#and the the narrator would be easy to fluster

[creationsofimaginationsblr]

IVE HAD A VISION

Tsp(ud) as a dating sim

It starts out normal, with the options to befriend or romance the narrator, Stanley, Mariella, and the curator.

Then it gets more unhinged.

If you break the game in certain ways, or trigger certain events, you can romance/befriend the time keeper, the bucket, the adventure line(tm), the lovebug virus, the wife/mannequin, and even the person guiding you on your flirting/befriending journey.

[ladylucksrogue]

OUHH PROMPTS!! hello!! Can I get 25 for codywan pretty please? I love seeing them flustered sjfhdh. There's nothing quite as exciting as pining while having a misunderstanding lol

Thank you so much for the ask and sorry for the delay. Hope it was worth the wait! I love seeing these two get flustered too. Although this is a bit more one-sided pining and flustered. Cody's a bit of an unreliable narrator here though, haha Prompt: kiss that's an accident

Cody was in a perpetual state of exhaustion so deep that even caf had stopped working. He figured nothing short of a lightning strike would revive him.  There was little hope of that.  Not on a world as dry as this one. He made a final sweep of the camp, ensuring everything had the semblance of order in the chaos.

His tent was being set up by a few well-meaning troopers, and at some point, he’d probably drag himself into it, faceplant on his bedroll, and try to sleep. For now, the rock he crouched down in front of would have to do. He leaned back against it, feeling a creak, whether from his armor or his joints, he wasn’t entirely sure. Everything ached.

With a sigh, he removed his helmet, letting the dusty air hit his face as he settled against the rock. His helmet stayed within easy reach, but for now, he closed his eyes.

At some point, a distant boom shook him awake. He scrambled for his helmet, more asleep than alert, when a hand on his arm stilled him. Blinking blearily, Cody turned and found himself staring at the General.

“General?” It spoke volumes about his level of exhaustion that he hadn’t noticed Obi-Wan approaching. The Jedi had made himself comfortable, sitting next to Cody with a datapad and a cup of tea.

“At ease,” Obi-Wan said softly, his eyes bright even in the dim light, both amused and concerned.

“Artillery?” Cody managed to ask.

“Several klicks out, according to imagery. We’re safe for now. Rest,” Obi-Wan assured him.

Cody relaxed, but only slightly. Another shell echoed through the night. “They’ll do that all night. They know we need sleep.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, lips quirking into that little smile that said, Business as usual. And it was. Nothing new. So Cody tried, once more leaning back and closing his eyes, waiting for the next thing that demanded his attention.

Maybe it was a blast that initially woke him. But it was the realization that he was leaning heavily against Obi-Wan’s shoulder that really shook him awake. His eyes snapped open. How had that happened? Had Obi-Wan moved closer? Had he? It should have been uncomfortable, awkward even, but it wasn’t. Not really.

Somehow, his head had come to rest against Obi-Wan’s shoulder in such a way that he’d actually slept soundly. For once.

But now, they were too close. Cody could smell the faint trace of Obi-Wan’s aftershave, the familiar smell of tea, and something else, was that beard oil? Did he use beard oil? His beard did look soft. Cody shut down that thought immediately. He had no business thinking about his General’s beard when artillery was lighting up the sky somewhere near camp. Or ever really.

Then Obi-Wan shifted, turning his head as if to say something, probably to reassure Cody that they were still safe. But another blast hit closer, and Obi-Wan flinched, as did he. Instead of words, his lips brushed against Cody’s cheek. Their noses brushed, and for a moment, everything stilled.

Time stopped. Cody’s heart slammed against his ribs as a rush of breath left his lungs, louder than the artillery, louder than anything. His focus tunneled in on Obi-Wan, on the warmth of his lips, and the eyes locked onto his own. Eyes that looked like waves flecked with green.

Cody wanted to apologize, to make some excuse. But that would mean acknowledging it, admitting that he wasn’t sorry at all.

A flash of light burst overhead, and General, composed as ever, smiled that infuriating smile of his, like battle was a game he enjoyed.

“Duty calls,” Obi-Wan said, as if nothing had happened. He stood and offered his hand to Cody, his comm buzzing urgently.

Cody took the offered hand, still feeling the warmth on his face as he was pulled to his feet. He slipped his helmet back on, trying to shake off the moment, but he couldn’t. Even as the battle loomed and the night pressed on, one thought remained.

He'd been right. His beard was soft.

[jinkoh]

Pentagon - s/o has a panic attack

SFW; gender-neutral reader

anon requested: Could you do a ptg ot9 where they walk in to you having an anxiety/panic attack? I’ve been having them a lot lately and I know they’d be so comforting 🥹

a/n: tysm for your request ❤️ I'm very sorry to hear about your panic attacks. I hope these can give you a little comfort!

I went for a scenario where it's the first time they are with you while having a panic/anxiety attack, since I'd assume that with time they would adjust their reaction to match your individual needs as best as possible. I hope you'll like it!

Always feel free to stop by in my ask box to talk or to request something else❤️

Masterlist

Jinho

Jinho tries to find out as quickly as possible what you need and how to get it. If you're responsive he'll straight up ask how to help you in the situation. If you aren't able to talk to him, he tries to figure it out in different ways, but he'll still talk to you. Might try to get you back by telling you basic information, like the date and time, the place you're at and most importantly the fact that he's there with you.

Hui/Hoetaek

He's probably dying to comfort you with physical touch, like giving you a tight hug, holding your hand or rubbing your back. If he knows you're okay with it in situations like this he does just that, maybe softly talk to you too. He might just tear up a little because it pains him so much to see you like this.

Hongseok

Hongseok would be really good at dealing with this kind of situation. He stays calm and talks you through breathing exercises or other coping mechanism he knows can help with panic attacks. He will give you a big bear hug after you calmed down a little (and if you're okay with that).

Shinwon

I know Shinwon is a scaredy cat and all that but I'm convinced he would handle this pretty well. He doesn't get anxious or panics about this. Instead he crouches down in front of you and starts shifting your attention towards something else. Shinwon probably tells you something incredibly trivial, like details about his last trip to your local grocery store. But because it's so trivial, it's also easy for you to follow his words and calm down.

Yeo One/Changgu

Changgu tries to make you focus on soothing sounds. If there are any sounds or noises he knows you like or find calming, he makes/plays them for you while quietly narrating what he's doing. He looks at you with the sweetest smile once you calmed down a little because and he's so proud of you for making it through that.

Yanan

I think he's a little panicky himself. Yanan wants to help so much but he's also scared to do something wrong. Is he supposed to talk to you? Call someone? Can he touch you? He doesn't know so he's a little hesitant. Eventually he settles on sitting next to you and timidly talking to you, maybe rubbing your back or upper arm if you seem okay with that. A little later, maybe a day after, he'll ask you to tell him what you need from him in situations like these so he can do a better job next time.

Yuto

He's the quiet type, not really saying much, but making sure you know he's there for you. If you allow it he hugs you or holds your hand. If you have the need to talk or cry, he listens calmly, making small hums and noises from time to time to show that he's paying attention and to reassure you that he's there for you.

Kino/Hyunggu

Hyunggu is very sweet and gentle, asking you to focus on his voice and praising you for doing so well when you nod or reply. He paints a picture with his words for you, making you imagine a meadow or the ocean or a place he knows you love. He praises you even more once you've calmed down a little.

Wooseok

Another one who feels a little flustered and helpless about it. Wooseok wants to hug you and talk to you but it probably ends up being a little clumsy. He might just give it a quick google search because he so desperately wants to do the right thing to help you out. Later on when you've calmed down again, he'll communicate how helpless he felt. He doesn't want you to feel guilty about it and makes sure you know that. But he does ask you for pointers on what to do should it happen again.

Masterlist

[iheart-nana]

ix. silent confession

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CHAPTER NINE ─ silent confession.

❛ drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain. ❜

Narrator's Perspective

Eunyoung, still clad in her school uniform, strode along the sidewalk. Her shoes splashed against the wet pavement like a soft rhythm. She could distinctly hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops on Sunjae's blue umbrella, which she clasped tightly to shield herself from the cool raindrops that splashed against her legs. The rain poured down relentlessly as Eunyoung smiled looking at the unexpected downpour, thinking of the day she and Sunjae ran through the rain, their laughter muffled by the roaring wind. The scene played in her mind like a flashback in a movie. His laugh, his dimple and the creased corners of his eyes, all appeared before her eyes vividly.

Approaching the swimming pool, she heard a hushed conversation over the raindrops. Thinking it was Sunjae, she walked towards the sound, eager to see him blooming in her heart. However, she stopped in her tracks the moment she was in earshot as she heard something she shouldn't have.

"That bastard, Ryu Sunjae, is a superstitious fellow," said one voice, filled with devious intent, "He wears his competition swim trunks the day before the competition. If we hide them, he'll be completely thrown off."

"It can't be that easy, can it?" Eunyoung intervened.

The two boys, who assumed they were alone, jumped in shock on hearing her voice. Realising they were caught red-handed, all they could do at first was stand and stare while wondering how to defend themselves.

"Cat got your tongue?" Eunyoung observed their flustered state, her eyes glaring daggers as she stepped towards them, "I think now would be a good time to run, don't you? Before I get the chance to tell the school what you were up to." They weren't expecting to be seen, considering the odd time at which they were lurking around the school. Afraid of the consequences, the two troublemakers bowed in fear and scurried away.

On hearing the main gate creak open slowly, she rushed towards it, hoping to see Sunjae. To her relief, this time it really was him. His initial surprise morphed into a slow, genuine smile that spread across his face. The relieved sigh that escaped her lips mingled with the creak of the closing gate. Sunjae was at a loss for words; all he could do was call out her name, "Eunyoung?"

"Hmm, it's me," she smiled, stepping under the shelter of the swimming pool building. Her hand stretched forward, holding the umbrella over his head, "I thought you might need this."

Ryu Sunjae's Perspective

My eyes widened as I stood agape, my speech failing me as I gazed at Eunyoung who stood before me, smiling as she held my blue umbrella over my head. She arrived like a ray of sunshine amidst the pouring rain, her face lighting up in a bright smile as she looked up at me. For a moment, the clatter of the rain against the roof of the swimming pool building was replaced by the frantic beating of my heart, which threatened to jump out of my chest any second. Her slightly damp hair fell gracefully over her shoulders. Little beads of sweat trickled down her face that seemed sculpted by the Gods themselves─ had she walked here? for me? 

Seeing her in front of me evoked a feeling of deja vu. I had been here before, speechless on seeing her face the day we first met and ran through the rain. Her sweet voice lingered like an echo, replaying in my mind like an echo, "I thought you might need this." I was unsure if she repeated herself because of my lack of reply or if my mind had replayed it like a movie scene I rewound because it was so beautiful I wanted to see it over and over again.

"Thanks," I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper, just enough for her to hear me.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" she asked jokingly, "Or do you plan on going home anytime soon, Mr. Ryu Sunjae?"

A slow smile tugged at my lips despite my efforts to conceal it, a silent confession of the effect she had on me. "Shall we, then?"

