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darkstar225 · 10 months

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Twice's 10th member being lifted like Simba in TTT Crime Scene (lol)

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but end of semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend ArasMar-Sama that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Ooh can I make a request? Where y/n is so tiny that we literally can fit in the box where it was a little larger around 140~ and when time to twice crime scene where the y/n is the killer and there's ending there where twice or one of the members said 'jail time' or whatever and pick up the y/n and walk out from the scene and it was uploaded and the comment laugh at it and they react at it and y/n is embarrassed which kinda cute and twice adore her. oh right when twice lift y/n they lift like the Simba one

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The room was full of excitement as TWICE prepared for their latest episode of "TWICE Crime Scene." Cameras were rolling, lights were shining, and the members were in their element, ready to solve a thrilling mystery. Among the cast was Y/N, the youngest and tiniest member of TWICE, measuring in at just around 140cm. She was used to being small, and grown accustomed to the jokes and playful teasing from her fellow sisters, but she took it all in stride. After all, her petite stature had its perks. She could easily hide behind objects during missions and go unnoticed, giving her an advantage in their detective endeavours. As the show began, the members gathered around the crime scene, a dimly lit room with scattered clues and evidence. TWICE's angel's eyes widened with curiosity as she observed the scene, mentally preparing herself to tackle the mystery that lay before her.

The investigation unfolded with the members carefully examining each piece of evidence, sharing theories, and occasionally engaging in playful banter. But little did they know, Y/N had a secret agenda of her own. Unbeknownst to her unnies, she had committed the crime they were trying to solve. She had created an elaborate plan, carefully orchestrating every detail to ensure her innocence would go undetected. She had skillfully framed an unknown culprit, leaving behind a trail of false leads and planted evidence. And now, as TWICE pieced together the puzzle, she silently revelled in her success.

The tension in the room grew palpable as the girls narrowed down their suspect list. Suspicion fell on various individuals, but Y/N remained calm and composed. She skillfully diverted attention away from herself, subtly nudging the investigation in a different direction whenever she sensed danger. Finally, the moment arrived when TWICE members found out the truth, and their attention turned to the maknae. Gasps filled the room as the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, revealing her as the mastermind behind the crime. Causing all of the members to scream Jail time! feigning seriousness while trying to stifle their laughter.

But they all failed as the group burst into fits of laughter, their amusement echoing through the room. But instead of recoiling in embarrassment, Y/N couldn't help but giggle with them. The cameraman captured the lighthearted moment, zooming in as Nayeon approached the youngest. With a mischievous smile, she lifted Y/N into the air, mimicking the iconic Simba scene from The Lion King (lmao, I loved this request since I first read it). The room erupted in applause and laughter, the cameraman capturing the joyful scene in all its glory. As the episode concluded, it was uploaded to the TWICE YouTube channel, where fans eagerly awaited their favourite girl group's latest adventure. The comments section quickly filled with laughter and adoration for Y/N's mischievous antics.

Days later, during a live broadcast, the members decided to address the episode's ending and the fans' reactions. TWICE's clever girl, as they started calling her after the episode, blushed furiously as the comments scrolled across the screen, filled with playful teasing and admiration for her tiny stature and quick thinking. As she took note no one would forget this, she shyly mumbled an answer.

Y/N - Nayeon unnie, did you have to lift me like that?

Nayeon, the member who had hoisted her kid triumphantly in the air, grinned mischievously.

Nayeon - Of course! You were the star of the show, honey! We couldn't resist showing off our adorable little mastermind!

The live broadcast continued with TWICE members interacting with their fans, addressing comments, and sharing behind-the-scenes stories from their "TWICE Crime Scene" episode. Y/N, although still slightly embarrassed, couldn't help but feel a warm sense of appreciation and love from both her groupmates and the fans. Especially after Jihyo started speaking with her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Jihyo - Baby, you were absolutely brilliant in the episode! I couldn't believe you managed to outsmart all of us. You're a natural-born detective!

The maknae's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as she shyly thanked her "mama" for the kind words. It was moments like these that made her realize how lucky she was to be a part of TWICE, a group of incredibly talented and supportive individuals who embraced her uniqueness. Mina chimed in, her voice filled with fondness.

Mina - You know, darling, your petite size and quick thinking make you even more adorable. It's like having a little secret weapon on our team.

The rest of the members nodded in agreement, each sharing their own anecdotes and favourite moments from the "TWICE Crime Scene" episode. The live chat exploded with heartwarming comments, filled with praise, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of love for Y/N (they're a fan club already lol). Said girl, although initially embarrassed by the attention, couldn't help but feel a warm glow in her heart. She had always been the youngest and smallest in the group, but at that moment, she realized that her unique qualities were not only accepted but cherished by her fellow members and fans.

As the live broadcast came to an end, Y/N reflected on the whirlwind of emotions she had experienced. From the excitement of the "TWICE Crime Scene" episode to the unexpected turn of events and the overwhelming support from her groupmates and fans, it had been an unforgettable journey. Walking off the set, she found herself surrounded by the sisters, enveloping her in a warm group hug. They whispered words of encouragement and gratitude, reminding her that she was an essential part of the team.

Dahyun - You're our little star, sweetheart, never forget that.

The younger girl smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She knew she had found her place, amongst a group of talented, supportive, and loving individuals who cherished her for exactly who she was. And as she basked in the love and laughter of TWICE, she realized that her petite size was not a limitation but a gift. It had brought her closer to her fellow members, and it had endeared her to the hearts of thousands of fans around the world. The look in her eyes made the girls surrounding her only have one thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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POV: Lizzie is your new boss and you can't keep thinking straight. (maybe this could evolve into a drabble series🫢)

You stepped into the cozy meeting room where Lizzie had the first one on one meeting with you. Her brand new marketing manager. She was sipping casually from her macchiato, leaving a steamy and hot circle of foam above her upper lip. You felt a tension growing inside you when you saw how her tongue discretely sweeped away the white cloud of the remnants of coffee. Even when she does something as small as this, you have to focus on keeping your composure and not imagine her tongue somewhere else. She can't spot how insanely she compelled you.

Lizzie welcomes you with a firm handshake, her rings touching your fingers, slightly giving you goosebumps on your arms.

'Oh it's you Y/N, come have a seat please.'

You just sheepisly say yes and sit down in font of this godess you call your boss.

For a while she talks about your agenda for this quarter and explains what she expects from you and finishes:

'But I am confident you will excel with this whole campaign.' -she flashes those white teeths for a second with a knowing look, stands up and slightly swaying that perfect hip she walks up to the meeting board to draw something on it with a marker.

'Thank you, I can assure you I'll do my best to lead your department towards success.' you sit back a little taking in Lizzie from behind. Her light brown locks dance on her back as she draws a diagram and all you can imagine is Lizzie getting very close to you, almost touching you but teasing you without touch. Your fantasies wander further, making you squirm a little on the chair. You imagine Lizzie's head between your thighs, her fingers expertly tracing your legs locking her gaze with yours. She sensually leans in to lick you through your panties, driving you mad with want.

Lizzie dived in explaining her plans furher and realized you trailed off. 'I can see you are already thinking very hard about those famous strategies.' she raised her eyebrows folding her toned arms.

' I uh..I am really sorry Miss Maximoff.' you manage to babble something out and you suddenly feel your cheeks burning. This woman will be the death of you. How are you supposed to think straight when her gaze disarms you in a second?

'No problem..you can make this up to me later.' she said with a smirk and closed her laptop and gathered her notebook and glasses from the table. ' Oh and you can call me Lizzie'.

#lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #fanfic #lizzie olsen x you

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morallyinept · 6 months

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Shoot: GQ Mexico, Oct 2018

Photographer: Nino Muñoz

Interviewer: José Forteza

Grooming: Unconfirmed

Full interview, behind the scenes, outtakes & shoot photographs below. 👇🏻

Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist

• Magazine Clippings.

• Original Magazine Photos.

• Full Interview, originally translated from Spanish by myself. Spanish version below translated version.

A fan of Batman, a lover of men's fashion and a good watch, the story of Pedro Pascal is one of those rare in Hollywood. The truth is that, at 43 years old, the actor of Chilean origin is one of the most sought after at the moment. For example, his agenda is full of events and releases between now and the end of 2019 (the Wonder Woman sequel among them), and, of course, his recent association with Cartier.

When he was about to turn 40, Pedro Pascal decided to help a theatre student who was rehearsing for an audition, as the Chilean told host Seth Meyers on The Late Night Show. It was about a character named Oberyn Martell, who would be part of the fourth season of one of the most successful television series of all time: Game of Thrones. Without hesitation, Pascal also decided to appear at the casting because “I was a big fan. I read the script and it was amazing. Oberyn was about 30 years old, had eight daughters, was a womanizer. It was perfect for me!" he said on that occasion.

What he never saw coming is that not only would he keep the role, but from that moment on his discreet career would take a 180-degree turn, putting him in the spotlight and establishing him as one of the darling faces of Hollywood.

“It's very rare that you get the opportunity to play a character as powerful as mine in the series, a role that even the writers themselves love. Seven episodes were enough for my career to change completely,” he told us exclusively.

London was the perfect setting for us to meet the actor. That accessibility and charisma that radiates on screen, as well as on red carpets and galas, takes him beyond the spotlight, into his daily life. This makes him a peculiar guy and completely distinguishes him from many of his colleagues, who do not hesitate to climb onto the throne of divas.

Although perhaps this attitude is due to the fact that getting to where he is today was not an easy thing. His may seem like a story similar to that of many immigrants, and it was, at least in the beginning. During the first years of the Chilean military dictatorship, in 1976, his family went into exile in Denmark. A year later, his father received a job offer in the United States and so they arrived in North America. “I can tell you that being born in Chile helped me be who I am now. Having the perspective of another culture has always been something very special to me,” he says.

He grew from a child to a teenager as he moved between Texas and California. That was where he forged his childhood and personality, studying in public schools and waiting for the weekends to go with his father to San Antonio Spurs games and concerts, such as The Police. It was also thanks to his father that he discovered his greatest passion, cinema.

“He was an inveterate movie buff. One of the first movies I saw on the big screen was Superman. I remember going to the bathroom and when I came back I went into a different room. In the end, my parents found me asleep during the credits of Kramer vs. Kramer. My sister had to tell me what had happened in the superhero film and I did the same with the story of Dustin Hoffman and Meryl Streep,” he recalls with a laugh.

“Since we're talking about the histrionic section, which actor do you admire the most?” I ask him, and without hesitation, Pascal responds that he doesn't have one person he admires the most, “but I do have a list of people whose work I find phenomenal. I generally fall in love with interpretations. One of them is Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of the best of my generation and who was even like a father to a large community of my theatre friends in New York. Losing him was painful. Javier Bardem and Penélope Cruz are the most talented couple on the planet.”

Pedro Pascal's story becomes different when he begins to explore the world of acting. In the 90s, his family decided to return to Chile, but he chose to pursue his dream and enrol to study drama at the Orange County High School of the Arts and the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. When he took flight to try his luck in entertainment in more than one variant, he was a waiter in the Big Apple, in addition to scoring a job as an exotic dancer in Madrid, as he declared to an Iberian television space...

But that is only anecdotal, for bringing down from the cloud (back down to earth) those who believe that everything is easy in a great race. His film resume began to include series titles such as The Good Wife, Homeland and Graceland, until the great HBO production Game of Thrones came into his hands. We all know the rest.

Given the immensity of a shoot like this, we cannot miss the opportunity to question what has been the most demanding project to date. The answer surprises us: “Each job has its rigor, but Narcos was very particular because it was filmed on location and not on an air-conditioned set. That is why the series is great, because the character of the Colombian landscape, its people and its places cannot be replicated,” he reveals.

There is no doubt that his big break, in terms of global recognition, came with the Pablo Escobar story according to Netflix. Agent Peña made Pascal what is known as “a popular actor” of those that fans imitate and desire. But to his resume it is also necessary to add Agent Marcus Pike in The Mentalist, as well as the films The Great Wall (2016), where he shared credits with Matt Damon and Willem Dafoe, and Kingsman: The Golden Circle, one of the films which was highest grossing of 2017.

Continuing with his career, last July he released The Equalizer 2, where he appears alongside Denzel Washington. His character is a former member of the army and part of the special operations team, which required him to train with an FBI officer and sniper.

