#the banter and bickering

[dv-kelp-face]

SPOILERS FOR MARK OF ATHENA!!!

Of all the names Percy has, Mr. Optimism is the most underused

[zeizeizeizei]

Night has fallen on Yavin 4. The jungle hums with distant creatures. Leia and Ahsoka sit cross-legged on smooth temple stones under the stars.

Leia (eyes closed, exhaling): I don’t feel anything. Just… bugs.

Ahsoka (smiling gently): It takes time. The Force doesn’t shout. It whispers.

Leia: It probably knows I’m not a very good listener.

A quiet wind stirs the trees. Ahsoka’s face falters. She straightens.

Leia: …What is it?

Ahsoka (sighs): Oh no. Not again.

Two glowing blue forms shimmer into existence a few meters away.

Anakin (grinning): Hey, Snips. Miss me?

Obi-Wan (stoic, arms folded): I told you not to interrupt.

Anakin: I was being quiet. She looked bored.

Ahsoka (muttering): You're both dead. Go be dead.

Anakin: Wow. Harsh.

Obi-Wan: She’s meditating with Leia. Show some respect.

Anakin: I’m her father!

Obi-Wan: Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be here.

Leia shifts uncomfortably. Eyes still closed.

Leia: Ahsoka…?

Ahsoka: Hm?

Leia (quietly): You’re not alone.

Ahsoka (pauses, then calmly): No.

Leia: I can’t see them. But I know.

Ahsoka (softly): You’re more attuned than you think.

Anakin steps closer, beaming.

Anakin: Look at her! Same determination. Same scowl. Same—

Obi-Wan: Lack of patience.

Anakin: Hey!

Leia opens her eyes. Stares directly where they're standing. Doesn’t flinch.

Leia (coolly): Are they always this noisy?

Ahsoka: Yes.

Leia: Like an old married couple.

Ahsoka: They're worse...

Obi-Wan: Thank you.

Anakin: HEY!

Ahsoka cracks a smile. Leia suppresses one too.

Leia: I’m not sure if this makes me feel better… or worse.

Ahsoka: Welcome to the Jedi experience.

Anakin: It’s not all bad. You get glowing afterlife powers.

Obi-Wan: And chronic secondhand embarrassment.

Anakin: Must you always—

Leia (to Ahsoka, standing): Let’s walk. Quietly. Before they follow.

Ahsoka (getting up, amused): Oh, they’ll follow.

Leia (half-smiling): Of course they will.

The two walk into the jungle, their cloaks swaying. Behind them, two Force ghosts bicker in muffled tones.

[aventurineswife]

The Smartest Dumb Idea

Summary: You excitedly propose adopting a baby penguin, expecting at least mild enthusiasm. Aventurine, ever the gambler, immediately supports the idea, claiming that anything can be achieved with enough money. Ratio, on the other hand, finds the idea utterly ridiculous, dismissing it as a waste of time and intellect. As the two men debate the feasibility and logic of the situation, you find yourself caught between Aventurine’s playful scheming and Ratio’s reluctant pragmatism. Can you actually convince them both to adopt a penguin with you?

Tags: Aventurine x Reader x Ratio, Fluff, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Reader Wants a Penguin, Aventurine is on Board Immediately, Ratio Thinks This is Stupid, Debating Over a Penguin’s Life Purpose, Banter & Bickering, (Aventurine Would Absolutely Bet on a Penguin Race), Ratio is Begrudgingly Considering It, Found Family (with a Penguin?).

Warnings: Mild language (Ratio is exasperated), Light teasing and banter, No actual penguins were harmed in the making of this fanfic 🫶.

Requested by: @neuvillette-x-water

You stood in front of Aventurine and Ratio, practically bouncing on your heels, a hopeful look on your face. "I really want to adopt a baby penguin. It would be the perfect companion, don’t you think?"

Aventurine, reclining in his seat with his signature enigmatic smile, tilted his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "A baby penguin, you say?" His voice was smooth, calculating, as if he were already planning the steps to make it happen. "You’re right. Anything is possible, especially with the right… investment." He flicked his wrist, gold rings catching the light, his tone almost teasing. "If you’re willing to make it happen, money can solve most problems."

Ratio, on the other hand, stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his waves of hair cascading over his face as his sharp eyes fixed on you. He scoffed, clearly unamused. "Adopting a penguin? Really? That’s the solution to your life’s problems?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and condescension, his academic tone cutting through the room like a sharp blade. "This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You could invest in a proper research project or contribute to a field of knowledge, but no… you want a flightless bird."

You shrugged, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration at Ratio's dismissal. "But it would be fun! I could take care of it, teach it tricks, and—"

"Tricks? For a penguin?" Ratio interrupted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What, you want to train it to read? Perhaps write your thesis on the complexities of ice fishing?"

Aventurine, still smiling like he held all the cards, leaned forward. "I think it’s adorable, actually. A penguin could be a strategic asset." He winked at you, eyes flicking to Ratio with a challenge. "Imagine the influence of such an exotic, charming creature at your side. Not to mention, there’s no telling the kinds of bets we could place with such a unique companion."