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Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

While Sunjae and I walked under the blue umbrella, I spent most of the time glancing up at him discreetly.  The rain blurred out everything around me but his face, hypnotizing me completely. His features held a captivating contrast─ the clean lines of his jaw were softened by the gentle curve of his lips and his full, slightly flushed cheeks. But it was his eyes that truly stole my breath away. Glassy and clear, they held a depth that had entire galaxies within them. Each fleck of colour, like tiny stars scattered across the irises, shimmered with a hidden light, reflecting a kindness and sincerity that made my heart skip a beat. He seemed to be looking straight ahead, deep in thought.

 Seeing him up close like this, memories of the Eclipse concert resurfaced. The fleeting touch of our fingers that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach was still clear in front of my eyes. The news that shattered my whole world that night still tugged at my heartstrings as I gazed at Sunjae's face. I was terrified, terrified to lose him and terrified that my efforts wouldn't ever be enough to save him. I wish I could hold onto him and never let go, protecting him from being hurt. I wanted this moment to last forever so he would never meet his untimely end.

Sunjae's father's restaurant came into view as the hammering of the rain had softened to a drizzle. Our synced steps came to a halt in front of the brightly lit building. Both of us lingered there, standing still, slowly turning to look at each other. I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Your swimming competition is tomorrow, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he replied, returning my smile with an unexplained warmth.

"I'll come cheer for you," I said, my smile widening at the sight of the dimple on his right cheek.

I want to believe in you, Sunjae. I want you to win the gold medal tomorrow and many times after that.

"You will?"

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nayoung's notes: sorry for no taemi content ⫪⫪ delphi is probably cursing at me while reading this lmfao. something possessed me when i wrote this istg. or maybe this is a description of what i felt seeing sunjae lol. look forward to the next chapter 👀 hope you liked this one!

delphi's notes: i love taesung but they're cute too ngl. (≧▽≦)

next chapter: saturday (out now!) list of chapters here!

[7ban-sama]

Hahaha...

... for various reasons, I didn't have time to finish composing this drafted post about 'Nene's reaction to Tsukasa's kiss'. My mood about this was, 'oh well' (you don't always meet your goals of getting your thoughts out...) shouganai ne. Let's just be patient and wait for the actual chapter.

However,

This promo image is certainly bolstering me! Hahaha. It's exactly what I would expect from her-!! Oh, Yashiro, you poor thing...

I'll just quickly consolidate my post, a few hours before the next chapter... In celebration of our lovely protagonist's nature.

Which is... that of a hopeless romantic! At the start of the manga, we establish Nene as someone who, more than anything, wishes to be in a relationship. Beyond that, she's also a naive, childish person, who gets caught in 'flights of fancy'... It is not uncommon for Nene to quickly get carried away in her inner narration. She's liable to compare an event to a scene in a shoujo manga, or act out her thoughts in a little puppet-show in her mind. Dramatization!

... While she may not always be the most accurate with this line of thinking, it's an endearing way to process things. It represents a sort of... straightforwardness.

After the immediacy of her mind running wild — she is capable of mellowing out, and becoming more properly pensive... She can be thoughtful as well, of course.

And I think Nene has only been getting more and more perceptive, capable of threading information together.

With all this in mind, thinking back to the Nene being kissed...

Her reaction to it is less severe than Hanako's. But why would that be-? Well... I think, it's certainly perplexing — but it can't be as earth-shattering as it is for Hanako; someone with an entire loaded history with Tsukasa. Knowing how obsessive Tsukasa was over Amane, and how isolated both the twins were (seemingly forming no other close bonds) — perhaps, it was unfathomable for Hanako to assume that Tsukasa would do anything like this.

From Nene's perspective, however... She lacks all that information; she only has what she has seen/experienced, between Hanako and Tsukasa / Tsuksa and herself, to go off of. As a result, I think her confusion manifests far more simply.

Does Tsukasa... like me? This whole time, is that what he felt?

Why else... would he kiss her? What else is a girl to conclude. After all, when Hanako kissed her back at the Misaki stairs...

... she wound up at this conclusion. And I think it certainly isn't wrong of her to think about, considering the fact that — yes, of course Hanako likes her, and is flirting with her actively. When she reflects on all his behaviors, confers with Aoi, that's the most logical conclusion. Why else would he do all of that?

Even if Hanako himself is imperceptive to his budding feelings for Nene, his actions speak clearly for him.

I love that this has happened repeatedly, even... Haha, can't you picture a Tsukasa version? It's delightful.

Once past the initial confusing, questioning Tsukasa's feelings... I believe Nene will also be unable to control her organic to response to... being pursued, by multiple boys... Even if, say, Nene is incorrectly assuming that the twins are "fighting for her", don't you think it would be easy for a girl to draw such a conclusion and be flustered by it? The humble Nene, whose greatest fear is that she would be so undesirable, that every guy in the vicinity would reject her (ala Hell of Mirrors...) Always being rejected, or demeaned for her appearance — if, somehow, not just one, but TWO!! whole boys liked her, wouldn't that have to feel...

EXCITING-!?

Well, I shall now simply leave these images of Nene-chan fantasizing about several hot guys coming after her.

And ah, this is worth including:

(Worth noting Nene wishes to be a mature, older senpai that you defer, seek guidance from... as the Yugi are also middle schoolers.)

And this.

Hmm. It certainly feels relevant, I suppose...

Perhaps Nene is actually well suited to the predicament she has gotten herself in? Having spent so much time obsessing over romance and drama, and inundating herself with such concepts. Maybe she will be... surprisingly open-minded about Tsukasa's gesture. Is it as exciting as it is alarming? However much time she will spend frozen (or not), thinking to herself, she will have time to really consider what it would mean if Tsukasa liked her-! What does that mean for her? While she's just considering becoming Hanako's girlfriend...

Hehe, the promo image has Tsukasa saying, Whatever belongs to my brother belongs to me too... It's already so outlandish, Neneeeee, you're killing meee... She is so funny and cute. WHEREVER THIS GOES-!! I'M EXCITED, AIDAIRO-SENSEI!!!! You have made a wonderful protagonist for your silly romance manga.

[radellama]

13, 18 (something from Men of Mystics!), 29, and 36!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Hmm... I feel like the hardest and easiest thing is writing characters uniquely. In bigger projects, I care about the characters and put a lot of effort into making them feel like they have depth and are themselves - butttttt also it's hard to not make everyone sound like me. I think the effort shines through, but the social aspects of characters is really difficult for me, esp when I want them to come across a certain way

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

(WAUGH I MISS MEN OF MYSTICS SO I'LL GIVE A PREVIEW OF VERY FAR INTO THE FUTURE)

"Well aren't you just a bundle of contradiction." Flea mused.

"Pardon?" Harland asked.

Flea sauntered up to harland, circling around him as he spoke.

"A friend to both sides of the war." He swatted harlands hair from his shoulder, watching it fall as harland avoided eye contact. "A pacifist whose work has made weapons."

Harland opened his mouth to defend himself, but flea dragged his finger across his chest. Harland couldn't help but get distracted as the generals nail tugged at his collar.

"I don't make weapons." He said, unable to hide the slight waver in his voice.

Flea pouted at him condescendingly. "You may not make them, but would they exist without you?"

Harland clenched his jaw.

"Even when you fight-"

"I don't fight." Harland interrupted.

"EVEN WHEN YOU FIGHT," Flea continued, "you are offensively defensive."

Flea smiled, enjoying Harland struggling to keep himself composed. He stood in front of him, tracing his jawline. "What a contradictory mess of a man…”

SO.... This is one of the core moments for harland that I wanted to get right... So here's the draft of it so far lol. I wanted this confrontation in particular to not only question Harlands actions and involvement in the war, but also to show how his character is starting to fracture.

The initial conception of harland was just to give Magus an epic boyfriend to be gay with, but as I also wanted it to be a love letter to his character, as Harland developed more I realised that the ONLY way I wanted to write a romance like this, would be to explore the good AND bad of both Harland and Magus. It's a little difficult to explain, but I want the two men to rub off on each other (😏) and slowly corrupt until they need to question their very core and ideals. Like, think about it... A war lord and a pacifist being together is.. So strange. I knew early on in creating this story that harland would start off nieve and relatively sheltered in his point of view, and that you as the reader would get hints towards the fact that harland is an unreliable narrator and that it will become more apparent when he starts to crack. Harland will become Magus and Magus will become Harland, they will corrupt each other, they should've been more like each other, they should've stayed themselves. It's an all consuming romance that lasts beyond their time as a couple. And in this passage it only feels appropriate that Flea, a master of illusions, is the one to force him to see reality. But, yknow, in the provocative way he likes to do because it's just sooooo easy to get harland all flustered and it's really funny

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Literally anything and everything babbbeeeyyy!! I strongly believe that if you limit your inspiration and over think them, you're fucking yourself over. I feel like being inspired and letting inspiration come are different things, and you can't force either of them lol, you just gotta let it come as it will.

When I'm struggling to think of things, I'll often try to work backwards or go through inspiration things I've collected. It really helps to collect it all and keep it somewhere you can access easily enough, so you can go through it to try jog your memory. I'm sure some people have noticed that I tag a lot of interesting stuff for my characters Abe and Orc, and that's a pretty good example of what I mean by not limiting inspiration lol... Curating stuff in your mind can be really helpful cause you learn to look at and think of what parts inspired you, and how you wanna work on that inspiration with your skills and strengths.

ALSO another thing that helps when I'm feeling pretty dry is to just spitball and be curious. Curiosity is pretty straight forward, just ask questions and try to learn more about stuff and deepen your understanding of things, who knows what kinds of things you can be inspired by!! My st au is inspired by star trek and chrono trigger and mushrooms and hive minded parasites. Abe and Orc is inspired by the interesting things that happen in the mundane, by staircases and history and cutlery and genitals and the weird thresholds between strangers and friends. These all kinda sound disconnected but like.. They're so linked! Whenever the stories get to parts where you see how they're connected I hope you'll remember how strangely my brain collects and curates insp haha.

Like... Who knows!? Maybe you'll end up inspired listening to your friend talk about their dads worm farm, or while you're absently mindedly catching the bus home, or when you're passively watching a documentary on household appliances in Victorian England - things you'd never think you could relate to what you want to work on. A varied creative diet is important, and I also think recognising the fact that things that DON'T inspire you (ie, that actively pisses me off / feel negative insp for this) can be just as helpful as things that do >:)

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

I know that I know nothing... Soooo... Who give a shit.

I think a lot of people get caught up in like... 'I don't know [subject matter] so I shouldn't write it!!!1!" BUT it's contradictory when the same kinds of people write escapist fantasies about being rich and having it all. You can draw some very real and evocative scenarios from transforming your lived experiences into fiction and explore them- but I don't think people should discount that we KNOW we want to write things bigger than ourselves... I try to follow more of a "I KNOW when it feels good" for whatever purpose I'm writing for. If I wrote exclusively in what I "know," there'd probably be too much repetitive and boring shit because I only "know" so much

Send weird writers asks

[xiv-wolfram]

Pet Names - Comic Script

Prequel - Age 25

Roughly 15 years before the events of A Realm Reborn, Wolfram (the future Warrior of Light) and Raubahn Aldynn have been together for about a month. They're due for some silly cuteness.

