#hence his fancy locks

[captnbas]

at the coronation of aragorn elessar

[yoisami]

˚₊‧୨୧ ATTRACTED TO YOU !

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: how your favourite blue lock character flirts with you/shows you his affection—high school edition ! this was 100% brain rot but i had fun writing this 乁⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ㄏ

tags. isagi, kunigami, kaiser, nagi, rin, sae x gn!reader (separately), 1363 wc, just fluff, high school romance, unestablished relationship, reader is called “pretty” and “cute”, kunigami is the favourite child today, not proofread

ISAGI doesn’t necessarily flirt since he’s more of a genuine guy (??), but he regularly compliments you (they’re hints that he likes you). he’s a perceptive guy, so he’ll notice little details about you and will let you know that he likes them. he’s also the type to compliment your handwriting (real), and as your seatmate, he does pay attention to the way your brows furrow when the teacher puts up a harder equation on the board. he’s not great at mathematics himself, and will ask you to explain the concept to him, hence seizing the opportunity to tell you that you’re so smart ! also, isagi isn’t afraid to let you know that you look nice—he’s not bold about it, but he’s not completely shy about it either. this normally happens in the morning though—just as you’re placing your bag down onto your desk, and pulling out all the textbooks you need for today, he’ll greet you good morning from behind, and tells you that you look really pretty today in a very nonchalant manner (you’re left blushing profusely until you notice that the tips of his ears are bright red) !

KUNIGAMI prefers to show his affection towards you by doing things for you. his method of flirting is by offering you a hand when you need help, or even just completing the whole task for you. such as classroom duty—you’re paired with him this week to ensure that the classroom is left spotless after class, and while there’s multiples tasks you both have to do (sweeping the floor, wiping the blackboard clean, dusting the windows), he simply just tells you to take a rest and he’ll do it all. you refuse though, since he’s also had a long day too, so you remind him that the responsibility is shared between the two of you (he falls even harder for you after this). when the school’s volleyball team coach asks you to fetch the box of jerseys that’s placed on a high shelf, kunigami offers to go with you ! since it’s a bit too high for your reach, you use a ladder to give yourself some bonus height, and kunigami’s standing right behind you, hands hovering over your waist, ready to catch you if you fall (you don’t lol) !

bonus (!): the teacher has forced all late students to run laps around the field as punishment in the morning, and unfortunately, you were one of them. you’re heaving as you’re running with your bag, but you feel someone tugging your bag off your shoulders—it’s kunigami ! while the teacher is questioning why he was running too (he came early), all he says is that he wants to train his stamina as he takes your bag, throws it over his shoulder, and continues to run beside you ! (i watch k-dramas ok)

KAISER flirts openly. very openly (canon). but it’s clever—the way he’s able to string a few words together and it’s as pleasing as a bouquet of purple lilacs, leaving you a blushing mess. it’s almost like he flirts strategically, and every word and action he executes has a purpose—which is to make you fancy him ! kaiser will throw in compliments here and there, but he prefers to show it to you, such as deliberately reaching for the same item just to make sure your hands touch. and he pretends to reel back his hand, muttering sorry, but internally, he’s satisfied with his accomplishment, because you’ve turned away to hide your cute blush ! i believe that you will find kaiser annoying, so it’s a breath of fresh air when the two of you share a conversation about your dreams, and his hand is already right beside yours (with your pinkies touching !!), itching to hold yours. kaiser’s a proud individual, and he will show off at any given moment, making sure that you’re watching. it’s a lunchtime game of soccer, and he knows you and your friends are sitting close to the field. after being challenged by an upperclassmen, he agrees, but first he “accidentally” rolls the ball to your direction. instead of asking you to kick it back, he approaches you, saying, “watch me, yeah?” with a very charming wink as he jogs back with the ball in his hands !

NAGI isn’t the type of “flirt” either, but instead acts almost friendlier to you, and you can tell he’s intrigued by you by staying close to you. he’s not clingy, but he definitely likes to stay within your vicinity—while you’re sitting at your desk at lunch, trying to finish the history homework that is due today, nagi will not leave his seat beside you, and will merely pull his phone out and start gaming. he doesn’t talk much, but does engage in the conversations you share with him by nodding his head, letting you know that he’s paying attention to what you’re saying ! nagi’s unintentionally flirty sometimes—he doesn’t know that sharing earphones is somewhat a romantic gesture, but offers to give you the other earpiece when you ask him what he’s listening to; he doesn’t understand why you’re blushing when he’s resting his head against the table, blankly staring up at you, but indulges in how cute you look. it’s raining and you’re already beginning to walk out of the school gates, but nagi runs after you as he takes cover under your umbrella, clothes looking damp from the rain. he’s slightly panting, and you’re asking him why on earth he didn’t just pull out his own umbrella. all he says is that it’s bothersome to do so, but in reality, he just wanted to walk you home.

RIN likes to admire you from afar (hear me out)—this means that stolen glances are really common between the two of you, and you catch him staring most of the time. in response to being caught, rin looks away at the speed of light, making you doubt yourself and wonder if it’s simply your mind playing tricks on you. rin will also defend you if he notices someone gossiping about you ! story time: you’re pretty close to one of the popular guys in your class, and sometimes the two of you eat together at lunch. you also have a friend from chemistry and you consider yourselves as good friends, but a few months back, some girls were gossiping about you, claiming that you were “two-timing”. of course, rin overheard, and he immediately stood up for you, belittling those girls with a cold expression before he walked off and left. there are moments where he does talk to you, but he’s not the greatest at continuing the conversation, so he opts to watch you from a distance. there are moments where you’re laughing heartily with your group of friends, and he can’t help but let that little smile appear on his lips. he reckons your smiles are contagious, but honestly, he just enjoys looking at pretty things (you) !

SAE’s “flirting” method is a bit stiff—you can tell he’s clearly not experienced in the field of romance, but you enjoy his efforts ! he’s terrible at giving compliments, and once had offended you in the process of trying to tell you how nice your hair looked today. he doesn’t seem shy, but he definitely keeps some space between you two, because most of the time, he’s trying to think of an excuse to talk to you ! when he’s feeling bold, he will seize the moment to be physically closer to you—such as if you’re reading in the library, he’ll take the seat opposite of you without saying a word, and pretends to be reading the back page of some random autobiography he picked up from the nearest shelf. he looks invested in it, but it’s all a facade as he steals frequent glances at you ! he’s also very much the type to leave you drinks from vending machine without letting you know it’s from him ! he’ll buy you a can of your favourite juice, and will leave it at your desk during lunch break—a small gift to congratulate you on achieving the highest mark in the class.

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

[rowretro]

YANDERE ENHYPEN REACTION:

You try the orange peel theory on them.

✧taglist: @httpsrinrin

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, mentions of harassment

✧synopsis: Yandere Enhypen as your boyfriend. You recently saw a few videos on tik tok about the orange peel theory so you decided to try it on him, curious about his reaction...

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✧LEE HEESEUNG✧

The male frowned, seeing you record on your phone, heck he was curious. You weren't the type to often post anyways. However, when you asked him to get you an orange the male was even more confused. "I thought you hated oranges-" Heeseung pointed out as the girl looked up at him "I know, but now I'm craving them" the girl said as Heeseung shrugged.

Heeseung peeled an easy peel orange for her and gave it, as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "You need anything else princess?" he asked as the girl shook her head, smiling up at him. "Hol up... are you recording this? why?" The male asked as she stopped recording the video "It was... just a tik tok trend-" she said as the male sighed.

✧PARK JONGSEONG✧

Jay would do anything to spoil you and you know it. Yet being locked in this great big mansion does have you feeling bored sometimes, so you decided to try this trend with him "Jay~" You called as the male ignored you "Baby~" you called again as he turned to you with a smile "what can I do you for pretty princess~" Jay said with a smile as the girl giggled.

"Can I have some oranges?" the girl asked as jay immediately got 2 oranges, peeling them and separating them onto a dish, making a heart shape. "You could've asked for something other than oranges- I'm a good cook you know- let me spoil you with my food~" The male said as he gave her the oranges. The girl smiled, hugging him.

✧SIM JAEYUN✧

The male knew exactly what you were up to. Please. Him and Niki spend so much time on tik tok, they've come across this videos a few times, so it's no surprise to him when you ask. He feels a little betrayed by the fact that you're testing him, but he didn't dwell on it knowing he could use this so called test against you. Heck he even put the fruit bowl near you.

"Babe can you hand me an orange?" you ask as Jake frowns, acting oh so believably "uh sure?" he says, taking an orange and peeling it for you "Here, need anything else?" he asked as the girl just hugged him. "Why are you recording this... hold on is this a test???" he asks as the phone finishes recording. Oh how he looked so upset and betrayed. You were buying every second of it, and he loved that because now he can be even more manipulative.