You could sense that this was going to be a tug-of-war between two very different personalities. Aventurine loved the idea for its flair and unorthodox appeal, while Ratio, ever the pragmatist, dismissed it as beneath him.

"I suppose the penguin could learn something… useful," Ratio said, his voice becoming more thoughtful, but still laced with skepticism. "Though I can’t fathom how any creature would be a match for my intellectual prowess." He then glanced at you, his expression softening a fraction, his arms uncrossing. "But if you insist on this… farce, I’ll consider it… briefly."

Aventurine raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. "Oh, Ratio. If you won’t take this seriously, at least we can find some creative way to profit from it. After all, who wouldn’t want a penguin with the power of the great Dr. Ratio backing it?"

You laughed, watching the two men circle each other like cats in a game of chess. Aventurine’s energy was infectious, and even Ratio seemed to soften a little, though he’d never admit it aloud.

The baby penguin dream was alive and well, even if it had to wade through some very odd politics to get there. You had no idea how you would make it happen, but with both Aventurine’s cunning and Ratio’s intellect (begrudgingly, of course), maybe, just maybe, your adorable penguin companion could become a reality after all.

[mobius-m-mobius]

I think there's a real charm - We love playing the argument, because they kind of, they recognize each other and they see each other but it's all about working together.

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 3 : Favorite Dynamic : Lokius + bickering

[swordblade]

Sektor x Khameleon who’s with me?

[willthespy]

In TSATS do you think the nicknames Will and Nico use for one another like serious or them just taking the piss out of each other?

i honestly think theyre trying to embarrass each other more than mean it seriously and its just. a thing they do (so definitely the second one)

like readers will say “ugh theyre so cringe” but im sure solangelo themselves r aware it is cringe and embarrassing for the other (mostly nico if i remember correctly) and thats why they do it

theyre not going around seriously talking to each other like: “oh honey boo, pumpkin patch, sweet, summer, sticky, strawberry pie with whipped cream and GAY. RAINBOW. SPRINKLES.”

kinda like with percabeth except slightly worse because they want to be worse yk

[purpleshadow-star]

If two single characters start arguing in a "they're so annoying" way and not an "I hate them" way in a Rick Riordan book, you know those two characters are going to get together eventually.

[marlynnofmany]

Just wrote a snippet about two wizards arguing over whether wands or staffs are better. Pretty sure they're both wrong.

[ecstarry]

i'm here to let u guys know that toxic exes jegulus who end up fucking after regulus leaves a date to go pick up james from a bar is on it's way

update: here babes

[kittytehe]

Crush

Pairing: College!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary:

Being roommates with Emma means inheriting her best friend, Leon Kennedy—the effortlessly hot, annoyingly charming guy who somehow keeps ending up on your couch, in your kitchen, and in your head. You try to play it cool (you fail). He tries to ignore how cute you are when you’re flustered (he fails harder). chaotic college romance where awkward crushes, subtle flirting, and oat milk theft lead to something much sweeter.

wordcount: - 1,350 words

You knew moving in with Emma meant her chaotic social life would become yours by association. You just hadn’t expected him—Leon Kennedy, golden boy, criminally attractive, and your roommate’s best friend since high school—to start hanging out at your apartment like it was his name on the lease.

He wasn’t even subtle. One day he was shirtless on your couch with a controller in hand, yelling at some alien invasion game. Another day he was in your kitchen, eating cereal straight from the box, asking if “almond milk expires or just gets weirder.”

You did your best to keep it together. But your brain did this thing where it stopped working any time he spoke directly to you.

"Hey, you always smell like vanilla or cookies. Is that...on purpose?"

You had stared at him for a beat too long before mumbling, “I'm a dessert in human form,” and then immediately walked into the doorframe.

Subtlety, thy name was not you.

The worst part? He noticed.

One evening, Leon plopped down on the couch beside you, stretching his arm casually along the back. “So, uh... Emma says you’re taking Psych 203. How’s learning about the human mind going?”

You looked up from your laptop, trying not to swoon over his stupidly perfect jawline.

“Fascinating. Did you know people with crushes tend to act like total idiots around the object of their affection?”

He smirked. “Yeah, I’d heard that. From... science.”

There was a pause.

A knowing pause.

“You’ve been acting kinda weird around me lately,” he said, leaning in slightly. “Any theories on that?”

Your brain sprinted through a thousand escape routes, but your mouth betrayed you: “Maybe you’re just so pretty it short-circuits my ability to function.”

Silence. You wanted to melt into the couch and become one with the upholstery.

Then, Leon laughed—warm and genuine. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He nudged your shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I think your ‘idiot mode’ is kinda cute.”

You turned to him, eyes narrowing. “So you knew?”

He shrugged. “I had a hunch. Emma may have also texted me a play-by-play the night you called me ‘a tall glass of emergency services.’”

You groaned. “I meant to say ‘emergency snack.’”

“That’s... not better.”

Leon’s fingers brushed yours. Just lightly. Like he wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. You stared at your hands, frozen, your brain screaming this is not a drill.