Catch up on my WoLComics (Chronological List)

Part 1 - Calf

 Sparring in that area east of Vesper Bay. (Wolf is in very little armor.) Narrator Wolfram and Raubahn had been dating for about a month, when the storyteller decided it was time they had a comic that was pure fluff. Enjoy.

 Rau smirks, eyebrow raised - “Are you sure you don't want to borrow some more armor? It may be a bit big, but I don't want to hurt you. Especially the first time sparring together.”

 Wolf beams standing confidently with rapier - “I don't like to be weighed down. Besides, I have no intention of letting you hit me with that blunt sword.”

 Rau skeptical - “You know you're about to duel with a professional, right?”

 Wolf smug - “Aye, and you would undoubtedly best me in the Bloodsands, but I have my own methods of achieving victory.”

Rau thought - ‘I’ll have to go easy on him.’ Rau confused look, battle stance - “Fine, have it your way.”

Wolf grins suggestively /battlestance - “I'll have you whichever way I want. You know that by now.” 

 Rau blushes as he blocks Wolf’s downward slash. Thought - ‘Is he trying to get me flustered?‘

Wolf jumps backwards - “So what is the whole ‘Bull of Ala Mhigo’ thing about?”

Rau charges - “What do you mean?”

Wolf flips over him.

Wolf lands, grinning - “I don't think the name suits you at all.”

Camera at side or Rau’s back. Rau doing a horizontal slash. Wolf bending backwards to dodge. Rau - “How so?”

Swords clash. Rau slashing down from left. Wolf blocking up from lower right. Raubahn surprised thought - ’He'll snap the damned blade doing that! You dont’ block with a smallsword!’

Wolf pulls up. Faces close. Wolf smiles flirtatiously. - “You should have a name that fits how cute you are.”

Rau blush and backs up sword half raised - “You are calling me *cute*? Not ruggedly handsome or charmingly imposing - but *cute*?”

Camera at Wolf’s back. Wolf grins smugly, right hand pointing sword half raised. - "Aye, you can be described in many ways, but *cute* is at the top of my list.”

Wolf sword out at side, moving forward. Rau's sword lowered. -  Like that face you’re making now - adorable. How about the Calf of Coldhearth?”

Rau WTF face, drops sword. - “A calf? Like a baby bull?”

Wolf holds him with left hand. His sword is down but still in hand. “Aye, my cute little Calf - much more fitting." 

Rau puts arms around Wolf - “Gods you're strange.”

They kiss.

Breaking from the kiss, Wolf grins - “Maybe, but I do believe that I technically won this duel.”

Rau looks down at his sword - “Aye, and it's the last one until we get you proper armor.”

Part 2 - Pup

Shot of sapphire exchange, they’re walking down street holding hands

Speaking to merchants

Walking along the road. Wolf says casually with a smile - “Hey Calf, when are you going to ask me to move in with you?”

Rau stops and blushes, looking slightly annoyed - “Wolfram, do you really have to call me that in public? What if another gladiator hears you?”

Wolf grins suggestively, standing closer - “Well if you'd prefer I could start shouting it in private instead."

Rau visibly flustered - “Oh gods. Carry on then.”

Rau makes a faux pouty face - “Although it isn’t fair. You don't have an embarrassing pet name.”

Wolf smiles coyly - “Well you haven't given me one yet.”

Rau amused - “Ah so that’s how it works?”

Rau thinks - “Alright then... pup.”

Wolf puts his arm around Rau’s waist. Beaming - “Ah, because of my name?”

Rau smug holds him “Yes...and that little growl you do when… Well, anyroad you didn't say it needed to be creative, merely *cute*.”

Wolf smiles - “Aye, well it is indeed cute. I accept.”

They kiss.

Break from the kiss, heads together smiling. Rau - “Now come along pup - we'll go to the inn for your belongings.”

Catch up on my WoLComics (Chronological List)

[as8bakwthesage]

💌🥰💭 for the ask game!!! :3

I have brainrot for several of my F/Os so I'll discuss The Narrator, Obi-Wan, and Dr. Cockroach!

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

The Narrator would write a short but ultimately passionate letter. His eloquence doesn't betray him, in fact, his feelings fuel the vocabulary. Obi-Wan would probably be to the point but it definitely reads like he trying to remain a gentleman and often says stuff like "only if you want to" and "your feelings ultimately matter in the end." And Dr. Cockroach would be too flustered to write a one, his usual suave is gone in the moment he sits to write it. When he finally manages to write, all he writes is "You make me so happy. I love you."

🥰 - What little thing do they do makes you happy?

The Narrator when he rambles. He has the warmest and loveliest of voices! It makes me absolutely flustered. But also him just holding my hand. Obi-Wan not going easy on me when he duel and how him making my favourite tea in the morning. And Doc helping me plant sage in my garden.

💭 - If you could read their mind, what thoughts would they have about you?

The Narrator's thoughts about me would make me absolutely flustered and happy. They consist of just pure adoration. Obi-Wan's thoughts are more subdued, but there is that constant affection and thinking about my needs always. And Doc thinks about how incredible I am and would marvel at my power, but he is also an absolute sap about me. A real malewife.

[fairyofthestar]

AGAINST ALL ODDS 30: defying the odds

[narration ahead !]

you giggled as you read your friends' tweets, especially endeared at the fact that hyuka wanted to be at an aquarium as much as you did.

"we'll surely see them soon. we should eat dinner together, i'll tell hyeju and lia," you looked up from your phone and towards taehyun to see him already looking at you. truthfully, he wanted you all to himself the whole day but with your eyes sparkling like how light is reflected on the water in front of you, how could he say no? he gave you a smile that showed his deep dimple and nodded, "sure."

being taehyun, he had a plan and he planned to open up his feelings to you again and see if he was able to win you back. he would be lying if he said he had an idea of how you felt for him. maturing meant a person's behavior and how they project their feelings would change and he could see how much you changed in that sense.

before, it was easy for him to spot your adoration for him, but now? you treated him like you would treat the rest of the boys. and yes, that includes the pinching of cheeks and hand holding. you were always open to skin ship towards your friends. so, it made him feel confused and it made him lose a little hope sometimes as he watched you coddle hyuka and treat him like he's the most precious baby of the group (he is).

"come on! there's not much people under the tunnel now," his self-conflict was interrupted by your quiet but excited voice. you hooked your arm around his and dragged him under the tunnel, where a breathtaking assortment of sea creatures swam freely. the tunnel was always packed, so being under it with little to no people felt very peaceful for the both of you.

taehyun bit his lip as you let his arm go to move closer to the clean glass. would this be the perfect chance to initiate his plan? his palms started sweating at the thought. if he misses the chance to tell you how he felt, he might not get the chance to do it again. things will be busy for you again as the final term is fast approaching and he might not even have the chance to see you as much, which he's not looking forward to.

he cleared his throat.

"y/n?" he called. you turned towards him and he felt his heart stutter. you were so stunning like that; eyes filled with happiness, a small smile on your face, your body engulfed in a beige sweater that you borrowed from him ages ago but never thought of giving it back to him (he never asked).

he felt like he couldn't speak for a moment.

instead, he reached out his hand for you to hold and you gladly took it, intertwining your hand with his. they looked like they were made for each other.

"are you having fun so far?" he asked.

you nodded, your smile not faltering. "it's the best date i've been on. the only date i've been on actually." that gave him a bit of relief and it made him feel a bit proud of himself. he was your first date. it made the clouds in his mind slowly clear up.

"i don't know how i'm going to start this. i had this whole plan on how i was going to approach this but for some reason, i can't remember exactly what i was supposed to say," he rambled and your face slowly fell. the way he spoke with his eyebrows knit together, his face showing clear signs of distress, did not sit well in your stomach. you knew that bad news was about to come.

"is... is this going to be our last date?" you asked quietly, disappointment evident in your tone.

taehyun's eyes widened and he frantically shook his head, flustered. "no! no, this isn't our last date. i want more dates with you. i'm so crazy for you, i don't think i can handle being away from you again,"

your heart started racing at his words. as a way to calm him and yourself down, you squeezed the hand that was holding his. "taehyun, i'm not going anywhere," you said softly.

he gulped and took a deep breath. "i'm sorry, it's just... i didn't want you to get the wrong idea,"

you nodded. "i'm listening."

"y/n, this past month has been the best one i've ever had and it's all because of you. just the thought of having you near me even as a friend makes me feel like i'm alive, but it's just isn't enough for me. i want to hold you closer, i want to kiss you whenever i want, i want to watch you sleep and trace your every feature with my eyes without being scared of being caught and you thinking i'm weird for it. i want to be able to call you mine once and for all,"

"i know i still have a long way to go to earn your trust, but i promise you, i won't do the same mistake again. i know what i want now, and what i want is you. it's always been you and it will always be you. i don't think i will ever love a person as much as i love you," taehyun took a step closer to you and you swear your heart could burst at any moment.

"will you please give me another chance? we'll take things as slow as you want it to be. i've already waited a long time, i can wait longer as long as i get to call you my partner," he finished, hope swimming in his eyes.

you could feel your head spinning at his sudden confession, but you were happy. you were so fucking happy. without saying a word, you placed a quick peck on taehyun's lips. his eyes widened in a comical way and you giggled.

"you've already earned my trust and i'm done waiting. i need to finally have you all to myself. do you know how many people started thirsting over you after the performance? i almost starting jumping people in the hallway," you rolled your eyes as you remembered how your blockmates would talk about taehyun while waiting for class to start.

taehyun blinked in a way that you found absolutely adorable. "so, you're giving me a chance?" he slowly asked, wanting to be sure. his brain didn't even process the fact that you told him that people started talking about him. what was important was you saying that you trusted him again and you wanted him to be yours.

with another giggle, you nodded. "i'm giving you a chance. remember the tweet i made where i said i choose happiness? i meant you. you've made me happier than ever and i don't plan on letting go of that happiness anytime soon. i am now yours and you are mine, kang taehyun."

at those words, he let go of your hand to pull you by your waist, placing his lips on yours with all of the suppressed passion, pining, and love that he had for you. you kissed him back, smiling into it and he pulled you closer.

if people started coming inside of the tunnel, neither of you cared. your bubble couldn't be burst by anyone because finally, you both were right where you belonged.

masterlist / previous

A/N: and that's the end of against all odds! as always, i thank you for sparing this silly little smau your time every wednesdays and fridays. thank you for giving this so much love, i really wasn't expecting much since i wasn't even sure if i was going to be able to finish this.

this was my first time writing an smau and honestly, i used this as a way to i guess heal myself a bit because i went through a similar situation (specifically the relationship they had in high school). i didn't get my happy ending though, so i made sure that taehyun and y/n had one.

i'm really proud of the way this turned out and i had fun writing it and reading your responses!! from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all of the likes, reblogs, and follows and of course, for loving taehyun and y/n ♡

SYNOPSIS — after an unfortunate relationship in high school, y/n is determined to focus on everything except love as soon as she steps in college. things have been going well for her, but it was as if the universe was against her. what if she’s suddenly met with the person who broke her heart in the same library she finds solace in? the same person who she had grown to despise?