But let's stop talking about the past and focus on the future, which looks quite promising for Pedro: Triple Frontier, a new film for Netflix (named after the border between Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina) is one of the projects that brings under the arm and in which actors of the calibre of Ben Affleck, Oscar Isaac, Charlie Hunnam and Garrett Hedlund also participate; and, of course, we will also see him in the highly anticipated Wonder Woman 1984. Pascal had already worked before, on a project that never reached the production phase, with director Patty Jenkins. That's why they called him to be part of the cast. “I can't tell you much about it, only that it will be spectacular. “That's all!” he reveals with a laugh. The film, which promises to be a blockbuster at the box office, is scheduled to be released in the winter of 2019.

“Since we are wandering in the field of comics, who is your favourite superhero?” I ask. “Batman! He's a temperamental bastard who doesn't follow the rules and who's also a millionaire," he replies. The Chilean also confesses to us that, in real life, his sister is his favourite heroine because "I wouldn't be where I am now if it weren't for her."

Thanks to this arduous schedule, there will be many red carpets that the actor will walk on between now and the end of next year. And that brings us to another chapter that he has had to write and that has to do with fashion. Pedro Pascal is one of the most scrutinized influencers today, he is one of those who are aware of the guidelines and follow them, but always with a personal note. There is also his presence in campaigns for brands in the luxury industry, such as now that he was signed by Cartier as their ambassador for one of their most precious pieces: the Santos watch.

“I am passionate about men's fashion. I have too many other vices for fashion to be one too (laughs), but it is a section that I deeply admire since it gives me the opportunity to express myself through it,” he clarifies. “I couldn't pass up the opportunity to represent a brand as beloved and elegant as Cartier, that's why I decided to accept this collaboration,” he continues.

But what are the elements that Santos and Pedro Pascal have in common? Without a hint of a doubt, the actor states that he would like to believe that it is as strong and elegant as said piece. “Watches are very symbolic and have different meanings for everyone. I like the individuality of wearing one. Maybe for someone it is the means to check the time, but for another it reminds them of that special person who gave it to them. It can express simplicity and extravagance, be barely noticeable or draw all the attention,” he shares. When talking about the basics of his closet, he says he is happy with an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt “that feels like pyjamas,” because he has learned from his characters that comfort is something basic.

Thanks to his origin, history and the way he conducts himself today, Pedro Pascal is a particular type, one of those that is rarely seen in the Mecca of Cinema.

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In Spanish as originally published:

Aficionado de Batman, amante de la moda masculina y de un buen reloj, la historia de Pedro Pascal es una de esas poco habituales en Hollywood. Lo cierto es que, a sus 43 años, el actor de origen chileno es uno de los más solicitados del momento. Para muestra está su agenda, repleta de eventos y lanzamientos de aquí a finales de 2019 (la secuela de Wonder Woman entre ellos), y, por supuesto, su reciente asociación con Cartier.

Cuando estaba por cumplir 40 años, Pedro Pascal decidió ayudar a un estudiante de teatro que ensayaba para una audición, según lo narró el chileno al presentador Seth Meyers en The Late Night Show. Se trataba de un personaje de nombre Oberyn Martell, el cual formaría parte de la cuarta temporada de una de las series de televisión más exitosas de todos los tiempos: Game of Thrones. Sin dudarlo, Pascal decidió también presentarse al casting pues “era un gran fan. Leí el guion y era asombroso. Oberyn tenía cerca de 30 años, ocho hijas, era un mujeriego. ¡Era perfecto para mí!”, aseguró en aquella ocasión. Lo que nunca vio venir es que no sólo se quedaría con el papel, sino que a partir de ese momento su discreta trayectoria daría un vuelco de 180 grados, poniéndolo en el candelero e instalándolo como uno de los rostros consentidos de Hollywood. “Es muy raro que llegue a tus manos la oportunidad de interpretar a un personaje tan poderoso como el mío en la serie, un papel que incluso los propios escritores aman. Bastaron siete episodios para que mi carrera cambiara completamente”, nos aseguró en exclusiva.

Londres fue el escenario perfecto para que nos encontráramos con el actor. Esa accesibilidad y carisma que irradia en la pantalla, así como en las alfombras rojas y galas, las lleva más allá de los reflectores, a su día a día. Esto lo convierte en un tipo peculiar y lo distingue por completo de muchos de sus colegas, quienes no dudan en treparse en el trono de divos. Aunque quizás esta actitud se deba a que llegar a donde se encuentra hoy en día no fue cosa sencilla. La suya puede parecer una historia similar a la de muchos inmigrantes, y lo fue, al menos en los inicios. Durante los primeros años de la dictadura militar chilena, en 1976, su familia partió al exilio en Dinamarca. Un año después, su padre recibió una oferta de trabajo en Estados Unidos y así llegaron a Norteamérica. “Te puedo decir que haber nacido en Chile me ayudó a ser quien soy ahora. Tener la perspectiva de otra cultura siempre ha sido algo muy especial para mí”, declara. Pasó de niño a adolescente mientras se movía entre Texas y California.

Ahí fue donde forjó su infancia y personalidad, estudiando en colegios públicos y esperando los fines de semana para ir con su padre a los partidos de los San Antonio Spurs y a conciertos, como el The Police. Fue también gracias a su papá que descubrió su más grande pasión, el cine. “Él era un cinéfilo empedernido. Una de las primeras cintas que vi en la pantalla grande fue Superman. Recuerdo que fui al baño y al regresar me metí a una sala diferente. Al final, mis padres me encontraron dormido durante los créditos de Kramer vs Kramer. Mi hermana me tuvo que contar lo que había ocurrido en el filme del superhéroe y yo hice lo propio con la historia de Dustin Hoffman y Meryl Streep”, rememora entre carcajadas. “Ya que tocamos el apartado histriónico, ¿a qué actor admiras más?”, le pregunto, y sin dudarlo, Pascal responde que no tiene una persona a la que admire más, “pero sí una lista de personas cuyo trabajo me parece fenomenal. Generalmente me enamoro de interpretaciones. Uno de ellos es Philip Seymour Hoffman, uno de los mejores de mi generación y quien incluso fue como un padre para una gran comunidad de amigos míos del teatro de Nueva York. Perderlo fue doloroso. Javier Bardem y Penélope Cruz son la pareja más talentosa sobre el planeta”.

El relato de Pedro Pascal se hace diferente cuando empieza a conducirse por el mundo de la actuación. En los años 90, su familia decidió volver a Chile, pero él optó por perseguir su sueño y matricularse para estudiar arte dramático en la Orange County High School of the Arts y la Tisch School of the Arts de la New York University. Cuando emprendió vuelo para probar fortuna en eso del espectáculo en más de una variante, fue camarero en la Gran Manzana, además de anotarse un empleo como bailarín exótico en Madrid, según ha declarado a un espacio televisivo ibérico… Pero eso es sólo anecdótico, para bajar de la nube a quienes crean que todo es fácil en una gran carrera. Su currículum fílmico comenzó a anotarse títulos de series como The Good Wife, Homeland y Graceland, hasta que llegó a sus manos la gran producción de HBO Juego de Tronos. El resto, lo conocemos todos. Ante la inmensidad de un rodaje como éste, no podemos dejar pasar la oportunidad de cuestionarlo cuál ha sido el proyecto más demandante a la fecha. La respuesta nos sorprende: “Cada trabajo tiene su rigor, pero Narcos fue muy particular porque se rodó en locaciones y no en un set con aire acondicionado. Es por eso que la serie es grandiosa, porque el carácter del paisaje colombiano, su gente y sus lugares no se pueden replicar”, revela.

No hay duda de que su gran oportunidad, en términos de reconocimiento global, llegó con la historia de Pablo Escobar según Netflix. El agente Peña hizo de Pascal lo que se conoce como “un actor popular” de esos que imitan y desean los y las fans. Pero a su hoja de vida también es necesario sumar al agente Marcus Pike en The Mentalist, así como los filmes La gran muralla (2016), donde compartió créditos con Matt Damon y Willem Dafoe, y Kingsman: El círculo dorado, una de las películas más taquilleras de 2017. Siguiendo con su carrera, el pasado julio estrenó The Equalizer 2, donde aparece junto a Denzel Washington. Su personaje es un soldado ex miembro de la armada y parte del equipo de operaciones especiales, lo que le exigió entrenar con un oficial y francotirador del FBI.

Pero dejemos de hablar del pasado y centrémonos en el futuro, el cual luce bastante prometedor para Pedro: Triple Frontier, una nueva película para Netflix (que recibe ese nombre por la frontera entre Brasil, Paraguay y Argentina) es uno de los proyectos que trae bajo el brazo y en el que también intervienen histriones del calibre de Ben Affleck, Oscar Isaac, Charlie Hunnam y Garrett Hedlund; y, por supuesto, también lo veremos en la esperadísima Wonder Woman 1984. Pascal ya había trabajado antes, en un proyecto que nunca llegó a la fase de producción, con la directora Patty Jenkins. Por ahí vino el que lo llamaran para ser parte del elenco. “No les puedo decir mucho al respecto, sólo que será espectacular. ¡Eso es todo!”, nos revela entre risas. La película, que promete ser un trancazo en taquilla, está prevista para ser estrenada en el invierno de 2019. “Ya que deambulamos en el terreno de los cómics, ¿quién es tu superhéroe favorito?”, lo cuestiono. “¡Batman! Es un bastardo temperamental que no sigue las reglas y que además es millonario”, responde. El chileno nos confiesa también que, en la vida real, su hermana es su heroína favorita pues “no estaría donde estoy ahora si no fuera por ella”.

Gracias a esta agenda tan ardua, serán muchas las alfombras rojas que el actor pisará de aquí a finales del próximo año. Y eso nos lleva a otro capítulo que le ha tocado escribir y que tiene que ver con la moda. Pedro Pascal es uno de los influenciadores más escrutados en la actualidad, es de los que están al tanto de las pautas y las siguen, pero siempre con una nota personal. También está su presencia en campañas de marcas de la industria del lujo, como ahora que fue fichado por Cartier como su embajador para una de sus piezas más preciadas: el reloj Santos. “Me apasiona la moda masculina. Tengo muchos otros vicios como para que la moda lo sea también (ríe), pero es un apartado que admiro profundamente ya que me da la oportunidad de expresarme a través de él”, nos aclara. “No podía dejar pasar la oportunidad de representar una marca tan querida y elegante como Cartier, por eso decidí aceptar esta colaboración”, continúa. Pero, ¿cuáles son los elementos que tienen en común el Santos y Pedro Pascal? Sin un atisbo de duda, el histrión asevera que le gustaría creer que es tan fuerte y elegante como dicha pieza. “Los relojes son muy simbólicos y tienen significados diferentes para cada quien. Me gusta la individualidad de usar uno. Tal vez para alguien es el medio para consultar la hora, pero a otro le recuerda a esa persona especial que se lo regaló. Puede expresar simplicidad y extravagancia, ser apenas perceptible o llamar toda la atención”, nos comparte. Al hablar sobre los básicos de su armario, se dice conforme con un viejo par de jeans y una T-shirt “que se sienta como si fuera pijama”, pues de sus personajes ha aprendido que la comodidad es algo básico.

Gracias a su origen, historia y la forma en que se conduce hoy en día, Pedro Pascal es un tipo particular, de esos que pocas veces se ven en La Meca del Cine.

Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist

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ariespellz · 2 years

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ask: hi! could i get a romantic matchup? my pronouns are she/her, i identify as a girl and im straight, and im 23. i like drawing, ice skating and dressing up! i have anger and trust issues, i am quite forgetful, im confident but shy, im an entp if that helps, and i am VERY stubborn. and also im an aries! i'd like it to be a canon universe, and i think i would have a pyro vision. my giving AND recieving love language is physical touch! my favorite trope is probably work friends, if that counts? and if it doesnt its enemies to lovers. ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡ i'd like a romantic matchup, and only 1 person if its fine. my favorite color is red! my music taste is indie-jazz rock, and alternative rock! my favorite series are american horror story, espicially 3rd season(coven)! thats it i think!! thank you in advance!!!

hello, hello!! thank you for your request.

after careful consideration, you've been paired up with...

... THOMA !!

he's kind, calm and patient.

a match made in heaven, really.

he has a great memory and will remind you things if you forget about them.

he knows exactly how to calm you down if you have an outburst, and knows when to give you space.

he never pushes your boundaries and is a great listener. you can open up to him whenever you feel like it. but if you don't want to, it's okay, too.

he would never judge you and he's loyal to a fault.

also!! he balances the five love languages pretty well, but his preferred ones are probably physical touch and quality time (giving) and words of affirmation and, again, physical touch (receiving).

overall, he loves you and respects you no matter what <3.

