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write-it-good-imagines · 4 years

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Poison (M) - Park Jinyoung

So I did a little something...although you might say I am a coward for not finishing it it’s because I really am. Ugh. I just wanted to provide means of exploiting your own imagination. That cursed poison mcountdown stage ended me.

enjoy. I have nothing else to say

~2.7k words, very suggestive content

Parties organized by companies were all consisting of the same things, people traversing a mutual field from all sorts of backgrounds, looking for a stable partnership with a trusting team that was all aiming to the same goal. Drinks and sophisticated dishes were, partly, the main attraction of such events, along with the small chat one would make with the other, up to the point of discussing business.

The cosmopolitan lobby of the hotel your company chose for the aforementioned party was radiating an air of importance through the exquisite paintings hanging on the walls, and the imposing candelabra emanating a refined light. It was a crucial gathering for your company that wanted to consolidate one of their biggest projects up to date and it was compulsory for those who helped shape it to participate at that night’s party.

It was undoubtedly difficult to maintain a stoic, yet amiable face throughout the night, delivering the same polished speech to everyone who came looking for it. You indulged yourself with a martini and accompanied one of your colleagues at first, easing each other’s silent suffering. No matter how often you’d check the time on the glowing screen of your phone, your plus one simply refused to appear.

The captivating jazz tunes graced your ears with melodies, some of which you knew all too well, and you almost lost trace of the words spoken to you.

“It is, indeed, impressive that someone as young as yourself participated in such a grand project,” the older official complimented you, his wife following his example, “The business world requires fresh talents, miss. We were more than glad to accept the offer after listening to your speech during the meeting!”

You offered a polite smile, dipping your head in a bow. “I am grateful for your kind words. My seniors helped me throughout the process. I couldn’t have done it alone.”

A series of low gasps could be heard in the humming of the background and you examined the older woman’s pleased expression as she nudged her husband. “Oh dear, he is a handsome man, but I don’t think I recognize him.” She turned to you. “Do you, miss?”

You had to turn your body towards the point of concern, given that your back was turned to him, and you had to take a moment to take a breath yourself. Despite being completely familiar with the person, his perfect appearance took you by surprise.

Park Jinyoung, your faithful plus one, was boldly dashing.

Of course, his handsome genes were flagrantly undeniable, something that you had witnessed in either plain daylight, or other suggestive environments. Even so, the black tuxedo embracing his toned body, the burning red handkerchief adorning the chest pocket, and the equally matching tie made it seem like something entirely unfamiliar to you. But exceptionally endearing.

Endearing enough that it instantly poisoned you with unspeakable thoughts.

You took a sip from your martini as you watched his agonizing slow steps through the admiring crowd. He made it look like the world suddenly gravitated around him. As dignified as you hoped you’d remain, it was impossible not to imagine how filthy Jinyoung could make you with as much as a snap of his fingers. Especially in that ethereal fitting.

When he finally reached you and your companions, he rested his hand on the small of your bare back and dipped his head to the older couple.

“My apologies, might I have interrupted something of great importance?”

Jinyoung’s polished words had a positive impact on your company’s partners, the woman instantly captured by his charms. You ran a hand through your sleek hair, styled in a poised wet look, and it tickled the bare skin of your back. The white backless dress you chose was only sustained on your body by a ribbon tied loosely around your neck that fell gracefully on either side of your spine.

No one noticed that, yet Jinyoung did not bother to hide his desirous look from you, albeit a tad irritated. You had a vague idea of why.

“Ah, we were just discussing how fortunate we are to work with miss L/n! But we were also intrigued by your charming presence, mister…?”

“Park Jinyoung, Mrs. I have heard quite a lot of good things about Y/n’s partners. She always mentions how she is the lucky one.”

The delighted smiles on their faces secured the ideal first impression anyone could make. You were impressed with his smooth words and the major positive impact they had on your relationship with the business partners. As soon as they left, you couldn’t contain a fascinated smile.

“Smooth talker Park Jinyoung at my service, huh?”

Jinyoung tilted his head to look at you, his height matching yours evenly thanks to the gladiator sandals you wore. “I had to make a good entrance.”

He captured your eyes with his and you were surprised to find the previous glint nestling in his orbs. No, he wanted to make sure you saw it and remembered it well. Jinyoung mildly brought you closer to him, his fingertips leaving blistering sensations into your skin.

“But however much I love that my girlfriend is a walking goddess, you are practically naked.”

The origin of Jinyoung’s irritation was the one you suspected. The fact that he pointed it out so blatantly left a smirk curling on your lips. You knew that if he saw you like that, you would walk straight into his stare and it was, after all, a mission you set for yourself. The two of you met after some time apart and you wanted to wear your best clothes for the occasion. Or, according to Jinyoung, wear almost none at all.

“Exaggeration,” you breathed and lifted your eyes, testing the waters. Acting professional was a protocol you were determined to follow throughout the night; that did not mean you were not as skilled as your boyfriend was with his words, “I think it is appropriate attire for the occasion. A woman has to shine whenever given the opportunity.”

Jinyoung chuckled and his gaze lingered on you for a brief moment. “You are blinding, Y/n. That does not mean I am happy with it.”

“I appreciate it, Mr. Park. Likewise, you look dashing, but may I ask why my looks bring you so much distress?”

Jinyoung leaned over, his lips whispering a subtle warning into your ear. “I don’t like it when these men are so shamelessly staring at my woman.”

He pulled back to look at you with a sheepish expression imprinted on his face and a slight shrug of his shoulders, but the effect he desired was already done. The smug look he wore after indicated the fact that he knew he succeeded. If he told you his fingers felt the shiver traversing your spine, you might have believed him. You clicked your tongue and took a sip from your cocktail.

Jinyoung teased and took the glass in his hand, unconsciously admiring the lipstick stain on the rim. “You look a little pale, Miss Y/n. Are you okay?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mister Park.” You saw the director of your company coming in your direction and decided to play your card, even if it meant playing with fire. “I wonder if you’re all talk. Someone who claims something like that takes responsibility.”

Jinyoung did not have time to react verbally to your offensive statement. He successfully masked the displeasure and greeted the director with an imposing stance, shaking his hand firmly. One would easily say Jinyoung was fully immersed in the formal chat carried between the three of you; however, you challenged him to assume responsibility. And he was a very competitive individual.

You felt his hand shifting slightly from your lower back, ascending to a small, sensitive spot that had you shuddering instantly. His fingers traced a dangerous trail in your skin that made it increasingly harder for you to concentrate on the discussion and divert your attention to restraining your reactions instead. It was incredible how unbothered he looked by your faithful response to his actions, and yet kept on asserting his dominance on your entire being.

“I can see how much of a support you are for her, Jinyoung,” your director said happily, clueless to the battle you were carrying within. “You two are a good match.”

You opened your mouth to reply but soon had to bite into the plush of your inner cheek to suppress an indecent sound as Jinyoung’s butterfly touch made the blood whirl in your veins and your lower abdomen bathe in a burning sensation. He caught your silent struggle with the corner of his eye and responded, offensively calm.

“Thank you, sir. She is a handful sometimes but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The director laughed heartily and extended his hand to pat Jinyoung’s shoulder. You almost burst out in sheer joy when he left and turned abruptly to Jinyoung. You found the same agonizing, innocent look on his face, but you knew better.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?”

You scoffed at his question. It took a lot of audacity to act so faultlessly.

“Oh, I do have some things to say.”

“Why won’t you let me say something first?”

