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youngprofesser · 15 days ago

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I really should organize these but here's more Mace/Jaster for the people

Mace isn’t one for surprises. One, because Jaster is pretty sure that his Jedi senses make it nigh impossible for him to get sprung up on. And secondly, he just prefers a schedule. Jester knows this. But he's feeling a bit mischievous, maybe having a few impossible fantasies of catching him unawares, so he doesn't message to tell Mace that his most recent job has taken him to Coruscant. Instead, he spares the comfort of his private ship to arrive a few days early and splurges on an apartment for the time not far from the Jedi temple district (his wallet is going to be feeling it for a while, but it's worth it.) He buys a ticket to a very conspicuous tourist trap titled “Temple lookout” and endures a hellishly awkward lift ride because of it, but the sightline is only slightly less clear than advertised.

He's very easily able to make his way to a spot by the window given how the crowd of soft and feebly looking tourists part for him like water. He turns with his back to the window, uses a HUD extension to take a 2D still of himself, with the Jedi temple very clearly in the background, and marches back onto the lift where he enjoys being the sole occupant. He sends the image to Mace while on the way down, debates sending a message of context but decides that the picture speaks for itself. He gets a reply not soon after leaving the site to try and find a place where the people don't look at him like they think he'll shoot them if he catches them looking.

Meaning?

Is all that Mace says. Jaster huffs, deriving a bit of glee from being able to, at the very least, cause a bit of confusion.

Surprise!

He types back.

Here for work in three days. Here for you now.

Mace reads this message immediately and begins typing a response.

Do not attempt to visit the temple. Send tomorrow’s location, I will make time.

Jaster frowns at the message, feeling a bit rejected. Not at Mace being busy today, he had expected as much, but that his first priority was to tell him not to visit him in his home. He hadn't been planning on it, but now it feels like he's been intentionally shut out from the place that is Mace’s life. He'll talk to him about it tomorrow. For now, he sends the address of his rental, along with a request for ETA, and tries not to let the message dampen his mood.

He fails for a while, the looming glisten of the Jedi Temple in the near distance feeling like a personal slight whenever his eye catches on it. But once he makes it a few levels down he stumbles across a huge festival of some kind that features dancing, acrobatics, and raucous music from perhaps the largest set of speakers that he's ever seen, and it's easy to get lost in it for the rest of the day. Mace sends him a message an hour and a half after midnight telling him that he'll be over at 7:20. Jaster is already back to his rental, halfway through a pipe and watching some sort of sporting event that is allegedly happening live on the other side of the planet. He responds with an acknowledgement. Adds sleep well because while he's still a bit hurt about earlier, he’s not petty. He’ll make Mace explain tomorrow.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #mace windu #jaster mereel #mace/jaster #timeline? never heard of her #my source is i made it tf up

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cerine0357 · 1 year ago

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HII i’m here for more requests, but just little headcanons with the morningstar court!! basically, the reader is like, blind without glasses, and they finally decided to get contacts and they went shopping with beelzebub, satan, solielin, rosealine, isahine, hervelia and diavolo, but the problem is that the reader is terrified to place contacts in their eyes. so it takes them like 30 minutes to put one contact in, and they’re like suffering (jokingly) and i just want the characters reactions to it!!

— @macrylys

OC: MorningStar court:-

Beelzebub, Satan, Solielin, Isahine X Reader

❀ Synopsis: Oh you're finally getting contacts? That's great, let them accompany you....oh my god, you're gonna blind yourself with the way you're putting in your contacts, your nervousness is gonna hurt you!! My god! Let them help...

❀ Fluff, crack?|| Established relationship|| Scenario|| normal versions of OCs

❀ Author's notes: I liked this one!! Thank you for requesting this and I love you all!! Also the characters in this imagine are not married to their original spouses, they're best-friend or only have a marriage of convenience and thus have no love in the relationship! Changed the request a bit

Blind Love.......Literally..

"I CAN'T STAND THIS!!" You say throwing your glasses across the floor making your S/O laugh as they nearly fell back into bed, before you walked it up and picked it up before placing it on your face again "..Jk, I need them to see.." you say making them giggle again...why are they like this?

"...you know you don't need to wear them right?" They say with a grin as she laid on their bed on their back and looked at your upside down with a smile, making you confused. s they see your confused face, they say "..Yeah, I mean there is something called contact lenses in this world,, you know that right?"

"..Right forget this place isn't like Victorian era anymore...shit.."

"..Yup, let's go shopping!!" They say as you became nervous...so of-course you denied as they tried their hardest to convince you saying they'll try to reduce your pain as much as they can! Sighing, you agreed...

Beelzebub MorningStar

◈ "...I'M NOT PUTTING IN YOUR CONTACTS! DO YOU WANT TO BE BLIND?!?"

◈ He took you to to like a lavish place...and please for the love of god, don't ask him to put in your contact...He eats a lot, he's the avatar of Gluttony and first of all, always has something in his hands whether it be rock chips, blood shakes, or something of the sort...and you don't know what he ate last and how clean his hand might be...

◈ ....Yeah, if he ends up using his hands to put in your contacts, you're going to go blind from the tiniest bit of spice from the rock chips he ate last or sugar crystal from his skull sugar puffs...I'm sure you don't want that and he knows and he doesn't want this either!

