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strawbeebo · 3 years

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~♡ Winter Warmth ♡~

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2.1K

Genre: Fluff

“You didn’t bring a scarf. Or a hat. Or anything.”

Your current ‘mission’ partner’s characteristically irritated tone broke you out of your current daze as you shifted your eyes towards him as the two of you walked side by side, close enough that it was clear the two of you were at least friends, but not so close that things were…weird.

“Oh, no..” You hummed, a puff of steam escaping with your words and just as soon evaporating into the cold winter air. “To be honest I didn’t think it would be this cold. Oh- but it’s not that bad, no worries.”

He looked at you for a second before shrugging and facing forward once again, the previous silence between the two of you settling back in as your eyes drifted back to your right where rows and rows of shop windows twinkled with Christmas lights and other inviting decorations.

See, the so called ‘mission’ the two of you had been sent on wasn’t really a mission at all, it was more like an errand to satisfy everyone back at school’s ‘urgent’ need for a variety of coffees, hot chocolate’s, and tea lattes, which didn’t sound like much, however your oh so gracious sensei insisted you go to this very specific cafe that was about a half an hour walk away instead of the one that was barely a ten minute walk away. Fushiguro seemed particularly annoyed with that, but then again, when wasn’t he annoyed by one thing or another.

The only thing was that you assumed he was bothered because Gojō had made yet another needlessly difficult request of him, however while he was annoyed with Gojō , that wasn’t exactly the reason why. The reason he was particularly peeved was because his teacher said the two of you just haaad to go together. “It’s safer that way.” , he said “Treat it like a mission!”, he said.

Bullshit.

Gojō was testing him on something even he didn’t want to think about, let alone admit to. Fushiguro told him one thing, ONE THING about you, just an off handed comment on how much you had improved using your cursed technique in such a short amount of time, and that’s all it took for Gojō to give him that fucking look. At least, Fushiguro thought it was only one thing, but the more Gojō started making little comments about the two of them, about how he thinks they’d be sooo cute together, he realized that maybe he had been unconsciously talking about you more than he thought. That was true too, but he wasn’t one for much talk and the little that he did say wasn’t enough to tip Gojō or anyone else off about his apparent interest in you. As it turns out, the phrase ‘actions speak louder than words’ is true, and that’s especially so for someone as observant as Gojō is.

He saw all the little things that most people probably didn’t have a second thought about, but he had known Megumi for a long time now so to him, his actions were clear as day. The little touches on your shoulder to gently move you out of the way, the way he would tend to gravitate towards you whenever all of you first years were on missions together, how distracted he’d be if you had a bit of a hard time fighting off a curse. Gojō could go on and on about the tiny ways Megumi treated you better, with more care, than anyone else, but he chose not to pester him too aggressively. He knew if he did that, Megumi would shut him down just as aggressively and dig deeper into the denial about his feelings for you. So instead, Gojō pushed him in little ways, like teaming you two together for training practices and in this case, sending you out together to get drinks.

Megumi knew that of course, that Gojō was messing with him, but man was it hard to say no when your face lit up and you exclaimed that you could actually go for a hot chocolate. So now here you were, walking side by side in silence that was currently doing nothing but make him overthink. Should he say something? Would that be weird? Or were you off put by the fact that he wasn’t saying anything? All the while he had that usual grumpy look on his face that was really just one of concentration, but you didn’t take it to heart regardless. You had known him long enough now to know that even when he did look upset, he kind of just had a resting grumpy face and it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Still, you would admit that you were feeling a bit awkward.

You liked Fushiguro, maybe a tad bit more than what you admitted to your other friends, but while the two of you were friendly and worked just fine together, you had never really spent time alone with one another outside of school, and as you walked through the slightly crowded sidewalks you realized you didn’t really know how he felt about you. Sure you were associates and classmates, but did he see you in that way? Did he only tolerate you? Or maybe he was just indifferent, not thinking of you as much more or much less than someone he worked along side. Even though you didn’t have any answers to said questions, you couldn’t say you were nervous to be out with him. In fact it was kind of nice, even if you weren’t talking much, and you were okay with settling and just internally gushing about it to yourself. So you kept to yourself with a slight smile on your face, stopping for a second here or there when something in one of the shop windows caught your eye or to press your cold hands to your mouth and blow warm air onto them.

You had said you were fine, but the temperature seemed to keep dropping, and when you felt a small damp prickle of iciness on your nose you realized why. That one snowflake slowly turned to many as snow began to fall steadily from the sky, catching on your hair and jacket but melting as soon as it came in contact with your cheeks.

“Pfft, no wonder it’s gotten so cold. I seriously thought we weren’t going to get any snow until later on in the season, right?” You asked, turning to him with a laugh as you rubbed your arms as if that would do much to help through your coat.

“Guess not.”, he said with another shrug. “Doesn’t look like it’ll stick though, we should be fine.”

He peered out of the corner of his eye at you, watching as you shoved your hands into your pockets and gave him a nod before looking up as you walked to watch the snow fall in a childlike awe. Something ticked in him, another one of those little irritating itches that he would get whenever you would do something like that. Something so simple, yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away. That, and the irrational part of him that was currently screaming at him to do something stupid, an internal voice that was getting louder and louder with every fall of a snowflake and shiver of your shoulders until finally he just had to give in.

He let out an annoyed huff, not at you but at the fact that he felt so stupid and absurdly flustered as he unwrapped his scarf and took his gloves off, temporarily shoving them into one pocket as he stopped to lean over and wrap his scarf snuggly around your neck instead. You jumped a little in surprise as you tore your eyes from the sky and gave him a quizzical look, but before you could say anything a pair of gloves that were a little too big for you were shoved into your hands as well.

“Oh, thank you but I’m really-“

“It’s fine.” He cut you off, but not in a mean way. You noticed the hint of pink on his cheeks, but surely that was due to the cold, right? He sighed again in an attempt to make himself feel a little less tense as he continued on in a more relaxed tone. “Seriously, I was getting too warm anyways.”

Now you really couldn’t help but smile as you gave him a small nod before slipping on both gloves. They were too big just like you thought, but warm, and the fuzziness bristling in your stomach seemed to help warm you up as well. You absent mindedly tugged his scarf a little closer around you as the the two of you began to walk again, and your own cheeks began to heat up a bit as you inhaled his scent. Though you couldn’t really pinpoint what it was, it was like a little not-so-gentle reminder that he really did just give you his scarf and gloves to wear. You tried not to let it get to you, he was just being nice and he said he was too warm anyways, but you still had to bite your inner cheek to keep yourself from smiling too wildly and risk him thinking you’re a total creep.

“Thanks Megumi, I appreciate it.”

Oh god no.

He thought he had steeled himself but that caused him to stop in his tracks, only for a moment or two, before his body went into self preservation mode and moved on its own, but the way his heart skipped a beat in response to something as dumb as you calling him by his first name for the first time was everything but calm and collected. Still, as much as he tried to keep even an ounce of what he was really feeling from showing on his features, it only took that little halt in his step for you to realize what you just said.

“Oh, shit- I’m sorry. That’s probably kind of weird for me to call you.”

“It’s fine.” He repeated the same words he had said only a few minutes ago, only this time he didn’t sound nearly as confident. Whatever was going on in his chest was not, in fact, fine, but what was he supposed to say? ‘You treating me like I’m a close friend seriously fucks with my doubts of having a thing for you’? For heaven’s sake he could take out a literal murderous demon in the blink of an eye but god forbid he try to keep his normally cool composure in front of who he now had to admit was his crush.

“If it really isn’t fine you don’t have to act like it is.” You laughed out awkwardly, still having trouble trying to read his features.

He hated seeing that bit of doubt and worry in your eyes, enough so that he shoved what he was feeling down even if it was just long enough for him to give some reassurance that you referring to him so casually was actually more than just ‘fine’.

“I’m not ‘acting’. If it really bothered me I would say something about it. Trust me, I’ve gotten good at telling people off…” He grumbled, his mood slightly souring at the mere thought of what Gojō would do if he could see him now, with color tinting his cheeks and his brain scrambling for the right words to say which, judging by the short laugh you gave that was simply music to his ears, he had successfully done.

“True, true. Guess I’ll just have to stay on your good side then, yeah? Dunno if I could take it if you were actually mad at me.”

He scoffed and muttered in response as he trudged ahead of you.

“As if you would ever be on my bad side…”

“Hm?”

“I said ‘can we hurry up before it gets worse outside’. If we take much longer Gojō is going to start blowing up my phone.”