Jinyoung undressed of the jacket and threw it over your shoulders. On the one hand, the public perceived his actions as a simple display of gentlemanly affection. On the other hand, his aphrodisiac eyes, the tacit greed of his gaze, and the way his hands grabbed at the collar of his jacket to imperceptibly pull you closer, those were all meant torture you.

It was inevitable you’d eventually break. Underestimating Park Jinyoung was a sin you loved committing.

“It’s such a pity you’re wearing red lipstick tonight.”

You did not mind giving in, you never did when it came to him. Jinyoung learned all there was to know about you by heart, so much that he was able to incite every desire you nurtured with his words alone. He took great pride in the capacity to understand and satisfy you. There was no one else who could ignite your skin without actively doing so. There was no one else who could brutally thrash your insides and rearrange them so they would fit their own puzzle.

All without any single touch to your skin.

Your hand grabbed his tie, your eyes glowing a wicked appetite for him. You missed him, and hearing his tantalizing words only emphasized the desperate urgency to have him. “I need you.”

Hurried moments later, you were caged between the elevator wall and Jinyoung’s robust body, one of his hands gripping underneath your thigh, the other pressed into your lower back. The immoral intensity of his eyes stripped you naked with a gaze that betrayed that delicious imagination of his going astray. Jinyoung was inhumanely close that you did not know whose air you were breathing.

Jinyoung’s coarse voice was pure music to your ears. “I have been thinking about you a lot lately.”

“Did you miss me?” you sighed and his hand guided your leg around his waist as he inched closer.

“Let me show you how much.”

His lips sealed against yours in an erotic kiss that pulsed into your stomach. You threw your arms around his neck, pressing your lower body into his pelvis. Fingertips were etching small circles into your back, reviving the sensation you previously tried to repress, now forcing a gasp to come out from your throat.

Jinyoung did not allow you to breathe, for he slid his profane tongue in your mouth to engage yours mercilessly in a filthy dance. You were kissing him so desperately that your whole body was curved into his. Jinyoung sucked every last molecule of air out of your system through his kiss, thus leaving you helpless and weak. He only detached himself from you when he felt the fingers tangled in his locks weakening their grip.

You drew a breath in sharply, feeling lightheaded and much paler underneath the make-up. Jinyoung pressed his forehead to yours apologetically. “How much time do we have before they need you back in the lobby?”

“I…I think probably half an hour… forty minutes.” You murmured among the heavy gasps in the failed attempt to even the rhythm of your breathing. Jinyoung’s aura was getting poisonous, leaving no possible window for escape. Your mission was to get drunk on it.

“Then that’s more than enough time.”

The elevator signaled the arrival at the highest floor of the hotel and Jinyoung took your hand in his to drag you out, laughing mischievously under his breath. You followed his adamant steps to the empty terrace spreading into the vast night, in the shelter of the stars. His jacket fell helplessly somewhere on the concrete after having fulfilled its role to shield you from the savage stares of other men.

“What are you laughing at?” you questioned as Jinyoung turned his body, a couple of steps apart from you.

“Your lipstick is smeared all over your face!”

You could not find it in you to tell him that his own lips were colored with the same shade of red, ruined by the eager assault launched on you. He probably knew that anyway and found a sadistic pleasure in pointing out he would ruin you indisputably.

“Whose fault do you think that is?”

Your steps carried you to the high railing where Jinyoung was patiently waiting for you. He admired the sloppy work of art that you were, the smirk imprinted on his visage awoke a carnal appetite in your ribcage. You were anxious to experience the unholy plans he had for you.

He cupped your face with both hands and crashed his lips against yours once again, guiding your body against the cold metal in a swift motion. The sudden icy contact extracted a loud moan from your lungs and Jinyoung momentarily pulled away to marvel at the divine creature in front of him.

“Let’s make sure we remember whose fault it is.”

The split second he paused to look at you also offered you precious insights into his blazing emotions. It gave you all the assurance you needed and more. You bit your lip at his words, a familiar tingle throbbing in your core. He got you burning with anticipation.

Jinyoung loosened his tie before launching himself into your neck. His tongue traced a stubborn vein piercing your skin and encircled a sensitive spot under your ear lobe. Your hand flew instantly to his hair and your head thrashed back, accompanied by a strong moan slashing through the air. You felt Jinyoung smirk against sensitive skin, hot breath electrifying your senses.

“I wonder if I can make you moan so loud all the others down there would hear you.”

Jinyoung untangled your hand from his hair and pulled them together behind your back to obstruct any further motion you might want to pursue. His teeth grazed your ear, chewing on the softness of the lobe. He let out a carnal whisper in your ear, warning you that he would have his way regardless of your preferences. “Should I?”

He guided your chin down with his free hand, the index tracing your jaw at a delayed pace. There was no use denying him anymore; he knew he was in complete control and he knew how hungry you were for his touch. You had a love-hate relationship with that side of Jinyoung’s because he never did anything on his own volition.

No matter how much he desired you, beating around the bush was something he did not like.

“Fucking devour me, Park Jinyoung.” You let out a sultry moan, instructing him on everything he needed to hear.

Jinyoung bit his lower lip, maintain eye contact with you as he lowered his body. “Watch me, princess.”

He tossed the unnecessary material of your dress to the side and ran a hand down your thigh to guide your leg over his shoulder. His eyes followed you closely as he pressed an airy kiss to your clothed womanhood. The last thing you could see was his starved expression; the moment his tongue invaded your privacy, all hopes of staying sane vanished in the passionate night.

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m-y-fandoms · 4 years

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Kokichi x Ultimate Personal Assistant Reader - short imagine

Request: Hihi! Would it be okay if I ask for Kokichi with a shsl assistant/helper reader that sticks with him despite what other people say about him? But they're not in a relationship yet, just a mutual crush. I hope their talent makes sense, they just go around helping people I guess. Bonus points if they're more on the quiet and shy side, I just think their dynamic would be cute, thank you so much!

This will be gender neutral. There’s a mention of a skirt but it’s a joke, and also, anyone can wear a skirt :) PG-13 in terms of lewd/sexual scenarios

Hey! I’m gonna make the reader the Ultimate/SHSL personal assistant. It’s reaching with the Ultimate title, but I mean lucky student and moral compass are as well. Hope you like this short imagine - Admin Kokichi

PART 2 LINK CLICK HERE

It was clear, to everyone else at least, that you and Kokichi liked each other. You always took his side during trials, always walked back to the dorms with him at night, and he actually defended you when someone else insulted you. You of course, were not immune to his pranks and jabs, but only he was the only one allowed to tease you, no one else. He still hadn’t officially asked you out or made any physical moves, and many people were placing bets on if he ever would.

“Nah, that little freak’s too much of a coward,” Kaito would say.

“I just can’t see Kokichi actually caring about someone other than himself, at least not in a romantic type of way...” Shuichi would ponder.

“He probably just wants to get into their pants,” Maki replied with a monotone voice. “Little creep.”

“Gonta think they are cute together. Kokichi’s friends should want to see Kokichi happy! Maybe he can ask them to be his mate with bugs?” When Kirumi inquired how that would work and what Gonta meant, he scratched his head, “Hmmm...maybe spell out ‘you are special,’ in bugs?” The maid was about to ask how one would get the bugs to stay still, but decided her time was much better spent elsewhere.

“I just hope his feelings are genuine,” Kiibo spoke frankly. “They are really kind person and it would be horrible if he takes advantage of their feelings, not that I’d put it past him,” he grumbled.

