHL, used some innocent cultivators to satiate XM's hunger, tried to SA SY and last but not the least, tried to merge the 3 realms and killing n no. of innocent ppl with it.

Okay, LBG makes my blood boil, he is the worst out of all the immoral Gays out there. He is everything SJ was accused for! He is a mass murderer. He did genocide, he is behind the destruction on 3 realms, killing so many innocent humans and cultivators alike. He is a rapist, raping innocent women in 2 digits. He is fucking abuser himself! He abused and tortured SJ for years. Turned him into a human-stick! Just bcos he couldn't handle some whipping, which was a simple form of punishment in ancient China. He wasn't even abused to the extend SJ did, but had the audacity to cry about it to everyone, about how horrible his shizun is. He had also tortured SY and tried to rape him. And had to look pitiful when SY rejected him. Only cos SY was a nicer version of his shizun.

LQG may try to be a righteous man, but trust me he isn't. No righteous man will belittle anyone. He looked down upon sex workers. Belittled SJ, who he knew nth about. Abusing his own disciples, abandoning them whenever he felt like it. In Jinlan city arc he kidnapped civilians so MQF could experiment on them. Pls don't tell me it is morally right to you.

YQY's biggest crime is his silence. He was silent when PLs were accusing SJ and spreading rumours about him, when he knew about SJ. He never stopped those rumors from spreading. He never stopped the PLs to shit on SJ. He kept his silence. He was silent when SJ warned him about SQH. He NEVER listened to SJ, whenever he tried to warn him about smth and then SJ had to deal with the outcome. He was silent when LBG came to accuse SJ of his crimes. He NEVER opened his mouth. He never asked his martial siblings to get along with SJ, but expected that from SJ. He knew his brother but still believed the crimes against him.

SQH, og or airplane doesn't matter, is a mass murderer. He killed innocent young cultivators in IAC. He was conspiring with demons against his own kind! The only difference between them is, airplane was a little bit kind. Cos he didn't unleashed, dangerous and deadly monsters. He tried to help SJ when LQG accused him of backstabbing or gave him an advice for future Lingxi Caves event. He isn't rly that kind either. PIDW ended the way it did cos he got corrupt. He started licking his benefactors feet. Og did everything on his own volition. He never cared for anyone in this world.

MBJ, just like SQH, is a mass murderer. He is the mastermind behind the demon invasion in IAC, killing innocent young cultivators. He also abused SQH constantly.

Looking at your fav none of them are morally right but when it comes to staning one of them only SJ gets the backlash and says, "Stop staning SJ, stan SY he is kinder version of SQQ," "uwu LBH/LBM/LBG is a traumatized little meowmeow. He ended up like this cos he was abused in the past," "YQY is a traumatized little guy, he scared to loose everything in his life!" "SQH is forced to do everything!" And last, "LQG is a righteous cultivator, he'll never do anything wrong!"

#svsss #scumbag self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #shang qinghua #liu qingge #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #scumbag system #yue qingyuan

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southangel · 2 months

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Hello again! It's the anon from the Stan and Cartman younger sibling request :D

How would the relationship between siblings have been in the post-COVID timeline (the not-fixed one yet)? I mean, Cartman got better a little bit, so maybe the relationship between him and his sibling got better or worse haha.

Have a nice day or night! :D

Being Stan and Cartman’s Younger Sibling (Post-Coivd)

Warnings: mentions of drinking/drugs

Notes: Hi Anon!! Platonic relationships, gender-neutral. I have way too much free time.

Stan Marsh

Post-Covid Stan was definitely something.

Since we’re talking about the not-fixed timeline, he was the most screwed up version of himself.

After the farm incident and everything past that, it all just built up mentally which caused his moving away.

As much as Stan hates his family, his dad, you should be lucky he still even cares about you.

After everything, you’re the only one he really has left.. All of his friends were in an argument, his dad couldn’t be any worse, and half of his family members were dead.

So what does Stan do? He takes you with him, to live with him.

He doesn’t trust his dad with you, not after how he treated him all those years.

You were both so young when the pandemic happened, you didn’t really understand the extent of it all.

Stan tries to make the best of it, but he can barely make something of himself. He tries to make sure you can’t tell, but he knows you can.