“So,” he said, voice a little quieter, “what happens next in this whole 'crush’ science experiment?”

You blinked. “Well. Typically… the subject either flees or confesses.”

Leon nodded solemnly. “And which one are you feeling?”

“…somewhere between flight and total emotional combustion.”

He grinned, biting back a laugh. “You really do say the weirdest things when you’re flustered.”

“You’re not helping,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind it. He was still close. Still looking at you like he was memorizing your face.

“I’m actually trying to help,” he said, softer this time. “Because, truth is—I’ve kind of had a thing for you, too.”

You blinked. “Is this a prank? Because if Emma jumps out with a camera, I swear to—”

“No prank,” he said, laughing. “Though I’m sure Emma’s waiting in her room with popcorn.”

As if summoned by name, her door creaked open and she peeked out, phone in hand. “Is it happening? Did someone confess? Are you guys gonna kiss or what?”

Leon rolled his eyes but smiled. “Emma, go away.”

“I live here!”

“So does your best friend,” he said, nudging you. “And I’m trying to have a moment with them.”

Emma made a strangled squeal and shut the door with a dramatic thud.

The room went quiet again. Leon’s thumb lightly brushed your hand this time—definitely not an accident.

You smiled, cheeks warm. “So, you really like me?”

He shrugged, but his eyes were all sincerity. “I’m pretty sure I’ve liked you since the first time you yelled at me for drinking your oat milk. You called me ‘a menace with abs.’ It was… charming.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

“Nope,” he said, leaning in just a little more. “But I’d like to be around to keep quoting it back to you. If that’s okay.”

You looked up at him, heart pounding in the best way. “It’s more than okay.”

And when he kissed you—finally—Emma’s muffled cheer from behind the door didn’t even ruin it.

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Leon’s POV – Three Days Earlier..

He wasn’t trying to fall for his best friend’s roommate. Really.

But the first time you mumbled something like “Leon Kennedy, walking thirst trap” under your breath—loud enough for him to hear as you tripped over your own shoelaces—something in his brain short-circuited.

He had smiled all the way home that night, even when he walked into a lamp post.

At first, he’d chalked it up to harmless flirting. A few jokes, some teasing, the occasional weirdly specific compliment (“Your hair looks like it belongs in a very clean action movie.” What did that mean?). But then he started noticing the little things.

Like how you always looked away when he caught you staring.

How you fidgeted when he sat too close.

How you always remembered how he liked his coffee, even though he’d only mentioned it once.

And how—when you laughed—it kind of echoed in his chest for longer than it should’ve.

That’s when he knew he was in trouble.

He tried playing it cool. Tried to act like he wasn’t low-key counting the days until Emma invited him over again. But then she caught him scrolling through your Instagram at work, and that was the end of that charade.

“You’re an idiot,” she told him. “They like you back, you know.”

Leon blinked. “What?”

“Leon. They call you things like ‘certified menace with a jawline’ when they think I’m not listening. Ask them out already.”

He spent two days psyching himself up. Day one: complete failure—he just asked if you had any ketchup. Day two: also a failure—he made it to the living room but chickened out and started a conversation about mushroom-based protein.

Day three, though? That was game day.

He flopped on the couch, started with casual banter, and fully expected to keep things surface-level until you dropped that whole “people act like idiots around their crushes” line.

His heart did something weird.

And when you called yourself a dessert?

Yeah. That was it. He knew he had to say something before he combusted—or kissed you mid-sentence, which, while tempting, might’ve been poor form.

But when you looked back at him with that hopeful, deer-in-headlights kind of smile?

He was gone.

Totally and completely.

[stardustinthesky]

You're the one who never says what he means. That's not true. Then say something you actually mean.

[mocharacha]

Iridescent Part 1: Sunflower Yellow

Summary: Y/N and Hyunjin are back at it again, they’re slinging color palettes and side-eyes as they hate each other like a perfectionist hates uneven brushstrokes. But when a project forces them into close quarters for a part-time job, spilled drinks and sharp words might not be the only thing flying. Underneath the sarcasm? Tension. And maybe not just the angry kind. Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader Genre: College AU, Academic Rivals to Lovers A/N: This is a story I revamped when I wrote for another fandom, but never posted it. Updates will be irregular cuz I'm finishing up my degree :'). Taglist is open Warnings: mild profanity, verbal conflict, mentions of emotional distress, joking fantasy violence, embarrassment, and light sexual innuendo (Minors DNI) Word count: 4,3k

Masterlist - Aesthetic

Well….Fuck!

You were running...running late, that is. Footsteps echoed through the empty hallways of JYP University.  Black converse squeaked on the floor as you turned to charge up a flight of stairs and put your sorry excuses for lungs into additional trauma.

You stopped on top of the stairway because you enjoyed the view of the old stairway (and definitely not because you felt your burning legs threaten to give out).  While trying to catch your breath, you reached for something to drink out of the side pocket of your canvas backpack.

The burning of your lungs matched the pricking sensation in your reddened eyes, who had not yet recovered from all the tears you spilled last night over that stupid guy.

