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yerimacoustic · 11 months ago

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𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙨 ♡ joshua x reader

↳ �� 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ❞ 🧺🦢☁️

summary: your parents have been in a very public rivalry with joshua’s since before you were born, yet the two of you can’t seem to stay away from each other. secret relationship au, actor!josha and model!reader, joshua hong x afab reader. also featuring vernon and mingyu. 8.4k wc.

content warnings: fluff (joshua is literally just a sweetheart), a little bit of angst, overbearing/controlling parents, strong language, brief suggestive content (make out sesh in the coat closet), champagne drinking, it’s probably not very good since i’m just getting back into writing </3 18+ mdni!

soundtrack: secret love song by little mix, they don’t know about us by one direction, see you again by tyler the creator and kali uchis, telepatía by kali uchis, sober by childish gambino, slut! by taylor swift, and ofc darling by seventeen

for anyone else, going to a movie premiere in the spur of the moment wasn’t much of a risk at all. any of joshua’s other fans could watch his new movie in public without experiencing any scrutiny. with all of that being said, there was no reason you should have been waiting near the staff entrance with a baseball cap and sunglasses. and yet, you were peering around corners and checking your watch every two seconds.

he was only two minutes late. it’s no big deal. maybe he was just preparing one of his speeches or getting his makeup touched up.

or.. he could have finally chosen to listen to his parents and stop seeing you. he could have realized that your relationship put both of your careers and reputation in jeopardy. he could have been rehearsing his breakup speech with you.

before you could prepare yourself for a theoretical rebuttal, the door swung open. and you were graced with quite possibly the most beautiful sight to behold- joshua, himself. he wore a navy blue suit, suede. he had bleached his hair recently; it was still taking some getting used to, but it was a lovely color on him. it was snow white, minus a few streaks of yellow along the ends. all in all, he looked like an angel.

neither of you wasted a second, throwing your arms around each other as he pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss. your hands rested on your shoulders, leaving prints of your palms on the fuzzy, napped fabric. you smiled into the kiss, relieved that your doubts proved to be fruitless, and he quickly reciprocated.

“thanks for coming,” he whispered to you. “i know you’ve been really busy.”

you shrugged, “its nothing i’m not used to. besides.. i had to see you. it’s been too long.”

joshua pulled away just enough to look in your eyes, adoration filling his own. with a quiet chuckle, he slowly removed the sunglasses from your face and folded them over his dress shirt. just as you moved your hands up in protest, he grabbed them both and laced his fingers with yours. “you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice. can we go somewhere tonight? anywhere.”

“I-” you stopped, drawing in a shaky breath. your breathing came to a complete stop, as if you were waiting for someone to burst through the door at any moment. “i don’t know. where would we go? i bet everyone in the city knows which hotel you’re staying at.”

he snickered, “good point. but they probably don’t know which one you’re staying at.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in mock offense, “and what exactly are you implying?”

“that your fans have a little more common sense and decency than mine,” joshua sighed, though there was no sign of self-pity in his voice. he moved a hand away from yours to brush through your hair, detangling a few tiny strands.

“if only that were the case,” you chuckled gloomily. “let’s go to the restaurant by my hotel. there’s a rooftop terrace, i could buy it out for the two of us.”

“someone likes their privacy,” joshua teased. “i’ll be there. gimme a few hours after the movie ends and i’ll run to you.”

“it’s a date.” you smiled giddily and cupped his chin with your thumb and index finger, pressing your lips against his once more. and once again, the two of you smiled once graced with the pressure of a light, chaste kiss. “now, i’ve gotta get going. i’ve got a movie to watch.”

joshua’s eyes went wide; when the two of you made arrangements to sneak around that day, he wasn’t expecting you to purchase a ticket to his premiere. he expected a quick little meeting, a few kisses, words of affirmation.. he knew that the two of you were already taking great risks as it was, he didn’t expect you to take another one. “well you’ll have to tell me all about it tonight.”

“looking forward to it.” you stole another kiss from him, trying not to ruin any of his makeup. there would be plenty of time for that later. you also lifted up your sunglasses from the collar of his shirt, sliding them back on with a mischievous smirk before waving goodbye and turning your back on him.

getting into the theater wasn’t much of a problem, oddly enough. it was somewhat alarming, the realization that no one recognized you as you wore one of the most basic disguises of all time. still, you opted to sit in the very back of the theater. not only were you afraid of potentially stealing the spotlight away from joshua , but the mere thought of your parents getting wind of this was terrifying.

both of your parents had had a very public rivalry since before either of you were born. your mothers were both models, and were best friends for a long time. that was.. until your mother stole one of the most important modeling gigs from joshua’s mother. and her manager. and her celebrity crush. they ended up breaking up before she met your dad but still!

then, your mother just had to marry a football player. and joshua’s mother was quick to retaliate, entering into a marriage of convenience with a player on a rival team. needless to say, you and joshua had been forbidden from even speaking to each other, let alone supporting each other’s work. let alone falling in love…

to be fair, neither of you ever saw it coming. until you met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, the two of you had some pretty horrible preconceived notions of each other that were proven false after a private rooftop conversation. after all, they’d been planted in both of your brains since the two of you were children.

it started out as privately messaging on instagram. then when the two of you started traveling more, you moved to whatsapp. then joshua plucked up the courage to ask you for your private number and then you started meeting each other in secret wherever you could. exclusive bars and restaurants, botanical gardens, private hotels and residences… not even your closest friends knew. and it would stay that way for a long, long time.

sometimes it hurt, yes. some days were easier than others.. but it hardly bothered you as you stared up at the silver screen. dark fantasy films were making a comeback, joshua being at the center of the industry’s revolution. you leaned back in your seat, smiling dumbly at the sight of your beloved in one of those fluffy pirate shirts, exploring an unknown, frightening realm while finding love along the way…

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it was cold that night. wind brushed through your hair while you kept your arms folded across the balcony, nipping at your nose and fingertips. you could see your breath, small clouds forming with each steady breath you took. you looked back towards the door near the center of the rooftop for the twentieth time; he had not stood you up yet, but the fear was always there.

your lockscreen remained empty, the only notifications being messages from your manager, vernon. several reminders about your interviews and photoshoots tomorrow, his ever present dry tone practically audible as you read the notes to yourself. it seemed you couldn’t escape reality for a second, even if you tried.

the slanted rooftop door opened quietly, but it didn’t startle you. you paid the maître d’ not to let anyone except for him upstairs. joshua stood in the doorway for a moment, letting the music from inside the restaurant ring through the air before shutting the door and muffling the smooth jazz. he watched you stare out at the city in quiet contemplation, approaching you timidly.

“the city’s so beautiful this time of night,” you told him quietly without turning to face him. “i wish we could stay here. just a little bit longer.”

he let his hands rest on the railing, one of them brushing against your elbow at the movement. “you’re heading back tomorrow?”

you nodded, “two more interviews, one more photoshoot. then it’s back home for a few weeks.” you looked back towards him. “you too?”

he shook his head, “there’s another showing in paris this weekend. and then in milan, then L.A….”

you tried to hide your disappointment, standing up a little bit taller. “well..i’m free for the next few weeks, so we’ll just.. work something out.”

joshua smiled, a pang of pain nearly visible within the movement. the flash of emotion was gone as quickly as it had first appeared, his beautiful, familiar smile quick to replace the pitiful look in his eyes. “perfect” was all he could say in the moment. “well..let’s make the most of the time we have together, then.”

“i couldn’t agree more.” with a chuckle, you led him towards a table near the center of the rooftop. It was the only one covered in a tablecloth and lit candle, where a bottle of chilled champagne and glasses awaited the two of you. you were the one to take the initiative, pouring a respectable amount of the cristal champagne in both glasses. you looked up to him as you rose yours, and he was quick to mirror your actions. “i loved your movie, by the way.”

he snickered with a bashful nod of his head, “i thought you might. you always had a dark sense of humor.”

“and a love for fantasy and romance,” you countered, taking a meager sip from your glass. “it was nice to escape reality with you, joshua. even just for a little while.”

he smiled dumbly, as if the endless amounts of compliments from critics meant nothing to him compared to what you had to say about his work. “i’m glad my performance was convincing to you,” he mused, an awfully sappy look in his eyes as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “but this-” he gestured to the empty space surrounding the two of you, “it’s really nice. thank you.”

you shook your head dismissively, “it was nothing.”

“no, i’m serious,” he told you, setting down his glass in favor of taking your free hand in his. “i haven’t had more than five minutes to myself in almost two months. i’m grateful that you would do something like this for me.”

once his warm hand was wrapped around yours, you felt prompted to look up in his eyes. his beautiful dark brown eyes.. “this wasn’t just for you, you know,” you teased him helplessly. “i’ve been needing some time to myself. you have no idea how insufferable vernon actually is.”

joshua laughed out loud, “i would have expected nothing less. someone has to keep you in line.” his hand briefly swatted at your elbow for effect.

“he’s not doing a very good job, is he?” this time, you were the one to gesture towards the space of the empty rooftop around you before facing him fully. comfortable silence passed between the two of you, warmth flooding your chest the second you got a better look at his eyes. then you whispered, “dance with me.”

joshua knew he would have been a fool to decline such a request. sorry, such a command. he was quick to set down his glass, which was half full by now. after settling on the best playlist of classy tunes he could find on spotify, he stepped towards you with a mischievous grin. once your arms were linked around his neck, his were curled around your waist in an effort to bring you closer to the warmth of his chest.

the two of you swayed in perfect time with the symphonies of strings that rang through the tiny speaker of his phone. your chin came to relax on his shoulder while his face was nestled comfortably into your hair. neither of you spoke for a moment, soaking in each other’s warmth. enjoying each other’s presence, uninterrupted, while you still could guarantee that no one unwanted would barge in on you. even your heartbeats were in perfect synch as you swayed in circles amongst the candlelight.

joshua’s touch was feather-light, but firm at the same time. there was confidence in the way he held onto your hips, fingers delicately tracing patterns in the fabric- but it wasn’t the boldest movement. he wasn’t making any efforts to insinuate that he wanted something else from you- no. it was more like he was trying to set your weary mind at ease. he knew that these less than ideal circumstances weighed on you, just like they weighed on him.

he’d washed the gel from earlier out of his hair, that much was clear once you ran your fingertips through the snow white strands. weaving the locks through your hands in gentle motions, you allowed yourself to take another step closer towards him. there was no room for either of you to even breathe without feeling the impact of the other’s chest rising and falling. you took a deep breath, getting a faint whiff of his cologne- a familiar scent of pine that you associated with him and him only.

neither of you said another word as you lifted your head up from his shoulder without breaking away from him. his lips were mere inches away from yours as the two of you stopped swaying just to get a better look at each other. the music swelled as the climax of the latest song rang through the air, painting a picture perfect moment for the two of you. you and joshua both studied each other, as if you were taking a mental note to memorize the godlike features in front of you.

After a moment, you couldn’t wait much longer. you pressed your lips against his, hoping to communicate more to him than words could in that moment. actions always spoke much louder, anyways. he seemed to agree; for her returned your kiss with fervor, cupping your cheek while his other hand kept his grip on your waist. your hands stayed in his hair even when you broke the kiss to press your forehead against his.

“let’s just stay up here for a little bit longer.”