You laughed and then smiled in a way that you could only imagine looked incredibly goofy as you stared at his back while he continued walking ahead of you, maybe just a tiny bit giddy that he was ok with you being a little more personal and less formal with him. Surely that meant the two of you were friends, right? Or maybe he could think of you as something more some day…

“Are you coming with?”

“Yeah, yeah!” You exclaimed, shaking your head and leaving those thoughts for another time in order to allow yourself to enjoy this moment as it was, warmed in the face of the winter chill by a cozy set of winter clothes and a fuzzy feeling in your heart.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader

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shiteatinggrin · 4 years

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Hi, so this is my contribution to my first jilytober, I wrote some canon fic, it is kinda sad so I guess you could call this angst? I don’t know, I’m not that good at categorizing fic. Anyways, here is a love letter to James Potter from Lily Evans because he just died under her eyes. Wrote this fast, so I can’t vouch for the quality of this. This is almost 3k of Lily being a sap, so enjoy! Find it here on Ao3.

Bastard with a shit eating grin

Do you remember our first kiss? I can still feel the cold air of winter seeping through the walls of Greenhouse Number Three and you and I laughing together. It was not an unusual thing anymore, but some people could have been surprised, because we had had some big feuds over the years, the Dormitories Dashing and Destroying Disagreement, the Inflating Inner Ear Incident, the Flying Fiona Fight and the Severus Snape Saga consisting of the big highlights. However frustrating it was, we always had fun together, didn’t we?

Now we were falling in love dutifully without realising we had always been meant for each other in some way. I was all colors: glorious red hair, pink cheeks, pale green eyes and horrendously yellow socks. You were all teeth: shining smiles, arrogant smirking, belly-laughing in a silent room or grinding them in concentration for the task you were committing to (hyper-focusing on) at the moment.

‘Oi, Evans, can I copy your homework?’ You would say that practically every day.

‘How about a please, Potter? Might do you some good.’ You watched me smear some soil on my neck when I scratched it and said nothing. I discovered it in Transfiguration two hours later. Crazy how we can only remember the smallest details years later and the big things just go right over our heads. I could only ever remember the small details with you, because whatever we said to each other was never important, only the talking to you part was.

‘Oh Lily, dearest flower to my heart that I worship beyond any rainbow, might I please please please see your diligently done homework so that I can rewrite it because, being the idiot that I am, I was off gallivanting with Sirius yesterday instead of being a good student.’ You added pouts and made doe eyes for good measure as if I wouldn’t already have grabbed the moon from the sky’s grubby hands every night if you had asked it.

I would stifle a smile and put some piece of parchment in your extended hand without even looking, sometimes it was the homework if I was feeling generous, if I were more in a creative mood I might give you a stupid doodle or some kind of letter that would say something like: ‘Dear Prongs, you are an asshat. Looking forward to our rounds tonight so I can kick your ass in Gobstones. Now listen to Sprout, will you? Lily’ with a stupid heart over the i that basically meant PS: I love you. Finally, I’d say something like:

‘I would have laughed, but your head might inflate so much you’d have neck pain for a week.’

You let yourself smile then and continued to jest me, hoping to wrench a smile out of the beast (you always did it literally two minutes later, it is funny how easy it is to win when you give yourself such small tasks).

But that day, amazingly, we broke out of our routine.

At night we would always hang out together in the common room with our friends and slowly the people would fizzle out, having gone up to their dormitories and I would stay on the couch with the urge to kiss you with some dumb excuse not to leave on the tip of my tongue. I painted my nails or read some book or talked to you extensively about something I’d learned recently and you would listen with concentrated eyes and a much too easy smile.

Then you would start talking and when you started some story it would never finish, even now you can’t even recall something as simple as Harry’s first smile without going on for five full minutes without stopping. In these nights I would try to look like I wasn’t paying too much attention to you, like I was detached from everything pertaining to your person, but being young and in love doesn’t exactly give you the best skills in subtlety and so you would ask me if I was paying attention and I would blush and you would make some quip about redheads and their skins and everything would go back to normal.

And out of the blue, when I was talking about getting some sugar quills next time we were in Hogsmeade and how difficult the Ancient Runes paper was, you kissed me. Your hands flew to my hair and mine to cup your face and you pressed your body hard against mine. I’d never seen you so hungry for anything before, it seemed like you had been starving for a thousand years before our lips found each other. I had kissed three boys before you, and none of them could compare to the feeling of ecstasy of your mouth against mine. No one will ever compare to James Potter, right? That’s what you used to say in fourth year when you made a particular lucky goal in Quidditch or when you caught the Snitch in mid-air even though you were a Chaser and we were in Potions classf. Is it weird that I miss that?

I don’t think there ever was a time when I didn’t love you, all electric hair and much too quick brain and hundred stupid nicknames that didn’t mean anything unless you explained them in excruciating detail and you would smile too much and talk too loud and walk too fast and I wouldn’t feel so out of place with you because I did the exact same things. Petunia was always prim and proper and I always tried to be like her and please everyone but you taught me how to be myself and how to blossom into my personality without even knowing it. With you I’ve never been too much, I was always just enough.

Everything always came so easy to you, and I’ve always hated you for it. Now I think that I can’t appreciate enough how you could always share that with everyone around you, that incredible luck that could get you out of the worst of predicaments. I guess it all caught up to us today, but I don’t mind now. I’ll love you forever, come what may.

My heart is full of wanted posters of you: dead or alive.

I can’t remember the first time I’ve really noticed you, because you were always in the periphery, doing stupid things and getting in trouble and beaming for no reason at all and the memory of your presence was impossible to shake, but I still remember the first time we really became friends. We were fifteen by the lake and my best friend betrayed me under the glistening sun, the following day I had the worst grade in Transfiguration I’d ever gotten. You found me crying by a window on the fifth floor and apologized a hundred times (which I couldn’t have cared less at the moment), but you still went and talked to McGonagall and she agreed to let me retake the test in the afternoon and offered me a biscuit.

In seventh year, a girl told me that she was so jealous of the fact that I was the only one that could make James Potter change and mature. As if your life revolved around me. I thought of your sick father and the fact that Sirius had appeared on your front door one day and never left your house and with a twinge in my heart thought of the war coming and I couldn’t believe my ears. With all this going on, and she still thought you’d only change for a girl?

I’m not proud of this, but I might have shouted at her and maybe, perhaps I was the one that sent a silencing charm her way, but who could really tell? Not her, because her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.

I wonder if I ever told you that. Probably, because you know everything interesting there is to know about me. You even know the most boring facts about me, because they amuse you just the same. You know I like peonies the best in spite of my name and that my first kiss was with Snape when I was eight, you know that I wiped my mouth right after and didn’t know yet what love was. You know that my favourite band is Hate Potion and that my guilty pleasure is Celestina Warbeck. You know that I wanted to name our son Harry because of a muggle TV show I used to watch with Petunia when I was seven on Saturday mornings and that when I fight my favorite charm is Expelliarmus. You were at my side when I killed my first (and last) Death Eater and that I cried for a week afterward. You comforted me for five hours when Marlene and her entire family were massacred in their own home, the same one where I had spent a good chunk of my summers to avoid Petunia. You know that I only ever paint my toenails blue and that my favorite flavour of ice cream is mint chocolate chip. You know all about my relationship with my sister and how she used to be my best friend and that we used to dance in bathing suits around the sprinkler and fake being witches to make potions out of mud and flowers and how she never forgave when this dream became true for me but not for her. You know all about my failed relationships, with Tuney, Sev and my ex-boyfriend who left me because he didn’t want to be associated with a muggleborn. You know I’m absolute shite at drawing and that I can’t dance to save my life and you laugh at me when I’m drunk and try to follow Peter’s choreography to some dumb song I don’t know. Last year, you helped paint flowers all over my bookcase because I wanted it to be unique and just mine.

When Harry was born, you refused to sleep for two days because he was so cute when he slept against your chest, but you finally fell asleep while cutting onions for dinner and I had to intervene.

One of my favourite things about you is that I have never seen anyone so full of life. You smile like nothing has ever gone wrong in your entire life and you are more loyal than any Hufflepuff I’ve ever seen, you would die for any of us in a heartbeat and we would do the same for you anytime. My love for you is so big I wonder how it even fits in our little house in Godric’s Hollow. You painted our walls burnt orange because you said it reminded you of my hair and I wonder if it is weird to fall in love with you even more over some colour choices. You complete me because as much as you are a complete idiot, you still recommend the best books and are smart enough to plan the best pranks, but too smug to make anyone else take the blame. You had always been my favourite person in the whole universe until Harry arrived, but he is so much like you that it is like meeting you at a much earlier age. He has the same laugh as you, you know?