You strolled through the hallway that afternoon. It was noon on the dot, in fact, and Kirumi always prepared a royal feast for every meal. Everyone else was probably there already. Kokichi was at your side, eager to tell you of all his plans for the day, but nervous about it his feelings. They were getting in his way. The more he liked you, the harder normal conversation became. He wasn’t one to tell the truth about anything, but especially not the contents of his heart.

“So you’re like….what? The Ultimate Secretary?”

You rolled your eyes. You know he knew exactly what your title was. He was just like this, making dumb conversation or trying to start a little argument and put someone in a huff to avoid silences.

“You gonna organize all my files and come help me cheat on my wife after work?” he continued. “Should I bend you over my desk in a little mini skirt?” Kokichi teased, a far too innocent tone on his lips for the words he was saying. You were embarrassed, but not surprised by his words. He was always vulgar and bold. Fuck it, he thought. He was done being a pussy about it. He’d wanted to be more romantically and sexually forward with you for awhile now, and he knew your shyness was no match for his advances. You couldn’t help but get a bit flustered at his words. The desk comment was a bit much.

“N-no, it’s Ultimate Personal Assitant, and you know that! I do much more than sort files! I run errands, arrange events, network, do volunteer work, take phone calls, scout for new employees, fire incompetent ones, fundraise, attend meetings, help with mental heal-“

“Ohhh so you’re just a really good secretary!”

“Well...” you searched for a rebuttal, and he enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze, “what the hell is Ultimate Supreme Leader supposed to mean?” You teased, punching his soldier lightly. “That could be the leader of a small band of evil preschoolers for all we know!”

Kokichi approached you suddenly, ripping your clipboard from your hand and tossing it to the ground before slamming you up against the nearest wall. His hips held your own in place, and he placed one hand on the wall beside your head before leaning in menacingly. You were really grateful that no one else was in the hallway where the little tyrant had decided to bully you on your way to Kirumi’s lunch. You found this position extremely compromising and didn’t know if you could handle on-lookers

“You know, y/n, it’s realllllly dangerous to make fun of an evil supreme leader. Maybe you should choose your words more carefully…” Your face heated up, and you couldn’t help but tremble under his unrelenting stare.

“I could show you just how dominating I can be, yeah?” His hand ghosted across your neck before pulling away, your breath catching in your throat. “Maybe you should be my personal assistant! I doubt you’ve ever worked for someone as important as me before.” You looked away, your heart beating too fast to face him. He grabbed your chin with pale, slender fingers and forced you to look into his violet, violent eyes.

“Kokichi, if you like me, you should just say so,” you spoke quietly, but refused to allow your voice to waver. If you had to be cornered emotionally, then dammit, so did he!

“Who would ever like you?” He snarled and leaned in, still holding your chin, until his smirking lips hovered dangerously closely to yours. “Sigh...oh well!” He backed off of you, hands behind his head, “I’ll convince you to work under me one day. The benefits are great~” He skipped off down the hall as if nothing had happened, a child-like grin on his face.

You were left a nervous mess, picking up your clipboard and straightening out your clothes.

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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𝐵𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒

ANYTHING FOR YOU ANON! HERE IS PART 2 OF BLINDED BY YOU! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

And to reiterate! requests are open, be it match-ups or reactions! but make sure it fits with our rules!

Gif not mine! If someone knows who it is please tell me!!!SO I can give credit!!!

Part 1

>Admin 𝕋

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The first time they met, he bumped into her. The second time they met, the boy’s and girl’s volleyball team hung out at a park near the school. Daichi thought it was about high time they got to know their sister team, on a more personal level.

Kageyama thought it was just a waste of time, since he needed to practice his projectile tosses for Hinata. He didn’t have time to folick in a park with a bunch of girls, no sir.

That is, until he saw (y/n) come running to the big group of volleyball players, out of breath and cheeks flushed red. She rested her hands on her knees and panted, trying to catch her breath. She then looked up and waved, “Hi, I’m sorry I’m so late, I got lost.” she explained.

Kageyama heard Hinata chuckled next to him, “Hey, Kageyama, look who it is, your future bride.” he said to him. Kageyama blushed to his neck and grabbed the collar of his shirt, gripping it harshly.

“Keep running your mouth, and I’ll fold you like origami and throw you into a dumpster next to a butcher shop.” Kageyama threatened, and Hinata shuddered. He was definitely not playing around.

“Hey, hey, come on, Kageyama, let’s have some fun, okay?” Dichi came up, putting his hands on both of their shoulders, his glare even scarier than Kageyama’s. He let go of Hinata, who ran to Tanaka and Nishinoya, wanting their protection from the monster that was Kageyama. Daichi smirked to Kageyama and patted him, “Go mingle; everybody else is talking with the other team, you don’t want to be left out, do you?” he asked rhetorically, then left Kageyama to his own devices.

Kageyama looked around and he did indeed see that people were already getting the party started, either talking or playing around with a volleyball. But what intrigued him more, was the fact that (y/n) was standing a little ways away. She was alone, looking at something on her phone. Kageyama knew this was the best time to talk to her.

He knew, but his feet wouldn’t move and he felt like he was going to throw up anytime now. The black haired boy punched his thighs and gulped, don’t be a freaking coward. You're Kageyama, you're a cool guy. Yeah, cool. Swaggy.

Somewhat gaining his confidence back, Kageyama stiffly walked over to where she was. She didn’t see him at first, still looking at her phone and Kageyama knew next to nothing on how to talk to a girl. So, he blurted out the only thing he could think of, “So how blind are you?”

“Excuse me?” she said, sounding offended. Oh my god, Kageyama you’re not cool, you're a rude evil little man who doesn’t know how to talk to girls, you’ve ruined everything-- “Oh! You're the guy I ran into that one day!” she said, suddenly gleaming. Oh thank the lord, she remembered who I am.

“Y-yeah, that’s me. Sorry about that, I didn’t know what to say, I just said what I was thinking.” Kageyama voiced, embarrassed. She giggled at him. Fucking giggled. Is this what angels sound like?

“Oh, it’s no problem since it was you who asked,” somewhere in Kageyama’s conscious, he was dancing on a cloud nine, “and since you asked, yes, I am pretty blind without them. My left eye is a -8 and my right is -9.25.” she explained. Kageyama nodded slowly.

“I have on idea what that means, but I feel like when you have to say ‘negative,’ it must be pretty bad.” she laughed full heartedly this time, and Kageyama knew he wanted to hear that for the rest of his life.

“Yeah, it’s the whole reason why I can’t play volleyball.” she said, suddenly solemn. Kageyama felt a dull ache in his chest, hurt that she was hurt.

“Is that why you decided to be the manager?” he questioned and she nodded.

“Yeah, it was the closest I could get, and it’s pretty fun. I would love to be on the court, and I’m sad that I can’t play with the others, but being there is just as amazing, so I don’t regret my decision.” she said. The wind picked up, her hair blowing in her face. Kageyama breathed in and noticed she smelt of cinnamon apple.

“Why don’t you get goggles? A teammate, Tsukishima, wears them when he plays.” he suggested to her.

“I would, but I don’t have the money to get custom made goggles, especially with the prescription I have.” she bemused. Kageyama stood a little closer to her and gently took her wide rimmed glasses off her face, his fingers lightly caressing her cheeks in the process. He proceeded to put them on and it instantly gave him a headache. He looked around the park and noticed how blurry everything was. He didn’t know a lot about needing glasses, but Kageyama was sure that’s not how glasses work.