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your eyes were glued to the tiny screen in front of you once your makeup was finished. now that you had some time to yourself, you could fixate on the most recent message you had sent to joshua: ‘i’m leaving again on the fourteenth, ik that’s your first day back in town. come over to my place.’

‘my place.’ you two had never been brave enough to meet at each others’ private residences. you knew the risks that came with it; the fear that nosy reporters or stalkers could follow you home, that either one of your friends or family members could burst in through the door.. if only there was a channel of tunnels underground designed especially for you two.

anyways, you chose to forgo sounding like a broken record and voicing your familiar concerns towards him. the three bubbles appeared on screen, blinking in the rhythmic pattern. they stayed there for a moment; he was obviously thinking really hard about what to say next. your heart nearly stopped beating completely, your breath catching in your throat, and then..

“y/n,” a voice from behind you mused.

you hurriedly pushed the power button, letting the phone fall to your lap while looking over your shoulder. vernon stood with his hands in his pockets with a blank expression. somehow you were able to read your deadpan manager like a book by now; right now, he was unhappy with you. “oh good, you’re ready. what’s taking so long?”

you sighed, “sorry. there’s just a lot on my mind.”

“like what?” vernon took a seat next to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“i don’t know how many more times i can talk about who i’m wearing or who did my makeup or what i hope to see make a comeback this fashion season,” you answered truthfully. “i’m really tired.”

vernon tried to offer a reassuring smile, his best effort being a mere tug at the one corner of his lips. “this is your last day, then you get a few weeks off. you’ll have plenty of time to rest, clear your mind.”

your eyes briefly fixated on the ceiling as you tried to figure out what to say next. “i mean in general. don’t you think that i could be doing something a lot more..meaningful?”

“where is all of this coming from?” vernon was puzzled; you were never one to complain about your occupation. you knew that you were blessed, that there were a lot of perks that outweighed the cons most of the time..you’d known that for years now. why were you suddenly having second thoughts?

“i’m.. not sure.” for a brief moment, you contemplated telling vernon about your true feelings for joshua. but you quickly realized that there were two possible directions he could take with the new information: for one, he could tell your parents. he was loyal to them, not just to you. two, he could hear you out. as your manager, he had been there for you on a physical and emotional level.

but.. you weren’t sure if now was a good time to take that risk. you stood up, checking your empty lockscreen under the guise of checking the time. “let’s get this over with,” you told him.

vernon nodded sympathetically before following suit and opening the door for you. “the second they’re done asking questions, you’re on the first plane home. you have my word.

“and listen- we’ll talk more on the way home, okay?”

you flashed him a smile of gratitude before letting out a quiet sigh. to tell the truth, you were more focused on your intense heartbeat than anything else. what did joshua have to say that was so important it took him five whole minutes and counting to type it? however, it was nothing compared to the disappointment you felt after the interview when you came back to another empty notification center.

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you didn’t stop checking your phone for new messages, even when you got home. every single time you were greeted by the two checkmarks, indicating that joshua had, in fact, read your message. what was taking him so long? had his phone been intercepted somehow? or had he finally realized…

you were ready to call it quits and fling your duffle bag onto the couch on the way to the kitchen, following through with your nightly routine. chamomile tea with a mint face mask, dimmed lighting and forest rain asmr playing on the television. however, your mother, who was sitting on said sofa with her back towards you, had other plans.

the sight of her didn’t scare you; you’d grown accustomed to her barging into your home and waiting for you to get back from work trips. sometimes you seriously wondered if she knew your schedule better than you did. maybe it was a good thing joshua was ghosting you.

“good to see you, mom,” you told her casually while making your way to the kitchen. not even her looming presence could stop you from brewing a much needed cup of tea.

she furrowed her eyebrows, taking offense at how casually you blew her off in favor of going to the stove. “that’s all?”

you flicked the stove on, waiting for the water to boil. with your back towards her you rolled your eyes, “what’s going on with you? how have you been?”

slapping her hands over her knees, she stood up from the couch abruptly. “i have excellent news, young lady. the kims are throwing a birthday party tonight for their oldest son, mingyu. and guess who has been personally invited?”

you pulled out your favorite mug, a light blue one with pale butterflies scattered across the cup. “i don’t know. vernon?”

your mother huffed, “you! mrs. kim told me that mingyu wants to meet you personally. your father and i will accompany you, of course, now let’s-”

“wait a minute, wait a minute, hold on-” you turned to face her, holding your hands up. “i literally just finished a month-long gig and went to five different countries. i don’t feel like going to a birthday party for someone i’ve never even met.”

“oh come on! just take a quick nap, and don’t drink any of this sleepytime tea.” she reached over to turn the stove off and move the kettle out of the way. “i’ll pick out your outfit while you get some rest. i want you looking your best tonight!”

before you could even think about protesting, she was gently pushing you into your bedroom. she made her own way to the closet after making sure you were seated on the edge of your bed, flicking the light on with a hum of satisfaction. she began muttering to herself while you tried to get comfortable among the blankets and pillows you’ve missed so dearly, “oh yes, you’ve got so many good options… oh this color would look marvelous on you… oh mingyu loves the color blue, you’ll-”

“MOM!” you shrieked, covering your ears with the nearest pillow.

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of course, it was no surprise to you that your mother had chosen one of the most uncomfortable dresses in your possession. it was dark blue, short and sequined, completely backless save a series of tiny laces clinging to your lower back. you’d worn several outfits just like it in photoshoots, but you’d never felt more exposed in your life. the cold air crashed upon your bare legs as you stood in the driveway, gazing up at the kims’ mansion in a pained stupor.

this wasn’t how your night was supposed to go.

your parents, with a hand resting on either of your shoulders, led you into their close friends’ house. it was just like any other party they had dragged you along to, several esteemed guests mingling politely with champagne in hand. waiters in white tuxedos carried glasses around, wearing blank expressions that would put robots to shame. a classical string quartet played over the speakers, once that provoked you to reminisce about the special moment you and your beloved shared just a few nights prior…

your mother was quick to pull your tiny coat off of your shoulders, handing it to the nearest waiter to dispose of it properly. the air was much warmer, that much you were grateful for. “let’s go find her,” she spoke of her close friend, your gracious host. “she shouldn’t be too far behind.”

you deadpanned as she kept a firm grip onto your hand, pulling you through the crowd. you spotted a few familiar faces, friends of friends. but no one that you particularly wanted to see. although the music was classical, soothing, you could’ve sworn it was getting louder and louder by the second. you stopped in your tracks to grab a glass of champagne, knowing that it would do little to calm your nerves. but you took a quick sip anyways.

of course, your mother snatched the glass from your hands once the two of you came face to face with a woman dressed to the nines. she wore an elegant dress and pearls, making you second guess your choice of apparel (not for the first time that night), her dark hair in a slick bun. she turned to her friend(?), your mother, giving her a warm smile, “i’m so glad you could make it!”

“thank you for inviting us!” your mother chirped, tugging you closer to her by gripping onto your furthest hip. “this is my lovely daughter, y/n. she just got home, she’s been working nonstop for the past month.”

“hi,” you chimed in awkwardly, grinning.

mrs. kim looked to you, her smiled laced with pride, “i think i recognize you. mingyu and i noticed you in several television ads in one sitting! it’s great to finally meet you in person.” before you could thank her, she turned her back on the two of you in favor of grabbing a young man’s hand and prompt him to join your small circle. “ladies, this is my son, mingyu.”

you could admit that kim mingyu was objectively very attractive. he was tall, with wavy dark hair and a cut jawline of steel. you expected someone with his status (and honestly, his looks) to take one look at you and walk in the other direction with his nose up in the air. but he didn’t. he extended a hand towards you, beaming. “hi.”

“hi, happy birthday,” you whispered, bashfully taking his hand. “i’m-”

“i already know who you are,” he cut you off, not that you were going to complain about it. however, once he realized that he interrupted your train of thought, he smiled bashfully, “sorry. we’ve just.. seen you on the tv for a while now. it’s lovely to meet you.”

“we’ll leave the two of you alone,” your mother giggled, joining hands with mrs. kim and booking it out of the kitchen. much to your utter horror. you didn’t know why you were so surprised; your mother’s penchant for evil was growing stronger and stronger everyday, it seemed.

the two of you stood awkwardly for a moment, mirroring awkward smiles and nervous laughs. luckily, mingyu broke the silence before you could, “do you wanna get out of here?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, momentarily confused. “..huh?”

“i mean- there’s a balcony just outside. i need some fresh air, it’s awfully stuffy in here.” the tall man chuckled, briefly grabbing at the collar of his dress shirt for effect. he had a very nice smile, one that seemed to be especially suited for film and television. there was a kindness in his eyes; he only wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

“oh- oh! yeah, that sounds really nice, actually.” you chuckled. only when you were greeted by the familiar cold air did you remember that you were not well dressed for this particular weather. once mingyu shut the door behind you, your arms were promptly folded over your chest, your palms moving up and down to provide the skin of your upper arms any sense of warmth. needless to say, it was not very effective.

“shit-” mingyu caught on quickly, throwing his blazer off his shoulders and draping it along your much smaller frame. you were soon drowned in the fabric, chuckling at how it could wrap around your entire body and then some. “sorry. i didn’t-”

“no, no it’s okay!” you laughed. “i- forgot what i was wearing for a second. my mom picked this dress out for me. she doesn’t usually do that, i swear.” inwardly, you were kicking yourself for your word choice- why did you feel the need to tell him that?

mingyu snickered, “don’t worry, i know all about that. my mom had this tailored specifically for tonight. we take birthdays pretty seriously around here.”

you nodded, unsure of what else to say in the moment. the two of you stared down the balcony in somewhat uncomfortable silence. there were already a handful of guests leaving, which undoubtedly would soon be replaced by more friends and family members. you envied those who climbed into the getaway cars, laughing and recalling the events of that night. still, you knew you had to be polite.

“so-” you both said at the same time before promptly bursting into a fit of chuckles.

“you first, birthday boy,” you chuckled.

you could have sworn mingyu tilted his head to hide a growing beam upon hearing the affectionate nickname you’d bestowed upon him. “well.. tell me more about yourself. do you have any hobbies?”

you lifted your chin up, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation as if you’d forgotten every little detail about yourself in a moment’s notice. “well…not really. don’t have a lot of time to myself. sometimes i read.”

“what kind of books?”

“you know.. the usual. nonfiction, i like a lot of history books. also.. i read some romance novels every now and again.”

mingyu chuckled in amusement, “ohhh so you’re one of those readers.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, mocking offense. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing!” mingyu was quick to throw his hands up in mock defense, snickering. you could tell the expression of guilt on his face was genuine, a sympathetic yet sheepish grin on his lips. “nothing. you just don’t look like the type to read smut in your free time.”

“well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you teased, smirking broader by the second. you’d even forgotten all about the freezing winds practically biting at your skin, thanks to him. he was easy to banter with, you could give him that much.

mingyu didn’t say anything at first, smiling bashfully towards you as if the last statement was.. promising to him. a moment of silence passed between you, your eyes instinctively falling over the balcony as a hum escaped your lips. even in your brief peace of mind, nothing could have prepared you for what he asked you next.