As you both grow older, it hurts you to see your own brother losing himself to his old habits.

Life wasn’t a fairy tale anymore, you were being prepared for a fake reality, Stan made you realize that..

You couldn’t remember the last time Stan didn’t reek of whiskey, or even the last time he was fully sober.

It didn’t take you long to realize that Stan became what he hated most, Randy.

The more you get older, the more you start to understand, and the more you don’t want to..

Stan promised he would always be there for you, and he was, it just seemed fake.

Stan rarely talked to you, throwing random gifts or items in your face ever so often as compensation, as if he was trying to replace his lack of affection.

You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t a little kid anymore.

If you ever got married or found a love interest, you should he grateful to even consider he showed up at your wedding/party.

Stan still loves you, he’s just so mentally screwed up that he’s slowly screwing you up in the process as well.

He doesn’t mean it, he just needs help..

You wished it would all end, change at the very least, but Stan would never go back to that loving brother you once knew.

“Hey, can you tell Alexa to go fuck herself?”

Eric Cartman

Post-Covid Cartman was definitely an improvement when comparing him to his normal self.

He is definitely more carting and family oriented, considering how he now has a wife and kids.

Cartman still isn’t completely normal, but he’s definitely nicer towards you and his family, that’s the most his kindness really extends out to.

He sends you gifts from time to time, rarely, but also lets you visit him and his family.

Some of the things Cartman has taught you from time to time have actually stuck onto you, some more than others.

Those old habits and little things he taught you to do to be like him still appear in your everyday life, surprisingly he has dropped some of them himself.

He obviously still has parts of his old personality and habits, and that will never change.

I feel that Cartman would actually have you instead of Clyde going into the time machine to go and kill Kyle.

Yes, his hatred for Kyle will never die down, no matter the universe or timeline.

I mean, you’re still his younger sibling, that much isn’t going to change. Of course Cartman is still going to manipulate you into doing things without you realizing, he can’t just not do that to you.

Once you get married or find a love interest, he would surprisingly congratulate you on this turning point in your life.

It was one of the only times where you could actually tell that Cartman wasn’t going to switch up or have a mix of emotions, suddenly trying to sabotage you.

Cartman tells everyone that he’s changed, but he’s your brother, you know him.

Deep down, he’s still that manipulative, guilt tripping, passive aggressive, chili making maniac that you’ve known for your whole literal life.

Part of you wants to tell someone, but you would believe you now or even care when everyone’s on their own in a pandemic?

Eventually, you come to terms with the future and just accept Cartman.

Now that you’re older, you realize the extent of his actions that were blinded to you when younger.

You understand why he’s like this, and part of you even starts going to start blaming Liane for being such a pushover.

Then again, she probably just influenced his behavior by burning the flame more.

Cartman starts being more ‘caring’ in his terms as an adult, but why is he still taking care of you? He’s an adult, with his own family.

Either way, no matter what you do, it’s like Cartman tries to include himself in your life more to make up for those times in your childhood.

“Congrats on the marriage, they’re a little ugly though..”

#stan marsh x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh #stan x reader #platonic #south park x y/n #south park #south park x reader

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faintedlcve · 8 months

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When are you going to post your next fanfic? I have been waiting ages. If you don't want to you can just say so so I can request other people. You aren't letting me request other people while taking your sweet time to write fanfics. Get your life together and start writing or be brave and say you won't write it. It won't kill you to lose a few followers. I know you aren't entitled to but if you don't want to write it just say so. I don't want to wait so long and not be able to request other people. I thought you'd be one of the people who would be consistent with your writing. Guess not. You were one of my faves but honestly now I don't like you anymore. Unfollowing you. Be consistent. Get your life together. Grow tf up. I'm requesting other people.

I never thought I'd have to be serious on this platform but I guess I do.

When I first got this "ask", I thought about ignoring it. Everyone gets hate. But I realise sometimes spreading awareness is more important.

It has come to my attention that people such as the anon above think writers are machines. They seem to think that they are entitled to the writers time and consideration. That is simply not true.

Writers have lives outside of Tumblr and I feel like these people seem to forget that. My uni starts in a couple of days which is the reason for my inconsistency. I need to get stuff prepared to leave my home. It's a very personal and important moment for me and my life. This might be the last time I see my friends and to me writing is just not a priority at the moment because writing takes time and consideration and a lot of thought is put into it so the reading experience is enjoyable for people.