Fortuna was really smiling down at you today. You realized when you saw that you'd forgotten your water bottle. With a loud groan, you zipped your backpack open to grab another bottle of the thickly yellow liquid.

Your dear roommate made you a smoothie before you woke up, and he had gone to morning practice. The beverage's color was pretty, a rich sunflower orange, but right now, it was too bright for your swollen and puffy eyes.

You took a sip, winced because the Banana-mango-turmeric smoothie had too much turmeric in it.

Once more, you wondered why you decided to rent an apartment far from the campus? Why couldn't you live in the dorms nearby?

Then again, your city apartment had access to a special storage room in the attic, and you needed that space. And your roommate can cook…and care for you if he even though he was a complete menace once you got to know him. 

Seriously, he was a year older than you…why was he such a maniac sometimes?… That crazy cat people....

Distracted by the earthy taste of the drink, you forgot the reason, why you were drinking this in the first place……right…you were late to class,

"CURSE you" you yelled at the liquid in the bottle for distracting you.

It didn't answer.

Rude.

So, you hastily screwed on the cap before you started moving again. One more hallway, a sharp turn left, and you collided with a wall…you didn't remember that someone had built.

The heck?? Why was there a wall in the middle of the hallway?

The impact made you stumble backward a little and slip, and you had just enough reflexes to tilt a little, so you fell sideways and didn't crush your backpack, which had your tablet in it. It still hurt, thankfully, it was your left hip you fell on.

Before you could comprehend what happened, you felt something wet and icy cold seeped into the fabric of your blouse. The liquid smelled familiar, coffee…and as you glanced down, you saw a prominent patch of the brown drink blooming on your chest.

Oh, no… you had to work this afternoon and wouldn't have time to get something to change because your apartment was too far from campus to do so.

"You gotta be kidding me…" a groan from across you snapped you back into action

The initial shock from your collision seeped into anger, clinging to your skin as the fabric of your pale pink shirt did. You saw him.

Hwangfucking Hyunjin in his freakish tall glory, dressed in tan brown slacks and a white shirt, looking like he was better than everyone else, and a condescending expression to match his outfit.

He looked devastatingly handsome, long, dark hair, like ink in motion wrapped in a bun, just a few strands of hair framing a face too perfect to be real. His light brown eyes, laced with daring golden flecks, held a quiet fire that made it impossible to look away. Annoying!

He was tall, muscular, actually had some brain capacity, and dressed very nicely.

He was also Satan personified.

"CAN YOU….FOR ONCE WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" he snapped at you from under his glasses, checking his messenger bag.

He sighed in relief as he saw that his own laptop wasn't broken but groaned at the empty cut of iced coffee he must have gotten from outside the campus.

"BACK AT YA," you snapped, struggling to get up to gather you on things and shoot deadly glares at the bane of your university life. You hated that guy ever since the first year of uni.

The iced coffee was soaking your shirt, and you couldn't risk that the light blazer you wore being ruined too, so you proceeded to shrug it off while muttering, "I thought those ugly glasses are there to help you see."

"You need to pay me back for that drink you made me spill." the boy replied.

Hwang bent down to retrieve the plastic cup. Grimacing at the lack of content, he tossed it into a bin close by, so painfully accurately, just with a flick of his wrist. It looked so effortless that you blinked at the bin for a few seconds in awe.

You admitted that he was good, but the fact that he seemed so good at this made you hate him even more. The freaking audacity.

Then your head whipped around to stare him in his stupid brown eyes

“The fuck I will do Hwang! You ran into me! How about you paying for dry cleaning?”

"For that shirt?" he sneered, "I know that you don't have a sense of fashion L/N, but even you must notice that it's clear to everyone that you are wearing a discolored shirt. Did you get dressed blindfolded in the dark or was it a dare?”

Unfortunately, his statement was true. Your stupid roommate had accidentally sneaked in a red sock alongside his clothes when you did laundry the other day and blamed one of the cats…. so all of your white clothes came out pink.  

That morning you indeed had just grabbed the shirt from your room in a rush. 

It wasn’t really usable as clothing but was a good rag to clean. 

Why did he have to be so painfully right in his observation….it infuriated you.

Stupid Roommate, this was all his fault. Maybe you should take revenge on him?….but then again he could cook…still.

Yeah, you would have to take revenge on him one day...maybe tonight (after dinner), but you didn't really know how to get away with crime just yet...and those things need planning. Besides you could not leave the cats orphaned….and  he'd tried to make it up to you by making the smoothie...

However, before you could retort, Hyunjin cursed again when he realized that your clothing wasn't the only one that a drink had been spilled on. On his tan pants, a long line of orange smoothie was across the mids of his thighs, to be exact.

Although, the smoothie wasn't as quick to seep into the fabric in as the coffee. It would, however, definitely leave a permanent stain.

You snorted in grim satisfaction, serves him right.

"The fuck you're cackling about?" Hyunjin snapped as he frantically tried to dab away the stains with tissue, no a handkerchief from his pocket. Because, of course, he'd have one of those...pretentious prick.

"Looks like peed yourself," you sniggered and grabbed the half-empty smoothie bottle from the ground.