FIRST STEPS: meeting.

ogura mio had hired you as a designer in her shop. your love for fashion and desire for success in the field had been the ambition that granted you your pyro vision.

so you were elated when your designs gained popularity throughout inazuma.

your boss was the one doing most of the sewing and standing behind the counter, while you sketched in the back room.

you two had a very good relationship, as she gave you a lot of freedom and a great salary, and was also great company.

"(y/n)?" she called one morning. you lifted your gaze from the sketchbook. "there's someone looking for you."

"oh? i'll be right there."

ogura nodded and left, leaving the door to the shop open.

and there he stood. soft expression and kind eyes gleamed in recognition upon seeing you.

"here she is!" the pink haired girl smiled. "(y/n), this is thoma. i'm sure you've already seen him around the city."

he smiles sweetly, waving his hand as a greeting.

"it's nice to finally meet you, (y/n). i've heard a lot of things about you."

turns out, none other than kamisato ayaka wanted to hire you as her personal stylist.

thoma said you had around a week to consider accepting the offer, and mentioned that there was no pressure.

after a lot of encouraging from your friend (and stylist) you decided to accept

this could be the best business opportunity you'd ever have!

so, exactly three days later, you were standing in the entrance of the kamisato state

miss kamisato turned out to be really nice and sweet, and asked you to design a kimono for an upcoming event

under her request, thoma arrived soon after to show you the place

"we're happy to have you here" he said with a cheery smile. "if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me."

FRIENDSHIP: getting to know each other.

the duties as a worker for the tri-commission were demanding.

even more when your boss is the sister of the head of the clan, who is provably just as powerful.

the stress was catching up to you, and it was making you sick. on top of it all, you were currently on an artist's block

no matter what you did, you found no inspiration. no more original ideas.

and that was a big problem.

as nice as she was, ayaka was constantly attending to events. which meant you had to create a new pattern per week.

(you couldn't help but feel a bit bad for her, with a forever flooded agenda and barely any time for herself.)

you had been working constantly with no rest. as much as you presented yourself in a formal and composed way, full of confidence and passion, you didn't dare to ask for some free days.

what if she said no? would you lose your job? would your beloved career be over?

with a sigh, you looked at your lunch. suddenly, you weren't hungry anymore.

with a huff, you pulled out your sketchbook and fumbled through the pages.

looking for something. anything. with a groan, you threw the object somewhere in the floor when, once again, you couldn't squeeze a single drop of creativity out of your sleep-deprived brain.

you had an hour left of lunchtime before a reunion with the tailors, and your hands were empty.

you were fucked. for real this time.

you honestly felt like crying, but settled for a sigh instead. you couldn't give up now.

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. no one really came to this room, so you used to eat lunch peacefully and sometimes draw a bit.

"...come in" you called after a beat of silence.

there stood thoma, smiling at you in a somehow shy way.

"hello! sorry to bother you" he greeted a bit nervously. "my lady said you seemed a bit... out of it today. is something the matter?"

you hesitated.

he couldn't know about the issue. if he were to know that you couldn't finish the job, you would get fired for sure.

"ah, thoma, it's nothing." you smile at him. he was a nice guy. although you didn't talk to him much, you enjoyed his presence. "just a bit tired, nothing to worry about."

his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he scanned the room briefly. and then, his eyes locked with the sketchbook, which was laying not too far from him.

you made up some excuse about how it must have slipped from your pocket. he seemed to believe it and sat across from you

"is it okay if we have lunch together?" he asked "we haven't gotten the chance to chat. these past few weeks have been busy."

turns out, he was great company.

he didn't mind your quietness and made sure to fill the silences when they were starting to get awkward.

but soon enough, there were around ten minutes left of lunch break. he got up and excused himself briefly. the smile he sent you was almost sly.

preparing for the worst, you had some minutes to calm yourself down. while heading towards the assigned room, you thought about a hundred different apologies.

however, when you arrived, they were leaving.

"the meeting has been postponed around two days." one of them sighs when you question it. "lady kamisato's orders."

after that, you somehow got some maids as subordinates. they helped a lot with work and were in charge of your schedule (something you were grateful for, because there was no way you wanted to accidentally miss a meeting again.)

something that also changed?

thoma's behaviour around you.

he now ate lunch with you everyday.

he accompanied you to the city in search for textiles you liked and helped you carry the boxes back.

he always compliments your drawings and clothes.

he knows your agenda better than you, and more often than not he'll go out of his way to help you out.

and little by little, he started to get close to you.

but your growing confusion cleared up one afternoon at the market.

you were buying groceries with him (something that had become the usual between you two) when you noticed a small group of people staring at you.

you paid them no mind, more focused on which lavender melons were better-looking.

but then you heard them.

"how can she work for the kamisatos? she has no class!" "oh, and poor thoma, i bet she's all over him. didn't you see him the other day? he had his hands full of her stuff!" "right! doesn't she have maids or something?"

'don't listen to them' you repeated yourself. thoma was in another stall and he'd be here soon.

they're just jealous.

...

well shit, they're still going.

once you paid for the fruit, you briefly thanked the vendor and grabbed the bag.

your blood was starting to boil, and holding back your tongue was even harder.

"he really must pity her if he still hasn't ran away" and they laughed. hard. in a mean, mocking way.

"hey, you! how about you go fuck yourself?" she turns to you, clearly nervous. she really didn't think she'd get caught.

"i- uhm..." she stammers, avoiding your gaze.

"oh, so you're acting shy now?" you scoffed. "keep your mouth shut next time, then."

a hand gripped your shoulder firmly. not exactly tight, but still supporting.

thoma was emitting some sort of dark aura that even guuji yae would be impressed of. his words were curt and his tone was cold in a way.

"i will not be tolerating any disrespectful comments towards (y/n). she is a very competent woman and she no doubt deserves her position in the kamisato state." he looks more serious than you'd ever seen him, emerald eyes clouded with anger. "also, none of you are to speculate about how or why we spend time together. it is none of your business. that being said, we'll be leaving now. have a nice day."

they didn't have time to react. thoma was dragging you away.

he sighed when you two gout out of the market.

"are you okay?" he asks, concerned. "i'm really sorry that you had to hear that. just so you know, i do enjoy helping you out. my lady has nothing to do with it."

"no, i'm sorry." you were calmer now. you had yelled at them in a pretty aggressive tone, not caring about who was around. the last thing you wanted was to damage the clan's reputation. "i kind of blew up back there. i should've just ignored them, but..."

"are you kidding me? you have nothing to blame yourself for!" he stated, brows furrowed. "you put them in their place. that's not something to be embarrassed about."

oh.

ADVANCES: feelings and confession.

thoma was a bit worried, to be honest.

had he overstepped his boundaries? made you uncomfortable? is that the reason why you were avoiding him? were you really avoiding him in the first place?

maybe he went overboard with the flirting! (oh god no you're gonna think he's a creep now)

truth is, you were way to shy to face him.

because now, every time you see him, the thought of his hand on your shoulder has your head spinning with fleeting thoughts and fake scenarios.

he was always so precious. so pretty. and so, so kind to everyone.

when the winter arrived, it was a tradition to open an ice rink to ice skate in

and thoma saw his chance there.

you had mentioned your love for the sport once in casual conversation, and he remembered.

(of course he remembers. he likes you.)

so the next time he saw you, he asked you directly so you wouldn't run away with some half-baked excuse.

if you rejected him, he'd just deal with it.

but at least he wouldn't have any doubts about your feelings about him. just co-workers who sometimes help each other. and that was it.

while you stammered to find an answer, he was buzzing with nervousness.

he was closing and opening his hands, which were sweating, and he was grinning at you like 😁

the maids who saw you found it funny, to be honest.

i would've laughed ngl

let's be real here

who would ever say no to thoma?? like- (/j)

"so..." you clear your throat "is it a date or...?"

"oh! ah... it could be one" he averts his gaze, smile straining. "if you wanted to, of course! no pressure or anything! haha..."

"i'd love to, actually."

R.I.P.

you killed him

he was as red as a tomato the entire day, and even redder when he picked you up

(the ice melted behind you because of your visions so you had to leave them with your shoes LMAOO)

you had a great time!! giggling the entire evening, holding him so he wouldn't fall (he caught the gist of it fairly quickly, actually), and having a small dinner afterwards (just some miso soup. none of you were very hungry).

"so, uh..." he started while accompanying you back home. "i like you. a lot. and i had a lot of fun with you today." he stops in his tracks, moonlight caressing his features in all the right ways as he looks at you, with an obvious blush in his face. "and i was wondering if you'd like to do it again? like, date?"

ah, he's so sweet<3

you found out his hugs were as warm as his words that day.

DATING LIFE: a relationship with him.

dating thoma is heavenly

he's pure husband material

you like PDA?? you better, because he WILL show you off

and the way he talks about you; with starry eyes and sugar-coated words

kazuha says it sounds like a beautiful poem. ayato says it's cheesy.

two sides of the same coin. pick your side.

he kisses you everywhere. in your forehead, in your temple, in your hands, in your nose,

and in his favourite: your lips<3

he prepares the BEST dates for you two.

itto insisted on 'helping a bro out' once.

NEVER AGAIN.

(it was kinda funny to see the gang trying to perform 'careless whisper' tho)

shinobu was so embarrassed to pick them up from the restaurant, and even tried to pay you two some mora in compensation.

oh and lady ayaka's eyes look full of amusement every time you speak to her

so do ayato's whenever you see him. which luckily isn't often.

realistically speaking, he's probably one of the best partners to have in genshin.

he's sweet, he knows you, he's patient, he'll make you his priority, etc

he's always very busy, though, so if you help him out every once in a while he'll be super grateful

overall, he loves you. give the guy a chance <3

#🐢.cupid #genshin matchups

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king-shango-the-great · 1 year

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This is blackgirlsuperherorants. It's a side blog and I'm not talking about this show there, anymore.

The Black people who dislike it for valid reasons are allowed to. What's not allowed is white people telling a Black woman she's not allowed to tell her own life story because it's offensive to them. Although I'd caution you, as well, to tell this woman she can't tell her own life story because you have a problem with seeing images of formerly incarcerated Black men or Black women who date interracially. These are real people who exist, and again, this isn't something she made up, but a story based on her life. And the character ends up dating a Black man in the series. So... that's a weird thing to harp on, especially when the entire point of that white man storyline was that he used her and discarded her when she wasn't fun anymore. We don't have to be respectable, anymore. We can tell the full spectrum of our stories, from the ugly (an incarcerated father) to the beautiful (an educated Black woman becoming a homeowner after running her own successful practice.)

But I'm not telling y'all to watch the series. Nobody has to watch anything they don't like. I'm not a stan of the series or anything. I just don't like non-Black people trashing Black stories when they have no place speaking on them or aspects of Blackness that they don't like. You can speak on it, however, I do question why you seem to think we only need the most positive of our stories told. And I'd argue that this is a positive story. This man, the real man Delroy Lindo is playing, turned his life around. In real life. Like, he's a real person who decided to turn his life around for his daughter and grandson, and his daughter wrote about how difficult it was for both of them when he came home, because she was already an adult with her own life. Again, she is allowed to tell that story. It's not my story. My dad was a banker for most of my life. My mom and dad were married up until his death. My parents were straight laced people who never did anything untoward. But I still see value in telling all of our stories. These are still people who exist, who may of us know, whose stories are never told or are twisted into some stereotype. Are there things about the show that I don't like? Yeah. Like, the use of a little girl to show how the daughter feels in certain situations, which was sometimes done at uncomfortable times to show how Kerry Washington's character still felt like a little girl inside. But the story itself? She is allowed to have told it. It's her real life. She gets to decide how and when she tells her own story.

Thank you for reaching out. I'm a big fan of dialogue, even if people don't agree. It's how people learn from each other. 🤝🏿

Having said that, we are DEFINITELY on opposite ends when it comes to this subject.

I personally dont care if Non-Black people speak on our issues, because I learned a long time ago not to interact or engage with them.

This is a great book that I suggest reading:

This is alot better than telling them when they can or can't engage, especially when we don't have any power to stop them, as you can see. I see Black folks all the time on here, telling white people to mind their business, & white people insert themselves anyway. There's a reason for that, that I'll get into later.

