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syvspalace · 1 year

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How I think all the Mondstadt and Liyue playable Genshin characters text + extra stuff about their phones (slight modern au)

A/N: So before I start, heyyy 😍 I know I’ve been gone for like ages but I’ve been trying to come up with ideas. Also wanted to say that I am INDEED alive so enjoy ❤️

Rosaria:

Okay let’s be fr she probably has great grammar without even trying

Definitely uses the little ‘ (I forgot what it’s called) she gets slightly annoyed when people don’t use it 😀

Only uses dots when she’s serious

Mostly a dry texter but when she’s drunk it gets a bit better

Kaeya:

We all know he’d never be a dry Texter

Uses „Lmao“ a LOT and I mean A LOT

Allergic to dots at the end of messages (will probably use them while texting Jean or other knights tho)

He‘d be a fun person to text

Uses „~“ at the end of flirty texts from time to time but you never know if he just uses it as a joke 💀

A very fast texter btw

Rarely misspells anything but if he does it’s BAD.

Never leaves you on read (if he likes you), he either sees the message or he doesn’t

Mona:

She definitely uses a lot of commas (how you’re supposed to)

If she texts you something it’s probably gonna be a whole paragraph

She will use dots at the end of sentences depending on her mood

Never misspells anything for some reason (it’s autocorrect)

Prefers just calling you because her hands are wet most of the time

I just wanna add her that phone is definitely waterproof because her outfit doesn’t have any pockets so she drops it a lot while doing her sprint

Diluc:

Oh boy here we go

So I think he’d be more of a dry texter if you two aren’t that close but it definitely gets a slight bit better if you know him for long enough

He isn’t that slow when texting

Has left you on read accidentally because he is a very busy person and just forgot about your message (forgive him)

Very good grammar and doesn’t need autocorrect to save him

I‘d like to add his phone is on silent mode most of the times so he doesn’t get interrupted while working or being in a meeting

Jean:

Okay first off I feel like she forgets where she puts her phone a lot bc of work and stuff

Her brightness is all the way up. Literally. Like all of the moms have it

She doesn’t have multiple tabs open (surprisingly)

Okay but when she texts you she definitely says „Ok“. She isn’t mad she’s just a dry texter dw

Will add random emojis. You’ll see „😃“ or „😊“ a lot

Uses emojis as their original meaning

Overall just texts like a millennial mom

Venti:

TEXTING HIM IS SO FUNNN OMG

Understands gen z humor 😍

You will get a LOT of random texts at the most random times. For example „Just got kicked out of the angels share“ - 2 am

Texts you a lot when he’s drunk and when he does you can’t read SHIT

The exact opposite of a dry texter

Allergic to not only cats but dots AND commas

Will send you random song texts, also texts of his songs

Phone calls are very chaotic. You could be facetiming him and he’s just on some random tree

Does not leave you on read. Man’s has a lot of free time 💪

10/10 text him

Barbara:

She’s somewhere in between dry texter and not dry texter

Uses „!!“ at the end of sentences a lot

Tried helping Jean with the way she texts and failed

If you have WhatsApp you know you can post stuff in your story. She posts videos of her and the other sisters singing in the Kathedrale

Her brightness is all the way up too. I just know it.

Her chat background picture is a pic of her and jean

Definitely apologizes after realizing she left you on read

The way she texts just radiates comforting energy

Razor:

Ily but who gave you a phone 😕

He texts the way he speaks. Like literally.

His spelling is better than you think but it’s still really bad

When he remembered commas and dots exist he just placed them in sentences randomly…“lok razor. Faund rabit in, howle. Today.“

Very very very very slow texter. Might take him a good 5 minutes to write one sentence (and its not even grammatically correct)

His phone case has bite marks.

Keeps his brightness pretty low cause he burned his eyes w it once..he doesn’t trust it anymore.

Lisa:

This girl.

She leaves you on read on purpose sometimes to tease you

Also somewhere between dry textin and…wet texting??? (I mean not dry texting I’m sorry 😭)

Uses commas perfectly. Ignores dots most of the times

She definitely changed her settings so now anytime she types „i“ it corrects to „I“ immediately (I did that too 😋)

If you’re a forgetful bookworm, most of her texts are just her reminding you to not. Forget. To return. Your books. (RIP if you do)

Albedo:

Perfect grammar

Literally never misspells ANYTHING. You will never catch this man misspelling shit

Puts his drawings in his story a lot

He isn’t online that much so sometimes it takes him days to answer to your texts 😔

But if you do ask him something he will give you a detailed answer. Detailed enough to make you have to ask him to dumb it down for you

Uses „Mhm“ a lot

Medium texter. Not fast but also not slow

If he’s confused he will just use „???“

Sucrose:

I honestly don’t have much to say about her

She doesn’t text you that much

Daily good morning texts tho

I think she does voice mails most of the time

Keeps her brightness down bc eyesight 😍 (Same)

Her phone „dings“ anytime she gets a message

Keeps her tone on Incase there is an emergency

Amber:

Her phone is turned off most of the time bc she’s on duty outside a lot (the monsters could hear her)

Texts a lot like Barbara

Good morning and night texts EVERY DAY. The day she doesn’t text it is the day she died

Records cute animals she sees on outside duty and puts it in her story

Its „Yup“ or „Yep“ instead of yes

Has a mini baron bunny attached to her phone case (dw it doesn’t explode)

Her storage is fighting for its life with all those videos

Eula:

She doesn’t text a lot of people. Only the knights and amber have her number sooo 😀

Dry texter. I can smell it

Will leave you on read a lot

Basically her whole phone is blue themed. Case, background, pfp, the phone itself

Might put some Dragonspine swimming tips in her story bc amber said it’s about time she posts something in there

Her brightness is almost all the way up

Her ringtone is definitely her favorite song. (she starts moving to the beat of it when she gets calls) Will wait a little longer to pick up her phone just to listen to it a bit more

Klee:

Isn’t allowed to have a phone yet. I mean she’s 8

Does have an iPad tho (she doesn’t get it a lot bc yk she has bombs with her at all times)

If you see her with an iPad, it isn’t her first one. (She blew up a few)

Has a dodoco keychain attached to the side of her ipad

It’s kinda sad but she spells better than razor does…

Her spelling might be pretty good but her grammar is…a little off.

Will call you at random times (begged Jean to make the cocomelon music her ringtone)

Diona:

She has discord. I just know it.

(I wanna add that she vents about her dad and alcohol in her notes app)

Anyways she definitely says „K“ instead of „Okay“

Her screen is a bit sticky because of all the drinks she mixes

Uses a lot of question marks in a..rude way? „So???“

While calling she leaned her phone on something while mixing a drink. The phone landed in the drink. (This happened at least once)

Fischl:

Long paragraphs and the meaning would be „wanna meet up??“

Tries texting in a cool and fischl way but if she ends up misspelling anything she’ll be embarrassed and blame oz for not correcting her (she can’t stay mad at him)

You will see a bunch of commas in her texts bc they are so dang long 😭

She has discord too. You can’t tell me otherwise

Her phone is on dark mode 🙏 one of the only phones that WON‘T burn your eyeballs

One of the main reasons she misspells stuff is because she has an eyepatch (does this even make sense 💀)

Bennett:

Bennett…..

Starting off with his phone- it’s cracked. Like really cracked.

His phone was supposed to be waterproof but it turns out it actually isn’t

Cracked screen..you can’t really tell what you’re looking at when he tries to show you a pic

Has at leas 10 different viruses (same)

Also someone that uses „!!“ a lot

I recommend calling him instead of texting because he can barely see what he’s writing 💀💀💀

Calls are VERY VERYYY chaotic because of his bad luck. One second he could be showing you the ducks in cider lake, the next all you can see is water and seaweed..

His phone falls out of his pockets all the time. He also drops it onto his face a lot

Yknow what just stick to voice mails for the sake of him 🙁

Noelle:

Clean phone, not a single crack in the screen

A sweet dry texter

Uses „hehe“ from time to time

Good morning and night texts everyday no matter what

I think she uses these a lot: „:D :) :( :/“

CLEAR PHONE CASE idk she just gives me the vibe 😭

Her alarm and ringtone are calming songs. Like I would wake up to them and actually be productive, makes ya feel motivated and shii

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Zhongli:

This is gonna be hilarious

A dry texter but at least he uses „Okay“ instead of „Ok“

The PERFECT grammar and spelling. Dots and commas are being used, these ‘ too

Every single message is like you’re reading some kind of book

He tries his best understanding memes give him a break 😭

Looks at his phone in that one dad angle

Brightness all the way UP and tons of tabs OPEN. „I‘ll get back to them“ you know damn well.

Doesn’t use emoticons but he does use emojis…rarely. The occasional „😁“

His ringtone is either some ancient Chinese song or something…exotic? 😭 I don’t know how to describe it

Leaves you on read a lot but doesn’t understand what’s so bad about it till someone tells him

Good morning and night texts but make it EXTRA. It’ll be those pics with „Good Morning“ on them in cursive and flowers and glitter in the background (pls tell me y’all know what I mean)

Childe:

Not a dry texter but also not an extreme fun texter like kaeya (but that more)

I feel like he uses stuff like „huh“ and „oho“ a lot

He seems like a person that would use „LOL“ more than „lmao“

Another person that doesn’t use dots 😍

He knows how to use emojis ANDD understands gen z humor

Texts you a lot of dark jokes when he’s supposed to be working for some reason

A lot of his texts are him asking if he should buy you something (if you say no he will anyways btw)

He travels a lot so he sends you a lot of pics of sights in different nations ❤️

Ningguang:

The way she texts is elegant and idek how to explain it

Sends you a lot of fit pics (I wouldn’t mind)

Uses a lot of shortcuts when talking about work related stuff

Her phone case is beautiful I just know it

Puts videos of the view from the jade chamber in her story (when she has the time to)

I think she’d send a lot of voice mails bc she knows her voice is just YES

I feel like she has a lot of people blocked for whatever reason 😭

Beidou:

Uses a lot of shortcuts in general

Might send a few memes here and there

Also somewhere in between dry texter and fun texter

Her story is full of videos of the sea and crux introduction videos

Has a lot of contacts (every single crux member, ningguang, merchants, …)

I feel like her pfp would either be a pic of the sunrise or a funny pic of her face

Her phone is waterproof for obvious reasons !!

Hu Tao:

Black phone case black phone case black phon-

Her phone case also has a chain on it and it looks super cool 😋

Definitely a fun texter

Uses „HAHA“ a lot and sends you a bunch of memes

Puts videos of her pranking people (mainly zhongli) in her story

Her pfp Is either a ghost or a funny pic of her (I think it would probably be the funny pic)

I think she would record videos of her talking to ghosts and send you them at 3 am 😭

Definitely has different prank ideas in her notes app

Xinyan:

Her ringtone is one of her songs

Her phone is on dark mode too

Okay xinyans phone is very cool looking. Its all different shades of black and red and uahsjsjs 😍

Not a dry texter either and understands gen z humor

She probably uses „AYEEE“ a lot Idk why I think that but I can just see it 😋

Also Part of the discord gang

Yanfei:

Clear phone case with rosé outline. Change my mind.

Definitely has some important notes in her case

This girl has a to do list in her notes app.

I don’t know if she would be a dry texter or not but tbh I think it depends on who she’s talking to

Not a single tab open and that honestly scares me..

Her alarms aren’t even that loud but she has NEVER missed any

Xiangling:

Yet another person that uses „!!“ a lot. And yes that specific amount of them

Her phone is definitely waterproof just incase bc she hunts a lot yknow

Puts a lot of videos of herself hunting and cooking in her story

She’d text „YESS!!“ a lot when people suggest ingredients for her dishes

A sturdy phone case with a guoba sticker slapped on it

Keqing:

When she texts you it’s like she’s writing some kind of report

Dots, commas, ’ and sometimes skips a line

Never forgets the question marks at the end of questions

Good morning texts but no good night texts (idk why I just feel like it)

ALSO has a clear phone case.

Qiqi:

Sweet little baby.

I don’t know her physical age but lets just say she has a phone 😭

Definitely forgets she has your number and gets confused when you text her all of a sudden

Has a drawing of a cocogoat (that she made herself) as pfp and background

Has forgotten her pin multiple times and when she wrote it down she didn’t know what the numbers meant so she just told baizhu her pin 💀

Forget good morning and night texts you’ll get foot afternoon texts

Such a dry texter. You could think she’s dead.

Yunjin:

Okay she overuses GIFs and I know it

Most of the things she sends you are videos of her singing (not complaining)

She’s gonna have links to websites you can get tickets on in her status. I just know it.

Texts a LOT like barbara and uses „<3“ a lot (wether its sarcastic or not)

Her, Barbara, Nilou, Xinyan and have a group chat called „IDOLZ🌟“ (Miss Hina might be in there too)

Ganyu:

Oh lord.

Now you’d probably think her phone is all organized and stuff but NO its…pretty messy

It’s an organized mess. She knows where the stuff she needs is but if YOU saw all that your brain would over heat 😭

A BUNCH of reminders and alarms (the alarms are each 10 minutes apart for the morning invade she falls asleep after waking up)

She definitely uses „😂“ as laughing emoji

Dry in the non driest way possible iykwim <3

Still doesn’t know everything about her own phone

Xiao:

I don’t think its possible to get dryer than HE is

He is trying okay 💔

You think he wont be able to understand this technology? WRONG

This man is a full time gamer and streamer

Definitely tries to show Zhongli how everything works (now he needs to work on his dryness)

He’s a dry Texter and he KNOWS so he will send random memes from time to time to lighten the mood 😋

Xinqiu:

Definitely NOT a dry texter

He understands every single reference you make ❤️

Will share fanfic links with you everyday. (Please bmf Xinqiu)

He texts back really quickly even tho he’s supposed to be busy doing guild stuff???

Screenshots of funny quotes from stories he’s reading and the BEST recommendations!!!

Chongyun:

• Inspirational quotes in his status, no ghost sign as pfp and the drawing of a really famous exorcist as his wallpaper

He‘s basically like those football obsessed boys but with exorcism…and nicer

I think he is dry but just a TINY. Bit

Brightness all the way UP to „train his eyes“ (don’t ever look at his phone without wearing sunglasses)

Yelan:

Not a dry texter at ALL

She def flirts over text a LOT (gives her a confidence boost along with the one she already has)

She always knows where you are. Just don’t ask why

Will text back even MID FIGHT.

Probably has one of those THICK but fancy phone cases

Also has a waterproof phone since she’s wet a lot (🤭)

Face times a lot because she just always looks good so why not

YaoYao:

Definitely has an iPad too

Surprisingly texts in full sentences and has really good grammar 💪

(Not much because I don’t know a lot about her yet 😭)

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A/N: I hope you liked this because it took AGES to complete 😭

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immortalbumblebee · 2 years

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Chapter 10: Iron-Clad Defense

One bought of Covid and a tornado later... Here's the newest chapter lmao! But omg we're already at Chapter 10??? It's a long one, just a warning <3 Masterlist

Back in Bilgewater, you'd spend hours in the ocean. It wasn't exactly safe, nor were you really supposed to, but on particularly hot days when you had nothing else to do it was a nice break for you and the other children in town to splash around in some of the nicer, cleaner, less-monster-infested areas by the docks. Back in those days, with the sweltering heat and the loudness of the busy ports, jumping into the cool water would be like jumping into paradise. The cold soaked into your skin and hair, having your head underwater drowning out all the noise; even though you had to walk home reeking of fish and algae (something your mother would scorn you heavily for), it was a little slice of heaven.

Swimming in the river wasn't like that at all.

It was bare minutes between the time when the three of you slumped into the apartment, shivering cold and dripping all over the hardwood, and when Vander burst in. He had obviously come straight from work; work pants dirtied, undershirt sticking to him with sweat, and his mining gauntlets clanking from the half-open workbag. But what grabbed your attention right away was his expression, and you were reminded of how he looked the other day in the ring.

You'd seen him mad before, loads of times. You were pretty sure "mad" was one of Vander's base emotions, always quick to anger and the first to throw a punch in any sort of situation. But here? Right now? With his rage-filled face, scrunched up nose, and blazing rage-filled eyes targeted you and the two boys beside you? It was enough to make you freeze and take a step back, something you weren't particularly proud to admit.

“How did you lot manage to fuck up a job this badly?” He all but yelled, practically throwing his bag to the side.

Standing over the pot of water you’d been boiling, all three of you halted your motions. Rags frozen in your hand and clothes dumped around you as you all tried to scrub the toxins out of your skin, all of you could only stand and look like a deer caught in headlights as you faces the onslaught of anger from your giant of a friend.

“We…ran into some trouble on the ship we were stealing.” Silco started, the first to break out of his frozen state, he stood up straight and puffed his chest out. It did very little in contrast to Vander though, especially as the scrawny boy was only standing in his drawers.

“Yeah, I bloody-well see that, thanks!” Vander roared back, which seemed to spur Silco on more. A brave face morphed into something more, expression turning sour. Anger, maybe? But it was deeper than that. Resentful, almost. Stubborn.

“We didn’t know there’d be Noxian guards! It was meant to be a stealth op!”

Vander stepped closer, the vein in his forehead protruding. “Well then obviously your tip was shite! The whole of the Lanes is talking about this botched-up job you all did! There are Enforcers everywhere thanks to you!”

“Oi, the tip wasn’t shite!” Benzo spoke up defensively. “We made off with a good couple-hundred washers' worth of goods.”

Silco took a step closer to Vander, chin jutting out. "Since when are you scared of a couple of bucket-heads, anyways? Why not just go out and brutally smash their heads in? It's what you're so good at after all."

Vander's jaw clenched. "For someone so smart, you're acting real thick right now, you know that? You lot could have ended up in Stillwater! And I can't get you all out of prison by myself! In case you forgot, we don't have that kind of bribe money laying about right now!" Vander took a step back, obviously trying to contain his anger, before speaking again. This time, his voice was much more resigned. "Why didn’t you just wait for me? We're supposed to be a team here!"