◈ offers to find some colours that will look good on you or some styles which in his opinion make your eyes look sexier, and he will pay for them no matter how much you yell at him to not, he will hold you upside down with his tail and he will pay for everything!

◈ Beelzebub knows Lucifer wears contact lenses at times, so he tries to guide you through it through actions doing it on himself like Lucifer does, but it's super awkward and you both always miss one or the other thing and it's funny as hell...

◈ He always makes sure you don't forget your contact lenses juice and makes sure you remove them before sleep at night cause he don't want them to get crusty like you do in the night during when you sleep...

◈ He gets you new contacts every time they expire, because you're lazy and he gets this excuse to buy more designs and styles of lenses! He does this all the time and you have to end up modelling your face with contacts whenever you can...

◈He gets Lucifer to calm your fear of contacts by showing you how he puts them on even with demon claws and not gonna lie it looks like a horror movie but it's hellishly sick and cool! Beel now thinks of stabbing his elder brother for trying to scare you...

Satan MorningStar

◈ "I'm not sure helping you put in contacts is the best idea...What if I get nervous and my claws come out?!"

◈Satan of-course helps you pick out lenses and first takes you to an eye doctor to check your eyes and your sclera,especially if you're a demon cause scelra is the important part if you're a natural demon and have black sclera like Raemous, Diavolo, Behemoth, Nightmare or Desion.

◈ Anyways, he will find something clear, he's not too much of a fan of TOO big ones just incase they don't have the best vision, he doesn't want you to feel blind despite having things which is meant to clear out your blindness...

◈ He is a generally a bit of a jittery person, despite being a prince, in a relationship or marriage, he will still be a bit nervous especially holding a rather delicate part of you like your beating heart after you ripped it out in a bet, or in this case your gorgeous face and your eyeball...

◈ He will generally get a bit nervous and when he gets nervous he turns into his demon form in accident at times, and in his demon forms his claws and SUPER large and sharper than the sharpest knife in the world...and he fears he will do that...so does not matter if you're an angel a human or an immortal, he will not put in your contacts...

◈ He will make sure your contacts don't dry out, you don't place them randomly and makes sure to help you buy new ones when yours expire...he's a sweet heart....

◈ He will also remind you to not sleep in them and if you do end up sleeping in them, that is the only time he will remove your lenses, making 8 HUNDRED SEPTILLION PERCENT SURE that he won't transform!

Solielin MorningStar

◈ "......Oh god, what was the spell to calm the pain...Let me check my book!" "NO-!" *cue 3 hours later* "..Okay, I FOUND I-...are you sleeping?....babe?"

◈ Okay no seriously, she's good at making sure she's doing everything right, she will take you to the doctor, pay for your checkup and make sure you take eye -drops, take in vitamin A and get you some comfy eye contact lenses.....

◈.....she will get distracted by them...don't...it's just better to go with someone else unless you like sitting in one position for next five hours cause she's gonna have a hard time choosing one...

◈ She finds one pair comfy but is rather blurry, one which is perfect vision for you but is very painful and one which is both but not spicy enough for your eyes...I don't know...ask her...

◈ Okay, she will not remember to change your expired lenses, so she will keep it in her large calendar in minuscule writing and forget until the calendar yells at her to do her shit... she will apologize for a bit, beofre running to get some new pairs!!

◈ Honestly she herself needs some, so you decide to make it a stupid little date where you both try to find eye-lenses for each other which are matching and seeing how much similarities you both have...It's weird, I know, but it makes you both happy, so who am I to complain?

◈ She finds it a hard time to put in eye-drops or her contact lenses, and you try to help each other and it always ends up with either one of you crying or you sleeping and her scrolling through the library for a book on eye-lenses...

Isahine MorningStar

◈ "I don't think I should put in your lenses, I got my manicured done and my nails are super long..."

◈ Isahine happily pays for everything you want even if you demand that she doesn't she will still do it, she just loves to spoil you!! She sometimes wears lenses and glasses herself for modelling and seven glasses during studying, albeit rarely..

◈ She is also worried for your eyes, she'll take you to a eye doctor and see if the number of your glasses is correct, she'll also does eye exercises with you after studying or during night before sleep as she does her skin-are routine with you!

◈ she makes sure you take good contact lenses, she herself wears them at times after studying for too long or she is happy to make your glasses more comfortable if you're not willing to want to wear contacts!

◈ She is also scared to put in your contacts, though she knows how to do it well, she's worried if she might accidentally stab you in the eyes with her manicured nails cause putting contact lenses on someone else is different than putting in your own...

◈ she is always making sure you don't wear them for too long if they hurt, she is a super worried mama bear type of girl, she loves you and you're precious to her! How dare anything hurt you!?

◈ stares at you while you stab yourself in the eye for 30 minutes trying to put in one contact, will not help cause again nails, but moral support counts, right? She herself does this too often, wondering how she isn't blind yet..but it's fine...

◈ Always happily buy new ones for you, she loves to spoil you and it's one small things she likes to buy you new pair every time yours get expire along with a care package, it's flowers, candy and soda...you're gonna be fine!!

:: Tagging: @roseadleyn, @sweetlyvibe, @amxto, @thalliian, @achy-boo, @dxmoness, @writerig, @astrililu @lumiidouce

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stoopid-turtle · 2 years ago

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BTS in Order Addendum 2

Second and final addendum for rn! This covers the translated bts clips for June that I found. Sadly, the playlist did not have July or Aug, so I can't go over those. If I ever do find July and Aug, I'll try to add it on.