I cannot believe how brave you are, because traditional courage requires you to go into battle and protect everyone you love like a lioness does her cubs, but you have found the energy to keep going even trapped in this house with an infant without being able to help your friends outside. You go everyday against your most basic instincts and you manage to have so much fun with us, but I see the tired bags under your eyes and the fact that you lose your train of thoughts sometimes and I know that you’re thinking about the war and the security of the boys, I know they are your family and it would kill you if one of them ever fell into battle, yet you never complain, yet you never lose hope. I love you so much my feeble heart can’t contain it all. My love for you is as inevitable as the blue of the sky, as the oxygen in our lungs, as the passage of time, I love you so much that when I see you it is like coming home, your wild hair and round glasses and mischievous eyes and soft voice and much too long limbs and wide chest and calloused hands and smile like an answer to all my problems.

No one has ever made me feel as secure as you and now I know I have to be strong for you, because you are the one that’s fallen, like a marionnette whose strings were cut. The coffee stain on the right arm of your shirt is the last thing I will see of you, or maybe it is a bit of your wild inky hair. I will never be able to look at the night sky the same.

I can hear him in the stairs, and all I can think about is you and Harry this morning, my two favourite people in the world, sat on the carpet and puffs of colour coming out of your wand, your laugh coming out of his mouth, one single tooth poking out, little chubby legs shaking from laughter, the wand you stupidly left on the carpet (the wand you didn’t care wasn’t in your hands because you didn’t care if you died, you just wanted us to live). Your last gift to me was the most precious of all: you gave me the time to say goodbye to Harry.

‘Mama loves you. Dada loves you, Harry.’ That is the only thing I find to say, because it is true and my heart is breaking, I can hear it thundering, collapsing like a dying star, you are dead, I will die, Harry has to live. I cannot withstand the thought.

I have never loved anyone better than the two of you. Apparently I never will, but at least I have known real love, the one that comes from daily life, that never dies because it is kept alive by stupid little things that make us who we are. Crazy how we only remember the little things and the big ones just go right over our heads.

I will remember the smallest things about you, like the little scar in your left eyebrow, the weird placement of your thumb on your wand, the feel of your skin against mine and the way it tanned in the summer while mine just became redder and redder, the sound of your laugh when Sirius said something funny and the way you always pushed your glasses up your nose with your middle finger, the way you sit in any chair like it’s a throne, the way you answered questions in class without raising your hand, the way you held a book open when you were reading it, your last day where you wanted to make pasta and I wanted steak, the way you would mess with your hair not because you thought it would make you look like you just stepped off your broom, but because you were nervous or restless. On your good days it would stand flatter on your head and I had to pass my hand through it because otherwise it just didn’t feel like you. You laughed too much when Sirius decided to read Crime and Punishment to Harry as a bedtime story and your son wouldn’t go to sleep. You would tell him stories of your childhood disguised as muggle magical adventures and I became a knight, Sirius a prince and Snape a dragon. You would call my cat Fiona the ginger cat, as if Fiona wasn’t enough and she needed an extra title. I guess she was royalty after all. You always tried to make me believe that she loved you more than me, even though I’d had her since I was eleven and you once made her fly across the common room just to annoy me.

Do you remember this morning? The last time you ever kissed me? You made me eggs and tea for breakfast and sang some Beatle song for me in the most off-key voice. You stole the bacon from my plate, laughing from across the dinner table. I was so happy because you were in a good mood today, you didn’t seem to feel so trapped and it was Halloween and you were trying to convince me to dress Harry up as a muggle magician, which I thought was the worst joke you’d ever made. You kissed me on the mouth and we settled on a pumpkin costume. Your lips tasted of stolen bacon and orange juice (you’ve never been much of a morning tea person).

I have never loved anyone better, and apparently I never will.

The house is so silent now that you are gone. All I can hear are my own ragged breaths. Harry seems to think this is some kind of game. He is all that we have left now. All that will ever be left of us. To love is to create, right? We have created the most beautiful person in the world, it should be the only thing that counts.

I love you. I could try to make this poetic, the love thing, but I think the most poetic way it can be is on its own. I don’t know any words more powerful than I love you. I love you and you are dead. I love you and I will die soon. I love our son and he will live. Life is as simple as that. I love you and soon we’ll be together again. Miss you already.

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whylie · 3 years

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BYE GUYS 🏃‍♂️💨 HI LADIES 👋😫 MWWWAHH 💋💋

hello <3 i’m cc, twenty1 from cst + my pronouns are she / her! i’m super super excited for this i actually have no thoughts ever and i can’t spell ever, either, but i’m enthusiastic about nari and about varieta and i am excited 2 be here. alright. love u guys.

MUSE H - ( kim yerim, cis woman, she/her ) nari chae has lived in naples, italy for eleven months. they’re currently twenty two years old and a housekeeper for vista laterale bnb. people tend to associate them with the ache of heartbreak without really knowing what it is, floating face down in the deep end of the pool to see who’d care, yellow fingernails on particularly sticky fingers + a perfect image to present to the world because you don’t even know who you are anymore.

﹟ ⠀ influences﹕

carl gallagher, shameless.

karen smith, mean girls.

margot, legally blonde.

haley marshall, modern family.

﹟ ⠀ basic stats﹕

birth name: chae nari

nickname(s) / alias(es): nana + ri / lee

preferred name: nari

age + dob: twenty two + aug, third

hometown: undetermined, once said manhattan once said chicago?

occupation: housekeeper + pickpocket + full time dumb bitch

ethnicity: korean

nationality: american

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she + her

orientation: demi sexual + demi romantic

faceclaim: kim yerim

﹟ ⠀ intraperson﹕

( + ) positives: charismatic, perceptive, intrepid,

( - ) negatives: thoughtless, impetuous, equivocal,

labels: the icarian, the bubble brain,

natal chart: leo sun, libra moon, libra rising

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

hogwarts house: ravenclaw ( i know... )

languages spoken: english + korean + italian + conversational french but in a bad way

exterior: just... clueless in the way that you can tell that she’s experiencing thoughts but refuses to acknowledge them. always sort of thinking of the most reckless thing to do and/or the most mundane, first grade-esque question in the world. can come off as both superficial and egoistic, because she is – just doesn’t care enough about people other than herself. allows herself to be a bimbo because old men love it and she’s excited to marry rich ( but also will never give a man the time of day ).

interior: theoretically, brainy, but in practice? technically yes because there’s a plan for everything, but these days kind of just stares off into space like she’s a widow ( because as far as she’s concerned, she is ). kind of conniving because there’s a reason she does everything, but nobody at the bnb is worth conning so she just barely does her job and watches bad things happen at the bnb without helping out <3

﹟ ⠀ dossier﹕ trigger warnings

the circumstances that nari is born into is :/ unfortunate. she is the youngest of five kids and kind of just hangs around while her family remains dirt poor and her parents try ( in theory ) to give their children good lives. but, while nari’s siblings are working hard and getting themselves on the right path, she’s busy sitting in the kiddie pool at the local park with pink sunglasses on, dreaming of a lazy life because – she’s lazy. her eldest sister dreams of becoming a politician, her brothers want to become businessmen and nari wants to be a trophy wife ... so.

anyway, her parents sort of turn a blind eye the first time she brings a wallet home and says “oopsies!”, meaning they don’t outright discipline her for being a thief. too bad, so sad – she gets caught once when she’s younger and that’s when she learns that her crying can get her out of anything. not only is she a notoriously beautiful crier, she can also be super loud and obnoxious about it and a screaming nari just :/ isn’t the way to go, so she learns all the skills she needs to learn when she’s growing up.

but, she gets caught again when she’s fourteen and her parents suddenly grow a conscience and send her to live with her scatter-brained aunt. aunt sissy isn’t even related to either of her parents, but she’s a family friend of a family friend and somehow nari ends up in a stupid rv with a great dane and a woman older than both of her parents. her outlook on life doesn’t really change, since from ages fourteen to sixteen, she watches aunt sissy finesse her way into fancy dinners and onto yachts.

anyway, when nari runs away at sixteen, she spends an entire year with a rich family in the hamptons because she pretends to be a stranded heiress from south korea :/ don’t know how it worked honestly, but it did and she’s better for it. she leaves at seventeen to live in nyc, somehow wrangles her way into a terrible apartment when she’s eighteen after spending a year sofa surfing. started a job as a housekeeper in a high end hotel and stayed there for ... a bit.