✧PARK SUNGHOON✧

Sunghoon was there when you saw the video. You were watching a Rebal D youtube video where he reacted to things that seemed so wild. Heck he saw how you reacted to the videos that were shown. So it was no surprise that you'd try it on him. The man was already making something in the kitchen when you started recording at the dining table.

"Babe can you gimme an orange?" you asked as Sunghoon frowned "but- I'm making us one of them fancy orange drinks, yk the orange creme dream or whatever it is-" Sunghoon asked as the girl blinked. "If you really want one then I can give you one, but that orange won't taste as good as what I'm making... you know I'm telling the truth I have experience as a barsita-" Sunghoon added as you snickerred, taking his drink instead.

✧KIM SUNOO✧

You were going to see the brand new saw movie because you heard it was pretty controversial, people had thrown up at the theatre during the movie. But Sunoo was taking a little while getting ready, hence you thought it'd be the perfect time to test a theory. It's pretty ironic actually, given that you fell in love with him after he murderred the man that harassed you and kidnapped you to force you into being his love. So yes very healthy.

"Babe can u gimme an orange?" you asked as Sunoo stared at you with wide eyes "You want to eat an orange. before we go to the theatres. to watch the newest saw movie. where sm people threw up when watching it???" he asked as you grinned "You think I'll be scared and throw up babe? Horror movies are our thing- just gimme an orange~" you pouted as the male shrugged, peeling an orange and handing it to you.

✧YANG JUNGWON✧

Like Heeseung and Sunoo, Jungwon was completely clueless about your little tik tok plan so it was all pretty wholesome. You hid your phone and started recording "Babe can you gimme an orange?" you ask as Jungwon narrowed his eyes at you "Do you want the peely one or the cutting one?" he asks "The one that peels please~" you respond as he goes to the kitchen.

He comes back later with a peeled orange in his hand "bon apetite~" he said with a smile as he gave you the orange. Smiling, you kissed his lips "I- can you kiss me again on the same place please?... I'll get you another o-" You cut him off with yet another kiss, to which he smiles. Heck when he saw the video appear on his following page he just smiled knowing everyone knew that you are his,

✧NISHIMURA RIKI✧

As mentioned before, Riki and Jake do so many tik toks together, and the male knows about every tik tok video you've ever watched or liked, some of them even being edits of other idols, but he let you off the hook. When he saw you secretly record, he smirked, he never bought any oranges for a while so if anything she'd look stupid. "Babeee~ can u gimme an orange?" the girl asked as Riki turned to her. He was going to just say there are no oranges, see that little pout on your face because you tik tok plan failed.

However... you just looked so fucking cute. "We don't have any oranges babe... but if your hungry... I'll take you out for dinner instead" he said. You immediately got up, and ignored your phone, running upstairs "I'M GONNA GET DRESSED LETS WEAR MATCHY HOODIES!" You screamed as you ran to get dressed. Riki rarely took you out because he hates exposing you to other people who may steal you from him... But seeing how excited you got, he couldn't help but chuckle "So fucking cute" he snickerred.

[insuke69]

Imagining Hobie being so fucking clingy when you’re gone on a vacation or something:(((

★ Headcannons with Hobie x Latinx reader <;33

☆ Warnings: fluff, ‘implied’ smut (yes, they fuck in a memory), explicit words.

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You’re off visiting family, away from Hobie just for a short visit since it’s a younger cousins fifteenth birthday.

You aren’t close with her but she adores you like an older sibling so why not? Two weeks isn’t that long anyway since you also would like to catch up with the very little non-toxic Hispanic family you have.

The flight is smooth besides the fact that it was over two hours of no service, songs on repeat in your headphones, and the book you’re so happy you remembered to pack.

______

You forget the time difference between Hobie in Camden and you over here, for you it’s midday and for him it’s the middle of the night and he seems so.. desperate.

His texts are slow and it’s obviously being done by his singular non dominant hand.

“Hi can you pls send a pic”

“2 me”

“Please??”

On your end, it’s almost so clear that he wants to see you like the good adorable partner he is, already missing you. You send him an innocent picture where you’re holding your phone at an angle above you and smile up at it through your lashes.

Meanwhile Hobie..

Hobie always would have an arm around you, or holding your hand, or his lips on any part of skin he could access on you.

He was alone on his houseboat, laying on only his side of the bed even if the usually warm and used spot beside him was empty and void of his lover.

He didn’t like the idea of porn, even if he was ‘living the dream’ of most men where his partner wasn’t around to stop him, he still hated it. It was fake and unrealistic with plastic or disgustingly young looking actors, so he settled for closing his eyes and thinking of the one who’s truely his.

Remembering how pretty the little whines were as they escaped your lips when he slowly eased himself into your tight warm hole..

And before he knew it; he was palming his erecting and fumbling his phone to text you.

His breath shudders slightly at the sight of you and he began imagining how your adoring hand would look around his length, his own fist trying to imitate his imagination tightly.

How your lips would wrap around the head of his weeping cock, how your cheeks would hollow out and make it all disappear, those cute gag sounds and tears that threaten your eyes when your nose reaches the small trimmed bush at the base of his member.

You fully expect a normal response from Hobie in a way. Anything ranging from “You look nice td” to something dirty, hence why you’re positioned in a way where nobody around you could see your phone screen.

Instead, a voice message pops up and a part of you wants to hesitate in checking what it is because you know that Hobie doesn’t really send voice messages unless his hands are really busy.

You play it against your ear quietly and your heart bangs against your chest at how needy his voice is, his gulps and whimpers and you can only imagine how beautiful he looks right now.

“Oh my fuckin’.. you’re so good lookin’ for me, I need ya so bad righ’ now.” You can hear his heavy breaths in the message and slight rhythmic sound, fap fap fap fap.

It immediately makes your heat grow warm between your legs and you adjust yourself in your seat with your thighs together tightly as an attempt to ease this, knowing that you’re at a nice fancy restaurant for your cousins ‘birthweek’.

You decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom and be a little more generous with Hobie, locking yourself into a stall and sending him a better picture where you’re topless and your chest and abdomen in perfect sight, pointer finger and middle finger holding a nipple between them.

“Here’s your damn meal <3” you captioned it before sending, putting your shirt back on as you awaited his response.

It was a video this time, angled so you could see his pretty dick being desperately fucked in his ringed left hand.

his eyebrows are knitted together and his mouth is dropping the cutest curses and whimpers before he cums, his seed spurting out onto his abdomen and hand before his lips move to utter a whisper.

"I need ya so bad, can't wait 'till you're back, love."

[igotanidea]

Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Women's day with Dick.

Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)

***

After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.

Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.

And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).

Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.

“Morning sweetheart.”

At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.

“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.

“no, not exactly—”

“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”

“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?

“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.

As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.

“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.

“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer

“Best wishes…”

“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”

“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”

“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”

“What kind of special day do we have in March?”

“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”

“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”

“Jerk.”

“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”

“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”

“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”

“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”

“You there now?” Dick smirked

“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly

“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”

***

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.

But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).

On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.

Starting from having the perfect evening.

Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.

"Missed you my beautiful woman."

"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.

"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'

"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"

"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.

"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"

"Don't you dare saying it."

"But-"

"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”

“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”

“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”

“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”

“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.

***

Clearly the dress was not enough for him.

Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.

He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.

And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.

From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.

Dream come true.

Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.

Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.

It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.

The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.

And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.

His woman.

Her man.

World could wait.

After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?

[twogyuu]

[1240]

pairing: jihoon x fem!reader

genre: fluff(?) angst(?), implied exes-to-lovers, small town guy!jihoon, city girl!reader

warnings: none

wc: ~1k

a/n: this was born out of me moving to second/third ring suburbs recently and i don't really like it - i miss the city :')

also a small thank you to @wondernus for enabling this. ait takes is one comment from ya and i'm spiraling - truly powerful 😭🫶🏻

. . . .

They told Jihoon, if he wanted to find peace, to return to the strawberry farm. 

The sun that shone brightly without a hint of smog in the sky would heal his soul. The gentle touch of the fields of reeds swaying in the wind would heal the scars. The air was fresh and he’d feel less suffocated. Small town people were kind and everyone knew everyone – you were cared for, people asked how you were doing, and struck up long conversations about his mother’s strawberry fields and how the stocks were this year. 

Yet, the longer he stayed, the more Jihoon felt . . . well, the opposite. Sitting in the bay window of his childhood bedroom, guitar resting in his lap, while his eyes counted the same stars every night, he knew his heart yearned for the city. 

(For you.)