He took them off and gave them back to her, an uncomfortable look on his face. “Yeah, those did nothing for me.” he said to her. She smiled at him and all Kageyama saw was hearts and more sparkles and was that cupid?

“That’s because you don’t need them, Mister twenty-twenty vision.” she teased, putting her glasses back on. Kageyama chuckled, his lips shaping into a small smile and this time her heart started to beat faster, a blush coming onto her cheeks.

“What can I say, I have great eyes.” Kageyama poked. And he really did, them being a beautiful dark hue of maybe black or blue, she didn’t know. The girl was about to compliment them, but was suddenly called by the girl’s volleyball captain. She sighed and gazed up to Kageyama, who was already staring at her.

“I guess I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.” she said, disappointed she needed to leave.

“I understand.” Kageyama was equally, if not more, disappointed she had to go. But, before she walked away, the girl tugged Kageyama by the arm, and gave Kageyama a light kiss on his cheek.

“A present, for giving me glasses back when we bumped into each other. See you around.” she whispered to him, close to his ear. She then walked to where the captain was.

Kageyama wasn’t able to form coherent sentences for the rest of the evening.

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#kageyama x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kageyama drabble #haikyuu drabbles #fluff #kageyama tobio #kageyama #ask!#t replies #glasses!reader #reader insert

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theworldinclines · 4 years

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Title: the good, the best

Pairing: Wave/Pang

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Wave has always had a bit of an attention disorder when it comes to Pang. Since the first time he set eyes on Pang back in sophomore year, Wave has had a difficult time keeping them off him. Nothing special has to be happening, either; in the days of the Gifted class, the group could be focused on individual assignments, Pom might be giving a lecture at the front of the room, or really any number of things. But the constant variable was Wave’s attention slipping from whatever actually needed it, to Pang. And that hasn’t changed in the year that’s passed.

“You know as well as us that this is the best solution,” Claire says, like it’s that simple. Her arms are crossed over her chest and it’s obvious that her patience is waning. (Considering Punn’s absence for class, it’s no wonder that she arrived with less than usual to begin with.)

When their leader gives no sign of answering her, Ohm is prompted to say from his place behind Claire’s seat, “Pang, I get it’s hard for you, but this is too risky for us.”

“If I do this, how am I any different from the Director?” Pang asks after a second. He doesn’t look up from the table, unable to meet the eyes of any of his friends, and even only seeing Pang’s profile Wave can tell that he’s moments away from cracking.

“You said it yourself,” Korn points out, to Pang’s right. “We really have this one chance, that’s it.”

Pang doesn’t speak again, and after another beat of charged silence, Wave pushes up out of his chair at the desk to call it. “Clear the room,” he tells the group. “We’ll meet here in five hours to discuss the final plan.”

“Wave,” Ohm begins, but a silencing stare from the other boy makes Ohm shut his mouth. Wave doesn’t often employ his position as unofficial co-leader of the Gifted, but the rest know better than to challenge him when he does. More often than not he’s perfectly content to let Pang take charge, but sometimes, like right now, Pang needs a break. They must sense that, from Pang’s downtrodden expression, because their friends disperse from the storage space without a word. Only Ohm remains for an extra minute to make their presence here invisible, and then he’s gone too.

Wave follows Pang up to the little alcove, where Pang has taken a seat on the pearl armchair by the lockers. He’s quiet, fiddling with the hem of his untucked shirt. Wave lowers himself onto the edge of the orange ottoman across from Pang. He isn’t a stranger to Pang’s occasional moods; especially when issues come up such as this, Wave knows to prepare for an impending storm, even if it’s a small one.

“No one expects you to be the Director,” is the first thing Wave says.

“If I was, we wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with,” Pang answers.

“Pang.”

“I invited in the Anti-Gifted, I didn’t stop them from forming after they decided we’re mutant freaks, and because of that, they planted the bomb that hurt Namtaan and all those teachers.” Pang looks at Wave for the first time all afternoon. “And if I weren’t such a coward, I could’ve stopped Time and prevented him from going rogue too, but I’m so scared to be anything like the Director that it paralyses me.” Wave feels his chest ache at the sound of Pang’s voice catching.

“It isn’t all on you,” he says. “Do you think if anyone here blamed you for what’s happened, they’d still want you to lead?” Wave has said all this probably thrice over in some variation, but Pang never seems to internalise it. This school has done a real number on him, and it kills Wave to see it.

He’s the one who used to put on such a front of unshakable strength, but these days it’s been Pang who tries so hard to appear fearless when he’s so far from it. But that doesn’t make him weak. Wave says this to Pang, because he knows that he needs to hear it.

“I’m not a good leader,” Pang says, after a second.

“You are. And don’t give me any of that about being like the Director, because if you were, Time would be a non-issue right now.” Wave pauses. “And I know tonight’s had you feeling like shit, but you know it’s necessary, right?”

“It’s the chance we’ve been waiting for,” Pang admits, as Korn had mentioned.

“And the circumstances suck, but they are what they are,” Wave says. “They turn themselves in to the admin, Ritdha takes it from there. You aren’t doing anything even close to what the Director would do, Pang.”

“It’s just…”

“I know.” Wave goes quiet, then says, “And you know, I share part of the blame for what happened last year.” Pang looks at Wave, skeptical and disbelieving, and Wave goes on before he can actively protest. “Namtaan was closer to the bomb, sure. But I had you in the room with me; I didn’t want you to… I couldn’t let you leave and not know if you’d make it back.”

“Wave.”

“So you can go on blaming yourself, but it was me too. And more than us, it was the Anti-Gifted for choosing violence,” Wave says pointedly. Pang drops his eyes to his lap, and Wave watches him, as always, waiting. He sees Pang give a slight nod, and a bit of the tightness in his chest loosens. “Let’s tell the rest we’re set.”

Pang follows Wave in standing but takes Wave’s hand before he can go. “You never said… Is what happened with Namtaan why you told me how you felt that night?”

“I… wanted to tell you for a while before that,” Wave manages to say. Even after months he isn’t a fan of all this talk of emotions and it’s likely showing on his red face. “But the bomb was part of the reason. Yeah.”

“I wanted to tell you too,” Pang says, “but there was never a good time…”

“So the night of an explosion was ‘good’?” Wave asks, eyebrows raised, and Pang laughs.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Pang says, tugging Wave by the hand for the stairs. He pauses, though, making Wave bump into his arm at the abrupt stop. “And thanks. For being there, since then. Even before that you were there, and I haven’t thanked you.”

Wave squeezes Pang’s hand. “There’s no need for thanks between us. You know that.”

“Can I elect to change that rule? Cuz I definitely think—”

“Pang.”

Pang nods once dutifully and leans forward to press a kiss to Wave’s forehead. Wave has only just closed his eyes to bask in the feeling when Pang pulls away to give him a small grin.

“All good?”

“I should be asking you that,” Wave points out, giving him a look.

“I’m okay,” Pang says, and the soft, simmering light in his eyes tells Wave that he’s being honest. He gives a pull to the string that connects to Wave’s hat, hanging around to his back now. “Where would I be without your nagging?”

Wave snorts. “Let’s not find out.” Pang’s smirk melts into a dopey smile as Wave rolls his eyes, blushing. “Back door. I’ll take the front.”

“I can’t wait until this is all over and we can just… walk together. As it is, you’ve already stolen my jacket, my fishing hat, my heart—what’s next?”