Writing is a hobby for me. I do it for myself. Not other people. I do it when I want to. It's my time. My writing. My blog. It's my hobby. And I love getting requests, I really do! And I love everyone who likes my reading!

When I was young I never thought I'd actually be able to have a fanbase however small that might be. I never thought I'd actually have people that enjoy my writing. I'm grateful for Tumblr to be able to express myself. Writing and expressing yourself to the world is incredibly difficult for some people such as myself so building up the courage to go out into the world well aware of criticism and stuff is tough. And comments like these can easily break it down. Also, I don't know if the person who wrote this is aware but I have ADHD. So I end up making things take wayyyy more time than it should.

Now back to the "ask". I do understand what the anon is trying to say and I'm sure a few people might agree with it and it's fine. But I have three problems with it:

1) I did mention on my pinned posts that requests were closed until further notice and that if they do want to send requests I can't guarantee how long it will take me to write them down.

2) There are nicer ways to say it. If the anon really wanted me to write their request they could've been nicer about it. Messaged me about it or anything else. Because us writers have feelings and we get hurt as well. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate anyone talking to you like this.

3) I have a life separate to Tumblr and you have no idea what I could be going through. I apologize for not mentioning that I will be off writing for a while. If you want, you can request other Tumblr accounts but I would appreciate it if you mention that you already send a similar request to said Tumblr. I hope you realise this is verbal abuse.

I was trying to figure out who wrote this post (naturally so I could block them and not tend to their request for being so rude as I have self respect) but I only found one Tumblr that unfollowed me on the day this post was written (quite recently actually) since the post mentions it and I only found one Tumblr that I used to be mutes with that unfollowed me (I will not reveal who it is). I refuse to believe that Tumblr wrote this post. Their Tumblr is amazing and I absolutely do not think they are capable of writing such disrespectful things to another Tumblr that always has tended to their request and tried to be as nice to them as possible (another Tumblr such as myself).

If it is that Tumblr who wrote this, I hope you know who you are. I'm terribly disappointed in you. I don't know the reason for that Tumblr unfollowing me anyway (maybe it was an accident or BC I'm inconsistent, either way idrc).

Thank you for reading this and thanks to all of my amazing mutes ❤️

Thanks to Tumblr for letting me have the opportunity to express myself, (usually) without any hate.

Please disregard any hate you get xx I love you 💖 have a good day!!

@psychedeliccc BC they wanted context 💕

#ramblings #i hate this #i hate it here #i cant do this #dissappointed #so disappointed #disgusting #like wtf #wow #wtf is this #entitled #vent post #tw vent #vent #verbal abuse #the disrespect #get over yourself #cant believe this #i hate everything

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"I cannot for the love of the gods come up with a theory on why Jk is ok with getting all this nice promo while Jimin got nothing". How about u try to change your solo perspective that makes u look at jimin like a victim all the time? Jimin GOT promotions, and a big one, money related. He had 2 mv that took a lot of budget and preparations: the 2 mv needed sets to be created, and SMFPT2 set was HUGE. He promoted at korean music shows, which too took a lot of money to build those giant sets. Yes, he did have a short promotion period, for reasons we dont know but my guess is that Suga needed to do his comeback because of the tour and i hate the person who came up with those dates but ok... We all know Face promotions got some biiiig problems and im still mad about it, we just dont know what really happened, but i'm sure jimin would fight back if he thought he was being mistreated. But to say that jm got zero promotions... nah

Face, Like Crazy and Seven r different projects, with different visions and different goals. Jimin wanted to tell his story of when he was going through a hard time, and he wanted to do it in korean, promoting more in Korea, with songs that, in the end, only him and people close to him know the meaning. Yet, he did AMAZING and made history (is still making). It seems to me that the #1 on hot100 was unexpected to the company and even jm, but yet they did provided to us 2 versions of Like Crazy, one of them being an eng. ver, and promoted at Jimmy Fallon... So maybe they still hoped that the song would do well internationally? (pdogg tho... he just KNEW face would be massive and destroy kpop). But Jungkook... i think that, for a long time now, he aims to achieve western recognition, way more than jm, and thats ok. So Seven obviously is a song to the US market, and all of us know that. The song is in english, is very pop, written and produced by an american guy that is responsable to other huge hits. It is made to be stuck in our heads, not to make us think about deep things. It is breaking and will break so many records just like LC, but the difference is that the success is THE GOAL (remember all of that Scooter posts on his ig?). Jimin wanted to tell his truth with Face, Jk wants to be closer to being a big pop star with Seven. So, of course Seven would get a different type of promotion.

