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yoshimiilk · 2 years
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welcometogrouchland · 2 months
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ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)
#dc comics#batfamily#damian wayne#stephanie brown#dick grayson#talia al ghul#duke thomas#cassandra cain#mine#woo new art tag. please god let me keep this up all year#uhh anyway yeah! still a big backlog of sketches but i got burnt out which means i had time to collect some#i feel like my art looks. extremely different w/o lines compared to with? idk i worry that's it weird/off-putting#but hey at the end of the day I'm hardly worrying about my brand integrity on tumblr dot com#duke and cass being at poetry club is based on them canonically being into poetry and for a good while duke and jason got along well#Steph is there for both jason and cass' emotional support (unfortunately there's a design flaw. she can't do both simultaneously)#(which is fine bc cass is fleeing the scene at the idea of having to casually hang out with jason)#(they're the exact amount of similar and more importantly different that it's like putting two firecrackers together. bad)#i really like the steph mask designs... it'd be fun to do something with them but idk what y'know?#I'm just like. if we're assuming that her mask has to be different from both babs and cass then this is what I've got as alternatives#i mostly wanted to practice character interaction with the talia and damian one... and also i love them#looking at james gunns batman movie proposal. you keep your hands OFF HER MR GUNN#please if shes evil in a movie they're never gonna let her be good in the comics again 😭#dc when you inevitably cave and do your next big reboot let the ppl finally have the son of the demon origin (w/ tweaks of course)#idk it's canon in my heart. heartcanon if you will <3#anyway yeah uhhhhhh enjoy?
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marcmorrigan · 1 year
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im not gonna make this rebloggable bc its just two unrelated drawings slapped together in layout but like. i put them next to each other to play compare & contrast and ended up HURTING MY OWN FEELINGS... beyond looks even more in love when hes next to L ouch ouch ouch
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amorfista · 8 months
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[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"
The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!
While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city there is out there!
But hold up just a second...
-"Hey Wrecker, look!"
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"...now wouldn't it be a shame if someone was feeling extra mischievous today?" Omega thought to herself. Turning to her left, lips pressed in a smile, she discovered Wrecker mimicking her expression. Apparently, he had just read her mind >:).
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Tech had felt such peace, such safety that he had fallen into a deep slumber, further fueled by his usual lack of sleep.
Tough seldom wrong, today he was.
Because at this moment Tech was, in fact, in grave danger.
...TO BE CONTINUED!!
[Part 3] [Part 4]
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(Acknowledging the lil' banner for a fraction of a second, it's just something I'm testing out and would like some feedback if you'd be so kind to give it :)) I'll probably make it just a tad bit more refined and (possibly) include the members of the Batch appearing on the post? but I might just randomize it for fun too. Thank you for taking the time to read this!!)
OKAY SOO. I decided to post these two drawings that I completed a few days ago because:
- once again i deadass couldn't wait anymore💀
- I have decided to make as many "beach episode" themed drawings as I can during the summer (and fall if we get there cuz why not) so i'll just post them as I'm done with each of 'em! I have SO many ideas for it and I want it to be a big project and not some sketches as I had initially planned. I want to make it WHOLESOME and HEART MELTING!! Whenever I get burnt out or need some fresh air I'll draw other things, probably still within the Star Wars theme because the brainrot is real🤓, but just letting you know in advance because AAAH!! this is a big thing for me and I want to share it with you guys because love is all you've shown me and I want to reciprocate 💕 🥺 
- and last but DEF NITELY not least I want to celebrate thAT I REACHED 300+ FOLLOWERS TODAY!! AND ALSO 1000+ NOTES ON MY OMEGA DRAWING??!! IN LIKE NO TIME TOO!!? WHAT THE FRICK. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!
Never before had my art had such an impact in a community. I am so grateful for all of your comments and interactions with my drawings, it's a ridiculous boost in inspiration and confidence :) It makes me want to push my limits every time!! So once again THANK YOU!!☺️ 💕 
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ja3hwa · 3 months
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♡ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡
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【Synopsis】 : It's been so long since you've seen your boys. And when the youngest comes knocking on your door, the new life you had only just managed to build comes crashing down.
『Word count』 :  4.8k
-> Genre: Mafia au. Angst. Fluff.
Pairing: Mob Boss!Ot8 Ateez x Reader
[Warnings] : lots of heart ache. The reader is beside herself a lot. Blood. Gore. Death. Torture. Reader gets kidnapped. Tears. Hugging. Lots of cry. Grovelling (we stan a good grovel). And yeah, lots of angst but fluffy at the end. Kissing. Mingi got a dirty mind. Whoops.
Note: uh, so hi. Ahha It's been a while... I finally decided to actually finish the alt ending of this fic. I've had people ask for more, and I honestly forgot about it. But then i saw someone send in THIS request, and it made me want to finish this. So this can be read as a stand-alone. But if you want to read part 1 and the other ending. Go ahead, otherwise enjoyyyyy ♡
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You were alone. Wandering through life with nothing to hold onto. You were going underwater, and no one was around to help you above the heavy waves. You were numb. Heartbreak ridding you of happiness… Or so you thought.
Through a bottle or two... Maybe three or four. You found at the end of it. You were just as unhappy as you were before you took the first sip. You needed a change. A change of scenery. A change of personality. A completely new life. So there you were two towns over. Maybe not a whole country away from the old you, but this was just as good. A new apartment. New job. Architectural design. You enjoyed it, so dearly. It became something that kept you going. That kept you waking up. You were fighting for a glimpse of happiness in mornings that were still hard, and nights were just as restless as ever.
You were alone. Yes. But you tried.
It's been two whole years. You think you’d forgotten everything by now. But the biggest, deepest pain didn’t seem to heal as quickly as everyone says it does. Fucking Liars…
You were having a break from your long hours of sketching a new mansion floor plan, a private owner wanted it done within the week and for a heavy price and as much as it was a distraction you couldn't help but think how the design the private buyer seemed to want a floor plan that resembled something that one of your old lovers would have loved. The vintage vibe with a green and gold theme matched Mingi and Yunho perfectly. Your brain almost thought maybe they were the private buyer. But why would they go to you after what you had ‘apparently done’ to them? Before you could dwell on the idea anymore, the sound of your doorbell broke your gaze from the large sketch in front of you.
You question why someone would be visiting you at this hour, given that most of your clients would email you beforehand and your ‘friends’ would text. So, who could possibly be at your door? Your heart thumped strangely as if your body knew who was beyond the large oak before you. A ball started to form at the base of your throat. Was this anxiousness you were feeling? Gripping the silver handle, you creek the door open slowly, and when your gaze met the other person you feel your heart stop. 
“Hi…”
You looked at the man with a dumbfounded expression, tilting your head in confusion. Hi? After all these years, hi is what he starts with. What does he take you for? A hopeless woman needing a man to catch her when she falls?
You go to shut the door without a second thought, but he catches it in his strong arms. The same arms that used to hold you. Shield you from all the danger―no stop you didn’t need them when you were completely broken and you most certainly don’t need them now.
“Please let me explain. Honey, I just…” He was scrambling to find his words, his breath catching his throat like he was running a marathon prior to this interaction. “I wanted to see you…tell you.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Jongho.” You finally spoke, silently yelling at yourself for sounding so shaky in your voice when you wanted to be mad, tone-deaf, blunt. But here you are, wanting to cry cause of the anger surging through you. Why must you always cry when you get mad. “You don’t get to come here after almost two fucking years, call me honey and tell me how much you miss me and think I’ll just fall back into your arms as if nothing happened.”
“T-that’s not what I want nor expect from you. I just want―I don’t care what you want. Now get off my porch.” You cut him off, slamming the door in his face before breaking down the minute you heard the latch click. Your legs buckle, sliding down the door before your knees hit the ground, sobbing into your hands. Your heart was breaking all over again, just like the night you left. You wanted nothing more than to run after him, beg him to hold you. But you couldn’t. They hurt you so much. How do you even begin to forgive them for what happened all those years ago?
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Through the next months, you kept receiving letters, flowers, and gift boxes. Even teddy bears. Why would they give you teddy bears? You think they would have known you from being with them for so long. Throwing yet another soft plush toy on the ever-growing pile that sat in your office. You were beginning to become sick of it. You thought after you yelled at Jongho, he and the others would have gotten the hint, but you guess being dumped by eight mob bosses wasn’t as easy as you thought.
Sighing, you click your tongue, looking at the stack of letters you have yet to burn. You can’t even be bothered to open them, not wanting to even listen to anything they might have to say. But another part of you was curious. Maybe one letter couldn’t hurt, right? Reaching for the one on the top, your fingers grasp the small paper. It’s rough against your skin. Like the paper was made from a poor-quality tree. Odd? Why would your ex-lovers gift you such cheap gifts? Not that you were expecting high-priced gifts, but they had enough money to buy half the world, so you think them getting something with a heavier price tag wouldn’t matter. Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t adding up. 
But before you could think of anything else, a loud, almost anger-filled knock comes from the front door. Your body was suddenly on high alert. Goosebumps erode all over your skin as a sickening feeling clouds your head. Grabbing your letter opener―just in case―you walk slowly towards the noise. Thoughts ran through your head in time with the beats of your racing heart. You knew walking towards the suspicious noise was a bad idea, but what else could you do? Whoever was there would know you were home by the lights being on or how your car is parked in the driveway. You couldn’t just pretend you weren’t home, no matter how hard you wanted to try. 
Your fingers graze the door handle, feeling your breath hitch. You twist it slowly until you hear the creek of the door hinges swing inwards. You brace yourself for whoever it was, but what you are met with confused you. The porch was empty?
No one in sight…
But you certainly heard a loud knock. You were going crazy… were you? You huff, straightening up, feeling relief wash over you. Maybe it was some kids pranking the neighbours again, and you were their target for the day. Who knows. You click the door closed, but you lock it this time because even though you see no threat, you wanted to be sure. Entering your office again you walk over to the letters in order to continue what you were doing but when your eyes gaze over the pieces of paper you notice the one you were going to open wasn’t on the table. Where did you go? You thought, placing the letter opener on the table so you could place your hand on the edge of the oak desk so you could look under it. You looked everywhere and couldn’t seem to find it. It was like it had vanished. But…was that a flash? Something caught your eye.
Looking at the teddy bears, you see the letter sitting in the lap of one of the plushies. Tilting your head you notice a little red flash like as if there was a recor―Your eyes snap open stumbling back slightly before turning to run but your body is met with a very broad object and then before you can get any baring on what or who was in behind of you, everything went black.
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It was like the world was spinning, your head pinging with an aching pain from the left side of your skull. You tried to open your eyes and look around, but you quickly figured out you were blindfolded and bound to what seemed to be a chair. Typical. Why is it that whenever someone gets kidnapped, they get tied to an old wooden chair? Why couldn’t it be a couch or one of those soft deck chairs? You could hear some scampering around you, three, maybe four people had entered the room you were in. You can smell their shitty cheap cologne that they most likely think bend women at the knees. You knew what kind of people they were before even seeing them. 
“Well well. Looks like my men have caught a pretty mouse of us to play with.” The heavy voice echoed around the room, hinting to you that you were most likely in an open area. A warehouse, maybe? “You are gonna be my ticket to freedom songbird.” 
You had to cringe at the pet name that fell from his lips. The name you were known as in the mafia world. More specifically, Ateez’s Songbird. You tried to sit still, hoping to show a fraudulent sense of confidence, but in reality, you were petrified. You no longer had the eight men you loved dearly to save you. Then again, you had no one to save you. Most of your friends lived out of town and wouldn’t even come to the rescue if you begged. You were alone with these men. Blindfolded and at their will. The man you assume was talking before lifted your blindfold off, seeing your eyes suddenly gaze upon the piercing light from the headlamp above you. You can see your suspicions were correct, four men ranging from sizable jock build to more lean ones but in the end, they were all ghastly, staring you down as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat.
“I want to know where Ateez is….” The grunt that escaped from the immoral male smelled of booze and low-quality cigars. His eyes were painted his redness, as if he hadn't slept in days, weeks even. He was boarding insanity at this rate by his expression. “Well come on, I know you know where they are, and to be blunt, I need them dead. You know business and all.” He rambles, walking around your figure while you sit there listening to his utter bullshit. His words remind you of when a villain in the story starts blabbering to the captor about how they needed to defeat the hero in order to take over the world. But in this case, both sides are just as villainous as each other, and the “world” that’s referenced is stocks… weapons, contraband, drugs, money. The list goes on and on.
“Why are you so quiet, Songbird? Protecting your lovers?” 
Now that one made you laugh, shaking your head in annoyance. Argh, what you would give to be home with a strong whiskey in hand right now. Your reaction sent a shocked expression to the disgusting man's face. He expected you to plea, beg for him to not hurt Ateez, to not hurt the loves of your life and yet here you sit, laughing right in his face like he had just said the most entertaining thing to you.
“I don’t know where they are.” You finally spoke, a sadistic smile painted your face. To never backed down from his gaze, almost trying to intimidate him with your blazed stare. “Why would I know, or care where they are? They don’t care about me.”
His paced. Fuck. He thought. Did his men really just kidnap you for no reason? He was going to shoot someone for this. He began to sweat, you were his only hope of getting the men he hates, attention. And now you were useless. His hand raked through his hair, coming down to scratch the stubble on his chin. What is he going to do with you now? Looking back at you his eyes slid down your body from head to toe, as if he was a predator sizing up his prey. You felt a sudden uneasiness. Maybe telling the man that held your life in his hand you were useless, wasn’t your greatest idea.
He moved away, whispering to one of his men before he sent him off, turning back to you straight after. He stepped one foot in front of the other in a slow and formed way, as if he had come up with the best plan in history. His devious smile brought a lump in your throat and the way he leaned down in front of you, placing both hands on the chair arms so he was face to face with you. “Well, little dove. We can find other uses for you, hmm?”
An idea popped into your head, and maybe it was your hotheadedness or your sheer stubbornness to do things out of spite. Bringing your body back slacked against the chair frame, you watched as his smirk grew, thinking he had finally managed to scare you, but before he could react, you whipped your head forward. Your forehead smashes against his nose with a sickening crack, and a blood-curtailing scream follows. The man gripped his nose with a sharp hiss. You could see blood pouring down like a waterfall from his nose, spilling all over his clothes and floor. Your blurred vision and ache in your skull doesn’t last long as you shake your head. You can see his men crowding around him to see if he is okay.
“Bitch!” He swore, standing up straight from his crouched position to stomp over to you and slap you clean in your face, making you and the chair fall over, smacking your side against the concrete. You can feel your wrist twist before popping out of place from the impact. Your elbow scraped against the harsh floor along with your arm, making you feel the sensation of your blood escaping through the broken skin. A cut on the top of your head also spilled some blood onto the floor making a headache begin to form. Maybe this wasn’t your best idea.
“Get the kit. I wanna teach this whore a lesson.” He spat out some blood that spilled into his mouth from his nose.
“whore? I thought it was bitch? Or as it little dove?” you need to shut your mouth but you choose to keep pushing his buttons. Idiot. He kicked you square in the gut making you hitch your breath before almost coughing up a lung at the pain. Your watered eyes could now barely see as you tried to blink the tears away. You spot out the corner of your eye a bag of what you could only guess, torture tools. Great, now you really fucked up.
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You had passed out at least two or three times, and every time, you were woken up by ice-cold water to the face. The temperature of the water stung your opened wounds and burned at your hot red flesh. Time was absent to you, not knowing how long you’d been sitting, tied to the comfortable chair. God, your limbs were gonna ache once you were able to get out. that’s if you get out. 
Maybe you will die here. The irony. Dying in a place of crime in a life of anguish when you so desperately tried to run from it. To try so hard to clean up and forget the darkness that lingered in your past. But in truth, you missed. As sicken as it sounded. You missed the violence, the thrill, the wealth and power. You missed being feared by your enemies and adored by your lovers. Call you sadistic for finding nostalgia in torture, but it was true. Even if you were the one who was currently being hurt, you couldn’t help but smile weakly.
“I found her!!” A muffled voice and sounds of gunshots echoed around you. But you were so dazed you couldn’t seem to pinpoint the noise. Your eyes were fuzzed, and blood tainted your view. Everything was happening so fast until you saw the stillness.
“Y-yuyu?” Your eyes glossed, seeing a blurred figure that resembled Yunho. But it couldn’t be him, could it? You must be dreaming, finally getting ready to leave this plane, but why would your guardian angel look like Yunho?
“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” You had already passed out for the final time before you would hear another word slip from your ex-lover's mouth. His rough hands gripped the rope that bounded your hands, cutting it away with his pocket knife. He snaked his arm under your legs and on your lower back, picking you up from the old wooden chair with ease. Your blood had pooled on the floor and now trailed behind Yunho as he jogged with you in his arms. His suit was now tainted red from you, but he couldn’t care less. The only thing on his mind was getting you to safety and maybe killing some assholes along the way. 
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To say you couldn’t explain the pain surging through your body was correct. You had never experienced such torture before, and man, you were definitely regretting some of the stupid shit you had said to the low-life mob boss earlier. Your vision was still so blurred, and your head was ringing. You could faintly see a bedside with a clock on it. But the face was dark like it was unplugged. You know this place. You remembered the smell of vanilla and pine. You remembered the dark spruce bed frame and emerald forest green bed sheets. You weren’t thinking when you started to snuggle into the bedding, inhaling the comforting scent.