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[a-multi-fandom-fanboy]

Hey! I saw the Withered Bonnie x Female shy reader story you made and it was brilliant! I hope you don't mind me asking again but if you want, can you make a part 2 of the story?

Ofc dude^^/I think that was one of my longest fic's yet-)

You slowly looked up at the large rabbit, unsure of you to respond to a situation such as this one. He had his head cocked to the side as he watched how you responded to his attempt at comforting. He was actually quite glad that it had actually worked and if he could he would have smiled. You, on the other hand, were completely speechless. Questions as to why this was happening quickly began to plague your mind as you stared at him. Why is he trying to comfort me? Is this actually just some trick so that I'll let my guard down? Unbeknownst to him, his act of kindness had you incredibly confused and unsure of how to feel.

You began to relax into his touch and a blush began to make it's way across your face. If he had actually wanted you to be dead wouldn't he have done so by now? That only left one more question that needed to be answered. Why was he so different compared to the others? Or maybe it was, what makes you so special? Why would he go out of his way to comfort YOU? Easy. Well easy for me considering I'm the narrator lmao. Fourth wall broken. He's had quite the crush on you for some time actually. His first interaction with you was when you had snuck into the parts and service room to work on the animatronics. You had chosen to try to fix HIM first. Just like that he quickly grew to adore you.

Once you had calmed down Withered Bonnie moved his hand up to your face to wipe the tear stains away; gently caressing your cheek in the process. Said action caused you to look away in a rather flustered manner. This caused Withered Bonnie to let out a small glitched chuckle. He couldn't help but find everything about you adorable, especially how shy you were. It made his non-existent heart flutter. He gently guided your gaze back to meet his and began to look you over. At first this both confused and embarrassed you, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨? It took him a moment, but he eventually realized via the look on your face that you didn't understand what was going on.

"I-I'm making-ing sure you hav-ven't been hur-hurt." He quietly glitched out, obviously not wanting to attract unwanted attention. You smiled at his noble intentions before pulling away.

"I'm alright. Thank you for not killing me." You blurt out before you can genuinely think your response through. You immediately realize just how odd that sounded; however, before you could saying anything else Bonnie began to speak again.

"There's no-o need to tha-thank me besides I-I don't th-th-think I could just let-t you b-b-b-be killed by one of-f the others. I-I'm sorry we ha-had to meet-eet like this...well I-I mean...I thi-think you know what I-I mean." He say quietly. You nod as a small smile makes it's way across your features. Just as you were about to respond you are once again cut off but this time it's by the six am bell. Bonnie explains that the bell means it's safe for you to leave. A small sigh of relief escapes you as you get up and help the rather large animatronic up as well. You both exchange goodbyes before you motion for Bonnie to lean down. Thinking nothing of it he does as you had asked and in return you give him a small kiss on his bottom jaw before rushing out the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow!"

Hope you enjoyed! Also reader dead ass just forgot that Fritz died in the office-)

[jiminrings]

hey hannah! hope you are doing great darling ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ i may have a request in mind, a university/college au with jock!jk and shy art major!yn or an olympics au? with olympic athlete!jk and olympic athlete!yn (you decide which sports!) thank you so much in advance ♡

never (k)not you

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

notes: baby ok FIRST OF ALL, i’m so sorry i only got to write this now :(( it’s been three months since you sent in this request bUT well it’s here now :D thank you so much for requesting and waiting!! i really hope ur still here or else i-i... will lose it

if you squint, best friend!tae is actually rich kid tae both from the art major drabble and insufferable!!

lunch with taehyung either makes the both of you the LOUDEST motherfuckers in the planet or it’s just comfortable silence

comfortable silence’s more common whenever the two of you are in public because to put it simply

he’s cold and you’re shy!! makes sense

but god just mention his girlfriend’s name oNCE and he’ll talk your ear off and you get genuinely excited when he is

he just needs to mention gouache for less than a second and you will genuinely freak

then suddenly the both of you are the chattiest beings ever and absolutely no one will yield until they get the final say

but this

this just feels weird...

because it’s lunch and you’re not talkative and the silence is most definitely not comfortable

you just know tae has something up his sleeve and will probably catch you off-

“are you and jungkook a thing?”

...

......

it’s never actually registered in your head that you and jungkook are a THING but absolutely no one knows

literally no one

not even the dust living underneath your bedframe!! or if guardian angels existed, then they’d probably be clueless as fuck

lol wait what was that cold gust of wind on ur arms

jungkook is the dreamiest man alive and he’s been your boyfriend for what?? two years now??

and the two of you, and more of him actually, insisted to keep it private

your relationship is none of anyone’s business and it uh.,. it literally seems to be that way because sometimes even yOU forget that you’re in a relationship

jungkook avoids you like the plague and you keep to yourself like you do with all your gouache

this dynamic of no one knowing has been so instilled in you that tae’s innocent (?) question is enough to make you spiral little by little

taehyung was just harboring an idea ok

because like two days ago when you went out with him and his girlfriend for ice cream, jungkook was there too by himself

and that just seems like pure coincidence

but then they dOn’t seem like coincidences anymore when he realizes on the same day how many classes he was in where you were in

and you don’t even have the same major!!!

or when he’s walking you home because your apartment is literally on the right side of his girlfriend’s (changbin’s on the left) and he’s taking every possibility he gets

but it just so happens that uh... jungkook’s always there from a distance? like when the two of you are walking and that guy just hAD to be there at the back??

goddamn it tae should’ve gotten his parents’ offer for personal security while he’s studying in campus :((

“woah woah wOAH what’s the matter?” you panic when he shoves you inside your apartment the moment you manage to open it

“this fucking jungkook guy is either stalking you or me and it’s starting to get on my nerves!!”

“... taehyung-“

and then he realized that oh... ok... i see

what if this guy has a crush on you??

but it didn’t make sense because why would this soccer guy (no offense) that’s a jock (no offense) who always either looks high with how giggly he is (no offense) or bereaved with how he scowls (no offense) could POSSIBLY like you???

you who’s the art major (no offense) with your clothes almost exactly like he is (no offense) that he has an inkling that either you were copying him or him copying you (no offense) and the shyness that you absolutely wouldn’t talk to anyone unless they go first and tHAT even became a tough cookie for him!! h i m

wait

on another thought...

that does make sense

you and jungkook are more likely to be a couple than anyone else more alike to either of you, no offense :D

and the way now that you’re frozen and scoffing like ur voicing mater’s engine in cars

“w-what? FUCK no!!”

mhmmm

yeah that’s the spot

taehyung means this in full offense but you’d be absolutely bankrupt if ever you wanted to try your hand at poker when your tell is literally cussing in capital when you’re flustered

this is the equivalent of your mom leaving you by the line to the cashier at the grocery when she needs to get something and you’re next at the line and you have no money on you and you’re too hesitant to tell the person behind you to-

“why? are you thinking of asking him out?”

he hears you seethe and that’s only the second time he’s heard you actually do that so he may have straightened his posture a lil

you wouldn’t hold it against taehyung because jungkook is one fINE specimen and tae doesn’t stare from that description anyway

you just can’t help but feel a lil.....

ಠ_ಠ

because you know that jungkook is yours and when it comes to things like these, you can’t do anything about it

how could you??

fine... if taehyung tries to-

smack!

the fact that your friend has a gigantic palm for one doesn’t soothe the gears in your head

you’re positive that your brain actually shook inside your head for a split second

“i already have someone, dumbass.”

taehyung has to remind you again to which you immediately awe in remembrance, a sheepish smile on your face bc for a moment, you actually considered begging for tae to back the fuck off without making it seem you’re already with jungkook

he waves you off because you’re about to coo at him again, a small smile on his face because he wouldn’t forget how he’s so lucky

it’s nice to be in love!!

you should probably try it some time

but then again, taehyung’s starting to think that you’ve been in a longer relationship with jungkook than him in one, so he thinks that he should be the one taking notes from you

“can i, uhm, ask how did you know?”

you don’t mind swallowing your pride because you already know you can’t bullshit your way out of this one, a timid look on your lap

sheesh

tae’s pride seems to swell up because his suspicion’s right just by oNE singular try

“because i’m rich kid kim :) don’t you know that?”

see now this is only one of the few times that he’d gladly take his title

rich kid kim was coined by the courtesy of changbin, his girlfriend’s friend :/

it just seemed to STICK on everyone else after then

changbin was the first to narrate his actions like he’s the lead star of a poorly-produced netflix film

what’s wrong with rich kid kim? is his greeting every time he crosses paths with changbin

he was just pissy that oNE time!! it was ONE time

taehyung thinks of the whole jungkook situation and relates it to him as much as possible because ya know,,, he is the main star and koo’s just a second lead

ok changbin’s netflix narrations are really rubbing off on him

“think of jeon jungkook as an elitist that everyone wants to be close with, and yet he actually looks like one of the good guys — like me — and he looks like he wants to shoot himself in the foot when he gets offered caviar oNE more time, and then you’re like uh, the comic relief???”

he spews his interpretation all in one breath effortlessly and you’re just blinking slowly to try and digest it all

it’s oddly too specific

hol up now why does it sound like he’s been actually waiting for you to ask him that

HOLD ON YOU’RE THE COMIC RELIEF???

“a clowN?” is what you react first and tae can’t believe that that’s the only thing you picked up from his perfectly sound analogy

“uhhhh like a bartender? a waitress? someone that isn’t a socialite,” he shrugs as he tries to make amends, remembering that the last time he went to a rich kid kim party, no one was technically in pennywise shoes nor juggling bowling pins

“are you trying to insult me tae?”

:((

yIKES are u gonna cry

“what?? no!! no!!” he launches from his seat as if he was falling and that catches him a couple of glances from rich kid kim loyalists (there’s a lot of things he’s unaware of), about to punch the floor if only their lord and savior didn’t take it in stride, “i’m not trying to insult you, but it’s how you take it, y’know?”

his nonchalance puts you on the edge even more, launching from your seat and uh you don’t exactly have any concerned fanbase there to worry for you

“so i sHOULD?? tae you’re basically saying that-”

alright that’s it

he needs to actually get through you this time because more often that not, you are so fucking stubborn that it beats him

he glares at you, eyes looking comically large and pissy as he’s stopped in the middle of slurping from his cup noodles to talk some sense into you

it feels like an eternity until he finishes his noodles and you were almost tempted to just eat the remaining portion to fasten his pace

“in rich kid kim terms, or reality y/n terms?”

you’re almost too scared to answer but you already do before you can even process, raising two fingers

and for a moment, you think tae’s actually gonna go easy on you!

whew you definitely aren’t prepared if-

“do you come out together by the main door? or from the back?”

your eyes are as large as they could possibly be and if you stay in that same shocked and taken-aback state, you’d need to look for those creams with how much your eyebrows and your forehead are creased

u-uh well now that i think about it-...” okay maybe you and jungkook don’t come into uni by any of the several hundred main entrances at all, but that doesn’t mean-

“does he hold your hand? carry your backpack? doesn’t matter if you have a dumbbell in there or not, does he carry it?” tae lists item after item, racking through his mind as these were also all the things he does, and all the things he’s picked up from everyone

“does he bring your water? lend his hoodie when you’re not even sniffling? pick a fight when someone even looks at you the wrong way? read something relatively romantic in english lit, then text you about it? brag about you to his friends? does he-...”