And because until lunch, this was your only possibility get a drink. You capped the bottle and secured it in your bag while Hyunjin still tried to get himself clean.

Ofcourse, you noticed the glares he was sending you, but you frankly didn't care and wanted to get moving.

"Oi…Short Stuff!" you heard his voice yell out as soon as you made a few steps,pointing in the other direction, "Class is this way…."

He pointed the finger at the door to the lecture hall you didn't realize had been there because you and Hyunjin had collided right in front of it.

"I knew that!" you retorted, spinning on your heel and stomping your way back.

Hyunjin grunted in frustration as he saw that the stain on his pants was permanent, and he shot a glare at you, grumbling something about you ruining his appearance.

"Serves you right evil spawn," you spit out, put your hand on the lecture hall door "If you're so self-conscious about your appearance pretty boy, go ahead and go home to change…"

"Then I would miss the lecture you idiot…" he rolled his eyes and eyed you up and down. "and don't you talk about fashion sense…"

You glanced down yourself. Black converse, a loose-fitting, paint-splattered, ripped light washed blue jeans, a pinkish white blouse, tugged in, and a black blazer that was secured safely in your backpack. What the heck was he talking about?

"Look who is self-conscious about appearance now?" he sneered.

"Fuck you Hwang!"

"Get going or get lost Pipsqueak," he simply replied and put his hands over yours to push down the door handle and push the heavy door open.

"Hands off," you hissed, pulling your own hand away from under his. It felt like it was burning.

Hyunjin hissed a, "Shut up." since the lecture had already started

The two of you sneaked into the last row of the lecture hall. Luckily, your professor was one of those who kept on talking and didn't mind an interruption by late students.

The Art History professor was one of the more elderly professors and had seen and heard every excuse for tardiness that he simply stopped caring. As long as you settled in quietly and didn't interrupt class with made-up reasons, he didn't bother with reprimanding students and dealing with possible paperwork.

At this point, you doubt that anything would interrupt Choi-gyosunim from his monologues about European art history. Not even his own death.

You noticed that he glanced up at the two of you, though, and gave you a short nod and the hint of a smile on his lips, which reflected on your own. 

You grabbed your tablet and stylus from your bag, opting for handwritten notes because you had already downloaded Choi-gyosunim's slides.

Being his student assistants had its merits, after all. 

Hyunjin, next to you, groaned because he missed the first few slides, and you noticed his darting eyes on you as you scribbled something into your notes.

"What?" you hissed from the corner of your mouth.

"Do you have the slides?" he groaned, sounding like he didn't believe he was asking you for them.

"Awww….Hyunjin–ssi are you asking me for a favor?" you grinned, eyes fixated on the tiny-looking professor far in front of you. From this far up, he looked like a cloud with his fluffy white hair and beard.

"Nevermind …" he started to say but stopped when you flipped the cover of the tablet.

"Make it quick," you retorted and handed him the device, "You just missed slides 1-7."

"Thanks…" he grunted.

 You smirked, cocking an eyebrow amused. "What was that?"

"You got pain on your nails….." Hyunjin pointed out, and you glanced at your fingers…. indeed. Apparently, you hadn't cleaned up your hands enough after your late-night painting escapades.

Grumbling, you tried scraping the paint off your nails and swore you could hear Hyunjin mutter something.

You couldn't care less. Who did this guy think he was. You were nice to him a second ago, and he repaid your kindness by telling you that you looked gruesome?

You had more significant issues you noted as you glanced down and still saw the now drying patch of brown on your chest.

You needed a hero…and decided to text the biggest savior you knew.

The ninety-minute lecture went over slowly, but you didn’t mind listening to Choi-gyosunim’s joyful little rants. As his student assistant you knew this lecture’s outline because, frankly, you helped the elderly sensei to make those presentation slides and helped him with his computer.

You leaned forward on the desk, chin propped up on your palm, and fiddled with the stylus entranced by his words of brush stroke techniques.

The lecture was slowly coming to an end because Choi-gyosunim was revising some of his points. The lecture hall relaxed, and some started to stretch out their limbs.

The soft tapping of fingertips across the laptop keyboard next to you stopped, and you peered over your shoulder to glance at Hwang, quickly rubbing the corner of his eyes, suppressing a yawn. For a second you could have sworn that he had been looking at you…and were unsure whether you had something on your face?

“What are you looking at?” he snapped at you while you shrugged. “Better write that down…I think it’ll be on the exam.”

You turned around and noticed with smug satisfaction that he hastily started tapping something into his computer, but Choi-gyosunim already shut down the presenter, and the last slide was gone.

There was another thing about Choi-gyosunim’s lectures…if you didn’t show up to class…you didn’t have a chance to get the lesson’s content because even though he used slides, he didn’t put them online for access. Once he was done with a presentation…you were done taking notes. Simple.

“Bad Luck” you smirked and closed your tablet so Hyunjin couldn’t peek at your own notes.

“Tsk,” he huffed, “You’re just lucky that you’re a little teacher’s pet…”

“Jealous? If you were nicer I’d offer you my notes.” You rolled your eyes at him. “But you were a jerk earlier, and now I won’t.”