You missed his smell. You missed being in this bed. God, you didn’t realize how much you missed them. You wanted to be strong. You didn’t want them, didn’t want to forgive them. But the comfort…. tears were falling from your cheeks onto the silk pillow. You were sobbing, and your mind was beside itself. One part screaming at you, telling you to suck it up and leave. But on the other side, you were so tired. So, so…tired…. and all you wanted was your boys. 
“Sugar…” You froze, hearing the man that belonged to the bedroom. His deep voice, velvet and smooth. You could hear a crack in it like he had been in tears prior. You didn’t move, frozen with fear, because you knew if you looked at him in those beautiful brown eyes, you would be done for. “Baby, are you awake?”
He knew you were, but he didn’t want to approach you without knowing if it was okay. He knew by the way you looked at them last time you saw them that you had feared them. Something he never wanted to see in your beautiful innocent gaze. Torment that he and the others caused. He would never forgive himself, so he understood if you never did either. “I want to go home…”
You didn’t know what else to say. So god damned scared to stay cause if you did, you might not leave. And you couldn’t do that. What they put you through. You couldn’t possibly begin a relationship with them again… right? “Mingi, please take me home…” you felt so small calling for him, you didn’t want to be surrounded by his scent but at the same time, you didn’t so much as budge from the covers. You didn’t want him to be near you, but yet when he sat down on the edge of the bed, your body was screaming to be held by him. Everything was so messed up. Why did it have to end up like this? Why was this your ending with them?
Mingi couldn’t find his wording, his hand coming up to your covered shoulders, putting a firm but gentle touch on it. He wanted nothing more than to hold you, kiss you. Make love to you while repeating how sorry he was over and over while he caused you to come over and over. “I missed you…” His voice cracked. “We all have…” better now than never to explain himself, right? “After the first couple of weeks, we found out that those pictures were faked. A way to manipulate us into crumbling our empire. They thought if they could put us all at each other's throats. I guess they won…”
“How did you find they were fake?” You asked in a whisper, keeping your face covered with the bed sheet. 
“Another anonymous tip went off that San was ‘sneaking’ around with some guy. But Wooyoung was quick to debunk it cause San was with him that whole week. So we quickly found out that this was a ploy to rip us all apart… which worked.” Mingi regretted every word he spoke. They managed to find out San was innocent quicker than you. San was lucky he had an alibi, though unlike you, that was away without their knowledge, just trying to buy a gift for your anniversary... god, they were so stupid...
“It...Worked?” You were confused about that since it only caused you to leave. From your knowledge, the boys were all still together? Mingi sighed, standing up, which caused you to peek out from your hiding spot to see him pouring a whiskey from the small bar in the corner of the room. Before downing the amber-coloured liquor.
“Seonghwa and Hongjoong became obsessed with work. They’ve become biter…” He took another shot of the harsh liquor. “Cruel… The number of people they’ve put in the dungeons just from looking in their direction wrong.”
You felt sick, flashes of them yelling at you, cursing you. The image of them with that anger plus a gun. You felt sorry for any of the suckers that were unlucky enough to gaze at them wrong. You tangled your fingers into the soft sheets, playing with the velvet fabric. You note how the hand that had popped out earlier was still slightly swollen and numb, making you barely able to feel the fabric on your right fingertips. “W-What about the others…”
“Jongho spent most of his time looking for you. Spying on you. Seeing all the achievements you have made.” He sounded proud of you for a moment like he sought knowledge of your life from the youngest. “Yeosang drove himself into his computer work, taking on small tasks in the outer parts of the city. If we hadn’t said we brought you home, he would have still been hiding somewhere.” He flicked his hand in the air, scoffing slightly.
“San and Wooyoung changed the most when you left. They became lost without you, distant… different. Like the sunshine was ripped from their life, and darkness consumed them.”
He took a seat at the end of the bed again. You had sat up, crossing your legs, eyeing his figure. He has gotten bigger than the last time you’ve seen him. He’s bulked up, and from what your memory could recall, Yunho was bigger as well. The way his arms felt being around you as he carried you to safety were definitely bulkier. “And what about you? Yunho?”
He huffed, glancing up at you. His hand was so close to your covered legs. So close yet so far. “Yunho and I are…fine. We missed you.”
You knew fine meant they were both struggling just as much as the others. You shifted, moving a little closer to him. Your heart was still aching, but your body was craving to feel some warmth. and at this point, you were so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running. Tired of anyone telling you who or how to live your life? who cares if you run back to your exes? Who cared if you decided you move back with them? It’s not like you have friends or family that would tell you otherwise. All you had was them. Eight cruel mob bosses who would do anything for you and who were scared when they thought you had betrayed them. “I missed you too.”
His wide, glossy eyes snapped to yours. Like he had just heard someone spill the secret to life itself. His mouth went dry, a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to spill his guts about how much he missed your smile and missed your laugh. Missed the way you would tease him for being too clingy, but yet you were just as clingy in the next breath. He missed the way your body would melt against his on cold nights, searching for warmth. Or how you would fit so perfectly around his….
“Min…You mind is wondering…” You knew his tells, and you knew he was sinking into his mind. 
“I uh…I’m just trying to find the words to say I’m sorry without it sounding like it was an excuse.”
“I believe you’re sorry, mingi. I believe you are all sorry. It doesn’t change or fix what happened. And it’s going to take time for me to trust you all again. But…” You leaned over, placing your hand on his shaking thigh. “I do forgive you.”
He broke.
“We don’t deserve your forgiveness. We don’t deserve you…” Tears were falling down his red cheeks, making you jump to wipe each one away without a second thought. You hadn’t realized how close you were until you noted the smell of the whiskey on his breath and the warmth of his body radiating to yours.
“You might not deserve me. But who is here to tell me to stay away…” he gave you a smile. You didn’t want to forgive him or the others fully per se, but you did want this push-and-pull game. This cruel twisted game of forbidden love. 
“The others are going to want to see you…” He spoke cautiously, afraid you might recoil away from him if he spoke too loudly. You just sighed, lowering your hands into your lap once again, sitting back. You could feel your wounds with every movement, but it wasn’t as painful as before. They must have given you some painkillers prior to when you were passed out. You were about to speak when a sudden thud was heard, quickly followed by a bunch of hushed whispers. You couldn’t help but smirk at the childishness, for angry mafia kings they sure know how to act like goofballs.
“They’re outside aren’t they?” You cocked your brow, giving Mingi a simple straight expression. He just rubbed the back of his neck with a small whisper of, ‘Sorry.’
You rolled your eyes, telling him to let them in. Your heart might have been racing faster than a race car, but you tried to hide the growing anxiousness with a plain expression. You were going to hear them all out. You were going to hug San and Wooyoung as they sobbed on the end of your bed with mumblers of ‘I’m sorry.’ over and over again. You were going to give Yeosang a knowing look, so he knew that his silence was accepted and that you weren’t mad. You were going to thank Yunho for saving you, and he was going to kiss your palm as you held his cheek briefly.
And you were going to cry.
Sob at how Hongjoong sat on his knees, grovelling for your forgiveness and pleading how he was so messed up for not believing you. You’d all cry seeing the leader so vulnerable. And Seonghwa. Your darling, hwa… you would see such sorrow in his eyes. But you would let him kiss your cheek, hold you for a moment. Let him have you for a moment while you get your mind into check.
This was not a redemption. This was not forgetting. But a new chance.
Not a new chapter but a new book entirely.
You were going to grow, do your own thing. Be with them while you find yourself. And maybe, just maybe. You’d take Jongho’s offer all those years ago…and finally say yes…
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nrdmssgs · 10 months
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Little things, they do (Alex, Soap, König) (headcannons)
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Part 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) here
Ok, guys, first of all, thank you all for giving this little sketch THAT much love. Honestly, I'mm shocked. I'm blaming mister Riley here, but boy, thank you so-so-so much for 100 beautiful followers. I`ve actually had something for this milestone, but I was sure, it would be hit somewhere in the end of the summer. Hope, you like it!
Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.
Alex Keller
Almost unconsciously lowers his head to stay on your eye-level whenever you two are sitting at a table and chatting.
If you are cooking and even insisting on doing it solo (maybe it's just your thing, maybe you like to have more room in the kitchen), he is never leaving you. He will just sit there and keep you company, or tell you some stories, or maybe find a youtube video for you both to listen to, while you're doing your magic.
Talking about your cooking, he never turns down anything, you've made. Never. “Alex, don't take that bun, I burnt it!” Eats it anyway, because it's your effort that counts and makes anything you cook so special to him.
If you are dating, and he needs to go early in the morning, he covers your eyes with the corner of his blanket (very carefully so as not to wake you up!). That way, he can turn on the light and collect his clothes without waking you up.
Def pulls you closer in his sleep. Buries his face in your hair, mumbles some sweet nonsense, places a soft kiss on the top of your head. (by gods I need more headcanons on this man sleeping)
Sometimes just stops whatever he is doing to say “I love you” and give you a kiss. The fridge is still open, his sweater is halfway off him, his hands still wet and water runs on uncleaned dishes? Doesn't matter, the kiss is what important to him.
Johnny Soap MacTavish
Once Price saw how you two interact and commented it like “Looks like our Tweedledum finally found his Tweedledee…” And while other pairs could get offended, you two weren't bothered at all (you're two chaotic crows, nothing can stop you!). In fact, from that moment anything he buys or makes for you, comes with a small handwritten note, saying, “to: my Dee. from: your Dum.”
Once he cooked an absolutely amazing pie. You were practicaly moaning, while savouring it and he just sat there all bright with pride. In a few years you saw the same kind of pie in a menu in the pub, where you were supposed to meet Johnny and others from the 141. Once you pointed it out to Johnny, others flinched and looked at each other. In response to your uncomprehending look, one of them admits that Soap was so worried that you would not like his cooking that he practiced at the base for several weeks. Because of it, their diet consisted only of Johnnys` pies for these weeks.
Has no concept of “too girly stuff”. Will gladly go shopping with you, paint your nails, help you dye your hair at home, if you feel like it. Will sneak your eye patches, because they smell so nice, and he feels so fresh after using them!
During his deployments, sends you tons of the most random photos just to calm you down and cheer you up (because every time you are too scared, this could be his last mission). “Ok, bonnie, this time I present you the collection of random rocks, I've met on work.” For the next week, you keep getting… exactly that. Photos of rocks with short comments like “Here's wee one.”
You don't know why the last photo he sent you that week was a photo of some guy in a creepy mask. You also don't have a single idea, why Johnny then goes radio silent for two days and why he has a brand-new phone, when he's back.
König
You have a stiff back? He will gladly take you by the hands and lift you up so that your spine is extended. "König! No, no, wait, don't, OH!... Oh… Sweet mother of jesus, I actually feel better..."
Even if you are just friends, and you are staying over at his place - he presents you with a shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and body lotion of EXACTLY the same brands as you're using at home. He just notes these small things and wants you to feel relaxed and taken care of when you're around him. 
You can call him anytime on any occasion and if his phone is on, he will answer in SECONDS. You had a bad dream, and it's 4 am, and he lives on the other end of the town? In another town even? No problems, he answers almost immediately and comes to you as soon as he can. Even if It's just to hold you for 15-20 minutes, while you slowly drift to sleep, and then to drive back to his place for another good hour. 
Thanks you for everything, and not only verbally! Writes small notes and leaves them on your bag or just straight gives them to you. He doesn't take anything for granted. Every your intention is a gift for him.
And that goes not only for the time, when you two have just met each other. You are his wife or husband since 10 years, you already have 2-3 beautiful kids? He still writes you notes, thanking you for the most incredible goodnight kiss, you gave him yesterday (every your goodnight kiss is the most incredible to him).
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ashwhowrites · 1 year
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Angst with a happy ending where Reader has been Chrissy’s best friend since childhood, and has had a huge crush on Eddie for a while? They’ve only really interacted in a select few classes over the years until his third senior year.
Reader had been trying to convince Chrissy that she can find someone that will treat her way better than Jason. So, when Chrissy finally breaks up with Jason to pursue someone else, Reader is supposed to be happy. If only Chrissy hadn’t set her sights on Eddie Munson.
Chrissy is pretty, sweet, popular, and always gets what she wants. Right?
Chrissy always gets what she wants, right? NO
⚠️angsty at first but I made it happy!
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Y/N hated Jason more than anything. She hated how he treated her best friend like shit. And she hated that he treated her crush like crap. A secret crush though. No one knew she had a crush on Eddie Munson, not even her best friend.
There's a good chance Eddie Munson knew her name, but nothing else about her. She was popular, and Chrissy's friend. But called Jason out on his shit all the time.
She's only had two real conversations with Eddie. Two she remembered and played in her head. Two that he probably didn't even know that happened.
But she stopped by his desk every morning, a small hi on her tongue when she walked to her seat. Her heart skips beats when he looks up with his own smile. Always saying hi back.
When the teacher told them to partner up, she always ran to him.
Chrissy always went to Jason so it wasn't a big deal. Chrissy was always caught up in her boyfriend she never noticed her best friend staring at the hellfire leader with hearts in her eyes.
She was so close to asking Eddie out. Taking the leap but then Chrissy dumped Jason, and set her eyes on someone else.
~~
Y/N felt like she lost all air in her lungs when Chrissy admitted that Eddie Munson was cute. That after their deals she thought he was so funny and smart.
"he's nothing like what people think" Chrissy sighed as she looked over at the hellfire table
"I know. Why do you think I told Jason to shut his mouth?" Y/N snapped
She can't believe she was going to lose the one guy she's ever had a crush on to her best friend.
"he smells so good"
I know Y/N thought. She remembered complimenting him on a random day. Watching as his face blushed.
"he's so creative too!"
Another thing Y/N knew. She caught him sketching during class. Peering over his shoulder as she walked behind him.
Y/N silently ate her lunch, refusing to look at Eddie's table. If Chrissy was now in the picture, there was no way she even had a chance.
But maybe if she did look, she'd see Eddie staring at her.
~~
Chrissy slowly began to be everywhere Eddie was.
"hi Eddie" she said with a huge smile as she walked past him to her seat. Y/N walked behind her. Not bothering to say hello, not like he'd notice now that Chrissy Cunningham was interested.
"um hi" he said fast, eyes following her as she walked by
Shoulders slumped as Y/N ignored his presence. Watching as the two girls sat at their desk. But only one pair of eyes looked back at him.
Y/N felt a ball in her throat when the teacher said to partner up. Chrissy racing to sit next to Eddie. His brown eyes looked at her confused, quickly snapping to see where Y/N was walking to.
He felt himself slump even further in his seat as she sat next to a random student.
"so, I'm thinking..." Chrissy began speaking but he wasn't half listening. Staring as Y/N laughed along with the random boy she picked over him.
~~
Eddie Munson was the only thing Chrissy talked about. Y/N just silently nodded. Never speaking on how much Chrissy was breaking her heart.
She accepted a long time ago that Chrissy was going to end up with Eddie if she wanted to and she couldn't stop it
~~
Eddie wasn't sure what he did wrong. Or why Y/N acted as if he didn't exist. He was mad at himself. Of course a popular girl wasn't going to be interested in him. She just dangled him along for fun. Something to keep her busy.
He wasn't sure why Chrissy was now doing the same thing. Or why Jason suddenly stopped being an ass to him. Maybe Chrissy told him to? Maybe she felt bad for all the shit her boyfriend did so she's trying to make it up to him by being a friend?
He really didn't understand what was going on. But he missed his small interactions with Y/N, and that's all he understood.
~~
"I think I might ask him out" Chrissy said excitedly as she shoved her books into her backpack
"oh wow, really?" Y/n asked, fear in her stomach. This was it. Her chance with Eddie was officially gone
"yeah, I mean I think he's interested. He's always staring at me" she blushed
Neither girl knew he wasn't staring at Chrissy
"yeah that's true" Y/N slightly scoffed. She can't count the times she saw those pretty brown eyes staring at her best friend
"should I do it?" Chrissy asked, anxiousness written all over her face
"yeah definitely. I always said you deserve a great guy and he's definitely the best out of all of them" she said with a small smile. Taking a deep breath as she walked away.
Tomorrow she'd have to watch her best friend date the biggest crush of her life
~~
"Eddie I have something to ask you" Chrissy smiled as Eddie sat across from her
Digging through his lunchbox of weed
"what's up?" His eyes still looking through the lunch box
No idea that her blue eyes were forming into hearts as she watched him
"do you want to go out sometime? Like on a date?"
Eddie froze. His eyes stared at the same bag of weed for minutes. He coughed awkwardly, his throat felt like a desert.
"sorry, uh?" He asked. His eyes looking up at her
Chrissy was asking him on a date?
Why?
"it's just that I really like you and I feel like you like me too. So why don't we get dinner?"
"Chrissy, you are amazing and beautiful. But I'm into someone else and I'm not quite ready to give up on them" he said as gently as he could. He never once thought he'd have to turn down the head cheerleader but life is full of surprises.
"oh! That's totally fine. I'm so sorry, I didn't know you liked someone!" Chrissy apologized
"um yeah. She's kinda been ignoring me so I can see why you didn't know" he tried to laugh it off
Ignoring that it truly hurt that Y/N acted like he was a memory to her
"ignoring you? Why?" Chrissy asked. Her heart of gold wanting to help him
"I have no idea. But maybe you'd know?" Eddie tried to hint
"me? How would I know?"
"it's your best friend"
Chrissy felt her stomach drop
No no no
She did not spend the last few weeks ranting about her huge crush on Eddie while her best friend liked him
"oh my god. Y/N? She likes you? Oh my god, fuck" Chrissy whined, throwing her head into her hands
"well I kinda thought but I was definitely wrong" he shrugged. Closing his lunchbox and pushing it to the side
"no Eddie. She does. I just can't believe I didn't notice. I fucked it up!"