“are you seeing anyone right now?”

you chuckled bashfully, wondering how he jumped so quickly from such an icebreaker to a deeply personal question. “um..no. are you?”

mingyu shook his head, grinning dumbly. “my mom tries setting me up with girls all the time. that’s mostly what this birthday party is: an excuse for her to parade me in front of eligible bachelorettes.”

“i’m sorry to hear that,” you told him with sincerity, bringing his jacket a bit closer to your chest. “i get it, though. both of my parents have been pressuring me to start dating more seriously too.”

“and i imagine it's a bit harder for you too,” mingyu replied sympathetically. he had a point; there were a lot more double standards for women in the industry involving dating, hell, even just existing. you were either seen as a prude for staying single or a gold digger if you chose to date someone just as wealthy, if not more wealthy than you. there never seemed to be a happy medium, but you’d made peace with that long ago.

you shrugged. “it is what it is. frankly, i’m more concerned about keeping food on the table than seeing what the gossip magazines have to say about me.”

mingyu chuckled, albeit sadly. “well said.”

neither of you seemed to be quite sure where the conversation would go from there. there seemed to be little to no interest in elaborating on the particularly forward question he’d asked you. keeping that sentiment in mind you turned towards him, offering a small smile towards the much taller man. “should we head inside? i don’t want your mother to get the wrong idea.”

he snickered, “i could use a drink, anyways.”

he was gracious enough to let you wear his jacket just until he opened the door for you. you let out a faint sigh of relief once the familiar warmth flooded against your skin, reaching your hands up to slip the large pool of fabric off your shoulders.

but the moment you took your eyes off mingyu, your heart nearly lept out of your chest at the sight of joshua not five feet in front of you, reaching for another glass of champagne. your eyes locked, his own going wide with the realization you had caught him in a lie for the first time. he was able to keep his cool, act like your presence didn’t affect him in the slightest.. unfortunately, you weren’t so gifted in that area.

you turned to mingyu with a sympathetic yet slightly rushed grin, “it was- really nice talking to you. i hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“thanks. it was nice talki-”

before you could let him finish his thought, you rushed towards the man with fluffy bleached hair. discretion was the least of your concerns. you weren’t sure if you should be relieved that you were finally seeing him again, angry with him for ignoring you, or heartbroken that you had to meet again under such circumstances. “i thought you were going to paris,” you told him.

he looked over his shoulder, drawing in a deep breath. he knew the odds were stacked against the two of you now more than ever; you’d never found yourselves in the same public setting as both of your parents. you didn’t even have to ask him if his were close by; you knew they had a tendency to hover over him like a pair of vultures. “long story,” he whispered once he finally met your eyes. brief and distant was the contact.

you grabbed onto his arm, looking over your shoulder in the same manner as he’d done just moments before. and before you could listen to his protests, you walked him down the hall and to the nearest coat closet. no one else was around the hallways; the guests mostly found themselves in the music or drawing rooms where entertainment was provided.

you slammed the door shut, leaning back against it with your arms folded. joshua frowned once he saw the expression of hurt etched along your features, the way your eyebrows knitted together.. “you lied to me.”

“i know.”

“why?”

joshua looked away, fingers brushing along the sleeve of a random guest’s coat. it was large, dark brown.. mink, no doubt. “i.. i guess it would have been easier going back home knowing.. knowing that you thought i was still out of the country.”

you felt a strange, tightening sensation in your chest. one that was painfully unfamiliar, especially since joshua was involved. “where is all of this coming from?” you asked him quietly, keeping your position against the small door. it served two purposes: keeping him in and anyone else out. “i thought..”

“i know,” he interrupted, taking a step closer to you and letting go of the soft, plush fabric in favor of holding onto one of your hands. “i know. and i’m really sorry. i just.. i hate this.”

your eyes widened, the tightening feeling in your chest growing more intense by the second, “w-what..”

“no- no, not this,” he stepped closer, his grip on your hand tightening as he brought it up to his chest. his thumb skimmed over your knuckles, over your chilled rings. his free hand flew towards your cheek, cupping your jawline with a gentle, featherlike touch. “i mean.. sneaking around. lying. i hate living like this. i hate pretending i don’t know you exist. i want you to be able to come to my premieres as my date. i want to be able to go to your runways with you. i’m tired of this, y/n.”

you held eye contact with him, as uncomfortable as it was. his words were like daggers, the look in his beautiful, doe-like eyes serving as salt to the wounds. “trust me.. i want all of those things too. more than anything.” you paused, looking down at your joined hands. “but you know it’s a bad idea. if we tell them, there’s no way they’ll react well.”

“y/n-”

“they’ll disown us. cut us off. plus, if your parents are anything like mine, they’ll be very public with all of it.” it broke your heart to shut down such a beautiful and heartfelt declaration on his part, especially since everything inside you was telling you to abandon everything and run away with him. you couldn’t bring yourself to face him as your eyes flooded with tears; you knew the look of heartbreak on his face would prompt you to break out into heavy sobs.

“so.. what are you saying?” he asked you timidly. he was never one to raise his voice or get angry with you- honestly you weren’t sure if you would ever find anyone else quite like that in your life.

“i- i don’t know,” you answered truthfully. you couldn’t even dream of breaking things off with him. call it what you want, selfishness, fear.. but you didn’t want to lose him. that’s why you felt the need to reassure him through your heavy tears and your warbled voice, “i could never dream of being with anyone else. but i also know.. i have nothing without my parents.”

it embarrassed you to admit out loud that you were much too dependent on your parents. they dictated everything for you, they provided you with so much.. they had ties in the industry. without their help, you would undoubtedly be jobless.

“that’s not true,” he whispered with furrowed eyebrows. “you’re smart. and strong. i know you’d be more than capable.”

“shua-“

“i have enough money to support the both of us for the rest of our lives,” he told you, cupping both of your cheeks then. his touch was firm, yet gentle. “and once this movie takes off..” his voice trailed off. “let’s not make any rash decisions tonight, okay?”

just then, his fingers moved under your jawline, propping your chin up and prompting you to look up at him. “okay?” he repeated with that same beautiful gentleness, his voice hushed.

it took you a moment, but you nodded. with the realization that while you didn’t have everything figured out right that second, the least you could do was slow down and enjoy what was right in front of you. or more accurately, who was right in front of you. “yeah. okay.” you linked your arms around his neck, your chin falling to rest on his shoulder.

you pulled away just enough to look in his eyes. he’d blinked away any semblance of tears before you could see them fall down his cheeks- yet they still had such a glow of kindness and warmth in them. at times, it felt like they spoke directly to you, conveying every beautiful sentiment the two of you shared between each other. love, adoration, trust.. then they were fluttering shut once you leaned in to press your lips against his.

you both sighed in unison, as if it had been years since you held each other, kissed each other. with that being said, the kiss grew more and more desperate by the second. you’d even pulled yourself away from the closet door you had previously been leaning against, opting to press your chest against his instead. distance truly made the heart fonder, you were coming to find.

your knees felt weak once his hands slid down your figure to rest over your hips for a moment, his fingers snaking towards the small of your bare back. you could have sworn you were seeing stars by the time his fingertips folded over the tiny laces and skimmed over the skin in silky motions. his touch was so familiar to you, yet it never failed to bring butterflies to your stomach and a heated tint to your cheeks.

“i like this dress,” he whispered to you between heated kisses. you could only hum in response, hands weaving through his fluffy, ungelled hair. he smirked, feeling nothing short of pride that he left you feeling speechless. “what? you don’t like it?”

“i’d rather be wearing it just for you,” you admitted while linking an arm around his waist. under his suede jacket, of course. you clung to him, craving, needing his warmth..

“i love the sound of that.” before he could take any riskier steps, he pulled his hands away from the small of your back, his palms gliding upwards to hold onto your clothed upper waist, instead. as tempted as he was, he was not about to have sex with you in the closet; he thought it felt incredibly disrespectful, especially considering the heart-to-heart you had moments before. always the gentleman.

once his lips met your neck, you tilted your head while your hands relaxed on his waist. you felt like time had stopped from the moment you stepped foot in the closet with joshua, like nothing else mattered except the two of you. along with that beautiful, wonderful feeling came the harsh reality that your parents were most likely searching the entire mansion for you. so, you promised yourself you’d give him just a few more minutes before you’d be the one to break the embrace.

he was timid with his kisses, careful not to get too carried away and leave any marks. even so, his lips left you tilting your head back against the nearest wall in bliss. “come over tonight, please. i can’t-”

joshua lifted his head up, his eyes locking with yours. he was clearly surprised to see that your offer from earlier that day still stood, oddly enough. before he could agree, his lips parting, the door swung open next to you. you felt the impact as it hit joshua, causing him to shudder- but the culprit was quick to apologize:

“sorry, man, didn’t see you there-” vernon muttered, stepping forward to gently push past joshua, most likely with the intention to grab his own coat. of course, until he saw you pressed up against the nearest wall with your arms wrapped tightly around joshua’s waist, the man you were supposed to be in a feud with. his eyes went wide, his jaw agape as he stood in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. “....y/n??”

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needless to say, joshua didn’t come over to your place that night. you were both able to smooth things over with vernon before the party was over and luckily he agreed not to tell your parents, at least for the time being. joshua was the first to leave the closet, albeit reluctantly, leaving you to face your manager with a sheepish expression. he was disappointed in you, to say the least, offended, both on a professional and personal level.. but the important thing was that he swore he would be discreet.

you both agreed to meet for lunch the next day to discuss the important matter at hand, as well as your upcoming schedule. the pesto chicken sandwich placed in front of you hardly looked appetizing, given the severity of the situation. once your manager had found the table you reserved for the two of them, he sat down in front of you with his shoulders slumped. clearly he was just about as excited for this meeting as you were.

you were the first one to speak, flashing him that same awkward smile from the night before, “hey..”

“joshua? joshua hong?” you had to hand it to vernon: he went straight to the point more often than not.

you nodded your head, which felt heavier by the second. the weight and the severity of the situation caused an aching in your temples, one that you would have wished away hours ago if it were possible. “yeah..”

although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, vernon was grateful you took the liberty of ordering his sandwich for him. ham and swiss on rye.. you’d had his order memorized for years now. he took a bite of it, as if to drown his sorrows in the small sandwich. “i just- have so many questions. how did you guys even meet? aren’t you supposed to hate each other?”

“jihyo’s birthday party a few years back..” now that you admitted it out loud, you were in disbelief that the two of you were able to keep your relationship a secret for so long. only for all of the best efforts, the sneaking around, and the little white lies to be thrown down the drain at a stranger’s birthday party. “we got to talking and realized.. neither of the lies our parents told us about each other were true. that night he messaged me on instagram and.. one thing led to another.”

from the looks of it, vernon, himself, was starting to get a headache as you retold the events of your relationship to him. his palm went to his forehead, rubbing the skin with a heavy sigh of dread. “and.. just how have you managed to keep this a secret for so long? without my help?”

you shrugged your shoulders just as a pit began to form in your stomach. “luck, i guess?”

“let’s hope whoever blessed you with good luck is still feeling generous when your parents find out,” he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “and they will find out, y/n. it may have been me who found you guys in the closet last night, but the two of you can only keep up appearances for so long.