You all fell silent, the tension in the air ballooning until it was so thick you could choke on it. Benzo’s dark eyes darted, venomously, to Silco while you cowardly sunk away. You guys being in any sort of state of nakedness wasn't particularly uncommon, but in that moment you found comfort in wrapping yourself in a towel that had been thrown over a nearby chair. None of you were particularly prudish or modest, especially around each other after all these years. But standing there in the kitchen with just your underwear, your clothes and bra discarded, you hated how vulnerable you felt.

Eventually, Silco's shoulders squared and faced off against Vander with reignited fury. "What, like you running off without us the other night after Dad? That was mighty team-oriented of you.”

Your stomach plummeted. The whole room seemed to drop, the tension turning from uncomfortable to unbreathable as none of you seemed to make a single noise. Eventually, Benzo moved to rub his forehead, the words “godsdamnit Mate” muttered under frustrated breath.

All eyes on the two adopted brothers, hurt passed over Vander’s face as he stood stunned. But just as quickly it was quickly replaced with the anger from before, now increased tenfold. There was a step forward, moreso Vander lunging at Silco, but your body acted faster. Without even getting a chance to think about it, and without much regard to the cowardice you felt with Vander so rageful, you pried yourself between the two with firm grips on either or their chests. Immediately, Vander halted.

“Silco, knock it off.” You hiss, eyes burning into him with anger comparable to Vander’s. The smaller boy glared back at the two of you, eyes glancing up and down between you and Vander before scoffing, his hand batting yours away from him.

“Psh, of course, you take his side.” Under your hand, you feel Vander’s muscles tense, your nose scrunching up in confusion.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“Silco, don’t,” Vander growls. Silco’s mouth opens to speak again, but there's a knocking at your door.

All four of you still at the sound, heads swivelling to the door, unsure of if you'd actually heard correctly. But then there’s another, this one louder, and Benzo’s the first to speak up.

“Please tell me one of you is expecting someone, and that’s not-”

“This is Commander Grayson, Sheriff of the Piltover Wardens. Open up.”

There's a loud cacophony of curse words as the lot of you scrambled. Vander threw on a slightly-less-dirty vest over his workshirt, Silco and Benzo flying into their respective rooms. You, however, were left the only one in the kitchen and chose to just tighten the wrapping of your towel and dash towards the door handle.

Yanking the door open, the two people standing on the other end were clad in the all-too-familiar blue and gold uniforms. Only one of them wore the standard-issue helmet though, the other-a woman in her late 30s-stood closer to you with a bare face. Her hand held an air mask, bringing the toll down from her face and looping it onto her belt. She was pretty, dark skin and the slightest shadow of wrinkles framing her eyes, shiny black hair cut a few inches above her broad, muscular shoulders. The badge on her lapel signified her status, she wore it better than the old geezer that was her successor.

“Officers, good evening.” You nod, putting on your salesman smile and popping your hip as you leaned against the doorway, praying you looked more confident than you felt. You worked hard to calculate your words, ensuring not a fragment of your Bilgewater accent slipped through. “Can we help you?”

“Do you happen to be one of the tenants of this apartment?” The woman asked, Grayson you recalled her name. Her tone was strict, straight-laced, and her expression barely changed as she spoke. You remembered what Niya had told you about her, and found that she matched the description. That being said, the way she was able to look at you completely neutral and without any indicative body language made you a tad uncomfortable. She looked down at the clipboard, in her hand. “Minerva, is it?”

You tried to hide the pang of anxiety that struck you at the hearing of a stranger knowing your name. “Yes ma’am, do you need something?”

“May I come inside? There are a few matters I’d like to discuss with you and your peers.”

Before you could even respond, you felt Vander come up behind you and block the doorway. He loomed over your shorter figure as he faced off the Enforcers, his stature making it so that even Grayson had to tilt her chin to match his gaze. “I don’t see why we can’t just have a civil discussion out here, Lads.”

“We’re here to talk with all of you.” The other officer, the masked one, grunted. You didn’t miss the tonal shift between him and his superior, the male officer clearly not having the patience for formalities. Vander hummed at this, noting his tone and words as well.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but it’s just us right now, actually.” Vander shrugged. ��Maybe if you come back tomorrow-”

“Are you sure about that?” Grayson cut in. “Because we have it on good authority that four people, all matching the right descriptions, were just seen entering the premises.”

Shit. They were watching you? For how long? Why?

Behind you, you sensed Vander’s shoulder square and his hands beginning to curl into fists. Before he could move though, your body turned to grab his hand. Looking up at him as your calloused hands held his, silently communicating.

His eyes were always so expressive, it was something you loved. An easy tell, really. While most people's body language would involve their arms, posture, everything; his most expressive tell were his eyes. Grey, stormy, so full of energy. As they looked back down at you, you were hit with a wave of emotion within them. Behind all the anger and shouting, there was the protectiveness. The willingness to jump at any opportunity to protect you, all of you: his family. You saw it in how he looked at you, fear burrows deep within his gaze, and at that moment you felt relief from all the tension. All the anxiety about his drunken words, the kiss, the failed job. You took solace in his care for you and the people you both held close.

Eventually, you pulled away, stepping aside and pulling the door open. “Come in.”

To your surprise, only Grayson followed you inside, the masked officer remaining outside even well after his boss had stepped in, and you awkwardly closed the door in front of him. The sheriff’s eyes darted around the apartment, taking in the permanently messy environment. Her gaze was not one of discomfort or snobbiness, but you still had the distinct feeling of being judged. This was not a feeling you found particularly comforting, especially coming from a top-sider, and you immediately regretted letting her in. Especially given all the maps, plans, weapons, etc. that were scattered around the apartment. But she didn’t say anything.

Benzo strolled in, still looping his belt, but when his eyes met Grayson his demeanour immediately became his normal, business facade. "Ah, Officer, welcome to our humble abode!"

“You let her in?!” Silco snipped as he emerged from his room, the poison in his eyes not yet vanquished as he shot a look to you. You met his eyes, the exhaustion evident on your face.

“Commander Grayson here has apparently been keeping tabs on us.” As you spoke, you slid your hand behind your back, quickly making a swiping motion. With the movement, your knife flicked from your discarded clothes into your hidden grasp. Silco’s eyes flickered, obviously catching the action, but didn’t outwardly react.

“Benzo and Silco, I presume.” Grayson spoke cooly. “I’m glad to see you here, especially after your friend had been so sure you were out.”

“So what? You know our names.” Vander shrugged, leaning against the counter and making a show of flexing his massive arm muscles. “Is that supposed to be some sort of scare tactic? I can tell you right now, Shiela, it ain’t gonna work.”

Grayson's eyes seemed to glint like coal as she hummed, a smirk pulling at her lips for just a millisecond. Then, turning away from Vander, she motioned to the rest of you; "you all seem rather sodden. Isn’t it rather late for a swim in the river?” Vander’s eyes met yours as Grayson’s back was turned, mouthing the word ‘sodden’ with a questioning look. You mouthed back the word ‘wet’ to explain.

"Just enjoying the lovely evening with a little dip, ma'am. Last we checked, that wasn’t illegal, was it?” Benzo laughed humorlessly.

Grayson didn’t answer Benzo’s question, but she wasn’t meant to. "And…none of you happened to witness anything suspicious on the bridge while you were there, correct?"

Your eyes darted to the bathroom, where two soaked duffle bags were airing out in the bathtub. Meanwhile, Silco's hand slowly lowered to his dagger hilt, "whatever do you mean?"

This seemed to mark the end of Grayson's cat-and-mouse game as she suddenly lifted her clipboard. Careful eyes scanned the page, reading the words aloud.

"Silco: nine counts of theft, six counts of trespassing, one count of conspiracy against the government, two counts of falsified work papers, five counts of assault with a deadly weapon, eleven counts of physical assault and/or assaulting an officer, two counts of attempted murder."

"Benzo: five counts of selling under false pretenses, three counts of fraud, four counts of assaulting an officer, two counts of selling an unregistered firearm, seven counts of physical assault, one count of public indecency, and three counts of attempted murder."

"Minerva: seven counts of theft, four counts of trespassing, one count of falsified work papers, ten counts of selling unregistered firearms, one count of conspiracy against the government, one count of solicitation, and five counts of physical assault."

"And Vander: one count of theft, four counts of trespassing, three counts of public intoxication…fifteen counts of physical assault, ten counts of assaulting an officer, two counts of assault with a deadly weapon, three counts of attempted murder."

"This is to say nothing regarding the myriad of times you have all been suspected for murder, theft, attempted murder, the harbouring of known criminals…or the fact that one of you is openly an active mage that has used their abilities with malicious intent.” At this last note, her eyes pointedly sought you out.

“Did someone order a walking thesaurus?” Benzo chuckled, earning a laugh from the rest of you. Grayson didn’t seem pleased with this reaction.

“May I remind you that the use of magic alone is enough to get someone exiled? Could you imagine what the council would do to someone who used magic to steal, maim, and cheat?”

“I ain’ no cheat!” You immediately regretted your little blow-up, including letting your accent slip, but you didn’t drop the fiery glare you sent back to Grayson. Unfortunately, this seemed to be the exact reaction that Grayson had been striving for.

"That's quite the list you have there." Vander bites, eyeing the clipboard as if he would like nothing more than to break it over Grayson’s head.

Silco chimes in. "But you'll notice that there's nothing in any of our files about spending time in Stillwater. Our records are clear."

"A fact I am very much aware of." Grayson lowered her clipboard. "Every crime, offence, charge or violation is completely wiped from your permanent record. It's almost impressive, the amount that you all have managed to escape."

"Listen, Sheila, are you here to arrest us or what?" Vander spoke up, pushing off the counter to stand angrily over her. "Cause I'm getting sick and tired of you yapping away and wasting our time."

"Very well, then I'll get straight into the point. And I’ll try to use words that you all will be able to understand." Grayson began to pace the length of your apartment, seemingly unbothered by the dangerous glares she was receiving at all angles. "The four of you are the de facto leaders of any...Undercity Revolution that may be occurring."

Immediately, you all began to exclaim your denials. Yelling that she was wrong, that she had no proof. But she held up a hand and carried on with that same irritatingly nonchalant attitude. "There's no need to lie, I know it's true. Even if you and your associates have gone to great lengths to hide it. But you need not worry for the safety of you or ‘your people’ either, as I am one of the only ones to be aware of this. My officers are unaware, my predecessor didn't have a clue, and the council continues to remain in the dark."

Silco was squinting hard when he spoke up. "I call it. You’re supposedly sure enough that we're, what? Some sort of mastermind operation with the ability to wipe criminal records and plan revolutions? But you're the only one who knows that knows this uber-special secret? You’re shooting in the dark.”

Silco was leaving out the fact that wiping your records had been incredibly simple. A well-placed bribe here, a little flirting there, and poof!

"A stupid little Sheriff, anxious to prove herself with a big arrest her first week on the job." Benzo’s words were cold and cruel, beyond irritated.

Again, Silco continued to prod. "Is this the kind of work we can expect during your term as Sheriff? False accusations and threatening the people of the Underground? Arresting us for, what? Having clean records?"

"I'm not here to arrest any of you.”

"Then why are you here?" You exclaimed. Grayson stopped her pacing, her back to all of you.

"To try and get you all to see the situation you're getting yourselves into." Silco opened his mouth to speak, but Grayson stopped him with a look. “You all have been pulling this stunt for years, almost decades if my assumptions are true. My predecessors were good men. Good, but lazy. More focused on making the council happy as opposed to trying to clean up the streets. But this is something I intend on drastically changing in my time as Sheriff. I want to help the Piltover grow as a whole, not as two nations. For both sides of the river to prosper equally. But you would rather drive our country into war and violence."

"Violence is the only way you people listen." Vander protested, fist banging on the counter. "You can't blame us for fighting back!"

"I'm not looking to place blame. I'm looking for a solution." Grayson explained. For just a moment, her facade fell, and underneath you saw something beneath the cold exterior. Fear, desperation. "I know that there are only two real options here. War…or working with you Fissure-folk, instead of against.”

Your squinted, studying eyes now widened with shock. “You want to strike up a deal? With us?”

“In a matter of speaking.” Grayson shrugged. “Think of it as more of an unsteady alliance, a mutually beneficial relationship between two ends of the city.”

"You're assuming we have a lot of sway down here." Benzo spoke. "A lot of assumptions here."

"I've learned to trust my instincts about people."

“See, but you’ve got us all wrong, lady.” Silco tilted his head. “We’re not here to work with Piltover. We’re here to separate our city from yours. Why should we play by your rules when we don’t benefit from them?”

Grayson headed him no mind, the facade securely back in place. “I’m well aware of your aspirations, your…nation of Zaun, as you’ve said in your public speeches.”

She's been to your rallies? Just how long has she been following all of you?

“I’m not trying to get us all to sing kumbaya, don’t misconstrue me.” Grayson continued. “A simple trade-off; if you’re able to keep your people off my streets and out of trouble, I can do my best to ensure that Enforcers largely stay out of the Trenchers, out of your homes and neighbourhoods.”

There’s another moment of silence as the four of you exchange uneasy glances.

“Striking an alliance with you isn’t going to be doing us any favours here, you realize that right?” Benzo spoke, addressing everyone instead of just Grayson. “If people catch wind, they’re going to assume we’re on the take and any power we may-or-may-not have will be fully compromised. As it is, having you here at all is already sketchy as hell. What if people saw you and your friend walking in and assume the worst?"

“We’re more than capable of being discreet. As it is, you've failed to even realize we were watching you until tonight. How is anyone on the street going to be the wiser?”

You noticed the way that Vander and Silco were looking straight at one another. The tension from earlier was still there but forced down. Now, both stubborn and thoughtful, the two young men were silently discussing. You watched them, studying the subtle ways their eyebrows or iris would move until finally, Vander spoke up.

“No.”

“Excus-””We’re saying no.”

Grayson looked frozen in her place, face still holding the same emotionless expression, but you could tell from her body language that she was surprised. Or at least getting more desperate.

“Our people aren’t just problems you can sweep under a rug. Despite what you Top-siders may think, we don’t do what we do just to make your lives more difficult. We do them because we have to. Keep our people quiet? We’re trying to get you to hear us, listen to the fact that we’re starving down here while you all get fat off our suffering.”

The look on Grayson's face wasn't anger, you realized. You liked that she genuinely didn't act like other Enforcers, not with the same brashness or quick temper. She held herself higher than that, carried herself with more dignity without the stubborn ego. Gliding over to Vander, the tall man practically loomed over her, but she didn't cower or flinch away.

“I have no ill-will against the people of the Underground, but I refuse to just roll over like my predecessor. If you all continue to get into trouble, I promise you there will be real consequences. You don’t get to go against the Ethos and get away with it scot-free, not under my watch.”

“You threatening us, Sheila?”

“It’s Grayson, Sheriff Grayson.” She corrected. “And it’s not a threat. It’s a promise to the people of Piltover, the people I’ve sworn to protect with my life.”

“I think you should leave, Sheriff.” You step forward, motioning to the door. "If we're as dangerous as you make us out to be, it wouldn't be safe for you to be here alone with us. Now would it?"

Grayson seems to eye you up yet again, but she takes your warning. Giving one more hard look to Vander, than the others, she begins to make her way towards the door but stops as she’s in front of you.

“Just so you’re aware, between you and I, Minerva. Employers here in the Underworld may not care about their employees having criminal records…but up Top, they definitely do.”

You go cold, and you could swear that all the air has been sucked out of the apartment. You can feel the boys' eyes on you, crowding you, and you hate how you feel shoved into an unwelcoming spotlight. But you swallow your emotions, straighten your back, and respond with an even voice.

“Let me see you out."

Closing the door behind the Sheriff, the apartment remained still for a long, long moment as the two sets of footsteps walk down the hallway. You keep your ear pressed to the door, just in case, but soon they're out of earshot.

“We need to alert the spy channels.” You speak up first, eventually pulling away to look at your lads. Their expressions are all matching yours, worried and angry. “Probably get word out to the traders and Promenade folks too.”

“Fighting Ring folk’ need to keep an eye out too.” Vander nodded. “Silco, you can send word to them first thing in the morning?”

“Right.” Silco nodded. “You know we’re going to get people flocking here in a panic though, right?”

“Then we tell them that everything is under control, just to stay off the main roads and to look out for any unfamiliar faces or obvious tourists.” Benzo shrugged. "I'm more worried about how long they've been watching us exactly. They knew about the rallies, our records…"

“Realistically speaking, that isn't much,” Silco spoke up, still deep in thought. “They had about…maybe three-quarters of what we've wiped? So obviously some stuff is still cleared. Even if they knew our records, she didn't say anything about any past jobs, Mum and Pa, Min’s less-than-legal immigration status, the ring…”

You cut him off. “They know about the ring.”

Benzo gave you a look, as did the other two boys. “And you know that how, exactly?"

Swallowing around a large lump in your throat, you adjusted the towel around you as an incredibly distinct uncomfortable feeling crept up on you. You hated every moment of this, despised it. Your eyes, on instinct, looked over to Vander to find him looking back at you; arms crossed and concern in his gaze.

Silco spoke up before you even had the chance to formulate your thoughts. You could tell he was genuinely trying not to be accusatory, which you appreciated, but his eyes read that he sensed something was up. “Is this about what she said before she left? About employers?”

“Niya let me in on a job offer across the bridge, metal welding. We talked about it at the last fight. So they were listening in on that."

"Could Niya be compromised?" Benzo spoke up, to your surprise, not flinching at the mention of the job.

"Probably not." You shook your head, and Benzo nodded a bit.

"May be an idea for her to keep her distance for a while though, aye?"

“Wait just a minute, circle back a second." Vander cut in.

Silco agreed. "A job offer Topside?"