"what do you mean?" Eddie looked at her confused
"she stopped talking to you when I started right?" Chrissy feared the answer. If he said yes she was easily the worst friend in the world
"um yeah I guess? It was like once we became friends she acted like I didn't exist anymore?"
"this is all my fault. I....I broke up with Jason because she's been telling me I deserve someone so much better. And being with him I easily ignored all the signs of her liking you. I knew she liked someone but I never asked. And after Jason, I set my hopes on you, right in front of her. Oh my god. She was just going to suffer and watch. I need to go" Chrissy raced out of the woods
She needed to apologize to her best friend
~~
Eddie tried to absorb all of the information thrown in face
Y/N liked him?
Yes she did
She was hurt because she thought he'd want Chrissy over her
Eddie grabbed all his stuff and ran after Chrissy
~~
Y/N was sitting outside as she finished some homework. Waiting for Chrissy to come back from her deal...or date with Eddie
"Y/N!" Chrissy yelled out breathlessly
Y/N took a deep breath, preparing for the news
"where is he going to take you?" She asked with her best fake smile
"Eddie Munson is the guy you like"
Y/N felt herself stiffen. An awkward chuckle released from her throat
"haha what? No. No I don't. You do. That's you, not me"
"it is. Why don't you tell me? I would have never gone after him"
"Chrissy, come on it's you. Eddie Munson would not look at me twice if he knew you liked him. And that's okay. Really"
Chrissy hated that her best friend thought so low of herself. Just accepting that she wasn't enough
"that's not true"
Y/N felt her body cringe as she heard his deep voice from behind her
She refused to look. Staring terrified at Chrissy, who gave a small smile of encouragement
Eddie rounded the table, sitting across from her. Chrissy gave her a thumbs up and ran to wait in the car
"Eddie it's fine. Chrissy is amazing and she really likes you" Y/N said with a smile.
"that may be true but what about who I like?"
She hated how Eddie stared way too deeply into her eyes. She grew nervous under his stare
"well Chri-"
"I don't like Chrissy gorgeous" smiling as she shut her mouth in seconds
"um huh?"
"I like you Y/N. And I can't even begin to tell you how much I like you. And how hurt I've been watching you ignore me"
She felt guilt bubbling up in her gut. His brown eyes looked so sad. His lips were in a frown as he watched her body deflate.
"I'm sorry. I just thought I'd get in the way" she apologized, eyes looking down at her hands
"you did" her eyes snapped up to his. Hurt clear across her face
"but you didn't get in the way of Chrissy and I. You got in the way of us" he continued
His hand slowly reaching out to touch hers
She swallowed as she felt his skin on her
"us?" She choked out
"I want to take you on a date. And I really want to kiss you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to always be your partner in class. I want my favorite hi back in my life. My favorite smiling face to be looking at me. I want you" he laced his fingers with hers
Smiling as she clenched his hand tight.
She bit her cheek, trying to keep down her cries as she felt so overwhelmed.
Eddie Munson wanted her
"I want that too" she said quietly
Looking shyly at him through her lashes
"good" he said quietly, slowly leaning over the table towards her
"good" she said breathlessly as she felt herself leaning over the table to meet him half way
His hand softly held her jaw as he connected their lips. Sighing as he felt the softness of her lips.
Kissing Eddie Munson was so much better than she thought it would be like
Throwing her arms over his shoulders as she leaned even more across the table.
~~
Chrissy pumped the air from inside the car.
It was time Y/N got swept off of her feet
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the-anxious-stargazer · 8 months
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Like Honey || Sam Carpenter
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Summary: Although Sam have promised herself to not get too close to anyone outside her newfound family, she struggles when she meets a regular in the diner she worked at.
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Note: This is inspired from Halsey's song Honey! i'd recommend you guys listen to it while reading :) i'm slowly starting getting into horror bc i dont want to be a pussy no more and watch them for jenna and melissa (they are so hot omfg)
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Sam promised herself that she'd focus on Tara and the gang first before learning to let new people in again in her life. That promise was made when they all moved to New York after the murders in Woodsboro. After Richie. A betrayal like that is a valid reason for her to be closed off and be suspicious of anyone her sister or her friends meet. The same could be said for Quinn, Ethan, Anika, and everyone else she had met when they were introduced to her. Sam did warm up to the three the longer they stayed. She felt a little more comfortable with them when her gut told her that maybe they were genuine people. But she still almost kept to herself. She almost didn't have any friends outside them other than Danny their neighbor next door.
Being the oldest and mother figure of the group meant she worked for her and Tara's share of rent and other needs. Even though their mother sends money for bills and such, Sam wanted to work still. Though she knew what she get weren't much it didn't hurt to start saving her own money. So she worked to keep herself busy but not too much to not acknowledge that she was suffering such a mental scar from the attacks. One of those jobs was in a diner a few blocks near them. It paid okay and the staff are kind but Sam rarely bothered to get too close to them. All she ever knew from them is that they were willing to offer a smile and small conversation.
Usually, she takes the morning shifts, other times she takes the graveyard ones. You can pretty much figure out which shift she preferred over the other.
The regulars were introduced to her on her first shift by Dale, the main cook. There was a couple, John and Amy, who was always on time in the morning and order eggs and toast only with two refills of drip. Rex is a sculptor who mostly sits in the corner and has a few sketches by the table with him, only ordering an omelet with ketchup. There's also a programmer named Adrian who gets a lot of coffee and a BLT at night. Sometimes his friend Ben joins in with fries. A young woman named Adelaide who works from home and is always on the phone while she ate her waffles and vanilla milkshake. Adelaide would go by the mornings if she wakes up early or comes by near the evening when she could.
Lastly, there was Y/N. Sam has figured before that she looked around the same age as her. Cate mentioned when she was teaching her around that she's been here way before her and she pretty much knew everyone in the diner. She was mostly in the morning with a few files in her hand. She's an assistant in an independent law firm. There were times that she came by night and read some of the files she had all the while taking a sip of her joe now and then, other moments she was taking notes for a case assignment that her boss told her to take a look for him. Sam always gets a warm greeting from her as she did with everyone else when she enters the diner and interacts with her whenever deemed necessary. She thought she was too nice to be true.
"You from New York?" Y/N asks her as Sam fills her mug and couldn't help but doubt for a second if she were going to be honest or not,
Y/N always had a keen eye. She liked watching everyone else and let the world work. That meant she liked observing the customers that enter the diner every now and then, noticing how John always drink his coffee slowly to match Amy's pace and always offers an extra toast to her. How Adelaide sometimes start scribbling on her tissues while she talked to her boyfriend who she assumed lived away from New York. The fidgeting Cate does when she's serving Rex and giggles a little when she talks to him. Y/N could see how tired Sam was even when she had just started her shift a few moments ago. The neatness of her diner clothes, layers of makeup, and fake smile couldn't mask the exhaustion the woman has felt for who knows how long. She didn't want to pry about anyone's story so she tries to offer what she only can to someone who deems her a stranger, kindness. It doesn't hurt to treat anyone fairly.
"No, not from around here. I'm just trying to start over." She answers half-heartedly, trying not to give away any information about her at all. Sam sees a gentle smile from her and she couldn't help but feel the burning sensation on her cheeks.
"I wish you well for that. Everyone deserves a restart." And with that, Y/N thanked her for refilling her.
Those were one of many encounters Sam had with her. There were times Y/N would order 2 cups of coffee for her to share with anyone on the staff and reluctantly Sam accepted her third request at the random times she offered. She was beyond suspicious. Her doubt was understandable given the fact that she went through a lot that broke her sense of trust in anyone. But her cautiousness was only met with a tender conversation. Y/N would always ask how she is and the first and ever personal information she has ever given to anyone outside her family was her. Sam vaguely talked about how Tara has been slowly losing interest in seeking help and acting like nothing happened. Of course, there are a few changes here and there to make it seem like a normal rant about her younger sister and Y/N listened intently to her.
Or maybe it was because she was too distracted by the beauty of the older Carpenter sister.
Those seeming doe eyes that hid too many secrets.
Another night shift has come and to Sam's discomfort, she had to be at work. She just came from therapy and her second doctor had just given up on her, making her night already more dreadful than it was. And just to top things off the students who have been visiting the diner lately have been making it their job to worsen her night by being obnoxious and gossiping over her. They weren't even trying to keep it down as if they were back in high school and Sam had just stolen the famous girl's ex-boyfriend. Tara had told her the rumors about her and Woodsboro before and she couldn't care less about what a stranger, who wasn't even there, would think. It was the breaking point when one of them spilled their milkshake on her "accidentally". The smug smile the girl wore before she did it was almost too easy to miss but little did they know that Y/N had been watching them silently the entire time. The woman's had enough of their disturbance. She had been gripping on her pen hard to almost split it in half.
"I'm so sorry, miss." The girl in white apologized with a snide tone. Her friends giggle at her antics on the now pink-stained light blue blouse Sam wore. It just happened to be a strawberry milkshake too. Just last week a girl threw her orange juice at her when she was on her way home with dinner. At this point she thought she's collecting all the fruit flavored drinks.
"D-Don't worry, I'll get it cleaned up." Sam begrudgingly states while avoiding her eyes before she went to turn around but stopped when she saw how she almost bumped into someone,
Familiar Chelsea boots stood before her.
"I beg to differ." They hear the person say before the woman realizes who it was.
"And who are you supposed to be? Her friend?" One of them asks cockily to which Y/N smiles at their confidence. She had her sleeves rolled up already, coat resting back in her booth and Dale was waiting for her cue to tag along after she signaled him from her table earlier.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you some manners on gossiping about people you don't know? Let alone the one serving you your meals and minding her damn business?" She had slowly paced past the unmoving Sam Carpenter that watched closely. Both hands rested on the side of their table and her anger was prevalent from the way she carried herself in the scene. 
"She's a lying snake and a murdering bitch!" The other one barked from her seat.
"Let me guess, you got that from Reddit? What else are you going to believe next, that Beyonce's part of the Illuminati?" Y/N mocked her statement and that's when Sam realized that she knew about the rumors surrounding her, that she knew some bit of her past.
The girls had been quiet after she pointed out their bullshit. Sam had always seen her be courteous and approachable when she stops by, her smiles almost making her eyes crinkle when waving at them, and treated everyone with reason, but tonight was different. This was a woman who has lost her patience after holding it for so long,
"I'm going to ask you to leave. People like you don't deserve to be served when you treat the servers here like they're nothing." Y/N ordered with her eyes unblinking with focus.
When no one moved, Y/N let Dale handle the rest by approaching the table and the girls scurried fast before they were going to be thrown out by the man who stood almost six feet tall. Sam heard a few yells at the girls to leave the diner when they exited the place and her gaze follows back Y/N who had changed her demeanor. The cook pats her back for her handling the situation and thanks her before he gives Sam a pat as well and comes back to his previous spot. It was then that the woman offered her the unsparing eyes that always looked at her and asks,
"Are you okay?" Sam thought it sounded so sweet, all she could respond was a faint nod. She didn't even comprehend how a bit close she was already to her until a hint of soft vanilla could be smelled from her. Not the kind where it almost smelled artificial like those vape juices, but it was almost authentic. The woman before her then fishes out something out of her back pocket and extended her handkerchief.
"Here. You got an extra blouse, dear?" Another question follows after Sam takes it and started wiping away some of the liquid.
"No, mines in my apartment, and it's a few blocks away," Y/N hears her voice again after it was silenced earlier, "Hey Dale, Peter doesn't mind his servers being out of uniform for a situation like this, right?" She shouts at the cook who was just about to send a plate to Dolly, Sam's partner for the shift tonight.
"Nah, let me handle him when he asks next time. I gotchu Sam." Dale nods their way.
Y/N then started unbuttoning her shirt and it revealed a white tank top underneath her white button-up shirt. Sam knew should be looking away but couldn't even help herself. Her attention was so close on her slightly toned arms until she snapped out of her daze as the woman handed her top, "Here, you can borrow this for now."
Dolly went to grab a mop and started cleaning the rest of the drink on the floor, "I'll take it from here, Sam." She reassures her and Sam was beyond grateful of the people supporting her.
"A-Are you sure?" Sam looks back at Y/N who hasn't fazed.
"Yeah don't worry about it, Sam." She beams.
The Carpenter girl then watched her walk back to her booth like nothing transpired and quietly apologized to the remaining customers she'd passed by before sitting down. But if Y/N was being honest, she was still trying to calm down from the adrenaline. She was well aware that violence was never the option, yet the possibility for things to go south was out there. She never wants to ever resort to that. Sam then finally moved from the spot she was seemingly glued onto since the confrontation and went to change in the staff room. While she was away, Y/N ordered a martini and piña colada instead of finishing her coffee. Caffeine wouldn't help flush away the rush that still lingered. In between changing her top, Sam couldn't help but wonder why someone like Y/N would stand up for her when she barely knew her.
But that thought was pushed aside when she started slipping into the button-up shirt that was handed to her by the very woman she was curious about and a whiff of her scent made its way to her nostrils again. Sam paused for a second to process how addicting Y/N's scent was. Even her damn perfume was almost sweet. After pushing her thoughts away and finishing closing the shirt, she tossed her ruined blouse in her bag and went back out to continue her shift but only to be stopped,
"Hey, I kinda asked Dale to give you a break so... care to sit with me?" Y/N wondered before the drinks she ordered arrived with Dolly winking at her. The woman shyly smiles back at her before she left them alone and dealt with another customer.
"Yeah, I'd… actually like that." Sam settled on the other side of the booth as she slide the glass of martini to her, "Oh, I'm not allowed to drink while on—"
"Take it easy, Sam. You've been through a lot just now so take it. It's on me." She waves off before taking a big sip of her piña colada.
The woman reluctantly takes a decent amount from her glass while Y/N fixes her files that had been slightly scattered on her side of the table. It was the right moment for Sam to finally pop the question,
"You knew?" It came off pretty fast, making Y/N tilt her head.
"About Woodsboro, I mean. I'm sorry that came off harder than intended." Sam clarified her question and apologized for being forward to which Y/N didn't mind.
"That's alright. I've only read two news articles about it but other than that, it's all I know."
"You don't have to tell me about it, Sam. You said you wanted to start fresh, and you don't owe anyone an explanation." Y/N assured her and the Carpenter girl countered, "No, I feel like I can trust you about… all of this." Sam replies before taking a deep breath.
From being the daughter of the original killers in the Woodsboro murders to her seeing visions of her dad in the mirror and being a victim of the ghost face attacks, she spared no details throughout her story, her therapy sessions going almost nowhere because she'd scare them off and Y/N never stopped her flow and listened intently to everything she said. Not even a single sound came out of her mouth as Sam spoke. The only thing she ever offered were observant eyes that watched every move, like how the crease on her forehead slowly increased as she went on or the hint of distaste in her voice when she mentioned her deceased ex-boyfriend. She barely bats an eye when she even admitted that she enjoyed killing him and Amber. Not a single change of muscle movement on her face other than taking a few sips from her drink and blinking now and then.
When Sam finished telling her whole story, she had been anticipating the request for her to leave and never come back, just like the one her psychiatrist said when she told him the truth that afternoon. She had grown to expect that from anyone now. Yet all she heard was an exhale from the woman she shared the table with,
"That's... a lot to take in." She hears her note as she rub her chin,
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Sam. You didn't deserve it." Y/N continues with empathetic eyes.
"You don't… feel like the need to push me away?" Sam asks, and for once she feared someone's answer more than anyone else. Almost too afraid that she'd scare Y/N away.
"No, not really." She told nonchalantly.
Sam stared blankly at her as she moved to cross her arms and looked down from her seat. She couldn't tell if she was about to take back her statement or maybe ask her more about the attacks. Yet Y/N was able to catch Sam off guard as she went to finish her martini,
"Not going to lie, those two deserved to die for what they did— I mean… committing murders because your movie franchise sucked? That seems childish, especially for an adult man." Y/N comments on her thoughts, not realizing it made her choke on her drink.
"Oh my god, Sam— are you okay?" She tries to offer her a glass of water though the Carpenter girl waves it off.
"No, no, it's just— you're right their motive seemed childish." A laugh follows, and it makes Y/N smile that she witnesses her being unguarded. She almost felt too lucky that Sam let herself be this vulnerable to her now.
"Thank you, for not turning me away and for always listening," Sam says after calming down.
And Sam meant it. It was nice to be heard and not hated for the first time. She felt safe knowing that she could trust a new person for once. She still has a long way from being able to trust again, but small process is still process.
"You're welcome. You deserve it." The woman says as she leans forward on the table and rested both elbows close to the edge, "If you need someone to talk about... this, I'm always open. No matter what it may be, I won't turn you away." Y/N continues with her signature smile this time.
After that, Sam went on with her shift while Y/N picked back up the papers she had scanned before the confrontation. It's a good thing she noted down her thoughts to remember where she left off and continued looking through some of the witness reports she had brought with her for their recent case. Sam would sometimes steal a few glances from her and offer a small smile whenever she gets caught. That was the moment she started growing more fond of their diner's regular. Each visit felt more special than the last and each offer of coffee breaks has made both of them closer. Whenever Sam wasn't on duty, Y/N would feel a little bored but Sam was able to text her and ask about her day. When there was someone who wanted to talk shit about her, Y/N wouldn't hesitate to spit back at them or push the person when someone throws their drink at her. The Carpenter girl appreciated the gestures and sometimes feels too bad that she gets to be splashed at, but the woman didn't mind. Tara got to meet her one day when she visited Sam to work and hanged out a little just to kill time. She was very skeptical of Y/N at first, but the way her sister eased up around her gave her the impression that she was trustworthy. Sam's trust is hard to earn after all.
