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Crystal: Oh no, how the hell did you get my dad's car crushed?!

Y/N: Well, we were on the way and there was a deer in the road so I yelled "Goo, deer!"

Crystal: ..Don't tell me-

Y/N: He replied "Yes, honey?"

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Captain Jenna: Where’s MC?

Nero: Out to capture Sylus.

Captain Jenna: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Tara?

Nero: Trying to stop MC from getting herself in danger for trying to capture Sylus.

Captain Jenna: And Xavier?

Nero: Trying to stop Tara from stopping MC from trying to capture Sylus .

Captain Jenna: I see. And what are you doing here, Nero?

Nero: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Xavier from stopping Tara from stopping MC from trying to capture Sylus.

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Y/N: Hey, get me some water.

Elite: I'm Charles Choi, the Chairman of HNH group.

Y/N: Okay Charles Choi, the Chairman of HNH group. Get me some water.

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

Zayne, who had to stop wearing a smartwatch because it would alert him about his heart rate that spiked dangerously everytime he found himself around you.

Rafayel, who's ears turn red from the intensity of his blush whenever you get perhaps a little too close to him, brushing a hand over his arm, your knee knocking his underneath the table, all innocent touches that makes him go red.

Xavier, who's opted to start stuffing his hands into his pockets or hoodies so you wouldn't see how they trembled, or how they ached to hold your own. He can at least keep the fidgeting to himself that way.

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“You’re my boyfriend, Zayne, not my doctor.”

You huff as he shakes out a multivitamin gummy into the palm of his hand to join the rest of your pills that you had been forgetting —neglecting— to take.

“Is it not a boyfriend’s duty to look after his girlfriend’s health? If so, I have no problem ending this relationship to reinstate you as my patient.” His eyes slide over to meet yours, and you huff again, this time louder than the last, and thrust your hand out so he can drop the pills and gummies into it. “Smart choice.”

He slides you a prepared glass of water, the condensation leaving a wet streak across the counter, and he wipes it up with a paper towel. Your fingers close around the glass as you go to take the first pill, only for his voice to make you freeze.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet? Taking those on an empty stomach will make you nauseous.” He’s moving towards the pantry before you can even answer.

You blink at his back as your thumb idly rubs at the white pill. “It will? Hm…” Maybe that’s why you had felt violently ill every time you took your medicine - you were a chronic breakfast-skipper. “No, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Does homemade pancakes, eggs, and sausages sound fine to you?” Your mouth waters at the thought, and your stomach voices its approval with a low growl. “I’ll take as a yes.” His voice is amused as he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, and you shoot a bashful smile his way before placing your pills a bit to the side so they’re out of the way.

“Do you even have time to make all that? You have a surgery this afternoon, don’t you?” A sudden wave of guilt comes crashing over you, and your eyebrows pull together as you watch him grab all the ingredients. Zayne took care of people at work all day, and nearly everyday, and now here he was taking care of you in the small slot of time he had to relax before being thrust back into work, and all because you’re adverse to taking a few pills.

“There’s plenty of time left before I have to head in and start preparing. Don’t worry.” He assures, and you prop your chin up on your fist with a quiet sigh, knowing it’s no use trying to convince him of anything different.

He works quickly yet efficiently as he prepares everything, his gaze drifting over to you every so often. Soon enough, your apartment is filled with the scent of a delicious smelling breakfast and a plate filled with food is being placed down in front of you along with a fork.

Zayne props his forearms on the marble of the island you’re sat at and nods towards your food. “Eat.”

“A please would be nice.”

“A thank you would be nice.”

“A kiss would be nice.”

“Would it?” A smile tugs at his lips, and you nod with a hum as you pick up your fork. “I think so, too. Perhaps I’ll give you one once your plate is empty and those pills are gone.”

“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out to him, and he gives a soft shake of his hair, black hair swishing as he lets out a soft chuckle and twines his finger with yours.

“You’re such a child sometimes.”

“I keep you young.” You cut off a section of your pancakes and stuff it into your mouth, the sweet taste of the syrup coating your tastebuds and making you sigh. “An yawt.” You say around a mouthful of food, and he raises a brow as he moves your glass of water closer to you, but not before using his evol to make it ice cold.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full - you’ll choke.”

You swallow before speaking, fork already moving to gather another bite.

“So? You’re a doctor, you can just give me the heimlich.” It’s his turn to sigh.

“Just eat your food.”