definitely was a little bit of a rat in nyc, pickpocketing and stealing for fun and for necessity. when she turned twenty one, was promoted to a concierge which she only really worked for a couple of months ( literally one month tbh ) before she surprised her s/o with a trip to italy because <3 romance <3 and then got to italy and was like “we should break up” so.

now she’s here, cried her way into the bnb and into a job, sorry to nico n nolan because she’s a nightmare. she’s still flat broke but pretends like she isn’t out of spite to muse i and refuses to leave because nari’s never lost a break up and she’s just too sexy to lose now ( her words, not mine )

﹟ ⠀ headcanons﹕

so, here’s the thing: nari has always been poor. her parents aren’t bad people, they’re just unfortunate and all nari could do as a child was learn how to pickpocket ( among other things ). unfortunately for the entire world, nari is really, really good at it. she’s good at pickpocketing and stealing and lying and crying on cue; she’s just all too good at playing the damsel in distress to lie and cheat her way through life – and since no charge has ever really, well, stuck, she hasn’t stopped.

genuinely, actually really smart but has never actually used her brain cell for anything other than crime – because, why bother? bottom of the barrel, she really never thought that she had a chance at getting into a good school anyway without burying herself in debt, so has spent her life just trying to build an underground syndicate while being way too self centered to ever have anything kick off; she’s literally so, so, stupid despite having a photographic memory and a surprisingly high iq. would rather be a dumb hot girl than a smart hot girl for some reason?

doesn’t really have anything to go back to outside of italy, honestly. had an okay-ish life in new york city, but the bills would barely be paid and there’s only so much that pickpocketing + stealing can do for a girl. she did used to have a job as a concierge at a high class hotel, but rich people treat poor people terribly and there were rumors that she had been stealing from guests; which, how scandalous, she would absolutely never! “i can’t even get the keys to work on the first try?”

﹟ ⠀ wanted connections﹕

everything plus angst and fluff and crack and spiderman memes <3

﹟ ⠀ conclusion﹕

i will be reaching out to plot soon just give me a second to find my brain.

#varietaintro #i'm brainless #this is long so i think it should be skipped

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 3 years

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Hello there ~ Congrats on 100! 🎉💕 I'm so happy for you!! I was wondering if I could request a match up for Ikevamp. I'm fairly new to Tumblr and this is my first match up request so I'm a bit nervous since you are literally the first person I will have interacted with on here 😅 but I love your writing! If you are busy or have a lot of requests or anything please don't worry about it or overwork yourself! It's a lot of work and I totally understand!! Also edit, I'm really sorry in advance. This was way longer than I intended.

I am a bi female. I am an Aries but I am close to the cusp (April 18th). I don't typically associate myself with most Aries traits outwardly though since I am really shy and reserved, but internally I can see it as I am competitive with myself and a major perfectionist. But I'm low-key chaotic as can be like I'd identify myself as chaotic good since I'm just a mess with good intentions 😂 I am an INFP-T personality (which is scary accurate to me) if that helps any!

I am very short, only 5' tall and I am slim with overall small/petite features and frame. I have medium/dark, warmer toned brown eyes and auburn wavy/loose curly hair. I am very pale but have a lot of small freckles on my face and body. I've been told I look a lot younger than my age I think since I have a round face and am overall a small person. I'm very friendly and smile a ton but I am shy. I get big "eye smiles" whenever I smile and tend to blush a lot cause nerves. I've been told I tend to smile a lot and because I'm a shy, vv awkward person, my go to whenever I meet up with literally anyone is to smile out of nervous habit so people tend to think I'm overly friendly or approach me but in reality I'm a nervous boi.

I study landscape architecture and wildlife biology in college rn so I really love art and nature! I want to do habitat restoration after college. I especially am interested in plants and often go hiking and identify plants as well as do botanical drawings.

I am interested in both math and science as well as art. I enjoy watercolor painting as well and I am interested in illustrating children's books if landscape architecture doesn't pan out 😅

Besides that I have an obsession with extreme love for cats. I'm not ashamed to say my cat is my best friend, she is perfection 😂 I love anything living though thats not a person. Plant, animal, insect, they're all so wonderful to me and I tend to feel more comfortable around animals and nature than people.

My favorite color is a pale pink, I really love light, cutesy things. But my personal style is very retro academia. I wear a lot of clothes from the 60's and 70's or inspired by then. I really like fashion and fashion history.

My favorite food is spaghetti with just cheese. I may be an adult but oh well,, some plain ol spaghetti just hits the spot every time. I love baking and cooking though and have a sweet tooth. I used to decorate cakes in high school and I enjoy creating my own recipes and desserts.

I like to daydream, play video games, drink tea, sketch, read, and listen to music as well. I also spend a ton of time outdoors enjoying nature. I love trivial and fun facts. I want to gain as much knowledge as I can about the world.

I don't like things that are too loud I suppose. I'm a pretty easy going person but I am very nervous in crowds or places that are too loud. I'm also afraid of storms and I'm not fond of extremely dark places either. I don't like failing/faltering or embarrassing myself, especially in academics. I am extremely nervous talking to large groups or meeting new people as well, I prefer small, more personal interactions. While I enjoy talking to people it's just really hard so I don't usually unless they reach out to me first. I also hate conflict and drama (unless I'm not involved, then bring the popcorn). But any conflict is a big oof for me.

In a relationship, I really like surprise hugs and signs of affection. Sudden surprises create a sense of excitement which I really like to have. I like the idea of a relationship feeling new, passionate, and exciting, despite being together for awhile. I don't like gifts necessarily since I feel uncomfortable receiving things, I prefer sharing special memories. I'm not huge on PDA, I feel uncomfortable if someone is too clingy around others, especially my family or someone I know since my family is pretty conservative. But if we are alone, I love tons of affection and little acts of love. Hugs from behind, a small brush of our hands, holding pinkies, light kisses, and lots of smiles just make me melt, ugh tiny gestures are so cute. Communication is very important to me but not my strong suit, I tend to shy away from issues and trip over words I don't mean, but body language is very important and I think can be better for me and for my partner to understand.

I would like to be able to enjoy a comfortable silence with someone while we both read or do something while holding hands or just touching in some subtle way. I would love to be able to escape my perfectionist front that I have around others when I'm with my partner and be able to make really silly, dumb jokes and have lots of laughs. I love the idea of joking around while loosely holding each other. I present myself very seriously but I'm a big goof and rather dorky and like to have fun but romantic interactions.

Also it would be a plus if they love or at least tolerate kitty cuddles with me and my cat. My cat is such a baby, she's constantly in my lap or following me around so we are a package deal basically 😂

I'm sorry this is so long, and I hope it is enough for you as well!! Thank you so much for opening up match ups too! If you need anything else let me know! Take care of yourself and congrats!! 💕

It’s perfection don’t worry. Thank you so much for sending the request. I hope you are taking care of yourself too and everything is good.

Anyway I matched you with.....................

............Isaac

HA BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!

oh you did?

ok I’ll stop

Isaac is a very curious person much like yourself

he loves discovering and learning new things

and that is the first thing Isaac noticed about you to be honest

sure he saw you and was like Damn she gorgeous but that was about it

however when he discovered that you are also a curious but little nervous bean he started opening up to you

neither of you like crowds and loud people who disrupt your concentration, so usually you spend your time in the library

sitting together in silence and reading

loves that your cute and blushy

even tho he’s exactly the same

as you got closer he started noticing more and more things about you

how your eyes would lit up when you passed certain plants in the garden

how you would hum to yourself and dance around thee kitchen a little when you thought nobody was looking

he loved everything about you from your adorably freckles to your reserved yet charming personality

it too him a long time to confess to you

a long time and a lot of pep talks from Leo

in the end he forgot everything Leo said and confessed to you in his own way

after that oh boy

you are the definition of inseparable

he’s new to this so you have to give him a little time to get used to it

after he’s comfortable he’s very affectionate

more in private but still

will give you surprised hugs all the time

whether it’s that he walks up behind you and hugs you while turning apple red God if Isaac was here he’d kill me for that pun or him walking and scooping you up and plopping you in his lap in the library as you both get into some book

totally gets that you don’t like going to very crowded places

BOOM your wish is my command Isaac will almost always take you to fields of beautiful flowers so you can hang out, goof around, have a picnic and the stargaze

Isaac will pull you close or just hold your hand while explaining a few things about the constellation, after you will just enjoy the silence as you bask in each others company, while gazing up at the starry sky

he holds you pinky

finds it super cute and usually blushes harder than you even though he initiated it

holding your pinky is a personal thing for him

he finds it reassuring

you’ll just be walking and all of a sudden Isaac intertwines your pinkies

he’s anxiety on legs and holding your pinky is his way to tell you that in that moment he’s scared, anxious or just extremely nervous

you usually hug him and kiss his cheek

holding your pinky can also be that he loves you and hopes he’ll be with you forever

it depends on the situation, but he likes telling you he loves you like this

he has a surprisingly good sense of humour and likes to goof around with you

loves your cat

he wasn’t much on a cat person before, but your cat likes o play with Harry and he thinks that’s really cute

all in all you guys have a really good relationship

Ok now i have to pour some water on my head

CUTENESS OVER LOAD

Lia .exe has stopped working

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you are well! Once again thank you @uwu-catlin for the request and the compliment. Love you 3000!