“I’ll see you tonight,” Wave says in a rush, already halfway out the door. Once he’s out of sight of Pang, Wave stops against the wall to catch a breath. That leader of theirs is seriously going to be the death of him.

I love you, beeps his phone. It’s fortunate Wave had already propped himself against a wall, because otherwise he’d be floored. One would think that after nearly half a year together Wave wouldn’t be so affected by these words, or anything to do with Pang, by now. But no. It’s as earth-shatteringly endearing as it ever was and, Wave knows, the reason as to why his attention has never strayed. It’s Pang. That’s all, always.

Wave returns the sentiment and then stuffs his phone away lest he delve into his hidden gallery of stolen Pang candids. With that, he goes on his way for class and tries not to think about the next time Pang will get caught in his own mind regarding the trepidation toward his abilities, so similar to Director Supot’s.

He hates seeing Pang hurting. But at the least Wave knows that he will be there at his side, the same as he’s been every other time, to remind Pang that he’s good, the best, and that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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Congratulations, DOM! You’ve been accepted for the role of HELENUS. Admin Jen: You have no idea how overjoyed we were to finally receive an application for Helenus, and Dom, you completely blew our expectations out of the water! I thoroughly enjoyed reading about what drew you towards Hugo; your passion really shone through and to see that it wasn’t directed solely towards him but towards so many other characters, it left me so thrilled to see all that your portrayal has to offer -- and it surely didn’t disappoint. The interview was fantastic, but I have to admit, it was the plots that had me sold on your Hugo. They were so intricate and well thought-out and I was living for the duality you explored in Hugo’s relationships with Roman and Halcyon. Trust me when I say that I cannot wait to see it all come to life on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Dom

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | she/her/hers babey!

Activity Level | I mean, I go to college, and I may need a 20 min allowance to freak out over responses, but I’m consistent and enthusiastic.

Timezone | EST

In Character

Character | Helenus / Hugo Kim

What drew you to this character? | Honestly it was the relationship between him and Halcyon, who I know is Hippolyta from a Midsummer’s Night Dream, but struck me - within the context of Troilus and Cressida - reminded me the Greek’s relationship with Helen. This kind of fascination by people towards another person they confuse with the sublime is kind of incredible, and always misunderstanding, and generally tragic. Like Pierre, with Natasha, in War & Peace. I think Anne Carson does the most justice towards characters like Helen by acknowledging them as a characters that cannot be acknowledged - she is too large for those around her, and too large for the text itself (and its author) to understand her completely. For all her brightness, she is shrouded by accidental but inevitable misreading. I’d like to work with that misreading, and I think it would be fun to play with being confused like that.

That being said, I’m also interested in his relationship with Roman Montague. Who if Hippolyta is a sun to Helenus, then Romeo must be a warm spot at home. There exists a potential for a type of softness between them that I think could catalyze a really interesting stronghold for both of them.

I’ve read Troilus and Cressida of course, and all I remember of Helenus was his dual occupation as a priest in a soldier’s camp. He’s barely mentioned or active in the text - He has one line I think, against Troilus in their debate about returning Helen or not, and one off-hand description of him by Panderus in a line-up of men Cressida asks about. He’s not a soldier, and is not expected to fight, nor does Paris (?) arm him I think. The text is never kind to him. It reminds us time and time again that Helenus is not a soldier, and because of that, a coward. I don’t think anyone was supposed to be sympathetic to him until I read your adaptation of him. The line Troilus snipes at him with: “You are but dreams and slumbers, Brother Priest” takes on a much more poignant meaning with Diverona’s new addition of gentleness. It’s not so much an insult, but a reason why Helenus probably won’t last long in this war, the kind person he is now he’ll wake up from someday, him not much more than dream.

Also don’t get me started on debt, and brothers, and goodliness in the face of extreme acts of violence by your own hands.

Excited to work with Easton - Edmund is one of my favorite characters from Shakespeare’s list, and seems like another fun personality to work with. Damned brothers. Maybe Easton’s got some points.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

IT WILL COME BACK:

Even since his brother’s death, he’s been spinning the story. It wasn’t him who pulled the trigger, but the thug. His father, the only other person alive who knows, has retreated into himself. And the Capulets’ are more than ready to help their pastor keep his secret - assigning Albert’s death to a nameless criminal, and keeping the theft of Hugo’s store an uncomplicated, and more importantly, anonymous tragedy. This way Hugo accumulates pathos and stays out of jail. But one day, his father drinking, a slip of the tongue from one of the higher ups - and all of Verona knows the pastor they’ve trusted is guilty of fratricide. It suddenly comes to light that Hugo is Cain, not Abel, and if Hugo can’t even be his brother’s keeper, how can he possibly hope to keep the faith of his congregation?

HACYLON AND ON AND ON:

Hugo admits to himself he has feelings for Roman, the Montague. But with every favor Hacylon asks of him, it cleaves him further and further from his fair-hearted love. If Halcyon is a woman written large, something centric, around which people can’t help but rotate around like she’s the North Star, then though what she asks feels immoral, she’s what must redeem Hugo. She’s what reminds him he belongs in the shadows, not lit by the sweet torch of Roman’s look. Hugo had stumbled what must be miracles, Roman and Halcyon independently, and finds himself too impure in the aftermath. However, when Halcyon asks him to do something that will bring Hugo to the brink of a life already full of wickedness, will he stay his hand?

GO WITH GOD:

Hugo has become comfortable in his dual role as pastor and soldier. Days he can openly denounce what he does in secret at night. Sure, a few people know his secret, like his brothers in arms, and most of the upper forces of the Capulets, but he is working off his debt and soon he’ll be free to try a true repentance. All he’s doing now he can tip the scales back from again, with hard work and prayer for the rest of his life not spent in the Capulet’s debt. He is working off his brother’s labor, and what’s more biblical than that? Then one day the Capulets strongly urge Hugo to start writing into his sermons a Capulet bent, turning his services from neutral arguments for peace to a more propagandistic tint. If preaching and helping others is all that Hugo has left, then what will he offer to not sacrifice that respite?

Some other plot ideas include him getting addicted to Measure by Measure fighting, him overhearing some plot at To Tame a Soup, and Hugo maybe starting his own web of debts, starting with Lawrence.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Of course. If it makes sense.

In Depth

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!)

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

What is your favorite place in Verona? |

If this weren’t a Capulet interview, if this weren’t the first of many an annual interview gauging his psychological state as a soldier, Hugo would have grinned, leaned in close, and joked ‘Measure by Measure.’ He’d only be half-joking of course, and the uncertainty of whether he was telling the truth or not would add the perfect amount of charming deviance to make his conversational partner - probably from his congregation - chuckle nervously and then louder. They’d hit his arm with the same coquettish flavor, and say something about youth pastors being too agreeable nowadays, and they remember when priests were people to be scared of. Not him. God turns the other cheek. And so do the guys getting knocked out in the ring. Haha, joking.

No, but this wasn’t a question from a parishioner, and was an official Capulet interview, so Hugo unfolded his hands with a nervous, you-got-me shrug. “To Tame A Soup. Well - maybe that comes as a surprise. I could’ve said the church.”

He could’ve said the restaurant. A few years ago he would’ve. He loved the wall the lights splattered onto the floor in little bushels of pale, creamy yellow like somewhere to fall asleep in. They’d let cats come in and sleep in the sun pockets, to the shock of some customers. Splattered like his mother onto the floor. He’d scrubbed out the blood, not his father, not the Capulets. He’d seen the white turn pink when the light hit in the morning.