“I’ll still get the better grade” Hyunjin grabbed his things and stood up as the other’s in the lecture hall did the same.

You remained seated because you had back-to-back classes in this lecture hall and wanted to wait before going down to personally apologize to Choi-gyosunim for your tardiness.

Hyunjin hesitated, as if he was waiting for you to retort. You did, but waited until a few of your peers were closer.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin-ssi. Nobody will notice that large yellow pee stain on your trousers,” you said loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to reach sensei’s ears.

Some of them glared at Hyunjin’s pants and sniggered behind.

Hyunjin snarled an insult at you and hurried out of class, trying to escape the snickering glances of your peers.

You waited until the hall was empty, then grabbed your bag and skipped down the stairs to talk to your teacher. He wasn’t angry, maybe a bit concerned about your whole attire. Yes, he commented on your reddened eyes and asked if everything was okay, but you quickly assured him that it was stupid boy trouble, and he chuckled in response.

The two of you checked your next meet up for the slides you had to prepare and some scans you had to make from a book in the library, then he off wished you a nice day and fun at work later. He knew about it because Choi-gyosunim was the one who recommended you for the job at the museum.

You settled down in the fourth row for your next lecture held by a relatively young professor keen on class participation. By the time this class was done, you were three things.

Hungry, thirsty, and tired. The smoothie didn’t help much for doing anything against your problems. You grabbed a coffee on your way to the cafeteria, where you’d meet Nari.

You met the soft girl at the start of your university life, and you had shared some basic art classes. But since she was going for Ad Design and you were more into Historical Arts, your paths split academically.

“Y/N !” she said as soon as she saw you standing in front of the vending machine.

“Nari-ah my lady and savior bless the heavens you’re here!” you gave her a small hug, and she then presented you a bag with several clothes.

“I brought you a blouse and the grey pullover you left at my place the other day,” Nari grinned, holding up a finger. “I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“It’s still pretty warm outside…it’s barely September.”

“Nights still get chilly and as I know you’ll end up staying at the museum for way too long” she grinned, then glanced at the Kimpap you were holding in your other hand.

“What’s this?”

“Lunch, Nari” you stated simply, and saw her rolling her eyes at you.

“You need to eat something proper,” she scolded.

“I also have a banana, an apple , and a chocolate bar,” you said proudly, to which she just sighed, “Join us for lunch….Ni-ki wouldn’t mind, really…”

“I don’t mind Ni-ki-ssi,” you stated. “He’s nice, but his friend is another thing…and speaking of the devil.”

Nari turned around to see that an engineering student, Ni-ki was approaching, chatting animatedly with Hyujin, your personal devil.

“Ew…” he commented when he saw you. Giving you a second of his time, he nodded politely at Nari and busied himself with his phone.

“Y/N-ssi” Ni-ki said after he greeted Nari with a small kiss on her temple. 

Yeah…they were totally just friends, my ass, you thought.

“Are you joining us?”

“Can’t sorry…” You smiled at the guy. “I gotta run…thanks for offering though…you’re so nice and have such manners.”

Not like some other guy. You glanced at Hyunjin, who didn’t look up from his phone, and commented with a smirk, “Nice blouse L/N.”

“Fuck you, Hwang,” you grunted. 

He had time to change into other pants, so you couldn’t come up with a better insult.

“Yeah, no thanks…” he shrugged, “Ni-ki…I’m heading inside…someone is smelling like sweat and moldy coffee…pitiful really.”

When he sneered at you, you flipped him off.

What a bastard. Joining them for lunch…yeah, right…no one would ever make you spend more time with Hyunjin than necessary. It was bad enough that the two of you shared classes…most of the time, you avoided the lanky linguine like the plague.

But enough thoughts wasted on the human embodiment of the Dead Sea. 

You had work later, which would be stressful and loud enough, so you’d better calm down before the big rush.

Your second job was at the Seoul Museum of Art. 

It didn’t pay much, but it allowed you to enter an intern position for the compulsory internship that would start soon, and you hoped they would give you bigger responsibilities.

Sometimes, you gave guided tours to school groups. However, your main job was to give afternoon art courses to grade-schoolers. Sometimes, the kids were just too unruly. On other days, they worked fine and were angels.

Since the colleague you usually worked with, a middle-aged woman, had a baby, the workload doubled in the last few weeks.

Thankfully, the group that visited today was supervised by their charming young teacher, who seemed to have experience calming down little tornadoes.

He wasn’t much older than you but made an effort to visit with his class as often as possible. It turned out that their primary school had decided to come by every week, formed an art club because they liked the program, and sent the young teacher to chaperone the club.

As the program was dubbed, Little Leo’s Art Class educated the kids about famous artists and helped them recreate their paintings and sculptures. You first told a story about the artist and then instructed them while they painted. Today’s work was Van Gogh’s sunflowers; the kids could use acrylic paint on their little canvases.

They brushed and dabbed their paintbrushes, turning white into bright colors.

Afterward, they helped to clean up, and the handsome grey-haired teacher assisted you in helping the kids clean and put away the brushes the right way. Before they thanked you and went back to school.