“imagine if it was mingyu who found you. or one of his parents. hell, one of your parents.”

you shuddered at the thought of your parents walking in on you making out with anyone in that closet, let alone the child of their sworn enemies. “you’re right. it was.. super irresponsible of us.” you paused. “are you saying.. we should just tell them?”

vernon swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, nodding his head in the process, “better than finding out through the media, don’t you think?”

“i guess.” you leaned back in your seat with a sigh. not for the first time, you envied the couple sitting a few tables across from you. they were strangers to you, but they seemed so.. happy. they didn’t have to worry about being seen together, make sure no one was looking before holding hands, secret “i love yous..” none of it. it didn’t seem fair to you.

as vernon noticed you sitting in quiet contemplation, he folded his arms across the table. “what are you thinking about?”

“vernon.. you’re fired.”

you could have sworn vernon’s eyes grew nearly twice their size. “wait a minute, wait a minute- what??!”

“listen! you’ve given me a lot to think about and.. you’re right. i have to tell them.” you cleared your throat. “we both know it’s not going to end well, so i’m saving you the public embarrassment in advance. and i’m quitting my job. as soon as possible.”

vernon’s features softened, his relief evident. you knew that your long term manager would be well off; he had several other clients in the business besides you. still, he seemed puzzled. “are you- are you sure? you’re giving up a lot, y/n. are you sure it’s worth it?”

as you reflected on your time as a model, the benefits and perks that you were lucky enough to receive, along with the cons on the other side of it- you realized you’d never been more confident in your decision before. you were young, there was plenty of time for you to choose a more meaningful path. you nodded, leaving enough cash on the table to pay for the two sandwiches before standing up.

“it’s definitely worth it,” you beamed. “i’ve gotta go make a phone call.”

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“it’s.. definitely risky.” joshua had his reservations about your proposal. he knew what your mother was like thanks to the stories you’d told him personally, which was why he found it all so.. commendable.

“what part of our relationship hasn’t been risky?” you countered while leaning into his chest. he’d finally taken you up on your invitation. the two of you were relaxing on your balcony, cuddling on the swing while soaking up the vanishing sunlight. you hadn’t let him leave your sight since the minute he walked through your front door; you wanted to take full advantage of his time there.

“true,” joshua let out an infectious laugh and the skin near his eyes crinkled, just like it did every time he smiled. truthfully, it was a trait of his that you’d found endearing since the moment you met him. his voice was hushed as his gaze shifted from the sunset ahead to you and he lifted a hand to cup your cheek. “is this really what you want?”

“more than anything.” you immediately reached for his free hand, both of yours holding it close to your heart. there was nothing but certainty in your tone as you spoke, the look of determination in your eyes only solidifying it. “maybe i can go back to school or something. my schedule’s clearing up pretty soon.”

you felt the gentle rumble in his chest as he chuckled, “you know i’ll take care of us. i wasn’t just saying that.”

“i know. but- i really need to do this. i feel like i’ve been missing out on so much.” you played with the rings adorning his fingers rather than meeting his eyes. your confession left you feeling bashful, even if you weren’t quite sure why. “but not anymore. i love you joshua, and i don’t want to have to live in fear anymore. i just want..you.”

those three beautiful words stood out to joshua and caused him to grin like a fool. all this time, it was as if the two of you knew fully well that you were in love and therefore, never felt the need to state it directly. your affection towards each other was unspoken at times, voicing itself in many more ways than one; stolen kisses behind curtains, brushing hands together in intimate discretion, risking discovery by supporting each other at premieres or press conferences.

but now.. those three words were out in the air, never to be taken back. not that either of you would dare to if you were given the opportunity, of course. personally, joshua felt as if he could shout it from the rooftops without a care in the world. “say that again,” he whispered to you.

you were quick to reply, your voice hushed to match his tone, “i love you.”

“i love you too.” as if to reiterate his words, he pressed his lips against yours just as the sun began to take refuge behind the large palm trees. it felt beautiful, picturesque, like a scene from one of his movies.

the rest of the night, you two never left each other’s embrace for more than a single minute, knowing that even if your parents lashed out at both of you, even if you were sure to face public scrutiny and humiliation, even if you were at risk for losing everything you’d worked so hard to build, you had each other. you would never part ways with each other again, and that was truly all that mattered.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #joshua hong #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong x you #joshua hong fluff #i’m sorry if it’s bad #i’ve been working on this for way too long #it might seem a bit rushed lol #kim mingyu #hong jisoo #svt x reader #svt x you #joshua hong fanfic #seventeen au

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dulcecherub · 6 months ago

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Love Espresso

Chapter six: Blue

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Synopsis: after her breakup with Rafe and him kicking her out. Her best friend offers her a new job and a place to stay. But when Rafe comes back from Morocco. He realizes he’d made a grave mistake. Will Sofia go back to him? Or will she decide that her new life means more to her than him?

Author’s note: thought I was going to make this longer than it was. So sorry for the wait! Just changed the name of this chapter from tethered to blue. But blue as in the Kali Uchis song and not the Billie eilish one.

Sofia didn’t know what to say to Liliana when she got home. She stood at the door, unsure if she should allow herself in. She could hear faint sounds of Liliana padding around the room. The faucet turning on, running down the sink. But still, Sofia couldn’t find it in her to move. They didn’t have a bad fight, but it did make things awkward. They spoke to each other as they work as if they were just people worked together. Not best friends of five years. She didn’t know what she was going to enter too.

A memory slowly resurfaces.

A couple months back before Rafe came back from Morocco

Sofia stared down at her food, Liliana and Catalina are sitting in front of her. Catalina chewing away at her food, while Liliana takes a sip of her drink. —Sofia picked up her fork and stabbed into her pasta. Trying to will herself to eat the food her friend made. She took a small bite into it. Trying to process the food before letting it go down.

“So.. uh… I’m glad I could be here for you right now.” Catalina said. Dropping her fork down on her plate. “I can’t believe he did that to you.” Catalina was a lot more sympathetic than Sofia had given her credit for. Sofia felt the lump in her throat growing. Feeling like it would swallow her whole if she didn’t get the words out.

“Thank you… you can say I told—

Catalina cuts her off, “Absolutely not, he… he’s a piece of shit for what he did. I have no right to throw anything in your face right now.”

Liliana looked between them. Her eyes not betraying what she was feeling.

Sofia looked back at the pasta that Catalina had made. “I did this to myself. Like I always do. I-I fuck things up and—

“Sof, you thought irrationally to the words he said to you. He made it out to be like he’d never be with a pogue. That what the two of you had for two years, was nothing.” Liliana says, finally speaking up.

Sofia let a tear slip down her face. She knew they were right. She’d given Rafe her all. Pushing everyone away because that’s what happened when you dated someone like Rafe. He demanded all your attention. Once he had a lick of someone giving him unconditional love, he licked it up like it was all he was ever going to get. Making you utterly consumed by him. Everyone else be damned.

“I’m-I’m so sorry.” Sofia says, her voice cracking. Her eyes casted down, no longer having the strength to stare at her friends.

“Hey, we’re here.. okay.” Catalina placed her hand over Sofias. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Sofia sighed, pushing the door open. Liliana looked up, then immediately bringing her eyes back down onto the table. Awkwardness surrounded them, finally Sofia spoke.

“I’m sorry.” She said, it sounded weak to her own ears. She didn’t like feeling this way. Feeling like it was her against Liliana. They’d been friends for only five years and yet, it felt like she’d known Liliana her whole life. She didn’t want to lose that.

Liliana let out a sigh, a tear escaping from her eyes. “You don’t have to be.”

Sofia’s own face crumbled, “I know you just want to protect me. I understand why you did what you did. I do. And I don’t want our friendship to sour over something as stupid as a boy.”

Both girls ran to each others arms, holding on to each other tight. Not letting the other go.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Sofia cries into her friends arm. Liliana held her friend closer to her. Holding her tightly.

“It’s okay, I promise. It’s okay.” Sofia shook her head, she was selfish. She was the one who hurt people all the time. She should be sorry.

Liliana kissed Sofias forehead, rubbing her back in circles. Sofia kept shaking her head.

“I’m-I’m not good Liliana. All I do is mess everything up.” Sofia licked her lips,she tasted her tears. She hadn’t realized how hard she’d been crying.

“Hey, that’s so not true. Don’t say that about yourself. You are the kindest, most loving and caring person I know. Cometiste un error. Nadie puede culparte por eso.” (You made a mistake. No one blames you for it)

Sofia rubbed at her eyes, “Todavía fue culpa mía.” (Still, it was my fault.) Sofia wants to cry again and she hates how the tears are coming through. Unrelenting, this is showing up emotions she thought she’d buried. Her feelings for Rafe, her platonic feelings for her friend, and the feelings she’s felt from being abandoned. “Why did he decide to come back?” She asks hoarsely. “He should hate me. Run away from me. He shouldn’t want me after what I did.”

Liliana looks at her friend sympathetically. A sad smile appears on her face. “Maybe because… he does love you. Just has an awful shit way of showing it. I don’t really know Sof. You were with him more. I still don’t understand why he did what he did. And I don’t appreciate him just appearing again. Just like that.”

The two girls are sat on the couch, holding onto each other. Sofia looks down at the coffee table. The silence engulfs them for a while.

“Maybe…he does.”

The moment Rafe and Sarah had gotten home from the grocery store. Rafe slid out the car, slamming the car door angrily. He headed in without even a glance at Sarah. His footsteps against the walkway, loud and harsh.

“Rafe! Hold on!” Sarah yelled after him. She slid out more carefully. Worried about her baby. It clicks in his head… he stops. He lets out a shallow breath, heading back to help Sarah out of the car.

“M’sorry.” He grabs Sarah’s arm as delicately as he can. He has never been a delicate man… not since…

“Rafe?” Sarah asks him, he can’t help but break down. He sobs into her chest. He can feel his legs wobble. He tries his best not to. Doesn’t want to hurt Sarah or the baby.

“Oh Rafe.” Sarah hugs him tightly. His grip on her tightens. Using her arm as a life line. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever make things between him and Sofia better. She’d only said one thing to him and he crumbled under the weight of it.

“She’s never going to forgive me.” His voice is hoarse, his words coming out harshly. Almost afraid of slipping out, of showing vulnerability. But they slipped out anyway. Pain was like that, it demanded an audience. It depended your full attention. And Rafe’s heart clenched, he finally let go of Sarah.

“She’s hurt right now. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I know—

“How?! How do you know?! How do we know she’ll come back to me!” Rafe cried. Sarah flinched at his tone but doesn’t waver. Didn’t back away from him.

She’s learned how to handle when he’s like this. Before he knew she would run when he did. But for some reason, now she stays. He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know when she decided he was worth caring for.

“Because I’ve been in her place before. I can tell she loves you.” Rafe shook his head, his head in his hands.

“No, Sarah. She’s never going to forgive me. That—she’s obviously done with me.” He rubbed his head, trying to find some comfort in himself. But he felt tortured by what Sofia had said.

“Fuck you.”

It played over and over in his head. Like his brain was mocking him. Trying to get a raise out of him.

“You just need to calm down, okay?”Sarah says, grabbing him by the arm. “Come on, let me make mom’s special tea. The one.. I know we’ve been butchering for years now.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? I was an awful brother to you. I don’t deserve your kindness.” Rafe rubbed at his nose, his eyes ahead as he walked alongside Sarah. “Just leave me here, it’s what I deserve.”