Vander scoffed, an almost humourless laugh, unsure. “Not like you’d actually consider taking a job on the topside, though…right?”

You fell silent, a burning feeling filling your cheeks.

“Right?”

You made yourself hold eyes with Vander, the feeling of incredible guilt creeping up on you.

“You’re kidding.” Silco stepped forward. “You want to work for those pricks?”

“How good is the pay?”

“Benzo!” Silco exclaimed incredulously as if he couldn't believe that the eldest of you all would ever even consider being okay with a notion like this.

Benzo shrugged, barely registering Silco's disapproval. “Well, why else would she consider it! Northsiders always pay more, that’s a fact!”

“Really good.” You explain. “Probably enough to pay for Pa’s treatment if I play my cards right.”

"No way, fuck no. Out of the question." Vander shook his head. "It's too dangerous, not worth it."

"We need the money." You were starting to get tired of hearing that phrase tonight, but Vander didn't seem to care what you said.

"We'll find another way. One that doesn't involve you putting yourself in danger."

"All of us are in danger all the time!" You exclaim. "That's the point! If I take this job, then Pa's safer and we can go back to planning the revolution."

"It could be a good position for some spy-work, especially with these eyes on us." Benzo agreed, you motioned to him in agreement.

"I can't believe you're okay with this." Vander turned his angry gaze to Benzo. "She's not trained for spy-work!"

"She's standing right here." You stepped forward, swallowing your embarrassment. "And it won't be hard. I'll be doing metalwork for the city. Infrastructure, weaponry…I'd have access to information on all of it. Not to mention, I'd be able to cross the bridge on a regular basis without raising suspicions."

"Silco can teach her some spy tips." Benzo added. "We could work on emergency escape routes, some attachés…"

Silco was now rubbing his chin pensively, eyes distant and thinking. "I hate to say it, but you have a point. Helping our money situation and operating right under the Pilties' noses…there is logic to it."

"...You're fuckin' kidding me, right?" Vander gawked at Silco, half in awe and rageful. "Fuck me dead, Silco! You've got to be fucking with me, yeah? First this buffed-up job, now this? This goes against everything you normally stand for!"

"Grayson made it pretty clear we need to make some our adjustments to our operations," Silco explained. "Plus…pulling a fast one on those Top-sider pricks? Sounds like a plan to me. Just, y'know, calm down, brother."

"Calm down? You're seriously telling me to calm down?!"

"Min is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She proved that today when we wouldn't have gotten out of there without her." Benzo agreed, and although you hated them discussing you as if you weren't literally in the room with them, you appreciated Benzo's acknowledgment of your capability.

Letting out a loud breath, Ander ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Are you all seriously making me out to be the irrational one right now?"

"Van-" "No." Vander cut you off, shaking his head as his eyes angrily roamed the ceiling, obviously holding himself back as his rage festered. "If you're willing to risk your well-being, fine. But I want no part of it, this isn't on me." He suddenly turned away from all of you, marching towards the bathroom. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

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ladystrallan · 1 year

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Once Upon a Time season 3B thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- Aurora and Philip are back

- Yes snow has long hair again!

- I’m not a fan of the pixie cut

- Ugh walsh

- He’s ugly and his eyebrows are weird

- Rumple is gone :(

- Did his body go back to the enchanted forest or???

- Omg Neal’s apartment

- People probably think that hook is LARPing in the park

- Omg the intro of outlawqueen

- Help! My boyfriend turned into a flying monkey!

- “Henry lend him a hand” lol

- The iconic red jacket!

- YASSSS ZELENA

- I love her omg

- “I don’t care if the lollipop guild is protecting her” lol

- Ohhhh Regina and Emma are working together

- “I sealed it with blood magic” foreshadowing

- My girl Zelena is so gaslight gatekeep girlboss

- Omg he turned into a flying monkey

- “What was that thing?” “Don’t look at me I’m a doctor not a vet�� dr whale is so funny

- Rumple really gets around

- Cora, Regina, Zelena

- That’s a whole family

- Yikes she’s got rumple

- Zelena I love you but you’re sinking my ship a little

- Rumple’s gone mad!

- He looks hot with facial hair

- Ooh shaving with the dark one dagger

- Zelena’s outfits are so slay

- “I love him, all of him” awwwwww

- LUMIERE

- Killian and Neal bromance

- AAAAAA that is so nightmarish

- Neal morphing into rumple

- NO NEAL

- “I love you papa” I’m crying :(

- Rip

- I hate seeing rumple defeated

- But Zelena is such a girlboss

- I’m conflicted

- CUTE BABY ZELENA

- That intro was cool

- Rumple can’t even go to his son’s funeral :(

- Unpopular opinion: Zelena has a more tragic backstory than Regina

- “This isn’t the wild west” “No dear it’s the wicked west” iconic

- Zelena is so powerful slay

- Lol the blindfold

- Fifty shades of gold

- Gotta look fab for the big fight

- YASSSS ZELENA DESTROY HER

- “Isn’t it obvious? You were born” slay

- “I have that effect on women” rumple you are so funny

- The boys and I bought you a prostitute

- Get her belle!

- Ooooh they’re gonna consummate the marriage early

- For the séance, if the person died of natural causes what would be the murder weapon and who would be the murderer? God???

- Oh no she’s pregnant

- Omg it’s leopold

- Oh that’s what Cora has against Eva

- Wow rumple that was a sexy way to get back the dagger

- “Never on the first date dearie” lol

- Not an outlawqueen fan because I don’t like either of them

- Flying monkey jumpscare intro

- “The name’s grumpy not stupid” lol

- “Rumple bumple isn’t here” rumple the poet

- Belle: rumple look at me this isn’t you

- I forgot that the heart splitting happened this season

- Omg Neal sent the message

- I think it should also say baelfire on his grave

- Awww Zelena could have had something good with those witches

- “No one is taking your seat Zelena” DOROTHY IS LITERALLY SITTING IN IT

- She’s melting!

- Noooo that’s so scary looking

- Why did I think the time travel spell worked?

- Maybe it does later idk

- RUMBELLE PROPOSAL

- YASSSS I LOVE THEM

- Oh no rumple swindled belle

- Oh I guess it did work then

- Lip bite

- I just realized that Regina is a horse girl

- She literally has horse stuff everywhere

- RUMBELLE IS SO CUTE

- Do people in the land without magic think that belle is Australian?

- Captainswan mission

- I love this

- Woah he traded his ship for her

- YASSSS THEY’RE KISSING

- RUMBELLE WEDDING OMG

- Outlawqueen is about to get ruined lol

- “Sometimes the best teacup is chipped” This is so adorable omg

- RUMBELLE ARE SO ADORABLE OMG MY HEART

- Omg this is so funny because I don’t like Robin or Regina

- Ooh it’s Elsa

- Memorable lines: “Wicked always wins”

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Zelena

Like: Rumple, Belle, Emma, Hook, Neal

Neutral: Aurora, Philip, Henry, Snow, Charming, everyone else

Dislike: Robin, Regina, Glinda

Hate: Walsh

Season rating: 9/10

My girl Zelena was so slay this season. Everything about 3B is just so good! Zelena is a great antagonist and character in general and the flashbacks with her are amazing. I also really liked captainswan time travelling. The only thing I didn’t like was Rumple being defeated basically the whole time but that wedding at the end saved it!!!

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neonscandal · 2 years

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

OMG! I feel like I'm about to reveal way too much of myself here but your question is greatly appreciated. I had to take a minute to really think about this as I forgot every bit of media I’ve ever consumed so I mostly focused on recently consumed media that I could recall in a panic. I'm sure as soon as I post I'll be like "damn, I forgot about X!"

Heaven Albright - Stupid & Contagious by Caprice Crane

This book was so funny to me when I was younger I literally handed out copies of it. Looking back, it’s probably because I immediately identified with her penchant to overthink a situation but she’s also able to finesse��even if it is by the seat of her pants. In fact, she only seems to shine when she’s really trying because otherwise she’s doing one embarrassing thing after another. But when it’s time for her to kick it up, she could be in her head about what she’s doing but make it seem effortless and nonchalant. She can be a little shit when she wants to be but she’s filled with great ideas, if she only had the chance to knock one out of the park. At the beginning, she finds herself perpetually down on her luck but she eventually finds her way along and I loved that for her (even if it is bumpy).

Aslan Jade “Ash Lynx” Callenreese – Banana Fish by Akimi Yoshida (anime only)

I am incredibly fond of Ash and, while I want to read the manga for some semblance of closure, I’m still regularly devastated by the anime so I can’t yet. The man is a survivor. He is the grass that grows through cement sidewalk. He tripped over banana fish and never shied away from the task of tracking it down and stopping it at the source, no matter how large the conspiracy got or how much he lost. My heart feels heavy any time I see a Banana Fish edit or any fanart, even the happy ones. He is tough as nails and yet, as soft as an exposed nerve which is really apparent with Eiji’s introduction. I think it showed how, despite what he’d been through and the face he wore to hide its impact on him, he was still incredibly hopeful that he’d one day be loved and accepted by someone sincerely. (side note: yes, I got sad thinking about this.) He was incredibly brave because he had no other choice.

Satoru Gojo – Jujutsu Kaisen by Gege Akutami (manga and anime)

Gojo deserves more grace than some of the JJK fandom gives him, I swear. The man is deeply traumatized from a very young age and puts on a brave (and puckish) face just to keep moving forward. I don’t love him because he’s overpowered but him being overpowered is part of why I love him. He hails from one of the top three jujutsu families and could be a shitstain like Naoya Zenin but he isn’t and I think that’s part of why so many people misinterpret his character. There was a tweet, since deleted, (I think from @bcllamyy) that asserted that the reason why a lot of people assume Gojo is a douchebag is because they can’t imagine being strong and beautiful and not being a garbage human. Gojo is canonically strong and attractive but is a relatively good person. He takes care to save students in hopeless situations and preserve as much of their youth as he can because he didn’t have that growing up. I’ll concede that this isn’t purely altruistic, he has a clear objective in mind in taking these kids under his wing, but that’s about as much as you can expect from someone who didn’t have a proper childhood himself. His power was both feared and coveted by others and it left him incredibly lonely until he found an equal, the one and only person he could have by his side. It’s the take-it-with-a-smile trauma response for me. Heavy is the head and all. Oddly, this is my comfort character rn so things are not going well.

Levi Ackerman – Attack on Titan by Hajime Isayama (manga and anime)

Levi Ackerman refuses to die because he’d have to go back to hell and, quite frankly, most devils don’t know how to properly clean up after themselves. Levi being picked from the gutter and growing to become Humanity’s Strongest Soldier despite his diminutive size and destitute origins is so ironic. Putting his life on the line and fighting for those that condescend to people from where he came from, he carved out every inch in the path to where he is now. This is a man who does not die and carries the weight of his fallen comrades into every battle. While seemingly cold and angry, he is, in very small gestures, shown to be incredibly compassionate and forlorn. I think he just knows that if he thought about the circumstances of those living within the walls or even of those he’s left behind on the battlefield, that he would find no meaning in trying to escape the walls or get out of bed at all.

Hermione Granger – Harry Potter by She Who Must Not Be Named (novels and movie)

Given the author’s penchant to be a shit-eating TERF, it’s hard to admit that this franchise was such a big part of my childhood. I primarily identified with Hermione and her predilection to be an insufferable know-it-all and her tendency to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. Considering the author, perhaps she intentionally made Hermione’s creation of Society for the Promotion of Elfish Warfare (SPEW) seem so outlandish and mockable in universe... but that’s beside the point. Hermione, regardless of her social standing in the muggle world, came into the wizarding world at a disadvantage and showed everyone her ass as she bested them time and time again. Not only that but, rather than make herself small after being called a “mudblood”, she continued to soar and was loud and proud about advocating for others who were also disadvantaged. She could be the brightest witch Hogwarts had seen and still be unlikable, bushy hair and all. Despite not being of the wizarding world initially, she made a point to be in the know and was voraciously studious, frequently navigating things better than Harry who came into the wizarding world at the same time with a similar level of working knowledge but largely remained clueless. Baby girl had to drag him through the plot and to the point most of the time.

Tina Belcher - Bob's Burgers

Because same. BIG same. Tina is the mood, the vibe, the moment. Add the rest of the Belcher family to this as well tbh. Tina, like the rest of the Belcher family, is unapologetically her. Regardless of whether freaky friend fiction is the way to go, she unabashedly puts herself out there again and again despite her groan inducing anxiety. She knows she's that girl even when navigating the ups and downs of whatever life (or that B Tammy) throws at her.

Katsuki Bakugo – My Hero Academia by Kohei Horikoshi (manga and anime)

I’m not caught up on the manga yet (so close but so far) but Kacchan’s character has a special place in my heart. I think as the reader, we’re meant to be stymied by him as we view the story through Deku’s lens because Deku lacks the comprehension of a non-biased narrator. Understanding this, I came to love (or maybe pity) his character while reading the manga because, when I was an anime only, I found his abrasiveness toward Deku to be incredibly unpalatable (because it is). However, reading through the manga as slowly as I am, I recognize that they’re both emotionally constipated kids being weaponized by some invisible hand while trying to understand and reframe their connection to one another. Literal children grappling with the burden of being heroes and finding it’s not all it’s cracked up to be while self-actualizing under duress. Casual. Bakugo is fierce, prideful, aggressively loud, and largely dislikable. He shoulders public criticism from adults who don’t bother to understand his dysfunction but continues to press on in the right direction because he’s idealized this for so long and wonders if he's, in fact, deserving or good enough. I think what’s captivating about his character in the manga is that he’s presented as a very static character but he’s slowly being exposed as a more dynamic character in tandem with Deku's (power) evolution.

Dean Winchester – Supernatural

There’s something about a closet nerd himbo who calls his vintage car “baby” that speaks to me. Dean Winchester, very much brawn over brain, maintains a doe-eyed innocence and sense of wonder for the things he missed out on while growing up under the “tough love” of John Winchester and I love that dichotomy. You never get the sense that his unconventional lifestyle bothers him or that he feels he lost out on anything but then you see the bravado falter when he allows himself to enjoy something other than the thrill of a one-night stand. The biggest things that come to mind are when he was like a kid in a candy shop in the bunker having found a place to set up roots and him sleeping easy when he was able to settle down with Lisa. Both always struck me as so sad. I think back to the parts of himself that he hid from Sam (like his time in the halfway house) and for the delight he had to find in small comforts like pie. Family was all Dean knew and he grabbed at it desperately and to his own detriment time and time again.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood - Trigun by Yasuhiro Nightow (anime only)

I love the contradiction of Wolfwood's character. He can, for all intents and purposes, be considered a sinning holy man though he does have morals. I have a soft spot for antiheroes (see: love for Wolverine and Deadpool) though I'm not sure Wolfwood cleanly fits into this classification. He is certainly someone who will do "bad" things to satisfy a "good" goal though. For lack of a better word, his innuendos suggest he's led a less than savory life before becoming a man of the cloth and he is clearly fine with toeing the line when someone is watching. But make no mistake, the ends justify the means when he needs to make a game time decision on what to do. There's a reason that cross is a burden to carry and he's just the man to bear it. At the crux of everything, he has a sympathetic heart and this was the first anime that made me cry.

Nobara Kugisaki– Jujutsu Kaisen by Gege Akutami (manga and anime)

This explanation contains a spoiler for the manga so I put her at the bottom in case you wanted to avoid.Nobara is a refreshing departure from the static nature of a shonen tritagonist. For one, she has zero romantic interest in Itadori nor Fushiguro and I don’t see that changing, especially after their initial introductions. She lets them as time progresses but she carries her own weight and isn’t a damsel in distress relegated to do nothing toward her own rescue. She can independently take down a Special Grade curse (and pull off a black flash) while feeling and looking good doing it. Nobara’s femininity is something she’s vocal about, questioning why kicking ass can’t be feminine, and she safeguards it from antiquated notions from the likes of Mai and Momo. Though hailing from the country where her stubborn individuality stuck out like a sore thumb, she’s unabashedly a material girl and so fiercely confident, she dares anyone to look down their nose at her. I can’t imagine we’ve seen the end of her story since she’s such a vivacious character. Maki also deserves to be on this list but I tried to diversify source material. Plus, a lot of what makes her awesome would be an even bigger spoiler if you’re not caught up.

Looking back on this list, there's a distinct theme of main character energy but also a significant lack of diversity. I realized that some of my favorite pieces of media didn't necessarily have a breakout character in my mind, either. This was such a great exercise, thank you for asking! Who are your favorite characters and why, @elaine2895?

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momochizoey · 1 year

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An excerpt of the multi chapter Chasefield fic I'm currently working on:

“OMG, V, don’t be obvious, but look at the hippie. She totally spaced out and broke that dumb camera of hers.”

Victoria rolled her eyes at Taylor. As if she was ever obvious about spying unless she wanted to be. What is she, an amateur? Still, she leaned back in her seat, changing the angle she was sitting at as if she was getting more comfortable listening to Mr Jefferson. She kept her gaze on him attentively for a few seconds longer (not like that was much of a chore) before she flicked her eyes to the side.

Taylor was right: Max’s camera looked busted, loose parts gathered here and there on the table, and she was visibly stressing out trying to put it back together.

Victoria almost laughed and whispered a snide remark towards Max, when suddenly the words caught in her throat.

A cloud had parted outside as Max was bent over her camera, her knuckles pressed against the side of her head. The hair falling in front of her face was lit up with a golden glow in the rays of the sun, and the soft shadow and light playfully danced across her frowning face.

Before she could think about what she was doing, she reached down to her bag. She took out her camera, aimed it at the vision before her, and with no extra thought, no perfecting the settings, no changing the depth of field, she shot.

The click of her camera snapped her out of it. Hurriedly, she tried to hide her camera again, hoping nobody saw-

“Victoria. I know this is a photography class, and I understand the urge to capture an image can feel overwhelming. But please, pay attention. I don’t get paid to talk at you, I’m here to teach you, and I can’t do that if you aren’t listening when I speak.”