The night was about to come, and Sam had just finished her shift when she happen to encounter the person that has been making her days ten times better than she ever expected. Y/N always wore a pantsuit to work, switching from 4 pairs. Today she was wearing the brown one that had a waistcoat and she was killing the style. Sam never gets tired of her presence or the way she always presents herself. She just looked ravishing in a pantsuit. Y/N had her coat neatly folded on her right arm that held folders while her messenger bag rested on her right shoulder. The smile that was so familiar to her greeted Sam Carpenter warmly that she couldn't help but blush,
"Good evening, Miss Carpenter. I'll be your chauffeur for tonight." Y/N announces with an accent. The attempt makes Sam laugh, "If that's your take on a British accent, you need to work more on it." She teased softly, shaking her head.
"C'mon, I'll walk you home." Sam hears her offer and gestured her occupied arm for her to take, which she happily does so.
"How chivalrous of you, Miss Y/L/N. Keep this up, and I might start falling for you." Half of it was a joke, but she was indeed falling for her, harder than Sam even realizes. If only she knew that Y/N had already fallen for her a while now.
She kept herself composed after Sam's teasing. Both of them chatted casually as they walk through the streets of New York. Y/N talked about her day at the office and how their copier was jamming down. It was annoying her and she had to kick it a few times before it worked again. Sam, on the other hand, shared about how a costumer had a screaming match with a date while eating and almost broke things in the diner. Dale was almost livid when the woman raised her plate and was about to throw it at the poor guy. Moments like these were nice for Sam. The life that was just mundane for once and not surrounded by the craziness of her past that still lingers. No screaming stranger threatening her, another flavored drink being thrown her way or a masked psycho trying to kill her, but a quiet night. Laughs were shared, jokes were thrown at each other, and flirts slipped here and there to make it seem like it was nothing. Even if the world around them was a little overwhelming, they were stuck in their own bubble cherishing each other's presence. Y/N was content and she had gathered enough courage until they reached Sam's apartment building. She collected her thoughts and watched her let go of her arm,
"This is me," Sam gestures to the building door, "Thank you for the walk, Y/N. It was... nice." She follows up with a light blush present on her cheeks. She hoped Y/N didn't notice them.
"Yeah, it was." Y/N smiles at her and scratched to back of her head.
"Look, I've been thinking, do you want to grab dinner sometime? You know— like a date. If you don't mind." The woman begins to avoid her brown eyes. Y/N was way too damn shy, and it made the brown girl giggle.
Sam then approaches her and almost closes the gap between them, leaving a peck on her cheek that it made Y/N jump. She turned so red it was almost like she was cherry. It was a first to witness her like this and it made Sam giggle even more as she didn't move away from her spot,
"I don't mind at all. I'm free by 6 pm tomorrow. No need to be fancy or grand, anything cheap would be fine by me." The Carpenter girl move close to her ear to whisper it to her.
Y/N then finally pulls herself together and gathers back the natural courage she had, trying to match Sam's, "6 pm, tomorrow it is then. I'll pick you up here, Carpenter."
She was the one to pull away and she puts back her signature smile before bidding her farewells to her.
"Good night, Sam. Sweet dreams." Y/N smoothly delivers and starts walking back to where they came from earlier.
Sam then watches her walk away and bites her lip. The view was indeed nice to watch. She then covers her face with both hands before giddily smiling at the ground, thinking about what had just happened. Sam thought it felt like high school all over again. That rush in her veins was quite familiar to her. It's been a while since she had it. All she has to do now is prepare for tomorrow and be sure it's perfect. Y/N, on the other hand, skipped through the streets like a little kid as she smiled widely. Few strangers looked at her funny, but everyone else focused to their own world. The papers she thought she'd be working on tonight would probably be forgotten now that the only thing on her mind is their date tomorrow.
Both women looked forward to it.
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Miguel O’Hara x Black Cat! Male reader || 3 ||
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Authors note: This one has a bit more angst into the story also these are not accurate to the film! I made my own changes in order to keep the whole found family together also thank you for 7K! 😫 damn just a week ago I had 6.8k and quickly got to 7K! Thank you everyone and enjoy this next part!
Summary: Miles has been MIA and Noir has grown worried over the disappearance of his own little spider.
Warnings: Slight ATSV Spoilers, fluff, angst, mentions of spider bite, universe, fate, found family au, miguel is trying his best, black cats fate changes, reveals, humor, co parenting, language.
Word Count: 2.1K
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“You weren’t suppose to be Spider-Man.”
Miles had been MIA ever since he got back from his last mission in capturing Spot. He was hard man to catch but after some time and working as a team they were able to capture him and put him on lock down, making sure that he was no where near anything that could help him escape.
It was Noir who noticed the teens absences after a day. The kid was usually attached to his hip and never left his side, other times he would come see him and rant about things that happened in school or the times that he saved people and the stories he would tell, but not today.
Miguels lab was too quiet.
It irritated him.
Even though Miguel and him have started to fix up their marriage again, he was still under house arrest until further notice from his own husband, not being allowed to leave without permission, but the cat was getting anxious. A small voice inside his head was telling him to search for the kid, to check up on him and see how he’s doing. The parent inside of him wanted to crawl out and do what a parent would do when their kid was suddenly missing.
So, without Miguel’s knowledge he leaves base.
He makes sure to block Lyla from tracking him in case Miguel finds out that he’s gone. As much as he cares for his husband he didn’t want to deal with his anger if he were to find out that he left without giving him a reason. When arriving to Miles universe he makes sure to appear on the rooftop of his parents apartment, knowing that it was the weekend and that the kid usually spent his time at his parents house, being with them and catching up.
With slow movements he looks over the roof to where Miles bedroom was, getting ready to climb down and slide the window frame open only to freeze when he sees Miles dad leaving the apartment with a deep sigh, following after him is his wife. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he will come back and help.” Said Rio as her husband shrugs his shoulders. “Spider-Man hasn’t showing up in nearly two weeks. Who knows if he’s coming back.”
His words catch Noir by surprise, eyebrows furrowed as he stays hidden on the rooftop and watches the couple interact with each other before he quietly slips inside Miles room to find it empty. He takes in the teens room, never had he entered the kids room without permission until now, taking in the interior and the way the kid kept it organized and messy at the same time.
He found Mile’s sketch book lying open on his bed finding the open pages to a sketch of both him and his uncle, simple drawings that the kid liked. He reached down to pick up the sketch book, only staying on those pages before closing the sketch book and setting it down. The rest of kids room is messy and clothes was scattered everywhere, in the pile of clothes he finds his spider suit and frowns.
The kid never left without it as he gets down on one knee to pick it up, holding it in his gloved hands before hiding it under Miles bed and looking out the window, getting an idea of where the kid could possibly be as he jumps out the window, using his grappling hook to swing across the city as he searched for the kid.
The sound of traffic can be heard below him as he swings across the city, focused on finding the kid that he doesn’t notice the familiar red and blue following after him.
It only takes him a few minutes to reach the clock tower, landing on top to find the teen sitting on the edge, wearing a hoodie as he stares at the city view.
“Figured I’d find you here.”
His voice startles the poor teen, jumping in surprise as Miles sighs in relief. “You scared the hell out of me!”
Y/n chuckled as he sits down next to the teen. The two sitting in silence as they take in the city’s view and sunset. “You’ve been distant.” Y/n finally speaks up, glancing at the kid who lowers his head with a small shrug. “Sorry, just been…going through something.”
The thief wants to roll his eyes at the kids excuse, knowing that it was something more as he moves closer to the kid. “Sure its not something else? I mean, I’ve seen you upset and you still do your job as the cities hero but—‘spider has been missing for 2 weeks?’ Doesn’t sound like you.”
“What are you, my mom?”
“Technically, I’m still your guardian whenever you are a hero.” Y/n shot back, nudging the kid on the shoulder playfully, earning a slight laugh from him.
It wasn’t until he fell silent again, giving Miles the time to finally get the courage to speak. “Remember the mission I had with the others on capturing Spot?” Y/n nods at his words. “Well, he showed me something that I wished I didn’t know.” Miles sighs deeply, nervously playing with the strings of his hoodie, eyes focused on the material.
“What did he show you?” Y/n asks.
Miles hesitates before speaking up. “That I wasn’t suppose to be Spider-Man.”
Y/n froze at the comment, eyes widening under his goggles as he glared at nothing, blood boiling.
“He said that the spider that bit me actually belonged in another universe and that someone else was suppose to be bitten.” Miles continues. “I wasn’t suppose to be Spider-Man in the first place.”
“Miles—“
“That makes me an anomaly doesn’t it?” Miles turns to Y/n with sad eyes, realizing the mistake that’s happened in his own universe the realization that this whole time he thought he had a purpose only to find out that it was all a mistake. “Think Miguel will be upset?” Miles next words cause Y/n to blurt out. “I don’t give a damn what he thinks.”
Not knowing the Miguel was hiding behind the pillars, listening into the two.
“But, I’m an anomaly. I could destroy my own universe!”
“Or you can change it.” Y/n’s words catch him by surprise while the adult sighs deeply. “Not everything has to go according to plan and not everything can go the way it needs to be.”
“But, there’s a universe out there without a Spider-Man—!”
“They don’t need to be bitten by a spider to be Spider-Man.” Y/n’s voice grows stern with the kid. “Yes, that universe is in need of a hero but it doesn’t have to be a spider. Before Spider-Man they were once a smart kid and the universe will always find a way to fix things on its own. They may not have super strength or webs, but they damn sure know how to create something new.” He reached up to lift his goggles and mask, slipping it over his head as he smiles faintly at the kid.
“I’m still an anomaly…” Miles mutters.
“Then so am I.”
Miles stares at him confused. “What do you mean?”
Y/n’s fingers tracing over the tinted goggles, sighing deeply. “Ever Black cat is the same. They betray people, use them, greedy, a good thief.” He laughs. “But most importantly they always use Spider-Man in their own little mind games.”
Miguel shifts in place, leaning his head back against the pillar.
“I’m nowhere near that.” Y/n shakes his head. “I became a thief because I was struggling, later I found Miguel and his daughter and put my second life on hold to focus on my relationship only to get married and have a family I always wanted. A happy family.”
Miles listens intently.
“Even after I lost my daughter…and then Miguel I still remained loyal to both him and Spider-Man. Yeah, we have our quarrels here and there, but I never stopped loving him. Never used him like others would, never moved on because of how wrong it felt and whenever I got to close to him again I wanted to run away, to stop our future from getting bad again. I grew afraid until now.” He explains to Miles, eyes focused on his gloved hands. “I changed my own fate and so far it’s been going well.”
Miles sighs softly after listening to Y/n’s explanation knowing that everyone’s fates changes, weather its good or bad the universe always finds a way to fix it. “You think my universe will be fine?”
“Your universe will be fine, Miles.”
Both Y/n and Miles whip their head over their shoulder to see Miguel standing before the two, hands on his hips, wearing his spider suit as his mask dissolves away, showing his face to the two. “Your universe won’t suffer.” Said Miguel again, giving Y/n a soft kick on the thigh, indicating for him to move while Y/n glared at him playfully and moves aside, giving him space to sit between the two. Clearly the cat already knew that he would get caught by his husband but didn’t think that he would react in such a calm manner.
Miguel grunts, siting down between the two and sighing deeply. “Y/n’s is right, not everyone’s universe is perfect. Yes, you are an anomaly, but that doesn’t mean that your fate can change and their isn’t anything I can do to fix it. So, all we can do is sit back and watch as the universe decides for you.”
Miles nervously picks on his sweatpants, picking on a small lose string as he pulls on it gently a nervous tactic that he picked up along the way. “I guess my universe wanted you both to be in it, right?”
Both Miguel and Y/n look at Miles with content smiles while Y/n looked at Miles proudly. The kid had gone through a lot as his first few days as the cities hero, losing his uncle along the way as the poor kid suffered on his own, unable to tell anyone that he was their when his uncle died without revealing too much of his true identity until he met Y/n the talent thief that was also Miguels husband. The thief couldn’t have been happier to have met Miles, cherishing the kid and taking him under his wing and treating him like his own son too.
“Guess they really did.” Y/n is the first to speak up, standing up from his spot and rounding Miguel to tussle Miles hair before standing near the edge of the clock tower. “Now, I think its time for Spiderman to make an appearance, don’t you think?” He questions as he slips his goggles on, giving them a knowing smirk as he held out his grappling hook.
“Meet you both at the bank!” He shouts, jumping off the building with a laugh as Miles watched Y/n swing away, turning to Miguel with a confused look on his face while the other sighs deeply. “He’s just giving you a reason to make a good entrance.”
To show the city that their hero has returned while Miles slowly smiles at the idea of Y/n using himself as bait in order to “lure” Spider-Man out, knowing damn well that he was speaking to him not too long ago. “Want to help me?” Miles asks Miguel as the older hero raises a brow in surprise before his lips twitch into a grin. “He won’t go easy on us.”
“How about a bet?” Miles stands from his spot. “Whoever catches him first gets my moms special empanadas.”
“Your mothers empanadas are good, better than Y/n’s.”
Miles laughs. “Don’t let him know that you said that or he will kill you!” He shouted as he too jumps off the clock tower, using his hoodie to hide his face as he swung back home to pick up his spider suit that he left lying in his bedroom, stepping inside the room as he quickly changed into the suit with Miguel waiting outside for him.
“Come on kid, we don’t have much time if we wish to catch Noir.” Said Miguel, sticking his head in the window with his mask still off while waiting for Miles who struggled with putting his suit on. “Yeah just give me a second!” He grunts while trying to slip on his suit while Miguel watched the teen struggle with putting it on, reminding him why he changed his own suit design to nanotechnology, making it easier to use.
“Miles—“
“Done!”
“What the fuck?!”
Both Miles and Miguels eyes widen as they turn towards Miles bedroom door that was thrown open. “Hello, Mrs. Morales.”
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blackopals-world · 4 months
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Prey Instincts
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Yandereish Artist!Yuu x Jade Leech
You shouldn't pick on the little guy
Ie. Jade has no idea what he signed up for.
Jade adored Yuu from the first moment they met.
The little painter was too cute. He watched them sketch away the hours without a care in the world. Jade couldn't help it he wanted to torment them.
Yuu would jump at the sight of him. They would shake and turn red, paralyzed in fear. They couldn't even speak two words without stuttering and tearing up.
When Yuu started crying was when they were at their peak adorability. Jade could freely hold Yuu without them running. Unfortunately the last few times he got that close they fainted from shock. Jade made the most of it regardless.
But is that the full story?
Is Jade just tormenting poor sweet Yuu?
What he didn't know is that it's more complicated then that.
His meek little Yuu had a secret.
When he wasn't looking they'd draw pictures of him in their sketchbook. Sculpt busts in his image. Stare longingly at his photos.
When Jade tried to speak to them they got so excited they couldn't speak clearly. After all their muse was talking to them, on his own. They've tried to overcome it by practicing on one of the many statues they've made of Jade but statues don't talk back.
And when Jade hugged them they couldn't handle it and fainted from excitement. Something they scolded themselves for later since they didn't get to enjoy it.
If only Jade knew how obsessed his victim was.
Jade certainly was no saint, constantly teasing the Yuu about taking a bite out of them and feeding them suspicious mushrooms.
Yet, Yuu wanted nothing more.
Man, they are weird...especially when their every interaction goes like this:
"Yuu-chan, why don't try this new dish I've concocted? I found some rare mushrooms while foraging. It causes slight paralysis."
"Sh- ye- I mean, l-y"
"I'll take that as a yes."
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ennysbookstore · 4 months
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Cold Snap - Part I (Seonghwa x Reader)
Summary: When the Park family shows up to the Beyond Zero Ski Lodge a day before their reservation, you do your best to accommodate them. Too bad the most handsome Park is a major asshole.
Word Count: 3.01k
Genre/Warnings: slice of life, enemies to lovers(?), angst, fluff, cursing, Seonghwa's an asshole (he has his Karen moments lol), reader has low self-esteem but is NOT a pushover, mentions of alcohol, mention of blood (injury), no consistency with verb tenses hehe, lots of plot (I swear they interact more in the next part lmao)
This is a work of fiction, and it is not meant to be a realistic representation of any real person mentioned in any way, shape, or form.
In your experience, there is no better time to fall into a comfortable bed on a cold winter morning than at 7:00 am. Just as the guests of the lodge begin to wake and the breakfast begins to warm at the other end of the first floor at the Beyond Zero Lodge, you are ready to sleep the day away. 
You gather your sketchbook and pencils that are strewn across the front desk counter and shove them into your canvas bag. Now two weeks into your winter job as the night shift concierge at the lodge, your sleep schedule has grown accustomed to the odd work hours. You had jumped at the opportunity when it was offered on the student job board posted by your university. You weren’t looking forward to returning home for the holidays, and the desolate university campus wasn’t looking like a better option. 
When the owners offered a hefty hourly wage and living quarters to be a front desk concierge, you accepted the offer immediately. Your shift began late into the night at 11:00 pm and ended in the early hours of 7:00 am. Other than assisting the occasional hungry guest, you weren’t doing much concierging. Instead, you made laps around the impressive ground floor of the Beyond Zero Lodge or helped yourself to a meal kit from the kitchen. Though mostly, you spent your time studying and sketching the architecture of the lodge. 