Sarah stops walking. “Don’t.”

“What?” Rafe asks, confused.

“Don’t do that. Don’t say that. It’s your way of trying to push people away. And we’re not doing that anymore, Rafe. We’re not going down that road. I chose you. Wheezie chose you. Heck, even John B chose you. Stop pushing people who want to stay in your life. We’re not going anywhere.”

With that, the Cameron siblings walk back into Rafe’s house quietly. Rafe contemplating the words Sarah had just uttered. She was right, it wasn’t something that he was used to. He always felt like he had to earn people’s love. To gain it. With Sofia, it hadn’t felt that way at all. He felt her love like it was simple as breathing.

He didn’t realize he could manage to make the people he hurt feel the same. He doesn’t know how he did it. Doesn’t know how he was able to. But he’s glad he finally has a true support system. Outside of whatever he had with Sofia and it made him realize something else.

He was going to fight for his relationship with Sofia. If it was the last thing he had to do.

Sofia had been working, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She hadn’t looked up at the big window in front of her. Her eyes glued to the rag in her hand and the table she was wiping down. She heard the sound of the doorbell chime of the door.

“Hey, are you Sofia Jimenez?” Said the delivery man. Sofia looked up with crinkled brows.

“Uh yeah, I’m Sofia.” Sofia placed the rag on the table so she could properly give her attention to the delivery man. He was different than the usual one she’d seen come in here.

The delivery man nodded, “Just need you to sign here.”

A part of her should have turned him away. She was slowly starting to realize this wasn’t a normal delivery. It was a Tuesday, the shop usually got their things delivered on a Wednesday.

Once she signed, he left the shop. Then came back fifteen minutes later. With rows upon rows of flower bouquets. Sofias mouth open wide. Before she knew it, the coffee shop was filled with flowers.

“Thought this was a coffee shop. Not a damn flower shop.” A grumpy customer said. Sofia could only stare agape at the customer before turning to look at Liliana. Whose eyes widen. Sofia gently took off the flower shop card.

“Whoever send you these, must really love you.” Another customer, a woman says.

Liliana and Sofia only stare at each other. Sofia allows Liliana to read the note.

“Gotta give it to the guy, he knows how to do an apology right. Only thing now is… will you go talk to him?” Liliana asks.

Sofia feels a storm of emotions consume her at once. She’s not sure what her next steps should be. She could only stare at all the peony and lilies scattered around. Her favorites.

Song Sofia is listening to

Song Rafe is listening to

Song Liliana plays to cheer Sofia up (flashback)

Taglist @percysley

#Spotify #rafe x sofia #sofia x rafe #rofia #rafia #rafe cameron #outer banks sofia #sofia obx #sofia outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 1 year ago

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Ruby: MMmm-MH! Goooood Morning Yang!

Yang: *Brushing Teeth* M'rn Rbs!

Ruby: You're up bright and early. What's up?

Yang: *Spits in sink* Me and Blakey got a whole day planned-*Gargling & Swishing Mouthwash, Spits* We're gonna go for a walk in the park to get some pictures taken and do a little window shopping, then we're meeting up with her parents for lunch!

Ruby: You've got a whole day planned, Huh! Is there something special about to ... day ...

Ruby checks the calender - wednesday, Febuary 14th.

Valentines day

Ruby: Nonono! Not now! I haven't prepared!

Yang: Sorry Rubes! I gotta get dressed, so unless you wanna see me naked again, you should-

Ruby: I'm going, I'm going!

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Weiss! Blake and Yang are busy-

Weiss: I have Dates planned Ruby! I'm afraid I can't help you.

Ruby: With- I'm sorry did you say 'Dates' as in Dates Plural?

Weiss: Yes I did.

Ruby: Isn't that kind of-

Penny: Salutations Ruby! I am here to see My Valentines for the day!

Ruby: Penny? You're going out with Weiss?

Jaune: I am too! We're going to be switching on and off throughout the day!

Ruby: What.

Penny: Knowing that you identify as 'Asexual' I inquired what romance felt like to Weiss, who was on her way to ask Jaune on a 'date.' Jaune brought up how Polyamorous relationships were uncommon but plausible, so Weiss agreed to spend her time with us both!

Ruby: ... Oh.

Weiss: Yes, and I still need to finish readying up! Please leave so that I may Dress!

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Loud Thumping and groaning may be heard behind Ren and Nora's Door, along with slapping sounds.