She flinched at Mr Jefferson's reprimand, blushing as she noticed the rest of the class was staring at her.

She scrambled for a convincing cover story. "I'm so sorry Mr Jefferson, I just bumped into my camera bag, and I thought I saw a scratch on the lense and wanted to see if it showed up on a picture. I was paying attention though, you were talking about chiaroscuro? That's like, the interplay between light and dark, right? Like Diane Arbus?"

He sighed. "That's correct Victoria. But please, next time, wait until after class?"

She nodded, and, ignoring her friends' inquisitive looks, she sank into her seat with her arms crossed in front of her.

What the hell was that? Why did Max-fucking-Selfield cause her to completely lose her mind? She was in the middle of class! And not just any other boring class, but Mark Jefferson's class!

And then that picture! It was like she completely forgot everything her parents had taught her about the exact art of photography! It was entirely unprofessional, the environment was completely uncontrolled, the lighting wasn't coming from a precisely calculated angle, her model (whose identity she refused to think about for the moment) wasn't posed to her exact directions to evoke the specific emotions she had determined in advance. Frankly, she was almost convinced she must've damaged her camera by forcing it to take such a terrible photo.

She shot the cause of this… lapse of judgement, a look of disdain, only to startle at the intense stare the normally timid hipster had aimed her way.

Something behind those blue, usually doe-like eyes, had turned its attention to Victoria, and she could almost see the cogs turning in her skull.

For a second, she wondered if this is how prey felt.

Then Max blinked, and the feeling disappeared.

I've been working on this fic for weeks now, and I'm currently about 7k words in? But while I want to have more chapters ready before I actually start publishing it, I got too impatient and had to share this first scene with you all here! Consider it a teaser! Anyway, I hope you like it! Life Is Strange, and especially Maximum Victory/Chasefield has (once again) taken over my heart, and I'm so excited for the moment I can share the full and completed story with you. Which is definitely coming, I'm in a pretty good writing groove and I know where I'm going, so look forward to it!

20 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

Azula Week 2022 Day 4 - Discovery

Decades had passed since the end of the war. Time may have healed most wounds, some better than others. But discovering impossible ghosts on your doorstep can reopen old wounds.

'He shuffled his feet for a moment and cleared his throat. “Is- is this the residence of Grandmaster Katara?”

“That’s me, yes. What can I do for you?”

“My name is Baatar. I believe you knew my father, Sokka?”'

For Azulaweek, thank you so much for hosting @azulaweek

26 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

I know the clock symbolism has been talked to death already, but what I haven't seen anyone mention is Katya's watch!

In the boat scene, Katya's escape plan hinges entirely on the perfect timing: Sofia's stumble, Andrey's distraction, the cigarette, all of it. And she makes it! Her timing is perfect to the millisecond, which she could because of her very expensive Swiss watch, the one she asked Goncharov for for their anniversary.

Just one problem: her watch was actually ahead by 12 seconds.

She was extremely lucky that the timing actually called for a slight delay, but there was no way she could've known that, or even that her watch watch was delayed. The only reason we know, is that if you pay attention you notice the clock tower rings 12 seconds after her watch said it should have. And yes, you could argue that that was a delay on the clocktower's part, or perhaps even a mistake of the film crew, but if there's one thing we know about Martin Scorsese it's that nothing in this movie has been unintentional.

And my heart just aches for Katya because it's the foreshadowing of it all. She did everything right, acting correctly with the information she had, and it was pure luck, fate almost, that it worked out this time. But in the final scenes (when she's noticeably wearing a different watch, the Italian one given to her by Sofia, that does run perfectly on time), her betrayal of both Goncharov and Sofia is also the only correct course of action she could have taken given the information she had, only this time it doesn't work out. It's the perfection that leads to her downfall: by attempting to control her fate she actually ensured that fate couldn't give her the help she needed. By trying to shackle time, she actually bound herself to it, mercilessly dragged into the gearbox until she's ground down by the clockwork of time.

And that's not even mentioning the red-stained strap of the new watch! It's suggested to symbolise her determination, willpower and leadership at first (making excellent use of colour theory), but it actually has its meaning flipped on its head, because Scorsese actually uses the much rarer negative connotations of red, symbolising danger, violence and anger, again foreshadowing her path.

39 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

A Scene from Getting Family Approval

I've been struggling with chapter 3 of Getting Family Approval (the combined Ursa/Iroh chapter) for months now, but I really wanted to write Something for the Ozai chapter which is set after that one and the Hakoda one, so I wrote this. Not sure yet if this will be part of the actual chapter when I get to it, or if it's just a different POV of what's happening there, but I hope you enjoy!

Ozai took a deep breath as he was led into the prison’s garden by his guards, enjoying the smell of the fresh air and the feeling of the sun on his skin. He might not have his inner flame anymore, but sometimes, in the heat of the sun, he could pretend.

Of course, unlike his old cell, this one had a window, so he wasn’t completely cut off from the sunlight, but it couldn’t compare to the direct feeling of the rays of Agni during his rare visit to the garden.

Watching my words when I speak to my daughter is a small price to pay to enjoy this, he thought.

Speaking of Azula, he wondered what the occasion was. Usually she came by once every six months, but it had barely been four months since her last visit.

There’d always be a low table set up in the garden, where they’d share tea and even some fried mochi with togarashi seasoning. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the fact that she remembered his favourite snack, and that she actually made sure to get him some even if it was only twice a year.

He’d asked her once, why she did all this. The nicer cell, the visits, the books (carefully selected and approved, but still). He knew he would not have done the same in her position.

“You’re a terrible person, dad,” she’d answered, looking him in the eye with a quiet intensity. “You used me and Zuko, you were a tyrant and you happily continued waging a war on the world we never should have fought in the first place, and I will never forgive you for it.” She’d sighed, then. “But you are still my father, and that means something to me, even if it doesn’t to you.”

They hadn’t spoken more during that visit after that, finishing their tea in silence. He still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Now, as he reached the table, he noted with surprise that his daughter wasn’t alone this time.

Seated next to her was a Water Tribesman. If he remembered correctly, it was the same boy who'd insulted him after his defeat, the one who’d masterminded the invasion during the eclipse.

Ozai couldn’t think of a single reason the boy could have to visit him. Probably not a social visit then. He sat down at the table, back straight, and greeted his daughter with a nod. “Good afternoon, Azula. This is a surprise. Zuko hasn’t changed the calendar, has he?”

Azula snorted, and the Water Tribesman coughed to hide a laugh, looking at Azula in disbelief as if he couldn’t believe Ozai was capable of making a joke.

“No dad, we’re here with a reason, actually.” Interesting, the use of ‘we’ meant the two had planned this together. As he took a sip of his tea he puzzled over what the two of them could have been doing that involved him of all people.

“Let me start with introductions. Sokka, this is my father, Ozai. Dad, this is Sokka, my fiancé.”

Ozai choked on his tea.

What?

41 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My post-canon Yuezula oneshot is finally done!

Summary:

“Have you been angry about it? Felt genuine anger?”

Yue looked away, eyes staring out over the field of vibrant pink spirit flowers. “No, I- That wouldn’t help anything. I can’t change what happened. And I wouldn’t, I had to do it for my people and the world. It’s not like I could let Tui die. I had a duty and it’s good that I could help.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry about it.”

42 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Miss Baek I forgot to include this in my previous message:

NOT MY DREAM but my friend who barely has any dreams was probably influenced by me talking about Hwa, so he showed up in her subconscious. This is what she sent me:

"I was camping on a beach in Alaska with some river guide, a few other random people and Seonghwa. The guide was trying to figure out how to feed us for the night so he slaughtered a giant whale. Hwa was mad that he killed something massive just to sink the rest of the body. We were also arguing over how he cut up the meat. I woke up in the middle of everyone arguing over why we killed the whale."

Sounds pretty awful ngl, they were also on a small wooden boat, BUT SEONGHWA HAD WAIST LENGTH BLACK HAIR 😭😭😭😭 how can I enter her mind I NEED TO PERCEIVE THIS SEONGHWA 😳😳😳😳

What about an AU... minus the whale killing maybe, but... lost somewhere on the sea with long haired Hwa. Rapunzel era Seonghwa when 😩 - DV 💖

hi !!

Baek?! Jwyeuusshahs was it a good dream?! 👀

yes☺️

Laundry boy Hwa my beloved <3 my brain is creating its own AUs every single night, lol

LMFAOOOO no bc same 😭😭 some of those scenarios id never put out omg 😭😭 i rmr having this one dream where i was in the sm practice studio? and u know the beginning song of that porn thing 😭😭 the one ppl did challenges too where they played it and see who’s head turned 😭😭😭 i did that in my dream where i played it fhfhf coincidentally baekhyun was there and he shot his head up and then i got scolded for it???? bRO U RECOGNIZED IT FBWMFJWK

I did take a photo of me giving the middle finger to SM's building, so it was the first step in my revenge, lmaooo. Gonna plan my next move soon... I really don't wanna give my money to any big company, but SM especially yet I can't stop cause Shinee and Taeyeon and Hyo and some other soloists... I bought Kai's and Baekhyun's albums too 😩 I wanna be free from SME so bad

YES YES OH MY GOD WHAT A ICON !!!!!!! there should be a trend to do that pose tbh,, but then sm would sue 😭😭 YEAH NAUR SAME but their artists 😩😩 not the new ones but the older one’s music is so 🤌🏼🤌🏼✨😮‍💨 i can’t help but do it,, sm rly has us fans on the slave contract for more than 10+ years

At least Hannah could still sing, right?! Feetless, but still slaying. And please don't ask about the head thing, I had problems okkk...

NO BATTERY 😭😭 no bc anon what the fuck were u and ur friend on 😭😭😭🔫

Damn the scent must be strong then :o omg do you know them?! https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51xurg7EyqL._AC_SY355_.jpg I had the 🍑 one also 🍒 and they were so cute plus smelled nicely, I carried them in my pockets

I DO BUT I NEVER EVER GOT THEM 😭😭😭 id get those glare eyes and a shake of head and i knew i wasn’t getting, do u rmr the chapstick phase 😭😭😭😭 LIKE A BOX OF CHAPSTICKS

I actually only like half of the Ep Fin 🙊 I had a change of heart and love Ep 3 now (Illusion is not my beloved, but it's bearable) I also revisited their debut back in 2020 and tbh no skip for me, love the tropical vibes. Still ZFP1 is my fave fave! I really can't wait for what they have in store I'm hoping for something hard-hitting and rock inspired, but from that little spoiler Seonghwa was giving I'm not sure...maybe he's fucking with us. Shit I almost forgot we're getting the JP cb soon, ROOOOOCKYYYYYY. Hopefully people don't abandon bodyguard Hwa in favour of boxer Hwa 😳

i would like to say, dazzling light superior >>> FBWMDHEK UR A WAVE GIRLIE ME TOO !!! no bc kpop needs more tropical music, we need winner back 😭😭😭😭 HEY HEY I WILL HUNT U ALL DOWN IF U GUYS CHANGE BODYGUARD TO BOXER 🔫 I WILL GIVE THAT SAD ENDING FHKWHDKW

Yes, ofc I interview myself, I argue with myself, I agree with myself kausiayshshwgdsh Kokobop omfgggg and Wave 💙 I do like fresh scents the most, fruity ones too! Not a big fan of flowery, many flowers make me sneeze. And pls don't steal everything or I will have to arrest you :(

YES YES 😭😭😭 and utopia! i feel like u give those vibes! some flowery scents r labeled as not strong but they are SO strong???? I WILL MAKE A HEIST AND ROB YOU RN ARREST ME 🔫

You're living my dream damn! Loverholic, robotronic, loverholic, robotronic 🤪

LMFAOOOO idk what sm was on during that era but truly so legendary along with snsd’s hypertonic supersonic 😭😭😭

Today I have this lil video to offer. I'm obsessed with it and it's back on my tl 😭 he's ao cute, Seyoung my baby. I mean that's just Hwa let's face it. 🥨 boy, pls give him all the pretzels in the world: https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1522602163494879232?t=FIDYL5wscxM0TUD3Vnh9sg&s=19

SCREAMING HES SO FUCKING CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 TAKE ALL THE PRETZELS TAKE THEM TAKE THEM

So I haven't been reading webtoons recently I seriously need to catch up on reading and some kpop content 😭😭😭😭 but I found a new webtoon called Long After The Ending and the plot is so interesting and pretty unusual!

👁👁 gonna go add that in rn!

Uhm also do you know those ASMR NSFW videos on YT? Sometimes when I search for MARS ASMR I get that one video called "ASMR Seonghwa moans" in my suggestions 😬 It's obviously not him, though some people in the comments genuinely thought so 💀 I never listened to it for longer than 10 seconds. But today I was showing someone his AMSR content and they were like "uhhh and what is THAT"

i DO! theres a what… 👁

And then my bestie reminded me of a cam boy Seonghwa and porn star Seonghwa fanfics. 🤚🏻 Jesus has left the chat long time ago... there's no hope for us - DV 💖

HDMWHDKWJDKW STOP BC THERES SO MANY GOOD ONES HERE PLS 😭😭😭

NOT MY DREAM but my friend who barely has any dreams was probably influenced by me talking about Hwa, so he showed up in her subconscious. This is what she sent me:

LMFAOOOO????????? SEONGHWA FISHER!AU?????? seonghwa titanic au…

Sounds pretty awful ngl, they were also on a small wooden boat, BUT SEONGHWA HAD WAIST LENGTH BLACK HAIR 😭😭😭😭 how can I enter her mind I NEED TO PERCEIVE THIS SEONGHWA 😳😳😳😳

he what.

What about an AU... minus the whale killing maybe, but... lost somewhere on the sea with long haired Hwa. Rapunzel era Seonghwa when 😩 - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO FHWKDHWK READER AS FLYNN RIDER AND HWA AS RAPUNZEL 😭😭😭😭 PLS IT WOULD BE A DREAM TO READ IT

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon #i ANSWERED THE WRONG ASK fhzsfghfagjagw

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Christmas event :D

Rosinate x reader chocolate

Reader where she's just cooking with little law while waiting for Rosi to arrive from his marine duty and then do Christmas stuff and sitting and cuddling in the fire place while drinking hot choco( OMG this is so cute just thinking Abt it 😭❤️ ) and then in the morning Rosi tells law to open his gifts in the Christmas tree and holy shit imagine the kids adorable smile ❤️😭🥰

Thank you for doing this <33

My darling you made me the happiest person alive by requesting this. My perfect life would definitely look like this if I ever got the chance to ask for something. THANK U for requesting this, thank u so much. I hope you enjoy!!! Happy Holidays! 💖

Chocolate

Rosinante x Gn! Reader ft. Little Law

Day 10: Our First Christmas Together ~

tw: none. excess of cuteness. Law is 7 y/o as always when I wrote for him as a child.

a/n: the notebook is inspired on the canon fact that Law drew himself his jolly roger while living at Mr. Wolff's. (You can read the novel here) (yeah I draw them to look like crayons and let's pretend that's Law's handwriting pls hahaha)

wc: 1333

White spots cover little Law's face…

This time is not from the amber lead, but from some powdery sugar.

Sickness turned into sweetness. Rosinante and you, Law’s beloved protectors. Law’s second chance in life, Law’s first Christmas with Cora and you.

He is standing on his special yellow booster to reach for the kitchen countertop, and both you and him, are baking some gingerbread men. It was surprising Law liked them, since he doesn’t like anything bread related, apparently cookies were an exception.

“How do you want to decorate them, Law?” you ask, searching for some sprinkles and chocolate melts. “Uhm, I think I want to add a smiling face. Let me show you, I’ve made a few drawings…” the little bean of joy says and runs up to his room.

“Law! you are gonna get sugar all ov…. Never mind”

Law is as methodical as a grown up, but still a kiddo. There is no way you could scold him, he wants to show you something he drew, you will have time to clean afterwards. Plus this is your first Christmas together…

The tanned skin, crystalline grey eyes, cute kiddo shows you some designs out of a yellow notebook.

“Law!! How pretty!!” you joyfully tell him, because they are indeed really cute. “Do you think Cora would like them? They are inspired by…” he stops himself; a light dust of crimson invades his cheeks. “Are they inspired by daddy's smile? I can see it clearly! He would love them. I tell you what, prepare the page because he will surely want them in his office” you tell him, cleaning some of the sugar off his nose.

Law’s smile widens, and his eyes shine with a special sparkle. He is well aware, despite being so young, how Rosinante’s actions have allowed him to keep on living. Law sees him as the representation of life. And you, you too. There are no gray clouds that could opaque the sunlight of Cora’s smile. He is your sun, Law’s sun.

“Let’s finish them before he is home!” he says, rolling up his sleeves. “Sure! Plus we need to do some more for Santa tonight”. Law gives you a side look, he is at that age some of his friends tell them Santa doesn’t exist but he still wanna believe he does. In any case, Rosi and you have decided to keep with the “lie” as long as he tells you to stop. A little bit of fantasy and magic never hurt anybody, right?.

Law managed to create a special bowl with milk for Santa, that he left next to the tree for the old guy to indulge after leaving the presents. He didn’t ask for anything, Law indeed never does, but he will get many presents this year…

Both of you get so into the decoration of the cookies and preparing the dinner table you don’t realize the time passes by faster than expected. Soon, a huge thump could be heard outside the house.

“DADDY'S HOME!”

Law seems more excited than ever, he even forgot about his characteristic “bad mood” and it’s jumping all over the place -until he notices you are looking at him- but even though, it’s always heartwarming to see him so happy.

Rosinante shakes the snow off his shoulders and hangs his white Marine cape. The shift at the base is over, and the night is settled to have a wonderful warm Christmas family dinner. Law runs to Cora’s arms, being lifted by him (almost hitting the kiddo’s head against the ceiling).