The large glass windows and woodwork was attractive to the eye, and no doubt, incredibly out of your budget. The grand fireplace provided great warmth for the two-story building and was built to sustain the lodge if the power were to go out. The furniture and appliances were sleek and modern, yet fit comfortably into the rustic lodge. The large glass windows did good to keep the cold out, and in return, they let guests eye the sloping mountains and snow-sprinkled douglas firs, perfect for their skiing pleasures. This lodge, that is far too removed from the town below and much too quiet, has become your much beloved refuge for the winter break. 
In the past two weeks, you had been filling your sketchbook with the snow-topped trees and wooden details of the lodge. Tonight, you’ll tackle the bricked structure of the fireplace. If you were getting paid to sit around, you were going to perfect the details in your sketches to remember the luxury of this practically free experience. 
You log off the front desk computer and enter the employee’s lounge to get ready to punch out your paper time card. Despite the modern renovations and high-quality amenities, the owners were adamant on using time cards to combat the exceptionally slow internet connection and frequent blizzards. 
Just as you prepare to make the short trek up to your sleeping quarters on the second floor, your day-shift co-worker approaches you in a frenzy. 
“Hey, you already checked out?”
“Just about to head up. Everything okay?”
“The Park party’s here a day earlier than they're supposed to be, and not one of them speaks a word of English. Think you can translate for me?”
You wince at the mention of your hurriedly submitted resume which may have included a section dedicated to an intermediate understanding of the Korean language. You swallow nervously and nod, following her back to the front desk. 
You had been told about the Park party during your first day of training with the day-shift employees. They rented out all 6 rooms in the lodge for seven days and were the only guests the lodge would tend to for the entirety of the week. They’ve been frequent visitors of the lodge and had been making the trip to the lodge for the past decade. Usually, they were for the owners to worry about, but a family emergency dragged them across the country during the Park’s stay. Special orders from the owners mentioned that it was of the utmost importance that the Park party’s each and every need for their seven day stay is taken care of. 
At the front desk, you’re met with the sight of several members of a family swallowed in thick padding coats, scarves, and hats. Some are yelling into a phone, the children are weaving through the dining area, and a toddler is crying out for her toy. In the midst of the chaos, an older woman is trying to communicate with another day-shift employee, and you catch words here and there of the owner’s name and about her grandson making the reservation. 
Your co-worker logs onto a computer and attempts to speak over the crowd, “Do you have a reservation confirmation number?” The crowd quiets down and looks at her confusedly. At the silence, she turns to you panicked with widened eyes. 
You step forward and sling your canvas bag under the desk before translating. The crowd releases a collected sigh, and the older woman steps in front of you. 
“Oh, thank the heavens, a Korean-speaker all the way up in these mountains! What a blessing!” You shyly smile, processing her words. “My grandson, he speaks English, you see. He made the reservation for us months ago. I’m not understanding what’s going on,” she exasperatedly explains. 
“Did he send you an email? There will be a number in that mail that will help us confirm your reservation, and we’ll be able to help you settle into your rooms,” you said slowly. 
She nods and fishes out a phone from her pockets. You let out a breath in the hopes you’re speaking correctly. If there were any mistakes in your grammar or pronunciation, she was nice enough to not mention them. She shows you a reservation confirmation number, and you eye the reservation and point out to her, “Your reservation begins on the 23rd, tomorrow.”
She checks the screen, turns to her family, and then back to you, “Is there any way you can take us early? We’ve got nowhere else to go. We’ve barely made it up the mountain as it is.”
You turn to your co-worker and explain the situation. She sighs and rubs her eyes before turning her attention to the screen. “We can get the housekeeping staff to start with the checked out rooms, but it’ll still be a while before we can get them into clean rooms. We can get their luggage into the lobby and get them some warm breakfast, but it’ll take a couple hours before they’ll actually be able to settle in. That’s the best we can do for now. If that’s alright with them, we’ll get started right away.”
You relay the information back to the party, and they sigh in relief and nod in approval. “Okay, let’s get started,” your co-worker rises out of her seat. She turns to look at you, “I know this is major overtime, but do you mind sticking around until we get them settled in?”
You nod meekly, and soon after, your co-workers are covered in their coats and begin their venture to bring the party’s luggage indoors. Meanwhile, you assist the party to the dining area and restrooms. One-by-one, the thick paddings, scarves, and hats are peeled off to reveal high quality clothes. Clean silks, cashmeres, leathers and wools are revealed underneath. You take their coats into your hands and head to the hooks lined against the walls. You briefly eye the clothes and are unable to find a single logo. The Park party’s wealth was far beyond your comprehension. As members of the family shuffle in and out of the restrooms, you seat them at the wooden slab tables and help pile their plate with steaming eggs, pancakes and potatoes. 
In an attempt to speed up the housekeeping, both of the day-shift employees head to the second floor to assist the cleaning staff. Once every member of the Park party is seated and eating, you make your way to the front desk and plop into the chair. Your body is barely keeping up with you and the lack of sleep is beginning to weigh down on your eyes. You rub your eyes, and begin creating key cards for the Park party to keep your hands busy. The opening of the front door and the subsequent chill that follows makes you look up. 
Even in your dazed mood, you could recognize a good-looking guy when you saw one. His long legs created long strides, and his black, wool winter coat accentuated his thin waist. His black hair was quaffed up and back to reveal his forehead, and from his ears hung thin silver earrings. His eyes were big and black with eyelashes probably longer than your own. And his lips, wow. They were plush and pink. And very pretty. You wonder how they feel. Even his eyebrows were beautiful. Even and thick. And furrowed in anger directed at you. 
“What is the meaning of this?” His angry voice jumps you out of your daydream. You sit up straighter and attempt to blink the sleep away. 
“I’m sorry, sir. Is there an issue I can help you with?”
He scoffs and nods over to the rest of his family helping themselves to seconds in the dining area. “Why are our rooms not ready? We’ve spent all day and night traveling to get up here only to be sat in the lobby for who knows how long? This is unbelievable.” He crosses his arms over his chest and juts a leg to the side.
You were not trained to deal with hostile guests. In fact, you were assured it wasn’t necessary. While the guests of the past two weeks had been wealthy, they were abundant in their kindness. Thanking you for your help, being understanding of your slow service, tipping you for getting them a late night snack, wishing you a good morning and good night. A large number of them were too tired to even interact with you after a day on the slopes, simply nodding your way and sleeping the rest of their stay away. 
So when perhaps the most handsome member of the Park party, who you are being paid much too well to care for, raises his voice at you, you can only stare at him in silence.
“Well?” he looks down at you.
You clear your throat and begin, “Oh, you see, a misunderstanding may have occurred.” You pull up the reservation on the computer, “The Park party reservation was meant to come in tomorrow on the 23rd.” You turn the screen towards him and point out the date. Okay, issue resolved. Your statement was neutral and didn’t assign blame to one side or the other. 
“That’s not an excuse. My family has stayed here every year for the past several years. We always come on the same day, and we always leave on the same day,” he refutes. 
You pause again. What are you supposed to say? Your eyes flick over to the staircase in the hopes one of the day-shift employees might be making their way to you. The staircase remains empty, and you turn back to the handsome Park.
“I understand, sir, but unfortunately, your reservation technically begins tomorrow. We’re doing the best we can to accommodate your family one day earlier.” You hope your voice isn’t wavering. 
“This isn’t the way you treat returning customers. Especially those with elderly and children. And even more so, those who are renting out the lodge for the week entirely,” he says back. His hands rest around his hips. 
What was this guy’s deal? With your own brows furrowed, you stood up, “I’m not sure what else you want us to do, sir. We quite literally have all hands on deck. Maybe I can take your coat, and we can get you a warm breakfast as your rooms are being readied.” You gesture towards the rest of his family, who are more than happy swallowing down big mouthfuls of warm foods. 
He lets out a deep laugh. “Sure, and then, you don’t deal with the consequences of your actions. I don’t think so. Where are the owners?” he cranes his neck to get a glimpse of the empty employee’s lounge behind you. At the noise, the older woman makes her way towards you both.
“Seonghwa, what took you so long? Come son, let’s get some food in your stomach!” she exclaims in Korean and loops her arm around his elbow. You inwardly thank her for her timing and start settling back in the chair, when Seonghwa speaks up.
“Grandmother, you shouldn’t have to sit in the lobby after traveling for so long. You should be resting in your room,” he tells her in Korean. He turns to look you up and down, “We shouldn’t deal with this ridiculousness from some imbecile that can’t do their job properly. Why are the owners willing to pay someone like her?”
Ouch. Maybe you weren’t the best at confrontational situations, but this would’ve been a good day to not know any Korean. University does enough to break down your self-esteem, and you weren’t in the mood for a lecture. You rise out of your seat, ready to give Park Seonghwa a proper piece of your sleep-deprived mind. 
Seonghwa’s grandmother slaps his arm and tightens her grip around his elbow, “This young lady has been nothing but helpful. You apologize to her this instance, Park Seonghwa. I’m so sorry about his behavior, dear,” she speaks to you with a solemn look on her face. You calm at her words. 
If the handsome Park was taken aback at your small, “It’s alright,” in his native language, he didn’t show it. You make your way around the front desk to lead him and his grandmother back to the dining area. He manages to pry his grandmother’s arms off his and shrugs off his black coat. He shoves the coat into your arms without sparing you a second glance and joins his family at the table, his face expressionless and cold. 
You smile at the rest of the party, now warm and full of food. With Park Seonghwa’s coat in your hand, you retreat to hang it with the rest of the coats and catch the scent of warm vanilla and saffron from his cologne. He smells good, too. You let out a tired sigh. Too bad he’s a major asshole. 
Between helping the chef clear out dishes from the Park family’s breakfast and switching through multiple channels of the televisions on the first floor, you knew you weren’t going to make it to your room before noon. Your legs were beginning to feel as heavy as your eyes.
The television in the dining room was turned on to a morning drama, while the television in the front of the lodge was turned on to a cartoon, and the television in the back was turned on to the local university basketball game. The Park party separated into three smaller groups and situated themselves in front of the televisions. The overload of noises wasn’t doing much to help your sleepy brain, but you were doing the best you could to be a host. 
Seonghwa sat with arms crossed on the couch in front of the fireplace, not exactly watching the cartoons but not doing nothing either. Occasionally, he looked out the glass windows at the snow-topped trees and mountains, but quickly redirected his attention back inside the lodge. He looked misplaced between the giggling children, dressed in a myriad of colors and full of energy. During the advertisement breaks, they jumped off the couches and climbed over his shoulders and snaked between his legs, almost as if he were an obstacle course there for their entertainment. He sat still, unmovingly, letting them. 
From the front desk, you thought you could feel the same sleepiness that was radiating off of you, radiating off of Seonghwa as well. And momentarily, you felt bad. You now knew the feeling of wanting nothing more than to be in a warm bed to sleep the exhaustion away all too well. One of the little girls tugged on Seonghwa’s hands. He lightly shook his head, but she tugged once again, this time with a pout decorating her face. But even in your tiredness, you were trying to be as helpful as you could be. You were shooting out smiles and on your feet the instance someone from the Park family needed something. You weren’t sitting moodily on a couch. Not that you could afford to anyways. He sighed and shook his head at the girl again. 
“Hey, we’re finally done,” your day-shift co-worker taps your shoulder. You jolt in surprise and look away from the scene. Your co-worker sits down heavily next to you with a sigh. “This is going to be a rough week,” she rolls her shoulders and several pops escape from her neck. “Okay, you’re almost home free. Just help me assign them their rooms, and you can go get some well-needed rest.”
Potentially dealing with the handsome Park again leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You swivel the chair towards your co-worker, “I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I can stay awake any longer. The tall one on the couch speaks English.” You point your eyes to Seonghwa. 
Your co-worker looks back to the clock hanging up behind you and widens her eyes. “Of course, I totally get it. I didn’t even realize the time. Thanks for handling them for so long, you should get some sleep,” your co-worker studies your face sympathetically.
You thank her and reach for your crumpled canvas bag under the desk. You make your way out of the employee’s lounge to the staircase and begin to make your way to your room. A sharp shriek and giggle stops you. From the staircase, you turn back to see that the cartoon has resumed, and the little girl was now resting on Seonghwa’s lap, snacking on candies from his hands. You turn around and make your way back to your room.
Taglist: @aaasia111 , @atinytinaa , @yunho-mp3
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! I have three more planned parts for Cold Snap, and it'll definitely exceed the 10k word count I had originally planned (part II is already at 5k without proofreading lol)! Please tune in next week for Part II, which comes out on December 8th at 6:00 pm CST!!! Please feel free to write and send feedback! Much love to you all <3 (crazy form goes too hard for you not to stream)
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seonghwaddict · 11 months
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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 003 ] rock paper scissors.
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synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. none, it's a cute chapter. word count. 2.3k
        chapter ii // chapter iii // chapter iv
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Surprisingly, you and Wooyoung agreed on most things when it came to compiling plausible ideas for the project. You worked together for an hour before he told you he had to go somewhere with Seonghwa and one of the guys you hadn’t met yet—Yunho?—in half an hour, to which you nodded as you continued writing down some notes.
Seonghwa joined the two of you at some point, coming down the stairs with his laptop so he could work alongside you, muttering something along the lines of “Hongjoong is working on something and I can’t concentrate” as he sighed. Though it didn’t take very long for him to retreat back to his room with a yawn having finished whatever paper her had to write.
Over the hour that you and Wooyoung worked together, he had scooted himself closer and closer to you until your knees were brushing against each other (but you didn’t mind, all this talking had made you reasonably more comfortable around him). At times he got up to demonstrate some poses he thought would look nice as you drew rough, blocky sketches of said poses. You showed him some of your own sketches, letting him choose what kind of style would fit.
At this proximity, it was very hard for Wooyoung to concentrate for longer periods of time. The perfume you wore had a divine smell that he couldn’t quite place, but if he had to he’d describe it as vanilla, a hint of something sweeter folded between. Every time he got a whiff of it, he had to stop himself from chasing the sweet smell. He also didn’t miss the way the beating of your heart sped up very slightly as he leaned over you to grab the pencil by your side, a fact that brought a smug smile to his face.
Since the final event for this project would be an exhibition in the gym, you both thought it would make sense to either do one big artwork or multiple smaller artworks to fill out the space dedicated to you. This was one of the things you couldn’t agree on.
“But wouldn’t it be so cool if you could do, like, a few sculptures and a few paintings of me?” He pouted.
“Wooyoung,” you pinched your nose bridge, “did you forget that I would have to be the one to actually make everything?”
“Well, no. But since we have like, 3 months to work on this I thought that would be more than enough time.”
“I have more—and better—things to do than paint and sculpt you.” You reasoned. “As the person that will be working endlessly on the actual artwork, I’d much prefer to do one big, impressive painting.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes before staring you dead in your eyes. “Are you sure?”
There was a change in his voice so subtle you wouldn’t be able to place it. Even his voice seemed sharper and it sent a chill down your spine. He squinted at you as you hesitated to answer and suddenly seemed so much closer than he actually was.
You blinked and looked away from him, and he was pleased to see the tips of your ears dusted a rosy shade. “Yes, I’m completely sure I’d rather do one larger painting.”
And that is how you and Wooyoung found yourselves in what may be the most intense game of Rock Paper Scissors. He decided the first to three points would get to choose, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to reach two points. After that, you kept tying and at some point, you both stood up, dramatically turning around every time you had to show your weapon. But you continued choosing the same things and each time he’d throw himself on the couch, yelling before standing back up.
After a few more rounds, you finally got a winner.
Up in the bedroom he shared with Wooyoung, Yeosang could not fall asleep. Out of all eight of the men that lived in this house, he had the most sensitive hearing. So when his best friend’s car pulled up to his house and he first heard that familiar voice accusing them of being part of the mafia, one could only imagine the surprise he felt. The two of you had run into each other a few times and eventually, he noticed he was looking for you when he went to certain places.
The first was at a café he worked at five days a week. Of course, he didn’t really need the money, but he enjoyed the atmosphere. Dim lighting, music playing softly so as to not disturb the customers, potted plants anywhere you looked. On one of the days he was working, you came in with who he assumed was your friend, talking animatedly to the girl next to you.
He didn’t notice you until you came up to the counter to order, immediately endeared by your polite smile. Your friend was seated on one of the tables by the window that looked out onto the street. He took your order: One americano, one iced latte with triple sugar, and two eclairs. 
“Name?”
You gave him your name and a small smile made its way to his face as he scribbled your name on the cups. You paid and with a nod, he asked you to wait by the pick-up counter. You watched him idly, rocking on your heels as you waited. The song caught your attention and you tried to memorise at least one phrase so you could find it later.
It didn’t take too long for both of the drinks to be made and he quickly fsíshed two eclairs out and carefully placed them into a white paper bag before handing everything to you, catching you as you took a sip of the iced latte and added in one more sugar packet. Before you left, you stopped him from turning around, a gentle ‘Excuse me?’ leaving your plump limps
“Yeah?”
“This song is nice, what’s it called?”
“Oh! Uh,” he pretended to think for a bit, but really this was his playlist and he knew every single song from the top of his head. “it’s Reflections by The Neighbourhood”
“Thank you,” your eyes flickered to the small name tag clipped to his apron. “Yeosang.”
The second time he saw you was in a quaint little bookshop. It was pretty much across the street from his café, so Jongho texted him to see if he could go a get a book for him when his shift was over. Of course, Yeosang wouldn’t decline his request so, true to his word, as soon as his shift was over at 7:30 in the afternoon, he made his way to the bookshop.