He missed the concrete pavement of the sidewalks he walked every morning on his work and every evening on his way back. The rhythmic beat of the rubber soles of his shoes pattering against the asphalt provided some sort of calm to the chaos of the rush hour. Perhaps it wasn’t “natural,” but he fancied the lights that lined the various shops that he passed by – in the winter, especially, when the city hung the Christmas lights along the lampposts and the bare trees. There were definitely all sorts of unpleasant smells, but there were also some to appreciate – like the buttery warmth of the fresh croissants at the corner bakery you loved so much. The thought of you dragging him out on a walk to purposely just walk by made him smile. Not to mention, there was comfort in being a lone fish (or a pair when he’s with you) in a sea of people crammed into a city. Doing things like this, loitering and ogling pastries from the window, was never second guessed; nor did the owner ever call you in for a long chat. The anonymity and ability to keep to yourself without anyone thinking you were cold or weird was even better. 

The city was bustling and the stories of millions of people’s lives unfolded here; yet somehow, his and yours seemed special. 

So, perhaps those people lied. 

Maybe, the city was better and the artificial world somehow, ironically, also brought life to his being. 

Hence, this was why Jihoon found himself mindlessly slipping on his jean jacket and quietly sleuthing past his mother who had fallen asleep watching TV on the couch, letting his heart take him where he needed to be instead of where he thought he should be. 

His feet led him to the train station, catching the last ride before it stopped going to the city for the night. The train car was empty sans an elderly couple who had fallen asleep in the corner, heads atop one another. The metal box creaked and the tracks were bumpy, jostling and swaying Jihoon often as he tried his best to stay awake. Every now and then, the light coming from the lightbulbs on their last fuse would blink as they hold onto their last thread of life.

It was already 4AM when he reached the city station closest to you. To his luck, when Jihoon walked out of the underground tunnel, it was raining. Moving mindlessly, he had forgotten his phone at home. He couldn’t call anyone, he couldn’t pull up a map; but, Jihoon knew this route to your apartment by heart. 

Rain drops pelted against his porcelain skin, clung onto his black locks, and soaked into his jean jacket. He squinted, blinking rapidly to clear his view as he trudged in the direction of you. He walked this path like tracing the lines on the palm of your hands. 

The bank was two blocks away, then he’d turn left at the corner 7/11 with the broken ‘7’ sign so it just said ‘11’; walk another block and turn right when you see the daycare where Seokmin worked. If you go up to the very top of the hill and then a little bit over, your apartment sits by a row of rusted blue mailboxes. 

Jihoon is not sure when or why, but somewhere along the way he started running. His arms cut through the rainfall, his shoes sloshed water onto the back of his pants. The world around him melted and became a blur, his eyes zeroed in on the faint red door that belonged to your home. 

He raised his fist and knocked firmly for four beats – four to tell you that it was him. Most people only knocked for three. The walls were thin as were your curtains. He saw a flicker of lamp, then a stir followed by the padding of your slippers against the hardwood floor. The doorknob jiggled as you undid the various locks. Though it was only a matter of seconds, it felt like eons for Jihoon. He waited for you with bated breaths, chest rising and falling with each one.

The moment he saw a sliver of you, he pushed his way in and wrapped you in an embrace. The soft scent of your shampoo wafted into his nose, the landscape of your body against his own felt familiar despite your baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. You were stiff at first, surprised by the sudden hug, but were quick to relax into him when you realized it was Jihoon. Your arms settled into the small of his back, your index finger tapping at 74 beats per minute like usual – Jihoon knew because he counted once. Your clothes were getting wet and rain was seeping into the annex of your front door, but for now, it didn’t matter. 

“You’re back,” you mumbled into his shoulder. 

“I’m back,” Jihoon repeated. 

Silence, then a beat. 

Jihoon held onto you a little tighter, pulling you closer into his chest. He pressed his cheek against your own, the cold of his skin against your warm one sent chills down your spine. 

“I missed the city,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “I missed you.”

[thyandrawrites]

On "dream doping", or the lesson to be learned from despair

Alteratively titled: why breaking up with your high school sweetheart is vital for a career in soccer (with or without said sweetheart. Signed: Ego Jinpachi)

buckle up, this is a long one

We know that Reo went into this match with several hungups as to why Nagi would leave him behind, even going as far as asking Chigiri and Kunigami why they'd pick him

And his voice shaking (notice the wobbly speech bubble) as he repeats the validation, like he doesn't quite believe it to be true anymore. And then during the match he kept alternating between talking himself up and trash talking Isagi with increasingly frantic urgency. He needed to test his worth against Isagi and come out victorious to prove that he was worthy of being the genius' partner, yes, but one important factor is that he did all of this specifically seeking Nagi's approval. He needed to hear it from him, because it's Nagi's departure that crushes Reo's confidence in the first place. Before that moment, Reo was self-assured and cocky, even looking down on other players he felt were beneath him. But we could argue that confidence was born from a shaky foundation—the idea of staying a team with Nagi until the world cup and their eventual victory together for Japan.

I think a factor that doesn't often get brought up in Reo commentaries is that Reo derives a lot of his winning self-image from tag-teaming with a genius

And it's from "borrowing" his talent that Reo feels he lifts their collective value to genius level

And in the process, Reo also tends to undersell his own skills by comparison, and letting them stay an accessory to Nagi's brilliance,

despite how it's been remarked that Reo's a bit of a genius in his own light. If he honed that potential, he could be a big threat, too. Alone.

This is by design, of course. He foils pre blue lock Rin for this reason, too. Reo and young Rin are similar in that they both consider their soccer partner the true star of the show, subordinating their own skills as just a fancy accessory to make their partners shine and become world's best with them right at their heels.

The unfortunate consequence of this is that they end up internalizing that their dream is not achievable without their partner(s), because they ingrained being a sidekick so deep into that plan that they simply see themselves unwilling or unable to chase it on their own.

Hence why, for the continuation of their dream, it becomes vital to have their partner's approval. They just don't see the point in going on alone. Losing the partnership means losing the reason to play altogether.

Now, of course this mindset is incompatible with blue lock. Nothing really new there. Reo was always framed as the delusional oddball for signing up for the program with the intended goal of using it to make Nagi the best, rather than himself. In other words, for trying to bend the system into accommodating his dream rather than accepting Ego's philosphy and playing by Ego's rules. And of course, that plan was bound to be put to the test when Reo&Nagi got the first taste of "despair".

The series posits that despair is the feeling you get when your dream doesn't measure up to reality and threatens to crash and burn. Ego posits that there's only one way out of it that doesn't involve self-destruction. And that's avoiding the trap of the so-called "dream doping".

But what does "engraving despair" even mean in simple terms? I think Ego's point is that after experiencing a crushing, frustrating defeat, some players (the normies, or those who don't go very far) simply think "next time we'll win" without putting any active energy into changing their playstyle and rebuilding it anew to face the growing challenges and "devour" them along the way.

Think of Barou, and how he managed to come back after Isagi and Nagi made him effectively useless in the field. What Barou did was evolving into someone even more chaotic and unpredictable, and devouring them right back. Barou himself cites the despair he felt during that match as the catalyst of his growth and winning goal. In other words, instead of dream doping, Barou adapted and survived in a battlefield that would've otherwise left him in the dust.

But not every player has the presence of mind to pick themselves back up as the match is still unfolding, and when the defeats rolls around, they fold under the weight of that despair. We see this in action. When Sae evolves so rapidly in Spain and eats Rin for breakfast during their 1v1, Rin's reaction to despair is dream doping (at least at first). So is Reo's when he loses to team white. Faced with opponents that had an explosive soccer growth, they struggle to keep pace, and then refuse to face reality and admit they also need to change their playstyle to keep staying in the game.

In Reo's case, he even goes as far as saying he doesn't have "the courage to let himself be destroyed and reborn." And that defeatist attitude is what leads team white to choose Chigiri instead. A real egoist doesn't think "I cannot do it" but instead keeps fighting tooth and nail until the end.

But Reo isn't there yet. If you analyse his body language at the end of the match, it's clear he expects a rejection before it even comes. Notice his posture

Having just had a taste of the limits of his skills against strong opponents, his reaction is resigned. His stance is defensive and closed off. His arms and legs are crossed, he's the only one on the ground, his head is hung in defeat and avoiding Nagi's eyes. Even the camera angle looks at him from above, like he's already doomed himself by deciding to stay on the ground, not picking himself up. Remember, it's Kunigami who lifts him from his collar. Reo doesn't have that strength alone.

This transition here also shows it well imo. True to fashion, he only shows a reaction when Nagi's directly addressing him. A part of him is still wishing for things between them to mend, to go back to how they were. There's hope written all over his face in that second panel, but the moment he hears what Nagi has to say, it abruptly morphs into pain.

Nagi echoes the words Reo wanted to tell him when they split, but to Reo it doesn't come across as the approval he was seeking. Rather, as the opposite: while Reo couldn't bring himself to encourage Nagi to go ahead in fear that Nagi wouldn't look back (that is, in fear Nagi wasn't as attached to him and their dream as Reo was)... Nagi says them easily enough. And to Reo, that's more crushing than the loss itself because he misconstructs it as indifference towards their promise.