#Ikemen Vampire #cybird ikemen #ikevamp+matchups #ikemen vampire match up #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire isaac x reader

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1112: Carnival Magic

Those of us who have heard of Al Adamson tend to associate him with movies like Psycho-A-Go-Go and Blood of Dracula’s Castle, so it’s weird to see him trying to make a family-friendly talking animal movie. He fails at it, of course, but I don’t think that’s got anything to do with the genre. Al Adamson just wasn’t any good at making movies.

Markov the Magnificent is a carnival magician who can talk to animals. You’d think he’d use that in his act but instead he mostly just annoys the other performers until they insist he be fired. This leads to the secret coming out… but it’s not Markov’s powers that are revealed, it’s those of his buddy Alex the Chimp, an animal who can talk to people. With Alex on stage, and Markov finally using some of his mind-reading and spoon-bending abilities, the carnival is suddenly the biggest thing in town. Unfortunately, some of the attention they attract is the wrong kind, like that of a scientist who would like nothing better than to dissect a live chimpanzee, I guess just because it’s the evilest possible thing to do.

Out of curiosity, have any of you ever seen a chimpanzee in a zoo? If so, you may have been surprised that it didn't look like the ones you see in movies. Movie chimps are skinny and pink, while zoo chimps are dark grey and look like they could tie you in a knot with one hand while lifting a small car with the other. Why is that? Because every chimp you've ever seen in a movie, tv show, commercial, or circus is less than about seven years old. When chimps reach puberty they not only become much bigger and stronger, they quickly realize that humans are smaller and weaker, and it gets very difficult to convince them to wear cute costumes anymore.

A movie about saving a talking animal from evil scientists so he can pursue a career in show business sounds like it ought to be fun, I guess. It would probably work better as a cartoon, where we could be confident that no real animals were abused in the making of it. Even so, most of what actually happens in Carnival Magic is just kind of dull and depressing. Occasionally you do get an attempt at something ‘zany’, but it never quite lives up to the kind of antics a description of the plot would lead you to expect. When Alex decides to steal a car and go for a joyride, for example, that sounds like it ought to be funny, but it somehow just never works. The music is an oddly un-fitting banjo piece and the screaming girl in the back seat reminds us constantly how dangerous this would be in real life.

(If you’ve ever tried to look up this movie on Wikipedia, by the way, you will have doubtless discovered that Carnival Cruise Lines owns a ship called the Carnival Magic. Should I ever find myself on board, I believe I will decline any offer to dine with the captain.)

When Alex is not getting up to supposedly hilarious hijinks, the movie has two modes. One is pastel people wandering around the carnival apparently having fun, and the other is the various characters telling us about their traumatic backstories. Markov’s pregnant wife died in a car wreck, leaving him with nothing but a talking ape and a broken heart. Stoney the carnival owner forces his daughter to dress and behave like a boy so she won’t remind him of the wife who left him. The carnival publicist ran away from home to escape a controlling and abusive father, and so on.

Of course you can make movies about this stuff. People make some very good movies about this stuff. Most of those movies, however, do not include scenes of chimpanzees wearing bras on their heads. Seeing this kind of material in Carnival Magic makes it feel like we just tuned in to that hilarious sitcom our friends have been urging us to watch, only to catch the Very Special Episode in which one of the characters did drugs or had cancer and then it was never mentioned again.

I think the ending is supposed to be about the entire carnival coming together to save Alex from the evil scientist, but we haven’t seen any sign that Alex has unified them. The people around Markov are already his friends and already committed to the survival of the carnival as a whole. If Alex had inspired carnies who were on the point of running away to become accountants or something to remain with the show that would be one thing, and they do succeed in saving Alex, but the scene is presented as if it’s a climax without a story. It’s also absolutely ridiculous watching the carnies sneak up on the secret chimp dissection lab, because they’re all very ordinary, out-of-shape people in street clothes doing their best to act like they’re on a police raid.

The evil scientist, Dr. Poole, is kind of a strange inclusion, himself. In my review of Octaman I remarked on how a lot of movies set up a conflict between scientists who want to study something and showpeople who want to ruthlessly exploit it. The 70’s King Kong remake is a pretty good example, but in that movie – and in many others – those who want to put some oddity on display for money are the bad guys and those who want to learn from it are good. Carnival Magic inverts this by suggesting that to study something is to destroy it, whereas to show it off is to help it be enjoyed by all the world.

There is a point to be made here. A fair bit of what we know about anatomy and physiology of both humans and other creatures has been learned by doing atrocious things to both the living and the dead. I don’t think, however, that Carnival Magic was the right way to make that point. For one thing, Dr. Poole’s desire to dissect Alex alive makes no sense. It’s not Alex’ physiology that makes him remarkable, it’s his behaviour. Watching him alive could surely teach us infinitely more than taking his corpse apart.

For another, the options we’re given is Alex being a specimen or Alex being a literal circus freak! Arguing that science should leave an animal alone to live out a happy life in its natural habitat seems reasonable – telling science to leave the same creature alone so it can perform for crowds of strangers is kind of horrifying. It’s like if Free Willy ended with the titular whale returned to the aquarium having been saved from a taxidermist or something. Sure, it’s better than death, but the audience still knows that this is not what’s best for this creature. If we’re supposed to believe that Alex wants to be a star, then that should have been established at the beginning of the movie, perhaps by him escaping Markov’s trailer and trying to entertain people. One or two short extra scenes about this would have made the whole arc much more palatable.

Several characters describe Alex as being something more than an animal, so I think we’re supposed to regard him as a character in his own right. This doesn’t seem entirely successful, because Alex doesn’t come across as having goals or desires of his own. He happily goes along with whatever Markov wants to do, and when Markov’s not around he wanders about getting into mischief with no real sense of direction. Part of me wants to believe this is an intentional attempt to portray a non-human mind that simply doesn’t prioritize the way we do. Another part just wants to call it bad writing and I’m not sure which I ought to listen to.

As characters go, Markov’s not a great one, either. Main characters in a movie ought to have a chance to learn and change, but Markov is pretty much the only human in the movie who doesn’t. Ellen learns to break free of her father and become her own person, and Stoney learns that she can still love him regardless. Dave the PR guys learns to be patient with women. Kirk the tiger tamer grows more bitter and hateful until it destroys him, while his girlfriend Kim comes to realize what an ass he is. Markov is exactly the same at the end as he was at the beginning – a guy with weird powers that he doesn’t put to any good use, and a talking ape for a surrogate child. Perhaps nearly losing Alex is supposed to show him how much the chimp meant to him, but he already spent half the movie telling us that Alex is all he has. He knows he’s got issues related to the death of his wife but seems unwilling to move past them.

In my review of Cry Wilderness I noted that it edged out Carnival Magic for the coveted title of ‘Worst Fucking Movie of Season 11’ mainly by being more racist. There’s a bit of racism in Carnival Magic, too, and it’s got a similar flavor although it’s not nearly so all-pervasive. Cry Wilderness had its slightly magical Native Americans, here to help and support the white people. Carnival Magic mostly cannot be bothered to have anybody who isn’t white say lines, but it still manages to have its slightly magical Buddhist Monks who raised Markov and presumably taught him his powers. This is dumb, and actor Don Stewart sounds like even he doesn’t believe it.

Considered as a whole, Carnival Magic is pretty messy and never manages to settle on a tone. Alex’ antics, Kirk’s revenge, and the various personal stories don’t quite feel like they’re all part of the same narrative. If I go back to that ‘sitcom’ metaphor, it’s like several episodes combined into a movie, but instead of being stitched end-to-end like in Riding With Death, they’ve been intercut to look like they’re all going on at once and it still doesn’t feel like a unified whole. Yet for all that, there’s something weirdly fascinating about it. Maybe it’s the contrast between the cheerful carnival setting and the often dark personal stories. Maybe it’s trying to puzzle out what Adamson hoped to accomplish by the juxtaposition. Whatever it is, it’s another reason I’d rather re-watch this than Cry Wilderness.