“But what can I say? I love my church as well. I’m as predictable as I seem. I like helping people. Maybe To Tame A Soup was the wrong thing to say. I know it’s in Montague territory, but it’s a good place set up to help the good people of Verona in need. That’s something above territory. It’s esteemed.”

What does your typical day look like?

Hugo nods his head back and forth, like the day’s hypotheticals are rolling out in front of him so he can best read it off. “Well first I have to open the restaurant, which means counting the safe to figure out how much money is in the restaurant before first shifts, filling the register, making first deposit…prep work for breakfast and lunch, all the heavy-duty cleaning, setting up tables — Dad’s still the owner, of course, but after the robbery it’s just easier for me to open, as long as I’m home from school anyways.

“Unless it’s Sunday, which means I’m at church by six to prepare for a seven thirty service and I’ll be there the whole day.

“Otherwise the restaurant keeps me pretty busy… Inventory, cash control, food cost analysis, etc. And in the minutes I can squirrel away to myself, I’m still usually drafting sermons for the next week.” Hugo wonders if his interviewer can hear the envy drifting into his voice. His life sounds boring, normal. He finds himself salivating over what he’s invented for himself, wants to continue listing things that don’t involve blood, or debts, debts paid off by blood. None of what he’s saying is untrue, it’s just separate, distinct. Good, honest work. He takes a breath back to composure.

“I donate whatever time I can but —” Hugo bites his lip. “My day isn’t really my own. I’m mostly where I’m sent.” Nights he doesn’t sleep well. He paces. He cracks his knuckles in a distracted, painful way. Goes out and wanders the streets, watches people silhouette their windows. Catalogues the city into dangers.

“Which is a blessing in and of its own, I suppose. Routine is just another word for complacency. Or so I’ve been told. And in a grander sense, the day is a duty I’m happy to serve.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Oh religion and its capacities for accountability. Guilt. On a more realistic, fundamental level, maybe the mistake had been going away to seminary school. Straying his eye away from his brother. Letting one, two, three years go by with not a single word traded between them. The egotism, the pride of turning to God by turning his back on his family. If he wasn’t being punished, then…maybe it had been thinking any of them, even his family, could escape the conflict that had consumed even the best hidden corners of Verona like air. More literally, if he hadn’t fallen asleep that night, lulled into a demonstrably false sense of safety. He doesn’t blame Albert, victim of a system —

Hugo blinks out of it, shifting in his seat. He looks over his interviewer again. “Biggest mistake. Yes. Hm. I find myself failing on the pulpit. People are scared. And unforgiving. Without remorse, this city’s come to gorging on itself. I think I’ve slipped into preaching — I don’t mean to lecture you — but there’s no room for forgiveness when there’s no impetus to feel remorse for the enemy blood that’s been spilled. I’m not sure how to help Verona see itself as a city of brothers and sisters again. I feel —even worse, I see — the consequences of that failure every day.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

Hugo catches himself, faltered and recovered in an instant. He should know better. The questions seem routine, and he knows he knows how to keep it together.

“I guess it would depend on what we define as something capable of asking. Who asked what of me? God? My brother? The gun, that had the trigger? My mother? Did she ask of me, in heaven? You of course know what happened. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, I’m just trying to understand the question.” Halcyon?

Keep it general. Keep it a parable. Lessons of moral inequality are never unexpected from him, and seem to put people at ease.

“Verona asks me to walk a difficult path every day. And Verona asks we go nowhere for help. The city has built itself so that no one leaves the same way they came in. I don’t know if that’s the most difficult thing asked of me - or of you - but it’s the most prominent.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

A soft smile. Hugo thinks about Halcyon, and from her lips sweet as antifreeze, new marching orders. “Of course any endorsement of war would be immoral. Blood waters tragedy. That’s not saying anything new.” It hits him that a smile might not have been appropriate.

“But I don’t think it’s traitorous to admit either. I’m loyal to the Capulets, that’s never been in question. Leaders who discourage complicated emotion towards violence in their name should employ animals, loyal only to violence, not men. The Capulets have given me the gift of loyalty by accepting me into their ranks ..no matter the reason.. and that alone cements my allegiance, even if I don’t always agree with…all this.”

“War, more than anything, is a set of volatile conditions.” Hugo focuses on his hands, moving them in a haphazard pattern, an airplane crash. “I’m realistic enough, neutral enough — and I guess some might mistake that for ambivalence, but — I’m realistic enough to question who of us will survive it, especially those of us small enough our stepping on will go unnoticed. Little ants in the atomic blast. I’m trying to say, the flock, especially, is who I’m worried about, not so much the lions laying down with them. Even me.” He smiles again.

#accepted: helenus #accepted

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sequoiann · 6 years

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✎ it’s ya girl denise !!!!! and guess what!! yes it’s already in the header but hfsdk i’ve hit my first anniversary!!! it’s crazy that i’ve actually sustained my account for a year! im rly so so grateful tht i’ve built up this… thing…. :^) the tumblr fam + the friends ive made through this acc was a hugeee part of my 2017, and im sure it’d be an even bigger part of my 2018 ! i’d like to thank everyone for being willing to read my pile of bullcrap tht i pour out of my head, ive said this before n i’ll say it again: i never ever imagined tht i’ll have a successful writing acc on here! i’ve tried writing on other platforms (like wattpad) before but it nv rly worked out well long-term bc it became a chore for me to post n update my stories…. but it’s never like tht on tumblr bc of you sweet buttercups!!! thnk u all for constantly reminding me to take care of myself n for checking in on me randomly nd !!! for keyboard smashing your souls out + screaming @ me when i post content!! every little action you guys do rly impacts me a lot, n even when u guys just come by n drop a msg in my inbox my heart just combusts n 💞💛🚨💎💗💥💘‼ (okay enough yapping)

i honestly dont know how follow forevers work but ! i’d like to mention people tht hv, in one way or another, helped me to keep this account going! i cant mention e v e ry o n e but do know tht as long as you’ve made a single note on my dash or hv positive views on my content, you’d be in this list if i cld fit everyone!! i love you all and thnk u so much for everything!

💛: scroll 2 the bottom for a msg! 💗: bithc i’d fling myself out of the solar system for you ilysdm wth ⛅: i actl stalk ur page every few days n send in anon asks bc im a coward but haa thnk u 4 being an inspiration to humanity 💫: we dont talk a lot yet but i absolutely adore ur content!!! n i hope you’re well n happy bc u deserve all the love u can get !

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@dumbbelle 💛 @dreamingseventeen 💛 @gyuofficial 💫 @hansolmates 💗 @hoshidotcom 💫 @hyungwon 💫 @hxshi 💫 @honeywonu 💗 @jeongahn 💗 @joshsua 💫 @jiso2 💗 @jeong-hanie 💫 @joshpup 💗 @johshuas 💫 @jeonghney 💫 @kristian-do 💗 @kingyu97 💛 @kwoncity 💗 @lxveille 💗 @myungho ⛅ @neoyeppuda 💛 @oatmealupdates 💗

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❥ @boosoonhao

love!!! okay hello hngh we hvnt talked the most yet but i dont think i’ve expressed my utmost love for you enough so yes let me tell you how much i l o v e your content, plus u post quality works so often it makes my little heart so !!! content !!! im not sure when you made your account n i think i discovered your blog a little late but thnk u for your effort in everything you do, u rly inspire me to keep working on my drafts :”) i lov you n i hope we get closer this year! even if im an awkward ass!