The writer can tell whatever story she wants to tell. I never said she shouldnt; she got the movie approved by the studio, the actors agreed to it. It's out in the Universe now. But since it's out in the Universe, that gives me the right to comment on it, especially what's being marketed. And the studio CHOSE to market a Black man calling a Black woman a B-word. I definitely see this as a deliberate agenda, even if you dont.

BTW, this film is produced by Disney, so you already know how they feel about Black people. Especially Black women.

I never said we ONLY need positive stories. I said we need more of them. There clearly aren't enough of them right now. And I highly encourage you to not think that this story is anything new, even if it is her life story. Hollywood has been telling these types of stories since the 60's & 70's. It's called Black Exploitation.

And for the record, I have a problem with ANY Black person (male or female) divesting themselves & getting with Colonizers. Black men fall into this category as well. You see what's going on with Jonathan Majors, right? Black men have gotten KILLED, dealing with white bitches.

BTW, I can't find any info on her husbands (she's been married 3 times), but based on how her son looks, Tracy McMillan is definitely a swirler herself. Her father was a swirler (her mom was a white drug addict & prostitute), & now so is she.

Also, I ABSOLUTELY disagree that we don't have to be respectable. That's a bogus ideology that's being pushed on social media as of late. But only for Black people; no other race thinks that way. We absolutely need honor, integrity, & respect for ourselves.

This is the very reason why Whites & others don't listen to you when you tell them to mind their business. Why should they, when we put our dirty business in the street? Meanwhile, notice how we can't say anything bad about Jews? They come for our pockets the moment we do. The reason why, is they (as well as everyone else in the world) works hard at crafting & perfecting their narrative. Which is what everyone is supposed to do. Everyone except us, that is.

I guess it's good that there was some positives to come out of this story in the end, but as the African saying goes, "wisdom is a better teacher than life itself". Meaning, I don't need to go thru the experience in order to learn the lesson. All of us knows some dude that's been to jail. And the media is showing us what happens when you swirl. I don't need to watch a movie about either.

Meanwhile, I'd much rather hear about YOUR story. A Black father that's a banker? What kinds of things did he experience, that he went thru? How were your parents able to maintain their marriage thru difficult times?

Also, as a writer myself, I can tell you that it's how the story is told, that make a story good, not the story itself.

Im not sure if you're aware, but Tracy McMillan caters to selling palatable Black stories to a white audience, because that's who she is. She's been pandering to them since the start of her career, which is why it's weird that you're defending her on the strength of a "Black woman". Look at all her vids on YouTube.... She's not talking to a single Black person. She's coaching white people on how to make THEIR relationships better, not ours. You're telling white people to be quiet, but the person you're defending talks to nothing but white people. She doesn't even talk to her "own people". 🤔

This really wasn't worth the effort, if you ask me. But, we're all entitled to our perspective. 🤷🏿‍♂️

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I CAN BUY YOU SOME FLOWERS | Sebastian Vettel

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warnings: seb just being a flirt and then, a shy sunshine who just wants to surprise reader :) use of y/n.

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After an intense race dominated by Red Bull, with Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber securing a 1-2 finish, respectively, it was Y/N Y/L/N's turn to interview the winner. With her notebook in one hand and a recorder in another, she quickly adjusted her attire to look as presentable as possible before the interview with who she considered her favorite person to interview started.

"Congratulations, Sebastian!" the girl began as the blonde approached her. "As always, an impressive victory. How do you feel about it? You've achieved, if I'm not wrong, a total of six consecutive wins this season."

"Thank you very much, Y/N," Vettel replied as professionally as he could. "It was a really tough race. We had to push hard and extract energy from the car where there wasn't any to maintain our lead," he explained, focusing his gaze on the journalist. "Still, I can't help but be happy with the result. The team has done an incredible job."

Y/L/N was nervous. She knew that, sooner or later, the world champion would start with the back-and-forth banter so characteristic of their relationship, punctuated with his... kinda romantic jokes.

"Let's talk about today's strategy," the journalist abruptly changed the subject, following the agenda outlined in her notebook. "Do you think it lived up to previous ones, or should it improve in any aspect for future races?"

Sebastian laughed, crossing his arms.

"I don't think I should tell you anything about strategies just in case the other teams hear us, Y/N. But for you... I'll say that strategy is like dancing in a nightclub," the blonde explained. "Sometimes it's crowded, and you have no space. Other times, the floor is all yours, and there are moments when you have to improvise to get the girl, and that's what I did today, trusting myself and my instincts."

She nodded, inwardly amused by the ridiculous comparison made by the current championship leader.

"So, you see," he continued, "it seems the strategy turned out to be a success. I hope Horner and Marko are proud of me."

"They surely are, Sebastian," the journalist affirmed. "And now, I'd like to move on to talk about your teammate, Mark Webber. Your ups and downs are known worldwide, especially among your team's loyal followers. Is there anything you'd like to highlight about him? We've never heard you say anything positive about the Australian, and I'd like to give that scoop to the world."

"You're right. If I don't mention Mark, he'll probably give me a good scolding as soon as I finish talking to you," Vettel commented in a mocking tone. "Okay, I'll be honest with you: if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have many great races. But don't tell Mark or his ego will skyrocket!"

The young woman laughed once again. She knew that, in some way, Sebastian was right, but she was also aware of all the great achievements he had accomplished as the three-time world champion.

"Don't worry, Sebastian," the brunette assured him, "your secret is safe with me."

"Call me Seb, darling."

There it was.

The moment she, deep down, had been waiting for. Sebastian the flirt Vettel had once again made a stellar appearance, and the journalist was sure he wouldn't leave anytime soon.

She didn't know why it mattered to her. After all, he had the same stupid behavior with the rest of the female journalists.

She wasn't special.

"Let me improvise a bit, Seb," she suggested, emphasizing the pilot's nickname.

Before he could utter a word, the girl was already formulating the question that had been eating away at her every time she saw the seductive side of the man in front of her.

"Everyone knows that you're quite the charmer. Why do you show this kind of character every time you have an interview, especially with people of the opposite sex?"

Vettel chuckled, somewhat surprised by the question even though he didn't want to admit it. If there was one thing he had liked about Y/N Y/L/N from the moment he met her it was how direct she was in each of the interviews he had had the pleasure of conducting with her.

"Are you seriously accusing me of being the greatest seducer Formula 1 has ever seen?" the pilot asked with a mischievous smirk. "What can I say: it's all because of the adrenaline of the races. I also quite enjoy female company, especially yours."

The woman exhaled, knowing it was one of his many tactics to charm women into bed, as she had heard from other colleagues.

"I'm just being myself, enjoying the moment, and speaking my mind, trying not to mess up too much because, as you may have noticed, I don't always come out on top," the blonde continued, now completely opening up to the woman.

"You have a natural charm that makes you very special. Now I understand why you have so many fans," the journalist clarified. "Sometimes it feels like a One Direction concert here!"

"Yeah, I've heard of them," Seb said casually. "But I think it's also because I enjoy the conversations many of them offer me, because they're very beautiful. But not more than you, by the way."

Sebastian Vettel was totally playing with her, but try as she might, she couldn't help but start to fall for his charms.

"Oh, wow... Thank you, Seb," Y/N whispered, blushing.

"I'm just saying the truth. I mean it."

The young woman was static, unsure whether to believe what the pilot was telling her at that moment. His eyes seemed sincere, and as her grandmother used to say: eyes never lie.

"Changing the subject, princess. What are your favorite flowers?"

"Tulips," the young woman blurted out without thinking, impressed by Sebastian's compliments. "If it's possible, yellow ones."

"Noted," the blonde replied, touching his temple with his index finger.

"But why are you asking me this...?"

However, Sebastian Vettel was already walking away from the girl accompanied by Britta, his PR. The last thing Y/N saw before turning around was Seb smiling at her as he waved with his left hand, and all the media astonished by the conversation they had witnessed between them.

It had been a few weeks, almost a month, since Y/N had her last interaction with Sebastian, and to say she missed him was an understatement. The summer break had allowed her to rest and, fortunately, disconnect from everything, although not as much as she would have liked.

Most importantly, despite her incredible memory, she didn't remember a part of the conversation she had with the German.

So, as soon as she returned to work at the Belgian Grand Prix and found a large and beautiful bouquet of tulips in her hotel room, along with a box of chocolates and an anonymous note, she was surprised. No one cared about her enough to behave in such a way.

The same thing happened the night before the qualifying session at Monza. When she opened her door to go to the buffet for dinner, her eyes lit up upon discovering a large bouquet of yellow tulips on the floor, arranged in a green vase. Next to them was a handwritten note that read, "For the most charming journalist. Enjoy these tulips and rest for tomorrow's race, you deserve it for all the hard work you're doing. With love, you're number 1 fan."

Curious and excited, she took, somewhat trembling hands due to nervousness, a small wrapped box hanging from the vase. Carefully, she began to open it, revealing a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a Formula 1 steering wheel, something she was passionate about.

A few weeks later, the Friday before the Singapore Grand Prix, Y/N was busy finishing preparing some questions and other different dynamics from the usual ones for the meetings she had with the drivers, including Sebastian. As she finished and made her way from her hotel to the circuit to do her job, she saw something that puzzled her: a figure that looked quite familiar was standing in front of a flower stall, casually choosing a bouquet of tulips and communicating with the vendor as best he could.

She stopped dead in her tracks, surprised, though not as much as she had expected, to recognize Sebastian as the cause of all those details that had been reaching her since last August. Although she was aware that she was running late and might miss the opportunity to speak with some other drivers, she couldn't miss the chance to see how the German was preparing everything.

Sebastian, after some indecision, chose a bouquet of tulips, but this time they were white. After exchanging a few words with the shopkeeper and having paid and thanked him for his service, he left with a big smile on his face.

So it was Vettel all this time..., the girl thought to herself.

When she arrived at the paddock, she found the German driver sitting in a corner away from all the hustle and bustle writing a note. The look of concentration he showed while writing, with his tongue sticking out slightly, melted the journalist's heart.

Undoubtedly, if Seb was doing this, she didn't know what to think about it. Maybe she had judged him too quickly, and he wasn't as much of a womanizer as she initially thought he could be.

After a few minutes, eaten away by impatience, she decided to approach him. As Sebastian looked up and met her gaze, she couldn't hide her nerves.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," he greeted, blushing. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Looks like I caught, huh?" she questioned. "You seemed very focused preparing another one of your famous surprises."

Sebastian laughed nervously; he was definitely caught red-handed. He knew it would happen sooner or later, but he still didn't feel ready to face the girl he loved.

"It seems so. Surprise?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me it was you behind all of this?" the journalist scolded. "You have no idea the headaches I've had these past few months."

"Well..." the boy started, playing with his hands. "I wanted it to be a surprise, and maybe... I was also a bit afraid of how you would react to knowing it was me. I know you think I go from flower to flower, like a sailor, and I thought you might have a bit of a grudge against me for that," he confessed.

Y/N felt weird, because that was exactly what she had been thinking all this time about the driver with whom she had had to spend so much time in interviews, press conferences, and other events.

Once again, life was teaching her not to judge people by their appearances or the comments of others.

"Sebastian," Y/N began, "I loved receiving the surprises you had prepared, but you didn't need to hide behind anonymity. I would have preferred them if you had been more direct."

"Really?" Vettel replied, looking at her intently. "I didn't think you'd like me showing up at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates, and singing you a song like some mariachis."

"In fact, I would have liked it a lot," she contradicted him. "It shows that you care about whatever you want to have with me and, above all, that you make efforts to make me feel special."

Was Y/N intimidating a three-time Formula 1 world champion?

"Then I think it's time for the surprises to stop being anonymous," Sebastian declared, doing his best to calm his anxiety. "Give me an opportunity and I'll show you how much you mean to me right now, and how important you can be in my life in the future."

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When your friendship end like your otp canon story

Disclaimer: The story is based on my story. The grammar would be mixed potential. If you were had otp friends, keep stay by their side whatever the situation.

Hello, I am Ket and also on tumblr well known as Lily (before my friend called me Ket or Cat because my direct name account). First of all, I would like to thank you,Ellon. Because of your chaos, I couldn't active my tumblr, the platform I started my fandom era especially Jujutsu Kaisen. Then, I would held the space twitter but Ellon forced me to post tumblr LMAO

Okay, I want to share what happened last months and yesterday. The reason why our friendship ended like our OTP. I am fine if you heard the story detail from my friend (I forgot this is the disclaimer too)

Our collaboration and also friendship started on March 2022 where we met and watch first screening movie. We have shared appointment to bring our merch. She had insane idea. I acquired She was total person and dedicated. We shared same mind, idea about the fiction our ship. Yes, we couldn't careless of other opinion like hating our otp as long as we love it. Ofc, we had spent precious moment to celebrate the day.