...

....

okay

you are awfully too silent for even your nature

tae was blissfully obvious just two seconds ago when he was enumerating boyfriend traits (that he himself exhibited, excuse you) left and right

then he started to realize that you weren’t stuttering nor interjecting on the side

he’s :O when you’re standing up from your seat, straightening out your hoodie, one that isn’t jungkook’s, that you’ve been anxiously wrinkling for the past ten minutes

“excuse me, tae. i have uh.. i have a lot to think about.”

everything he’s said made a solid number on you because not even distracting yourself becomes successful

not even your mini fixation on gouache helped you because so far it really sucks

it’s become a routine of jungkook to come over to your apartment almost everyday that it practically feels he’s living with you

he knows where you keep your milk and how cold you want the AC to blast and how you organize your groceries

and yet jungkook can’t-

“koo do you love me?”

it’s a question that was sprung so suddenly because come to think of it, you’re knitting and jungkook’s head is buried in your thighs while he tries to take a nap

he doesn’t bother trying to figure out your thought process because it’s a question that’s so simple that it seemed trivial

jungkook’s a dream when he nods and hums to your thighs, making you tread your hands on his hair instead of your roll of yarn

“mhmmm. more than life itself.”

he loves loves you!!! he doesn’t even know why you’re asking

“okay,” you hum back, crouching down to press a kiss on his nape that he appreciates because he’s a little ticklish on that spot, “hold my hand tomorrow then.”

:-)

jungkook launches from his position on your thighs, sitting up immediately that it’s gotten him dizzy

“... w-what?”

oh boy here it goes

you don’t feel like dancing around this issue anymore because after all, you do have the right to stick your finger in this!!

he’s your boyfriend i mean like what’s not clicking

“it’s not that big of a deal, jungkook. it’s not like i asked you to propose to me or something.”

his eyes widen more at that, his cheeks puffing out and it makes you realize that taehyung was right and it dOES look like he’s hiding a goldfish in there sometimes

you try to bite back a laugh at that but jungkook is devoid from any entertainment at all, looking like you just asked him to pick between you and the universe

“you uh want me to propose??”

he has his hand awkwardly caressing his nape and his cheeks flush as he’s trying to process things

yeah he DOES love you and he’ll marry you eventually but you’re doing this now!!! as in now??

how’s your wedding gonna work? god, can the two of you decide on the menu for your reception? does this mean your aunts and his aunts would mee?? no no that could not possibly be-

“you don’t need to,” you sheepishly mumble and you’re not gonna deny that marrying jungkook did cross your mind every once in awhile

you aren’t against it but marriage is not the issue at hand!! it’s just about him hOLDING your hand tomorrow and not forever now

“so you don’t want me to?”

...... christ where is this going to

there’s palpable tension in the air and you just feel like giving up, sinking further into the couch and koo’s reading TOO much into it

what if you slouching on the couch means you’re breaking up with him and you wouldn’t marry him even if he was the last person alive

“if you aren’t ashamed of me, or if you don’t feel like dYING when i’m five feet away from you and your jock friends-“

“lovie i-“

your ringless hand raises and prompts him to shut up, palms a little sweaty and fingers tired from stress-knitting

“then hold my hand. tomorrow. please.”

:-)

okay fine then

last night wasn’t exactly the best experience because you felt a little too distant even if he was enveloping you into his arms

last night, kook didn’t even dare to try and press mischievous kisses from your jaw to your shoulder because you felt untouchable with how wringed you were

then he had breakfast by himself much earlier and had to practically sHAKE you awake to whisper that he’s gonna leave earlier because he has a plan, and then proceeds to tell you to act as if you didn’t know that he has a plan, then go back to sleep and forget altogether that this literal rude awakening even happened

if you ask him, he is wearing the most boyfriend fit ever in this entire universe

which is uh his regular outfit of a fit shirt and a cool-looking jacket with chunk boots thrown on top of it

BUT!!!!

hear him out ok

he’s wearing a bracelet

uh huh

a bracelet...... that has the iNITIAL of your name

yuh how romantic is that

man both hallmark and netflix must be bankrupt because of jeon jungkook!! he’s sure of it

he just knows

the big deal of it all is jungkook waiting for you by the stairs, bouncing on heels out of displaced nervous energy because he’s too jittery to just coolly lean against the wall

“kook?”

you’re tilting your head at the sight, a little lost but more on fond as he smiles squarely 

“y/n! it’s uh, it’s you! wow!!” 

he exclaims but not without tucking his hands into his pockets and non-discreetly looking around your surrounding before he deems it clear enough, which is what you still find useless for him to even do it!!

the whole point of this is to not care!!

he’s gingerly placing himself beside you and although it’s not exactly what you asked for, it makes you sigh a breath of relief because it’s been tOO long that you’ve been next to him in this public atmosphere

he’s not exactly far, but he isn’t exactly bumping shoulders with you either

there are some glances alright 

jungkook has a loose grip on you but you could fEEL how his hand is so sweaty

he’s just looking at the floor and he allows you to guide him because if not for you, he would’ve been bumping into both lockers and people non-stop

u actually have first period together but you typically sit rowS away but now he’s just sitting on the chair right above yours

he isn’t next to you but he’s literally above you, so maybe you’ll take it

you can’t exactly text taehyung how it’s going because he could see everything from where he’s seated at

this was supposed to be an enjoyable time :(

a nice, giggly, warm enjoyable time with jungkook

but being this unrestricted meant him being so rigid that quite frankly, you’ve grown sick and wary of it in less than an hour

you’re making your way to the library and jungkook’s sTILL following you when you were sure he wouldn’t have

and if you ask him, he doesn’t know either why he followed you

he jus did it without thinking even if it meant him taking quick steps behind you with his head down 

he doesn’t know why you’re here and he feels a little guilty that he should know it if this was already a part off your routine

but this time, jungkook can’t look at you because this time, you’re the one who’s unreachable

who kNOWS what your empty stare could possibly mean

“we don’t have to do this anymore, y’know.”

that’s the quickest way to conclude it, nodding to yourself surely

meanwhile, jungkook is a millisecond away from a goddamn mELTDOWN

“w-what do you mean?”

“this!” you genuinely chuckle and even wiggle your hands around to make a point

he swears to god rn that he is gonna BLUBBER

“a-are you breaking up with me right now?”

his voice is already cracking and it reminds him that oh, yeah, the two of you are in the library and he’s about to cRY

you’re gasping when you take his trembling hand and jungkook wants to snatch it back and beg you to hold it tighter at the same time

oh no :-)

“it’s okay. i don’t mind anymore. and what, we’re gonna graduate like a year from now! doesn’t matter anymore.”

but wait it SHOULD matter

he’s gonna cry oh god oh god he’s gonna-

“you don’t need to change for me.”

:((

so that’s what

jungkook cries and it’s from relief that no, you aren’t breaking up with him

“o-okay,” he nods as he wipes his own tears that are blurring his vision and there’s sO much that he actually worries if it would budge his contacts

he just wants a hug from you to console him like you always do

but instead, you look around, settle on tapping his chin, then standing up

“cheer up. i’m gonna go eat lunch with felix.”

and then yOU’RE the one leaving him

quick

does he really look like a red-nosed, bleary-eyes, puffy-lipped mess??

say sike rn lads

jungkook clearly doesn’t look the best and he doesn’t exactly know what he was doing when he came out of the library and marched over to hang out with his friends like he always did

but something’s just different

he looks like someone whose world turned upon him and has nothing left to himself

surprisingly, it’s not hobi who’s the only one thinking of that

his friends are all ????

“y’okay man??”

namjoon’s the first to break the silence and everyone sighs because they were all holding a breath just by looking at jungkook’s distraught state

“yeah! just, uh, just —“

he’s back to being preppy in an instant but he can’t establish eye contact, swinging his arms by his sides and looking around just to look natural and gOD IS THAT YOU??

you’re you

you’re there, walking with felix and your backpack on hIS shoulder

.,., the same backpack that he’s bought you one birthday ago, on tHIS dude’s shoulder strewn as if he didn’t panic in between which variant should he buy for you

you look blissfully unaware that he’s cried himself just by thinking about you and your words and lack of actions just awhile ago

“nothing.” 

jungkook grits out and suddenly, he isn’t sad anymore :D

just uh

just a lil frustrated :D agitated :D or maybe feeling a little inadequate and outraged :D

this other mini breakdown going on his head doesn’t go unnoticed because here he is, so close to injuring his fist with how tight he’s clenching it

the guys, however.,.,

seokjin whistles and goes as far to squint his eyes intentionally that he looked like a distraught chihuahua, immediately grabbing jungkook’s actions as he nods his head to your direction

“y/n, right?”

jungkook froze and everyone is just waiting on him, mouths a little parted because they’ve caught on jin’s little plan and somehow, he might’ve struck a chord sO hard that-

“keep your fucking dick in your pants, seokjin.”