“Hello, my dear husband~” you purr, smiling at the sweetest image of him holding your little ray of sun. Rosi comes closer and kisses your lips softly and lovingly, while Law is crushed against you two since he has them on arms.

“AHHHHH” Law shouts. “A sandwich of loveee!!! Law, you are being trapped by the love bread!!!” you shout, snuggling him with pure love and sweetness. You all laugh at Law’s cheeks being squeezed and after that you head to the dining room.

Christmas decorations, delicious food Law helped you to prepare and arrange, and carols playing (Law was against playing them, but still). Rosi and you enjoy the delicious food, while listening to Law speak about the new operation the read of. You are not disgusted of course, but Rosi, who is absolutely grossed out by blood, tries to endure through the details of the procedure Law is commenting on.

You suggest for them to go sit next to the fireplace to have some cocoa and cookies. Law fidgets on his seat because he knows those are gonna be his cookies. The bean is anxious to show Cora his creation, and to see if he notices.

You were absolutely sure he would notice, but you decided to send him a message earlier just to tell him…

You > Love, your son is making you cookies. He drew the designs himself and are inspired by your smile. I’m sure you will notice, but just in case. Oh, did you get the Sora figure?” Hubby ❤> Oh I’m gonna hug him so tight, you have no idea!” Hubby ❤ > 📎sent an attachment:

Hubby ❤ > And I did, it’s on the trunk well packed with yellow paper 🙊

You three chose to wear the special pajamas you bought. “Mx. Noel”, “Mr. Noel” & “Little Santa Helper” embroidered on the front of them. Pillows scattered in front of the fireplace with the three boots hanging from it, of course.

“So, here are the stars of the night, Law's sweetest creation, smiling cookies!” you cheer bringing three cups of cocoa, escorted by the kiddo bringing a batch with the cookies. Rosinante, of course, sitting on the floor -because he was banned from moving, just to avoid any unwanted accidents-.

Cora starts screaming, scaring Law with the shouts and the excitement, but making him laugh shortly after. “Excuse me little guy… that’s my…?” he asks, ready to attack Law with a million kisses. “UH… YOUR SMILE” he says, up and straightforward, hiding under his hat after because of the intense embarrassment.

But the hat didn’t last longer over his black spiky hair, because his dad had already knocked it off in a kisses and hugs attack. “AHHH DAD!!!” Law shouts, while you watch the fight next to you, and there is nothing else you could ever ask in your whole life. You were the richest person in the whole world.

After some story reading, you sitting in between Cora’s legs and Law sitting in between yours, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the lovely cookies, Law finally fell asleep. “Oh he is asleep” you whisper to your hubby. “Right, let’s take him to his bed”

Rosi and you carry the little bean to his bed, tucking him and kissing his forehead goodnight. “Sleep tight, son” Cora whispers, and you, on tippy toes, reach for his cheek to kiss him. “What a wonderful dad you are, babe”.

Before going to sleep you two enjoyed the cookies and milk “for Santa” and arranged the presents all around the tree. Rosi also used a little bit of flour to simulate Santa’s snowy boots footprints.

Cora wasn’t able to sleep until no more than 6 am on Christmas day. He was so excited he had to go and wake up Law to go see the gifts. And of course, cause “like father, like son” (even if they weren’t connected by blood) the two of them go downstairs running.

You, still with a sleepy face and messy hair, used your den den mushi to record the reaction. Law was on the verge of crying while opening his gifts. Tears of joy. He isn’t a consumerist child; he didn’t even ask for a gift in his letter to Santa. But the love he received was, for him, the most precious gift he could ever have gotten.

Oh, and the Sora figure.

He even slept with it for many many years. 💖~

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namjoonchronicles · 3 years

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impression | yg

↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship

↳ words 5.5k

↳ summary many forgot that when you marry someone, you marry their family too, at least that’s how Asian family is like

↳ warning that side of adulthood, lockdown because of pandemic, self-worth, over-sensitivity, pisces dude, married life conflicts

↳ song ariana grande ‘pov’

Just this morning you woke him up with ‘Daechwita’ blasting on his ear drums, dancing and prancing around the home gym in your spandex bra and sweatpants, rapping to every word he wrote, with more swag than ten Yoongis combined. Forehead glistened with sweat, rosy cheeks and more life in you than he ever had. He leaned by the door sill just watching in utter disbelief and renewed admiration to just how much you loved his music. It never gets old. But how the tables have turned, two minutes before midnight.

You’ve locked yourself in the bathroom, him leaning his back on the wall, speaking through the closed door, calling out for you.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through. Fat chance, but at least he tried.

Must be something in his drink last night for him to hear his own song even when he is sleeping, Yoongi thought. But he didn't drink last night? Yoongi pulled the duvet down his head, contorting his entire face and the blaring boom bass music, rippling through the miniature figure standees of famous baseball players he had lined up on the TV cabinet. The music was so loud, the pictures hung on the walls began rattling at each beat drop. Where is this music coming from??

Two seconds in, and the empty spot next to him spoke volumes. All answers were as clear as day.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, duvets pooled around his waist as he yawns loudly and his bed hair flopping on either side leans towards, some baby strands standing in all directions. He scratches his arms, neck and belly as he comes awake. Face puffy, eyes barely open, and cheeks as circle as they could be. He gathered the duvet to the side and pushed himself off to the edge of the bed while shoving his feet into his indoor slippers. He tried to fetch his phone from the bedside table and saw it vibrating on its own from the loud music.

"Better stop her before the neighbours come complaining…"

He waddles about the room lazily, dragging his feet, his arm reaching for the switch panel before he even arrives to have the curtain open and let the sun in. The automated curtain aligned and folded creases perfectly as it gathered itself to each designated side. The bed, the bed will be made up later after he advises his wife not to deafen the whole neighborhood with his albums and he could finally think.

The teal-colored walls that extended along the hallway of the house, decorated with wedding pictures, family pictures, his signed baseball jerseys, picture of his basketball days (the one he jumps for a slam dunk and especially proud of, you know the one), your graduation picture (with him professionally photoshopped in) and some lovely polaroids of your first unofficial date that he insists was official. More on that later. Yoongi walks pass this memory lane with a stern face, shooting glares ahead, marching in the direction of the music, which seems to be coming from the gym. What he saw was a petite figure, all hyped up, sweaty, holding up a water bottle to your lips like a microphone, mouthing his rap like it was your own. You saw him in the mirror reflection but instead of coiling away, shy, you spat his rap to his face with flaming confidence. Yoongi looks down with a shy smile, eyes turning small and polite, skin blushing pink with second hand embarrassment. His face is hot and your sweaty skin, hair plastered to your neck and forehead, in revealing spandex was not helping. Neither is your swag. He clamped his lips with his teeth while you pulled his arm so he would join you. He protested lazily but didn't resist as hard. He throws his head back, whining dejections but you couldn't care less.

"Are you making your own concert here? Plagiarising my songs?"

You heard him and grinned widely at the mirror. He folded his arms and watched you dance seductively and just as the rap got to the 'my tongue sends boys and girls to China' part, the music stops and he is no longer next to you but by the stereo and turning it off.

"Yoongi! I was working out!" "People are gonna come and complain…" "They know who you are…" "They know my name from you…"

Screaming underneath him, that's what he meant. You rolled your eyes at him. He passed you a face towel with a sheepish smile. Wiping your face with it, you watched Yoongi unplug your phone from the sockets. It reveals several missed calls from your mother in law, Yoongi's mom.

"Mom called…" "Really?"

You moved closer to him to see. Yoongi reads the message she sent you outloud and the colors drained down your face.

"What do I cook? What do I do? What does she usually have for lunch? OMG, I don’t know. Do we even have kimchis left? I hadn't restocked…" "She likes fried dumplings and soy garlic chicken stew… it'll be okay. She said she is coming around noon. It's just a little over 8 am… Go take a shower."

You scurried to the bathroom and did as told. Yoongi made the bed while he waited. He turns the cordless vacuum cleaner on but it beeped soullessly because it wasn't charged. He sighed. You always forget to charge them after using them. He opted for a broom and dustpan instead. Yoongi disappears into his home studio, to take the shampoo he had been using and after-shower lotion for you to use. He twisted the knob, knowing you wouldn't lock them when you shower. Knock on the glass door of the shower and told you to use them. You nodded, passing him a look over your shoulder but he was out as quickly as he entered. That cold, cold steely husband.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in towels with your hair dripping wet, hurrying to the hairdryer to dry your hair. Yoongi walks in with nothing but a towel around his waist. He passes you a chaste kiss on the shoulder first, then your cheeks before he continues to unravel his briefs and showered as well. The water trickles down his face, neck and shoulders, cascading down his speckless back, over the bum of his ass and wetting his happy trails at the same time. He aggressively rubs water over his face, the tips of his hair appear darker as it gets wet. You dressed up in your oversized hoodie, a pair of jeans and red converse, hair tied up in a bun, grabbing your purse for a quick run to the store. If your mother in law is coming, the least you could do is cook an all korean cuisine, prep nicely on the table so she knows that her son was taken care of nicely. Giving her a lasting good impression was your core priority as of now. And Yoongi would have been more than happy to do the grocery for you but this time, just this once, you want to show him that you are dependable too.

If there is anything you learned from korean cuisine is that food is prepared meticulously like you would, a form of art. Everything is placed neatly on a plate, and wrapped tightly. Taste and looks must be perfect. Everything had a sequence. Tradition and culture shapes the good people of Korea to what it is today. And for Daegu native, Yoongi's deep accent and habits become one of the most significant traits that flags a Daegu representative. You are obsessed with getting it right. Although you mostly don't understand the heavy accents he tends to let slip out once in a while, you were expecting to guess the words as it comes. His accents are one of the things that you loved about him. Daegu dialects are strong, and oozing masculinity. They are often direct and unapologetic so it might be heard as harsh. You couldn't tell apart if he is cursing or if he is just plainly just talking about his day when his friends stop by. He caught you a few times, staring blankly at him when he blurted out dialects out of frustrations, and he laughed them off when you accuse him of lying to you about what the words actually mean.

With his mom stopping by, the dialects are going to be thick and you would probably stare blankly most of the time. Communications are limited and Yoongi had to come back and forth to translate some of them.

Korean cooking is not your forte. Let's put that out there, in the open for everyone to see and understand. You are not familiar with it, and although you love some of it, some just don't fit your taste buds. But Yoongi is a full blown Korean. You make adjustments here and there, but it's not like he is always around for you to cook them often. That's why your korean cooking skills deteriorated. Even simple things like choosing which mushrooms to cook with takes 10 minutes longer than it probably should. You went with your heart and took the one you saw first.

Yoongi came out from the baths to see an empty room. Your perfume wafts over his nostril and it tattles about your whereabouts. Just as he was about to investigate, his phone shrieked a calling tone. It was Jungkook. Asking for a chord. He sounds desperate and bored to death. Being a good friend, Yoongi speds to his home studio after clumsily putting on some white tee on top of a grey shorts, halfway through and sending him several chords the little guy could work with, then pulling the rest of the shirt down as it loads. He swore he didn't take long but he found you already changing your clothes and starting to chop things on the chopping board, sloppily. He knows that it was not you to do things sloppily so he offered to help sharpen the knives.

"Soy garlic stew?"

You chewed your lips at him as he asked and nodded. Anxiety was written all over you. Your hands were already so shaky, and that's why you couldn't hold the knife properly, aside from it being blunt. You turned to the sink and began chopping the scallions with another knife Yoongi handed you.

“There are some potatoes I bought in the paper bags, I brought the mushroom I am familiar with, I am not sure if it's the one used in the stew. What time is it already? Is this enough time to even cook the stew? The chicken hasn’t thaw has it? I am not going to have enough time… She is going to know that the dumpling is store bought and I am putting my pride on the line…” you spoke nonstop, didn’t even hear Yoongi if he was saying anything, which you assumed he was quiet, so you became annoyed and, “Why aren’t answering any questions I have??”

Yoongi stood there, with a blank expression, “You wouldn’t even let me talk…”

You answered your own questions, and he was here listening to everything, opening his mouth and closing it before any word could come out because you bulldozed him with words, as he dug out the potatoes you were talking about, as well as the mushrooms.

“I’m sorry, I watched the youtube video on making the stew on the way to the mart and it seems pretty complicated, but doable… I think that the ginger and garlic goes in first,” you paused and sighed, “It’s been awhile since I cooked a proper meal for myself. I don’t know if I had it in me to even do this anymore…”

That’s right. While Yoongi was always away from the last two years, his work trips extended from 3 months to a whole year, and while studying for your master’s degree, you opt for simpler food, just enough for you to get by the day with a filled stomach. Most of your time is dedicated to your studies and laundry. Stopping by Daegu was hardly done, and if anything, you would just send some gifts her way. It is pretty awkward between you and his mother; language barriers, interests, and principles. You didn’t notice when Yoongi was standing behind you, his hand was on top of yours, soothing over your knuckles and he hijacked the scissors from your hands gently.

And he whispered softly atop of your head, “I got this.”

Just like that, he took over kitchen duties and let you handle the simpler stuff like, putting the pot on the stove, fill water in it, skin the potatoes, chopped them into large cubes, unstub the capsicum, peel the skin off of the chicken, peel the garlic and ginger. Yoongi’s instructions are clear and easy to follow. After all the things are chopped and prepared, he hands the ladle to you.

Your eyes widen. And you shook your head. Stepping back. Yoongi clicked his tongue and chuckled through his nose. Coax you. But no, you stepped farther back. He then took your wrist gently and placed the ladle handle in your palm.

“Trust me?” “I trust you, it’s me I don’t trust.”

“I’ll help you every step. Let’s go. Have confidence!” “You’re the multi billionaire, I’m just the struggling degree student with a part time job.”

“You’re Min Yoongi’s wife.” “I find that hard to believe sometimes…”

With another scolding tut of his tongue, you conceded. With a heavy heart.

The chopped chicken pieces are placed in a boiling water pot, and when its reddish flesh turns white and is cooked, it is drained and washed underneath cold running water to remove impurities. You watched quietly as Yoongi cleans them with his capable hands. His veins protrude, extending well over his forearms. The tip of his fingers were pinker than the rest of his hands, and he smoothes over those nooks and crannies the chicken pieces have. As ridiculous as it may sound, you were quite envious of the fact that those chickens have his full attention now. Next, the carrots.

The carotene source is peeled and chopped in large size. Yoongi helped guide your hands over the handle of the knife, because he is pretty particular on how big he wanted those carrots to be.

“Isn’t that too large?” You asked him in a small voice. They are half the size of your thumb. “No, it’s just nice…” he replied in a low voice, his lips just behind your ear, “It has to be in the same size as the potatoes, so it will cook at the same time.”

Your bottom grazed over his front and he learns to just keep you sandwiched in between the counter and him, so it won’t turn to something else. He is just as anxious as you are with his mom coming. Therefore, the percentage of him turning frisky is zero to none. The onions come next. They are chopped in half and then into fours. Yoongi paused and braced himself for tear gas attacks only there was none. He asks where you bought those onions, and you replied, it was grown in your colleagues garden. They were given for free. And he comments,

“They should sell these, we will be their first loyal customer! It doesn’t sting!”

You laughed as you prepared the fruits you bought. It was rock melon and some papayas. You avoided buying tangerine because you know she will bring some from her hometown, knowing how much Yoongi loves them. Daegu’s tangerines are very sweet and plump. There is nothing like it. Yoongi sliced green onions for the stew and extra hot chili peppers because his mom likes them spicy. Then he prepares the mixture for the broth.

“Now watch,” he instructed you, “Soy sauce, rice wine, red chilli pepper powders, minced garlic, two cups of sugar, red pepper paste, sesame oil, pepper. Mix well.”

Yoongi prepared a pot and placed the cleaned chicken pieces in them, added potatoes, carrots and water with the mixture he made just prior. Then, boil. After the chicken is cooked thoroughly, he adds onions. Then the scallions. Then salt to taste. You prepared the oven and Yoongi carried the pot to it to keep it warm until his mom arrived. Dumplings were pan fried. That one was simple. His mom doesn’t like her beverages too sweet, a simple plain water is enough.

When all the food is done, you turn to him at the same time he did. Sweats rolling down his sideburns and his thin white shirt clinging on his skin like he ran a mile. You approached him with a huge smile, swept his hair back to reveal his forehead and dabbed your inner wrist to wipe away his sweat all around his face. He sniggers through his nose. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, you can’t help but plant a kiss on them. Nuzzling your face on his neck, you draped your arm around his shoulder and mumbled, “Thank you…”

He leans his cheek on your head and kisses one side of your brain, before exclaiming that you both need another shower after cleaning up the kitchen and turning on the air humidifier to chase away the smell of cooking.

“How was the journey?” you chirped. “The weather is scorching hot, the sun is melting me away before I can meet my son,” Yoongi’s mom complained in a thick Daegu accent, and when she stepped in, she gave you a glance and straight away went looking for her precious son. As expected.

“He was just out of the shower, he will come soon, mother,” you said the last word awkwardly, it doesn’t really roll off your tongue as comfortably as it should. She replied to you with a dejected “Hmm.”

You blinked and cast your eyes downwards, then up again to change the topic, “...Let me take you some cold drink… it must have been a torture, to walk around in such hot weather,” you sped to the kitchen and grabbed her a cold water in a tall glass.

“Hello mom…” Yoongi revealed himself from the hallway, gave his mother a hug that you didn’t receive when she walked in. “It wasn’t torture when I’ve come to see my son!” She suddenly changed her words, now she is all bright and cheerful, and you disappeared from her sight completely unless Yoongi looks over to you and includes you in the conversation. That too, wasn’t permanent. Yoongi learned that his older brother’s wife is carrying a baby and Holly had been snuggling to her tummy at every chance she gets. The sight would have been adorable and they were able to take a picture of it so Yoongi’s mom excitedly showed them to Yoongi. They both are sitting on the sofa while you were in the kitchen scooping up cooked rice into bowls of three.