Time passed, our friendship well till The grenade comes. so what is it? Yes, there is trending tweets about our OTP topic. It made me false alarm because I believed there was no mentioned in manga even interview had done on various magazine japan. I followed two fandom account which actively translated every update, they never mentioned. The account who spread 'agenda' with mix translation made me dissapointed to the my OTP area even They were reverse side. Every fans of my OTP fandom has been blinded. I was glad another fans artist I followed keep silence and the other one tweeted disagreed same as mine.

So that, I sent DM to my friend that I shared my dissapoint that account shared that 'agenda' and there was no miss translation. The discussion with one of another friend was also shared. Her reaction:

'A is notp, so she can tell like that' 'I knew our otp faith in manga was like (bad) that but I choosed to make them happy' 'Why you took a serious to the tweet although the artist are fans of our reverse OTP'

It made me not totally fine because the "agenda" has been success to grow OTP fans to love and arise their desire to confirm the OTP had already canon :). I felt disturbed and shame on OTP fans. Unreasonable.

Around two days later, I tweeted that 'I lost interest to my OTP and take a rest till my interest arise again'. She was shocked. She felt dissapointed my decission. Shortly, a days later, she replied another fans otp and made me sad. As True Bestie, She should tried to contact me like 'are you okay?' 'hei, our fav fans updated bla bla bla'. Helping me to rise not. She was careless.

I was being dramatic to share my dissapoint to make her contact me, and she did same before. I replied her tweet normally but she's cold. There is border between us.

Climax :

The climax of the story started when we did 'subtweet' each other. I talked about reminding to buy manga (Srsly, I didn't have jelly feeling to anyone buy Doujinshi) because supporting our sensei. She responded my tweet "I know b***. I already knew without your notice".

A day later, I saw she bought the manga. Second, She was muttering about her complain to fans artist "omnivore" (fans artist who shipped multiple not only main otp). I responded to my tweet not ony to her also to follower (in sarcasm word) :

'Hey, yo, why you didn't make a list. be smart girl. you can filter and select which artist not omnivore category. You can use that feature' Finally, She did BUB (Blocked and Unblocked) all social media.

That's our climax. I also did blocked because she have told me to do the same if there is one who blocked you, you act that. Okay girl. Noted

End of Story

Finally, we jump into the end of story. Hurray!!!

After the action, I felt Like:

'WTF, Our Friendship ended like KFC story'.

'We have met and celebrate the day and you cut off. So rude'

Shock, Narrow and can't cry. I still respect our precious moment but How?

So, I made 'twitter space' to talk the story I wrote here. I would like to thank you for my twitter moots attend, listen and give advice. I always remember the precious advice.

"Let's end the story and Move on. Hopefully, you find a bestie who has same vision as yours"

Yes, the advice said right. I have to let go of this very drama friendship relationship. this is shipwrecked like our OTP faith

Final (very Final)

For closing my tumblr post (coming back with drama story), you can learn from my story that your friends in OTP shipping doesn't mean is your true bestie. Don't hold back. In community especially fandom, trust me, there is another will listen, so be kind to them.

Satoru Gojo always said

"Don't worry, I am strongest"

19 November 2022

#shippingworldwide #ego shipping #shipping #otp #satosugu #jujutsu kaisen

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lomorock · 2 years

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The end of time doctor who

#The end of time doctor who series#

The pain of being strapped to a chair and struggling to move your entire body – quite an awkward journey to experience, even for poor David Tennant who had a spinal injury around the time of Hamlet. cacti), which kills me every time I rewatch this moment. And I do also want to highlight the “racist” name calling (i.e. At the beginning of Part 2, the comical “cactuses” successfully help the Doctor and Wilf escape from the Harold Saxon Master, then teleport to their ship in outer space. I know it appears to be bonkers to end Part 1 with such a sequence of literal laughingstock, but this whole concept is still hilarious. Yes, that was completely unexpected for us all. Duplicates of a blonde-haired John Simm taking over the world with exaggerated self-boasting, and declaring every single one of himself to collectively be “The Master Race”, comically un-PC. Same body, same agenda, same mind (but not like a collective hive). The Master turns (almost) the entire human population, including President Barack Obama, into… himself. “Breaking news! I’m everyone! And everyone in the world is me!!” A new boyfriend and a successful marriage, it all brings an emotional but positive sense of closure to her character arc. It’s so horrific to even recall the adventures she had in the TARDIS, but thanks to the Doctor’s telepathic intervention, she was saved once again.Įven though she is no longer travelling in the TARDIS, I loved how they brought back Donna for one last time. That was the case for the “DoctorDonna” the Ood can still influence her subconscious without attempting to revive her real memories.Īnd let’s, of course, not forget what the Master had tried but failed to do: burn her mind completely until she dies. Unforeseen and regrettable consequences always happen: in real life and in fiction. It’s bittersweet in a way, since the Doctor can no longer interact with Donna Noble after the heartbreaking events of Journey’s End. 9: Donna “But they’ve changed… Grandad, that’s like… Like the sort of thing that happened… before…” Same with the ability to communicate with the Doctor, via telepathy, I couldn’t be touched enough by their relationship.Īlthough I feel tempted to bring up their final song right now, I think it’s best to leave it until the very end. The impact the Ood have on the story is how they establish the Master’s (forthcoming) resurrection, and also the bond between him and Wilf – the only human on Earth to retain those bad dreams. But when they summon the Doctor in a prolonged emergency, events become crucial not only to them but, as the title says, “the end of time itself.”

#The end of time doctor who series#

It was very early on in Series 4 when the Ood were finally freed from slavery, proclaiming freedom from the shackles of human imperialism on their home planet. 10: The Ood “You will join, you will join, you will join, you will join…” There are so, so many highlights I wish to explore, but I’ve decided that I’m going to primarily focus on the Top 10, which stand out the most from my point of view. Oh, and if you haven’t seen it yet, beware the SPOILERS! Isn’t that a funny coincidence? The first half of the Series 12 opener, airing exactly 10 years after the second half of the Tenth Doctor’s swansong – right at the beginning of a new decade? That surely is a (coincidental) 10th anniversary present! On that note, Spyfall is the first multi-part story since The End of Time to use numbering (à la Classic serials). Well, speaking of two-parters, we’ve just had one on New Year’s Day and four days later: Spyfall. On a side note, production-wise, both parts comprise of the 17th and 18th episodes of Series 4 (which also happen to be denoted in the shooting scripts). For me, I tend to stick with the former because I personally view it as a single linear narrative, with dramatic plot twists developing along the way. With only a few acknowledgements of both festive occasions, I couldn’t be more fascinated by how Russell T Davies, whose story was also his last as showrunner, gave everything a good sense of closure to the Tenth Doctor era.Įven though The End of Time is technically a two-parter, which uses the Classic era practice of naming serials with just one title, you could treat it as either a single feature-length blockbuster or just two individual episodes. An unconventional move to end one incarnation’s era with an epic, extended finale 60 minutes for Part 1, 75 minutes for Part 2. It’s been 10 years since David Tennant’s tearjerking farewell in The End of Time, a two-part special which originally aired on Christmas Day 2009 and New Year’s Day 2010.

#The end of time doctor who

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it’s a royal order - jjh

⤑ summary: one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

⤑ pairing: jaehyun x female reader

⤑ word count: 2k

⤑ genre: fluff, suggestive (dirty talk, jaehyun got a daddy kink, superiority complex!!), implied smut | bodyguard!jaehyun, princess!reader, slight enemies to lovers!au, modern royal!au (where south korea remains under monarchial power)

⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, family problems and therapy, explicit language

⤑ author’s note: this is definitely less emotional than all i do is wait! i got this idea from a show i really enjoyed before it got cancelled named the royals. specifically, i really liked the story of eleanor and jasper, which is the whole princess x bodyguard dynamic. the pining and tension, ugh! if you know this show or not, it doesn’t matter. anyways, thank you for the 30+ followers and 200 notes on aidiw! enjoy!

i need holy water because of this piece.

⤑ credits to jeongjaehyuns for the gif above uwu

⤑ leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

“On behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my utmost support for the Anti-School Violence campaign for all students to have a safer and more meaningful learning environment.” You proudly announced to the board of officials alongside other influential individuals in Korean society.

Being the only princess in the current royal line may have its pressures, but holding a strong, direct impact for a brighter future for the people motivated you to take advantage of your platform for the better. As the image of pure innocence and revamped women empowerment, you aimed to accomplish all the things your mother wished she could before her untimely death alongside your personal aspirations.

Expressing genuine joy with the campaign, with a tinge of desire to annoy the old-fashioned and closeminded officials, your prying eyes were more enamored by a certain man in the back clapping by the ballroom doors. You can’t help but act flustered whenever he witnessed you in a state of success and satisfaction.

This man went by the name Jeong Jaehyun, your trusted bodyguard since you were in your early twenties. 3 years later, he still stuck by your side and helped you endure all the darkness as a royal.

Back then, you went through a rebellious phase that was ruining the image of your family. Clubbing almost every night, drugs, skipping school, you even managed to get all assigned bodyguards to quit! The media ate up all your tricks, turning them into scandals. That was the plan, of course. You desired your own freedom from all the royal obligations because you didn’t ask to be born into that lifestyle. To all of your peers who wished to be in your footsteps, you would’ve impulsively passed your title to them. There’s so much deception that lies behind the glitz and glam of it all.

This unexpected change in your former untainted attitude came to the point that your father, the king himself, stepped in and personally assigned one of his men to get you in check. He figured that appointing a guard nearest your age may lessen the tension and mend you back together.

In the start, you absolutely despised him. There was no way to fool him when you were up to no good. He easily found your alcohol and drug stash which he disposed of on the spot and stood by your bedroom door every night so you wouldn’t sneak out past curfew (which your father also strictly implemented).

One big turning point in your relationship was when he rushed you to the royal hospital when you drank a cocktail that went unnoticeably spiked. To think that this was a typical social gathering with other royals and officials, you’re a constant target to many. You didn’t wake up for a few days, and the entire time, Jaehyun willingly stood by your bedside and outside your hospital room.

Since that and more instances your father insisted you get involved in royal affairs, you softened up. As cliché as it was, the more time spent with him, the more you knew about him and vice versa. He was the one that got you to fully open up about your grief towards your late mother, encouraging you to seek help. Turns out you weren’t as different as you thought despite your differing ranks in society when he also had a void for a missing parent. In his case, it was his father, who ditched his family for his mistress. Silently, you helped each other recover from your traumas alongside therapy. From dreading his presence, you started treating him more casually. Your father’s tactic of assigning a bodyguard around your age admittedly worked.

Oh, how time flies.

This campaign was the last thing on your weekend agenda, so you had the entire late afternoon and evening to yourself. Bowing one last time to the audience, you stepped down from the platform and accepted the soft hand of your bodyguard, who quickly made his way to you despite the flashing cameras. It was something he got used to as it is part of the job.

Once he successfully ushered you out of the ballroom, his hand still held yours. Nothing new, except this event was quite public and you didn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas. Strolling down one of the many hallways in the palace became a pastime for the both of you, where no one can catch you. It was a safe haven within the destructive life of the Park kingdom.

“You did phenomenal as I expected, your highness.” Jaehyun complimented, recalling your panic the night before as the stage fright hit strong when you were reciting your speech to him over and over again.

“We are in private, Jaehyun. Must you really use those formalities with me?” You taunted, bobbing your head sideways mockingly. With him could you felt like a normal young adult, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jaehyun loved being frisky with you, catching you get irked up. And he was up to do it again.

“Hmm last time we strolled these halls, Yuta caught us making out after a successful meeting with the Prime Minister.”

You gasped at his statement, conscious of whoever may be in the vicinity. But before you could refute, your hand that was interlocked with his were mightily slammed against the white wall. You lost your breath for a moment, his warm body closely on yours. His free hand freely roamed up and down your covered waist. His lips were dangerously near your neck, where you’re sensitive. Your hips naturally grinded against him to release the pent-up tension.

“Something tells me you want to do it again, princess?” Now he’s just using your title as a pet name, but you couldn’t complain. It just hits differently when the situation was set up like this.

“I deserve it, don’t I? Got a lot of those hell-driven officials on my side for this round.” You raised both your brows cockily, licking your lips.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Finally, he rids of the tension and plants open kisses on your bare neck. Your throaty moans were uncontrollable, and you could care less.