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[⚠️] Lookism Chapter 481 Spoiler

New character from Gen 1 looking fine af😩❤️

And he looks like blonde Eli too🙇‍♀️

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dg better not be the 2nd body of charles as stated in other theories cuz me and my deluded mind will be traumatized for life with all those shits i wrote and read for him (c.ai + tumblr + wattpad + qoutev + ao3)

y'all need to understand, that would be my biggest heartbreak‼️

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I became inactive after posting this but- HELLO??!

i need someone to talk with about the lookism fanfic ideas i have in mind👉👈

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C.ai group chat with the J High boys (2)

(Daniel, Jay, Zack, Eli, Vasco)

eli be traumatizing us

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C.ai group chat with the J High boys (1)

(Daniel, Jay, Zack, Eli, Vasco)

cackling rn

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cheonliang arc be better come soon. i wanna see my baby girl queen mary and her bestie vinjin

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Lineman’s glow up arc is literally gonna look like THIS

Jake in a tight spot (or maybe Jason and Brad depending on… whatever you don’t care-)

Mysterious guy appearing

The chapter ABRUPTLY switches to Lineman POV

Bc PTJ loves flashbacks

…

And boom.

Or else he’ll just show up to dinner like it’s normal and big deal will tease him or smth. This is the way.

So hurry in folks! The lineman simp club membership ends BEFORE he gets this glow up! We will not accept anyone else afterwards! :D

(Also I made this in like ten mins so… 😭)

(I should make an actual fake panel…)

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Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Flowers

G/N. He's still pathetic, but you've claimed this pathetic mess.

"For our first date!"

Ryuhei grins, placing a bouquet of flowers on your desk.

You glance down at the extravagant arrangement. A small pink card cushioned between petals with what looks like a crude drawing of two people humping and a lipstick kiss.

You look back up at Ryuhei, and his suspiciously red lips, and sigh. You find yourself doing so more and more these days ever since you two became a thing.

(It's really your own fault, you've got no-one else to blame.

For months, it was very much casual. No strings attached. And then, well. You don't know what happened.

…That’s not actually true.

It was casual until it wasn't and you found yourself daydreaming and thinking about him and his texts would make you smile and seeing him in the office would perk up your day. You would go for lunches just the two of you and instead of kicking him out after sex, he would stay the night and eventually he had a side of the bed that belonged to him and matching toothbrushes, and would cook you breakfast and lunch and dinner in a ridiculous frilly apron you know isn’t yours.

It was casual until it became painfully domesticated. 

And when he asked you on an official date, you said yes before he could even finish his sentence.

You know exactly what happened, and yes. It’s your own fault.)

"Aren't you supposed to give me these on our actual date?"

He tilts his head, scratching at his temple. "Umm... sure. I can do that too!"

Which is how you ended up with a second bouquet later that evening. Squashed between yourself and Ryuhei as you weave through the roads of Seoul on his bike.

Bless this idiot.

.

.

The third one appears on your desk the next morning.

"For last night :)" it reads in Ryuhei's chicken scratch, and below, an explicit drawing of two people together, one on their knees and-

Another sigh. It's sweet really, you suppose.

You've never received flowers for sleeping with someone before.

.

.

Sometimes you wonder if this is a good idea and then you will notice Ryuhei following you around looking at you like the moon shines out of your ass and you’re the only thing that matters.

And then you realise that it’s not a bad idea.

.

.

Ryuhei holds out another bouquet

"Happy one week anniversary!" He beams, a rose between his teeth and you don't know whether to throw up or to swoon.

"...Swoon?" You think to yourself, when you're alone in your office and the only traces of Ryuhei left are the flowers and the hickey below your collar. Heavens above, six months ago you found him pathetic as hell. "Damn it, Y/N. He’s turning you soft."

.

.

"Kuroda, clear this up," Samuel scowls at the petals spread over the boardroom table and the lit candles covering every surface.

"Must be Kenta," Ryuhei shrugs.

Samuel readjusts his glasses and squints at the pattern,"You are saying that Magami wrote ‘I love Y/N' with the petals," he deadpans.

“Must have.” Ryuhei ignores Samuel’s left eye twitching, and flips him off.

"You-!"

Ryuhei hears the sound of your voice and immediately shoots his head up like a meerkat. He spots you entering and leaps out of his seat. "Y/N!"

He doesn't notice that you're engaged in an important conversation with Eugene, nor that Samuel is a second away from grabbing his brass knuckles.

"Happy one month anniversary!" he smiles, and pulls out a red envelope from his pocket, sprayed liberally with cologne. He spent extra care on the drawing this time too. 

You resist gagging and ignore the look of judgement from everyone around you. Eugene's lips are thinner than you've ever seen and Samuel looks like he wants to strangle both you and Ryuhei.

You know for sure this has set your reputation back-

But you look at Ryuhei, with his stupid card and stupid hair and his stupid grin and his stupid fond look and you wonder if this is how you look to everyone these days.

You can’t bring yourself to care. He makes you happy.

"Happy one month," you tell him and he plants a kiss, messy and obnoxious with a MWAH!, on your cheek.