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

everyone’s reacting to his seething like a flock of seagulls to a piece of bread

yeah they’ve seen the youngest of their group mad, but not tHIS type of mad that he looks like he would’ve hit his hyung with a skillet upright if he had one onhand

everyone’s visibly offended besides seokjin, the man mentioned just amusedly shrugging his shoulders with a dimpled smile that unintentionally provoked jungkook even more

“told you,” yoongi gives up his last batch of cookies to namjoon, a long-winded bet finally coming to an end because of what was only supposed to be a harmless question by jin

“if y/n was your girlfriend, you could’ve just said so!!” 

jin ruffles his hair and it doesn’t exactly take a genius to see how he cares for you!!

jungkook looks out for you in ways he couldn’t even notice doing

he always had two umbrellas in his backpack and when it was raining, he’d leave one on purpose by the front of this specific locker

hoseok actually borrowed an eraser without permission from kook once, but then he found a combination of tampons n napkins that he grimaced because what :// those aren’t even the good brands!! he has a sister and now has a handful of knowledge about monthly visits, so he takes note to talk to jungkook about it some time

there’s even an extra sweater in his backpack that always remains unotuched

one time, jimin complained that he was cold and turned to jungkook, full-well knowing that the fucker had oNE more sweater tucked in his bag, who just plains-out ignore him and even tch!s him under his breath

they somehow had a clue all along and now that jungkook realizes, he may be a little dENSE

OH RIGHT

WHY WOULD HE HAVE KEPT YOU HIDDEN

that’s entirely stoopid of him

what was the reason lmao

this time, jungkook’s more than eager to make it up to you

eVEN if you’ve insisted that nothing was wrong!!

it was just the last day before christmas break so it went by considerably fast-paced because even the professors were a little antsy to come home!!

that didn’t stop him, because clearly, jungkook holds your hand tight this time and he’s looking straight ahead

he looks proud

he feels natural and giggly the whole day that you couldn’t stop either because it’s a complete 360 from yesterday

wouldn’t absolutely stop holding your hand and following you

even kisses the top of your head like a kitten repeatedly

eVEN SAT IN A CLASS HE DIDN’T HAVE TO BE WITH YOU

something’s up with jungkook alright

the two of you are back again on the couch — you knitting, and him buried and napping on your thighs

it’s a bit of a shock when he grabs your hand all of a sudden, a half-sleepy and full-on dreamy look on his face when he’s looking up at you from being laid down on your lap

a red silicone band :D

you’re still speechless when he’s sliding it on your ring finger, admittedly getting the wrong finger the first time which is why he’s sheepish and holding back a giggle

“jungkook....?”

unsurprisingly, it looks good on you

he seems to think so himself when he’s giving you another one, holding his hand out and you’re doing the same without even an explanation present

“it’s a placeholder :)”

a placeholder?? hold on ur heart is a lil fragile

your eyes widen and your lips downturn on instinct, making him giggle as he smushes your cheeks to just let him explain

“all this marriage talk just had me thinking-”

“are you PROPOSING right now??”

both the mix of panic and excitement stains you clearly, mouth dropping open as you try to fumble for atleast something to wipe your face with

hee-hee 

“maybe i am, maybe i’m not :)”

jungkook’s such a romantic it’s SICKENING

his mind drifts off and you can’t blame him!!

his family’s well-off so maybe he could cash in his next ten birthdays for a loan or maybe even a house to help ease the two of you in

maybe the two of you could even build it from the ground up

the two of you could also move into this nice apartment after graduation!! he’s been eyeing it for quite awhile actually

“you wanna get married early?”

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t :D”

jungkook’s faux nonchalance makes you grin yourself, the both of you knowing what answer he’d yield anyway

“as long as it’s you,” you declare surely, bending down to press a kiss on his nose that tickles him and makes his heart full

“as long as it’s me?”

jungkook smiles cheekily at your statement pressing kisses on the top of your thighs that’s got you fumbling at him to just embrace you immediately

he’s a little bulky with all the muscles he’s gained and worked on, a little pressured when he’s sitting on your lap upright and won’t absolutely stop kissing you sweetly

“you should start on knitting your wedding garter now :D”

[the-shared-brain-in-retrograde]

Hail, Caesar!

Or, What if Natasha Romanoff was a mermaid?

a joint review...

We feel like we should address this first. We chose this film because we both absolutely love it, but our star Scarlett Johansson isn't in it quite as much as we remembered her being. This bits she was in were divine, and we remember each part so clearly, but on reflection we do feel we've done her slightly dirty on the screen time. So we apologise.

@cassandrafey: Maybe we should class this as a Thanos film?

@becksxoxo: NEVER!

@cassandrafey: What if Thanos carried on being a dickhead only he worked in the pictures?

We then got slightly distracted over a gif set of dear Frank in Endings, Beginnings, which Becks hasn't seen but Cass has filled her in on why she should. We're both a bit flustered, but we're going to push that down now and get on with the task at hand.

Let us tell you why we love this so much. We really had to choose our words so carefully for this. It’s a comfort, but it’s not a comfort film. It’s a shared love of the Hollywood Studio System, our fond remembrance of a time we never experienced but were ingrained into as film student babies. It’s the rumours, it’s the grandeur, it’s the backlots, it’s the people. We feel like we know them, and each scene is just perfectly presented, and we just fucking love it.

We were joined by a guest for this watch through, who finished the film by saying:

"I felt not one single emotion. I may as well have sat staring at the wall."

Anyway, we will be cutting her out of our lives, so don't worry too much. Here instead are all the emotions we had...

We both started our notes with "Is that Dumbledore?" The second film we've watched that's been narrated, who knew it was such a big thing. Anyway, it was Dumbledore and he tells us all about what Thanos is up to. Being punished in another life for all his past crimes in the MCU, no rest for the wicked you fucker.

We'd do well in Hollywood.

@cassandrafey: What would we do there?

@becksxoxo: You know, things, and stuff, and people would just appreciate us.

@cassandrafey: ah Tinseltown.

We're going to go for a character based narrative of thought this week, because the plot dances around a delightful amount and may become unwieldly.

DeeAnna Moran

We're going to start with the perfection that is Scarlett as DeeAnna Moran. We love her rising out of the water, a goddess, and then unleashing her full blown rage at the conductor, flinging that crown with a panache that we haven't seen since the finale of Miss Congeniality. We both really loved the synchronised swimming, we were mesmerised by the shapes and colours. Cass had a wild moment of abandon and thought it might be something we should have a go at, but then could only see the French and Saunders ballet scene in her head, and soon decided it was a terrible suggestion. The whole premise of her being this silent beautiful starlet, and the reality of her being this potty mouth broad is just so perfect. Her secret sleazy marriages, her questionable baby daddy choices, we just love her. We also love how interested she becomes when she finds out just how reliable Joe Silverman is, a legal personhood. And most of all we love her removal from the mermaid's tail. After her eye rolls at Chris Evans saying how easy the Black Widow outfit is to slip on and off, Becks likes to think it was much more like this each time she had to get in and out of it. And who doesn't love the yelling the line:

"So you go and strap on a fish-ass and marry Arne Seslum."

She's just so good at being this character. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

Hobie Doyle

Hobie Doyle is a wholesome little puppy. Not our usual type, but we are terribly fond of him. Cass has suggested it’s his prowess with the lasso. Other than our absolute favourite scene in the whole film, which we will discuss in a moment, what we love most about him is the fact that he sat and listened to Eddie have a small breakdown about the shit going on, thought about it for a moment and then took it upon himself to help.

"This is bad. Bad for movie stars everywhere."

And he did. The solemn way he says:

"You got Mr. Mannix worried sick."

is just too much. We don't think Eddie was at all worried about Baird, but we just love how much Hobie cares. We completely ship him and Carlotta Valdez. Their little date, no matter how set up it was, was just so cute! Her little dancing, his little spaghetti lasso, HIS TEETH! Totes adorbs. We were also very impressed by his horse acrobatics, you know Cass and horses. Also he was shovelling away a mighty large portion of beans.

Now we have all that out of the way we shall share his part in one of the most perfect scenes in cinematic history, alongside the wonder of men, Laurence Laurentz.

Laurence Laurentz

"Would that it were so simple."

Words cannot describe the perfection of this sequence. We can't write everything that we loved about it, because it is literally everything. It’s just perfect, and it’s hard to imagine anyone involved in it achieving anything better in their careers.

The differences of the two of them, and they're trying so hard. The names, the words. It’s just so good.

You'll be glad to know we're both sat here trying to say the word suit now (in the way that a posh person at Cass’ work says it rather than the nice normal way anyone else does. Very hard to do, makes our voices go quite high for some reason).

Laurence is being so kind, but you can see him dying inside. A struggle we've all faced from time to time.

Also when Hobie is told to look serious and pouts Becks got heavy Sebastian Stan vibes. And ladies, is that ever a bad thing? What a mouth...

What a perfect scene. We can't think of anything else to say other than it’s just so perfect.

Baird Whitlock

Severe himbo energy. Didn't seem at all bothered being dressed as a Roman, being kidnapped, and getting offered finger sandwiches. Just another day in the life of a Hollywood Movie Star. He was just happy to be there, thrilled to be part of a club. Imagine just being at that much peace with your life, either getting your end off or being brainwashed by a cult. Must be nice.

Our friend, who didn't like the film, also doesn't understand people being attracted to George Clooney. Another reason for her continued bafflement.

We don't really know how convincing the communists were, although you know we're all for it #jointheunion but they seemed just as pleased to be able to listen to him tell his stupid stories as to share with him the whole economics business. What a nice little study group, discussing all sorts of jolly things.

Until he is slapped round the face by Mannix, and told to get his mind back on the job. Movies don't make themselves you know.

"Squint. Squint at the grandeur."

Burt Gurney

Now, we're not ones for Channing Tatum. We're neither for or against him, we're just indifferent. However, singing and dancing commie Channing Tatum, quite good fun. The whole bar scene is great, the singing, the dancing, the homoeroticism.

Becks has a small fantasy revolving around this scene and the Howling Commandoes. So she'd just like to leave that gem of a thought in your minds, let it go whereever you wish it to.

We also love the little twist of him being the leader of the Hollywood Communists, off to defect to Mother Russia, with such flair and drama as he springs onto that submarine. Submarines are a difficult subject matter for Becks due to that time she was depth charged as a child, so this part of the film could have taken quite the turn, but the leap and the dog saved it.

C. C. Calhoun

C. C. makes Cass very nervous, with the whole room being a smoke filled danger zone, the cigarette, the machinery, the scarf. And she was proven quite right about this. (Becks' notes just read choking kink? so we won't give her a voice at this stage...) It’s a good little scene with her, Frances McDormand is always a treat, it’s very atmospheric, and we get treated to a flashback of our favourite scene, so what's not to love.

Thora and Thessaly Thacker

Isn't it a treat when you forget about Tilda Swinton and there she is, twice! She's so fucking good. Such a wonderful woman in fact that Cass made no notes, she was so caught up in watching her. Becks waxed lyrical about her hats, and her tenacity.

Eddie Mannix

To be honest, we always forget that really Eddie is the star of the film, because we're so caught up in all the other little stories, which we suppose really is the point of Eddie as a fixer. He isn't there to be the star, he is there to make sure everything works, everything stays right and no one knows the dark and shady underbelly of what is truly happening.

Neither of us are Catholics, but we really felt for that priest. That poor man just wanted to go home, and haven't we all been there? Someone just constantly pouring their troubles out on you, demanding you to pardon their soul for their stupid little actions. Although we bet the gossip you get from a confessional must be great, but we suppose that's not really the point.

"Baird, go out there and be a star."

Cass and Becks like to pretend to be Patsy and Eddie, so we've just hissed Eddie, Eddie, Darling, Eddie, Sweety, Eddie, at each other and Cass is now going to spend her afternoon drunk and carry on with that. (Truly, I will in fact be wearing a little black leather mini skirt that has Patsy all over it - and perhaps I’ll have a Stoli…)

All in all, a cracking film. We will have to do another with ScarJo in it, because she wasn't in it that much, but she did steal the show. The whole film just works as a good story, but also as a homage to the golden age of cinema.

Hollywood is God.

The cinematic quality may take a slight nose dive next week, as our chum Clint joins us in a little fairy tale romp, all this to say we're watching Hansel & Gretel : Witch Hunters next week. Strap in kids, it’s gonna be great, or not, who knows, not us!