❥ @choco-seventeen

chOcoOooO oh choco my juliet hskjdf hi it’s my annoying ass here to bother u again with my over-the-top affection for u!!!! you rly were one of the blogs tht made me start my own writing blog, n even when i did i nv knew i’d ever talk to u?? maybe through anon heuk but i rly thought u’d be tht holy figure up there tht i’ll never reach! i mean u are still tht holy figure but thnk u for being so friendly n nice n cute n for bcoming a friend 2 me!!! i lov u so much + okay pfft your works pffttt i wnt to frame them up in gold n hang them in my living hall wadafack bih

❥ @caratvocals

oh look another one of my inspirations whom motivated me to start out making fake texts!! kura my love hello !!! i knw we hvnt talked a lot in the recent months…? but my appreciation n love for u still ! remains ! the same !! i love your bubbly n kind personality n it’s rly similar to seokmin’s…. you’re the sun tht never goes out! thnk u for spouting random cute words bc wow thAT shiT you do makes me so soft n your texts??? my honey your texts are so legit i cackle whenever i read them !! i never know how you make them so realistic but i’d like to thank you for putting so much effort into your work ; n your scenarios omg when u released your first fic i wanted to roll in the grass n scream ! it was so good, the chan apocalypse one and the jeonghan day 27 (? i think?) one! i lov all your works basically, thnk u for being so inspiring n cute n for being yourself i lov u !!!

❥ @chillihansol

hanni hanni hanni HANNI !!! my virtual sister! the loml !!! i’ve got so many things to thank you for honestly, you’ve been tht pillar of support for me whenever my mind is just going haphazard ! n u always try to help whenever sth comes up n ure so kind abt everything i wna migrate to where u live omf // + i’ve seen u improve in your writing so much in such a short period of time i am shook tbh wht kind of black magic are u doing ?? ok but im so grateful to hv met u omg when i think abt u i honestly just…… burst into ugly tears bc wht did i ever do in my past life to deserve you ilysdm thnk u for coming into my life n staying here through all my bullsht

❥ @dumbelle

my ring ring ding a ling!!! my disney princess !!!! i love you so much do i need to say anything more!!! thnk u for always checking in on me with cute lil msgs n chatting w my boring ass ! you’re so sweet n kind n so crazy n wow i love crazy :^)) you’ve been posting such unique content on your blog…. i mean the moodboards + the speech text bubbles + the cute lil scenarios below tht?? wht the heck tht is so cute ???? the first time i saw one of your moodboard i started chuckling 2 myself @ the dinner table n i wnted to shove the fork down my throat is2g ok ilyssm

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feesha!! i rmb when you were still tht f anon tht i met indirectly through clar n lani, n you lil shits wouldnt tell me who u are !!! tht was a funny experience im not gna lie but tht aside, thnk u for always showing your support in my works + being my lil chat buddy!! you brighten up my days so much, sometimes u randomly pop into my inbox when im feeling under the waeather n it just… rly…. makes me smile n then sob in 54 languages bc i lov u n i hv done nothing to deserve everything u do for me n i just…. i just love u ok pls stay in my life ilyily

❥ @dreamingseventeen

yEt another one of my senpais ! my inspiration 2 write!!!! i’ve loved your works ever since i discovered cos, it’s rly one of the fics tht i rmb every detail abt bc i reread it everytime it fades from my dory memory!! i feel so honored tht i got to talk to n be friends with succch an amazing author like you, n i love how you’re just so sincere n genuine in everything tht u do! thnk u for supporting me + encouraging me when im hesitant to do stuff, im so grateful for you and i love you ! i hope you keep writing (although your cat walks all over you n your desktop kekk how cute), pls do rmb to stay healthy !!

❥ @neoyeppuda

i’d really want to make 2 separate dedis to the both of u clar n lani but this post is getting toooo long so i’ll try to be concise but at the same time (hopefully) be able to tell u 2 how much i love u!!! the both of u hv been supporting me for a while n i heard abt you guys a lot before, n when yall came into my inbox i shrieked when i found out tht it was the admins of neoyeppuda like woa i feel like a celebrity just noticed me?? the same feeling i got with choco when i interacted w her for the first time! thnk u both for being so sweet n kind n crazy with me, im so thankful tht the both of u are my friends :^) lani you’re so damn beautiful both inside out n i hope u dont forget tht, i knw things may be hard but it’ll get better - talk to me whenever alright ♡ clar you’re the adorablest fluffiest person ever ilysm thnk u for always hitting my soft spots haaaa :”))) i hope 2018 goes well for the both of u, n pls take care!

❥ @paintedshua

sophie!!! my lovely lavendar soap bar! i think you’d be able to expect wht i wna say already but thnk u for chatting with me at random times of the day / night abt random ass topics tht come off your head (or maybe mine?) ! it makes me so happy tht we’re able to talk so… calmly abt crazy topics n talk so crazily abt calm topics….. i dont think tht made sense but yes u get it hnghh thnk u for building this friendship with me! one tht i treasure with all my heart n soul!!! i hope you continue having happiness n bliss in your life bc u obviously deserve all the good u can get

❥ @soongyuz

priya!!!! wow i can write a freaking 87439-word essay for u bc i think?? tht you’ve been my longest (i dont think tht this is the correct term but) mutual? you’ve been here as heart anon, and let me tell you!!! those days!!! i wasn’t in the best emotional condition (?? ok this doesnt sound right too buT lets move on) then n your heart anon asks were so cute n so innocent n just so!! full of marshmallows n rainbow sprinkles !!! n then a priya emerged from tht n im so damn grateful tht you’ve been with me for so long, thnk u for absolutely everything tht you’ve done for me, i love u so much ♡ i hope you arent too stressed abt school + i hope ure taking care of yourself!

#omg this whole thing is longer than my graded essays hsfdkjh #i rly rly hope i didnt miss anyone bc i spent 3 days on making this #bc tumblr kept screwing up the tags ha #n yes tht's bretman in the header bc i love that bith #ohshit idk wht to tag this under so um #f: announcements #i wanted to write to so many other people but i didnt know i'd write this much for each person so the ppost is rly just too!! long!!#n i dont wnt to crash anyone's app hsdjkf im sorry if it does!! i put the read more divider all the way at the top so hopefully tht #would #minimize crashes #btw thnk u everybody for everything!!#i love u all!

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daily-dose-of-anime-imagines · 7 years

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First off, love you and your work :3 Second, could you please do a scenario where Kisame and his F!s/o run into her ex? At first it's somewhat ok until Kisame steps aside to do something really quick and then her ex just completely slaps her in the face, claiming she was a slut and cheated. How would Kisame handle this?

Oh, hello! Thank you! ❤️

Of course, I’d write it! However, I’m not completely comfortable with writing that the ex-boyfriend slapped her, but I’d (hopefully) write it in a way that you’d enjoy reading it. Enjoy! Also, thank you for requesting Kisame! I love his character!

(WARNING! There’s violence in this scenario!)

Kisame Hoshigaki And His F! S/o Running Into Her Ex

It was a sunny day and you and your boyfriend, Kisame Hoshigaki, decided to go out and have some fun like “the normal couples”. This was yours and Kisame’s little inside joke. You’ve always known that you and Kisame aren’t “a normal couple”. You were unique in your own way. And you loved that and you love Kisame more than you’ve ever loved another man.