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The Crew Heads with Reader: Dinner

G/N. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo).

The manchildren are ignoring each other.

It's for the better, really, considering their temperaments.

Johan (slouched, head propped up by his palm) and Samuel (straight backed, perfect posture) sit opposite. A worn, beaten dining table separating them. Both deliberately keeping their gaze on their phones, scrolling half-hearted through social media and trivial articles, faces lit up by bluelight.

Anything to try and block out one another.

Occasional sounds ringing out from their devices, joining the backdrop of sizzling and clanging floating out from the kitchen down the hallway.

Dinner shouldn't be too far away, judging by the smells. Even if Jake and Eli are helping, at least with you taking the lead, they won't be able to get away with anything untoward such as adding a hearty dose of cyanide. 

If you don't do that first, that is.

Facilitated by your presence, an uneasy, delicate truce hangs in the balance between the Crew Heads. Could be broken by the most miniscule interruption. 

Someone breathing too loud.

Someone taking up too much room.

Someone-

"YOU KISSED?!"

Johan and Samuel lift up their heads in unison at your voice. 

Followed by a screech (also yours).

Then - BANG!

Something heavy clatters in the kitchen.

The sound of an indignant shout (Eli's), yelping (Jake's), after a resounding smack (likely courtesy of you). 

One, or both, of them must have pissed you off.

Nothing new there.

They both return back to their phones, trying to keep the strained peace but-

Eyes lock, long enough to antagonise. Samuel's, full of patronising superiority and Johan's, narrowed with distrust and disdain. True feelings laid bare.

Neither look away.

The seconds tick by. Grows into minutes.

Samuel, always having a complex to soothe, pokes him first. With a smirk, "So you took my advice. Stealing shoes worked out well." 

Lips pressed tight and ears burning, Johan glares at him. Taunting tone matching his, "So did being Eugene's dog."

Samuel's expression takes on a dangerous edge, "How's your eyesight-"

Johan clenches his fist, white-knuckled and tense. Prepares to lunge to punch that smug look off his face-

"DINNER!" 

You slam down a large pan of kimchi stew in the middle of the table. Breaking the tension and whatever trouble is stirring.

No doubt Samuel is the instigator, and you throw him a dirty look as he holds your gaze for a just moment, before rolling his eyes and looking away, tips of his ears burning red.

Called it.

Johan huffs, small and pleased and victorious. Hand reaching out for a serving-

"Not yet," you chide, slapping his hand away with chopsticks and you are greeted by a look reminiscent of an annoyed cat.

Jake and Eli join soon after, carrying the rice and banchan. Jake gives Eli a grin, looking pleased with himself as the latter pointedly ignores him.

"Seriously, you can join Big Deal. Maybe as No.7. Lua would kill me and I can't bump Lineman."

"I said no." Eli sits down, as far away as possible from the Big Deal boss.

"I heard Jerry and Warren are getting friendly." Jake picks up the pickled radishes. "They would probably like fighting alongside each other.” 

Eli pinches the bridge of his nose. Somehow this guy is even more persistent than his own toddler. “For crying out loud-” 

"No. How many times! " Your hands dart out to grab Jake's around the wrist.  Intercepting him about to add the pickle juice into the stew. Poised to ruin it for the rest of you. Speaking slowly and clearly, you stress, "No. Pickle. Juice."

"It tastes better, trust me." He tries for a winning smile and is met with groans all around the table.

"No." 

"It tastes like shit."

"Keep it in your own bowl."

"I don't trust you."

Jake, defeated, clicks his tongue. "Fine. You all have no taste."

"Us?" Eli scrunches his face. Jake opens his mouth, but is cut off before anything comes out, “And no! Stop asking Hostel to join with Big Deal. We are not a family.”

Taking this as an opportunity to get even with Samuel, Johan growls, low and menacing, "What the fuck did you say before?"

Samuel sneers, finding no threat in this boy, "I said-"

You sigh.

So long, pleasant meal.

So long, keeping the peace.

You let the noise and angry voices wash over you, serving yourself a portion. At least it won’t get physical with you around (and you’re proven right when they keep casting shifty looks over, as if waiting for you to tell them off).

Better to let them get it out of their system like this, you think, tucking into your food.

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i need someone to talk with about the lookism fanfic ideas i have in mind👉👈

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[⚠️] lookism chapter 461 spoilers

HAVE MERCY ON ME

THE SLICK BACK HAIR?! NEVER FAILED TO MAKE ME WEAK ON MY KNEES

EXCUSE ME JAKE!?!? THE BITE???

oh gosh, what's happening to me 🚶‍♀️🧎‍♀️🐕

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ayo?! jwu after dreaming about catching daniel making out with zack after i rejected him