“My princess,”

Kiss.

“So intelligent,”

Kiss.

“So benevolent,”

Kiss.

“So helpful,”

Kiss.

“But,” He changed his pace and direction, swollen lips near your ear.

“But?” You question naïvely. He scoffed, smirking at your antics of playing dumb.

“But a total slut for her bodyguard.” He dominantly planted his lips against yours, one of his veiny hands gripping on your waist and the other by the arch of your butt. He was hungry, needy even. Due to your shared schedules, it’s been a constant struggle to have proper alone time from the snooping eyes of Korean society. After all, it wasn’t in the norm for a princess to fall deep for her bodyguard. Nor were you sure you would be accepted by anyone. Yuta, the bodyguard of your oldest brother, the crowned prince Jinyoung, finding the both of you at that time was a total shock but didn’t care either.

All that mattered was that your feelings towards each other are real and strong. Accepted or not, you had each other.

All this lust put you in a daze, wanting much more than another smooch fest in the hallway. Tugging on his belt, he squeezed your butt tightly. You emitted a moan, which allowed his tongue access. No way could you keep your hands to yourself, touching his upper body and the flexing of his abdominal muscles from his button-up. You felt his now hard member poking through.

Analyzing your area, you were on the other side of the palace. Farther to your bedroom where numerous rendezvouses were made, one kink you’ve considered in the past amplified your mind. Considering this area was also the king’s side, and he was abroad for royal affairs, this was your chance.

“I have an idea, my love. You up for it?” You rose a brow at your lover, challenging him. Not one to overpower this man in bed, but always suggesting a way on how to spice it up.

“And what exactly does your feral brain want to do with me, princess?” His finger lifted your chin so you meet eye to eye. You can just see the fire still burning, and oh how you were ready to intensify it.

“The main ballroom, where my father and late mother’s throne rest, are a few doors away.” Your fingers signal him to lower his stance as his tall height was difficult to reach. With a sneaky smirk,

“Let me ride you in the king’s throne, my love.” Your lips brushed over his and sucked his bottom lip, tugging him by his belt. He groaned, squeezing your butt. “It’s a royal order.”

“Nasty, your highness. Insanely nasty, you are.” His hands hoisted your waist, boosting you up in his arms. You gasped with profanities, ravenously cut off by his lips again. His nails digging deep in your bare thighs, your legs naturally linked themselves around his torso while your arms passionately intertwined his broad neck.

In between kisses, he carried you to the said main ballroom. One of your wildest imaginations, just a second away. This room remained to be the only place without any guards stationed technological advancements or updated interior designs to preserve its traditional beauty. Dated as far as the 19th century, only special events were held and the highest of the high were allowed inside. Spacious, surrounded by gold linings majestic paintings of angels from above with a huge crystal chandelier right above the center. Right ahead, the original thrones that your ancestors, grandparents, and parents sat on when they were throned in its pure glory.

Pushing your lover on the king’s throne, the gold sun-like rays plastered behind the headrest, he cockily leaned back and manspread his legs for comfort. He rubbed his hands before patting his thigh, waiting for your submission. But you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Not when you prepared a mini-show just for him underneath your designer silk dress.

Jaehyun’s solemn eyes marveled over your gorgeous figure as you stripped down one strap after the other. Due to its silk fabric, it effortlessly dropped down to your figure to reveal a new set of black lace lingerie from your previous trip to Paris. Ages ago, Jaehyun unhesitatingly ripped your favorite ones during his birthday, so you decided to get a mature version of it. A version where your bra lifted your breasts more and undies hiked up to your waist to elongate your legs. Only for the eyes of yourself and the man in front of you, establishing that you were a powerful woman who can be absolutely anyone she can be. Princess, a normal young adult, or his slut, it’s up to you how you see yourself.

Jaehyun mumbled all the profanities he could think of at the moment. Looking like a divine angel when the sun from outside shuns behind you, his slacks tightening so much more than a while ago.

“All this for me?” He ogled shamelessly, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and untying his necktie. “What did I do to deserve such regal treatment?”

You sneered at his comment, stepping out your dress in your heels and stationing right in front of his luring lap. “You’ve always been there for me, thick and thin. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Lowering yourself to straddle him, his breath hissed when your damp core collided with his crotch. Distracted and caught in your trap, “I don’t think you answered my question, my love.”

Rather than a verbal response, he roughly pulled you back in for a kiss. His hands scattered to explore from your back down to your waist. Your hands messily ran through his hair, tugging on some when your body got too sensitive to his wild touches. The thrilling sounds of the two of you drowning in your fiery romance bounced throughout the ballroom, not minding if anyone passed by the hallways outside. It was a private room after all, and whatever happens here, stays here.

Rolling on his crotch while his lips trailed down to your collarbones, the quick snap of your bra wires echoed. The tight lift lessened as Jaehyun’s fingers dropped the straps, unveiling your bare chest covered in his marks.

“Enough playing, princess. Let daddy have some real fun with you.”

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xxxsoukokuxxx · 3 years

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Mori and Yosano's Relationship ft. Elise - Analysis

Analysis

Characters: Mori Ougai; Yosano Akiko; Elise

Warnings: Pedophilia (?); Dark themes; BSD Manga Spoilers (mainly chapters 65 & 66)

Notes: @jessbeinme15 Thanks for sending a request! I apologize for the long wait. You have made an interesting point and I never knew how interesting and dark the thing between Mori and Yosano is. So I was actually really excited to do this, and yes Elise does seem somewhat older during The Great War than what she is presently but more on that later in the analysis. Alright, let's do this!

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So we learn in Chapter 65 - 66 that Mori and Yosano had a past, and might I say a very dark, traumatizing one (for Yosano). The chapter starts off with Yosano flinging a chair towards Mori's direction in a fit of rage at Mori's 'plan' as he says that The Agency will split up and live out the rest of their days in hiding. Yosano believes he has no intention of saving them and thus says that his plan of "transferring someone from The Detective Agency" is practically a load of crap.

I partially think that Mori's only aim was to get Yosano back and work for him in the mafia, considering it'd be a real game changer (I'll explain how later on).

Mori's (unusual) Possessiveness Over Yosano and Similarities of This With Elise

14 Years ago prior to present events, it was near the end of The Great War. We meet 11-year-old Yosano and 26-year-old Mori, Yosano being a Military Hospital Scholarship Student and Mori an Assisstant Military Physician - First Class. It's clear already that Yosano is a feisty one and Mori...well he's Mori. There is panel straight after they are introduced where everyone (soldiers) cheer for her after she has healed them with her ability, 'Thou shalt not die'. And then there's this:

So it seems quite obvious that he is possessive of Yosano, calling her "My Yosano-kun" with a dark, threatening aura, which she disapproves of and argues she isn't something of his and threatens to bite his ear off. After Yosano's "brattyness" he becomes silent for a moment before:

In this panel some of us may see parallels between the way he treats and reacts to Elise now and 11-year-old Yosano then. He seems to find their behavior rather cute and endearing exclaiming that "This fortitude...it's amazing..." which of course Yosano finds weird. Mori seems to have been more successful in treating present Elise in such a way because Yosano, although having the same feisty nature, is a little different.

Yosano then sees a soldier (Tachihara's older brother) and a little conversation flows back and forth between them, Yosano saying that he should be back on the frontlines after being healed instead of "reading a novel". He expresses his gratitude by summoning a golden butterfly from the book of poetry he was reading and its placed as a hair clip on Yosano.

The soldier keeps on showing her his gratitude, calling her "Miss Angel" and he seemingly smiles a lot at her and at which we can see Mori disapproves of, a lot:

As I said, he is possessive of her, just as he is with Elise presently. Elise is Mori's ability, but if anyone ever dared to try anything with her I'm sure there would be dire consequences. Now we get to the part where Yosano (her ability rather) would be a real game changer in war and Mori's intentions.

How Mori Plans to Use Yosano as Game-changer to Fight Wars

I'm not sure whether it is canon or not if Mori is a pedophile but he does seem like one (he even says "he's weak to little girl's wishes"). This may be true but he also has a hidden agenda for Yosano.

Mori wrote an essay to the emperor on "An Immortal Regiment", in which it states that Yosano has an ability which can change the world (the world of war and game theory/strategies) , the European powers have realized that using ability users to fight wars is a game-changer, and that it's urgent that they prove the worth of that strategy to the top brass of their military to avoid falling behind.

Obviously, at this point of time in this chapter Yosano knows nothing about this and when Tachihara's older brother explains this she questions it and exclaims she's only come there to save lives, to which Mori holds her back.

And that's where we see Elise after Mori asks her to take them to the patients Yosano needs to heal, but the whole thing about Elise will be discussed under the next heading.

In short he plans to use Yosano or rather her ability to change how war works and later on we find out, to overthrow the previous Mafia Boss as well. As long as she was there, the soldiers would never be able to leave the battlefield no matter the mental trauma. It was their psychical self that mattered to Mori so that they can keep on fighting the war without any delays or retreat.

Fortunately enough, Fukuzawa saves her from this and Ranpo gives her a new hope.

Elise's Age During The Great War and Presently

I understand what you mean when you say she looks older during this war:

...compared to now. Perhaps Mori wanted her a bit younger, he can control her after all, however I am not certain if he can change her age. All I can say about this is that, yes she looks older and might I say much more mature during the great war but! I have something else to point out. Her eyes. They look...as if she is hypnotized, it seems to me that she is not acting out of her own will but rather Mori's complete control. And she even calls him "Master".

Conclusion

Overall the relationship Mori and Yosano have is pretty messed up. I feel Yosano holds resentment and a lot of held-back anger for Mori (she has every right to). While Mori only sees her as a mere pawn to use in a cold-hearted game of chess. First he wanted to use her as a pawn in his game-changing war strategies and such and then he wanted to use her as a pawn to overthrow the "King" or otherwise known as the Previous Mafia Boss.

And since he wants to get her back and work under him in the Mafia, he can fulfill what he previously wanted to do and it is the optimal solution to him. That's all I have and thank you for reading, I hope that this was clear and made sense. If there's anything I missed out feel free to tell me and I'll see what I can do.

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WWX decides to kill two birds with one stone and with the help of WQ reforges the Stygian Tiger Seal into a artificial golden core replacement which she implants into WWX.

WWXs eyes are now permanently red and he has the full power of the seal at his fingertips at all times because its part of him now.

Another side effect of this Stygian Core is discovered when WWX misses JZXs ambush and is instead attacked and disembowled in Carp Tower in full view of the cultivation world but then immediately regenerates without a scratch and blood ruined robes.

Watching WWX be more annoyed at the bloody robes than being disembowled because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation has apparently cultivated to immortality USING RESENTMENT shakes a lot of people.

“Huh.” Wen Qing says as she observes yet another failure of Wei Wuxian’s inventions quite literally blow up in his face. “So this Seal of yours protects you?”

Wei Wuxian coughs from the smoke of his busted invention, “Well, yeah. What about it?”

“It’s sentient, correct?”

“Yeah....?”

“Hmm.” Wen Qing observed the Seal slowly bobbing up and down. “Can you circulate resentful energy through the Seal for a moment? Don’t make it do anything. Just channel resentful energy through it like you would if you channeled spiritual energy normally.”

“Okayyy??” Wei Wuxian was perplexed but nevertheless obeyed and watched as Wen Qing’s eyes brightened. “What? What is it? Wen Qing, tell meeeeee! Don’t leave me out!!!!!”

“Brat, I’m trying to concentrate.” She scolded him, but her tone was fond.

Wei Wuxian waited a few more moments before it seemed like Wen Qing had seen enough.

“I want you to calm down when I say this, but I think you can reforge the Seal into a core which I can transfer into you.”

Wei Wuxian was silent......for about two seconds. “............What?”

Wen Qing sighed. “Wei Wuxian, when you channeled resentful energy through the Seal, the Seal acted much like how it would if someone were to channel spiritual energy through their core. The Seal can be made into an artificial core is what I’m saying.”

“I.....you are sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. He knew Wen Qing wouldn’t joke about this.

“Yes. I’m about eighty percent sure this will go well. I can even knock you out when I cut you open this time.”

“I.....okay.” Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words.

“So I’ve rendered you speechless.” Wen Qing smiled. “That kinda feels good.”

Wei Wuxian pouted.

...........

It took a few days to reform the Seal into a form that would resemble a core but Wei Wuxian was a genius and having Wen Qing there to bounce ideas off of helped in giving him a clue as to how a core should look and feel like.