Ruby: I dunno why I thought they'd be doing anything else.

~~~~~

Oscar: Hey Ruby! What're you up to?

Ruby: Finding you! Everyone else is busy with Valentines, so I figured "hey, Oscar hasn't seemed interested in anyone, and he know what romance is" so I looked for you so we could have a Totally Platonic hangout. Which, for Valentines day would be weird-

Whitley: *Barging in* Hello my Evergreen~ I brought Cinnamon raisin Oatmeal cookies for my most sweet of sweets~

Oscar: Uuuhh ... Sorry Ruby, I'm kinda busy?

Ruby: ￣へ￣

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Ruby: *Knocking on Door* HEY UNCLE QROW!

Robyn: *Wrapped in a towel* Sorry kid, He's busy in the Bathroom.

Ruby: ... i though him and Clover-

Clover: I'm here Too!

Qrow: I got a big heart Kid! Now leave and let me bathe with these guys, or I'll tell them about your seventh brithday!

Clover: Now that I wanna hear!

Ruby: You wouldn't!

Robyn: *Holding Qrow's hand* He Would.

Ruby: ... Got it. Have a nice time. Please leave a sock on your handle next time this happens!

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Ruby: ...

Emerald: How do they feel now?

Mercury: *Rubbing his legs, crying Slightly* They feel Real. They feel like they're back.

Ruby: Well That's sweet.

Emerald: We're trying. I'd talk more but concentration-

Ruby: And Merc seems like he needs you, have a nice day.

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Ruby: Hey Winter-

Winter: ...

Cinder: *On Winter's shoulder* ...

Ruby: ... I'll be going.

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Ruby: Hey Miss Schnee-

Willow: *sweaty and Flushed* Hello Dear! I'm afraid I don't have much time-

Kali: Willow~ We have time for one more round before me and Ghira need to see our Kitten~

Ruby: Just go-

Willow: I can take a break if you need-

Ruby: I'll be fine, i get it-

Willow: Seriously, If you need something-

Ruby: Thank you, but I'm good, all good, go have your fun-

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TaiYang: Hey! You've reached the Personal Scroll of Taiyang Xiao Long! At the moment I am pounding someone's ass right now, and Can't reach you! PLease leave a message at the Tone!

Ruby: *Hangs up* Safe to assume that's where Raven is.

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Ruby: ... Hey? Hey Torchwick!

Roman: *Sitting at a table at a cafe* Little Red, I'm not in the mood for any of our games today.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Roman: Look, Neo's a free spirit, and on today of all days, she's reveling in Warm bodies rather than cold blood, leaving little ol' me out to dry, just cause the way I get down and Dirty is only ever stylish not sexy.

Ruby: ... yeah, I get that. Everyone I can think of is either being horny or romantic. It's annoying.

Roman: Oh-ho-ho! It seems the little nightmare for all the criminals in Vale is and Ace of Spades, huh?

Ruby: Well ... *Unfurling Crescent Rose as she takes a seat* Wrong Farm tool, but yeah, my flags fly white, gray, Green and Purple.

Roman: ... how about truce for today? I get the feeling if we stay out of each other's trouble our friends and family can have a nice day.

Ruby: No assault, theft from Mom and Pop shops, no murders, no trafficking and no destruction of property.

Roman: ... take off destruction of property.

Ruby: Hostile architecture only.

Roman: *Extending his hand* Deal.

Ruby: *shaking his hand* Sweet.

#rwby #ruby rose #roman torchwick #NOT rosewick #platonic rosewick?#bumbleby #whiteknight #frostbyte #frostknyte #rich farmers #renora #true fairgame #jailbyrds #fairgame #cinwin #emercury #tairaven #rwby pheonix #rwby shitpost

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guardian5tiger3 · 1 year ago

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Energy check in tarot reading & channeling - what's happening ?

*collectively I feel a cycle is being complete and things around this time are being shaken up and or metaphorically were experiencing some turbulence . Definitely a lot of soul and energy upgrade stuff happening . Star card energy ! Water and dolphins may be significant. Also cookies or biscuits I can see someone has those ?

Let's get it goin -

Pick a picture

1 (Kali). 2. 3.

Group 1

My first two cards say eat/drink , and relax so that's self explanatory but to get a bit deeper I'm seeing that this group specifically should focus on the present moment and taking things one by one and going day by day . So you all may get overwhelmed even just oh I have to do this that and shower and cook and clean and feed my pet and call this person or whatever right. and you get overwhelmed so try to focus on the next thing in front of you and if you have troubles figuring out what to do first to write a list on paper or your phone to help you organize that ok . I'm also getting you all need some encouragement and stuff or recognition also maybe. I'm seeing that you may have or are going through something that just seems like a situation where you're losing but as a matter of fact this is coming out as a situation that is somehow giving you an advantage ultimately and is best for your development and somehow , for some of you, even your safety. This could even be something along the lines of being temporarily homeless or anything. You could not get something you want because if you got it sooner it would be bad say you want to get food somewhere but somehow the store is closed so you have to wait but if you did happen to make it in time to the store and get the last order it would have gave you food poisoning, just for example, you never know. You guys are definitely going to win something whatever it might be you're going to be a or the winner. As a matter of fact. Peace. Divine timing is significant at this time especially.

Group 2

A lot of you feel really confused in some way or about something or someone . I'm just getting a lot of confusion and stuff . It could also be disorganization or being overwhelmed .you guys are very blessed the universe is trying to bless you in multiple ways or one big way and someone is wishing negatively on you and or sending negative energy towards you unintentionally or intentionally it depends on who you are here. The group message at the beginning definitely heavily is for y'all here . I'm seeing some person or group of people being mad about the energy youre in from an outside perspective once again you all are very much in star card energy I suggest looking up the meaning too. If you experience (d) a heart breaking ending it's actually cause whatever is being put to an end is very bad know it or not it's bad for you ok. ESPECIALLY if it's socially. For someone there is two people showing up who are very very manipulative and very horrible energy ok.if this message for you it could be frustrating, the whole situation. Lies always get exposed in the end by the way. Make sure you do not involve emotions into situations that it's not necessary too and look at any situation you can with logic , kind of business minded and without much emotion ok. Peace peace.

Group 3

*accidentally called y'all group 4 ?

I'm keeping this group short for good reason something is being balanced out and you are somehow someway winning big this is just cause it's part of the universe balancing things out . I'm getting patience would be good to practice right now. Some not all of you though are unenthusiastic about this possibly cause there's something else you want or you might not see what's coming in as a big deal possibly cause you're already in the energy where your energy is matching that of what blessings are going to or are hitting ya. Y'all really might not even notice this to where you give it thought!!! Maybe cuz it feels natural somehow I don't know. Make sure your heart is open and you're not chasing waterfalls ya know.focusing on things far away you might not appreciate what you have to the fullest.but you do deserve whatever, whoever this is ya know. :) one love.

#pac reading #free tarot readings #pick a card reading #pac #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #pac tarot #tarot pac #free intuitive readings #tarot free reading #free readings #free tarot #tarot cards

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neurodivergent-fox-demon · 2 months ago

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Episode 7:

Stiles sighed as he dried his hair, walking out of the on suite bathroom. He walked into a wall of solid muscle and blushed, looking into Derek’s eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I should have gotten dressed in the bathroom. “He chuckled, running his towel over his chest. “I’m not used to having someone in my room.”

Derek blushed and gulped, staring at his naked chest. “It’s fine. You should feel comfortable in your own home.” He licked his lips, watching water drip down his neck. “You must have one lucky girlfriend…” he joked.

Stiles chuckled and smirked, placing a hand over Derek’s heart. “Does it have to be a girl?”

”Um, no. I guess not. I mean… I’m an ally… love is love.” He blushed and stammered. “I remember you said you’re bisexual and I’m cool with that,”

Stiles nodded, running a finger over his neck. “Fortunately, I am very single.”

He jumped back as the door opened and Scott walked into the room. “Hey Boss.”

Stiles growled. “It is very late and you better have a very good excuse for why you are barging in here.”

Scott gulped looking between the two men. “Sorry to interrupt the um… honeymoon. Kira sen t me over with some toys for the little guy. I told her that it was probably a bad time, but she insisted.”

Derek stepped back, blushing as he cleared his throat. “No need to apologize. That was nice of her.” He looked into Scott’s eyes; which were glowing gold.”I’ve seen you before.” He thought for a moment before growling. “You were at Laura’s funeral with the Beacon Hills Mafia. I was unaware they had any werewolves leashed.” He stepped forward, threatening the Beta. “Do you know anything about my sister’s murder?”

“Hey, calm down.” Stiles placed a warning hand on Derek’s chest. “Scott took a few wrong turns after he was bitten, but he is clean now, isn’t that right Scotty?” He glared at his second.

Scot nodded, holding his hands up to placate the alpha. “Yes, i was in the Beacon Hills mafia, but I was not at her funeral representing them.” His eyes flashed back to Stiles before continuing. “I was there because Laura was a friend. My mother was heart broken.”

Derek nodded and stepped back, feeling the truth in his speech. “Sorry, I will never understand the motivation behind the Beacon Hills Mafia’s decision to kill Laura.”

Stiles nodded, squeezing his shoulder. ”We’ll get to the bottom of it. My dad still has contacts within the sheriff’s department.”

Derek nodded, taking the duffle of toys from Scott. “I need to sleep. Tell your fiancée, Kira was it, thank you.” He let out a long breath, walking into the bathroom.

Stiles sighed, gazing at his best friend. “That was close.”

Scott chewed his lip. “You should tell him the truth, Boss.”

“I will… after I prove that we did not kill his family and find out who did. This entire operation reeks of the demon wolf.”

Scott nodded, running a hand through his curls. “I don’t know, boss. The duke doesn’t usually fuck with assassinating entire packs.”

Stiles nodded as he started getting dressed. “Nonetheless, find out what you can. Talk to our contacts inside his operation. I hear Kali is wanting a meeting.”

Scott bowed his head. “Sure thing, boss. I think Erica still has pictures from the scene.”

Stiles smirked. He could kiss that woman. “Get catwoman on the phone tomorrow and I’ll set up the meeting. Thank the gods I helped her get into crime scene photography. I love her attention to detail.”

Scott laughed, bowing his head again. “She’ll be glad to hear from you, boss.”

“And tell Vernon I want him on guard detail. Cora and Eli are to be protected at all times. I don’t trust Peter Hale or Kate Argent not to attack them to hurt Derek.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Scott nodded, making a few notes in his phone. “Anything else.”

“No, go home. I’ll see you at the auto shop tomorrow.” He sighed.

Scott gave him a mock salute as he backed out of the room. “See ya, boss.”

Derek walked into the room a few minutes later as Stiles was climbing into bed. “I’m sorry for almost attacking your friend.”

Stiles shrugged, “No harm, no foul. He doesn’t hold a grudge. Scott is an overgrown puppy.” Stiles chuckled softly. “I’m sorry he barged in like that. We’ve known each other all our lives and have gotten used to just coming and going from each other’s homes.”

Derek laughed, climbing into the bed next to him. “It’s good to have friends that are close.” He chewed his lip thinking. “Do you think he would be willing to talk to me tomorrow? I want to ask him a few questions about his time with the Beacon Hills mafia.”

“Sure.” Stiles sighed. “As far as I know Scott was just an errand boy three years ago. Melissa would kill him if he were involved with hurting anyone, let alone Laura.”

Derek turned toward Stiles, propping himself on his elbow. “How did she know Laura?”

“Oh!” Stiles laughed. “Melissa is a nurse at Beacon Hills Memorial. If I remember correctly, Laura used to volunteer there. Melissa was always singing her praises.”

Derek chuckled softly. “Scott’s mother is Melissa McCall? She helped deliver Eli. Laura always said she owed Melissa everything for helping her through that nightmare.”

Stiles sighed happily. “She is an angel.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. It really sounds like you love her.” Derek smiled.

He chuckled. “She is like a mother to me. She’s been there through thick and thin since my mother died.”

”How did she die?”

”It was frontotemporal dementia. I was only teen and she did not even know who I was at the end.” He sighed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Derek placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry, Stiles.”

Stiles shook him off. “It’s alright, Goodnight.” He turned away and turned out the light.

Derek sighed. “Goodnight, Stiles.”

To be continued…

@be-my-incubus

(Episode 1) (Episode 6) (Episode 8)

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mafia au #sneak me in your closet my prince

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fluentmoviequoter · 2 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 100 FOLLOWERS!! You work is amazing <33

I would one of Dalton Lambert + prompt 22 if you like ✨️

Thank you so much!

I've been literally waiting for you to write a Dalton imagine like every day since i found your work <33

Thank you!!! I hope you've enjoyed the Dalton fics I've posted and thank you for all of your support and amazing requests! You were the first person to send me a request and one of the reasons I continued writing for Dalton, so I can't thank you enough! I've been hoping someone would request this prompt and had a blast writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it! :)

Warnings: fluff to the nth degree. 0.8k+ words

A/N: Fun fact, I went to a really small high school and was asked at least three times a day to braid someone's hair. However, I have thick and curly hair so no one could braid mine (luckily I can braid my own). For that reason, I let the reader have wet, freshly detangled hair in an attempt to include more hair types for anyone else with hair that's difficult to braid when dry!

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Prompt 22: Braiding each other's hair.

“Yeah, Kali, I promise,” Dalton says into his phone. He looks up and waves as you enter his dorm, mouthing that he will be just a minute.

“Save the picture of the braid you want, and I’ll try my hardest… Yeah… I’ll call him later. Love you, Kali.”

“You can braid hair?” you ask as he ends the call and plugs his phone into the charger.

Dalton nods and beckons you closer, so you stand by his bed. “My little sister Kali loves braids and I learned when we were younger so I could braid her hair for her. My mom was busy, and dad was so forgetful after, you know. I just wanted to help her feel pretty, or whatever.”

As Dalton answers, you are in awe of his thoughtfulness and love for his siblings. He raises his hands to hold your waist and looks up at you.

“Why? Want me to braid yours?” Dalton asks, pinching your sides as he tries to eradicate the seriousness he created with his answer.

“Would you?”

“Seriously?”

You shrug as you point out, “You offered.”

Dalton laughs before he moves back on the bed and pats the spot he moved from. You thank him excitedly before sitting on the bed, giving him full access to your hair.

“I just washed it, so it should be detangled and ready,” you inform as he begins raking his fingers through.

“And wet,” Dalton murmurs.

“That a problem, Lambert? I thought you were a professional.”

“I am,” he answers proudly. “Even when my sister sends me double-knotted reverse Dutch fishtail braids and expects me to be able to do it on the first try.”

He leans closer to you and gathers a section of hair at the top of your head, asking if he can do a French braid.

“My hair is your canvas, my dear artist.”

Dalton says something under his breath before parting your hair and beginning to braid. You allow yourself to relax in the domesticity of it all, and the soothing feeling of Dalton’s fingers in your hair and his warmth against your back only add to the moment’s decompressing qualities.

“Do you have a hair tie?” Dalton asks, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes,” you answer, passing the one on your wrist over your shoulder.

Dalton’s fingers brush yours as he takes it, thanking you before he secures the braid. You grab his phone and use the camera to look at the finished braid.

“Dalton, that looks amazing! I can see why Kali keeps asking you to do her hair. It never looks that good when I do it.”

You snap a picture with him before he takes his phone back, rolling his eyes to distract from the smile forming at your praise.

“So, why don’t you ever braid your own hair?” you ask, shifting to face him.

“I can’t. Never learned to braid my own,” Dalton answers, leaning back against the wall.

“Unacceptable. Sit up.”