It all circles back to Reo's insecurity. While Nagi just showed him he's able to change even without Reo as his partner, Reo is insecure about being able to do the same because he sees them as his biggest weapon, not anything inherent to Reo alone. Thus, once Nagi mines the foundation of Reo's confidence (their team up), any step Nagi takes in an effort to get them closer to the world cup in Reo's eyes is just another step away from it (and from him). Reo always assumed they'd crossed that finish line together, that he'd build Nagi up into the world's best striker. He wasn't prepared for a path where Nagi teams up with other people, leaving Reo powerless in the sidelines—their combo (and thus himself) a weapon that outlived its usefulness.

Much like Rin declaring that he'd lose his reason to play soccer if he can't chase his dream with Sae the way they had agreed to, Reo metaphorically sees his future as the "abnormal monster duo" crumbling away (notice the decaying effect on the square with his internal narration). Instead of taking steps towards ensuring their dream still has a chance of happening in the future, he sees it as already doomed.

The thing is, Reo isn't ready to give up on it, though. He doesn't want to. I could be wrong about this but him seeking out a clean cut from Nagi came across to me less as if he was blaming Nagi for leaving, and more like he seeked a fight as self-punishment for his thoughts during the match. In the previous chapter, he tried stifling Nagi's potential and then resented himself for it. Now, his internal narration is almost goading Nagi's anger. I think it's still up in the air whether he was lashing out because he was overwhelmed by his conflicting feelings or if he was seeking out Nagi's rejection because he hated himself for not measuring up to his own standards during the match. Maybe a bit of both.

Point is, Reo is refusing to face reality. By saying "then pick me", to cite Ego, he's denying that he was powerless in the match, and putting the entire brunt of his loss onto Nagi's shoulders for not choosing him. Simply put, he's relying on Nagi to open up the door to go further in blue lock instead of growing into the player that gets to choose who to pick.

And Nagi recognizes this and feels hurt by it, cause if Reo refuses to evolve, switch up tactics and try new things, he's also implicitly refusing to go further in the program. From Nagi's perspective, it's Reo that's breaking their promise by being unwilling to put in the effort to keep staying in the game. Remember, the consequence for failing blue lock is no longer being allowed to play professionally for Japan. If Reo quit putting up a fight, his dream would be over for good.

And the story tells us, the measure of a great striker is how they react to the challenges thrown in their path. Nagi's growth happens specifically because he doesn't tie his success to Reo, but knows when to throw in other variables and when cooperating with Reo makes them stronger. In Nagi's eyes, their dream is not reliant on their combo, but their combo is a weapon that makes their dream achievable. Whereas Reo based his plan to get the world cup around his partnership with Nagi, and let his own skills lay dormant and underdeveloped cause he always defaulted to passing to Nagi to score.

But when Nagi leaves the equation for good, Reo's forced to address where his own strengths really lie and how to weaponize them to avoid elimination. That's why the chameleon awakens for the first time. It gets roused by Reo's despair, which gets "engraved" only when it dawns on Reo that their combo is not an option anymore, and it's on Reo and Reo alone to fight his way back up, evolving and devouring rivals along the way. And much like Nagi's talent for trapping, Reo's stregth was also inherent, and never just reliant on them being a team.

[renlyslittlerose]

I have idea from the Big List you posted, if it strikes your fancy. No obligation!

Holiday!Fic, but make it Obi-Wan going out of his way to surprise Anakin by celebrating some Tatooine tradition or holiday. Not to tell you what to do but I have a feeling everything would go terribly wrong but Anakin would appreciate the crap out of the gesture regardless (even if he has no idea what it is Obi-Wan is talking about because it wasn’t something he and his mom celebrated/observed). It would be a super endearing and sweet show of love but it’s up to you how Anakin shows his appreciation 😉

Thanks, peach! Hope this delights! 💗

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Obi-Wan looked down at the cake.

Well, what was supposed to be a cake.

Obi-Wan was certain cakes were supposed to have a bit of integrity to them, and not look like some amorphous blob had taken over the centre of the plate, spilling its runny contents over the edges and on to the counter.

Obi-Wan had followed the instructions carefully, even going so far as to ask one of the cooks in the temple for the correct ingredients, not wanting to rely on ‘good enough’ and ‘that’ll do.’ Baking was a science - or so he’d always been told. Just follow the directions and you’d produce the intended product.

So why did it look so goopy?

“What’s that?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan had told him to meet him in their shared communal space at three o’clock sharp, much to his future self’s ire. He should have made sure it actually looked good before presenting it to his Padawan as some sort of gift.

“It’s a cake,” Obi-Wan explained. “Or, it’s supposed to be.”

Anakin gave it a suspicious poke and a sniff. Obi-Wan smacked his arm.

“What’s it for?” Anakin asked.

“It’s in celebration of Kova Naduha.”

Anakin looked up from the cake, one brow raised in question. “Kova Naduha?”

Heat spread across Obi-Wan’s cheeks. “Have I gotten the date of it wrong?”

“No,” Anakin said quickly. “But I uh, don’t know why you’re giving me a cake for Kova Naduha.”

“Well, I read that it’s tradition to give a loved one a honey and cheese filled cake for Kova Naduha. You know, as a sort of… good luck to the next year blessing?”

Anakin broke out into a smile, lazy and boyish. His padawan braid slid across his ever broadening shoulders as he glanced back down at the cake. He let Obi-Wan linger a little longer over the precipice, lounging in his knowledge and delighting in Obi-Wan’s ignorance, before he let him in on the joke.

“Kova Naduha was a fertility goddess on Tatooine. We give these cakes to newly married brides, in hopes that it will make them more fertile. Hence the well-wishes into the coming months. You know, to give health to the prospective mothers and their babies.”

The heat across Obi-Wan’s cheeks spread to the back of his neck. He was certain if he was stripped the blush would show up on his ass.

“I uh, didn’t read that far, evidently,” he said quietly.

Anakin looked back up, blue eyes framed by golden lashes that brushed the tops of his cheeks when he blinked. He was still smiling, his amusement evident. “I still appreciate the gesture, Master. It was kind of you to try and bring a bit of home here, to Coruscant.”

“I only wish that I’d picked a more appropriate cake to give you. And perhaps actually baked the cake properly. But in my defense, I don’t have the proper equipment nor—”

Anakin kissed his cheek. Obi-Wan’s mouth snapped shut.

He was certain he was red all over at this point.

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin said as he pulled away.

Resisting the urge to touch his cheek, Obi-Wan remained next to his deflated cake, attention fixed on Anakin’s beauty mark on the corner of his chin.

“As I said, it didn’t come out the way it was supposed to.”

“You still gave me a gift,” Anakin said. His smile crept back on to his lips, and when Obi-Wan finally locked eyes with him there was a familiar glint in them.

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan asked slowly.

“You just proved to me that you are capable of failure. That there is something out there that you’re terrible at.”

Obi-Wan glowered. He tried to do the nice thing, and Anakin dared mock him?

“I’m perfectly capable of baking,” he shot back. “It’s just, this recipe was made for a completely different climate.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“And the sugars you use on Tatooine are completely different from the ones on Coruscant.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I was strapped for time - you know I’ve other duties to see to, rather than spend all day baking a cake.”

“Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan clenched his jaw. “Yes?”

“Thanks again.” His tone softened, his cheeks a delightful shade of pink that poked out from beneath the bronzed tones of his skin. “Really. It was a kind gesture. Just the smell of the spices… well, it reminds me of my mum’s house.”

Obi-Wan returned the smile and relaxed his shoulders. “You’re welcome. Though you can just enjoy the smell - you don’t have to eat it.”

“Oh thank the Gods.”

Obi-Wan smacked his arm again.

[nana-mania]

“EVERYTHING FOR YOU” he is willing to give his everything to prove his love to you

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, soft! kaiser, i wrote this based on a theory of kaiser's past that had been going around on tiktok.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ REWARDED with a short vacation to take a break from soccer is a blessing for Michael and you. After all, he had been busy with his career as successful football player. Whenever he is given some days off, he will use the free time wisely by spending quality time with you.

Today, you and Michael venture into the city for a date. The first place you choose to visit is your favorite shopping complex. Michael just plays along with your plan, entering the shopping complex with you. Crowded with humans, countless noises resonated through the spacious, gigantic building.

Although Michael is displeased with the deafening environment, he is willing to put up with the inconveniences for you. You grab his hand and begin dragging him to a clothing store that successfully catches your attention.

“Look at all these clothes they got! Stylish, don't you think?” You excitedly show the said clothes to Michael. He is disinterested but smiles sweetly anyway, nodding his head in agreement. “You want it?” he asks, his voice as gentle as his love for you.

You shake your head before putting back the clothes to its rightful place. You continue to walk around giddily, wondering what to purchase. You're not attracted to the clothes anymore as your gaze now fix on a pair of shoes that happen to fit your fashion taste and liking. Picking them up, you earnestly check the price and your heart drops in an instant.