As before, the timeline posts are already updated. I'm just highlighting some things here for those who don't want to hunt for the updates. Also, I tried to clean up some of the formatting but y'all, the formatting on Tumblr is just weird. I can't figure it out and I'm not gonna invest the time to do so, so I've done my best!

I can see where the WZC/GG pairing came from. GG and WZC seem quite close, often playful, and similarly physically affectionate to ggdd. Their dynamic is different, but I can def see how people could pull together a compilation of their bts clips for CPFs. (Not saying they were a real couple, like ggdd.)

Madam Jin did not seem to realize she was cast in a bl adaption.

There's much mentioned of dd's afterglow on 6.19 after the Dragon Boat Festival date, but I've never seen anyone mention that GG is also in a really great mood the next day. His first scene is in the forest with JC and JL, and he's all smiles and says, "I'm so happy this early morning. I really love my team."

JC says "Happy? What nonsense!" For some reason, this sets gg off on the giggles.

Needless to say, GG had his own afterglow.

Also on 6.19, there's this cute exchange between gg and the older lady producer (?), who is also from Chongqing:

Crewmember: So many beauties come from Chongqing. GG: I'm beautiful. Producer lady: More beautiful than me? GG: How can that be? Can't compare!

And then, a couple days later on 6.23, when dd is still gone, gg is in a hellishly rotten mood. He's visibly moody and unresponsive to xl and JC, both of whom try to cheer him up. At one point, he asks someone (his assistant?) if he has any crying scenes that day. And later he says, "Remember this feeling. After a month, when filming, definitely will..." I think he says something more to XL here, but I guess it was too quiet for the translator to hear. The implication to me is that he's gonna try to bring up the experience of his feelings in later scenes when WWX is having similar feelings.

Not everything with regards to the boys has to be about ggdd, so it's possible that gg's bad mood is bc of something else going on in his life. Family, friends, something with his company, politics, a stranger being a jerk, whatever. DD's one possibility among many. I did check out what dd was doing on 6.23 and 6.22, and he's on Produce 101, where he looks as DD (with a mullet) as ever. But there aren't any bts or unscripted clips of him where he might reveal a similar mood, so it's hard to say anything.

So basically, make of gg's bad mood what you will. It could be literally anything.

I need to talk about JC's fake butt

So the clip on 6.25, with JZX, Mianmian, dd, XL, and gg all chatting starts with them talking about JC wearing a "fake butt". I'm guessing butt padding? Some highlights:

DD is confused because he's "not even wearing jeans", to which gg asks if it makes sense to wear a fake butt in jeans.

The "reason" why JC wears this is apparently only known to XL and GG. XL refuses to explain.

GG says if she doesn't explain, dd will just walk up to JC and ask him, "JC, you wear a fake butt?"

Poor WZC did seem a bit put-upon on the set.

Also, unrelated, dd thinks sweat is sexy.

Also, the nasal spray that got passed around: looked sus, but not actually that sus. It's a Thai herbal nasal inhaler, which apparently looks a lot like people doing some uppers. (So much so that gg chastises the cameraman for filming it and XL turns her back to do it)

Also also, gg's rotten mood is gone. The clip on 6.23 of him being in a bad mood is only about 5 min long, and there's only a 45sec clip for 6.24. So basically, we have no idea what might have cheered him up and there are almost a full 2 days of stuff we know nothing about.

#bjyx #yizhan #the timeline of ggdd love yue #poor jc #but why the fake butt tho?

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quietcoastaldeath · 5 months ago

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I don't think I'll ever be a good mother

I won't ever willingly continue myself, make a copy of myself, I won't bring into this world a life that's as much or even more confused, scared

I will only do it for the man if I deem one worthy, I will not put myself through suffering for someone who doesn't need his continuation

"You're going to be a perfect lover, certainly"

I may be a good lover

but I don't think I'll ever raise a child right, I'm an artist, and I'm also certainly hedonistic in my approach to life, at least in some of its aspects

"Do you think there's something motherly in you, like in every woman?"

I am motherly, the problem is that I'm afraid I am too selfish to take care of another human being

"But don't you think that a child of yours would be able to bring good into this world, continuing from your beginnings?"

I can give it upbringing, knowledge, taste, but if I can't care about myself, can I really care about somebody else?

a whole other life, hellishly annoying at times

"Don't speak that of something that you're supposed to love."