“Are you ready?” Wen Qing asked.

Wei Wuxian, who was one hundred percent not ready, said, “Yes.”

Wen Qing saw through this. “It will be alright.” She squeezed his hand. “This time, it will be alright.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was knocked out.

When he awoke, his eyes had burned for a little before the pain dissipated.

Wen Qing had been in the midst of declaring the operation successful when she suddenly paused, “Huh.”

“What is it?” He asked nervously. Did something go wrong?

“Oh.....it’s, hmm. A’ Ning, get me some water, will you?”

Wen Ning returned not long later and locked eyes with Wei Wuxian. He seemed quite startled and that made Wei Wuxian even more curious. Based on Wen Qing’s reaction, it wasn’t anything bad, but still.....

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes?”

“Look at your reflection and you’ll understand why A’ Ning and I looked startled.”

Wei Wuxian did.

And he was shocked to see that his eyes have now become a brilliant shade of red. “What the hell?”

“Mmhm.”

“Why are my eyes red???”

“Well, Wei Wuxian, I’m not sure if anyone’s told you, but you’re aware your eyes turn red everytime you use demonic cultivation, right?”

“Umm, no??”

“Well, they do. And considering what your core is, well. I’m not entirely surprised this happened. It was certainly unexpected though.” She finished cleaning up and left Wei Wuxian to just sit and admire his reflection.

...................

A week and some carefully supervised experiments later, Wei Wuxian had full control over his core. It was really just the same thing as how one would normally use a golden core, so it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. However, considering his core is the Seal, he also had the ability to control thousands of corpses and this time without any of the side effects.

He also spent time trying to get Suibian to respond to him using resentful energy. Considering that the sword was a spiritual sword, he was unsure of the compatibility but Suibian seemed to adapt well enough and Wei Wuxian was so glad he didn’t have to give up ever using his beloved sword again.

The next step on his agenda was to update the wards. Using the power of the Seal to strengthen it was a walk in the park and Wei Wuxian finally felt like despite how the cultivation world was always on the verge of killing him and the Wens, they’d be safe. The wards would hold out.

He then started absorbing all the deep-seated resentment in the soil to make it more fertile as well as trying to clear the Burial Mounds resentment by listening to the stories of the dead and helping them pass on. He also painstakingly dug up all the strewn about corpses, burned them and held proper funeral rites for them.

The crops flourished, the Wens and him were well-fed, and the Burial Mounds started to lighten up. Wei Wuxian no longer looked to be on the verge of death and he was able to cultivate without any problem.

Like this, time passed peacefully.

..........................

He was invited to his nephew’s one month celebration not long later and Wei Wuxian decided that this would be a good time to show the cultivation world that he truly is the grandmaster of demonic cultivation they all claim him to be. (In truth, he never considered himself to be any sort of grandmaster considering how little he knew of demonic cultivation, but it was different now.)

He told Wen Ning and the other corpses - of the resentful spirits that stayed behind saying they wanted to help him - to watch for any Jins since he trusted they’d take this chance to attack the Burial Mounds.

After he put on a concealing talisman for his eyes - since he knew that his different eye color would make a huge uproar -, he took to the skies with Suibian and nearly teared up. He’d missed flying. He’d missed this feeling. Laughing happily, he circulated the resentful energy in his core and sped up, becoming a black blur as he flew straight over Qiongqi Path.

When he landed at the foot of Koi Tower, invitation in hand, the Jin guards seemed surprised to see him there but had to let him in, not wanting to offend him.

Jiang Yanli-- no, it was Jin Yanli saw him and waved excitedly, beckoning him over. Out of his sight, Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan seemed surprised to see him there.

“A’ Xian!”

“Shijie!” The form of address slipped out.

Her face softened. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The whispers of the people around him, wondering why he was there, surrounded him, but he ignored it. “Shijie, here’s my present!”

She looked at the bell with a little bit of wonder. “What does it do?”

“It’ll ensure that high level resentful beings and below won’t be able to move!”

“Oh, A’ Xian! This is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Jin Zixuan said, awkwardly. Wei Wuxian had forgotten he was there.

“No need! If it’s for Shijie’s son, I’d do anything!”

“He’s my son, too.”

Wei Wuxian made a face at that. “Well, yeah.”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called and then stopped. “You have your sword?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged, “Yep!” He twirled around. “I started picking Suibian up again! But let’s not focus on that, Jiang Cheng!”

Jiang Cheng seemed hesitant but dropped it readily enough as they started bickering like they used to.

Suddenly--

“Wei Wuxian!” Someone yelled.

Wei Wuxian groaned. Can one day go on without someone yelling my name with hatred??? Like, please??

“Yeeeeeees?” He drawled tiredly.

And some Jin guy that vaguely looked like Jin Zixuan stomped in, looking murderous. “You, remove the curse that you put on me!!”

Murmurs started up all around them.

“Curse?” Wei Wuxian looked confused. “What curse? And who are you anyway? Am I supposed to know you from somewhere??”

“You know who I am!!”

“No, I don’t actually.” Wei Wuxian scratched his head as he walked forward to get a better look. He really didn’t know!

“That’s Jin Zixun.” His shijie said, coming up to him. “From the Phoenix Mountain hunt?” Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, she continued. “The one that was supposed to apologize to you.”

“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian thought really hard. “Oh! I remember you now!” He said to a rather red-faced Jin Zixun. “Sorry about that buddy, but uhh I didn’t curse you! I didn’t even remember you until now!”

“It must be you! It has to be you!!” He screamed and it was really grating on his nerves. “See! Look at this!” He ripped his robes open and everyone gasped at the evidence of the Hundred Holes curse on his torso.

Wei Wuxian whistled. “Well, that’s quite some curse. But I still didn’t do it.” Jin Zixun looked ready to refute so he continued, “Why would I curse you secretly when I usually make a big production of those I kill?”

People had to admit he had a point.

Jin Zixun continued to scream expletives until he finally rushed forward and in a rather bold move, drew his sword, plunging forward. However, in his anger, he completely missed his target and the direction of the blade pointed towards Jin Yanli.

“A’ Jie!!” Jiang Cheng screamed

Wei Wuxian was the closest to her and pushed her back, stepping in front of her taking the sword to his gut.

“A’ XIAN!!!” “WEI WUXIAN!!” “WEI YING!!” Jin Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Lan Wangji, who was actually there, all screamed.

And Wei Wuxian who had just been disemboweled, grit his teeth and pulled out the sword. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible decision since blood got everywhere. Though not so much when his stomach stitched itself back together. “................Huh.” I knew I regenerated quickly considering how often I got hurt plowing the fields and digging up the corpses to put them to rest, but damn that was quick. Though..... “My robes!” He fake-cried, turning his attention to a stunned Jin Zixun. “You ruined my robes! I just managed to scrounge up enough money to buy this new pair and you ruined them!!!!” He fretted over the large rip over his abdomen. “What am I going to tell Wen Qing? She just told me not to stain them!”

The entire cultivation just stared at him in silent shock, making Wei Wuxian feel a little self-conscious.

“Uhh, what are all of you staring at me for?”

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said with all the patience of an exasperated brother. “Is that the only thing you can ask?!” He glared, signaling for two Jiang disciples to restrain Jin Zixun from anymore stupid ideas he’d like to enact. “When did you cultivate to immortality?”

“I didn’t??? What do you mean??”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, checking him over. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm? I’m a little dizzy considering all the blood I’ve lost, but it’s nothing big!” He grinned. It felt nice to have Lan Zhan care for him rather than fight with him.

“Wei Wuxian, stop flirting with Hanguang-Jun and answer the damn question.”

Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to his brother and pouted at him, missing Lan Wangji’s red ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A’ Xian.” Shijie said and Wei Wuxian abruptly realized her robes had his blood on them.

“Shijie, I’m sorry I got your robes dirty!”

“It’s fine.” She patted him. “But A’ Xian, I know you didn’t pay attention to those lectures, but only immortals can heal from wounds like that that quickly.”

“Really?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan confirmed.

“Huh. So I’m immortal?”

“Yes.” Jiang Cheng deadpanned. “And you didn’t even notice it. In true Wei Wuxian fashion.”

Lan Zhan frowned then. He had still been checking Wei Wuxian’s pulse. “Wei Ying, what happened to your core?”

“Hmm? .........Oh shit.”

“Why is it covered in resentment?”

“Oh. Umm.” Wei Wuxian really was at a loss for words now. “We can discuss that later?”

“Wei Ying.”

“Aiya, how do you make my name sound like reprimand?”

“Don’t try to deflect the conversation.” Jiang Cheng said, now paying attention.

Wei Wuxian groaned. “Okay. Well, everyone would have found out sooner or later but umm. I might have cultivated to immortality accidentally via demonic cultivation? Haha, ha......”

No one laughed with him. They all looked pretty shaken and Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at their reaction. He felt pretty detached from it all, to be honest.

“Can we all just forget about this and continue celebrating Jin Ling’s one month celebration?”

And everyone collectively said, “No.”

“Aww.”

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To this day, I’m still unsure of whether it’s Carp Tower or Koi Tower.

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #wen qing #immortal wei wuxian #fluff #wei wuxian has a new core #but it's not a golden core #wen remnants #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #jin zixun #humor #lan zhan #lan wangji #mild warning for blood

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mademoiselle-swan · 3 years

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No turning back

The Constellation

This takes place after Mastermind, as will the next few chapters…

Picking a bunch of his beloved jelly pouches from the shelf, Shouta rubs his eyes tiredly and pinches the bridge of his nose when Izuku tosses a pack of hair ties into their shopping cart.

They don’t need any hair ties.

He likes his hair loose just fine, Izuku’s is a mess of curls that refuses to be tied back, and Hizashi hasn’t let his hair grow longer than a few centimeters since Oboro’s death.

“Problem child. Why would we buy those?”

“Have you ever thought of tying your hair back?”

Shouta gives his son the best deadpan look he can muster. “Why would I do that?”

“Well, that way people can’t tell when you activate your quirk!”

“…”

“What?”

“Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?” He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose none too gently. “I need coffee…”

“Want to drop by the cat cafe on the way home?”

Shouta stares at him for a few seconds before letting out a fond chuckle.

“And you wonder why Zashi thinks you’re my real son.”

-.-

“Hey Shouta?”

“Yeah?” Mutters Shouta as they run across the rooftops, escaping yet another hero who attacked his adoptive father for looking like a hobo.

“Can I call you dad?”

“Sure.”

“Thank, Dad.”

-.-

Shouta sighs as he closes the door to his apartment, resting his forehead against it, the cool wood helping his headache.

“Tough meeting?” Calls Izuku from the kitchen, from which escapes the most divine scents.

He nods, before realizing his kid can’t see him. With another sigh he trudges into the kitchen, ruffling Izuku’s unfairly soft hair before sliding into one the stools surrounding the kitchen counter.

“Yeah. The Rat assigned me a new mission.”

“Anything interesting?” Hums Izuku as he finishes up tonight’s supper, which, predictably, is katsudon. He doesn’t mind though, far from it. After all, his son’s recipe is to die for.

He nods, hesitating for barely a second before soldiering on. “Interesting enough that I’d like you to tag along, kid.”

“Really? What kind of mission?”

“Assassination.”

He can see the way his son stiffens at that and sighs. “I’ll drop off the file on your desk later, alright? Just, don’t do anything you don’t feel ready to do yet, alright? We go at your own pace, kid, do you understand?”

The smile Izuku shoots him is wobbly but sincere. “Yeah. Thanks.”

-.-

Izuku enters his bedroom with a sigh, sitting at his desk and staring at the folder lying on his desk like it’s going to bite him.

Eventually, he picks it up, flipping it open gingerly, and his eyes widen the more he skims through its contents.

Turns out that Zawa’s target is a high ranked member of the Commission, who’s pushing for harsher policies towards the quirkless and those with mutant or “villainous” quirks, if that’s even possible.

There’s a wind whirl of cold, calculative rage growing inside his chest the more he reads about the twisted agenda the bastard is pushing.

Legalizing Quirkless and Mutant trafficking, making it easier for said minorities to be killed in broad daylight, dehumanizing them, downgrading them to the status of pets and slaves.

He scowls down at the mugshot of the man, taking in his admittedly handsome features, the aristocratic slopes of his cheekbones, his neatly slicked back dark purple hair and matching eyes gleaming with arrogance and manipulative cunning, the smug smirk curling the man’s thin lips.