“This sofa is new isn’t it? I didn’t see it the last time I was here,” his mom asked. “Yes, yes… do you like it?” Yoongi said and said you chose them. Then her enthusiasm dissipates. “I like it better without one. Now it’s too westernized,” his mom’s lips turned lopsided, continuing, “Did you know that hanging your legs down will disrupt the blood flow up to your brain? We better sit down on the floor when we eat, too…”

Yoongi prepared a Japanese folded table and pushed aside the coffee table that was there. Everything you’ve prepared on the dining table was moved to the Japanese one. When everything is set, you and Yoongi wait for his mom to start eating before you both do. It’s tradition. Even between man and wife, the older one begins eating first. Yoongi sips the stew and then you begin scooping the stew into your bowl. You were the only one eating mostly with a spoon instead of chopstick since you aren’t too accustomed to it. Yoongi’s mother said in a joking tone that you should start using the training chopstick used by toddlers.

Why are you extra sensitive today? She was just joking, but smiling is so hard right now. Your cheeks feel heavy and your shoulders stiffened. Yoongi carried the rest of the conversation effortlessly. The deep Daegu accent is already shifting your attention towards the fried dumpling instead. It was just a little over 45 minutes since she arrived, why does it feel like days?

“Dumplings, mother?” You chirped, attempted to use the chopstick and successfully landed them in her bowl.

Then she puts them back where they were, and said, “I don’t eat store-bought dumpling, darling,” before resuming to tell Yoongi the story about her neighbour getting into a real estate feud. You hold your breath in your throat and try not to think about it too much. Although you’ve finished your bowl of rice, Yoongi still hasn’t. He was busy nodding away to what his mother was saying. She barely touched the stew. When she turned to her food, you tapped Yoongi’s knee underneath the table and he looked at you wide eyed, darting at the stew. And Yoongi’s lips turned to the shape of an “O”.

“How do you like the stew, mom?” He asked. “It’s okay…” “My wife made it…” Yoongi said with a smug smile.

You smiled, shyly.

“It tastes exactly how Yoongi would cook it. I thought you cooked it, I know how horrible her korean cooking is, Yoongi… You don’t have to lie to me,” his mom passed.

After bidding her farewell at the door, Yoongi accompanied her to his brother’s incoming vehicle that fetches her. His brother made a promise to stop by when the baby arrives and when the Covid cases reduce a bit. You watched from the window from your bedroom and when the car drove off with Yoongi waving goodbye to his mom, your heart thudded differently.

Your eyes stung, and tears impending to fall as it collected around the brims. As you heard the front door beeping open to Yoongi returning, your feet dashed to the bathroom door, pushing it open as your tears rolled down your face like a dam broke.

Sensitive? Too soft? Was I too emotional? Am I not trying hard enough to be enough?

Yoongi walks in, to an eerily silent house. Ridding his shirt by pulling it over his head as he walks down the dimly lit hallway. His heavy footsteps heard across the floorings and you covered your mouth with your hand to not make any sound. He noticed that the bathroom light was on unlike the rest of the room.

“You’re showering alone? Traitor…” he pouted and wriggled the door knob and noticed it was locked from the inside. “I have a stomach ache,” you hoped you sound convincing. Your voice didn’t sound as shaky and you hope he didn’t catch on. “Okay…” he said, after a long pause. You turned the shower on to reduce the sound of you crying, and went back to sitting on the floor by the door, dug the heels of your palm into your eyes socket, and hugged your knees, sniffling.

“Hey…” his voice muffled through the door. “Hmm?” you replied, through a broken smile.

“Are you okay?”

Another dam broke.

Shit, I’ve started crying again. Why can’t I stop crying?! He is going to find out now… Fuck.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through.

“Was it mom? She says something you don’t like? You know how mom is, right? She doesn’t mean any of it…” now it’s Yoongi’s turned to bulldoze you with questions he himself answered.

Unable to take it anymore, you had to speak out, even if it means behind closed doors.

“I know she doesn’t like me as a daughter-in-law…” you spoke in broken voices. “Nonsense…” Yoongi passed, nonchalantly.

“No, will you please just listen to me?!” you raised your voice a bit, “I am not like your brother’s wife who cooks great Korean food, who sends her nice homemade desserts to her likings, and now is bearing a grandchild for her. I can’t cook, and had to rely on you a lot. She came over and she didn’t give me a hug like she did you, and the whole she doesn’t even speak to me unless I speak to her first, and even then, she shuts me down so I couldn’t say another word. I can’t even use a damn chopstick or make homemade dumplings she’ll eat!”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to lean his back on the door and hug his knees, then hang his head low.

“Suddenly the sofa is too westernized. And the glass doors letting in too much sunlight when I renovated it the way she wanted. It seems like everything I do is wrong and I just have no place in the Min’s household no matter how hard I try,” you sniffed, and, “To make matters worse she brought up the girlfriends you had in high school and how they cook her favourite food! Girlfriends! Plural! Here I thought you only had one… Jokes on me, I guess… It’s fine, honestly.”

There's nothing more terrifying than the word ‘fine’ you threw when you’re sad and Yoongi knows it. It signifies so many things. It indicates that you’re done, and you’re ready to let go of it, by shoving it under the rug like many other things your mother in law did to you ever since you met her. Yoongi shot his head up when the door opened and his eyes followed you in silence, a little solemn. You dried your hair, sitting on the makeup chair table, running the cool air Dyson hairdryer over the lengths of your hair. Yoongi crawled on all four and knelt behind you to hug your waist, nuzzling his face on your lower back. Then the tears returned, and kept falling.

Your gaze is stuck on the reflection of you in the mirror. What have we become?

It was one of those moments where no words seemed to suffice. Regrets and guilt becomes almost the same thing. Pointing the blame is the last thing on your mind. Choosing sides is difficult when so much is at stake. You may have unclasped his arm from around your waist, heard his wordless gesture and refused to see his face, but so much of him is in you. The fact you held on for so long was because of that man you love and married. Is this going to happen everytime your mother in law stops by?

Even then, you didn't want him to go against his own mother, nor do you want him to side with her… It was such a confusing situation.

Yoongi needs to return to the studio. He packs a few toiletries and clothes for him to wear while he is there. You helped him pack leftover food so you are not burdened to finish everything alone. The conversation shifts to what matters now. You carry your duty as a wife, his partner. You make sure that he is able to provide for this family and even though your emotions are once again neglected for the time being, you were glad that it actually occupied your mind and heart.

At the door, his manager carried his things and instead of leaving along with his manager, Yoongi told him to go first. You already know what comes next. But you aren't sure if you had it in you. One look in your eyes and Yoongi knows that you will rather die than have that conversation all over again. He ran his finger through your hair, lowered his lips to your forehead and stayed like that for awhile, and you said,

“Take care of yourself,” you spoke to his chest, breathing in his musky cologne for the days ahead without him. He stepped back, thumbed your cheek and pinched your chin, tilting your head back. He glanced at your lips while biting his own then backed away, to leave. As the view of his back got smaller and smaller, he exclaimed, “I’m going.” Not once did he turn behind to have one last look. And it was something Yoongi would do. Doesn’t matter if it's at the airport, or at the backstage, he will never look at you after he leaves you, even when he knows you’re right there standing, and looking at him. He says that, if he saw you standing there waiting for him, he will not be able to fight the urge to run to you. So he never looks back. The one thing that he always does before a work trip, is to kiss your forehead. Dr. Laurel Steinberg says, a forehead kiss indicates strong emotional intimacy.

But Yoongi says that a forehead kiss to him signifies a bond that goes beyond lust and love, it was your soul. It is to say, “I might be too far away to hold you, but my soul is yours.” It sends butterflies and confettis your way when he does it. It always feels warm and you always feel protected with a stamp of Yoongi’s lips on your forehead. It feels like a talisman. That no matter what, Yoongi is here.

Recovery. The emotional turmoil, the rollercoaster. You fill your time organizing the photos Yoongi took. With your final exams finished a week ago, you’re given a month off before you begin your final year. Yoongi now lives in his studio office because the album recording session begins and he is in every process. He is in charge of doubling and finalizing the tracks, directing and whatnot. Yoongi sends you a 1 minute 23 seconds video. Scowling at it, your face softened at the sight of him, recording himself in the studio. Dark circles doubled in size and his cheeks sunken. Poor thing hadn't been eating well did he?

“Hey, sweetie…” his familiar guttural voice resonated with your heart strings, “Sorry I haven’t been able to properly give you a call. It’s too late when I’m free, and I’m asleep when you’re awake. So I figured I’ll just send you a damn video, to hell with it.” You chuckled softly as your visions turned blurry.

“I think I will be addressing the recent issue we tucked away for later day. It’s later. You have never been good at fighting for yourself. It was something I don’t really understand because I’ve seen you fight my fight for me,” he glanced to the side and smiled fondly. You were unclear what situation he was talking about but you kept listening.

“You told me that I shouldn’t side with you because that would mean I am against my mother. Here’s what I truly think…” he breathed in and sighed loudly, “I think I should side with you. I spoke to my mom a few days ago, asked her how she is, and I told her several things I don’t like, like bringing up my past ex girlfriend, or how you can’t use the chopstick yet, or how your korean cooking isn’t great yet… how upset it made you and me. She told me that she was just jealous. I left home when I was 16. Come back when I am 20, married at 25. I will always be her son, I let her know that. But I am now someone’s husband, and I happen to cherish this someone, her heart and her wellbeing is my responsibility. I am not stolen from my mom, I consciously chose this person to be with me, to be her husband and built a home with her. And if she can’t respect that, then she cannot return to our house…”

You had to set the phone down and wipe your tears with the back of your hand.

“I’m done being a referee,” Yoongi continued after a long pause, “You’re gonna cry again, and I won’t be able to pass you tissue or give you a hug, I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. I am proud of you and all the little things you do. Daegu dialect is difficult to understand ha? That’s alright. You’re getting your degree, and you help pack my things even though you’re sad as hell the day I left. I couldn’t… I couldn’t ask for a better wife, and I hardly think I deserve you. Until we meet again, soon. Your husband, Min Yoongi.”

The video cuts to him winking.

Another text from him,

[Yoongi, 1.03AM] Impression is never permanent. I hope you give mother another try…

Wife is typing...

[Wife, 1.04AM] Erm. [Wife, 1.04AM] Sends a pic.

[Wife, 1.05AM] How’s this for a lasting impression?

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dehydratedpercy · 3 years

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Rating different versions of the SoN cover out of 10

A classic. Honestly gorgeous, some of John Rocco's finest work. The color scheme? Spectacular. The ice/water/glaciers? Incredible. Sopping wet and angsty Percy? Hell yeah. I also appreciate that you can't really see Percy's face, which is ideal because it means that the art really doesn't do much to influence a readers perception of what Percy looks like in their mind, which is actually really nice. 10/10.

So like... the questers go to Alaska on their quest, so I don't really get why the artist of this decided that the coolest setting for this cover would be the golden gate Bridge?? Like yeah, sure. They technically are near there. But it's a weird vibe anyways. Also, I don't love seeing the characters faces, especially when they aren't portrayed as super intense powerful demigods... so yeah, not a great vibe. Everything else is pretty, tho. 7/10.

If I could find an HD version of this I think it'd be super cool. Right now my biggest issue is with the image quality, so I'm trying to ignore that and pass judgement. The font feels weird, and the border is kinda strange, plus the colors are mehhhhh, but it is kinda neat. I like that it takes place in Alaska, and has Percy's silhouette with the eagle. 7/10.

No offense but where the fuck did this come from??? This one loses a point because the scene depicted never actually happened in the books (unless I'm hallucinating and forgot), but otherwise, it's super cool, super sexy cover design. 9/10

Im sure it'd look better with better image quality. But like... not that much better. 3/10

Percy and Frank look like twins, and I don't love any depiction of Hazel that has her be super skinny with wavy hair instead of curly/kinky. Also, I'm pretty sure Arion is a different color?? But aside from that, its really cool. I like the mix of colors with the blues/reds/purples (though I don't love the mix of yellow/white text, and would prefer them being traded for a gold), I like the dynamic pose, I like the semi-accurste scene from the book (some artistic liberty is never a bad thing). Overall, really not all that bad. 8/10

Again with seeing Percy's face. At least he's better than the original character design, but still. I would've liked if this was a little less realistic bc it gets into uncanny valley territory for me, and I'd like more vibrant colors and maybe a different font/color pallette for the text. But I do love seeing Percy with the eagle, and it's really really cool to see the undead warriors bc I never really got a good impression of what they looked like/how scary they were/how many their were. This really gives some good imagery. I don't like a lot of the other choices about color/realism stuff, but the portrayal of this scene is really cool. 8/10

Ahhhh, i am a slut for high quality images. Mmmmmmmmm. Give me a moment.

Okay, anyways. This is a little weird bc why is Percy standing in the middle of the ocean while he punches some gorgons? I'm cool with some artistic interpretation, but this just doesn't make a ton of sense. I do like seeing the water fists though (there something for you to think about-- water fisting. I'll wait for the fic), and I like that you can't see Percy's face, and I like the armor. It's weird that the title is so small when the series title is so big. It also looks like the cover of a book that was turned into a movie, which I personally find triggering, so that lost it a point. 6/10

1) what's wrong with his arms

2) what's wrong with his shirt

3) why is he ten years old

4) why does he have that haircut

5) thats... so much green

6) is he hugging the gorgons?

7) is he... HALLUCINATING the gorgons??

8) omg look at the difference between the gorgons hair and their skin TAKE IT BACK

I don't mean to be rude or anything. But

-2/10. I would not read this book and I'm upset i had to look at this cover.

Portraying Daddy Thanatos on the cover feels like false advertising. Its not baddddd... but it is weird. I'll give it a confused 5/10 with room to grow.

#son of neptune #covers #cover art #art #rick riordan #percy jackson #thanatos #frank zhang #hazel levesque #rating

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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Summary: childhood friends to lovers with the asl trio hc (modern au!)

Characters: Sabo, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy

Notes: Uhhh...I didn’t just write more Sabo and Ace. 🙈 omg I really can’t get enough of these 2. Lol it was hard to write Luffy but I tried my best 😌

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Sabo

Definitely love at first sight. When he first saw you, he wasn’t sure why, but he loves you. Maybe it the way you smiled, or laughed, or your playful eyes. Whatever it was, Sabo has always like you since you were kids.

now seeing how the world isnt perfect, Sabo had only barely got to know you before he was forced to move away to London (idk why London but Oda said that Sabo was British sooo....🤷🏼‍♀️ and like if you live in London or what not just don’t for the sake of the hc 😌)

Of course before he left he made sure to make a secret email so he could still email you and his brothers. Once he got his phone he did not wait to give you his number and call.

because he still lives over sea (assuming that no one reading this lives in England...) the 2 of you would call and text all the time. Text each other good morning and how y’all slept, text through the day about every little thing, and at night the 2 of you would fall asleep on the phone (I completely forgot about the time difference so just ignore it for this)

I can’t even tell you how many time you had your phone taken up and had Ace to steal it back.

even though the 2 of you couldn’t see each other in person, only being able to call and text didn’t seem to stop you 2. You still told each other everything, sent each other memes on Insta, and called when ever you got a chance.

no don’t think that just because Sabo is over seas, Ace doesn’t know about his crush on you. 100% knows about it and 100% teases you about it. You can’t really get mad at him because if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have realized your feelings for Sabo

but with Ace knowing about Sabo crush, he made sure to keep other boys away just because he can. Sabo really didn’t ask for it but he’s still greatful anyways.

and so with any boy that has ever like you being scared away by Ace, in your senior year of highschool (Sabo is 2 years older than you so he had to wait until your senior year) Sabo fianlly came out and told you that he liked you. And surprise, surprise you like him too and as soon as those words left your lips, he dropped everything and booked the next flight. He didn’t even tell you here was flying over till he landed.

you, Ace and Luffy wasted no time and drove right to the air port. You definitely made sure to wear your running shoes because you practically sprinted to one side of the air port to the other. As soon as your eyes landed on the blonde, you jumped straight into his arms and didnt let go for a solid 10 minutes.

with sabo now home, of course y’all throw a huge party. How could you not. Literally everyone’s invited. Garp, Daran (she complains, but she happy and everyone knows it), all the straw hats, most of the whitebeard pirates, even Shanks and his crews shows up even though they hardly know Sabo. It’s just a huge party

the party could’ve gone on for days but Sabo still had to get situated. So once the party ended the 2 of you began to unpack his stuff at your house. He came over with practically nothing so it wasn’t hard. And once that’s was done, the 2 of you began to do a bunch of couple-y shit to make up for the time spent apart.

touch starve, both of you, but most Sabo. Always had to be touching you. Whether it’s holding hands, kisses on the cheek , or just hugging. He feels the need to make up for all the years he was away from you.

and you better be ready for surprise dates, like this man will not stop making you feel loved. And in all honesty you could care less about the dates, simply being with him and being able to hug him after so long is all that you need. It doesn’t take a lot for the 2 of you to feel loved at all but just let Sabo spoil you. If you don’t he’ll practically throw a fit. And plus being smothered in kisses isn’t that bad from time to time

omg I so need a fanfic like that 🤧

Portgas D. Ace

At first Ace came out cold to you, just like he did Luffy. When Ace was a child he didn’t think he deserved to be love so he contuined to stay cold but just like Luffy, you didn’t give up. You tried to make conversation and play with him and sooner or later he did come around to you.

But what really sparked his so called curiosity with you was when Sabo had told you who his dad was and you simply shrugged it off, saying, “his dad has nothing to with Ace. As far as I’m consered he’s dad’s irrelevant at this point.” It was bold for you to say but Ace liked that. From there on out there aways seemed to be a glow that followed you, like a spot light.