Michael sees your facial expression abruptly changes at the moment you witness the large amount of money you've to pay to fulfill your desire to own the shoes. Though he is yet to know the truth. Seeing you putting the shoes back urges him to ask in confusion, “Don't you want the shoes?” You stay quiet for a minute, faking a smile on your lips before turning to your boyfriend. “Too fancy for my taste.”

“Ahhh, nothing piques my interest. Let's leave, Michael.” You quickly change the topic to avoid more questions from Michael. Truthfully, you strongly wanted to own the shoes but your savings will be in crisis if you surrender to your selfishness. Hence, you hastily walk away from the shoes aisle with heavy heart.

Michael stares long at the shoes before secretly taking them along with him. He tails behind you in complete silence, not wanting to draw attention from you. Once you and him are about to walk past the cashier counter, you become aware of his sudden stop. Your attention shuffles to him at last, bewilderment clouds your face.

You're astonished to find the very shoes in his possession as he hands over a few bills to the cashier to pay for the shoes. You open your mouth to object his idea but he is quicker to react to the situation. Michael grasps your wrist then guides you out of the premise, bringing you to a secluded spot at the very end of a hallway leading to the restroom.

Michael casually gives a bag containing the shoes you wanted. You hesitantly take the bag from his hands, guilts evident in your gaze as your eyes lock on the bag. “Why did you buy the shoes? They are expensive.”

“You could have just asked me to buy the shoes for you.”

“I could never do that... That's your money-”

“I am your boyfriend. My very duty is to make you happy. Besides, did you forget my monthly salary? I can buy anything for you.”

You stare at his face, full with seriousness which is a rare occurrence. Michael is always seen smiling and smirking most of the time. For him to not display his significant stupid smirk feels unfamiliar to you. Michael sighs, his hand moving up to pat your head gently. “I know how you felt. Not being able to own something you badly wanted... Seriously frustrating and totally depressing.”

“But now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I changed my fate and build a life with more than stable income. It's time for me to treat myself...and my loved one.” Michael smiles warmly at you. “I will give you my everything to prove my love. Heck, if you ask me to buy a mansion right now..”

Michael chuckles heartily while smirking. “I will do so right away. We can finally live together as we should be doing from the beginning.” His teasing causes your face to heat up. You hug the bag and look away from him in embarrassment. “Thank you...for everything then,” you appreciatively thank him. Michael's smile widens at your words of gratitude.

“You're welcome, my love.”

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[trulybetty]

20 x cupcakes | marcus pike x reader

prompt: cupcakes pairing: marcus pike x reader word count: 637 notes: fluff, baked goods, mention of alcohol, no reader descriptions, no beta & barely edited as we're trying to wrap up this months prompts summary: marcus' first valentine's in DC

x. masterlist

Marcus wandered the aisles of the store, in search of what he wasn't sure. But he was currently trying to ignore the fact that he felt like the contents of his basket screamed sad and single with a six-pack of beer and a microwave meal for one when a year ago it would have been full of ingredients for a home-cooked dinner, fresh flowers and a bottle of wine that he would have spent a good ten minutes pondering over.

With a click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Marcus muttered to himself, “Fuck it,” and headed back to the bakery section he’d purposely skipped in a resolve to stick to a barely holding-on New Year's resolution.

You were wandering the aisles, you had in your basket what you needed, but you were dragging your heels to put off the inevitable, going home to an empty apartment. As you turned the corner into the bakery section, there they were. Your eyes locked onto them immediately, one lone tray of cupcakes.

But these weren’t your ordinary cupcakes, no. These were beautifully decorated with a flurry of soft pink and red frosting, the ombre swirl stacked on top of the pillowy sponge and capped with heart-shaped sprinkles encased in a bright red cupcake liner. They were perfect for a night of self-consolation, and just in your reach.

But just as your fingers brushed against the plastic tray, another hand reached out at the same time. Your hands colliding and quickly retracting. 

You both spoke at the same time,  “Sorry, you take it.”

You looked up from the cupcakes, surprised, into the familiar face of Marcus.

“Oh, hey,” Marcus said, a hint of surprise in his voice, which quickly shifted to a smile. “Fancy running into you here.”

You couldn’t help but return the smile, despite the awkward situation, his deep brown eyes had that way of making you feel at ease. “Hey, Marcus,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the rapid beating of your heart. “Small world, huh?”

The two of you crossed paths here and there, both working at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Marcus was a new addition to the growing Art Investigation department. 

“They’re all yours, I insist,” Marcus said as he placed a hand on his chest and gave a slight bow, an awkward smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to insist he take them or agree to take them yourself.

Seeing the contemplation on your face he shot you a smile, “I insist, take them, please.” 

You laughed, “Okay if you insist,” you answered as you picked up the cupcakes. You looked back up at him, noticing the genuine kindness in his eyes. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want to derail any plans you have for the night.”

You chuckled softly at his comment, grateful for the unexpected kindness. “Actually, it’s my birthday,” you said as you dropped the cupcakes into your basket.

“Happy birthday, wow Valentine's Day too.”

You laughed, “Yep,” you held up your basket which now had the quartet of cupcakes on top of a sad-looking microwave meal, “hence the dinner for one, when your birthday is on Valentines everyone seems to have plans.”

“Actually,” you continued, feeling a spontaneous streak of boldness, “they’d probably taste better with company. If you’re not doing anything that is?” panic settling in that perhaps Marcus was heading home to someone.

Marcus looked surprised at the suggestion, then a warm smile spread across his face. “You know, that sounds like a much better plan than what I had in mind,” he admitted with a grin. “I was just heading back to an empty apartment anyway. And,” he glanced down at his basket and then at yours, “it seems like we both could use some good company tonight.”

[andieanderson-writes]

Hi hi!

I currently have these two lines stuck in my head from “Slut!” by Taylor Swift, “If I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us” and “In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”. First time I heard it my brain went straight to Nanami Kento.

Could you write something for those lines?

Oh my God, I love this ask so much! 😭🫶🏻 thank you, anon, I hope this little drabble finds you. (written in 3rd person, the reader is referred to she/her, unedited.)

All Dolled Up - A Nanami Kento Fanfic (inspired by "Slut!" By Taylor Swift)

"Who do you think she's all dolled up for?"

The whispers surrounded her and wrapped around like a fur coat in the blaze of summer— itchy and terribly uncomfortable. Not to mention how it made her sweat. See, she knew how to make an entrance... adored it even, the way they'd foam at the mouth with every click-clack of her heels. But things were different now, and it was all because of the man extending his hand to her, body slightly bent out of respect as he looked up at her in what she hoped was adoration. Nanami and her had been sent on a mission together— exorcize the curses that had been plaguing a fancy restobar/casino under the guise of the newest couple among the upper class.

The problem was that as much as Nanami Kento liked to believe he was a lowkey guy who passed by unnoticed, it was actually quite the opposite. The man had eyes staring everywhere he went , trailing from the way a single lock of blond hair fell on his forehead (contrary to his usually combed-back hair) to his broad suit clad shoulders to his impeccably expensive looking, shined shoes. He even carried himself with an air of sophistication and importance. The world was his runway at that point.

And it so happened that Nanami was a regular at this particular restobar. He was known to come around to unwind, sometimes alone, sometimes under the persuasion of Gojo. Either way, people knew him well enough to know that this was the first time he'd brought a woman with him and, hence, couldn't stop their yapping and impolite stares.

Stepping down from their car, she placed her hand in his gently, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer. Nanami instantly pulled her in closer as they strolled inside, putting an appropriate distance between them yet close enough for him to lean down and whisper in her ear. "You're shaking." His hold on her hand tightened reassuringly. All the flashing lights and classy jazz playing in the background went dim at the heat of his touch, the calm of his voice.

"I am?" She managed to croak, grimacing internally. Confidence was not her closest friend when she was around a man as elegant and handsome as Nanami Kento— a man she found a little too attractive to be just a pretty colleague she was frequently paired up with.

Nanami nodded. "Yes. I take it it's your first time around here?"

She hesitated, not wanting to seem inexperienced. "Not drinking... but first time here at this particular fancy place."

Nanami smiled at the stress in her voice when she said, "Fancy." He might not have shown it, but he heard the whispers too. He was always watching, listening, hovering protectively when it came to her. "You're beautiful, darling. Radiant even. It's why they can't help but stare." Nanami stared too. His deep brown eyes bore into hers, and the depth of it held nothing but the truth.

She breathed an exhale of every bad essence she had trapped inside her heart. If Nanami, the man she had come to develop feelings for over the last few months, told her the reason the judgy rich stared and murmurred was because she was radiant and beautiful, then it had to be true. Yep, she conceded in her mind, I'm long gone for him.