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bloodsalted · 1 year ago

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the ladies give them a little wave. he can hear the giggles all the way over here. if they wanted? they could get hellishly lucky right here. right now. only.. crowley has other ideas. he jerks his hand away and snap-turtle bites back the second dean turns his attention that way. christ! dean didn't expect the visceral reaction he'd garner from the motion. it even takes him back a second. turns his gaze from an uneven grin to lips parted and eyes going round for a blink before confusion squints them at their corners. he's a breath away from telling him he didn't mean a god damn thing but it when the scenery blinks away leaving the 'show's over' comment nothing more than an echo in his ears.

quickly taking in his surroundings, the hunter turned demon falls from the surprise still taking away any ability to see what's coming and brace himself for the push. his ass bounces on the edge of the bed it lands solidly on. it's a nice bed. nothing like the shitty ones most of the hotels he's spent his lifetime in provide. definitely not a decade old and god knows what on the mattress underneath the sheets. the smell of wax fills his nose as the glow sparks to life with a snap of the demon's fingers. he likes the smell. likes the warmth and the way it dims the room into a flickering dance of orange and white-gold.

dean doesn't expect the softness at first. but he doesn't know why? maybe it's the reaction he earned with the chin touch moments ago. and about six dozen other fuck ups and fuck overs in the years between tonight and when they met. but.. his fingers curl against the plush comforter he's gripping hold of before they lift and gingerly curl around the demon's wrists. not holding onto them with any pressure. like he has to ground himself. check and make sure this is REAL. his pulse pounds along the lines of his jugular, thrumming hard in either side of his throat. "...thought you were gonna bite my head off for a second..." there's an unsteadiness in his voice. tongue snakes out over a drying bottom lip. a flick over it over the flesh makes it glisten wet again. he doesn't look away. imagine the turmoil when he discovers it's not because he can't. it's because he doesn't want to. a BARELY THERE turn of his head allows crowley to feel the next words being formed against the very side of his hand via the corner of dean's mouth. "change of heart?"

Dean drawing dangerously close wasn't on Crowley's bingo card. Catches him by surprise. Might touch him right where the bathing suit goes. And temptation really tests him for a second here, to just throw the said overboard and shut the squirrel up— for as long as the opportunity lasts, he pins his attention to those very kissable lips. But gone is the chance when the hunter starts whispering into his ear. Damn it. Romeo knows how to sweet-talk, push just the right buttons. Crowley smiles to himself, already poised to zap them both someplace more private to continue this conversation in a less verbal way. That is until Dean prompts him to put the thought aside. Guides his focus to Gorgeous and Gorgeous number two.

And something in the demon snaps. Might be the grip on his chin, the subtle manner in which the hunter takes the reins. He whips his attention back at Dean. " Hey! " And traps his wrist in a vice grip to tear that hand off his chin, snarling: " Don't you for one second think you can manhandle me! " Him! The king of hell! That infuriated grimace wanes just as Crowley glances over at the women again, parading his most polite smile whilst drawling: " Sorry, ladies. Show's over. "

A mere blink later, Dean will find the scenery changed. From a rustic bar to a cozy yet visibly costly hotel room; double-bed, dark red walls with some fine, golden patterns woven through the tapestry. And Crowley pushes him back with enough force to, hopefully, make him land ass first on the bed. Snaps his fingers: see? Candlelight! It wasn't a joke. Devil in the streets, softie in the sheets. Sans hesitation, he shrinks the distance to cradle Dean's face in both palms, thumbs smoothing over those perfectly sculpted cheekbones. " Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Reaping benefits. "

#featuring: crowley (murderdeals)#murderdeals #welps.#my moral standing is lying down. nothing quite like the feel of something new. (chapter dclxvi)

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anantaru · 2 years ago

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— rejecting his cuddles

including dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, blade x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, we‘re evil

— dan heng

"nope!"

you quickly place your hands on top of dan heng‘s chest to swiftly push him away— although tied with an eased and playful shove, your boyfriend was still left baffled and most of all, supremely confused out of his damned mind.

primarily— since when did you ever reject a comforting, cozy cuddle from your pretty man the moment he rushes straight home to come and see you, principally spoil you with all the bundled up physical affection he could possibly channel and provide?

one hundred percent, never. in point of fact was it you instead who would hug him first afresh.

"oh— i‘m sorry." dan heng backs away, as to not cross any boundaries with you. his voice shakes and creaks in the back of his toughened throat. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he in fact, did not expect to have such a hard time being rejected by you.

"s-so.. uh, yeah."

dan heng corrects himself— or lets work something out to express it differently, at least tries to spell out a follow up sentence because you actually managed to make him speechless, at loss of words with nothing more than arbitrarily prattles bubbling past the tip of his tongue and leaving his lips.

there‘s a punch of cold silence, stolen by a deep sigh from your irritated lover— one might think that dan heng strongly thought about what he had done wrong or if he messed up in some way. yes, the possibility on you playing tricks on him was always there but this time you really put in all your acting skills into this one moment, carving it to almost perfection.

"can— can i ask why?" he nervously whispers, deciding that there, nothing was as gruelling as not receiving a hug from his significant other, "i don't know, can you?" which unbeknownst to him, was playing a devilish play with all expenses falling flat on top of his shoulders.

you smirk, your body moving on its own as you suddenly shelter his body into your frame, "surprise! it's a prank!" and nuzzle yourself into his chest, cheeks flushed on top.

granted, his facial expression was hilarious, but you could only go that far before the man would suffer from a heart attack.

"you're unbelievable." dan heng rolls his eyes while leaning his head into your neck, his nostrils slightly flaring at the pocketed entry of your signature scent welcoming him at last.

"you still love me though."