He works in the PR department for the Commission, and is often seen on TV because his quirk, Gospel, allows him to sway opinions and makes others more susceptible to believe his preachings and it works even through a screen. Though it only works on people who are unaware of the truth and has a very weak hold on the person’s mind that weakens over time, HC uses him to keep the population ignorant and malleable.

The man holds a position on the board of legislation of the Commission. Which means that he may very well be successful in passing the legislation he wants to pass. Especially since there’s been a lot of protests and outrage since his fake suicide made the news. There’s no doubt that the HSPC wants to nip the movement at the bud before it gains any more momentum.

His hands curl into fists, clenching hard, knuckles bleeding white and nails digging into his palms.

That can’t happen. Things are already hard for the minorities, they last thing they need is even more laws being passed that threaten to rob them of their basic human rights.

That leaves one single conclusion. A logical conclusion. The same one Nedzu and Shouta made. A conclusion that settles heavily on his shoulders the more he reads about the sorry excuse of a human being his dad is going to kill sooner than later.

If he goes ahead with this, there will be no turning back.

He doesn’t care.

He has passed his judgement.

His decision has been made.

The bastard needs to go down.

Shinsou Tsuzashi needs to die.

Izuku will ensure he does.

-.-

Shouta looks up from the blueprints of his target’s office when he hears footsteps getting closer.

His son walks into the living room silently, his hands curled into tight fists. His green eyes, usually so expressive, are hardened chips of ice, a storm raging in their viridian depths. His mouth is set in a firm line and his jaw, visibly clenched.

“Problem Child?”

Izuku’s expression is stubbornly determined as he answers.

“Count me in.”

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twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb · 3 years

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HAIKYUU! BOYS WHEN S/O HAVE TO SUDDENLY TRAVEL FOR WORK

A/N: This is long overdue. XD Enjoy!! Again, thank you for your likes, reblogs and follows. I'm eternally grateful. :'))

Toru Oikawa

· Oikawa just got back from an overseas game and the both of you are in your favorite restaurant spending your quality time together. Since Toru was in overseas for months, you applied as a researcher in the university that you work for. You have been waitlisted for weeks and when they finally accepted your application, they can only accommodate you as a substitute researcher/research assistant. Which to you is fine, since you’re just looking for something to pass time as your husband is not around.

· You helped and worked in a research project. The research team is about to gather data for the study. They would need data for each prefecture and that would take weeks to work on. Being only a substitute researcher, you learned the ins and outs of the project but you’re only asked to do something when needed to or when they lack manpower.

· You are enjoying your meal with Toru, listening his tales of his games and life overseas, his bragging about his international fangirls to which you laughed at, and his language learning. He acquired quite few though. You were enjoying the night so far when your phone successively chimed in—means that there are messages coming in.

· You took a peek at your phone screen and saw that it was the research team group messages. They are in a haywire. You haven’t really grasp what was happening with the research team as your attention is divided with Toru and your blown-up phone.

· “Babe, are you listening to me?!” he asked when he noticed that you’re furrowing at your phone.

· “Yes, babe. It’s just that these messages from the university are coming in and blowing up my phone.” You smiled sweetly as you put it on mute before putting it aside. “You were saying, darling?” So Toru continued narrating his and his team mates’ shenanigans overseas. As your husband is in the middle of his story, your phone started to vibrate inside your bag. You tried to ignore it until you couldn’t so you have to tell Toru to hold up and you would just check if everything’s okay with the research team.

· It was the lead researcher who is calling you. They have been messaging you but of course, this is your personal time. They couldn’t blame you for responding late or not responding at all.

· “Hello?” you picked up the phone. “Hello, Oikawa-san. I’m sorry, but are you available?” the one on the other end said. “Honestly, no. I’m somewhere.” you answered truthfully. The person on the other line sighed, “That’s too bad. We need your help, Oikawa-san. Ishii-san’s wife went into labor and he cannot go with us to proceed with the research. You’re our only hope.” You sensed the desperation but you cannot just jump in the waters especially now, that he’s back.

· “Fujihara-san, I cannot answer you right away. My husband just arrived from overseas and I still have to discussed it with him.” You told your senior. You heard a sigh on the other line but Fujihara-san agreed and said that you still have time to decide until tomorrow, hoping that you’ll agree because your name is also credited to the research. Like your actual name is placed as one of the researchers.

· The call ended and Toru was looking at you questioningly. You just said ‘later at home’ as you don’t want to spoil the rest of the evening. But your husband already knows something is up. You went back to where you were a while ago until you finished your time in the resto.

· “Darling-chan, did you enjoy our dinner?” Toru asked you, swaying your held hands as you walk to the next block where your car is park. “Yes, I did.” You beamed at him and then you frowned a little bit, recalling the call earlier. “What’s with your face, Y/N-chan?” you shook your head in response. “Is it about the call you got a while back?” he pressed further. You just nodded in response. Toru pulled you closer to him and kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand after. You continued your walk back to the car in silence, enjoying the nightly breeze caressing your skins.

· The drive to your house was silent. It’s kind of eating you up. You’re having mental practice of how to lay all the cards to Toru when you arrive later. Your husband is a stubborn man and he’s dramatic AF.

· “Okay, I know we’ve been silent the whole ride and that you’ve been dying to know what’s the deal.” You said the moment you got into the living room of your home. “Don’t deny it, Toru. I couldn’t count the times you’ve glanced at me on the rearview mirror.” You said before he could even express his disagreement which made him roll his eyes and mumble ‘fine’ under his breath.

· “Well… babe, I’m needed to travel for the research team.” You smiled sheepishly.

· Toru frowned. “But, I just got back darling-chan.” He’s completely opposed that you have to go away right now—now when he’s back. “Hmmpf! Your research team is ugly. Why did they decided to do your research now that I’m back?!” He continued to whine.

· “Toru, it was an emergency. I’m not supposed to go but one of the researcher’s wife went into labor and that he couldn’t go.” You tried to explain.

· “Don’t you love me anymore?! You’re leaving me when I just got here?! And you’re choosing those stinky research team over me, your pretty husband?!” you laughed at your husband’s childish rants and name-calling. He huffed and continued to whine about how they’re trying to take you time from him, how ugly they are for doing so and how annoying they are doing research.

· “Babe… well… I’ll tell them I wouldn’t go. I guess.” You said as you took pity at your husband. Toru blinked. “Really darling-chan?”

· “I guess? I mean I would be credited if I do it but it’s fine if I won’t be. I’m glad to be spending time with you.” You said. Toru is more important anyway and you miss this human so much.

· “No wait. That’d be good for your career. Just go.” You gaped at him, disbelief is apparent. You never expected this to come out from his mouth. Not when he spent minutes childishly slandering the research team.

· “But I’m getting you pregnant though as a revenge on them. So when you’re all doing another research, you’ll be in labor and they have to find a replacement. ” he supplied before you could react. You narrowed your eyes at him but he just looked at you smugly. “Hah, I’m so cunning, Darling-chan.” More like petty, you thought but you could only shake your head.

· You reassured once again if he is really okay with you going. He said yes and now, he’s pulling you to your bedroom with the agenda of helping you pack and getting you pregnant.

Hajime Iwaizumi

· Iwaizumi just got home from work. He has been working late these days since there are an upcoming overseas game in four months. The players are also in a grind. There is too much pressure in Hajime’s work so you’re being extra considerate with him.

· You’ve been preparing him dinner, baths and massages even though you also came home from work. Because if the situation is reversed, your husband would do that for you.

· “Haji, welcome home.” You greeted him by the door. You heard his car from the outside.

· “Hi, baby.” He answered while giving you a soft peck on your lips. You got his bag from him as he removed his shoes by the door.

· You slowly pulled Hajime towards the kitchen. “I know you haven’t had dinner yet.” You motioned for him to sit as you reheat the dinner your made for him in advance and prepped the plate and the utensils. “Haji, do you want a warm Chamomile tea, tonight?” you asked him while preparing two set of cups.

· You felt two arms snaked on your waist while feeling the weight of his head on your shoulders.

· “Yes, baby. Please.” He mumbled, his head still leaned on your shoulder. You gently turned around to face him. You caressed his hair as you said ‘okay’. He looks so worn out, dark circles started to form on his eye and there’s also a five-day old stubble on his face. You gently pat him for a minute until he lets go and let you do what you have to do.

· You laid out the chamomile tea and the dinner you’ve made for him. Hajime started eating and he asked you about your day. You told him that you had a very long day working from home. Your office was so busy because there are foreign investors coming and that you are rushing to finalize everything from the arrangements to the hired translator since your company offered to hire one yourself.

· Hajime looked at you with amusement and amazement while basking in the pride that he’s also feeling. You’ve come so far with your career and he’s absolutely awed with your success. He’s also successful himself and he’s very grateful to share that success with you.

· You and Haji are cleaning up the dishes when your phone shrilled from the living room. You looked at Haji, bewildered for it is already this late before excusing your self to answer the call.

· Your brows furrowed when you saw it was your boss calling. “Hello, Good Evening Aizawa-san. How may I help you?” you said carefully while wondering what could’ve gone wrong with your thorough preparation.

· “Iwaizumi-san, I’m very sorry to call you this late but the translator we hired cannot come tomorrow. He got into a car accident.” You heard you boss’ sigh. He was so happy that everything was going well and now this happened.

· “Oh, Aizawa-san, that’s terrible. I hope he’s fine now. Do you want me to look for another translator?” you glanced at the clock, it’s already a quarter to twelve. You’re starting to get worried now. You’ve been preparing and pitching this meeting for months, there’s no way that it’s not going to push through because you have no translator for tomorrow.

· “He’s recovering now. No, Iwaizumi-san. I looked up your files again and found out that you know how to speak English.” Your boss said. You suddenly remembered that you include putting it in your additional set of skills when you applied for a job. Luckily, they hired you even though you don’t really have the experience back then. But you persevered and now, a couple of years later, you’re climbing up the top.

· “Yes, sir. I do. I lived in England for about six months for an exchange program. Pardon me if I asked why did you bring it up, sir?”

· “Well, I want you to fill in the translator’s job instead. I’ll be paying you extra since this is another job I asked you to do.” Your boss said with finality. You have no choice but to agree. Your boss bid you goodbye and expects to see you at the venue tomorrow. Not only that, you have to be with them for the duration of the foreigners’ visit.

· You slumped on the couch, feeling the wave of exhaustion again. You thought you can spend your day with Hajime in his work place tomorrow. You were excited for that. You even prepared what to cook for him and the team tomorrow. You also have something to say to him tomorrow which adds up the excitement.

· “What’s with the big sigh, honey?” Hajime asked as he sat beside you on the couch. You pout at him, not really wanting to speak because you’re on the brink of tears.

· You dived unto Haji’s chest while wrapping your hands on his waist. You inhaled his scent.

· “Haj, I’m gonna leave for work tomorrow.” You said in a low, muffled voice.

· “What did you say, babe? I didn’t hear it quite well.” He said as he kissed the top of your head.

· You looked at him and pouted before saying that you have to leave for work. Hajime lets out a small ‘oh’. You saw Haji tried to blink the disappointment away but failed, with a small frown emerging from his lips. Haji was also excited. It’s been so long since you’ve come over to his workplace. You apologized to him because you couldn’t keep your word but he reassures you that it’s fine. He asked why though and you explained to him the conversation you have with your boss.

· “Aww, I’m so proud of you, baby. You’ve come this far. We’re successful in our own ways. Though we sometimes spend time away, I am so thankful to share this success with you.” You melt at Hajime’s words. You never thought that you’ll hear these things from him now. He doesn’t really shower you with affectionate words but rather, actions. You thought that’s all what he has to say but you’re wrong.

· “Tomorrow, I know you’ll do great as you always do. You’re a great employee, a great daughter, a great friend, a great wife and… a great mother.” You gasp at his last statement. You looked at him, surprised.

· “How did you—” Hajime cut you off with a deep kiss.

· “I installed your tracker remember? You also logged in your account. So, whenever you update, my tracker info also gets updated.” You laughed at him sheepishly. So much for the surprise.

You asked him if he was happy. He replied ‘ecstatic’. He pulled you up to go to bed since you’re expecting, he thinks that you should sleep early. You bargained to stay up a little longer since you need to fix your suitcase bringing three-days’ worth of clothes. When you finished, you and Hajime cuddled until you both feel asleep— asleep feeling more devoted and committed to each other and the upcoming little Iwaizumi.

#hq fluff #hq oikawa #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu fic #hajime iwaizumi #oikawa toru

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