And btw, just because the song is doing really good and is aiming to the US market, doesnt mean it is by having deals and paying for playing. Its the Jeon Jungkook, of BTS, we are talking about. Jk seems very happy and jimin seems happy for him. I dont think jimin would support jk if he thought he was doing wrong. He didnt post anything, but he did not post about L&R and Dreamers too. He supported jk with Dreamers by posting about his presentation at Qatar, and now he supported seven by going all the way to NYC to be with him.

All of this to say: Jimin is not a victim, he is a badass and he knows how to stand up for himself. When will you come out as a solo, btw? its getting old...

Hi anon,

When will you try thinking for once instead of being a parrot and writing what you've read in other blogs?

Your entire ask is wrong. I don't even know where to start.

YOU sound like a jjk solo or delusional jikooker or Jk biased jikooker.

But you know what? Call me a solo. I don't mind. Anyone who ever defends Jimin or loves Jimin is always called a solo. Why? Because no body else defends him or loves him like solos do. So, sure. Call me a solo.

First of all, we are talking about THE Park Jimin. Of BTS. That's who are talking about.

I'm done with people who, somehow for some delusional reason, think Jimin is inferior to Jungkook. You know nothing about Jimin if you think this.

I've NEVER said that Jimin got 0 promotions. I've been screaming (into the void, apparently) that Jimin only got 9 days of promo that were too hard on his body and had to wear it kt tape for weeks after. I've been screaming that the company is sabotaging him and it's true. People who actually know things about the company know this quite well too.

Take a look at everything and the sabotage is obvious. But look let's start here:

This same guy posts on DC gallery:

Yes, Jimin's promo costs money. But so did everyone's. How much do you think payola costs? That's much pricier than what Jimin's promo costs. And either way, Jimin was a return investment.

Not only did Jimin's place on the charts affect Hybe. It also affected other companies.

And right now the stock at Hybe at decreasing and foreign shareholders are selling to make it seem like Jk's position on the chart will have a bigger impact than it actually will:

Just watch.

You are proving me right with everything else:

So sure, let's sacrifice Jimin's promo time for Suga even though Suga was the one that postponed his album because it wasn't ready.

Jimin had 2 mvs. Suga had how many? And he had a whole tour too.

Jimin didn't have any visualizers. Jk had how many?

Jimin had 5 versions of Like Crazy. Jk has how many?

Jimin's Like Crazy cd was never stocked. Jk's has been stocked how many times?

You think Jimin doesn't want international recognition? Like Crazy was released in ENGLISH for a purpose.

After Jimin's no.1, if they wanted Like Crazy to succeed in the US market, they would have at least sent it to radio. This would have avoided freefall. They would have also shipped albums on time. They would have also informed us of the rule change for online sales instead of waiting until Suga's album was coming out.

It was the fans that were begging radio to play Like Crazy and the only way to play it was from the mv on YouTube:

There are so many things they could have done differently. They can still do them but they choose not to.

Did you see what was trending today?

Did you trend this, anon? Since you are so "mad about this"?

You think FACE wasn't created with success in mind? Pdogg came out and said it would break kpop because Pdogg knew what masterpiece FACE is.

You don't have to think deep with Like Crazy or any of the song...um just listen to them?

And don't be daft about Seven:

And other things. Search "Seven payola" on twitter and you will find it.

So yeah. You are wrong.

If you don't see it, that's because you choose to not see it.

Stop pretending that you "are still mad about it". You don't care about Jimin and only want him for your stupid ship and for him to be Jk's cheerleader.

Ah and he went to NYC for a work thing and to support Jungkook. But he hasn't posted a single thing about Seven. He did post about Dreamers and Left and Right. But no Seven.