As the door opened, the kindle of a small bell signalled the arrival of a new customer. You were seated at the cashier, leaning your head on one of your hands while the other held your favourite mechanical pencil, drawing small sketches in your worn sketchbook, nodding your head to the beat of whatever song you were listening to. He recognised you immediately but decided to focus on finding the book Jongho needed.
With his phone in his hand, he looked between the title Jongho had sent him and the books on each and every bookshelf. Yet, he couldn’t find it. Deciding he should just ask you, he mustered up the courage and made his way to the front of the store, hesitating before calling out to you.
“Excuse me, um… Y/N?”
You were startled, but looked up at him and as recognition flashed through your eyes, smiled and took off your headphones. Unlike the last time you saw him, his hair was longer and he dyed it blond, but you still recognised him. You tried not to get distracted by how well this new look suited him. “Ah, Yeosang, right? How can I help you?”
He explained his situation and gave you the name of the book when you asked. You hummed and told him to follow you, walking to a section he swore he already looked in, missing the way he looked positively delighted by the fact you remembered his name. After you told him you wouldn’t be able to reach it, you told him exactly where the book should be and, lo and behold, there it was.
The next times he saw you (yes, multiple times), was somewhere he frequented almost as often as his workplace; the skatepark. You usually showed up with three of your friends and watched them skate around as you sat at a picnic bench. One time, in particular, he remembered you showing up in an outfit that nearly drove him insane. 
It was different from what he usually saw you wearing, oversized and cosy, covering up nearly all your skin. But this time, while you wore an oversized knitted white sweater, you also decided to wear and black miniskirt. Thigh-high black socks hugged your legs and fitted especially snugly around your thick thighs. If he denied the fact that he thought of about a hundred different inappropriate things in the span of a second, he’d be the biggest liar to have walked the earth.
You sat at your usual spot, watching with a fond smile as your friends bickered and skated around, that usual sketchbook opened in front of you as you drew. After twenty long minutes of skating to get his mind off you (and failing), Yeosang decided to take a seat next to you.
“You draw a lot.” He nearly smacked himself for not coming up with something better to say. But luckily, you seemed amused, letting out a small chuckle.
“I’m an art major, I kinda have to.”
And from there you conversed for another hour about whatever came to mind until your friends called you over so you could go grab dinner together. You offered Yeosang to join you, but the biology major needed to get home since he had early classes the next day.
He sighed once more, throwing the blanket off him as he got up and pulled a random sweater over his head.
“No!” You practically cried out and fell to the ground in defeat, Wooyoung cheered and jumped around the living room in utter glee. “I want a rematch!”
“In your dreams!”
“What’s going on?” A deep voice interrupted Wooyoung’s cheering (and your mourning). His eyes found yours very quickly, offering you a smile. “Oh, hey.”
“Hello!” You got up from the floor and gave him a small bow, brushing the fabric of your sweatpants despite them not being dirty.
Wooyoung’s brows furrowed as he looked between you and the blond in confusion. “You know each other?”
After explaining how you two knew each other, you had to leave. Wooyoung had to go wherever it was he need to go soon and you were getting pretty tired. After wishing them a good night and exchanging numbers with Wooyoung, you stepped out of the house, bag hanging from your shoulder as you made your way to the front gate.
That’s when you realised you didn’t have a way of getting home and didn’t know where the nearest bus stop was either. Shortly after you stepped out, both Wooyoung and Yeosang came to the same conclusion. So, while Wooyoung had to go wake up Seonghwa and get Yunho, Yeosang rushed out of the house and took his car.
“Need a ride?” He pulled up next to you, his usual smile making the apples of his cheeks look extra squishy.
You let out a sigh of relief, nodding and getting in the passenger’s seat.
The drive to the apartment complex you lived at took nearly half an hour. For the first ten minutes of the ride, you and Yeosang caught up and whatever had happened between the last time you’d seen each other and now. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it was quite obvious you already developed a small liking for the man next to you.
After those first ten minutes, you fell asleep with your head leaning against the window on your side. Yeosang could tell how tired you were and didn’t blame you at all. Spending so much time with Wooyoung can either be energising or exhausting, there was no in-between. So, he let you rest, head turning to make sure you were alright every now and then.
The steady beating of your heart grounded him, calming his senses and he was sure that as soon as he got back home, he’d be able to sleep without any difficulty.
As soon as you stepped through your front door, your housemate greeted you from the couch. “Hey, where were you?”
“I had to work on a new art project with a partner,” You yawned, making your way to the kitchen and grabbing a cup of water.
“Oh, how exciting,” Sangmi laughed, knowing you preferred working on your own. “Who’s your partner?”
Swallowing the big gulp of water you took, you answered, “Jung Wooyoung.”
Her deep brown eyes practically bulged from her eye sockets. She immediately demanded every detail. Sangmi always had a sort of admiration for Wooyoung, but an admiration that was less like a crush and more akin to respect.
She was also a dance major and often told you about how hard he worked during dance practice, describing the way he moved like art in and of itself. You had yet to see what she meant, but her words still set a high standard.
After telling her everything, you excused yourself and got ready for bed, changing into comfortable shorts and a white tank top. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light with no hope of waking up any time soon.
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  [ lilo's notes ... ] and so you have found out who she likes :> sorry this update was a bit late, i kinda forgot to finish writing. but here it is! i love blond yeosang so much it's actually insane.
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awakenthebeing · 11 months
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pizzano and piepoe
WHOOOO BOY when I got this randomly asked I fr did a double take bc JUST RECENTLY I DOODLED THEM DUE TO A DREAM I HAD!!! So the timing of this message was very coincidental...!!!
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BUT since you asked for em i decided to doodle some more things for the two!! There is other art as well, but it's on my other socials and not here hehe
The basis of their relationship is very similar to how Piepoe feels about the Noise. Except she is simply just way more uncomfortable. They just don't like how unpredictable Pizzano can be!!!
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I WILL leave these ones that are older tho bc theyre quite silly. These were from after the dream and they were just me sketching out their interactions based off of it😭😭‼️
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haleyvalentineart · 8 months
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Late post! To be honest, I just wanted this to be done tonight. I’m also adding a textless image if you want to zoom in on any details, and will continue below with the concept.
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The basic premise of my fan comic (right now) is that Matt as Daredevil somehow causes the death of one or more people, which makes him go into a downward spiral and recklessly throw his life around during Daredevil activities. In this scene, Foggy is exasperated, trying to get Matt to see sense as to how careless he is being.
Next in the works is either a positive Matt and Foggy interaction based on some replies I got (thank you!!) or a page to practice drawing the Daredevil echolocation type panels. If you’ve read the comics you might know what I mean, if not, it’s like a two color contour line that outlines all of the objects in the space the way DD might “see” them. Other than that I’m glad to draw asks/requests.
If you saw the version of this where they were floating… no you didn’t <3
And thanks to MattFoggyFanartArchive for alt texting this! :)
Finally some notes on the art itself, mostly for future me. If you care to read, be warned they are mostly criticisms:
Matt and Foggy designs are not final, mostly based off of Checchetto design (hairstyles). The staging took a huge turn from how I planned it. Overall spent way too much time on this page, but then again that included planning, 2 sketches, lines, color, and lettering. Foggy’s mouth in panel 2 was a struggle. The dramatic lighting might be a little too dramatic, it’s hard to see the characters. And TOO MANY WORDS! Way too wordy. Although I liked this dialogue in the beginning, seeing it in action is not as good. It might work better in a writing piece than in comics. Finally have to stop hand writing my text when there is an “add text” button with a comic font. On a lighter note, introduced movement into the scene with Foggy circling the table and motioning with his hands. Made the page less static. The dramatic lighting does help to show which direction characters are facing. Had a lot of fun with decorating the office and hid a few easter eggs. Expressions are alright.
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lovelyney · 1 year
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─────DATING THEM !! MONSTANDT GUYS────
CHARACTERS: albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, mika, razor, venti.
SCENT: headcanons
WARNINGS: gets a tad suggestive on Albedo's
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY
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꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 !! 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐙
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was somewhat oblivious when he first started developing feelings for you because he had never fallen in love beforehand.
after the strange feeling stuck with him for a few weeks, he finally consulted Sucrose about it, hoping she knew what he was feeling.
𖠵𝟎𝟐: When she explained that he had, indeed, fallen in love with you, everything clicked. The way his heartbeat sped up whenever you smiled, his sketchbook filled to the perimeter with sketches and drawings of you, his mind wandering to your smile late at night. . . everything.
𖠵𝟎𝟑: Thus, he composed a painting of you and asked if you could continue to be “his muse” and how could you possibly refuse when he practically painted you as the Mona Lisa?
𖠵𝟎𝟒: He is ever so charming. He loves to see what’ll make you tick and whatnot. watch out for that, lmao.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves to call you “(my) love,” “princess/prince,” and “sweetheart.”
𖠵𝟎𝟔: Sucrose finds it adorable how he looks at you with so much love and admiration.
oh yeah, you and Albedo are practically her parents by always watching over and protecting her. she appreciates you two a lot.
𖠵𝟎𝟕: Kisses on your fingertips and shoulder blades are a regular with him.
𖠵𝟎𝟖: Always brings extra blankets when you two go out adventuring in Dragonspine. He’s accustomed to the cold at this point, so he brings them for you (:
𖠵𝟎𝟗: One of his soft spots is seeing you play with Klee (“: He always thinks about what it would be like to start a family with you.
𖠵𝟏𝟎: The first about. . . five pages of his newest sketchbooks are just you. Doing what ?? Well, that’s up to your imagination.
❝Oh, welcome back, my love. Busy day, I presume? Your timing is perfect, I must say. I just finished my last experiment for the day. . . Sit down on the bed, and I’ll brew us a pot of tea, then you can tell me all about your day, sound good?❞
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Likes to experiment with the things you like, the things you don’t. . . different things you’ll react to. One of his favorite things about you are your reactions.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: If you’re cooking or like looking through your commissions, he’ll come up from behind you and start pressing kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. Just. . . randomly ??
𖠵𝟏𝟑: He’s a little obsessed with you. he finds himself memorizing everything you do and indulging himself in it. Sometimes he’ll even finish your sentences because he’s just been studying you for so long he knows what you’re going to say.
𖠵𝟏𝟒: Wear his coat, and he will literally melt into a puddle right before your eyes.
however, wear just his coat, and you’re playing with fire. you do know he can probably create a potion for just about anything, right ??
𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always slow and passionate, even with his tongue !! His goal is to pull away with you wanting more.
has a thing for you pulling his hair when you two are making out. it drives him crazy (in a good way.)
𖠵𝟏𝟔: Makes you breakfast in bed since he always wakes up earlier than you to get a headstart on his research.
he'll always cover you with an extra blanket when he first wakes up as well.
𖠵𝟏𝟕: Whenever you're sleepy, he'll ask you to sit in his lap while he's still researching so that you aren’t alone/feel lonely when you're sleeping.
𖠵𝟏𝟖: If you can't sleep, he'll always hum until you can.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: Didn't believe human interactions and relationships were worth his time before he met you; he mainly focused on his research and work alone.
𖠵𝟐𝟎: Doesn't really grasp what's 'right' and what's not regarding relationships. So what he says is mostly unfiltered.
𖠵𝟐𝟏: Has a notebook filled with notes about you and your relationship, both from the past and now present.
𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you kiss his birthmark; he's slightly insecure about it, but feeling your lips on it puts him at ease.
𖠵𝟐𝟑: One of the best ways to calm him down from stress or anger is to trace lines in his palms.
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꒱₊˚ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 !! 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: THE ABSOLUTE MOST SWEETEST BF EVER!
𖠵𝟎𝟐: He was highly hesitant about asking you out at first because of his bad luck, but with enough assurance from Fischl and Razor (he tried his best to understand), he decided to do it.
𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had bought you a bouquet of cecilias from Flora because he was scared that if he picked them himself, they would like start on fire or something. You assured him that you appreciated the gesture either way.
𖠵𝟎𝟒: The relief on this boy’s face when you accepted his confession is hallucinatory. He engulfed you in his arms while thanking you repeatedly. And after realizing that you might be uncomfortable with his impulsive hug, he pulled away with a face as red as a rose and apologized awkwardly.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: he was a little too shy at first to call you a pet name, but then he overheard other couples, and he started to think that maybe you didn’t feel loved enough because he never called you one, which is how he started calling you “clover” or an occasional shy “baby.”
❝Ah! W—Welcome home, clover! O—Oh, um. . . You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? I heard other couples calling each other cute names, and I thought clover was fitting for you because you always give me a sense of g-good luck. . . I-If it makes you uncomfortable, t-then I can always drop i-it!❞
𖠵𝟎𝟔: This boy is so infatuated with you; please treat him with care.
𖠵𝟎𝟕: You act as the group’s (Bennett, Fischl, and Razor) designated parent, always carrying extra supplies with you when you go out with them.
𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’s insecure that you’re gonna leave him because of his luck ): He needs lots of assurance from you; please give it to him.
𖠵𝟎𝟗: When you two are cuddling/sleeping, he prefers that you rest on his chest because it keeps him grounded and assures him that you’re there with him and haven’t left.
𖠵𝟏𝟎: Generally, in the mornings, you’ll find him with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He won’t let you go for a while.
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Gushes about you like you’re some kind of super famous celebrity.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: The amount of times he’s tried to cook you something but almost burnt down the house is unruly. He almost always feels guilty, but you give me a kiss on the forehead as consolation, and he feels better :)
𖠵𝟏𝟑: Speaking of kisses, when you first kissed him, he stared at you dumbfounded with a face redder than Diluc’s hair before asking for another one.
𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s like a touch-starved puppy. He melts at the slightest touch from you and always leans into your palm.
𖠵𝟏𝟓: Loves when you run your fingers through his hair or kiss the corner of his eyes—especially in the early mornings.
𖠵𝟏𝟔: You always give him a kiss before he leaves for his commissions as a “good luck charm.”
𖠵𝟏𝟕: One of the best people you can rant to. He’ll always sit patiently and listen to your troubles.
𖠵𝟏𝟖: You’re always there to patch him up whenever he gets injured from his commissions.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: Scared of touching you or bringing you anywhere because he's terrified that his bad luck will end up hurting you someday.
𖠵𝟐𝟎: Brings you home little souvenirs from his adventures to always show that he's thinking of you (':
𖠵𝟐𝟏: He always has to drag you away from punching someone who trash-talks him.
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꒱₊˚ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 !! 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: He didn’t give falling in love much thought because he figured he’d be too busy running the tavern and protecting Monstandt from the Abyss Order.
he also thought that no one would like him that way because of his cold and blunt demeanor. at least compared to his brother.
𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you came along, and everything changed. You showed him patience and kindness, and with the snap of a finger, he fell head over heels
𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had two different thoughts running through his head: “what if she doesn’t feel the same and ends up getting the wrong idea of my motives and never shows her face to me again” and “what if she feels the same but right when we’ve finally settled down, she dies in my arms like father did.”
𖠵𝟎𝟒: Those thoughts alone were enough to keep him quiet cause seeing you fall in love with someone else was more bearable than losing you for good.
on the other hand, Kaeya did not let his brother staring at you with such adoration go overturned. so, he kept nagging at him to confess to you which FINALLY got him to give up.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: He had no idea how to confess to you, definitely not taking any pointers from his brother. Therefore, he just awkwardly told you, hoping his sincerity was enough to woo you.
𖠵𝟎𝟔: And when it was, it felt like he could finally see color in the world again. He felt so thankful that someone like you, kind and gentle, could love someone as vacant as him.
𖠵𝟎𝟕: You are always his number one priority. Your. Safety. Comes. First !!
𖠵𝟎𝟖: Your drinks are free at the tavern !! (Which a certain bard and cryo user think is unfair. . .)
𖠵𝟎𝟗: Likes to call you “dear” and “(my) dove.”
❝My dove, what’re you doing with that glass of wine? No. Put it down. You’ve had enough to drink for one night. Archons, you’re starting to remind me of my brother.❞
𖠵𝟏𝟎: Is terrified the Abyss Order will target you to get to him.
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is fully aware you know how to protect yourself, but he still prefers that he goes with you on your commissions, so he at least knows that you’re unscathed.
if you were to get fatally injured under his watch, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself despite your protests.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: Expresses his love with actions rather than words.
𖠵𝟏𝟑: Doesn’t know how to convey his feelings properly; he’s a bit stiff and awkward; bare with him here.
𖠵𝟏𝟒: Hugs you from behind whenever you’re cooking or reading if he’s feeling exceptionally touchy.
𖠵𝟏𝟓: Sometimes, you’ll help him bartend at the tavern when you’re free, and there’s always these occasional drunk men who flirt with you that he wants to burn alive LMFAO.
𖠵𝟏𝟔: Similar to Albedo, Diluc undoubtedly melts whenever you wear his jacket !! Most of the time, he lets you wear it unless he has to go to Dragonspine for something.
will always drape his jacket over your shoulders whenever he notices you’ve grown cold.
𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always kisses you on the forehead before he’s off somewhere.
𖠵𝟏𝟖: He doesn’t trust the world with you, which is why he’s so possessive and overly cautious whenever you go out.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: His kisses are slow-burn if that makes sense ?? Like they start slow and sweet, then escalate to passionate and needy.
always has a hand on your chin while kissing you, using his index finger to lift it so that you meet his gaze before firmly grasping it so that you can’t shyly turn away.
his lips are always warm, so kissing him is quite pleasant (:
𖠵𝟐𝟎: Imagine on cold nights, when you’re shivering and all, Diluc peppers warm kisses down your shoulders and onto your stomach to help warm you up. (Which 100% doesn’t actually help.)