— jing yuan

to wholly fool someone, precisely form their running thoughts anew, was it wishful thinking or actually possible? what an absorbing charge to partake in, you figured.

but despite that, you were awfully aware that someone as hellishly meticulous and careful to their surroundings such as jing yuan was without question to be an utmost arduous task to accept— yet, who were you to give up so easily?

your heart had been softly pounding with a minuscule increased pace signalizing your nervousness the minute your boyfriend unlocked the door to your shared home. if you had been honest to yourself, the following sequences that would normally happen work as followed— if you didn't decide to be a little evil today, they never change, you greet the man in addition to embracing him in a warm hug, point blank, and jing yuan unreservedly savored such implementing like no other.

the man sought after a soothing embracement all day long, he thinks about it, and when closes his eyes he imagines it too. it's a crucial source of serotonin to him and he requires it each night before passing out into a deep slumber with you by his side.

"i'm home, my love."

your ears point at the all too recognizable voice dotting a comforting timbre into the living room as you silently moved up from your seat to walk towards jing yuan who had made it his own personal duty to part his arms the second he sees you saunter towards him.

"hello, love." you greet him with a smile, your voice had been soft and actually managed to fool him for the short duration of your prank.

but then, "oh, no thank you!" you skillfully dodge his attempt to wrap his arms around you, waving your hand in between the awkward space of your bodies, shaking your head.

"excuse.. excuse me?" that's a little less confident than how jing yuan would for the most part articulate himself— to underscore his brilliant irritation, he cocks up a brow in disbelief.

but he's cautious, your darling— so don't be fooled, the man had a sharp and blazing eye on remote sections that might go unnoticed to other people, to the innocent faces and crowds, it was jing yuan who was keeping the control interlaced in the palm of his hand.

"hmm?"

you play the guiltless, in the clear significant other a little too well and you applaud yourself for your very own performance— at this rate it makes you wonder if you should have actually pursued a career in acting after all.

while your boyfriend was now feeling a sense of dread in his joints and limbs, the color of his eyes had gotten hidden by a dusty darkness.

"ah, i understand." he smiles, but the way he approaches you was almost tactical, and that grin on his face— on the outside, modest and upright while on the inside, it concealed a bristling confidence that yes, figuring you out was easier than he thought.

"that's okay." jing yuan walks past you, slow, each step echoing and slipping past your ears, his hand too, was listlessly tapping your shoulder once twice, as he made you turn around to face him again.

"i do not need it anymore." huh, for him to not even utter a single complaint, something, anything would do, really.

your lips pucker into a pout when you realized it‘s over, when you noticed that your boyfriend was getting way better at this, as if he had you wholly figured out from the very start— did you never stand a chance to fool him to begin with?

"ugh." you cross your arms around your body, "you knew from the start, didn‘t you?"

"of course i did, love." he breathes his words featherlight, but his smile stays strong regardless.

"i always do."

— gepard

in the beginning of your comical scheme, gepard was convinced you didn‘t want to hug him because he had just returned from training the new recruits of the silvermane guards and fair enough— he didn‘t have the chance to take a shower prior to returning to you.

yet, keep in mind, in any other instances you did not care about said fact, more so was it you who‘d practically hug him for hours on end and pepper him with kisses all over. being the mighty captain of the silvermane guards of beleborg not unexpectedly came with a tightly shut package of both it‘s very own positives and jarring negatives.

while the positives would greatly outweigh the stormy negatives by a tenfold, having limited free time to spend on each other would sometimes be a strenuous obstacle you can only manage together, as a team.

"i can shower right away." gepard panics, he didn't think it was possible for his body to sweat even more than earlier when he fought against the new recruits and your poor boyfriend curses himself underneath the warm racks of his fastened breathing on why he didn't manage to be in the bestest shape for you tonight.

he adds on, "don‘t move, i‘ll be right back!"

the sides of your mouth twitch in an amusing snort and you carry on to gnaw down on your bottom lip to suppress yet another wave of laughter, "oh, i think you‘re misunderstanding me." and step back just a little bit more to accentuate your evil plan and push your boyfriend over the edge for good.

"i don‘t want to hug you tonight." you raise your brows while scratching the back of your neck.

this sentence alone was like a sharp stab into the blonde's heart as he sets his eyes to meet your own.

"like at all." and you finish him off with an indirect blow right against his handsome features, "at— at all?"

if you were aware of one thing, it was that gepard never wasted any time to talk things out with you— basically being transparent and working together, "okay, baby'" he pauses, "listen to me." and almost squeals in sadness, placing both hands on top of your shoulders.

"if you're still sad i had to cancel our dinner the other time, i can try to figure something out—"

how adorable, you realise.

pinching his cheeks with your fingers, you smile, a shadow of intense guilt poking on your heart, "i’m sorry!" you yell, "everything is fine, i‘m sorry." and abruptly lean into his warm body, arms crossed around his chest as you sensed the upping beat of his heart underneath his ribcage.

gepard couldn’t believe you this time, truly, and lets his eyes fall close before sighing out— in relief but also a slight bit of annoyance written across the rest of his heavenly features.

"i‘ll get back at you for this."

— blade

"hmm, you sure darling?" he acts innocent that's for certain but blade’s next look on you, fuck, if you didn‘t know any better you would've sternly stated that it entirely formed into a menacing demeanor— stone cold and fierce as you felt it wash over your trembling skin.

a followed sharp click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth is all it took for you to whole-heartedly regret and loathe even considering to work out a prank against your boyfriend, at all.