[lolabangtan]

‘Fake is never easy’ sneak peek bc who’s gonna stop me

I’m just in a silly goofy Jimin mood (and GDP is to blame)

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Again, your words make him choke on a drink, and wine is worse, it burns better down his windpipe as it creeps into his nose. You hand him a napkin with a pitying cackle, and he glances at you like he wants to kill you.

“Hm?” you say then, melting at his blush. “Well, yeah, perhaps saying we’re already in love is going a bit too far.”

“No, it’s— it’s fine. Just caught me off guard.” Jimin stares at you, and you don’t know what is this lump in your stomach. “It… was a long time ago. I think we were sixteen. Your mother held a dinner party to make my family invest somewhere; you were at a party with your friends. Your parents got so mad at you when you arrived, but you just laughed and told them off for starting without you. My dad laughed so hard he almost choked, but I found you so fascinating. So carefree and cheerful and charming. So pretty. I was a bit shy back then, but I was dying to talk to you. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, your smile, your eyes—”

“You were at that dinner? Shame on me, I came home so drunk.” You groan, horrified, your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, but that’s— that’s not the whole story…” He’s blushing now, and you never thought that the Park Jimin would get so flustered narrating his fictional crush on you. “When we were twenty, after you left your father’s company and ran into mine at a fundraiser, I was home. You probably don’t even remember, but I was there, and you were really nice to me. Dad spoke very highly of you after you left. But you— you were so excited – the kind of happiness that only shines after you go through a very hard time. Cheerful and confident, that’s how you looked. So pretty.”

You need a couple of seconds of silence after he finishes talking. Jimin is staring at you, contemplating the idea of having said too much, but you really need a second to catch your breath and stop your heart from jumping up your throat.

“T-that’s a very compelling story, I like it… How did you come up with it?” you ask him.

It’s like he snaps out of a beautiful reverie – Jimin’s eyes look away from yours and focus on his hands as he chuckles nervously. He’s got such a pretty smile, you think. He’ll do well. Because that’s all this is about, you think, like a fool; you think you like Jimin because you know he will do well as your fake boyfriend.

“Just tried to make it as cheesy as possible.”

You shrug, relieved. “I think it’s sweet that you fell for me without me knowing,” you reply with a smile. “And if yours was love at first sight, then mine should be a… long-maturing, slow burn-like love.”

“Y-yeah. I— the bathroom?” Jimin blurts out, startling you.

He shoots off the room as soon as you show him the way to your bedroom’s bathroom, and you stand in the middle with an astonished look on your face, not knowing what has happened to him. Has he been holding it in for a long time and didn’t want to interrupt you?

[pa-panda-heroes]

May I ask for some soft requests for the league ? What would they say to their S/O as they sleep in their arms ? Thank you 🥰❤️

ohooh this is cute, yes :>

What the LoV would say to their s/o as they sleep in their arms!

Tomura:

Honestly, Tomura wouldn’t say much at first. He’s much more intrigued by the face you make in your sleep and just watching you, content in knowing that you’re safe and asleep in his arms.

He’s also afraid of waking you, so he tries to be really quiet. But if he knows he can get away with it, he’ll absolutely run his index finger back and forth along your cheekbone lovingly.

Eventually he’ll get brazen enough to start whispering to you, firstly telling you that he’s happy to see you because he’s had a rough day, and then he goes on.

He’ll tell you about the nightmare he had the night before, wherein you had been hurt somehow - Tomura couldn’t remember details, but the tight feeling in his chest when he woke up stuck with him.

“I will keep you safe, I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll tear all of Japan apart. No, the world.”

And so he’ll tell you things he wouldn’t tell you if you were awake: what ran through his mind the minute he landed eyes on you, what kind of dates you’d go on if he weren’t a notorious villain, how he wants to see you smile more often, that he’s so happy you exist.

“You look as peaceful awake as you do when you’re asleep. That’s a good thing, right? I’m glad. I hope... I’m the reason.”

Eventually whatever leaves his mouth ends up as Tomura musing about you. It’s almost as if you aren’t even there and he’s missing you, like you were somewhere far away and he couldn’t bear not to see you.

Mr. Compress:

You could be cuddling watching TV or something, and he won’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep. It’s when he gushes about suddenly craving broiled eel like the one expertly prepared by the chef on TV, that he notices.

And he just melts. One thing Mr. loves to do is watch your facial expressions and how they change throughout the day, so he’s sky high when he gets to see your sleepy face(s) unabashedly.

He’ll compare them to expressions you make while you’re awake and will narrate how your facial muscles stretch and change as if you’re conscious enough to hear - and care.

From the faces you make, he’ll move on to just what he loves about your face in general, which eventually leads to what he enjoys about your personality.

“You’re perfect, you know that? I’m not idolizing you, you have flaws and so do I, but what I mean to say is... you’re perfect for me. But naturally, as I sit here, must I wonder - am I perfect for you?”

By the heavens he hopes so. And he’ll tell you that. He’ll tell you that no matter how much ruckus he stirs as a villain, he hopes that you’ll stay by his side and love him unconditionally. Being a villain isn’t some character flaw, he knows that.

“I think, maybe, you’re what I live for. What I fight for? Maybe both. No, maybe neither. What I mean is... hm, I can imagine different futures all I want, but I can’t imagine a single one of them without you.”

Mr. may not be adept at putting such intimate and serious thoughts into words, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop trying.

Twice:

To say that Twice wouldn’t take the chance to shamelessly ogle your sleeping face, would be to lie.

And to say that Twice wouldn’t take the chance to gush about you and how strong yet gentle and caring you are, shamelessly? Yep - a lie.

He’s going to narrate in explicit detail what it looked like that time you told off some older woman harassing you over your groceries after a lack of a good night’s sleep and a particularly grueling day. He was so damned proud of you for standing up for yourself.

Twice would 100% talk about selling everything he owns and buying you the fanciest ring he could afford just because. And while on that note, he’d change the purpose of the ring from “for funsies” to “you deserve it.”

“Somewhere down the road, that ring could be... y’know, special, right? More special than it is already, because it is yours, after all. How do I say it without actually saying it?”

Thank everything in existence you’re asleep because this poor man flusters himself! He trips over his words a bit, and he says things that would be embarrassing if you were awake. Hell, they’re embarrassing and you’re asleep!

But Twice means what he says, there’s no questioning it. He’s not much of a liar to begin with, and there’s no way he can look at you and lie - even if he’s trying to surprise you in some way.

“I just hope... you’re happy. This life isn’t so easy, so, ah, I wanna do what I can to make you happy. I want to give you everything you deserve and then some. Easier said than done, but... still!”

Himiko:

Himiko will start off poking and prodding at your face for the sake of doing so while she has you so vulnerable. It’s just self-indulgent fun for her and she can’t help it!

She’ll tug on your cheek, poke your nose, even run her fingers across your eyelids, like she’s making a map of your face. She’ll count the whispies or runaway hairs on your forehead if you have any, or possibly your eyelashes.

Himiko isn’t exactly “sappy,” and she’s not quick to open up. But seeing you so peaceful and serene even after her facial muscle torture, is a delight for her and she has to hold back the urge to squeal.

Oddly enough, she’ll ask you questions that you can’t answer amidst your unconscious state - almost rapid-fire, too.

“What did you think of me when we met? Did you think of me as just another bloodthirsty villain, or did you see me? Could you hear my heart race when I saw you beaten and battered on that sidewalk? Do you love me?”

After that she’ll fall eerily silent, electing to instead roam her hands all over you soothingly, with no ill intent.

Himiko’s face will scrunch as she looks at you, her lips pursing and eyebrows narrowing. To say that she never stalked you would be a lie. She only wanted you safe, and seeing you so defenseless reminded her of that.

“I think you can take care of yourself plenty, my dear. Don’t misunderstand. But the thought of letting you be on your own hurts. What if someone hurts you? Well, I’d hurt them tenfold.”

Dabi:

He’ll know you’re nodding off before you do, seeing your sleepy state the minute he’s exposed to it. Dabi’s attention isn’t anywhere but you when you’re cuddling like this, but you won’t know that.

The tips of his fingers gently ghost over whatever limb they’re closest to, and as he searches for something to say or do, or even think, he’s blank.

His brows furrow in frustration at himself. He’s not as open and verbal about his feelings as you are, and oftentimes it frustrates the living hell out of you, but he can’t help it. He’s been trying, though, and you’ve given credit where it’s due. He appreciates that.

“You put up with my shit too much, you know it? You’re so patient with me, even when you’re ticked at me for bein’ the jackass I am. Even when I do it on purpose, you stick by me. I don’t get it. Why?”

He’s enamored with how easily you seem to look past the grimy and cruel exterior that he’s created over the years, instead looking at Dabi, not the blue flame villain of the League of Villains. Would he stick around if the tables were turned? Psh! No! So why do you stay?

By the time Dabi had you wrapped around his fingers - or was it perhaps the other way around? - he thought he had your character down pat, known like the exact number of staples holding his skin together.

But the more hell he puts you through, as a wicked way of testing your loyalty he can’t help but do, the more you seem to want to stay with him. And the less he understands you.

“I guess I’m really stuck with you, huh? Not that you’ll catch me complainin’. Besides, you’re the one who gets the short end of the stick. Put up a fight more, yeah? Don’t just put up with me. Do what you’ve been doing, and help me be less of an asshole.”

Spinner:

He’s honestly the most clueless and flustered when it comes to talking to you, or about you, while you’re asleep in his arms. He feels so awkward, he can’t help it.

“You always believe in me when no one else does, so, uh, that’s really... nice of you. You’d think I’m a total creep watching you sleep right now if you were awake, huh? I just wish I could believe in myself like you do.”

Do you always encourage him and look up to him? Yes. But are you Spinner’s personal cheerleader? No, not all. What you do is not just boosting his confidence, it’s building it. And he’s going to tell you he appreciates that, if a bit awkwardly, and how much that means to him.

The other members or random passersby can call him a “lizard” all they want, but alongside his protests are always your snippy comebacks and jeered disapproval. He’ll be sure to bring up at least one instance of that.

While he’s telling you he appreciates your standing up for him, he’s also going to tell you to let up a bit so that he gets used to doing it himself. You’re not coddling him or anything, he’s just afraid of relying on you too much.

“I want you to rely on me more. I’m here for you... just like you’re here for me. Does that make sense? I guess it doesn’t matter, since you’re asleep... ah, what was I saying? I just- I want to support you like you deserve, I want to watch out for you. Forever. I want you to be you and not worry about me so much.

Spinner may trip over his words here and there, but his message would be absorbed all the same, if you were awake. He almost wishes you were, but realizes he can tell you all that once you’re conscious again, right? He’ll spill his guts to you, then.

[bokutosworld]

seconds, hours, minutes, days | kenma k. 

pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader  word count, genre: 2.2k words, fluff, university au, strangers to friends to lovers.  summary: love is nothing more than just a fleeting feeling. until he meets you and suddenly, he finds himself looking forward to every moment he can spend with you.  press play: blueming by iu, leo by bol4 ft. baekhyun 

The door to the cafe opens, the addicting aroma of coffee beans travels through the air and greets Kenma when he steps inside. He scans the room, finding the familiar figure of his longtime friend who was currently chatting the barista by the counter. He’s walking towards Kuroo and he could already hear excited laughter coming from the front. 