#mst3k #carnival magic #reviews #all carnival no magic #80s

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intenseshipperofkpopidols-blog · 6 years

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Maybe I can Never Fly.

A repost from my ao3 account. Namjoon was 7 when the wings first appeared, and needless to say he was freaked out . He ran to his parents’ bed screaming at the top of his lungs, successfully waking up his parents, sister, and puppy. He awoke to baby blue feathers littered on his bed, he panicked because he thought it was the cookie monster.It took a while for his mother to calm him down.

A Long

While

“It’s normal sweetie.”

“BUT WHAT IF ITS THE COOKIE MONSTER??!?!?!”

“Its your wings Joonie, mommy and daddy have them too.”

“B-but yours and dad’s are WHITE wings, these are B-BLUE feathers!”

“There are many different wing colors, remember auntie Pam’s orange wings?”

“oh”

In from kindergarten highschool, Namjoon was often seen as strange and a freak, wings aren’t supposed to appear until age 15, 15.That was a whoooole 8 year difference between most of the kids! And they weren’t very manly in terms of err manliness. Girls usually were the one with light color or pastel wings, the boys his age had black, gold or that awful dark green color that looks like decay.

It sure as hell didn’t help his underground rapper status.

He wasn’t very rappery.

When he started college, he went to SM JYP YG BH School of Arts, and was a double major in philosophy and music composition. SM JYP YG BH School of arts, better known as 4Arts, due to its long ass name, was famous for being the top IVY league school in art.

While most rappers were all serious, all macho, huge dark wings, there was Namjoon, with baby blue wings and platinum blonde hair.

So when a talent show for companies looking to scout kids was there. Damn. Fuck. he signed up!There was many people in the audience, most were college kids supporting their friends, and a handful of adults flying high above the crowd to watch the kids on stage.

Damn say he was nervous as fuck, but luckily Namjoon and his friends were grouped together to perform a song that they wrote, called Cypher pt 2: Triptych.

Hoseok was a bubbly person, with firetruck red (wheeeee ooo wheeee oooo) hair, with gold wings. He had already found his soulmate which was Yoongi, his other friend whom had mint green hair (very intimidating) and fluff white wings. Yoongi was the scariest person Namjoon had ever met.

He had no idea how a person like Hoseok would end up with a soulmate as terrifying and soulless as Yoongi, until they got drunk, but that’s a story for another time.

When they went on stage, the crowd shushed and murmermed for these three were the strangest group of rappers they’ve ever seen.Then the music started, Hoseok rapped first proving to his peers that he wasn’t just a jumpy dumb guy.

“Whoever’s in the ring, we’ll win, rap fighter right hereI’ll say hi, you’ll say bye, a burnt tire, we’re differentFire, hot choir, captivating K-Pop like PSYMy rap is huge, I’ll say right in your ear, bug thatOur riots got successively stronger!”

Namjoon’s turn came up next, and he was nervous as fuck! The adults scouting were strange and loomed over the crowd, literally, since they hovered over the audience.He could have sworn that one of them pointed to him.Then the beat dropped and changed so he walked to the front to replace Hoseok’s spot and started to rap. (ra ra ra raAAAAA)

“I’m a rap wiper, a complete psycho, if I’m a dicer,then I have all the diceCypher, if you’re nice, I’m nicerIf you’re Pride, then I’m a Chrysler,that means I’mma pricelessWho are you to judge my rap? Rapper?”

The crowd cheered from his flow, but they were saving the best for last. Yoongi, that scary little fucker.

“My domain is dopeman.com, scolded many with a micSpeech and action are like shackles,my crime is assault with my tongueYou’re so bad ever since you were bornIf you’re gonna whine about this beat, just leaveLook at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artistsWhen you were playing underground,BTS was playing at ground levelCompared to you who sleeps all night,I’m a workaholic, shopaholicOverspending on my pens that are more in number thanyour fans, if I go all in and shoot, it’s a goal inGoal in, I’m ballin, when I hear your rap,I’m about to throw upMy voice even bewitches your girlfriend!

”The crowd was shocked by the little shit, Yoongi. He rapped damn faaaaaaasst. The crowd was shookily watching the performance, so shook that they were the shookist of that could be shook. The. Shook. Was. Real.

The looming scouters seemed surprised by these three, although they really shouldn’t this top ivy league, MOST PRESTIGIOUS college had the long ass name for a reason. Remember the name? It was SM JYP YG BH School of Arts. The best of the best. The legend - wait for it - dary. The crowd cheered by saying their full names in a chant.

“KIM NAMJOON

MIN YOONGI

JUNG HOSEOK”

How they knew their full names? Namjoon had no idea. Those stalkers, so weird. Must be sasaeng fans.

“Namjooooooon Hyuuuunngggggg!” Hoseok whisper yelled excitedly as they got off the stage.

“That was the BEST!~”Yoongi just awkwardly patted the two on the head while passing them water, but not looking anywhere near their face.

That hyung of his was terrifying.Namjoon and the others changed into more casual clothes going backstage, but entered their assigned seats in the crowd to watch the other students perform.Then the fog machine went on, making fog because that’s its damn job, and, the lights dimmed. Students started murmuring due to the scene change.

“Probably a theater major.” Namjoon thought to himself, most likely another Romeo and Juliet play, which was what occured the year before.

Dramatic violin music started playing, and the spotlight centered on a guy in a dark colored suit, with floral embroidery. He had light pink hair and the broadest shoulders ever to shoulder. (The blood sweat and tears photoshoot look) He had huge wings to accommodate his wide shoulders, and they were the same shade pink as his hair.

The guy looked up dramatically to stare into the souls of the crowd and began singing.

“Mitneun ge anya

Beotyeoboneun geoya

Hal su itneun ge

Na igeosppuniraseomeomulgo sipeo

Deo kkumkkugo sipeo

Geuraedo marya

Tteonal ttaega dwaetneungeol

Yeah it's my truth

It's my truth

Ontong sangcheotuseongigessji

But it's my fate

It's my fate

Geuraedo balbeodungchigo sipeo

Maybe I, I can never fly

Jeogi jeo kkoccipdeulcheoreom

Nalgael dan geotcheoreomeun an dwae

Maybe I, I can't touch the sky

Geuraedo son ppeotgo sipeo

Dallyeobogo sipeo jogeum deo”

The whole crowd shut up to appreciate this beautiful angel from Korea. Namjoon was shook. The shookest shooker than the previously shook crowd. He was Shook ™

The man walked around the stage singing into the microphone making dramatic gestures every 5 seconds.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry nonononono. Oh. I’m crying. Very manly Namjoon.” Namjoon thought to himself as he had an internal crisis.

“Wide awake wide awake wide awake

Don't cry

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

No lie

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

Don't cry

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

No lie”“THAT’S VERY DIFFICULT” Namjoon thought sobbing to himself.

“Maybe I, I can never fly

Jeogi jeo kkoccipdeulcheoreom

Nalgael dan geoscheoreomeun an dwae

Maybe I, I can't touch the sky

Geuraedo son ppeotgo sipeo

Dallyeobogo sipeoJogeum deo”

The spotlight on the mysterious pretty boy faded, and the music stopped. The whole crowd was silent.The lights all turned back on, then they all start clapping, it was a fucking encore. People were wolf whistling, screaming loads of things were happening.

And more importantly that handsome dude was blowing kisses to the crowd.Mystery guy went backstage, and the next person came up to perform, but all Namjoon could think about was the handsome stranger who sang like an angel.

“Yoongi Hyung, do you know who that is?” Namjoon asked hesitantly as Yoongi was the scariest. Yoongi blankly stared at Namjoon making a shiver go down his spine.

“Yes, that’s Seokjin hyung. We have a class together.” Yoongi said with his piercing terrifying glance.

Namjoon had stars in his eyes thinking of the beautiful man who had performed.The event went on for about 20 more minutes before the last performer went up, and the most important part of the event came up.The scouting.

One of the many flying adults landed on the stage, and one of the students gave him a microphone. The man had a full black suit, and had circular glasses.

“Hello students, I am Bang Si Hyuk, my associates and I have been evaluating your performances. We will now call up students that have been chosen by my associates.” The man said into the microphone causing Namjoon and his group to sweat in nervous anticipation. Namjoon sweated an ocean.