"yes, i pass."

notwithstanding, you couldn‘t back away now, quite obviously would it blow up in your face with you becoming the pranked one instead. at this graven point the entire situation had already been in great favor of blade instead of you— the most plausible solution would be to somehow make it out as a winner regardless while your lover thoroughly found delight in engaging in those games with you.

"what a shame." he sighs and tilts his head to the right— pending his eyes from your lips to your legs and up, then approaching you a step closer so your cheeks could immediately sense his warm breathing.

"and here i thought my significant other actually liked me." and slowly whispers his finishing line against the shell of your ear while idly leaving it to his gravelly voice to place a shivering thunder-like sensation on your skin, in this cold your body welcomed the flames of your flustering frame, the furnacing warmth and the fuel this man was capable to inflict on you was ridiculous, but so did you work wonders on his psyche.

you knew your boyfriend, entirely— his sweet perceptions, his personal views and his virtually scary attention to detail for bodily responses of his usual targets.

"ugh, cut the crap blade." you roll your eyes at him playfully, laughing out a frustrated heave with a deep scowl on your lips.

"me?" blade dramatically places his hand on top of his chest, his mesmerizing eyes growing at the size of saucers, what a pain in the neck, literally.

"yes you."

despite everything, you, with the kindness of your heart, attempted to silently move forward to cuddle him, practically leaving your failed prank in the past while blade, in his radiating confidence, was swift to dodge you.

"no thanks." blade says sternly, "i‘m rejecting this hug."

how unwelcomely, indecently, annoyingly typical for your boyfriend to turn this entire malfunctioning situation upside down and play it into his very own favor.

if only he wasn‘t so breathtakingly handsome when he greeted you and presented his confidence so tastefully, smiled so prettily at you too, his shining whites and canines poking from under his lips and greatly accentuating the rest of his bewitching features while his large hands slowly ran up and down your shaking arms.

"tsk." you avert your gaze, not being certain if you're more embarrassed that you lost or that he beat you so effortlessly too, "you‘re unbelievable blade."

okay, hold on— even though you started this game, now witnessing it in a different perspective on how it would‘ve played out the other way around was a little frustrating, to say the least— while you also made sure that you‘re calling yourself out for that sprinkle bit of hypocrisy climbing up on you.

"i‘m unbelievably funny." he drawls back at you with a wink and kisses your forehead playfully— then your nose, which he found adorable and lastly your cheeks before gently trapping your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger to make you look at him, "and i have to put you in your place sometimes, you know?"

as he at last, conveniently pulls you into a warm hug, both smiling and laughing into the comfort of the situation.

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k-indie · 3 years ago

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the maid

synopsis: you're one of the maids for a strange gentlemen who shares the grand mansion with two other gentlemen and they all have their eyes on you

pairings; we'll find out ;)

Un | Deux

tags; nsfw eventually, just gotta find the footing first so bear with me i'll make it worth your while, prince(ss)

The air was so thick that you could practically step on it as if you were going up a flight of stairs.

The red eyes piercing your soul were mildly daunting in the sense that you'd never seen eyes so red before, so hungry for something that you couldn't quite put your finger on. And it was intense.

He just kept staring at you--the way you sat with one arm propped up on the back of the chair, hand dangling with one leg kicked out and the other bent at a ninety-degree angle and the other arm holding up your curved weight on the arm of the chair--and he never looked away, letting his eyes wander over your body.

And if you were anybody else, you'd be uncomfortable, scared even. But you were you and his intense stare only made things awkward because no one was speaking even if your poker face made it hellishly clear that you were about to get up and leave.

And as if he were reading those thoughts of leaving, he spoke after that long period of nothingness reaching your ears. "You're hired."

What? He didn't even ask any questions. He must be delusional.

"You didn't ask me anything, sweetheart. Are you sure about that?"

He sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes and stood from his desk, unfolding his previously crossed arms and towering over you, leaning closer to you than was necessary, "You start on Thursday. I'll have your uniform ready so be here at 7 a.m. sharp, and don't call me sweetheart. Know your place." ( ;) )

You rose a brow and a sound of displeasure and confusion came from the back of your throat. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll see you bright and early on Thursday at eight. Sharp."

Before he could respond, you ducked under one of his arms and bolted out of your seat, out the door, and through the foyer to your car parked at the front steps. 'How intriguing...'

After starting your car and getting ready to pull off, a tap on your window made you release the firm grip you had on your steering wheel, looking to the passenger window to see a cute, black-haired girl smiling through it and waving to roll the window down.

"Hi, I'm Ji-ah. I wanted to introduce myself but you ran out so fast. Are you alright?"

Even though she was out of breath, her control over it was astounding the way she spoke as if she hadn't lost it. The heaving of her chest and strong breaths through her nose made it obvious she ran from a small distance to reach you and what speed, you wondered.

"I'm (Name). It's nice to meet you, Ji-ah."

"What a pretty name! I also wanted to know if you were hired or not? He doesn't tell us very much about new hires or potentials employees when they visit so we have to go out of our way to get necessary information so we can make room for you."

You tilted your head slightly, eyes squinting slightly, 'Make room for me...?'

"We are required to remain on the grounds for the duration of our shifts. If we're good enough to work for him, he allows us to live in the mansion so we can cut the time of commute and always be early. So, I hope you work well. You seem like such a sweet girl already and I'd love to work with you."