𖠵𝟐𝟏: Whenever he wakes up before you, he’ll always observe you sleeping because he finds you adorable whenever you’re so at peace with yourself.
draws shapes and patterns on your hips or legs while waiting for you to wake.
𖠵𝟐𝟐: He lets you play with and do his hair, and he tries not to admit that he adores it. He does.
𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you patch up his wounds is when he sometimes feels the luckiest to have you. 
𖠵𝟐𝟒: You keep extra ointment and cooling patches on you because Diluc sometimes burns himself from his vision ‘cause he clutches his claymore so tightly.
𖠵𝟐𝟓: If you were to gently kiss his scars. . . He would not be able to control himself and just throw himself on you, his lips eagerly on yours in seconds.
𖠵𝟐𝟔: Imagine his hands are giant. . . for some reason, so whenever you hold his hand, his completely envelops yours, and he absolutely lives for it. 
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was a hard one to read at first because you couldn't tell if he was just being his normal playful self or if he genuinely liked you.
in reality, he was actually very smitten by you and, similar to Diluc, was hesitant to tell you.
𖠵𝟎𝟐: His main concern was that he didn't want you to think he was being a creep with some ulterior motive or something of the sort.
𖠵𝟎𝟑: And so he went to Lisa for some words of advice, and she made sure to emphasize he shouldn't sound so flirtatious when confessing and should be a bit more genuine.
𖠵𝟎𝟒: Asked you over for dinner, pushing a bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias into your arms when you got to his house.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: When he finally got to confessing to you, he stumbled over his words a little because he was so scared of messing it up.
so when you accepted his feelings, it felt like he could fully breathe again. he immediately pulled you in his arms and squeezed you, promising you he'd take good care of you (:
𖠵𝟎𝟔: Nicknames can arrange from flirtatious to lovesick. Some of his favorites are “angel,” “doll,” “baby,” and “princess/prince.”
❝Ah, I see my angel has decided to come visit me from the heavens. How's your day coming along, my princess/prince? No one's been giving you trouble, I presume? Archons know if someone is and what'll I do to them. . .❞
𖠵𝟎𝟕: Lots and lots of teasing !! He loves to see you all flushed because of him.
𖠵𝟎𝟖: His hands are naturally very cold because of his vision, and he'll sneak them up your shirt or press them against your cheeks to mess with you.
𖠵𝟎𝟗: Diluc doesn't know how you put up with him but is grateful that you keep him in check.
and even though he won't admit it, he's glad his brother found someone that makes him so happy.
𖠵𝟏𝟎: You humble him from time to time when he gets too prideful.
𖠵𝟏𝟏: He stopped going to the tavern as much because you mentioned that you started getting worried and frustrated that he drank so much.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: Always keeps an arm slung around your waist or shoulder while you're out together.
𖠵𝟏𝟑: Wants to celebrate every accomplishment you achieve. Finished all your commissions for the week ?? Fuck yeah, date time !!
𖠵𝟏𝟒: Although he's flirty, ever since he started dating you, he reserved his flirting for you alone. If someone makes a move on him, he'll scoff and brush them off.
𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always passionate and warm. He wants you to be reminded that you're his s/o and nobody else's with each kiss.
he normally has a hand on your jaw or chin so that you can't move away from him.
he loves to trail his kisses down your jaw and collarbone. seeing you shiver from pleasure boosts his ego, LMFAO.
𖠵𝟏𝟔: Leaves love bites down your neck and collarbone.
𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn't take people giving you trouble lightly. . . He'll happily give someone a lesson or two if it means they'll leave you alone for the greater good.
𖠵𝟏𝟖: Won't sleep for days if you're hospital-ridden because you got critically injured. He'll be at your side through all of it.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: Gets so worried that you're going to disappear like everyone else in his life.
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꒱₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 !! 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s so so sweet but overall very shy !! And slightly inexperienced when it comes to dating. . . He’s learning as he goes, LOL.
𖠵𝟎𝟐: The poor boy had no idea what to do with himself when he first fell in love with you, so he rushed to Kaeya for advice. Can’t tell if that was a bad or good idea. . .💀💀
𖠵𝟎𝟑: You’ll have to be patient with him ‹/3 Even a few weeks into the relationship, he’ll still be a little sheepish when initiating affection.
𖠵𝟎𝟒: (↑) Don’t let that distract you from the fact that he loves any ounce of love you throw at him !!
𖠵𝟎𝟓: He’s incredibly reliable !! If you need help with something with physical or mental, he’ll gladly help you in any way he can ‹3
𖠵𝟎𝟔: Finds himself scribbling hearts on the maps he’s planning out because his mind wanders to you.
𖠵𝟎𝟕: Hopes to find the time to visit one of the other nations with you !! It doesn’t necessary matter which one, he just wants to travel the world with you at his side ‹3
𖠵𝟎𝟖: You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s planning on making a giant map, color-coded and all, with some of his favorite moments with you jotted down on it ‹3
𖠵𝟎𝟗: Absolutely hates whenever you’re upset !! It breaks the poor boy’s heart because he lives to see your smile ):
𖠵𝟏𝟎: Likes to call you “angel,” “cecilia,” “love,” “sweetheart,” and “baby/babe.”
❝Angel? Are you home? I’m back from my expediti—wOAH! Oh! There you are, (NAME)! I—I missed you too, sweetheart! So, so much. . . Say, are you, by chance free right now? You maybe want to grab some snacks from Good Hunter and g-go to Windtrace?❞
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is completely smitten with you and will do anything in his willpower to keep you safe ‹/3
𖠵𝟏𝟐: Sometimes adventurers will find you two passed out together under the Windtrace Tree, cooing quietly at cute you guys are.
𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always, ALWAYS gets you some type of gift on important days: your birthday, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Windblume, etc, etc. . .
𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) One of his favorite holidays is Valentine’s Day because it gives him a reason to spoil you ‹3
𖠵𝟏𝟓: Always writes you really cute love letters when he’s away on the more lengthy expeditions ‹3
you can guarantee that the grand master (cannot remember the name of him for the life of me 💔) teases the hell out of him about you ‹/3 he always makes sure to ask him if he’s proposed yet. . . just you wait til’ he replies with yes, LMAO.
𖠵𝟏𝟔: If he sees you’re shivering, his coat is around you in seconds. He hates whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable.
𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn’t catch a break from Kaeya’s teasing ‹/3 Jean or Diluc normally have to slap him on the back of the head for him to shut up.
DILUC: “Give the boy a break, Kaeya. At least he has someone; the only thing you seem to have these days is a crippling alcohol addiction.”
KAEYA: “(Scoffs.) Well, as far as i’m concerned you don’t seem to have a significant other either, Diluc. Takes another drink of wine.”
“Um. . . let’s—let’s go get some fresh air, s—shall we, cecilia?”
𖠵𝟏𝟖: People tend to underestimate his strength. If he sees you walking towards a puddle, he’ll lift you with one arm and carry you over it.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: He’s very articulated and swift !! I mean, he uses three different weapons and can switch between within a second—in which, he’s very good at protecting you from unwanted attacks.
𖠵𝟐𝟎: Gets INCREDIBLY flustered whenever you compliment him. 😭
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꒱₊˚ 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐑 !! 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐘
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: GOODEST BOY #1 !1!1!1
𖠵𝟎𝟐: Poor Razor had no knowledge and experience in crushes, so when he gained butterflies in his stomach when he was around you one day, he internally panicked because he thought he was sick with something.
however, when he explained how he felt to Bennett, his friend happily assured him that he had not fallen to some new illness but rather was in love with you!
𖠵𝟎𝟑: Bennett encouraged him to tell you because he thought you two would be the cutest couple in all Teyvat. (And let’s be honest, you are.)
𖠵𝟎𝟒: Since he had no prior knowledge of confessions, he didn’t know if there was an appropriate time for it or if he should dwell on it, so he just flat-out told you how he felt when he saw you next.
you didn’t understand what exactly he was implying at first, but when you put the pieces together, you melted right on the spot.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: His nonexistent tail wagged when you cheerfully explained that you reciprocated the feelings !!
𖠵𝟎𝟔: Since he isn’t as adapted to relationship customs, he usually refers to you as “lupical.” but when Bennett described what affectionate nicknames are, he started to call you “pup” as well. (Because baby wolves are called pups !!)
❝Um, lupical. . . Friend Bennett told Razor that a. . . kiss was something humans in relationships do. So Razor wanted to know i-if you wanted to try it. . .❞
you had to explain to him what it was at first and what to do before placing a chaste kiss on his lips (:
𖠵𝟎𝟕: Is a sucker for any affection; he always indistinctively leans into your touch. He is quite literally a touch-starved puppy.
𖠵𝟎𝟖: Bennett playfully teases him about how lovey he gets with you.
𖠵𝟎𝟗: Looves to cuddle you !! his favorite position is when he’s lying on your chest or stomach so that he can fall asleep to your heartbeat with his arms enclosed around your lower half. he finds you very warm and soft !!
𖠵𝟏𝟎: You teach him a lot of things he never got to learn growing up (:
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Protective of you, but not in a possessive way. He just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. So he always stands in front of you whenever you guys encounter any hilichurls, treasure hoarders, etc.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: Pouts whenever he smells another guy’s scent on you before hugging you tightly so you’re covered in his scent.
𖠵𝟏𝟑: You like to brush through and do his hair and he adores it.
𖠵𝟏𝟒: Teaches you lots of survival skills.
𖠵𝟏𝟓: Teaches you how to make lots of veggie and meat-based dishes!
𖠵𝟏𝟔: Good luck trying to hide any injury from him; he can smell blood from a mile away. Also danger !! You're in good hands here.
𖠵𝟏𝟕: Ever since you taught him how to kiss, he’ll randomly go up to you, grab your face, and just give you a biiig smooch.
his kisses are hard to put into words. they’re warm and passionate, per sé. you can tell how much he loves you when he kisses you.
𖠵𝟏𝟖: You and Bennett help him with bigger vocabulary words that he isn’t generally used to—then focusing on how to form a sentence correctly.
𖠵𝟏𝟗: Lots of camping dates! he gets nervous with lots of people around, preferring to be with you alone in the woods somewhere with not as much noise.
𖠵𝟐𝟎: He sometimes licks you as a form of affection ):
he’s also tried licking your wounds clean, but you’ve gently explained to him that it’s unsafe and unsanitary. he’s resorted to just pressing a simple kiss to them now.
𖠵𝟐𝟏: He likes to affectionately bite/nibble on you, so you have various bite marks scattered on your body because of him.
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𖠵𝟎𝟏: He feared falling in love because being an archon meant that he was immortal, and he knew the chances that whoever he would fall in love with wouldn’t be.
and he was doing good at first! so for a while, he didn’t get so worked up about it.
𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you showed up in Monstandt, and after becoming close friends with you, fell hard.
𖠵𝟎𝟑: At first, he decided against the idea of telling you for a few reasons, such as not to ruin what you guys had and not to get insanely attached to you as he did with the nameless bard, just for you to die right in front of him.
but his feelings for you deepened with time, and he didn’t want to live tied down by his past and rather just live in the moment with you at his side.
𖠵𝟎𝟒: And so, he confessed to you via a song he wrote and, at the end, gifted you a bouquet of cecilias.
it felt like time stopped for him when you said you felt the same, and he couldn’t help but squeeze you in his arms.
𖠵𝟎𝟓: Likes to call you “windblume,” “(my) love,” and “(my) cecilia.”
❝Ah! Welcome home, windblume! Did the warm winds bring you any comfort today? I hope you know that whenever the wind envelops you, that’s me hugging you when I’m not at your side!❞
𖠵𝟎𝟔: If you’re taller than him, he’ll beg you to give him piggyback rides everywhere.
𖠵𝟎𝟕: Dedicates most of his songs and poems about you.
𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’ll give you random kisses just out of nowhere; it doesn’t matter when or where; he just likes to watch the color rise to your face (given if it’s visible with your skin color.)
𖠵𝟎𝟗: If you need to destress or relax, he’ll take you up to the hands of one of the Statues Of Seven or up to Starsnatch Cliff.
𖠵𝟏𝟎: If he sees you injured or upset by another person’s hands or words, he will GLADLY rearrange whoever did it.
𖠵𝟏𝟏: Begged Albedo to help him find a way to maintain your youth if not make you immortal.
𖠵𝟏𝟐: This boy is so infatuated with you; it’s unreal 💔
𖠵𝟏𝟑: You’re the only one he gets to see him in his archon form, and he finds that really special.
he absolutely melts whenever you kiss or trace over his archon markings. his stomach always fills with butterflies when you do it.
𖠵𝟏𝟒: If your hair is braid-able, he’ll braid your hair to look like his so that you’re matching !!
he taught himself to do all different kinds of braids, so don’t worry about your hair type.
𖠵𝟏𝟓: He likes to hum you to sleep or to calm you down; his voice is pleasant to listen to, so you never digress.
𖠵𝟏𝟔: If you asked him to flip the world upside down, he probably would. . . ?? He’s that in love with you.
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THE GOAT
My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works
Pairing: Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader
Word count: 4,790
Note: I’m doing something new with this little series. Each part will have two imagines based on the duos from the Bouncy music video, so you guys are getting TWO imagines in one :D
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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 홍중
Hongjoong released a long sigh, staring through the telescope he held between his glove-clad hands.
"Tired?" You questioned.
He scoffed. "No."
"Liar."
"I'm used to staying up late. You should know this by now."
"Yeah, yeah." You waved a dismissive hand, repositioning yourself on the raised platform Hongjoong sat upon, fixing your gaze on the city below. "How many nights are we going to spend keeping watch out here like this?"
"Until we get the signal."
"The signal." You muttered through a sigh of exasperation. "And when will we be getting that?"
"Don't know." Hongjoong pushed the telescope closed and set it aside.
You leaned back, resting on your palms while gazing out at the nighttime cityscape lit up with vibrant neon hues from the different signs displayed on buildings. The streets were empty, completely vacant and void of any civilians. This place you called your temporary home was practically a ghost town. Despite the people here being away from the government's control, they all seemed to prefer to move quietly throughout to city so as not to draw any attention to themselves.
The sound of a motorcycle revving loudly echoed somewhere in the distance.
Well, except some people.
Hongjoong chuckled softly. "That must be Seonghwa."
"Must be. What is he doing anyway?"
"Riding around with his new motorcycle gang I suppose."
"That doesn't seem like something that pertains to the plan."
"No, but who says we can't have a little fun while we wait to put the plan in motion? He grinned.
"Yeah. You have a point."
"Plus, we're just regular civilians going about our daily lives. Isn't that right?"
"Right."
Hongjoong adjusted the hat on his head, pushing it back enough to where he could look up at the stars. His cowboy attire was a bit ridiculous, but it was his disguise and unfortunately yours as well. All the boys were staying in separate hideouts around the city. You, Hongjoong, and Mingi were located in a part of the city that had a more western feel to it and in order to blend in, you had to dress the part. Not only that, but the boys were wanted for their crimes against the government and they needed to keep a low profile, lest they get captured by the android guardians.
"Mingi's face is plastered all over the city." You commented, recalling the numerous sketches of him you had seen stuck to nearly every building.
"I know."
"You don't think our cover is gonna get blown?"
"No. There have been plenty of times we've almost been caught in the past, but we always make it out."
He had a point. All of them were uncannily lucky when it came to escaping the clutches of the android guardians. Yes, Yeosang got captured once, but he was brought back completely unscathed with his emotions still intact. That was a miracle in and of itself. There wasn't a day that went by where the boys weren't thankful for all eight of them being safe.
"At this point, what are we even watching for? Nothing has happened in Prestige Academy for months."
"We're not watching for anything. We're just keeping an eye on them."
You hummed and nodded, your fingers mindlessly fiddling with the fringe on your vest.
"Do you ever miss home?" You questioned, eyes locked on the dreary slate gray city of Strictland far in the distance—a reminder of how vastly dissimilar this world was from the one you grew up in.
Hongjoong pursed his lips in thought.
"Not really. Our lives weren't exactly perfect and it seemed like none of us had a purpose. The group broke apart and everyone was dealing with their own issues. Here, we have a purpose and whatever problems we had back home are insignificant now, especially compared to the threat we're facing here." There was a brief pause before he added, "What about you?"
"Do I miss home?" You questioned.
He nodded.
"No, but sometimes yes. Back in our world, I felt stuck I guess. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and I felt like I was being held back. If you can believe it, I feel more free here, even with all the rules the government is trying to enforce."
Hongjoong chuckled softly. "I get what you mean."
"When we first started this journey together, I was terrified. I didn't think I had it in me to make such daring moves, but now I want to do thrilling things like infiltrating an academy, but I do sometimes miss the normality of my old life. I miss hanging out with you guys in that old tin building."
"I do too." Hongjoong smiled fondly, turning to you. "But it's like I said earlier, who says we can't have a little fun? This dystopian world may be bleak, but we can still take it easy and have moments of normalcy."
The light from the large neon sign reading The Goat shone along his face, highlighting his side profile as he looked at you. It was a heavenly sight and one that had your heart thumping wildly with adoration.
You felt strongly about Hongjoong and had been quietly swooning over him for a long time now. Unfortunately, with all of the chaos constantly going on around you, there was no possibility of confessing. However, in this moment of vulnerability, you found yourself uttering something you normally wouldn't say.