"Well," she sighed, giving him her best smile to show how much she needed his words, his touch, his presence. "If I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. I mean... just look at us." The way she snudged him subtly with a proud, teasing smirk brought out one of Nanami's rare smiles. He couldn't help but lower his lips to press a kiss on the back of her hand. "Indeed. You are wise as you are beautiful, darling. Now, stay close to me... I'll keep a look out for that spirit manipulating curse."

She would never get used to the nickname, nevermind if it was fake. Just for tonight, perhaps she'd let herself believe that he ached for her the way she did for him. Perhaps she could have faith in the smiles he reserved only for her, in the soft and innocent touches, in the secretive glances and his need to be close to her at all times in some way or another, in his unwavering support and service to her.

Nanami was unlike any other man she had met— no, in the light of him, they all dimmed to mere little boys while his presence alone stood out like that of a gentleman in this fallen world.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

hello, i would like to hear about the titans fantasy au O.O

Oh man, you really shouldn't enable me like this... but if you insist!!

Alright, here's the setting: We're in some weird Lord of Rings/DnD fantasy setting with various magical creatures and inconsistent technological developments. Were tunics worn at the same time as ball gowns? Were carriages used at the same time as broad swords? I don't know! And I'm not doing any historical research! It's just haphazardly medieval!

Donna, for the most part, is relatively unchanged. She fits into this setting rather well. She is the demigod daughter of Zues, warrior in training, third in line to be Queen of the Amazons. At 13 years old she is a new arrival from her island nation and she is hoping to learn monster hunting (she's hoping to learn by doing). The one condition of her joining Diana was that she was supposed to stay with Diana at all times. Both of them nodded and smiled in agreement when their mother, the Queen, said this. Both immediately parted ways once their boat hit the shores of this new and exciting world.

Speaking of new and exciting, the King of Atlantis' ward is tagging along for the first time to see the surface world. Garth is fascinated (and a little terrified) and he's hoping to learn new types of magic! The Crown Prince (his older brother) Koryak says that he will make a fearsome mage one day and he really doesn't want to let him down. Garth imagines that one day his brother will rule as King and Garth will be there at his side as the Head Mage. He really has to work on his skills to get to that point though! Hence studying abroad. He's also... maybe... looking to meet some friends. Or any friends, really. He doesn't have any and he's heard good things.

Lord Richard of Gotham is so tired of politics. His... 'father' is the Crown Prince, next in line for the throne of Gotham. Not that anyone, including Bruce, is happy about it. The Kane family has had the crown for centuries and now, because the King only had daughters and Bruce's mom had the audacity to marry a Wayne (their rival house), they stand to lose it all. Thankfully, Bruce's status as Crown Prince is only temporary. As soon as Princess Kate Kane is married off, her husband will automatically be next in line. (Although they've sure been taking their time with that. What's the hold up?) So Bruce doesn't have to ever worry about being King and Dick (as Bruce's totally legitimate love child that Bruce didn't make up to make sure Dick could inherit everything if he ever died, don't do the math on their ages) doesn't ever have to worry about the throne at all. Sure, he's technically second in line but it's as far away from reality as a nightmare and just as scary. For right now all Dick has to worry about is being a squire, going on adventures and learning how to be a great knight! What could go wrong!?

Crown Prince Elroy is fucked. Seriously fucked. The old Crown Prince Oliver saw Roy at an archery competition and decided 'Yeah, that one.' Ollie offered him a room, food and all the arrows he could ever want. When Roy found out that Ollie was taking a page out of Robin Hood's book, Roy was overjoyed. The two of them had a blast stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. It was great! And then Ollie's father, the King, found out. He disowned Ollie, not that Ollie cared, and life went on as normal with one major giant exception. The King didn't have any other children (legitimate children anyway) and Ollie was now disowned. So the King legitimized Roy as Oliver's bastard child and heir. Or, sorry, Elroy because apparently 'Roy' wasn't fancy enough. Now Elroy is the Crown Prince. Elroy is under lock and key so that Ollie can't influence him. Elroy is being forced to study. (The King promised him that this was just to make Ollie see reason but Roy isn't so sure... the King is putting a lot of effort into his training...) The only saving grace is that Roy is being sent away this summer to learn sword fighting. Archery is 'a cowards sport' apparently and Roy 'needs to expand his horizons'. Well.. they certainly agree on that last one. Roy is making a break for it and he's not coming back.

Wally is a young apprentice working for his Uncle Barry. He's learning how to make medicine and treat wounds and find useful herbs. At least, he's learning that sometimes. A lot of his time is spent being a delivery boy. Uncle Barry says that's an important part of any medical treatment, actually delivering the medicine. Wally thinks that he just wants him to burn off energy. Regardless, Wally spends most of his time delivering medicine and he does it well. It helps that he can cross the continent before most people can blink their eyes. He can't tell anyone that though. Barry has made that part extremely clear. As far as their patients are concerned, Barry is a local doctor who just lives outside of whichever town they're in. There's a lot of things Wally can't tell people. Like how his eyes glow and magic lights up on his fingertips when he's excited. Or how he doesn't really like hats, he just has to wear them to hide his slightly too pointy ears. He gets it. He does. He's heard the whispered stories of fae, the hushed talk of changelings, he's read the old cracked tomes on the Elven Folk. He knows what people will think he is. But he isn't. He really isn't. He's just... Wally. And sure, he might be a little bit odd but he's just as human as the next guy, he swears!

Donna finds herself left on the doorstep of the greatest monster hunters in this new world. Garth is accepted to shadow some of the best defense mages ever. Dick finds himself stopping in with some fellow Knights (he is soon to be one after all) on his way home after a particularly hard mission. Roy finds himself shipped off to learn sword fighting from some 'trusted experts'. Wally is on a routine delivery run to drop off some supplies for his Uncle's good friends. Whether it's fate or something far more sinister, they all find themselves at the temple of the Knights of the Emerald Flame. Sir Hal Jordan, who was not ready for the sudden onslaught of children, panics and gives them a mission to get them out of his hair.

The rest, as they say, is history.

[gingersnap2010]

Yandere Platonic Lelouch x male Autistic! Kid! reader (Code Geass)

Name: Lelouch

Type: Platonic, Protective, Possessive, Delusional, Obsessive, and Controlling

Nickname: Name, possum, chaos in the flesh, and lord of discord

 Lelouch at first has no idea what to make of you. He probably meets you at one of Nunnally’s special classes. He’s shocked to discover your just a kid. Though with your needs it makes sense why you were here since Nunnally attending special classes for people who need it had greatly increased. 

 When he finds out you are autistic, he isn’t very sure what that means. He literally has to ask more than a dozen people, before researching it online himself.

 Eventually, you come over with Nunnally for dinner and he gets to see your quirks in action. You eat out of a compartment box, which has the correct amount of portions you can handle. You hate veggies with a firey passion, more so than his hatred towards his father. You proceeded to tell him your conspiracy theory on the veggie industry and how they will take over the world. 

He pretended to be interested even though he had absolutely no idea what you were even saying to him at the rate you were going. He learned you talk fast and loud when excited. Personal space is a word that is not in your vocabulary, also privacy.

You are very blunt and see the world bluntly, if Nunnally needs help getting into her nightgown. You offer with absolutely no intentions of doing anything funny with her. It makes sense for your age but with sex questions well…

He’s worried that no one has told you about how babies are made. Only to be proven wrong with your very open discussion on the topic. He learns you like being prepared for future events, your boldness of sex. Is a copping measure to make sure you don’t do sex wrong.

 He finds it endearing in a strange way.  Though you couldn’t discuss sex so often, then again you were one to discuss open issues in society so he doesn’t mind. Though he does keep ohgi the hell away from you!

However you have no table skills, you use sporks only, with the occasional spoon for deserts /cereals, and soups and a knife for meats. You have a variety of strange interests. You know more about zero than the average joe, which makes him sweat like you wouldn’t believe. 

Then there’s your animal hobby, you just love possums hence the nickname. He actually learns more about the animal than he used to because of you. Then there's the time you spout some random ass animal fact out of the blue and it catches him off guard. 

“ Hey lelouch! Kangaroos pause their pregnancies in times of drought! Isn’t that neat?!” you yelled rushing into his bathroom as he was getting out of the shower.

Cue him being perplexed as to why you are there and then you follow up

“ also there’s soap on your-” he cuts you off before you announce it to Nunnally

“ ah I see thanks name! Got it!”

“Also Nunnally says hi!” you chirp

“ hi back!” Lelouch yelled trying to cover himself 

Then there was the whole fancy dinner incident. Truthfully he should have told Milly you wouldn’t understand caviar.

” Where are the nuggets?”

“ name this is a fancy restaurant they don’t have chicken nuggets,” Lelouch whispered

“ macaroni?” you ask

“ no,” Suzaku said eyeing you 

“ Is there a kid's menu?!” you shout at the waiter, who turns confused

“ oh my god……” Milly groaned

“ Can we go to Mcdonald's?” you ask

Lelouch smacked his head on the table.