With that, she turned on her heel and quickly jogged back into the mansion, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the window still rolled down. And from the spot you were in, you could see the shadow of the man who hired you standing at the door as the girl shuffled past him quickly, almost looking uncomfortable as she slipped through. And then the door slammed shut and you were quick to pull off, leaving the window down and rolling yours open.

Job bagged.

"Isn't this... a bit weird?"

The center of your forehead creased, allowing your brows to touch while you rolled your eyes and motioned once with your index finger to the maid outfit you'd been sucked into. The question earned a couple of giggles and you smiled slightly at the lightheartedness of the fellow maids who helped dress you.

"Well, at first it is. But you do get used to it."

"Mm, I loved it as soon as I put this on! I love being a maid."

Humming to yourself at the revelations, you turned back to the mirror and stared at the maid outfit you were given and frowned, "Are there other maids beside us?"

The smiles on their faces slowly began to fall and you grew even more curious. "What? Am I not allowed to ask that question or something?"

The girl you met on the day you were hired spoke first, "Master Sukuna doesn't like for us to talk about the previous maids."

The other girl, Aki as she'd so sweetly introduced herself as, looked down at the floor, fingers twiddling together and her body slowly began to tremble.

"Well, he doesn't have to know. Just tell me."

Ji-ah stared into your eyes, almost touching your soul with them and she approached you slowly, gripping your hands in hers tightly. "If I tell you, you must promise to never speak of it again. We've lost a couple of girls because they were afraid of Master Sukuna alone, and the rest.... They died."

Your rose a brow at the idea. "How many?"

"36."

Your brows rose higher together, eyes slightly blown out and head canting forward. "What? 36 girls dead," you whispered, holding her hand tighter than she held yours, "From what?"

"Master Sukuna-"

"Let's go, ladies! We don't have all day. We need to get this place spotless before Master's meeting this afternoon."

Your heads snapped to the direction of the voice, a tall man in a butler suit who obviously didn't care to look your way as his gaze pierced the wall behind you all, uncaring of if you were fully dressed or not. "Tick tock." The girls quickly fixed theirselves to look fully presentable and quickly shuffled out of the room to get started on their chores.

He turned around and left, leaving you reeling on the idea of how the girls died, why they died, and if anyone knew of it. Why wasn't this place even on the map and why did you have to take directions from a newspaper article instead of finding it on Google Maps or whatever? This place has secrets. And you're going to figure them out.

"Not like that... like this. He likes small circles, not long lines." Ji-ah quickly showed you how to work the vacuum in small circles before rushing off to put laundry away.

You were only two hours into the chores and were already making rookie mistakes. Albeit, all of the requests of specified cleaning tasks were particular to the owner's taste and you mentally cursed yourself for taking a job for a man who definitely has obsessive-compulsive personality disorder and is most likely the assailant of those poor girls who disappeared.

If you didn't clean right, would you be next?

You shook the thought from your head and started to vacuum the carpet in small, tessellated circles and by the end of it, you were dizzy and had a bad case of vertigo.

Kneeling one knee on the floor with one hand holding you up, you held the vacuum on it's back wheels and breathed slowly through your nose and out through your mouth to calm your nerves. You weren't exactly fond of spinning around so much, but you knew you'd break it in in due time.

"Why are you sleeping on the job, girl?"

You slowly rose your head to look at the man, eyes squinted at the lack of blood in your head and you leaned back on your heel. "How's the carpet looking, King?," throwing the last part at him sarcastically, you trusted your body enough to stand fully, only coming up to his chest and glaring up at him.

"Get back to work." His breath fanned over your face and you were afraid a booger might shoot out of his nose at how harsh he pushed the air through his nose. You held back your laughter at the thought, covered with that same poker face from before and immediately unplugged the device and rolled it away to it's original space in his walk-in closet-sized utility room. You'd seen many houses with similar designs, similar layouts, but this room had something off about it, as if something terrible had happened in that room. And you were too happy to leave the room alone with its disgusting energy and sinister shadows lurking in the corners.

You looked over your list of chores, seeing the living room was squared away and checking off the last task, you moved on to the dining room, and then the kitchen, and by the time Sukuna's guests came, you were fully prepared to serve lunch as had been requested of you. You didn't have to cook, he had someone who did that already, you were required to set the table, plate the food when the guests entered and fast.

Of course, they were all men and they were all handsome, a few of them whistling lowly as they watched you work, plating food for them faster than you'd ever plated food and somehow it was placed nicely. Beginner's luck? Chef Ramsey would be proud, not a drop out of place.

As you were finally plating the last man's food, his eyes subtly ran over your form, eyeing the way your thighs peaked out under the mid-length maid outfit and the way they spilled out of the thigh-highs adorning the limbs. He seemed antsy the entire time and you noticed the tent forming in his pants when you turned to place the utensils and food bowl back on the cart. And just before you left his area, a loud smack was heard and your thigh stung at the contact.

You paused, staring blankly ahead for a long moment before slowly turning to face the man who was now smirking and seemed less antsy, the rest of the men staring up at you and back to their colleague.

A small smirk played on your lips, leaning down to the man and roughly grabbing his cheeks, nails digging into his skin and he glared wide-eyed at you at the contact. "If you wanted touch me, you could've asked," you picked up the knife on the right side of his plate and pressed it against his throat with your free hand and nicking him enough to draw blood. "I would've said no of course. But a gentlemen should know how to treat a lady, right?"