"I'm glad I'm here with you."
Hongjoong's head lifted at your words. Now that he was looking at you, his eyes studying your face, you got nervous.
"Sorry." You murmured an apology, fiddling with the fringe of your vest again. "It's just that... well, you mean a lot to me and if we hadn't gone on this rollercoaster of a journey together and I stayed at our old home I'd probably be miserable. What I'm trying to say is that I'm thankful that we stuck together."
His gaze softened, a gentle smile gracing his pretty lips.
"I feel the same way."
A beat passed and Hongjoong scooted closer, it was unnoticed by you, as you'd turned your gaze back to the neon dotted cityscape ahead, staring out at the nighttime scene. His lips pressed together in momentary contemplation while his fingers fidgeted with the chains attached to his black leather gloves.
Hongjoong was a smart man, but your words caused him some confusion. Was that a confession? A subtle way to declare your feelings without saying it outright? Maybe you were just showing him appreciation for your companionship—or maybe you were hinting that you wanted something more. He hoped it was the latter.
There was only one way to find out.
He had taken on the android guardians multiple times, broke into a museum to steal the Cromer, snuck around Strictland to set up speakers, and now he was planning to infiltrate Prestige Academy to save as many students as possible, which would be one of their biggest and riskiest plans ever. Confessing is nothing compared to that. It should be a piece of cake. Keyword should.
Swallowing his pride and pushing away his nerves, he leaned over towards you, the movement grabbing your attention. Seeing how close he was made you tense up, but you didn't make any efforts to move away. Truthfully, you didn't want to.
His eyes were a little wider than usual, hesitancy swimming in his brown irises. The reason for that reluctance, you didn't know.
"Hongjoong?" Your voice came out much quieter than you intended. "What's happening?"
"I'm about to kiss you."
There was a brief pause of silence as your brain processed what he had just said. The only word that managed to come out of your mouth in response was,
"Okay."
You hardly had time to internally cringe at your lame response as Hongjoong's lips made contact with yours, promptly silencing your thoughts. Their softness alone had your mind turning to mush, your eyelids sliding closed as you practically melted into him. His gloved hand moved to cradle the side of your face while your hands relocated from your lap to the nape of his neck to keep him held close, hoping that this moment would last long enough for you to believe it wasn't a dream. His kisses were so delicate and slow. It felt like he was pouring all of his emotions into it, conveying just how much you meant to him with each gentle press of his lips.
Only a few moments passed before Hongjoong's kisses became a little more heated as he picked up the pace, moving his lips with more urgency. He even nipped at your bottom lip a couple times, earning a quiet squeak of surprise from you. You were thankful to be sitting down or else your knees would have given out on the spot. He chuckled lowly against your lips, amused by your reaction. His sultry laugh made your heart thump rapidly, your hands tightening into fists.
It wasn't long before your hands moved to his hat, pulling it off his head and tossing it to the side somewhere so you could card your fingers through his blue locks, grabbing handfuls of it. He let out a low hum that vibrated against your lips and sent a rush of butterflies to your stomach. After a particularly dizzying kiss, you sighed out his name, your mind far too clouded to realize what you had said. Hongjoong couldn't ignore the way that lit a fire in him. He liked how you sounded and he wanted to hear it again.
At this point, keeping watch was at the back of Hongjoong's mind. All he could think about was you and how glorious it felt to be kissing you like this and what it would take for you to say his name again.
"Say my name." He sighed out between heated kisses. "Please."
You did as he asked, repeating his name in a breathless whisper, egging him on.
His hand that cupped your cheek slid around to the back of your neck, his thumb gently rubbing your nape. You suppressed a shiver as he took your bottom lip between his, encasing it in warmth.
The both of you parted ways, Hongjoong's eyes looking hazy while his tongue darted out to wet his lips that were slightly swollen from your intense make out session. It seemed impossible, but he looked even more stunning than usual.
"What was that for?" You questioned breathlessly.
"I didn't know how else to convey my feelings."
"So, instead of just confessing, you did something riskier by kissing me?" You asked amusedly.
"What can I say? I'm a man who likes to take risks." The statement was confident, but judging by the pink tinting the tips of his ears, the thought of straight up confessing hadn't crossed his mind.
"Now what?"
"Well..." Hongjoong trailed off, his hand finding yours. "We can be together and still take down Prestige."
You gave a lighthearted chuckle. "Alright then. If you think you can handle balancing a relationship and overthrowing the government."
"Please." He scoffed playfully. "I'm the captain. I can handle anything."
Hongjoong's eyes shifted slightly, moving away from your face and focusing on something in the distance.
"Someone's coming." He announced, his gaze fixed on a figure riding a delivery scooter.
You chuckled softly even though you were bummed out that the moment had ended.
Duty calls.
He scrambled for his telescope, opening it up and peering through the glass.
"We didn't order any food." You mused.
"I know."
He zeroed in on a logo stuck to the delivery scooter that read Blue Bird Delivery. A silent sigh of relief was released. As the person approached, Hongjoong began messing with the pulley system attached to the roof of the building, lowering a beat up metal bucket to the ground below.
The moped came to a stop and the rider pulled out a plastic bag, placing it in the bucket before Hongjoong raised it.
"Is that Yeosang?"
"I think so."
The driver, who you assumed to be Yeosang got back onto the scooter and took off towards his next destination.
Hongjoong removed the plastic bag, carelessly tossing it aside as he opened the styrofoam takeout container. Inside was a single Cheongyang chili pepper.
Your brows furrowed in perplexmxent, wondering why Yeosang would bring you something like that. Hongjoong removed the paper from the container and examined it briefly. Glancing around, he broke open the green chili pepper, pulling out a rolled up note that had been put inside.
"What it is?" You inquired, watching as he unraveled it.
"It's time."
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The atmosphere in the dim Chili Peppers bar was filled with the sound of low murmuring from the few patrons it housed, the occasional sound of clinking glasses or pool being played accompanied the low conversations. You pressed the corners of the wrinkled paper to the wall, hanging a new wanted poster, this one bigger than the ones that already hung there. Most of them depicted the same man while others showed images of a few other fugitives who were believed to run in the same group. The only thing that was different from the rest was that any poster that showed this particular man said DEAD OR ALIVE in large letters. You weren't exactly sure as to why this man was wanted, but you heard whispers throughout the city that he looted local businesses in the area and sometimes traveled with a group of other fugitives. Some even say he runs with the masked men in fedoras, but you're not sure—this town talks a lot.
The wooden doors of the saloon squeaked as they were pushed open by a strong force. A tall figure stepped into the establishment, all of the attention drawn to him, the chatter in the bar coming to an abrupt stop. Every patron in the saloon had their heads directed towards the stranger, their eyes following him across the room. He wore a large hat that blocked his face, keeping his head low as he approached the bar you stood behind. You took note of the large shotgun strapped to his back, not thinking too much of it, as quite a few people around here carried weapons with them.
"How can I help you?" You asked, leaning on the wooden bar top.
"Why else do you think I came to this bar?" The man responded, his voice low and incredibly deep.
"Not everybody comes into this bar to drink, you know."
"Soju." He responded, taking a seat on one of the stools.
Reaching underneath the bar, you grabbed a shot glass and a cold bottle of soju from the mini fridge. Cracking open the alcohol, you poured the clear liquid into a shot glass, sliding it over to the man. His gloved hand reached out and lifted the shot to his lips, downing it just as quickly as you had poured it. He slammed the glass down onto the counter with his head hanging low. It was only when he raised his head that you got a clear look at his face.
First, you noticed his strikingly handsome features, then instant recognition. This was the man from the wanted poster.
You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was stuck in your throat as he stood up, pulling his long, leather coat back to flash the gun sitting in a holster on his hip.
"When I turn around, duck under the bar." He instructed lowly.
What? Is what you wanted to say, but you didn't have time as he spun around, pulling the gun out.
You dropped to the floor and covered your head as the sound of gunshots rang out above you, some stray bullets hitting the bottles of alcohol displayed behind the counter, the shattered glass falling onto you, liquor splashing onto the wooden boards of the floor.
You didn't even have time to consider wether you trusted this stranger or not, yet you did exactly as he said without a second thought. Then again, it was the only thing you knew to do when you saw him draw his weapon.
A thump sounded from above you, the noise drawing your attention. The man now stood on  the bar holding the shotgun that was previously strapped to his back, firing the weapon mercilessly. Based on the heavy thuds you heard after every shot, he was good.
"Alright. It's safe. You can come out now."
Deciding to peek out from your hiding spot, you slowly stood up, peering over the bar top. Bodies littered the floor, tables were overturned, and shell casings were scattered everywhere. Your eyes were blown wide in surprise as you took in the scene before you. The stranger hopped down off the bar, landing behind the counter with you. You unconsciously took a step back, still wary of the man.
"Who are you?" You asked in a shaky voice, rattled by the experience you just had.
"Mingi."
When you didn't respond, he held his hands up in a placating manner to show he wasn't a threat.
"I won't hurt you. I'm a good guy."
Still skeptical, you studied him for a moment, your eyes scanning his sharp features for any signs of dishonesty.
"I saved you." He added.
"Saved me?"
"Yes. Everyone in this bar was working for the government."
Your expression shifted upon hearing that.
"Strictland is getting tougher on enforcing their rules and regulations. They were going to bring you in and have your emotions taken away."
"What?"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing, shaking your head in denial.
"That's not possible. This is the outskirts of the city. The government has no control here."
"They're trying to."
Mingi could see your breathing start to quicken, a look of fear crossing your features.
"What do I do?"
"You come with me."
"But I don't know you."
"Have you ever heard of The Black Pirates?"
"No."
"They're a group of people who are rebelling against the government and trying to undo what Strictland has tried to enforce. Me and my friends work with them."
So that's why his picture is all over the city. Those other wanted posters are probably the friends he mentioned.
"Trust me, it's best if you listen and come with me." He added.
After taking a few seconds to think it over, you caved and agreed to go with Mingi. It seemed to be your best and only option.
"Smart girl." He commented. "Follow me."
Taking a final glance at the bar that was in complete disarray, you turned your back and followed Mingi out of the establishment. There was something sad about walking out of that dingy bar. It felt like you were leaving a part of you behind. Chili Peppers was a place you had spent a year working at and met many  different people. You were well-acquainted with the regulars and enjoyed catching up with them when they came in. It was a fun job and one that had marked a new start of your life, so walking away from it broke your heart.
"Can I go back?" You asked.
"Probably not. You'll need to lay low."
"Right."
Unable to look at the bar any longer, you dropped your head and moved forward, rounding the corner of the building. It was only when Mingi came to a stop that you lifted your head.
He stood before the side of the Chili Peppers bar, staring at the multiple wanted posters depicting a sketch of his face that were plastered along the siding. Painted in harsh and aggressive black streaks across the posters was a giant Z. Mingi rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff.
"So freaking persistent." He muttered under his breath.
"What's that?" You inquired.
His tongue poked the inside of his cheek in agitation. "He's the one in control of everything going on in Strictland."
You pressed your lips together as a bitter taste invaded your mouth. "I see."
Mingi turned to look at your expression, seeing the discomfort that flashed across your features as unwanted memories more than likely invaded your mind. It was clear to him that you felt ill will against Z.
"We all hate him." Mingi spoke up, hoping to ease your mind a bit. "That's why my friends are here. To get rid of all these rules and laws. This world is... wrong."
"I used to live in Strictland." You spoke up after a moment of silence. "I had to watch my friends turn into emotionless zombies. The android guardians tried to get me, but I fled. That's how I ended up here in the outskirts of the city. I felt safe... until now."
Mingi frowned upon hearing your story. Z and his twisted way of thinking has ruined so many lives. Your story was just a reminder of why he and his friends constantly put themselves in the line of danger and why they needed to continue doing so.
They wouldn't stop until this world was saved.
Your feet dragged through the dirt that lined the streets of the city, your eyes cast downward to stare at your shoes as they kicked up tiny puffs of dust.
"So, where are you taking me?"
"My hideout."
"And where is that?"
"Rooftop of The Goat."
"Rooftops aren't very secretive."
Mingi chuckled softly. "No, but it's the perfect spot to keep watch. My friends and I split off into groups of two so it would be harder for us to be tracked down and possibly caught if the android guardians decide to infiltrate this temporary safe haven. I've been staying in this part of town for a while."
"I heard about a group of people displaying acts of rebellion against Strictland's government and they've never been caught. It seems like they slip away in the nick of time every single time." You paused for a moment. "That was you and your friends, wasn't it?"
Mingi gave a nod.
A short walk through the dusty streets led you to the building with the giant neon sign reading: The Goat shining brightly at the rooftop, the word entrance accompanying the name of the building. It was then that you realized there were no doors.
"Come on." Mingi beckoned, climbing up a set of rickety metal stairs that lined the side of dilapidated building.
With each step, the stairs rattled softly and you hoped they would stay together long enough for you to reach the top.
"Hongjoong." Mingi announced, using his knuckles to knock lightly on a metal pipe as the both of you emerged on the rooftop.
"Oh, Mingi. Hi." A man with vibrant blue hair and cowboy attire greeted while peering through a telescope.
"Any news?"
"Not at all." The man who you assumed was Hongjoong lowered the telescope and pushed it together into its compact form before setting it aside. When he finally turned to look at Mingi, his eyes landed on you.
"Who's this?"
"You know I told you I was going to Chili Peppers to take care of some business?"
"Yeah."
"Everyone sitting in that bar tonight was working for the government. Y/n was the bartender and the only one there with her emotions in tact. They were going to bring her in and brainwash her."
"The government has no jurisdiction here."
"They don't seem to care. You know Z is going to try and get his way no matter what."
"Great." Muttered Hongjoong. "Just what we needed."
Mingi removed his hat and let out a sigh, running his fingers through his short, choppily-cut pink hair.
"This is bad." He said to Hongjoong.
Meanwhile you were left to watch the tense exchange between the two, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. These two and their friends were the only people who could undo all of the damage Z has done to Strictland and here they are, visibly distraught.
"We still have the raid on Prestige." Hongjoong mentioned, making your ears perk up.
"Right." Mingi nodded. "That'll surely light a fire under Z. He won't see it coming."
Hongjoong peered into the distance, presumably where Prestige Academy sat.
"It's just a matter of time." He murmured.
"What's going on with Prestige?" You inquired, too curious to keep your mouth shut.
"We're going to sneak in and break everyone out of their trances. We've got an elaborate plan in place, we're just waiting to put it into motion." Mingi explained.
The government of Strictland was very powerful and this group of, you weren't sure how many people, are out here making big moves in order to save humanity. You commend them for their bravery but at the same time you wondered how someone could be so brave.
"I can't believe you guys do stuff like this."
"We have to. It's what we're here for." Mingi told you, his eyes holding a tsunami of emotions: commitment, determination, perhaps even a hint of fear.
"I'll leave you two alone." Hongjoong spoke up. "If you need me, I'll be downstairs."
With that, he stood up and entered a door that you assumed led to the inside of the building,  leaving the rooftop so you and Mingi could converse in private.
"Have a seat." The pink-haired male gestured to a raised platform resembling the front of a ship with two telescopes set up on it.
He stepped up on the platform, offering you a gloved hand to grab onto, which you did and allowed him to assist you onto the raised surface.
He set his hat aside and took a seat, his long legs hanging off the side of the platform. You followed suit and made yourself comfortable beside him, resting your arms on the metal bar of the railing that lined the ship-like structure.
"So, what's your story?" You asked, gently swinging your legs back and forth.
Mingi's captivating lips stuck out in though while his eyes focused on the buildings in the distance.
"I guess I should start from the beginning."
And so he did. From being brought here by the Cromer to taking the places of the masked men in fedoras and saving Strictland. You stayed silent the whole time and let him speak without interrupting. When he finally finished, a heavy and lengthy silence hung in the night air.
"So, you're not from this world." You said it like a statement.
"No."
"And you agreed to take the place of the men in fedoras just like that?"
"Yes. There's no way we can go back to our old world, especially knowing this one needs saving."
An overwhelming rush of admiration swelled in your chest, as did your respect for Mingi, if that was even possible.
"You and your friends are so brave."
He huffed out a light chuckle. "Yeah, I guess we are. It's weird. When we were told we would have to step up, we did. We did it without thinking."
"Do you ever get scared?"
"A lot. There have been times where I worry our plans won't work or one of my friends is about to get caught. I'm afraid one day, we won't be so lucky."
"If you need an extra person on your team, I'm willing to step up."
Mingi's brows raised, his sharp eyes becoming rounder in surprise.
"I'm not sure what I can do, but I'm willing to help however I can." You added.
"Are you sure?"
Yes, Mingi had just met you but he felt somewhat protective of you and there was a small part of him that couldn't see you get hurt or captured by the android guardians.
"Yes I'm sure." You were adamant in your decision. "I lost the only friends I had to that dictator. He stripped them of their emotions."
Mingi's eyes met yours, serious and searching for more confirmation even though he could see it clearly on your face—there was no changing your mind.
"We need all the help we can get, but it won't be easy." He told you.
"Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. I'm up for whatever Strictland has to throw at me."
"Very well."
About that time, Hongjoong emerged onto the rooftop with a large sheet of rolled up paper in his hand that you presumed was a blueprint.
"Joong, we've got a new recruit." Mingi informed him.
"Is that so?"
You nodded in confirmation.
"What do you say we fill her in on the plans to invade Prestige?"
"I'm way ahead of you." Hongjoong wiggled the blueprint in his hand, bringing it over to spread it along the ground, revealing a grand plan. "Let's begin."
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