“The group of 3, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Soloist Kim Seokjin. Dancer and Singing group, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jeongguk. Group of five, Joy, Seulgi, Irene, Wendy, and Yeri.”

Said people came to the stage, some excited, some nervous, Namjoon stood right next to Kim Seokjin, the beautiful angel, smiled politely at Namjoon causing him to blush like he just walked in on Hoseok watching porn. (Trust me that’s happened)

Seokjin looked at Namjoon and said, “Hi, I’m Seokjin I saw your performance. It was great!”

Namjoon looked at Seokjin in surprise, this beautiful man liked his performance??? What?

“Hi, I’m N-Namjoon.” He stuttered out nervously, Seokjin smiled and went back to focusing on the man talking.

Namjoon drowned out Si Hyuk’s speech about getting jobs and other probably important stuff, because he was distracted by the broad shouldered man next to him, ecstatically listening to the speech.

“Oi! Namjoon!” Namjoon shakespearanly snapped his mind back to attention. It was Seokjin talking to him, trying to get his attention.

“We’re done we can head back to our dorms now.” Seokjin continued after successfully capturing the blushing guy’s attention.“Oh.” Namjoon said stupidly to Seokjin. Seokjin pranced like a unicorn off the stage, with a gloomy Namjoon after him.

“So stupid Namjoon, could have said anything, literally anything.” Namjoon thought to himself walking off the stage.

“So Namjooooon~ Did you get to meet your mystery crussshhh?” Hoseok teased as he walked in the dorm room.Namjoon turned red, and said offended,

“Seokjin’s not my crush!”

“I didn’t say Seokjin.” Hoseok said pointedly, causing Namjoon to blush even more.He ducked down his head as he walked to his room, feeling the judgy eyes of Hoseok.

The next day at the school was a “field trip.” Any students who brought camping equipment could join the school to camp in the forest, near the beach and the ever so infamous cliff.Namjoon and Hoseok were walking around the forest, while Yoongi was sleeping when the two heard chanting in the distance.

“Hey Faggot!” “Pink haired chick, but wait! It’s a guy~” “Are you tryin to be cute!”

“Hey, where you going sweetheart?”

Namjoon and Hoseok started walking faster toward the sound of frat boys teasing someone, when they walked through the clearing of trees they saw Seokjin crowded by at least 5 frat boys who were pushing him around and teasing him near the edge of the cliff.

“Whatcha gunna do faggot?” The black-haired leader presumably, said to Seokjin as him and his group trapped Seokjin near the edge of the cliff. They flapped their wings aggressively, like chickens, at him.Namjoon’s eyes widened in fear for Seokjin, he started walking faster toward the group of boys, only to be held back by two of the group.

Seokjin’s face contorted in anger, and he pushed the leader as hard as he can, causing the leader to stumble back in surprise.

“Oh, so the pansy is going to fight back. Huh?” The leader stepped closer to Seokjin causing him to step back in fear. Then the leader pushed Seokjin just as hard as he was pushed, causing Seokjin to go tumbling off the cliff.

“NO!” Namjoon screamed, pushing the group of boys and ran towards the cliff where Seokjin fell. Without a thought, Namjoon dived off the cliff after Seokjin, the two fell at a quick rate before Namjoon reached Seokjin. H

e grabbed Seokjin in his arms and instinctively flapped his wings, causing the two to shoot up into the sky, higher than the cliff the two had previously fallen off of.Seokjin and Namjoon looked at each other in surprise, Namjoon flying high above the forest with his baby blue wings, with Seokjin in his arms.

“I guess we’re soulmates.” Seokjin said with a smile looking up at Namjoon.

“I guess we are.”

#namjoon #kim seokjin #namjin #fanfic #fluff #crackish #soulmate #wings

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showingthroughtome · 7 years

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2: june 6th

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

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“You look so cute today, Jess.” Gemma, Harry’s older sister, looks her up and down from the beach chair she’s sunbathing on. “Love the romper.”

“Thanks.” Jessica glances down and mumbles. Confidence has always been a struggle for her, especially when it comes to how she looks, but as she stands in the tie die pink piece of clothing, she’s thinking that Gem has no reason to lie. More assuredly Jessica says, “I’ve been trying to branch out into more colors. There’s really no need for me to dress like a goth fourteen-year-old anymore.”

“You’re definitely no longer fourteen, babe.” Gemma lowers her sunglasses to show her roaming eyes - something that would appear creepy, if not coming from her other lifelong friend. Then laughs when Jessica playfully squirms. “Are you joining me or what?”

“Duh.” Jessica draws out the vowel and begins slipping out of said romper to reveal a black bikini. “Obviously, I’m not totally over my goth phase.”

“One never truly is, I find.”

They both laugh at the inevitable truth, black is just such a reliable color. Gemma relaxes back into her chair and Jessica pulls one for herself closer. Remembering to take off her prescription lenses to avoid the worst face tan lines ever, she makes herself comfortable and starts spraying herself with a final, thin coat of sunscreen.

From where they are sitting in the Styles’ backyard, the sun is hitting just right, beaming heat and rays appropriate for this time of year. The pool is reflecting those rays right into Jessica’s eyes so instead of opting for Gemma’s inconvenient preference of sunglasses, she flips onto her stomach and hopes that when she flips back in fifteen minutes, the sun will have shifted just enough to be less blinding.

Minimal chatter takes place as the girls get bronzed - nothing important but entirely ridiculous gossip about the thirty-year-old housewife down the street with a male friend who only comes by once her husband has left.

They’re both on their second rotations, and their dream celebrity husband is being discussed (“Eddie Redmayne over Bradley Cooper any day!”), when Harry comes out in a blur - Jessica on her stomach and Gemma on her back again. Before she is even aware he is outside, Jessica is feeling the sprinkling of water that comes from a cannonball into the pool.

“Harry!” Gemma screams, taking the brunt of the splash, sitting up and wiping the moisture from her skin. “Fucking rude!”

Jessica bites her lip so she doesn’t get caught smiling too wide when Gemma looks at her incredulously.

“Asshole.” She nods in support, laughing lightly.

“Sorry, Gem.” Harry is a grinning head floating above the water, moving closer to the lip of the pool. “I just wanted to join the fun. You guys must have forgotten to invite me.”

Gemma exhales a huff through her nose, shaking her head. “Nope. Didn’t forget. My memory is gold.”

“And you?” Harry lifts his brows at Jess.

It’s hard for her to see him from her stomach so she sits up to find his hair dampened to his head and drops dripping from his nose. With an innocent smirk, she claims, “I needed some quality time with Gemma.”

“Um, excuse me? I’m your best friend, your favorite Styles, the person you once gave the good half of your Drumstick to.”

“First, ice cream sharing is gross.” Gemma shudders. “Second, big mistake. He never deserves the better half of anything.”

“He was just so whiny that day, I had to.”

“Jess!” Harry cries as he pushes himself out from the pool and creeps slowly towards her.

She has no clue what he’s going to do but she recognizes the smirk he’s wearing as the one that usually indicates some mischievous behavior so she rises from the lounging chair and moves to the opposite side of it, putting it in between her and her pursuer.

“Where ya going?” He places his hands on his hips, exhaling like he’s out of breath even though there is no possible way.

“No.” Jessica shakes her head sternly, an adamant expression gracing her face. “Whatever you’re doing, just, no.”

Right then, he takes a quick step around her chair and she’s backing away into the grass.

“Just take back what you said.” He slows down and offers a solution to something she knows won’t end well for her. “I’m not whiny.”

Not moving an eye away from him, she places a finger on her chin to think, “Saying that makes you seem it.”

He lunges forward, dripping wet from every inch of his body. Luckily for her, her reflexes aren’t that of a snail so she dodges his hands and heads to the right side of the yard. Once she’s out of reach though, she has to run for her life. He’s chasing her so closely that the tips of his fingers keep grazing her skin for the briefest moments.

“Harry, stop it!” Jessica shouts when she feels her stamina dwindling and Harry’s presence right at her heels.

Her plea is too late and before she knows it, his arms are wrapping around her bare middle. He’s lifting her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder with the utmost ease. If she weren’t so terrified of being thrown in the cold pool, she would probably be enjoying the feel of his warm skin on her in more places than she’s used to. Even though the touch is so different from the night of their movie, it has the potential to be better… if only they weren’t headed for the pool.

“Harry.” She holds onto his back for balance but kicks her feet in a vain attempt to have him put her down. “You dickhead, let me go.”