He didn't move, didn't respond, just breathed shakily and stared at you. And as soon as you drove the knife deeper into his neck, spurting a little bit more blood on the knife and his neck than before, he spoke, "Yes-yes, I know my place, miss."

"Now apologize."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Good boy," you said, removing the knife quickly before wiping the blood on his expensive-looking suit, placing it lazily back on the table and pushing the cloth he would've used to wipe his face from food spills now to be used on his bloodied neck. "Wipe yourself off, you're a bloody mess."

You released his cheeks aggressively, pressing the cloth against his neck with more force than necessary and you almost groaned at the whimper of pain he let out.

Pathetic.

And with that, you walked out, not sparing your employer a glance and listening to the small sounds of surprise coming from a few of the men.

Sukuna would definitely be having a chat with you after the stunt you pulled in the dining room.

#sukuna x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader #yakuza au #maid au #sukuna ryomen #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #the maid

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kaijuposting · 3 years ago

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Why Raleigh Becket isn't a himbo.

So I keep seeing people calling Raleigh Becket a "himbo" with a "golden retriever personality" and y'know what... I gotta say... mmm no, no he really isn't. And I'm gonna go over some (but definitely not all) reasons why. Now before I begin, I want to make it very clear that I'm saying you have to hate the ground Raleigh Becket walks on, or that he's some kind of irredeemable monster. I'm just going to go over why he just... isn't a himbo. Like, not even remotely. Raleigh Becket is pretty self-absorbed. Raleigh Becket: I was 15 when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco. By the time tanks, jets and missiles took it down six days and 35 miles later three cities were destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack, and moved on. And then only six months later the second attack hit Manila. The movie opens with a narration from Raleigh Becket that really only makes sense if you assume he's projecting his own experience onto the rest of the world. Maybe Raleigh moved on in less than six months, but for millions of people who had everything they knew about the world violently overturned, they'd still be in shock and have tons of unanswered questions.

Himbos don't always understand what's going on with people, but it's not for lack of effort. A real himbo would have been trying to comfort the people around them, and would be well aware that many of them are still confused and hurting. A real himbo might have said something like, "A lot of people died and we all tried to move on, but it was only six months before another monster attacked Manila." Or maybe "We were told to move on, but in only six months it happened again." Raleigh Becket is way too eager to prescribe violence for interpersonal problems. Hercules Hansen: You can blame me for that one. I've raised him on my own. He's a smart kid, but I never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass. Raleigh Becket: With respect sir, I'm pretty sure which one he needs.

So, Hercules Hansen raised Chuck as a single father while serving in a war. It shouldn't be hard to figure out that Chuck might have some attachment issues and general trauma from growing up in a world where giant city-destroying monsters were an omnipresent fact of life. Nonetheless, Raleigh clearly doesn't think Chuck needs a hug - the look on his face as he says this line is one of pure contempt. Later on, he actually does kick Chuck's ass. This isn't himbo behavior. A himbo would have looked at Herc and said, "I wish my dad had hugged me more" or "things were always better after me and my dad hugged it out." A himbo might have even taken Chuck aside and said, "hey dude, I hear you're having a hard time with your dad, wanna get some burgers?"

Raleigh Becket is awfully condescending toward Mako Mori. Mako Mori: I think you're unpredictable. You have a habit of deviating from standard combat techniques. You take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. I don't think you're the right man for this mission. Raleigh Becket: Wow. Thank you for your honesty. You might be right. But one day, when you're a pilot, you're gonna see that in combat, you make decisions. And you have to live with the consequences. That's what I'm trying to do. Raleigh Becket: Okay. We're not in the simulator now, Mako. Remember, don't chase the rabbit. Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers. Memories. Just let them flow, don't latch on. Tune them out. Stay in the Drift. The Drift is silence. Raleigh Becket: All right, Mako. Get ready, this is for real!

Mako Mori is a jaeger technician (she worked on repairing Lady Danger) and engineer (she designed Lady Danger's sword), and she wants to be a pilot more than anything. Raleigh talks to her as if she's never heard of drifting before, and like she isn't already aware that fighting kaiju is hellishly risky. Also, his facial expression when talking to her is very frequently that of someone talking to a young child. This isn't himbo behavior; this is "Prince Charming when he's the villain" behavior. Real himbos are respectful, and respectful behavior includes assuming basic competence and treating adults like adults. If Raleigh had been a himbo, he would have trusted Mako to know what she was doing already. In the conn-pod he might said something more like, "Okay, gotta stay in the moment, let the memories flow by, don't chase the rabbit, don't get caught in the Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers..." while talking more to himself than Mako. Also, if Raleigh was actually a himbo, he might have responded to Mako's earlier statement about him being "unpredictable" with something like, "I know I've done things that can't be fixed, but I'm hoping I can do better this time." So yeah. Basically, Raleigh Becket isn't a himbo, and he doesn't have a "golden retriever personality." He's just blond and conventionally attractive. Ya know, kind of like this guy is:

Again, not saying that you have to look at Raleigh like he's some kind of irredeemable villain or anything, but like, stop conflating "blond and conventionally attractive" with "himbo" or "golden retriever personality."

#pacific rim #pacrim #raleigh becket #not a himbo #not a golden retriever man

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