He  becomes your dad, without realizing it. He’s like Mr. mom, seriously he figures out a schedule for you after he convinces your guardian to let you move in. May have used his geass for that. 

Your social skills are zero to none, and so, is the perception of volume.

“ HEY LELOUCH!!!! NINTENDO!!!!” you scream happily pointing to a  pokemon manga

“ name!! shush we’re in a library!” Lelouch hissed 

 When you get hurt or sent to an area he’s gonna wreak havoc on, that's when yandere mode goes on full. He keeps you locked up after that. He feels a bit guilty but he may use your trust in him, to make you stay away from the television if he’s not there, and so on. But it’s honestly for your own good. 

He goes permanently after a bullying situation at school where someone calls you a retard after you did not understand something. He was livid at the person and has a smile the next day when they are found dead. 

This is a good display of his protectiveness, his delusion is in the thinking you are like Nunnally who he perceives is made out of glass. So instead of helping you in a way that would let you become more independent, he caters to your needs.  

  Don’t like watching movies if there's a sad moment in it? Perfect he’ll set up animal documentaries, and animal learning shows instead.  Or craft shows, you name something g rated he’s got it hooked up to the tv. C.C. is like a mum to you so he sees you often cuddling up to her. It makes him jealous, though when you cuddle him he gets flustered easily. He’s shy about hugs sometimes.

C.C. basically gets you stuff to keep busy with, she also teaches you about the history she had experienced. So your understanding of history greatly improves, and you learn a few more languages. She also is great to teach you anything since she is patient and mellow, and has also learned various teaching methods over the years. 

So while your skills don’t improve with people, academically you skyrocket. You're able to get your point across faster with higher-thinking words. Such as parched, instead of thirsty, and so on. It helps you fit in with the higger standing kids when you do go outside so that’s a plus.

  Lelouch calls you chaos in the flesh after the tube city incident in the club room, your idea which you somehow convinced Milly of. Then again she’s had outlandish ideas too. Was to make a giant system of tubes for hamsters. Then set them loose across the school as animal enthusiasm and awareness. 

  You also drench yourself in paint and tried to paint with your body. So yeah, chaos in the flesh. He calls you the lord of discord for the poker game incident that drove him and Suzaku up the wall. When they learned you had somehow been playing with Uno cards. Then said Yahtzee at the end. Truth be told he should have guessed that smile did not seem to get the point of the game. 

C.C. then congratulated you on the discord you created. Hence the nickname.

 You also hog the blanket, yeah you sleep in his bed. You have trouble sleeping alone. Your mind at night tells you that if someone is there they will protect you from whatever monster may come after you. You are not wrong in his case, but the point still stands. Every night you also sleep walk so he has put up baby gates and extra walls, in order to prevent you from getting hurt.

 When he becomes king, he’s hesitant about how you’ll take his death. Since you seem not to deal with the concept very well. So he may tell you he’s gonna be back. This is before he knows he's got code. You also like stealing his hat and sitting on the throne with your favorite drink and people watch. It spooks the guards that’s for sure. 

 You also like playing with the limo’s buttons. Much to the annoyance of the driver. Your favorite thing to do though is to sneak under his robes without him knowing then pop your head threw them scarring him every single time!

You also take a fancy to watch sleeping beauty. He’s not sure why though….

When’s he back with memories and code, you launch yourself at him before kola hugs him. He’s trapped by you and knows it. It takes bribing from Suzaku before you even consider letting go. You watch him like a hawk since he was gone for so long. 

  Lelouch sighs and lets you lay on him as he walks with C.C. to their next location. Yeah, he’d figured out how to keep you with him, so you ain’t dying anytime soon. When you ask what the funny tattoo is for, Lelouch just tells you it’s like a bracelet.

C.C Has dubbed you The Jelly bean of absolute Mayhem. You like it cause it makes you sound powerful, as you try to imitate what Lelouch does with his eyes. Lelouch just sweats in confusion when he sees you trying to act all threatening. 

He tried teaching you chess once, and he watched in horror as you ate the pieces. C.C. learns you are more of a tic-tac-toe person. You do it in the dirt with a tree branch you found.  The most recent incident was when you managed to find a possum and wanted to keep it. It liked you, but it hissed at Lelouch with fiery hatred! The possum had to go, but he got you a plushie which you dubbed mrs. possum.

All in all, not the worst yandere…. right?

[weekend-whip]

What phone cases do they have? Backgrounds? Fancy widgets/little digital pets on the black bar at the top of apple phones?

was gonna draw these but i don't have the patience nor time lol

And I dunno nothing bout no widgets or digital pets, but everyone's got a Borg phone, and if anyone had anything wacky it would be Miranda (and her digital pet would be a dog) or Olivia (with a shark)

Kai: His phone case is a super-cheap plastic one that's just solid red, but he decorates it with fire stickers to "spice it up". Never drops his phone cuz he's always paranoid vigilant about where it is. Home screen is a pic of himself; lock screen is a photo of the main gang just hanging out <3

Jay: Black heavy-duty case with glow-in-the-dark blue lightning bolts, custom made. Very often drops his phone—or it gets knocked off of him—hence the extra padding. Has only broken his screen once. Home screen is a pic of Nya; lock screen...is also Nya.

Cole: Fancy black heavy-duty case, with the rubber on the corners for extra cushion. Swaps between the rainbow-rimmed one he originally had and a glow-in-the-dark lava one Jay made for him, depending on their current endeavors. Lock screen is a pic of his mom; home screen is his current crush.

Zane: Plain white case with a single black bird (falcon) design. Has ironically dropped his phone more than anyone else; only cracked the screen twice (in which Pixal was quick to fix it). Doesn't like photos as a background, as he finds them too distracting, but does eventually change the home screen to a solid icy blue and the lock screen to purple.

Nya: Has one of those cases filled with liquid and glitter that swooshes around when you tilt it. The phone itself is gray, the case itself is clear, but the liquid + decorations are various shades of blue. Has a bad habit of throwing her phone when upset (but eventually has Lloyd to fix it). Lock screen is a scenic beach photo with a dolphin; home screen is a silly photo of Jay.

Lloyd: Doesn't want to bother with a case, since he could just fix any dings on the spot, but eventually gets a cheap one like Kai. Has two: one solid green + trimmed in gold, one black and covered in Starfarer stickers. Swaps them out as needed like Cole. Puts some of those phone charms on the Starfarer case. Both screen backgrounds are photos of the main gang—lock screen is casual wear, home screen is ninja wear (with masks on, of course).

Jesse: Very heavy-duty light pink case with extra padding, due to how accident-prone he is, and covered in dense silver glitter. Doesn't even have to drop his phone to wind up with a cracked screen somehow—but they're usually fixed by Jay or Lloyd. Lock screen is of him and Miranda performing; home screen is a marigold flower.

Antonia: Plain orange case with phone charms of various things that seem to change by the day. Her phone has a strange habit of only breaking during a crisis. Lock screen is of all the student council members; home screen is of her, Jesse, and Harumi (until it is replaced to be her, Jesse, Mira, and Nelson).

Harumi: When she does eventually get a phone, her case varies by whichever "phase" she's in—first one is green and white with spider lilies, second one is black and navy trimmed in silver, third one is pink and purple marble. Her backgrounds are the Shark Army symbol and/or Garmadon's symbol off and on; when they're neither, the backgrounds are just pure black. Maybe a pattern if she's feeling daring.

Olivia: Cheap case, deep blue with a mermaid scale design. Waterproof. Screen is cracked to high heaven but somehow still works; too lazy to fix it. Lock screen is a majestic shark; home screen is her and Nya back when they first met (until it isn't). Lock screen may also sometimes be of any individual she's currently got her eye on, however.

Miranda: Her phone case has one of those "Game Boy" designs in bright blue (that you can play games on); her tablet case is black with neon stripes that change color (which she programmed to stay pink and blue). Drops things often, especially when one-handed, but her stuff is so sturdy that you'd never know. For both items, home screen is a wallpaper of the Borg Tech logo; lock screen is the same picture as Jesse's.

Pixal: Doesn't even need a phone, as all her communication is near-exclusively through the communicators, but is given one due to her father's insistance. The case starts just solid purple, but she feels a little plain with it and winds up bedazzling it. Home screen is a huge group pic; lock screen is of her and Zane.

Skylor: Has one of those cases that changes color with heat, and also works like a mood ring. Is not actually all that phone savvy; has to work up to it. Lock screen is a pic from a girls' night out; home screen is a candid of a very flustered and blushing Kai.