And to her surprise, he gets to the edge of the pool and stops. “Take it back and I’ll put you down.”

“On the ground and not in the water?” She’s not dumb enough to agree without a clarification.

“Of course.”

“Promise?” She squeezes her hands that are grasping his back, pushing herself up for a little more visibility of his face. He nods and then takes a step closer to the water.

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

Even though her heart is racing, she can’t help but find it kind of cute that this is the subject of his confirmation, causing her to whisper low enough so Gemma won’t hear, “Yes, Harry. Obviously.”

As simple as that, he’s squatting down in such a way to place her feet on the ground.

Harry towers over Jessica who barely makes it to his shoulder, smiling down at her as she gathers her wits.

“Just invite me to hang out with you guys next time and this won’t have to happen.” He suggests, tucking a strand of her hair that got away from the messy bun behind her ear. It causes her lips to part the slightest bit with that unfamiliar yearning again, thinking of things she is still trying to wrap her head around in association with Harry.

Her eyes follow the lines of his lips as they shift into a cheeky smile, exciting her but also snapping her out of her daze as she quickly uses all her might to push him to the right and into the water triumphantly.

authors note:

hi!! i meant to post this a couple days ago but then i went to the zoo and a farm and swimming so i didnt have time *cries* the next update will come soonish though! probably next monday! i reread this chapter this morning and it seemed a little off to me but maybe that is just me and my self judgement! let me know! not much happened except for some #summer and some #yearning (what this fic shouldve been called)

what do you think is going on with these two?!?!?! tell me in my ask plz lolz

also, thank you as always to my girl, ash @what-comes-from-within she literally saves me!!!

hope youre all having a great summer!!!

thanks so much for reading!!!

-lauren xxx

#1dff #this might be a bit rough idk but I hope you enjoy #tell me what you think #incredible

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ckcz · 7 years

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100 questions ask game

I was tagged by @mysmoldarkfictionalsons <33 I tag @surelance @spacemcclain @k3ithkogane @bobaphichit and @angst-in-space and all my mutuals/followers :D!! You don’t have to do it but seems like a nice way to know ny’all better :’)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal!

2: Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? what is a wintery day all I feel is humidity and tears

3: What random objects do you use to bookmark your books? random receipts

4: How do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee- cold!!! with a like 2 spoons of cream and a LOOT O sugar

5: Are you self-conscious of your smile?

My laugh mostly but I guess they’re similar?

6: Do you keep plants?

Yess my home balcony has many

7: Do you name your plants? No??

8: What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Drawing drawing painting but not digitally? like sometimes I just take a watercolor paper and attack it with a paintbrush to vent

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I can’t hum! idk why so I singgg

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? stomachh

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? A beach potato flew around my room and a skeleton wants to bone me

12: what’s your favorite planet? ....earth...??? But I guess the next would be Saturn <3

13: what’s something that made you smile today? This little boy bumped into me and I went ‘ouch’ and he did this little gasp and held my hand I wanted to steal him

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? I have a feeling it would be really warm and fuzzy and a cupboard full of ready made soup powder cause I love soupp

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! If a baby was to be born in space, it would probably be born all deformed

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? ??? I’m uncultured

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? red and brown highlights just tbh but If I was allowed to be crazy, dark purple <3

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. well I apparently spray painted ‘sex’ in neon orange in the school bathroom in my old school and I once did this complicated dab dance in front of the class nobody lets me forget it

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Oh yes I have a lovely black faux leather book and I just write random things that happened in the day or fanart ideas!! surprising amount of matt holt doodles

20: what’s your favorite eye color? Light brown or grey ugh I could melt

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don’t really have one?? but I do have this samsung laptop bag that has literally been with my like everywhere

22: are you a morning person? YES i love four am

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? drink cold coffee, lie on the bed and send stupid selfies to my friends

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? yes <3

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

In my old school there would be the fourth floor where people aren’t allowed to go and I was just curious okay and I looked inside and a shitload of mirrors??? i have no idea

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? this weird ass pink sandals that say new york city on them

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? strawberry I guess?

28: sunrise or sunset? SUNRISE <3

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? This one girl randomly uses her pointer finger to just *flipflopflipflopflipflop* the tip of her nose and then she like blinks twice its so fucking cute okay

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? No

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. they succ. no? NO!?? yes. socks are weird even the word is weird I dislike them

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. not much to say sadly but this one time on a sleepover we got bored staying awake so we went to the neighbouring 24/7 store and got icecreams and then fell sick it was nice

33: what’s your fave pastry? I guess a.. brownie? I’m not that into baked stuff?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? didn’t have many wasn’t attached to them...

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? yeS YES YES

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? I think? U2 for some reason

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? clean... :( but im weak

38: tell us about your pet peeves! people not closing the door

people stopping your music to talk to you

people putting a babY ON THE PHONE TO TALK TO ME

39: what color do you wear the most? greyyyy i love wearing grey

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? i have this one pretty crystal pendant that i bought on a roadtrip i love it

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? simon vs the homo sapiens agenda

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! the starbucks at the mall? Its ceiling is covered in pipes and stuff for the electricity or heat or whatever but it has really comfy couches i love it

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My dog.. but a person? I guess this girl in my apartment who I sometimes just roam around with

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? last summer

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? No not really I seem to think about consequences a lot more lately but if I’m feeling it, yES

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. what’s up? - The ceiling.

I HATE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE BEING PEOPLE WHO SAY THIS SHOULD GO TO HELL AND BACK cause im mericful

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? tomatoes. die

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? leaving for college. No

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? idk i dont

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? bookmaRKS i have like 200 of them

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? never come back again by austin

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? cowboy hat!

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I don’t really care too much?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? my mom

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? yell ‘kavya is a bich’ into the school on the third floor

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? when it’s people i LIKE? them

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? that song was my childhood so I love thhsdkjhsjkd just sang along

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I’m wine mom! S is vodka aunt bc it just fitss

59: what’s your favorite myth? apollo and hyacinthus

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I guess? I like phenomenal women

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I gave a potato and received a small mirror that said -u r bootiful- on the back

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? nahh

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? my bookshelves are BEAUTIFUL ilovethem and I just have my music playlists so??

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? pastel blueee

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? yes

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? white flowers <3

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? aweSOME i have a special playlist for days like that

68: what’s winter like where you live? its rainy

69: what are your favorite board games? TERRA MYSTICAAAA and jenga

70: have you ever used a ouija board? nahh

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? I don’t really drink tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? YES OMG

73: what are some of your worst habits? my hands always get too excited so I fiddle a lot and tend to tear the edges of pages

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. the most reflective pretty eyes I’ve seen. has the best heart in the whole word. literally the embodiment of good and pure

75: tell us about your pets! HER NAME IS AMBER SHE’S A SHIHTZU I WOULD DIE FOR HER AND IF YOU HURT HER I’LL KILL YOU SHE’S THE BEST THING IN THE WHOLE GODDAMNED WORLD

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? writing an exam tbh it doesn’t count though

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink I had it once I liked it a lot

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? *walks away* don’t include me in your shenanigans

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? So I was about to leave my old school right? last day was over, finals were done, and the reality that I would lose all of them was just settling in. so I think my mom noticed I was depressed and she called up ALL of my friends in my group of pals and they came over even though they live all so far away and I was editing percy in a video and they just hugged me from behind I laughed and yelled i miss them

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? everything is purple I have purple wardrobes and walls and doors and yes. I did choose this color? Because I wanted blue but I also wanted pink at that age so I mixed them in and decided on purple!

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. water at zero gravity

82: are/were you good in school? Yesss

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? I love michl’s art? And Eden’s

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Maybe two! Idk I’m just a young potato I’ll see to it later

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I guess! I love asterix&obelix and tintin and I love omg check please and sharp zero

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

I listen to some of my dad’s so pink floyd’s I guess

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? The lion king movies and Fantastic Mr. Fox

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Im too asleep for this

89: are you close to your parents? yeah

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I LOVE KUALA LUMPUR its’adjabjkabkjadsbjaksd

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? NO WHERE i’m going to get a 10 cgpa and kick school in its ass

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? CHEESEEEEEEEE

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? two pony tails!

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? this old friend of mine

95: what are your plans for this weekend? study for finals

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? pretty quickly

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INJP, capricorn and I’m a slytherin!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? last summer with my family and yeah

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. any Eden song tbh I just scream and now that Jo reminded me I’m crying to little wonders

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? five years into the future I’m just too scared to go through everything that happens in the next five

#stfu kavya

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