You stand on his bed and gesture with your hands until he moves forward. You sit behind him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Braiding your hair.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks.” He hands you a pack of hair ties before returning to his position in front of you.

You hum as you part his hair, opting for two French braids, one on either side of his head. With each piece of hair you add to the braid, Dalton relaxes more. You secure the first braid and notice that Dalton is beginning to lean back involuntarily, and you smile at the thought of being the reason he finally relaxes and enjoys something. The second braid seems to go faster than the first, and soon, you tie it off.

“All done,” you announce quietly.

“Already?” Dalton asks, sounding too tired to speak.

You move out from behind him, opting to sit beside him. When Dalton sees you, he sits up straighter and faces you.

“Yeah. Do you understand the appeal of letting someone else braid your hair now?”

“Mmhmm. Maybe you should do my hair every day.”

“Only if you do mine.”

“I did do a pretty good job,” he says, brushing his fingers over your temple.

“And you look very handsome with braids,” you respond.

The door opens, and you both look over as Chris stands in the open doorway.

“Well, if you’re going to have hair braiding parties without me, I’ll just leave,” Chris says as she tosses something onto the desk and leaves again.

“What was that?” you ask with a laugh.

“Every time she sees a party invite, she brings it to me.”

“You should go and show off your braids.”

“Or I could let them accidentally fall out and we could continue our hair braiding party.”

“Trust me, Dalton, now that I know we can have braiding parties, we will be having them regularly. Besides, you have to learn how to do a double-knotted reverse Dutch fishtail braid before you visit Kali again.”

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #requests #100 followers celebration

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1lostsoul0fishbowl · 11 months ago

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i’m burnin i’m burnin i’m burnin for you

hellcheer ficlet

one word prompt: firework

prompt by @pearlypairings

fireworks divider by @thecutestgrotto

You sure this is gonna work, Jonno?

Positive. And quit calling me Jonno.

Sorry. I‘ll just feel like an idiot doing all this if it doesn’t work. Plus this thing is fucking scalding hot.

Hey, you’re the one who wanted to make a grand gesture, Eds! You said you wanted to do something extra special for Chrissy’s birthday!

Yes, Robs, I know that, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to feel silly about it.

I think it’s sweet! Who knew the metalhead was such a romantic?

Not helping, Nance.

C’mon, we ALL knew that.

Shut up, Jeff.

Can we just do this already? You’re not the only one who feels like an idiot out here.

Relax, Grant, you don’t look like an idiot.

Yes he does.

Not helping, Gareth!

Uhh… brochachos? I forget what letter I’m supposed to be.

You’re V.

I thought I was E?

No, Steve is E. Guys, are we ready or what? I swear this firework just burned my hand. I might need a new one.

It’s not technically a firework, it’s a sparkler. Here’s another. Okay, I’m gonna count to three and everyone stay as still as you can except for the hand forming your letter, because it’s a long exposure and you don’t want it too blurry. Everyone ready? One… two…

My dude. Are you sure I’m not L?

Jeff is L! Jesus H. Christ, Argyle, you’re V! You’re a very valuable valid member of this vision!

Whoa. Eddie, you should chill. You almost caught your shirt on fire with your sparkler, my dude.

Okay. Can we just try this again? Is everyone ready?

I have to pee.

Not now, Robin!

Jeez, okay, sorry!

AHEM. Ready. One… two… three!

*click*

Ow, fuck, my head!

Sorry, Garebear.

Dude, if you burned my hair I’m gonna get Kali to bleach yours when you’re asleep.

She would never!

Janie might.

Cut it out, you two. Man, Chrissy better appreciate all the effort we put into this.

She will. You know she will.

Aww, there he goes with his goofy smile! Eddie and Chrissy, sitting in a tree—

Shut up. You guys are the worst. Except for Jonno.

For the last time, my name is Jonathan.

We are not the worst, and you know it. Who else would do all this for someone else’s girlfriend?

Okay, fair point. Thanks, you guys. I take it all back, you’re not the worst.

We didn’t do it for you, Eds, we did it for Chrissy!

I take it back again. Robin, you’re the worst.

That’s why you love me.

Keep telling yourself that in your diary.

Um… dudes? I was supposed to be the Y, right?

ARGYLE!!!

Just kidding!

#hellcheer #hellcheer ficlet #one word prompt #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #nancy wheeler #stobin #corroded coffin

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 year ago

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Why Those Nicknames?

If you ever looked at the basic info posts for my COD OCs and saw their nicknames and wondered, "why?", this is for you. Just something fun. This is solely for the COD OCs that are in "The Lions" squad (Kali, Sarabi, Simba, & Nala) because there's a post about why Stone's nicknames are his.

Kali:

Mufasa- This is technically a callsign, but I put it in the nicknames section because only The Lions and Stone use it to refer to Kali. Everyone else, including me, uses Kali when referring to him.

The Phantom of the Opera- This was sorta touched upon but here's a more in-depth explanation. Kali's light on his feet, like a phantom, but he also sings (hence the opera part). During his earlier years in the Marine Corps, Kali used to sneak up on people and sing songs from the musical The Phantom of the Opera, just because he could and it sparked the nickname.

Harbinger of Death- Harbinger means a person who announces or signals the approach of something, which is fitting for Kali considering as a sniper, he kills people. But also no enemy has ever seen him and survived, hence the nickname.

Sarabi:

True Leader of The Lions- Partly because he's the one that does the most of Kali's paperwork (because Kali, despite being a captain, hates paperwork) but also because it's a play on the fact that prides of lions are usually a matriarchy. So since Sarabi's callsign is a feminine name whereas Kali's (at least in the squad) is a masculine name, people joke Sarabi should be the actual captain of the squad.

Shadow-Man- Sarabi manages to blend in the shadows somehow, he hides there and no one really knows he's there because he usually doesn't talk much. Also, some people have said he manipulates shadows when he moves (which is just to further the legend of him).

Simba:

Geek-Man- It's not because he's a math prodigy, I swear. It's because he has these "geek-outs" as he calls them, where he just info-dumps about a certain subject. It's mostly about math or animals, don't ask him about fun facts about zebras. He will talk your ear off about zebras.

Greene Day- He loves the band Green Day and if you hear him humming, it's most likely a Green Day song. Combine that with the fact that his last name is Greene, you get the nickname "Greene Day".

Chaos Himbo- You may be thinking, if he's smart, how can he be a himbo? It's the energy. He doesn't seem smart, especially not with the way he has often accidentally set a fire in the microwave by trying to microwave different things. He's also chaotic in the way he has run several times on all fours, like he's a four-legged animal. He surprisingly runs pretty well on all fours.

Nala:

Daddy Williams- He got this nickname before he became an actual father and it's because he made the mistake of saying he once had a partner (not his wife) call him "Daddy" in bed. And no one let him live that down. It's gotten to the point where his daughters call him "Papa" and yes, that was his conscientious choice to teach them to call him that.

Man with a Bunker- It's self-explanatory; he has a bunker. Everyone found out when he just said "I do have a bunker" when someone joked he'd be the type to have a bunker. It's speculated that he might have more than one bunker, but he refuses to give a distinct answer on whether or not he has more than one.

Lord of the Weapons- Just a funny nickname because of the fact that he has a bunker and is a weapons expert. Other soldiers, non-weapons experts, revel at his knowledge of weapons and the fact that he can assemble and reassemble a sniper rifle blind-folded. Yes, people have actually seen him do it. In-universe, there are videos of him doing so.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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thepigeonblue · 8 months ago

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(Matchup for Lulu🌸)

Hi baby!! I was hoping to get either overwatch or arcane matchup (either or is lovely!)

-for the basics run down, I'm looking for a romantic matchup but platonic is just as fun. Im AFAB (she/her), lesbian :)

-personality wise I easily cater my humor and demeanor for whoever im talking it (a bit of a ppl pleaser tbh) but overall I'm a bit introverted but warm up very easily. I joke a lot and my mind goes faster than my mouth sometimes, before I trust people I'm more on the calmer quiet side (still like making people laugh though). I am a little blunt but never in an insuilting way- (I tend to rat myself out a lot lmao) typically the wine aunt of friend groups.

-looks wise I'm a bit on the shorter side (5'1") and I have a good mix of lean muscle and some subtle curves (lost a lot of weight so I just have my legs and ass left-) I have a round face, im pretty pale and have medium length curly dark brown hair, I have glasses (dont wear then as much as i should) and I dress in a very 2000s-2010s way (heels, skinny/flare jeans, zip ups, camis, hoop earrings etc-) I love thrifting my clothes. Also I love makeup but if I could stick to one thing it would be my fluffy false lashes :)

-hobbies and overall interests, I really like knitting (ive tried crochet but knitting is more calming), I working on becoming a tattoo artist soon, I draw a bit, I like thrifting and going to garage sales, I did sparring/boxing for a bit, I'm a pothead (ive cut down a bit though!) And I like listening to music (Kali uchis, tommy February, Jinjer [metal band from 🇺🇦] and mitski) I also know ASL as *technicly a first language, and still use it today

That felt like a lot but I hope it was enough to mgroups.make something cool- have a great day/night!! TYSMM

Thanks so much for requesting, I love doing these!

Overwatch

Kiriko!

As soon as you meet she picks up on your people-pleasing habit and decides she needs to know more about you.

Like your real sense of humour, which is definitely a core foundation in the relationship.

You’re always making each other laugh, even after a (rare) argument.

Kiriko is an easy person to warm up to, I can’t imagine it takes very long at all. Not if she has anything to do with it anyway.

She finds your ‘wine aunt’ tendencies hilarious. If you both need to complain about someone, she’ll casually open up a conversation with something along the lines of

‘__ seems… well.’

to test the waters. 99% of the time you both like/dislike the same people though, so that can give way to a recreational bitching session.

Much like two sassy wine aunts.

You both know ASL which is handy.

It makes for a form of personal communication between just the two of you that, I’d imagine, most people you surround yourself with don’t understand.

It’s intimate, in a way. If you’re out with a group together and one of you wants to leave, you can communicate that and slip away without anyone else knowing.

Also linking back to complaining about people, WELL. That’s just a whole new world.

You have similar styles when it comes to clothes, but not in a way that makes you look boring, just coordinated.

I feel like Kiriko would have pretty basic music taste, but she’s an open minded person and would give you the aux when driving without complaint. You’d at least have some Mitski in common

(Even if the occasional ‘oh I’ve heard this song on TikTok’ drives you mental sometimes)

Actually I take that back I can see you converting her into a Kali Uchis fan

Oh thrifting and garage sales are a MUST. She loves that as well, although she lingers for so long.

But with Kiriko, the time passes easily and you’ve had such a good time you don’t even realise you’ve spent an hour looking at some dude’s car boot.

She’ll call them dates, even if it’s just going out to get something for the house. Or if it’s basically just hanging out.

But she goes ‘Cool, it’s a date!’ In a way that’s far too self-assured for you to object in any way.

Runner up: Mercy

Arcane

Jinx!

It’s another relationship based on humour with her (sorry, I realise there’s a slight pattern here)

But it’s much less serious, even when it maybe should be.

This girl INSTANTLY took a liking to you. And she wasn’t even sure why. But she made no secret of her opinion, always bugging you to get you to stay and talk to her, making up excuses to get your input on something, making little trinkets and giving them to you.

‘Hey, hey!! I made this, isn’t it cool??’

‘Oh, yeah it’s pretty cool’

‘Well you can have it if you want it so bad, here, take it, don’t mention it.’

And just like that the conversation has moved on.

Once you’re actually close enough that she can just verbally request your presence for the sake of having you around, she does that a lot.

Dates/hangouts could range from just hanging around listening to music to pulling shenanigans and pranks together.

She’d approve of your music taste, you definitely have a blend playlist that she puts on when you’re just hanging out.

Her working on her gadgets, you knitting, with your playlist on, the silence between you interrupted with a

‘Is this mine or yours?’ As a Jinger song comes on, to which she shrugs.

She’d encourage you to practice tattooing on her

Whether you accept or not- she’s pretty reckless with her body.

‘I trust you to not do a penis on my face or something, just like- you need REAL practice, right???’

You’re both around the same height, Jinx having maybe an inch over you and never letting you forget it.

But to everyone else you’re just two gremlins joined at the hip

Well, she’s much more gremlin than you. Obviously.

You regulate her though. Shes not very consistent, so this doesn’t apply all the time, but she’s generally calmer around you.

It’s either she’s that loud, obnoxious way teenage boys get around their crushes (she wants to impress you) or she’s totally subdued, still very strange- she can be herself with you at least- but calmer. Like she’s afraid of scaring you off.

There’s a lot of that fear of losing with her, which can be a headache to deal with in itself, but if you have the patience and gentle hand she’ll be okay.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #ow #x reader #character matchups #matchups #arcane #arcane league of lesbians #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx #kiriko #kiriko overwatch #kiriko ow

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 10 months ago

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Hi there. Can we see a wedding resulting in the Royals? I'm curious to what they are like? If it's okay?

((Hi there anon, hope your well today. I think I can write one for you to give you a idea of what it's like. Oh and Jaron belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

One night in the demon realms, Jaron was fixing up something while he was looking nervous. It's been three days since he was told he was going to be married right away to his fiancee Melinda. She was just as nervous right now that he was looking at the mirror. He already had his suit and everything for tomorrow but he was nervous.

"...I can't believe I'm getting married tomorrow. *Sighs* This is going to be something." He mutters even if his friends knew he was going to be fine. This was a big day. It's like Rex and Kali's who got married at his domain for the wedding. As he was thinking about it, a knock was heard to make him look.

"Yes?"

"Jaron, can I come in?" he blinks to hear it was his devil, Lyilus behind the door. "Uhhh yeah you can come in." he sees the door open showing it was him indeed.

"Jaron, why are you not asleep? You have a big day tomorrow. Is something troubling you? If your worried about that fool that tired to kidnap your soon to be wife, rest assure he's taken-"

"No no, it's not him. I'm just..nervous. Usually I'm always cool as a cat but right now..I'm nervous. I know you said you and Yen wanted this to be the best day for me and Melinda....even if this is so sudden.." he looks to him and yet he looks down at him to sigh.

"I know it might seem like that but rest assure, everything will be fine. Your marrying someone powerful as she is marrying someone the same. You grown over the years my boy..so that tells me she and you will do fine when ruling the human world. Besides, when you get married, you'll have to get used to one another as any other wedded newlyweds that marry here in the demon realm." he explains.

"Okay? So we just don't go to the human world right after this?" he asked.

"Oh no not yet. After you both get married, you'll be sent somewhere private to know each other better. A few of your friends went through the same thing. But you shouldn't worry about it." he chuckled at the thought and yet Jaron sighed shaking his head.

Seeing this, Lyilus rests a hand on his shoulder to see Jaron look at him. "Believe me, you'll be fine. Everything will go as planned alright. You should be happy. I mean, I don't see anyone else better for you." he said and yet Jaron sighed to close his eyes then look ahead at the desk. Knowing he and Melinda knew each other for a good while, he can't argue with that.

"...Yeah...your right."

"Good. Now, get some sleep. You and her will need it." Patting his back, he turns to leave Jaron's room so he can sleep. Jaron looks quiet but sighed looking at the window showing the demon world's moons. Three of them. He only knew this was going to be big tomorrow that he relaxed moments after.

"Guess I better get some sleep." he mutters to head to his bed and gets some sleep for the night. He knew he was nervous but Melinda was nervous too.