[bearseulgs]

enha's godly parents/enha as demigods

because i'm excited for the show

no pairing

genre: bookish

wc: 1196

warnings: lock picking (?), slight themes of manipulation and negligence in Sunghoon and Jake's (not really tho), mentions of anxiety and panic attacks in Heeseung's but nothing descriptive

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ~ Apollo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

please, we've all heard his So Sick (Ne-yo) and Off My Face (Justin Bieber) covers

if you haven't go listen or i'll send my cat after you (she's scary, ask my brothers)

he's got such an amazing voice

i literally listen to him sing on repeat

the whole HEEling voice tag on twt?? yeah that's real

he mostly inherited the music genes from his dad, but he's got some medical stuff up his sleeve too

the healing voice mostly helps kids with anxiety or breakdowns to calm down and get relaxed again, so when a kid is in the infirmary with a panic attack, the head doctor always sends Hee to help them

he's also got connections in the Demeter cabin (*cough* Jungwon *cough*), so they supply the infirmary with medical herbs

let's not forget that Lord Apollo is also the god of knowledge, and that didn't pass Hee

he's out here winning all the geo bees, spelling bees, you name it

Apollo!Hee my beloved

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ~ Hecate ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Jay is my lovely Hecate camper

i love Lady Hecate

and i love Park Jongseong

so it's like the perfect combo

plus he loves cooking and is great at it so i feel he would be good at making potions (am i projecting? yes)

he's also like,,, weirdly good at rune and sigil magick

like oh the Athena cabin's got a bug problem? boom, sigil outside their door and a spider is never to be seen again

Aphrodite cabin keeps losing their celestial bronze nails? boom, runes carved into them to charm them from ever falling off again, no matter how rough the battle

he's a camp icon ong

new campers never know he's a Hecate kid and always assume he's from Aphrodite or Tyche cabin (fancy man Jay)

that is until they get sick and all of a sudden he's at their cabin door with potions and his mom persona

oh yeah btw he's got connections in all the cabins (mostly with Jake's help) so he's officially become the camp mom, taking care of any problem the younger kids have if he can use magick for it

also sometimes partners with some of his siblings and the Hypnos cabin to calm campers when they're wrought with nightmares

i'm obsessed with Hecate!Jay so i may have gotten a bit carried away hehe

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ~ Iris ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

everyone's fav

he's so precious

he's always willing to help campers get in contact with their family when they're at camp

Jungwon meets him weekly to talk to his grandma

Jake is such a sunshiney boy, and that's amplified as a child of Iris

Lady Iris is the goddess of rainbows, and i believe is also a messenger goddess

so ofc Iris!Jake loves loves lovesss talking to new people

hence him helping Jay with connections

he's friends with every cabin leader and then a few more in each cabin

for some reason i feel like he took the longest of the boys to get sorted

until one day, in the middle of a drought, someone was like "i wish i could talk to my dad again :(" and Jake wanted for them to get that so bad that he accidentally opened an Iris message

leading to a rainbow above his head

anyways stan best boy Jakey

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ~ Aphrodite ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

pretty boy alert

he knows it too

almost certain he was claimed his first dinner at chb

unlike Jay, everyone knows Hoon's gp at first glance

it may have something to do with his eyes that shift colour based on his mood

yk those mood rings? yeah those but it's Hoon's eyes

he doesn't have full blown charmspeak, but he can definitely persuade people to do things

they have to already kinda want to do it tho, he can only give them the final push

sometimes he can keep them from making a decision, but that's harder for him

he loves pulling pranks so he's always making Jay's clothes a size too small bc he knows it annoys him

rip Jay, keep Hoon away from him

basically Aphrodite!Hoon is just worse but also an icon

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ~ Hebe ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Don't Even Argue With Me

idc what you say i stand by Hebe!Noo

he's got the cutest lil baby face

plus he's so handsome and innocent looking

he's such a Hebe kid

sadly we don't have loads of info on the Hebe cabin, but from what we saw from Lester's viewpoint (*cough* simp *cough*) they're extremely attractive and charming

and Noo over here is one of the most attractive and charming ppl ever (he's my ult let me be biased)

so it only makes sense for him to be a Hebe kid

definitely has charmed his way into getting ppl to do things for him just by being cute

hangs out in the Aphrodite cabin a lot (Lady Hebe assists Lady Aphrodite so i hc that their cabins are close with each other)

he and Hoon always gossip when Noo's over

does the Aphrodite girls' hair and they all love him for it

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ~ Demeter ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

not arguing with Athena!Wonie thinkers, i'm just obsessed with Demeter!Wonie

i mean come ONNNN his name literally means garden

no thoughts head empty just jungwon in a greenhouse tending to his medicinal plants

oh yeah, he'd defo grow some medicinal herbs to give to his bff Heeseung to use in the infirmary

he's just so caring how can he not

cooking herbs on the other hand,,,

well he can certainly grow em

but he can't cook with em

that's okay he just gives them to Jay to use in his kitchen witchcraft/potions

nothing is more relaxing to him than coming back from a day of training to chill in his cactus garden, basking in the sun with them

the rest of his cabin isn't convinced that he isn't a plant himself

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ~ Hermes ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Hoon's accomplice

when they're together Jay isn't the only one wearing not so accidental capris 💔

he's also super duper crafty, sometimes outthinking Hee and even the Athena cabin when it comes to capture the flag plans

he knows his strategies, that's for sure

he's also really good at spying and trickery, so even if he somehow managed to alert people to his presence, he can illusion the situation and make it seem otherwise

bc of this, he was often requested to go on quests when he was younger, but Jake would decline for him because he thought he was too young

oh yeah, btw, he's super close with Jake and Heeseung bc when he was younger, he knew Jake from the time he spent unclaimed in the Hermes cabin, and Hee was convinced Jake was an Apollo kid so he started hanging out with them, and now the three are really close

HeeJake are practically his parents tbh

He likes making potions with Jay, whenever he's bored he just goes to watch and even help him sometimes

everyone expects him to be a great lock pick, but he actually sucks at it

he tries so hard but he can't

basically Hermes!Riki is everyone's sly baby

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a/n: i'm only slightly (read: very) obsessed with the pjo show also Drew Tanaka is trans mtf bc i said so

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[not-rude-ginger]

Hello! Just reread, "A Little Bit of Hope, A Little Bit of Hurt," again and I was wondering, can you tel us what you imagine everyone's smells to be? Just realized that I'm not quite sure on what they are, just assuming that JC smelled like grapes, WWX smelled like spices, and LWJ smelled like sandalwood.

Anyway I'm so glad your writing an omegaverse story! One of my favorite worldbuilding challenges honestly.

Edit Note: OK, so I read this query and somehow completely misread the title of my own fic - I think because my last few asks were about For What, so I was thinking about that fic when I answered this, hence why I included Jin Ling. Also probably just not fully awake.

However I think my answer still mostly stands, because I don't think scents would be easily 'this smells of bubblegum' or whatever, it would probably be pretty primal smelling, unidentifiable under the layers of whatever incense, perfume and stuff they picked up, so it would never be 'JC's real smell is X fruit or wood' it'd just be 'JC smells of JC'.

Hmm, I can't say I really thought about it that hard -- I know fiction loves a good scent, but even with my own hyper sensitive nose, I only tend to notice someone's smell when it's bad or especially strong. You need to be especially close to someone to notice their scent and usually what you're going to smell first is whatever they've been around that smells the strongest, stuck to their hair and clothes. Or you might smell their sweat - though that usually only happens as the sweat drys and bacteria get involved. Fresh sweat doesn't really have a smell. Plus there is some truth in the cliché 'and something that was uniquely them' because how their body chemistry reacts to a scent will change it subtly.

However, if I had to take a stab at it,

Jiang Cheng: Probably quite fresh and earthy, he's always surrounded by water and humidity, and fresh water like a lake full of plants has a very strong smell of both parts, the damp and the plants. It probably clings to his clothes and skin -- a petrichor scent especially when he's used Zidian. He also uses Lotus oil in his hair to keep it clean, so that would be prominent.

Wei Wuxian: He smells of spices from hanging around cooking stalls, combined with a slight sickly sweet punge from the resentful energy he uses. He'll also smell of whatever incense that LWJ was using that day.

Lan Wangji: He would likely use a very fancy hair oil to maintain his locks, so that may smell of something very light, a barely perceptible thing, but predominantly I think he would smell like agarwood, which is still an incredibly expensive incense ingredient, because he uses it a lot to air his clothes the night before. In fact he does mostly smell of incense, adding to his priestly aura.

Note: Because the Lan live in a cold place and wear so many layers, I would also think they smell of sweat more prominently than others because the sweat is trapped in the folds and can't dry out properly. However they would also be fastidious about their cleanliness so they never reach 'days old B.O.' So they would use a lot of strong incense smells to cover it up.

Jin Ling: He will also smell of agarwood often because the Jin love to flaunt their wealth, and probably he would also have access to items from other parts of the world, like frankincense, but he also might smell of something floral and delicate.

That's the best I can figure based on their lifestyles and locations.