The day started beautifully. You and your man, holding hands and talking. You were laughing at his jokes and he was admiring you. And just then you heard someone calling you.

“Y/N! Y/N!”- You recognized this voice and froze on the spot. You let go of Kisame’s hand and turned around. You were right - that’s your ex boyfriend.

“Oh, hello!” - You greeted him out of politeness. Your heart was racing like crazy - Your relationship with your ex was a thing you didn’t want to remember. Kisame knew about your past relationship but he didn’t know this is your ex standing before you two.

“Hey, what’s up?” - You hated how his voice sounds. You hated the way he looked at you. You hated everything about this man. But you were glad that Kisame’s here. You’ve always known how big of a coward your ex is. I mean, what kind of a man would physically and emotionally abuse a woman? As long as Kisame’s here, this guy won’t do or say anything.

“Nothing much” - You replied.

“Babe, I’m going over there. I saw a friend of mine.” - Kisame informed you. You nodded. But little did you know that Kisame sensed that something’s wrong and decided to step aside so he can see what will happen.

Your ex quietly watched as Kisame disappeared in the crowd. A second later he turned back to you with the most grossly evil smile that can appear on a man’s face. You took a deep breath, feeling your body getting filled up with anger, fear, and disgust all at the same time. You felt his hands grabbing yours as he pulled you closer to him. You tried to fight him but you just couldn’t. Your brain was fighting but your body froze. You were just praying that Kisame would come back.

“Long time no see…right, whore?” - He whispered in your ear. You closed your eyes, trying to stop the echoing of these words. You’ve heard him calling you names so many times before and it took you so long to recover from all of this. - “Now I see. You little dirty cheater! So this is the idiot you cheated on me with?! This..freak? This monster?! Was it good? Huh? Was it, whore? Did he screw you well?!”

“Stop! I’ve never cheated on you!” - You screamed in his face. Your wrists started hurting. He grunted and raised his hand.

“How many times have a told you not to raise your voice at me?!” - You were sure he was going to hit you, so you closed your eyes. But the hit never came. You heard your ex scream in pain and when you opened your eyes you saw Kisame standing over him. Your ex was now on the ground, holding his arm and swinging back and forth and his face was distorted in pain.

“Next time pick someone in your category.” - Kisame said. You smiled at him. Your lips moved saying “thank you” but no sound came out. You saw your ex getting up and you took a step back. The man stood before Kisame still holding his arm.

“Why are you protecting this whore?! Don’t you know she’s a cheater? And a liar?” - Kisame nodded his head and the next thing he did was to hit your ex right across his mouth. Blood started dripping all over your ex’s clothes.

“Don’t you dare talk about y/n this way! You made a huge mistake, pal. You should’ve never come to her today. What kind of man are you? You are nothing more of a excuse for a man who thinks that he can hurt women. And guess what? Today is the day that you are going to get what you deserve.” - Kisame spoke so calmly but you knew what was going to happen.

“Oh, look. The monster spoke like he’s a hero!” - Your ex mocked Kisame but the tall man laughed it out.

“Exactly. And now, you’re about to see what a monster can do!” - You knew your ex won’t last long against Kisame but you never expected that just two hits would be enough to scare him away. The second he ran away, your boyfriend came to hug you.

“Thank you” - You whispered. You hated violence. But you didn’t want to stop Kisame from beating your ex up… This man deserved it.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I’m sorry you had to go through all of this. I’m sorry that you had to witness this. But I couldn’t just let him go. He needed to taste his own medicine. He needed to know the feeling of being overpowered. He needed to finally let it to his brain that he should never come near you ever again. I know how much you hate violence. But I had to do this.” - As Kisame spoke, he stroked your hair and kissed your head.

“Thank you” - You said again. And honestly, this is all you could say to him. He smiled at your words.

“C’mon. Let’s go home. I’ll make some tea and we will watch a movie.”

“And we are going to cuddle, right?” - You finally smiled and looked at him. You just love this man and how caring he is.

“And we are going to cuddle.” - He confirmed and wrapped his hand around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

A/N: I’m so, so sorry this took so long! Tumblr never showed a notification that I have received this! Feel free to request again if you enjoy my work! Thank you for the request!

-Admin Lexy💞

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otomayo · 3 years

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Okay but, the suspects playing Among Us is quite a tho(ugh)t

Beckett:

Good crewmate, gets his tasks done

But WOULD troll

“How do I use the vents like Zax did?”

Randomly follows one of the others or stand on the vents just to freak them out

Is he crewmate? Is he imposter? Hard to tell cause he acts the same either way

The kind of imposter everyone would think about but there’s no evidence and it seems a bit TOO easy...

But they would feel dumb afterwards when he manages to kill everyone

Especially when they thought he was fixing the oxygen at O2 so they leave him to it until they realise the timer ran out

Leaf:

Will overanalyse EVERYTHING like he always does

“You’d only leave medbay with your character facing right if you used the vent”

Stays clear of everyone like he always does

Never goes to electrical, even if he has like three tasks there

Abuses the hell out of the lights as imposter

Spends a lot of time in vents

Doesn’t make convincing arguments, would be found out pretty early

“Where were you?” “I was at admin.” “What task were you doing?” “A task in admin.” “You don’t say.”

July:

Would probably stream it and play with her viewers in-between music production

Sometimes forgets to mute so when she gets killed or gets a kill her exclamations make it pretty obvious what happened

When she got her first kill she was like, “Oh my Saints, I didn’t think I could get away with that!”

“Jules...”

And then she realises. Oops

Run in circles around the cafeteria table after she finishes her tasks

Gets very caught up as an imposter

Will focus too much on chasing someone and end up killing them in front of others

“Rhys...RHYS! Get back here I only want to talk, honestly!”

Halt:

Playing the game is a different kind of stress for him

For one, he absolutely hates the reactor task cause either he presses the wrong button or a meeting happens and he has to do that again

And swiping a card does not need to be this difficult

*enters electrical* “This is where I die” *finishes tasks and leaves still very much alive* “...”

*entrance gets blocked* “Do it coward” *nothing happens* “...”

“Beckett just vented” “Sounds a little ‘sus’, Uncle :/” *gets voted off* “...”

Playing on computer is a hassle and on a phone there’s no voice chat so normally he doesn’t say much unless someone asks where he’s been

Has a little more luck as imposter but not by much

When he manages to trap someone he spam vents before killing them

Zaxary:

Good lil’ crewmate, is trying his best

Always follow a buddy system! Except when it comes to Beckett

“Beckett...what are you doing? Stop standing so close to me” “I just want to fix the wires :)” “There’s no wires in reactor!”

Would hold emergency meetings to make sure who’s still alive

Gets voted off when he does

The frequent target of Beckett’s trolling

Joins July in going around the cafeteria table after tasks are done

Doesn’t like being imposter, at all

“Guys please vote me off :(“

Marin:

Plays it the least often, considers it a waste of time but joins in after a lot of convincing

Most likely to die in the first round

Has a LOT a shit to say in the ghost chat

“Lewis....LEWIS, you saw him kill me, if you don’t speak up about Halt I will personally confiscate those headphones of yours during work hours”

Tends to spend the game chillin’ in security in between tasks, ends up watching July and Beckett dancing in the hallways

Being the imposter isn’t much different for her

She’ll still hang around in security BUT if someone also wants the cameras she can kill them and cover the body so others can’t see

Actually the others will suspect her with the excuse that she’s been alive for too long

And at that she can only think about better things she could’ve been doing than this

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