When he enters the scene, the stranger directs their friendly gaze to him and the second that their eyes meet, Kenma feels he’s in the middle of a meet-cute of some romcom movie. 

The first thing he notices is the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the corners of your mouth turning upwards as you greet him. He hears your voice, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying—as if he was entranced by a spell, too busy to pay attention to anything else and finding it all too easy to become drawn to your aura.  

Kuroo watches it all unfold before him: his best friend who was too stunned to do or say anything, and his other friend, you, who was too clueless to figure out their effect on him. He chuckles before putting his arm around Kenma, steering the situation to introduce you two to each other. Something about you was captivating and Kenma knows he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t already bewitched by you. 

As he stood in line with Kuroo, who was ordering the drinks they’d need for an all-nighter, his mind is occupied—thinking about how of all the things he’d expected to happen when he agreed to help out for a project, falling in love at first sight wasn’t on the list. You left a strong impression on him, and Kenma knows he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking of you in the days to come. 

—

He encounters you for the second time when he attends a party organized by Kuroo’s college org. This wasn’t his usual scene, on a typical weekend, he’d much rather stay at home and catch up with either his studies and papers or his games. As he’s standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by loud and drunk college students, he considers going back to his dorm. 

But the moment that he’s about to leave, he hears a familiar voice. 

He stops in his tracks, because there you were—so full of life, so mesmerizing standing surrounded by different people. He could see a spotlight shining down on you, naturally attracting the attention of everyone in the room. He’s sure that this was the reason Kuroo had been persistent on getting him to go to the party (the boy spent days on end pestering him about it to the point that he had no other choice but to say yes).  

Eventually, Kuroo finds him and they go around, with the former introducing Kenma to his classmates and acquaintances. The night draws on, and some time past midnight, he rests on the available seat on the couch. He takes deep breaths to calm himself before he spots your presence again in the corner of the room. It doesn’t surprise him that you were still full of energy and stories to tell your friends. 

What surprises him is when your eyes meet his. His heart skips a beat when he sees that look of recognition and that knowing smile on your face. He watches as you apologize and leave the group, steadily making your way towards him and taking the empty space beside him. 

You beam at him, “Hey.” 

“Hello.” 

“I remember you.” He watches you take a swig of the drink in your hand. “You’re Kuroo’s best friend, right?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you do.” 

“Who wouldn’t? I think you’re cute.”  Kenma was flustered. Your words sending his mind into a spiral, struggling to form a coherent reply to your straightforward statement. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you here. Figured this,” you wave your hands in the air exaggeratedly. “…might not be your cup of tea.” 

“Well, I had no choice.” 

“Oh, yeah? Tell me about it.” You scoot closer to him, knees almost touching at the reduced space between you two. “I want to get to know you, Kenma.” 

Kenma couldn’t find it in himself to say no. And before he knew it, he’s openly sharing bits and pieces of his life. You ask him about his past with Kuroo and he’s eagerly taking you to a flashback of his childhood, narrating embarrassing moments (mostly of Kuroo) and he feels happy whenever you found it amusing.

You ask him about his interests, his hobbies, his pet peeves; he learns about you, the charming barista from the 24-hour cafe, a business management student who has too much bills and college loans to pay.

Every minute that passes, every minute he enjoys himself in your presence—with you, making him laugh like he had never before, lighting a spark in his heart and sending the butterflies in his stomach fluttering about, he finds himself falling head over heels for you. 

—

For the weeks that passed after the party, people started noticing the two of you getting closer. The pair of you were inseparable. In breaks and lunches when it was only him and Kuroo, along with few of their friends, you’ve managed to sneak yourself in their social group, earning a permanent spot in their table right beside Kenma. 

And often, the others would observe how his attention would solely be on you whenever you were present. It was a mystery to them, but also a source of amusement, how Kenma would become a different person—breaking out of his shell as he became more talkative and more teasing, exchanging playful banters from time to time. 

But at the same time, there was something painful about watching the two of you as they become witnesses to the coming-to-life of a slow-burn romance. 

And neither of you was admitting it: the push and pull, the undeniable tension that existed whenever the two of you were in the same room. The force of attraction was clear, and everyone had been wondering why neither you nor Kenma were making a move. 

That all came to a head on a weekend when you visited him at his dorm. 

“What are you doing here?” Kenma opens the door wider, giving you space to easily slip in his living area. His eyes follow you like a hawk as you settle your things on his floor, going from room to room and finally sitting down on his couch. You look at him excitedly, grinning from ear to ear as you wave him over to sit beside you. 

“Movie night!” Kenma watches as you take out your laptop and a bag of his favorite snacks. “There’s a new crime thriller on Netflix and I figured we can binge it together.” 

He throws you an incredulous look, “It’s 8 P.M. Shouldn’t you be at your dorms right now? Did you forget the curfew?” 

“Oh, screw that!” You open the Macbook and place it on his center table. You cuddle to his side and Kenma instinctively adjusts, making you comfortable. He grabs the blanket that he’d taken out before you arrived and drapes it over the two of you. He studies you as you navigate the web, logging in to Netflix and pulling up the show you’ll watch for tonight. 

“I can’t believe you would just appear in front of my doorstep and force me to watch this with you.” 

You look at him playfully, “Don’t be such a killjoy.” Your gaze on him lingers for a second longer, the atmosphere shifting to something more intimate. 

He clears his throat, quickly bringing his attention on the laptop screen. “Stop. Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Kenma.” 

He tries his best to focus on the show. But he couldn’t, not when he feels your soft hand cupping his face, turning him so you could get a good look at him.  

“I like you.” 

His mind goes blank, but one thing was certain: he was elated, and his heart was currently doing a somersault inside him. So, when he tries to reply, all he could give was a shy smile and an, “Okay.” 

And that was enough. Because for the time that you’ve known Kenma, you’ve learned that he has always preferred actions over words. 

You hum and wrap your arms around him. He reciprocates by pulling you closer to him, until all you could hear was the erratic beating of his heart drowning out the loud sounds from the show. 

The hours flew by just like that. It doesn’t occur that the both of you have fallen sound asleep, leaving the laptop on. When Kenma awakens, the words Are you still watching? are now flashing on the screen. He feels something heavy on top of him and his eyes drop to your figure laying on his body. He feels overwhelmed with contentedness at the moment. 

Maybe your barging in his door and inviting him to watch Netflix wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

—

If somebody were to ask Kenma when he had been the happiest in his life, he’d gladly say it was every second, minute, and hour that he has spent by your side. The boy couldn’t ask for a more fun, supportive, and kind-hearted partner when he already has you. You have given him so much, made him feel so loved and special, that he often asks himself if there was anything he could do to repay you. 

The past few months with you has been nothing short of amazing, with every single day feeling like literal heaven in your presence. And now, he’s counting down the days to your birthday which coincidentally also marks the six months of his relationship with you. It was on this special day that Kenma decides to surprise you. 

One of the things that you and Kenma have in common is how you both prefer the simple things. Where others favored to go outside for dates, sleepovers and movie nights in either his or your dorm has always been the norm in the relationship. You also didn’t mind small gifts, not one for flowers and plushies, as you always told him that it is the thought that matters the most. 

And he thinks about it now as he’s standing outside the same cafe where his paths crossed and connected with yours for the first time. 

He goes over his plan one more time when the automatic door slides open, and he goes inside. He finds you entertaining a customer, and he admires how hardworking you have always been. He joins the queue, nerves flying through the roof as he patiently waits to reach the front of the line. 

“Kenma!” A look of genuine surprise takes over you when you finally see him. “What are you doing here?” 

He does something you never thought he’d do: placing his hands on the counter, he leans and plants a soft kiss on your lips.     

“I love you,” he says out of the blue and it sends your mind in a frenzy, your heart fluttering. His words don’t even register anymore when he says his order and tells you, “Your shift ends in ten, right? I’ll wait for you and we can get something to celebrate your birthday.”

Kenma keeps his gaze at you as he waits for your shift to end. He sighs of relief when he sees you come out of the staff room and meets you halfway. He intertwines his hands with yours and guides you out of the shop. The sun is setting coloring the streets in red orange hues and everything right now looks like a painting. 

You walk in silence, stopping by your favorite Chinese takeout shop to buy something to eat when you arrive at his dorm. He orders for the both of you, and when he’s done, you pull him to the side and finally ask the question that has been bugging you. 

“You said you loved me back there, right? 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I did.” Kenma tugs you closer, arms encircling your waist and resting his head on your shoulders. “Should I have not said it?” 

“I was just surprised.” 

“It’s nothing to be surprised for.” He leans to your ear and his voice low when he whispers, “I just said the truth. I have been falling in love with you since the first day we met.”  

You feel warm when you realize that Kenma beat you to saying those three magical words in the relationship. But it was another thing when he reveals to you how he’s been taken with you since your first meeting. And right now, all you could do was to thank your lucky stars for bringing you to him.  

You look at him, reaching a hand to outline his features before returning his kiss with one of your own.

“Thank you. And I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” 

At your words, Kenma falls for you over again and he decides he wouldn’t mind spending more seconds, hours, minutes, and days with you.  

[xiv-wolfram]

In the Eyes of Gods and Men - Comic Script

A Realm Reborn - Level 38

Wolfram has fun messing with Ishgardians.

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This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number. A or B followed by ) is for a split frame.

Shot of Witch Drop. Narrator - “Wolfram has been helping around Coerthas while looking for the location of a crashed ship. He’s gone to stop the execution of Francel of House Haillenarte, a friend of Lord Haurchefant."

Guillaime: Lord Haurchefant has allowed his personal relationship with the accused to cloud his judgment. That he should harbor private doubts, I might have allowed...but that he would dare interfere in legal proceedings sanctioned by the Holy See, I cannot.

Wolf pouts, thought - ‘I tire of these Ishgardian politics. Dullards all of them…and likely easy to fluster.’

Guillaime: To defy the will of an inquisitor is to commit heresy! A crime for which there is but one punishment!

Wolf grins and draws his sword - “Oh, into punishment are you? Makes sense, you religious types…”

Hourlinet: We must hold them until Lord Haurchefant arrives, Wolfram! And remember─no harm can come to the inquisitor!

Wolf winks at Guillaime - “You have my word Hourlinet. I won’t spank him too hard...unless he asks me to.”

A) Hourlinet surprised. B) Guillaime surprised - “What?”

Wolf grins tauntingly at Guilaime as he casts acceleration - “Aye, you heard me. Come get your punishment.”

Wolf flipping over Guilaime’s guards.

Wolf, behind Guilaime, casts Impact on the group of guards. Wolf grinning - “Don't worry about your playmates, Inquisitor. They’ll be fine.”

Wolf, holding his rapier to Guilaime’s back, they all look up to see a wyrm. Wolf, surprised - “The fuck is that doing here?!”

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