You cleaned up afterward, looked that the canvases were put away safely to dry. That the brushes, containers, and tables were properly cleaned and checked. Pushed open the heavy door to the supply closet and sorted the material into the correct spaces.

A quick glance around. 

No one had left something behind…good.

Checked your phone, no messages then again connection in here was terrible per usual.

Taking out your Ipad, you settled down to study a little bit in the quiet of the small studio. Another group was supposed to be here, but they’d cancelled because of a sudden flu outbreak in the school.

You were halfway through your revision when someone knocked at the door, and soon after, your supervisor entered the door with a smile 

“Ahhh..L/N-ssi…I thought I would catch you here…everything done?”

“Yes, Kim-seonsaengnim …everything is cleaned up…I only had one class today,  the last one canceled on me…so I’m studying if that is okay…” you said and put down the apple you were chewing.

“That’s too bad...I thought we could have caught you while you were so high spirited and in your element.” he said with a smile, “Anyway…. I wanted to introduce your new colleague to you. He’ll be working mainly as a guide and will intern here alongside you.”

A new colleague? Intern? So soon? As far as you knew they were just starting the job interviews today.

“Yes, I was surprised too…but he just came to the job interview and was perfect fit…” he smiled once more and glanced back.

“Don’t be shy boy….come in…introduce yourself…”

You stood up and tugged down the apron you were waiting you stood, then lifted your head to smile at the newcomer. But as you saw him, your smile died on your face.

The same happened to his face, with the difference that the newcomer wasn’t smiling in the first place.

“Oh…you know each other already?” Kim-seonsaengnim’s eyes shined as he saw the recognition in both of your faces.

“Yes…” Hwang Hyunjin said shortly.

He had changed again, wearing a dark brown blazer and matching slacks.

He closed his eyes for a second as if he had to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating you did the same…nope still there….

“Peachy!” Kim-seonsaengnim clapped his hands. “If you know each other you’ll get along just fine! Looking forward to a good and prosperous corporation you two.”

Well…. Fuck!

[aventurineswife]

haiiii ☆! hoping this reaches u in good health!! the idea of hsr characters (dr ratio/sunday/blade) with a gyaru reader has been shaking in my mind like a snow globe φ(≧ω≦*)♪ i super wonder what the dynamic would be! would they think readers personality is too rowdy? would they enjoy her fashion sense? maybe they’d even consider letting reader do their makeup~! ♡ anywho, feel free to ignore, it’s not a prob! thanks sm for ur time & love ur work!! xx 💖

Hiiiii! 💖 Your idea is so cute, and I think the contrast between these characters and Gyaru!Reader would be pretty cute! 🤭✨

Ratio is definitely the type to raise a brow at first. He prides himself on intellect and refinement, so your bubbly, expressive nature might make him assume you’re a bit... frivolous. But oh, how quickly he learns otherwise. The way you effortlessly command attention, your confidence, and the way you own your aesthetic? It intrigues him. You’re someone who defies expectations, and he respects that.

Would he let you do his makeup? At first, he scoffs at the idea—but then he catches you pouting (an undeniable weapon), and after a very dramatic sigh, he relents. He sits still, eyes half-lidded as you carefully paint his features, occasionally throwing in quips like, “Do not make me regret this.” But the moment he sees himself in the mirror? His lips twitch. "Hmph. Not bad.” He won’t admit it, but he leaves a little smudge of shimmer on his face for the rest of the day.

He may act unbothered, but deep down? He loves your energy. Your ability to brighten any space makes him feel at ease, even if he won’t outright say it. And when people judge you unfairly? Oh, he will cut them down with the sharpest, most eloquent retort.

Sunday is a dreamer, and you? You’re a dazzling force of nature. Your high-energy presence is like a burst of sunlight against his melancholic disposition, and it both soothes and unsettles him. He’s used to quiet contemplation, to conversations laced with philosophy—but then you come along, laughing freely, twirling strands of your perfectly styled hair, and calling him “Sundy-kun” just to watch his wings flutter in flustered confusion.

He’d definitely be fascinated by your makeup and fashion sense. The way you adorn yourself so unapologetically is a form of self-expression he deeply admires. He might trace the patterns of your nail art with a thoughtful hum, murmuring, “Every detail tells a story, doesn’t it?” And when you offer to do his makeup, he closes his eyes and allows you to paint over his worries for a little while. The soft brush of your fingers against his skin? It’s grounding.

You challenge him in ways he never expects. You refuse to let him get lost in his own head, pulling him back to the present with playful pokes and affectionate teasing. And despite his initial reservations, he adores it. You remind him that life isn’t just about philosophy—it’s about living.

Oh, Blade. He is so tired. So broody. And then here you come, a whirlwind of glitter and energy, calling him “Bladie~” in a singsong voice and insisting he needs a wardrobe upgrade. He side-eyes you so hard.

At first, he thinks you’re way too much. Too loud, too flashy, too alive—but he doesn’t push you away. There’s something magnetic about you, the way you throw yourself so wholeheartedly into joy. It’s a stark contrast to his self-destructive tendencies, and maybe, just maybe, he finds himself lingering in your presence more than he intends to.