~~~~~Timeskip: Next morning~~~~~~

The big day was here, many of the fractions were coming to s Lyilus Kingdom for the wedding as the fractions were sitting down while others were speaking among themselves. However, the DBT and cursed vixens were with either the groom and bride.

With Jaron, he was just done being helped into his tux while looking at the table feeling nervous. This was it, he was going to be married soon.

"Come on Jaron, you should be happy. Are you still nervous?" Shdwkyz asked wearing a tux himself like the other boys. He sighed to his eyes being closed then opens them to look.

"In a way. I normally ain't this nervous but can you blame me?" he said rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, you shouldn't be! I know this is a big day for you and Melinda but come on! Your marrying Melinda! You should be happy." Rust said to his friend even if Jaron looks to him, Fosh, Navarro, Shdwkyz, and Gerald who was there.

"Besides, you should be happy as well even so." he heard Fosh said. "We all know how you love Melinda but still...." he said.

"I know, I know..I guess I'm nervous." he said.

"You shouldn't be. You got this Jaron. We all know you do." Shdwkyz said as the TBT boys looks seeing Jaron sigh.

"Yeah...thanks guys." he laughed happy to have them as his close companions and teammates. That's when the door opens showing Terry.

"Hey, you ready?" he said to Jaron as he takes a slow breath in and breaths out, standing up.

"Yeah...ready."

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Everyone was taking their seats waiting while most of the fractions were there as well for this. The devils were there too while they were seeing everyone waiting at the front while seeing the others speaking but was happy. However, they were seeing some guards due to what happened with Bradley and his devil, it was just in case.

"This is sooo exciting!" Summer giggled while sitting by Yuji who was agreeing with her.

"Yeah, I'm happy for both Jaron and Melinda." He smiled seeing Matt happy while sitting by his fiancee Ryunosuke as he was humming.

"Do you think he was really nervous towards this?" Winter asked seeing the others agreeing.

"I guess we'll see in a moment." Fin said as everyone waited. The others was happy for the DBT's teammate while the six claws who was also dressed for this.

Then it was time. The music begins playing as everyone looks seeing the doors open showing Lyilus wearing a fancy suit with his heir Jaron wearing his own. The two were walking down the aisle with others being happy. As soon as the two get to the front, the next group shows seeing it was the boys from the DBT and the girls from the cursed vixens. They were standing on either side of the aisle while the girls were holding some silver roses.

Everyone was whispering seeing this that they saw the groups get to the front. Seeing the DBT boys on the left side behind Jaron. Rust, being Jaron's best man, looks seeing Jaron nervous but he gently nudge him to show it's going to be okay. He looks to him but smiled to nod.

The boys did become speechless seeing the cursed vixens wearing the bridesmaid's gowns even the girls from the DBT. Yuji knew Jinx was with Melinda due to being her bride of honor. The six claws found Ink really pretty in her dress even if she was bearing it for her teammate and friend. T-bone blushed seeing Maggie in her dress. Hex was the same with Ophelia in hers. Hiroshi was the same with Hellmare too. Even Jinx was seen after her girls while seeing she was there after making sure everything for Melinda was set in stone.

Yuuka saw Oblivion in her own though she did look pretty beautiful too. A demon priest was waiting after following but gets to the front as well. Everyone else was waiting to wonder of the bride now. It already made Jaron more silent.

As they waited, the music changed as everyone turns again to see the doors open with more softer music playing. It shows both Taz and Ping wearing cute dresses along with showing some flowers as they were showing flowers on the ground. With Gerald wearing tux as well while they were following the two. Everyone was happy at this but it was a demon wedding so it might be something.

When the four gets to the front, Taz and Ping goes to the girls side while Gerald goes to the boys side. In a while, everyone waited only to see the doors still open when two more people showed up.

Everyone looks seeing Yen-Lo-Wang coming but he also had someone else. Everyone's eyes widen seeing it was the bride. Melinda's arm was held by her devil father while wearing a very beautiful dark silver Spaghetti Strap Lace wedding dress. A few of the silver lung dragons were floating above everyone in the room while this was going on.

She was holding some black and silver roses bouquet in her hand while walking down the aisle with Yen. Her black hair was up but braided as well. A black gem like necklace was seen on her neck as well while walking. However, Melinda was blushing heavily from this with Jaron being speechless but his face was red.

She looked beautiful in the dress. Though, he was still speechless. She was lead up to the front by her devil father before he gets up there while seeing him offer his heir's hand to him.

"......."

"I hope you take care of my heir..please be sure you make her happy but I know you already do." Yen nods but saw Jaron said nothing as he gently takes her hand while she looks to him.

"Trust me, I will.." he said while Yen only nods going to stand with the other devils seeing this. Now Melinda and Jaron were at the front holding hands. The devil doing this clears his throat but looks to everyone.

"Everyone, demons, devils, we are gathered here today in the presence of this witness of every demon and devil here, to join Jaron Jackal and Melinda Brooks together in demon harmony. To bond these two demons to become as one. In peace but to help bond them by demon blood. Knowing how this goes, both demons will be going through new challenges, tasks, and new things as a new chapter opens up before you two." he said seeing the two looking at one another.

"If anyone can show just cause why this couple should not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." He looks seeing no one speak to make the devil nod.

"Now, before we go on, the groom would like to say his vows to you...Mr. Jackal?"

He nods as Melinda blinks as he takes a breath to look at her.

"Melinda Brooks, I know we have had a crazy ride when we meet in the demon world. Knowing we will have to rule it one day but it seems we'll be doing that together. I wouldn't see it any other way. I promise to always be there for you, to watch your back, and be sure your happy. You mean the world to me and I hope for our future we will only grow stronger. So..I am happy to say I'm going to have you as my wife. My precious lung dragon." I, Jaron Jackal, will promise to love, cherish, and make sure your the happiest woman in the world through our demon lives." he smiled even if she blushed a bit hearing this but smiles gently to him.

"That's sweet. Now, the bride. Your vows?" he asked.

"..Jaron Jackal, I'm happy that we meet at first here. True, I was new here in the demon world with no one else there by my side..but that all changed after you helped me. Even after saving me. You changed my life and I'm so grateful for it. Thanks to you, I've got a new family, friends, and someone that loves me for me. Thank you for always being there for me and here as we tie the knot to become husband and wife. I hope the future is bright for us a..and...for our family one day. I'll always be there for you, to support you, and rule by your side as your wife and partner. My precious Jackal..I, Melinda Brooks, will promise to love, cherish, and make sure your the happiest man in the world through our demon lives....." she smiled that he smiled back.

"Now, Mr. Jackal, Will you take Melinda Brooks to be your demon wife/bride? To cherish, love, protect, and rule the human world beside her. For all eternity till death do you part?" he asked seeing Jaron look to her.

"..I do."

"And do you Miss Brooks, take Jaron Jackal to be your demon husband/groom to cherish, love, protect, and rule the human world beside him. For all eternity till death do you part?" he asked seeing Melinda look to him.

"I do.."

"Wonderful. Gerald, the rings please." He sees General walk up showing the two rings on the black pillow. Jaron and Melinda takes their rings while facing one another.

"Now, Mr. Jackal, please repeat after me..I Jaron Jackal, take you as my demon wife. With this ring, I ask you to forever be mine." he said.

"I, Jaron Jackal, take you Melinda Brooks, as my demon wife. With this ring, I ask you to forever be mine." he said slowly sliding the ring on her finger.

"And you Miss Brooks, I Melinda Brooks, take you as my demon husband. With this ring, I ask you to forever be mine." he said.

"I, Melinda Brooks, take you Jaron Jackal, as my demon husband. With this ring, I ask you to forever be mine." she said slowly sliding the ring on his finger. Everyone saw the two hold hands again with their fractions smiling with tears. Even Jinx who was holding Melinda's roses for her.

Seeing this, the devil smiled to the two. "Alright then, By the power vested in me, the demon realms, and the power of the two houses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jaron, You may kiss your bride.”

Jaron looks to Melinda while holding her hand before lowering down as she leans up before their lips met. They shared a heart loved kiss hearing the others cheering while they did. The lung dragons were flying above the new wedded couple while a few spiritual jackals were howling happily even the bigger pup barking happy.

"I now pronounce Mr and Mrs. Jackal." he said clapping as Melinda and Jaron breaks the kiss but they laughed smiling while facing everyone seeing their teams, friends, and devil fathers happy for them.

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"I can't believe it! They finally did it! I knew it!" Rust smiled happy for his friend seeing Jaron and Melinda happily talking while dancing with each other on the dance floor. She seems really happy like he did.

"I am happy for them but don't forget, it's a step when we all head to the human world to rule over it. I'm sure we will have to get human approvals they are married like the rest of us. Though, that's in due time." Hellmare said drinking some tea.

"Even so, that was not too bad though.." Ink said while seeing her six claws sitting around while talking. Though, everyone was happy when seeing Jaron and Melinda even seeing the jackals and lung dragons dancing around them as they look just to laugh.

"Though, this gives you a idea of the other weddings that will take place." Ophelia said to remind everyone.

"Oh yeah..that too." Ink mutters.

"Oh lighten up. It's just like that but it can be different depending." Kali said sitting with Rex who agrees.

"She's right. All we can say is be prepared. You never know what might happen." he said as everyone thinks about that. Even with Jaron and Melinda dancing, they were happy and it was good enough for them.

#OOC #silver roses #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the fractions of NYC #Devil Nobles au #demon noble rulers au #anon #peahen writer

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