You think Jimin only wanted those close to him to listen to his music and know the meaning? He spent 10 months working on this album, hours practicing choreography, dieting, for stupid fans like you to say things like these?

I don't even want to see when he releases new music, appears in stuff with Jungkook, or leaves for military service. All these fake fans will be crying and uwuing when they couldn't lift a finger for him during all this.

To those that try to send others on guilt trips because we defend Jimin or point out the injustices: Are you guys even streaming Seven and Like Crazy to "support them equally"?

At least taekookers have taekook playlists and streaming parties for Jk and Tae. I haven't seen a single playlist around here that has both Jk and Jimin. But yeah, you all are supporters of jikook.

You all come and try to send me on a guilt trip but you all are worse than me. For reals.

You don't deserve Jimin. You and all the people who keep saying all this bullshit because it fits their stupid theories and shipping fantasies don't deserve him.

Jimin deserves so much more than this.

So just stop. Don't come to my blog.

#skyasks #jikook #jimin #toxic jikookers #fake ass fans

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prose-for-hire · 7 months

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By your side:

Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

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i never see anybody write for the flags and u do it so well😭😭 can i request how they'd ask you out pls??

Oh anon and I would like to ask YOU out for giving me such a lovely request 💗

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TW: Mentions of death

How the Flags would ask you out

Pianoman:

-This hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso is actually kind of nervous at the thought of asking you out. He is a perfectionist, and he just can't think of the perfect way to ask you out

-And what was the perfect spot for a date? He knows he can’t make it too expensive and fancy, because then you would think that he was too desperate for you. And he can’t make it too simple as well, or else you’d think he was doing this just as a fling

-Literally is in internal conflict for the longest time ever. It became so obvious that even you noticed it. You never asked though, because frankly it may be intruding into his own privacy. Not to mention you had feelings for him and you didn’t want him to think you were weird

-After the longestttt time in internal conflict, it was Lippmann in the end who made him confess. While Pianoman is his leader, Lippmann is a smoother talker, and in the end he managed to convince this perfectionistic mafioso to ask you out

-So in the end, he decides to ask you to meet him at Old World alone on one of your free days. It was his free day as well and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning. Although you were a bit skeptical, you still decided to go. Who wouldn’t say no to being alone with their hot crush? I wouldn’t

-When you enter the bar and slide next to him with a smile on your face, Pianoman is feeling extra nervous. What if you rejected him? But he isn’t backing out because he hates the idea of making you come all the way here only for him to just talk with you

-He engages in small talk with you at the start, and it isn’t long before he starts incorporating jokes and funny things to make you laugh. You were having a great time, but you still wondered a little why he called you here in private

-It’s when the bar is quiet and you two are in comfortable silence is when Pianoman finally decides to drop the question. He’ll start with saying your name first, and when you turn to him, it’s when he prepares the short speech that he’s been thinking about all the time

-‘Y/N... ever since I’ve met you, I was attached to you. Your loveliness, charm and intellect is what brightens my day. Now, I can’t stop thinking about you. So to relieve me of the constant tightening of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m around you... would you like to go out with me sometime?’

-He says this calmly and professionally, but internally he is panicking. When you open your mouth to say your answer, Pianoman is silently tensed up and is hoping that you say yes

-When you say yes, he smiles and says ‘see you on Saturday night’. It’s after he walks away that all the anxiety and stress leaves him so quickly he almost collapsed from the feeling. Lippmann asked him to spill all the tea the next time the Flags were gathered together

Albatross:

-Oh boy... this chaotic menace is just going to act like he normally does. Which means that you can’t tell whether he’s being genuine or just being playful because he just uses the same tone of voice and body language every time he talks

-But once he has feelings for you... he’s going to be way more affectionate with you. Like initiating lots more physical contact, inviting you to a lot of hangouts with him, and even offers to give you your very own custom-made and custom-tailored vehicle to use for your missions and daily life

-I feel like he’d ask you out in a kind-of-casual but also not-too-casual setting. Sort of like a place where friends hang out but where lovers also confess, y’know? My best guess is in a bar or on a secluded rooftop

-When he asks you out he does it in the most casual way. It’s like a ‘hey, I really like you! Wanna go out with me sometime?” While you just sit there being confused and flustered because... the way he said it so casually sounded like he was just asking you to a friend’s hangout with him