Ace knows everything about you, even the things you don’t know. He doesn’t do it to be creepy he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Ace knows your favorite color that changes every 3 months, how you like your pizza, how you always sleep talk, how you have a bad habit of speaking before you think and how you bite the inside of your cheek when your nervous, and how you dig your nails into your palms when your angry

He’s know you inside out and he really doesn’t mean it in a creepy way. It’s just hard to not watch you when your caught his attention. Now all throughout elementary school and middle school he didn’t think much of it. But once he was a freshmen in highschool and you were a 7th grader, and boys began to take interest in you that’s when he finally figured out: he was in love with you

of course, he had a little help from Sabo. Sabo’s best friends with Ace, how could he not notice? He thought it would be best to let Ace figure out that unknown feeling himself, seeing how Ace’s has never once thought about it. But as soon as Ace was able to figure out his feelings, Sabo was right there ready to help him out

It wasn’t hard, really. You were right by Ace when he slowly came out of his shell thanks to Whitebeard and his crew who took Ace in. And once you saw how lively and happy he got it was hard not to fall in love with him. Now that hard part was trying get together

Thatch was the the one who ended up actually getting you 2 together with the help of Sabo and Koala. Now of course, they waited until your senior year of highschool so things weren’t weird and then the plan was set into motion.

If the 2 of you had to be honest, you don’t even remember how it happened. You 2 just started dating The plan was all over the place, so the 2 of you just decided to tell each other you like them. And then boom, the 2 of you were a couple.

So like everyone always knows this but Ace won’t care of the relationship of the other one doesn’t love back. With his past he needs to know that he is loved, so while he always spoil you in kisses and acts like he is the giver in the relationship, you know well enough that he’s a receiver. You don’t mind at all anyways, seeing the fluster look at his face, is enough for you.

But that doesn’t means he does plan surprise dates, or random gifts. The relationship you 2 have is very balanced, nothing ever feels to overbearing. And I know I say this a lot but dating Ace is the best thing to ever happen

Monkey D. Luffy

Honestly the 2 of you probably met at some random park. You don’t even know how it happened. One minute you playing on the play ground, next thing you know your walking in the woods with a random boy that was about your age.

You couldn’t really complain though, the playground was getting boring and being pulling along for an adventure wasn’t bad. While on the adventure you were able to learn, surprisingly a lot about the boy. But the big take away is that his name is Luffy, he’s got 2 bigger brothers, and is around 7, about 2 years younger than you.

Definitely ended up spending the whole day with him in the woods. Y’all did everything from climbing trees, finding rare beetles, fighting animals, and playing in the ponds. You hardly met this kid yet and yet you had more fun than any other friend you met. By the time y’all headed back it was practically nighttime and, although he probably didn’t do it internationally, Luffy ended up walking you all the way to you house.

Before you could even knock on the door, your parents swung open the door and engulfed you into a crying hug while also scolding you at the same time. They were definitely giving off mixed emotions. From there, Luffy let out a loud laugh and ran off, waving by to his new friend. From that day forwards, you seemed to always be caught up in some mess with him. Y’all would meet at the park, at school, at stores, just any place where the 2 of you could have any type of fun.

This went on for a while, the 2 of you would adventure off to the woods, until Luffy’s brothers began to ask who you were. That’s when Luffy finally decided to take you to his house. It’s not that he didn’t want to take you before it’s just that he thought it would be more fun to go other places. But once Luffy brought you to his house, Dadan, the lady you learned who was taking care of them, practically had a heart attack. Seeing anything kid was the last thing she wanted. You had to tell her like 10 times that you were just here to hang out with Luffy.

It’s not like it mattered though, you were already with him so it was really like Dadan had to take care of you. But just like the other boys she definitely came around to like you. And of course, Ace and Sabo came around to like you. How could they not? It wasn’t everyday that a girl would hang out with them. Whether or not he wants to admit it, Sabo had a small crush on you. But it didn’t last long after seeing your relationship with Luffy.

The think about Luffy is that he’s not gonna know he has a crush or even realize it on his own. He doesn’t really care that much. He knows all about dating and love and the birds and the bees, he just doesn’t care as much. So Luffy didn’t notice his crush on you until you brought it up. And even once you brought it up, not much changed between you 2. Not because he doesn’t like you he just doesn’t see what’s the difference between being friends and dating.

You ended up telling him you liked him early on but you didn’t want to actually get into anything until high school. So you waited until sophomore year then you asked Luffy to date you. Of course he got a push from Ace and Sabo but Luffy was gonna say yes anyways. And thus, the 2 of you began dating.

Dating Luffy is kinda a challenge. He not one to pick up on the little things or signals, so most of the time you have to tell him straight forwards. Whether you want a kiss, a hug, or to go on a date. Although the 2 of you are dating, Luffy acts how he was before beacuse he doesn’t see how the relationship changed much. He doesn’t do it to hurt or upset you, it’s just how he sees it.

And although you have to tell Luffy what you want most of the time. Dating Luffy is surprisingly easy, too. Depending on what it is, Luffy could either be a challenge or not. Beacuse you have to tell Luffy everything communication is really strong between the 2 of you. The both of you also trust each other very much. Because Luffy doesn’t just build relationships with anyone. Once the relationship starts though, you can expect him to be very trustworthy and reliable. Luffy adores all the friendships he makes, so he’ll never befriend someone who he doesn’t trust.

#one piece #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d. ace #sabo #sabo x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #asl trio #unknownwriting💕

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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photographer!ni-ki

pairing: photographystudent!ni-ki x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: every time you went to the park you noticed a mysterious boy who would take pictures of the scenery on his cute little camera. you liked to see what he’d take pictures of from afar but one day you noticed his camera pointing straight at.. you

for ni-ki’s bday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE <33 sorry i posted a day late but i hope u all enjoy!

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“y/n!”

you groan before getting out of your bed at 10am

it was a saturday why was your mom yelling at u ..

you walked into the kitchen all sluggishly and rubbed your eyes

“you need to start taking suki on walks to the park. you need the exercise too.” your mom doesn’t even spare u a glance before walking out the door to run some errands

right

u forgot u were taking care of ur cousins dog while he was out of town... her name was suki

shes a little shiba inu AND SHES THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!!

WELP

u dont even have a choice anymore

u got somewhat ready before heading out with suki in your arms

shes so soft and fluffy

though u dont like to admit it, u kinda agreed with ur mom about u needing to exercise and get out the house

you’ve been cooped up in your room for days with no social or nature interaction

the park was about a 10 minute drive from ur house

and it was actually a really pretty park...

there was a lake and really pretty flowers everywhere and alot of gazebos and benches

and a nice open field of greenery

it basically looked like a park out of a movie

so you weren’t suprised that there was a decent amount of people there

but not too much thankfully.. or else you would’ve driven to another park with less people

you got out the car with suki and put her on the leash

let the walking begin!!!!

it was a really nice day out... the sun was shining but it wasnt too hot or cold

you led her onto the sidewalk and she began sniffing at the grass around her

whenever a few people would pass they would coo at how adorable she was

it wasnt until 5 minutes later that ur eyes locked onto a figure infront of the lake

you were just walking with suki in silence.. admiring the scenery

until u caught sight of a boy

u could only see his back but u noticed the camera over his shoulder

he was standing in one of those photographer poses where like one leg is bent and kind of out while his back is hunched to get that perfect angle of a shot

he was infront of the sidewalk railings where the lake begins and he was taking photos of the scenery across from it

it was a beautiful sight honestly

there was another sidewalk but behind it was colorful trees and blossoming flowers and bushes

u understood why he’d take pictures of it

you didnt see his face but u kind of acknowledged the boy before walking past him with suki

basically thinking he was just another passerby that you noticed making a single appearance in your life and never expecting to see him again

OH BOY U WERE WRONG

the next time you see him is 3 days later at the same park

you were walking suki again but this time at 7pm after dinner

the sun was almost done setting so the sky was getting darker but there was still a hint of the orange circle peeking from below

this time you walked further down the sidewalk path towards the scattered gazebos

and you noticed the same boy again

this time he was sat in one of the gazebos with his tiny camera in his hands

his back was hunched over again and he was looking closely at the pictures he had taken

‘oh its him again’ u thought

and that was it

LOL

u just acknowledged him in ur head AGAIN before u thought nothing of it and continued ur walk with suki

so the NEXT time u saw him was another 2 days later at 7pm again

you wanted to take suki on a quick walk

but you got tired after like 10 minutes so you sat down on a blanket u brought

suki was just laying next to u while u were on ur phone

it wasnt fully dark out yet and there was still a few people in the park

the fairy lights that were placed around were lit up already

it was super pretty and the weather was nice

after staring at ur phone for a few mins u looked up just to look around

and u saw Him again

wow

why do u keep seeing him !?!?!

his back was faced towards u like always

and he was like 40 feet away from u so he looked so tiny

but u could tell it was him because of his blond hair and black coat he always wore

you kind of zoned out and unfortunately ur eyes were trained on his back without u even noticing

and he

turned

around

for the first time EVER!!!!

its like he sensed someone staring at him

but yes he turned around with his camera in his hand

the first thing u noticed was that he got a new camera

it was a larger black one

definitely more expensive

Awe good for him!!!!!

and then u glanced up to see his face

and u made EYE CONTACT

u looked away so fast

because

He was SO CUTE.............

u awkwardly started looking to your left and tried turning ur face away from him

‘oh look at those beautiful um... birds.. yeah’

hopefully he didnt notice

*nervously sweats*

u didnt dare look back in that direction so u spent the rest of your evening in the park on ur phone or playing with suki

eventually it reached 8pm so u packed up ur stuff and went home

U were still kind of thinking about that boy....

so u were like

i need to go back

and u did Lol

u went back the next day at 6pm this time with suki

it was lighter out and the sky was beautiful

perfect for a certain boy to be taking photos

*evil laugh*

u were walking for like 15 minutes and u didnt see him anywhere :((((

the one time u go there for HIM

u settled down under a tree

suki immediately went on the blanket when u sat down too

you played tug of war with her and fed her some treats while playing

playing with her for 10 minutes straight definitely tired u out so u laid down and just stared at the sky

it was a faded blue turning into orange and pink

U were kinda bored so u sat up and started petting suki

you would occasionally glance up at the strangers walking past u

and

let me tell u what Happened..

u looked up at another lady walking her dog and went like

‘aweee that dog is so cute’ in ur head

and u took ur eyes off the dog and glanced to ur right

idk bc u felt like it

AND GUESS WHAT U SEE???!??????

THE BOY

LIKE 20 FEET AWAY

STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD

AND HE HAD HIS CAMERA UP TO HIS FACE

and it WAS POINTED AT U ??!?!

as soon as u looked in his direction he jumped and put his hands down

he like

Blushed????? and awkwardly smiled u know rubbing the neck and all that

he was embarrassed

ur cheeks were turning so red

BUT HE WAS SO ADORABLE

was kind of weird.... stalkerish but um

he cleared that up BECAUSE

He started walking over to u

he was wearing black jeans that were ripped on the knees with black high top converse

and a gray sweater with a black coat over it

HE JUST LOOKED CUTE OK

ur were like OMg []£{€]%[#{%€]£{

n he just Plop

he stood right infront of u basically towering bc u were sitting under the tree

suki noticed the boy and tilted her head like hmmmm???

u had the SMALLEST smile on ur face bc u wanted to seem friendly but not TOO friendly

he had his camera strap over his arm while he held it and his other hand was rubbing the name of his neck

“uh... sorry about that.. i didn’t mean to seem weird or anything!” he waved his hands infront of him to deny it

u just sat there while he talked like ❤️_❤️

“im uh taking photos for my class and i thought u looked nice so i took some pictures.. im really sorry i should’ve asked first now i seem weird or something im really-,”

u cut him off so he didnt ramble any longer

“no its okay! i get it” you gave him a warm smile and pet suki while she drifted to your side and kept her eyes on him

u both just stared at eachother for a few seconds before you spoke

“um.. would you like to sit?” you scooted over and made room for him in the blanket

WOW U WERE FEELING BOLD TODAY...

“uh sure” he set his camera down and sat beside u

“this is suki.. shes my cousins dog” u said when she climbed into his lap and started sniffing him

he grinned and pet her before looking up at you

“im ni-ki by the way” his cheeks turned a bit pink which u thought was cute

“y/n” you smiled

“suki seems to like you” u laughed

“so how long have you been working on this project or whatever?”

“oh um i started last week... i just have to make a portfolio of photos i take and turn it in” he said while keeping his eyes trained on suki

u noticed he didnt make eye contact with u often but u knew it was probably because he was nervous because u do that too

“can i see the pictures...?” u hesitantly ask him

his eyes light up when u say that

“yeah!”

AWE HES SO EXCITED

he picks up his camera next to him and clicks a few buttons

“oh by the way... ive noticed u at the park before! you’re always with the camera” you laugh

“ah yeah, this park is where most of my project photos are taken.”

he leans over and shows you the pictures on the device

“woah” you let out a gasp

he showed u the picture he took of you first

How does a picture look better than real life...

you’ve never really been into photography but now that you’ve seen his work u might just have to start getting into it

“this isnt even done yet, i still have to edit it so it’ll look even more perfect” he shyly says

“this is amazing what the heck” your jaw is Dropped

“thanks”

“i need to see the final result” u said because it was such a nice picture

“um.. if you give me your number i can show you it” he sent you a cheeky grin

SMOOTH.....

he was so AGGGHGGHG ur kind of obsessed

you two exchange numbers and talk about random things for a whole hour until he says he has to go

“it was really nice meeting you.. i had fun” he tells you as he starts standing up

suki is sleeping so he tries not to wake her up

“i had fun too” you smile

“would you like me to walk you to your car?”

A GENTLEMAN !!?!?!?!

“oh yeah, thanks”

you two spend another 2 minutes together as you walk side by side with suki in your arms and he held your blanket and bag for you

you reached your car and thanked him

“ill see you soon, dont forget to text me! and good luck on the project, i know you’ll do great”

“thank you..”

ni-ki’s cheeks turn pink once more before he turns around and starts walking away with a smile on his face

he is just the cutest thing ever

you definitely need to see him again

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spidey-sophie · 4 years

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Slow Down | Tom Holland one shot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warning: smut and all that comes with that

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: This is my first ever writting so feel free to comment and give me advice.

OMG not again

You thought to yourself as you were trying to enter your building. You forgot your keys yet again. It’s not unusual for you to be so distracted, with everything going on in the world right now, you were happy you had the strenght to get up the morning.

Hands were full with groceries, you were wearing a face mask and it was boiling hot outside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you groaned while you were trying to sit on the stairs, waiting for anyone to open the front so you can get in. Your white summer dress was folded but you didn’t care.

“That’s not very ladylike,” a thick British accent spoke behind you. That can only be…

“Tom! Thank God, my saviour,” you mocked his accent and got up while picking up your groceries.

“You really need to stop forgeting your keys, Y/N.” he looked you right in the eyes and gave you the prettiest smile you ever saw. And that’s when you felt it, that stupid warm feeling in your lower stomach.

Truth to be told, you were always flirty with your first neighbour. But who wouldn’t. He was cute, he had an amazing body, charming as fuck and have you mentioned already – British. Whenever you two see each other in the hallway you’ll always stand there for 30 minutes or more, talking about everything. He was always a charming ball of joy, and you were this awkward and cynical bean, but as neighbours you two worked very well.

Somehow, you never got to chill around or to become anything more than acquaintences. Sure, he was nice to look at, and he came handy when you needed to replace a lightning bulb, but that was it. Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t had a partner in five months, but right now, Tom was making your knees feel weak.

“I said, do you need any help with your bags?” yeah, he definitely thinks you're crazy.

”Hm, sure, after you.”

You were walking a few steps behind him. And you liked the view. His dark curls, followed by his tanned neck. And then those broad shoulders and that ass. And that’s when you blurted out:

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Probably nothing, staying home, maybe playing some games, why so?”

“Well, since you’ve been helping me get inside for the last 3 times, I think it’s my time to pay you back with some dinner”

“Oh wow, are you finally inviting me to your place to actually sit down, and not to help you paint your room or anything?” he leaned to his door as you were unlocking yours. He crossed his arms around his buffed chest and gave you a smile. You felt your cheeks starting to blush, you quickly turn around to enter in your flat.

“Yup, it’s your lucky day. See you around 8?”

“See you weirdo.”

Ok, what did you got yourself into! As soon as you came in your living room the wave of reality hit you. First of all you can’t cook. Well, you can make spaghetti bolognese so dinner was kind of settled. But your apartment was a mess. There was clothes on your couch. Your garbage bin was full and yes, you were ashamed, but you had some dirty dishes in the sink from the day before. You’ve been working from home for the past two months, so there was a lot to clean up.

That afternoon went by quickly, you were cleaning, showering, you washed your hair.

Should you curl your hair or would that be too much? It would probably be too much, so you opted for a messy ponytail. You searched through your closet and found a pair of leggings with a crop top. But you changed into a skirt. And then you changed again, and decided to wear a backless summer dress. Why are you thinking so hard about all of this stuff? He’s coming to have dinner, you’ll chat and laugh and that’s.

And you were shaking. Your longtime crush was coming to your place. You looked yourself in the mirror. You had your mascara on, some blush and you added a bit of pink gloss, to make your lips plumpy. Took one final look at your place. It was presentable and you were kind off proud to yourself.

The doorbell rang.

Your heart sunk down to your toes as you opened your door. There he was. He was wearing a white and cream stripped shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His hair was gelled upwards. Oh and he smelled like heaven. So intoxicating and delicious.

“Welcome to my crib.”

“I am honored to be invited in your mansion.”

Why are you guys always like this.

“So, would you like anything to drink? Pick your poison.”

“Um, do you have any beer?” he said as he was adjusting himself in your couch, facing your kitchen.