Would he let you do his makeup? It would take a lot of convincing (and maybe a wager he loses). He sits there, arms crossed, grumbling under his breath, “This is pointless.” But as you carefully blend soft red eyeshadow to match his scarlet gaze, his expression softens. Maybe, for once, it feels nice to be touched without pain.

You’re the kind of person who drags him out of his own storm. You don’t care that he’s got a dark past—you see him, and you refuse to let him wallow. And honestly? That terrifies him a little. But it also makes him want to stay by your side just a little longer.

They all find something comforting in your presence. You remind them that life isn’t just about knowledge, philosophy, or vengeance—sometimes, it’s about having fun and embracing yourself fully.

Also, I definitely think at least one of them secretly keeps a tiny rhinestone on their person as a reminder of you. Just saying.

Thank you for this super cute idea!! I had so much fun with it ♡(｡- ω -)

[aunhinged]

Wilson as a ghost AU

Wilson dies tragically, but instead of passing on, his ghost haunts House. Wilson tries to give emotional advice from beyond the grave, while House treats him like an annoying roommate.

Wilson: You could at least pretend to mourn. House:  I’ll mourn when you stop rearranging my stuff. Even in death, you’re a control freak. Wilson: I’m here because you need closure. House:  I need you to shut up so I can watch my soaps.

[shiningstarr15]

✨Things I’d wanna see in Gregory and Vanessa remodels at some point in the future✨

-make Greg slightly taller- not too much, bc he is still supposed to be mistaken for a little kid (as seen in GGY) BUT I do think the model in SB is probably a little too small. I’d say bump him up a few inches at least.

-make Vanessa slightly shorter- she’s WAY too tall in SB, and if you look at her in the comics, she doesn’t tower. She is tall, but not THAT tall.

(In contrast to each other, I don’t think Greg should be past her shoulders, it just doesn’t feel right. AT BEST, I’d say he comes up to her chest)

-give Vanessa a new outfit- this one’s a given. Obviously she doesn’t have the security outfit after the end of SB. But she also has no model yet with the purple flannel. And I’m dying to see it.

-Vanessa non defying gravity ponytail, or hair down- I honestly don’t really care if she doesn’t have the super long ponytail. I think the middle/high one looks fine. My only issue is that it defies gravity when it should NOT 😅 so uh.. please fix that :3 As far as hair down goes, that.. is just for guilty pleasure. Not a huge deal, but I’d be quite pleased to see it :3

-personally, I don’t think the eyes need to change. Maybe Greg’s can be less orange and more of a hazel with orange tint. But.. I kinda like them having huge bug eyes. Idc if it’s “too anime” or whatever, it works for the style. (Besides, Greg is described as being a “wide eyed little kid” and Cassie’s REMODEL has bug eyes. So it shouldn’t be a big deal at all)

-Gregory.. doesn’t really need a new outfit. Especially if they’re on the run, I doubt getting new clothes is a priority tbh (but I’d absolutely DIE if he was shown wearing Vanessa’s flannel, to keep warm or something)

-take off Gregory’s bandaids (maybe add a scar)- Greg’s bandaids shouldn’t be there still after months. At most, you’re only supposed to wear them for like.. a few days. So honestly, I don’t anticipate him really having a scar either.. I just have grown accustomed to liking the idea through fanon

-make Vanessa’s freckles more prominent- I can understand why they’d be faded in SB, since it seems she pretty much spends the whole time in the dark, up in Fazerblast and down creepy halls. But now that she’s free, they should be more exposed from the sunlight. (Like I don’t think she’s necessarily COVERED in them, but she should definitely have them scattered on her nose and cheeks)

-REDUCE VANESSAS CHEST- I cannot stress this one enough. HER CHEST IS NOT THAT BIG. In the comic endings it’s so clear that she’s sitting at average, but the model does such a disservice in objectifying her too much. I’d say she’s probably a C cup maybe.

-I don’t really care if Vanessa has muscles honestly. I actually think her being a scrawny thing works better for her character. She’s supposed to be weak and incompetent, it makes her character more compelling honestly both as an antagonist and potential protagonist

-fix Greg’s hair a little. The style is fine but the model makes it a bit too stiff, maybe fluff it out a bit.

-And for the love of all things good, GIVE VANESSA A FULL HEAD OF HAIR.

And.. I think that’s about it (trying to keep it in possible canon. Obviously there’s more I’d add, but rn, with them on the run most likely. It probably isn’t possible)

[snarky-magpie]

Me: I kinda feel that if I don't publish a book, I'm gonna think I'm a failure as a writer.

My husband: Well, I've got a piece of advice for you. Make peace with it now, while you're on anti-depressants 'cause without them, it's gonna be much tougher.

Me: Well, I guess I can just write fanfic. I mean, a hobby can be just a hobby without any grand aspirations, right? After all, you spend all your free time playing Warhammer, and it's not like you're ever gonna achieve anything in it.

My husband: Hello? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not on anti-depressants, so tread carefully!