-Luckily for Albatross, you knew that he was asking you out on a date and not on a hangout. And when you say yes, the biggest smile appears on his face and he tackles you into the biggest hug you’ll ever receive

Doc:

-Hmmm he will give a lot of mixed signals

-When Doc had feelings for you, he was in denial for the longest time for sure. He didn’t understand why his chest was tight around you, or why his heart raced so much whenever you talked to him. This caused him to be curt when he didn’t want to be, and it was evident to the rest of the Flags that Doc felt something towards you

-It went on for a while until the others confronted him about it. And after some help from Lippmann, he found out that he apparently had feelings for you. Great.

-More denial + more confusion for several more weeks, but I feel like he’ll come to terms with his emotions after a while finally

-It will be simple when he asks you out. Probably while he’s treating you in the infirmary or when he’s all alone with you. He actually confesses pretty straightforwardly and asks you to go out with him, and you can actually see the nervousness in him

-When you say yes though... the rest of the Flags are all going to breathe a sigh of relief because they do not want to deal with a heartbroken Doc (trust me you wouldn’t want to either)

Iceman:

-Probably another clueless one, but unlike Doc, he’s quick to ask for help on why he was feeling this particular way when he’s around you

-The rest of the Flags can’t believe it. The cold-blooded and cool Iceman actually has feelings for someone?! Albatross couldn’t stop talking about it until Iceman threatened him with a pool stick if he wouldn’t shut up

-Okay but even though he’s still his own self when he likes you, if you observe him closely you’ll see that he treats you differently than anybody else. Like helping you carry all your stuff, listening to you talk for as long as you want, and just wants to help you all the time

-It’s a long time before the rest of the Flags start encouraging him to ask you out. You see, I feel like Iceman is the type to let you confess to him, because he doesn’t know if you reciprocate his feelings for you. Plus he doesn’t want to pressure you to make a decision and feel bad afterwards if you reject him

-In a last attempt to get him to ask you out, Pianoman uses his position as the leader of the Flags to order him to confess. You know things get desperate when even Pianoman has to use his rank to order the Flags to do something

-So Iceman actually does do that, but he takes so damn long to drop the actual question. He takes you out on a lovely walk, where there’s nobody and the scenery is beautiful and it’s a perfect day for lovers to spend time with each other. You enjoy this, but you wonder why he was doing this for you

-It’s after a few hours when he finally asks you out. You were a bit surprised, but you gladly accepted with a smile. The Flags took a few pictures in the distance and Pianoman was smiling in relief when he saw that Iceman finally did it

Lippmann:

-Another hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso, but he’s a bit more charming and less extra okay I lied he’s as extra as Pianoman lmao sorry

-He’s actually not that dense when it comes to feelings? I mean he must’ve acted in a lot of romance movies because he’s too pretty so he should know the ‘tell-tale’ signs of a crush

-But when he falls for you though... he’s not going to be that obvious about it. Meaning that he’s just going to be his normal self around you and hide his feelings. And he’s so damn good at it because he’s a top-class actor, so nobody really suspects anything

-Expect him to flirt with you and drop some pickup lines and elegant quotes under the guise of ‘practicing his script’, but sometimes you wonder if he’s doing it because he likes you he does

-Okay but his pickup lines and elegant quotes about your attractiveness are so well done and smooth that they make you blush a bit sometimes. Your blush just fuels Lippmann’s confidence damn that pretty bastard

-When he decides to confess to you... he’s going to make it extra fancy. Take you to somewhere elegant but fun to set the mood. Like a masquerade ball! Then after dancing and socialising with everyone, he takes you to the balcony under the guise of ‘getting some fresh air’

-You were gazing at the pretty sight, smiling, and that’s when Lippmann decides to drop the question. But you bet that he’s going to add in a long, cheesy, fancy and elegant quote about how he loved you since the day you met and how you managed to capture his heart because of your attractiveness. Then he finally asks you out

-You were blushing so much by the end of it, but when you say yes, that’s when Lippmann smiles and gives you a small kiss and he’s damn good at it

I’m so so so so SO sorry that this took over a month oh my gosh 😭

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