“Sure,” your breathing was heavy. As much as you were trying to be relaxed, you couldn’t. Your hands were shaking and you had to fight and urge to throw yourself on him. He was sitting there, watching you, with his legs apart. Your eyes immediately went to his crotch, but you quickly put them back up. Your eyes caught his and he quickly turned his gaze to the tv. A loud cough escaped his lips.

“Well, Holland, I have to warn you, I’m not the greatest cook, so bare with me.” You changed the subject, before it got too akward.

“Trust me, you’re better than me. Mind if I play some music?”

“Sure you can,” you said as you started to chop some onions for your sauce. He came to your computer and played some random playlist on Spotify. And that’s when The Weeknd started playing.

Great, just what you needed, some sexy tunes. That would definitely help you stop feeling this horny.

You started making your sauce and you turned around. He was looking at you, again, and started blushing when you caught him once again. You decided to ignore this and to play it cool.

“You know, I wouldn’t be mad if you come here and help me.”

He got up and came to the kitchen. Your heart started beating like crazy again. And of course, as you always do when you’re nervous you started rambling. Avoiding any eye contact, ‘cause if you look him in the eyes right now, your knees will probably give up.

“Ok, so I’ll work on the sauce and you can help me with the spaghetti. I added some water in the pot, you can add some salt and wait for it to boil, that’s when you add the spaghetti. Cook them for like 10 minutes. Or however you like them, it’s on you…” you started to get out of breath. He was silent the whole time, standing on your left, just a few steps away from you. That’s when you finally looked him in the eyes. He was looking at you all the time, with a smile on his lips and a dark flash in his eyes.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you are so beautiful,” he said, so innocently yet again so hot.

“I’m sorry, what?” but you heard him very well. It’s just that you needed to hear him say that again. You had no idea how was your heart still beating. You felt it in you chest, your throat, toes and down there. Especially down there.

“I said, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he leaned down to face you. His face was inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your face. That’s when you finally found the courage and leaned back to close the gap between the two of you. His lips tasted like beer mixed with desire and cherries.

At first, the kiss was just a peck. You put your hands up and caressed his face. Both of you opened your eyes and smiled at each other.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” he said, without giving you any time to respond, he kissed you again. This times it was more lustful. He sucked your bottom lips and that’s when his tongue touched your lips. He depend the kiss and you felt chills through your whole body. Your world was speeding up and shutting down at the same time. All of your senses were heightened, but they were only focused on him. You couldn’t hear the music but you could hear him breathing and his silent moans.

Tom picked you up and put you on the kitchen counter, not breaking the kiss. He stood between your legs, his hands were on your thighs. You bit his lip and whispered

“I want you so badly,” as you said this, he moved his hips to met yours. And that movement got you even more turned on. His hands went from your thighs to your back. Your back was warm, your whole body was boiling and his fingertips were cold. His lips were on your neck. He could feel your heartbeat. He kissed the curve of your neck and started to suck on your collarbones. He moved his hands from your back to your breasts, he cupped them with his hands, gently touching your nipples with his thumbs. A moan escaped your lips and you bucked your hips to meet his.

“Is this okay?” he asked, while kissing that soft spot under your ears.

“More than okay.”

And with those words it’s like you gave him the green light. He moved his hands to your ass, and he started sucking on your nipples. You leaned back on the counter, your hands were on his back, caressing his neck and head.

He lifted your dress and moved his hands to your core. Your panties were wet, which he saw and smirked at you.

“What?” you dared him

“Nothing, I’ve never seen a girl this wet for me before.”

He reached your lips again, this time the kiss was impatient. His tongue was warm and sweet. He moved your panties to the side and started circling with his index finger around your clit. His movements were slow, he was teasing you. As you started moaning, your hips began to buckle against his hand. You were restless. You wanted some release, but at the same time you didn’t want this to ever stop.

Tom picked up all your signs so he started moving his fingers faster. Wet traces from his lips were all over your neck and chest. The release you’ve been waiting for the whole day started to build up. The sound of your own wetness on his finger turned you on even more. Your legs was starting to shake and he gave you a little smile at how needy you are for him.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop.” And he didn’t. The blissful feeling washed all over you. You moaned into his lips, kissing him while your hands were on his back, pulling him closer. After you rode your orgasm Tom stepped back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in this world. Your eyes were wide, darkened with lust. Skin pink and glowy, your breathing was coming back to normal.

But you wanted more. You just got your release but you still needed him. As you stepped down from the counter you were sitting on, your hands went down to his jeans. He was silent, but you both knew what’s next. With one hand he helped you undress him, the other was on your ass. He removed his jeans, and you tossed away your dress and panties. He did the same with his shirt. The feeling of his skin against your chest felt like a warm summer wave. You were standing there in your kitchen, naked, making out and you’ve never felt more comfortable. Everything felt right, like it was meant to be. Your bodies were melting together, both of your hearts were pounding.

He was hard the whole time. You reached down with your hands to touch him, but the moved back. “Darling, I’m so turned on, I might cum with just one touch, and that’s not how I want to cum”.

With one hand on the small of your back he gave you a kiss. Another one on your neck. You turned around and bent over on your counter. Your legs were slightly apart. The view hypnotized him. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, but he didn’t stop looking at your pussy.

“Are you sure about this?” but he prayed that you were. You nodded, as your head turned back to watch him putting on a condom on his length.

Slowly he entered you. After a few slow thrusts he started to speed up. As much as he was trying to control himself and slow down, he started thrusting into you harder. Every thrust felt like heaven to you.

Suddenly he slowed down, and came down to your back and kissed it. He wasn’t moving, but he was still inside you.

“Baby, I can cum right now, I have to slow down,” he whimpers. Grabbing you by your neck with his hands, he pulls you up, so now you were both standing. His hand went down to your clit and the started rubbing you. The hand that was on your neck moved down to your breast, while he was slowly pounding into you.

There were no thoughts in your head. Your mind was empty. You were only focused on him slowly moving in and out of you. Like that stimulation alone wasn’t enough, he was rubbing circles around your clit with his other hand.

“I never want you to stop,” a line escaped your lips. You turned your head around and you looked into his face. His response was to put his lips on yours. He began to speed up, you were moaning and breathing into each others lips. You felt the warm sensations building inside of you again. Knees were weak so you grabbed his hand to steady yourself, cause you felt like you were about to faint. Your whole body started to shake, he felt it so he started thrusting faster into you.

“I think I’ll cum again.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You moaned so loud as you came. The pleasure hit you hard, like a fire that started between your legs, but quickly expanded through your whole body. As you came, you bent down again, while he was still inside. His hand went from your clitoris to your ass. He widened it with his hands and just that view of his dick entering you was enough to get him over the edge. The grounts he made while he climaxed almost made you cum again.

As he orgasmed, he took a few seconds to calm down. He kissed your back and removed a condom. Clothes was lying down. No words were spoken between the two of you, there were only smiles and giggles. You were never this happy and this full.

“That was something else,” finally, he broke the silence as he was buttoning his jeans. You smiled and just as you were about to say something back to him, you looked at the stove.

“Fuck our dinner is ruined!”

“Honestly, I forgot I even came here for dinner,” he said and kissed your lips again.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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We're Worlds Apart (5)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: cursing, mom being a dick :/, accidental peeping eyes, jealous draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: omg, i had to rewrite this WHOLE THING again. but now i know to write things in my google docs first

(gif cred)

Everyone at the table was silent. Your mother sat processing what had just occurred moments ago. I practice, too. You always wondered why your brother never talked too much about her whenever you were on long phone calls with him. He was pretty vague about Stephanie, and now you knew why.

Actually, it made complete sense as to why he didn't tell your mom about Stephanie being a practicing witch, but you? That was what really confused you.

“So,” you decided to break the silence, “how long have you practiced?”

Stephanie had an excited glimmer in her eyes when you asked. “I'm still a baby, I started earlier this year.” Something about her aura was soothing and pure. You scooted your chair closer to her and continued your conversation. “So you’re a Wiccan? Or do you practice something else?”

“I practice Gardnerian Wicca,” she declared. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your mother holding back a scoff. Surely she was thinking Why the hell is she encouraging this?

The ding of the oven sounded like church bells to her as it gave her an excuse to leave the room and focus on anything else. The situation was quite hysterical. But questions were in order. As Stephanie left to use your bathroom, you pulled your brother aside. “Dude, why the hell didn’t you tell me anything?”

He flinched away from your hand and started massaging the pain away from your grip, “I didn’t think it was my business to tell.”

“But you told her about me?” You asked with crossed arms. Your brother’s logic was lacking. “It… might’ve slipped, but I only told her after she told me that she’s a witch. I don’t go around campus saying ‘Hey, I’m Y/B/N Y/L/N. I’m a communications major and y’know what? My sister’s a witch.’” You weren’t upset that he told his girlfriend about you. You weren’t ashamed at all. And you weren’t really upset that he didn’t talk to you about her. Because, in a sense, he’s right.

But you like being dramatic, so you figured that while you've got your brother in your house you’d act like a petty sister. “Whatever, man. But you could’ve told Mom beforehand,” you scolded with your arms crossed. He had a scoff in his laugh, “Tell Mom? We’re thinking of the same person, right? You know she would freak.”

“She’s freaking out right now! I’d have rather her freak out earlier before she made my house look like some stupid picture in a Martha Stewart kitchen advertisement,” you whisper yelled. To think that your house could have looked as it normally did annoyed you. Grandma’s tapestry you whined internally.

Stephanie found you two in your hallway and froze in an awkward stance, “Is everything okay?” You and your brother put on your best smiles. “Yeah, just wanted to see how my baby bro is doing,” you reached up to pinch his cheeks to which he swatted you hand away. It started a playful fight that made your guest laugh in amusement. The sound of your mother announcing that dinner was ready brought the little fight to a halt. “I’ll beat your ass later,” you challenged him, fingers doing an ‘I’ve got my eyes on you’ movement.

—

He couldn't believe it.

Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini stood at his doorstep with their bags. Theo had his wand pointed out with confetti spurting out the tip. “Surprise!” he yelled.

Draco pulled them in quickly and nearly sprained his neck as he looked around to make sure no one saw his friend. “What part of 'muggle neighbors’ did you not understand” he scolded.

“Oh shit, sorry mate. I forgot.” Theo scratched the back of his head. He then glared at Blaise knowing that with his brilliant memory, he let Theo make a big mess of things. Theoretically and literally. An enchanted broom swept up the confetti on the floor.

“What are you guys doing here, I wasn’t expecting you two for another week?” Draco asked as he pulled each wizard in for a welcoming hug.

“Merlin, mate. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re disappointed to see us,” Blaise teased.

“That's not what I meant and you know that. I’m happy… just surprised.” The blond wasn't isn't used to showing this kind of side to himself. “What brings you two here early?”

“Have you ever known Theo to be patient for anything? Bloody git nearly dragged me out in the middle of work,” Blaise expressed. The Slytherin trio laughed as the two friends followed Draco through his new home. “Well, here’s the guest room. Set your things down and I’ll grab some drinks.”

For the first time since getting his phone and learning about take-out, Draco had ordered a couple pizzas to be delivered. Blaise and Theo were genuinely impressed by the whole thing. “Muggles sure do think of everything,” Theo observed.

“Almost shocked that Malfoy here adapted pretty well to them,” Blaise had a smirk on his lips before stuffing his mouth with his first ever slice. “Salazar, this is amazing.” Draco raised his eyebrows in agreement. The three men sat in the living room eating and caught up with each other.

The night was filled with laughter and tipsy hiccups. It was arguably Draco’s best night since he first moved to America. He hadn’t realized how much he missed their shenanigans since Hogwarts before it all went to shit thanks to a certain Dark Lord. He was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for them to meet his new friends.

In the middle of their laughter, Theo was seen squinting his eyes in a direction, “Oi mate, who’s that?” The two others followed his eyes which looked out a window. Sort of blurry due to the alcohol, Draco leaned forward to focus on what it was Theo was talking about.

When his vision cleared, he saw some heads moving around. And… arms flinging about? The sight was strange to say the least. Draco didn't exactly know what was going on, he watched as you stood in your living room in front of who he recognized as your mother. Sitting on your couch was some woman, and in between you and your mother was some guy.

“Is that the muggle neighbor you told me about?” Blaise observed.

“Yeah, and her mum. Don’t know the others, though.” Draco stated. He shrugged his shoulders and sat in a comfortable position. Blaise continued to look at the weird scene next door. The only pieces he could put together was that you definitely weren’t happy and neither was your mother. “She’s kinda fit, don’t you think?”

“No,” Draco didn’t hesitate to answer. His irritated voice was indication enough to not press on the matter more. And seeing as it was their first night in America, Blaise didn’t want to risk getting hexed before bed.

Draco looked at the clock on the wall which read 10:57 pm. “Shit,” he whispered. “I’m turning in. I have a meeting in the morning.” Theo was already passed out on the soft couch and Blaise walked himself to the guest room to claim the bigger bed. Once in his room, Draco chugged a bottle of water that was on his nightstand and went to sleep.

—

She finally went home. After the huge fight that broke out after dinner, your mother grabbed her things and left. Poor Stephanie had witnessed the mess and regretted coming. As much as she was glad to finally meet a fellow practicing witch, she underestimated your mother entirely.

It actually surprised you that your mother acted in such ways. Growing up, your mom never really made too much of a fuss of your Craft. But just out of nowhere, she’s making comments of this and making complaints of that. You wanted to forget Thanksgiving night all together.

Currently, you were pacing in your kitchen debating on whether or not to call Stephanie and make sure she was alright. She was nothing but sweet and kind. Didn't deserve to come home with your brother and have some woman blow up. Your mother hit some random nerve in the middle of your conversation that you carried on about what Steph’s practice consisted of and yelled about her whole family getting full of ‘damn weirdos’.

The best thing to come out of it was that you were able to bring back all your original decorations and stored all the stuff your mother bought in the garage.

Thinking about it started to give you a migraine. You walked to your bathroom and started to fill the tub with the hottest water you could take. As it filled, you went to the comfort of your room and undressed. You opted out on bath salts and oils; just the warmth of the water would be enough to settle your nerves.

Before you could remove your bra, you felt a weird shiver up your spine. Something in the air made you feel tense. You wanted to assume that it was negative energy that your mother left behind, but it felt different than that. No, you felt a presence in your home. Or worse, from somewhere else.

You turned around and widened your eyes in horror. A man that you didn’t know nor have ever seen before looks at you from the window of your neighbor, Draco’s room. As soon as it processed to him that you were looking back, he quickly shut the curtains again. At that moment, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you forgot to shut your blinds.

You sat in your bathtub still shocked that a complete stranger almost saw you naked. Had you even gone further a couple seconds or ignored your instincts, he could have seen everything. You dunk your head into the water and scream under it. This day can’t get worse you thought.

But oh, how it can. You performed your house cleansing spell and as soon as you set the censor dish down, the doorbell rang. You opened the door and was face to face with the same man who saw you. “Hello,’ he said. You recognized the accent, how it sounded like Draco’s.

Shyly, you nodded your head and said a soft ‘hi’.

“Listen, I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for… for what happened,” presumably Draco’s friend apologized.You stood there a bit shocked and flustered. “I swear I’m not a bloody pervert. Mate doesn't have any light in his room so I’d thought I’d do him a favor. Guess that didn't turn out so well,” he sheepishly chuckled. It made you laugh as well. It was decided that it was just an honest mistake.

“It’s okay. I should’ve closed my curtains so I guess it goes both ways,” a blush was spread across your cheeks. The more you looked at him, the more you studied his gorgeous features. “I’m Y/N. You must be Draco’s friend,” you extended your hand out for him to shake. He took it in his and you nearly melted into his smooth skin.

“Yes, I am. I’m Blaise.”

—

Draco returned home with a pounding headache and stiff neck. He had never felt more tired than he did in this moment. He saw Theo sitting on his couch reading the Daily Prophet with one hand and holding a cup of tea in the other. It was funny to Draco because he explicitly remembers Theo promising that he would never become his father who did this exact thing.

Looking around his surroundings, he noticed how his other best friend wasn’t around. “Where’s Zabini?”

“I think he went out for a walk,” Theo guessed. “Think he’s been gone for about an hour now that I think about it.” He put his paper down and mirrored the look of curiosity that was also on Draco’s face. Seconds later, the devil himself walked into Draco’s home. The look on his face was the same he had back in Hogwarts. A look Draco and Theo knew all too well.

“How? Actually no, scratch that. Who?” Theo pressed on instantly. Draco was also interested as to how Blaise somehow seduced a woman a day into his vacation in the foreign country. “You gits really want to know who?” They both nodded. He stood hesitantly but kept the smirk on his face, “Your muggle neighbor, Y/N.”

Theo stood up and gave Blaise a high-five, “You still got the magic touch I see.”

“Please never say that again,” Blaise sighed. He went on to explain everything that just happened, how he accidentally saw you, how he went over and how you invited him in for coffee and talked for about an hour. Well, mainly flirted. Then he talked about how he acted coy and wanted to know whatever was nice in town and when you told him about a French restaurant uptown, he used it as a way to ask you on a date.

Blaise was explaining everything, but it all sounded quiet to Draco. He couldn’t hear a word out of his friends mouth after he said your name.

“Mate, you alright? You look pale,” Blaise looked concerned.

Draco snapped out of it and lied through his teeth, “I’m fine. Just tired and slightly hungover is all.” Lie? Why would I be lying about this? Wait… why am I lying about this?

“Oh, well I can make the thing my mum makes for hangovers if you’d like,” Theo offered.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just get some rest.” Draco walked to his bedroom and removed the necktie around his collar. As he walked in, he saw how his curtain wasn’t fully closed. He opened it slightly and as he looked across, he saw you sitting in a chair in your bedroom. You seemed to have been in a haze before you looked up and met your eyes with his. You waved gently and Draco, as he always does now, nodded his head and closed the curtains.

This can’t be real.

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