#putting them in silly little outfits for my own enjoyment
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You, a troublemaker, have a chance encounter with Buggy when he and his crew raid the ship you’re on.
You were always the jokester on your ship. The rest of the crew tolerated it, but jokes were your bread and butter. As a pirate, the days were long and the work was hard and you’d be damned if you didn’t keep yourself amused with silly rhymes, one liners, snarky comebacks, absurdisms, whatever you could come up with, really. Usually you were responded to with a roll of the eyes, a suffering sort of smile, even silence, but sometimes you said a real zinger and got the crew to come together in laughter. Those were the best times. But you enjoyed some of the less tolerant reactions too. You found a particular enjoyment in being a menace.
When your ship was taken over by a group of theatrically inclined circus pirates, everyone in your crew was certain they would all be dying in strange, unusual, and possibly theatrical ways. That was what you were prepared for, too. And, sure, it was unfortunate, but at least the lighting was sure to be great and your inevitable demise was sure to be creative. Being a pirate, believe it or not, was often very tedious business unless you were actively in the middle of some mischief. Dying sucked, but at least it would be interesting and keep you occupied.
And your good humor, much to your captured crew’s chagrin, was there to keep you company until the theatrically inclined circus pirates figured out what to do with the lot of you.
When a certain clownish pirate captain made an appearance, sauntering around the deck of your ship as if he owned the place, a member from your crew elbowed you hard in the ribs and warned, “Better not be planning any funny business.”
If your hands weren’t already raised in surrender with the rest of the crew, you would have put them up defensively. But a mischievous smile was playing on your lips as you said, “Who knows what I’m planning?”
“Who said something about my nose?!” Captain Buggy’s voice was so loud that everyone jumped at the exclamation.
Your eyes moved over the fine yet intimidating figure that was the invading clown pirate captain. His outfit was flashy and makeup was unapologetically clownish. He moved with a grace and confidence that belied the outrage he clearly felt over a comment on his nose. You realize that he must have been insecure (and, overall, overcompensating) for something, but what really got your attention was the frown that defied how his makeup stretched into a smile. His makeup begged for him to smile and, aside from whatever insecurity he harbored, he looked like he could take a good joke. It would be a shame if he couldn’t take a good joke, after all, since he was, in fact, a clown.
Everyone averted their eyes when he stared them down, shining blue eyes roving over each member of the crew you belonged to. Everyone, that is, except you. You looked back at him, unwavering, an amused grin on your face.
“What’re you smiling about?” He questioned, taking a few lumbering steps over to you. He was so tall and moved with such unique grace, such intense purpose.
“What? People can’t smile when they see a clown anymore?” You asked back, daring to lower your hands only to be jabbed in the ribs again, this time by a member of Buggy’s crew. Your hands darted back up into a surrender, but you rolled you eyes as you did it. “I thought that was, like, the whole point. And, anyway, you should think about smiling more. A frowny clowny is a little bit of a contradiction, I would think.”
Buggy advanced until he grabbed ahold of your collar and said, head cocked and inches from your face, “Well, Captain Frowny Clowny is a little pissy-wissied because some fuck-twat should have kept their mouth shut instead of talking about something that wasn’t their business. And, come to think of it, I could have sworn that voice came from your direction. Do you know anything about that, princess?”
You could feel his breath on your cheeks, could feel how strong his hand was, and wondered in equal parts what it would be like to be kissed by someone like him and what it would be like to be thrown overboard by someone with such enthusiasm. When you smiled again, his eyes flickered to your lips before darting back to lock gazes with you. He was impatient like a man but as feral as an animal in his intensity.
“I do.”
“Oh, really? Pray, why don’t you share with the class what you know?” If he was an animal, he liked to play with his food before he ate it.
You felt everyone’s eyes on you and you knew that he felt them too: the captive audience for his performance. But he didn’t know that you liked an audience, too.
“All I was saying was—“
“—so it was you who had something to say. Why am I not surprised?—“
“Hush, I’m not done.” Your voice was a little choked from how the collar cut into your throat, but you pushed on anyway, smile as unwavering as the rest of you. “All I was saying was that why are you so upset about your nose when you have so much more to worry about? I mean,” you wheezed out a giggle at how the expression on his face changed, “I mean, you have twice as many eyes as you do noses and you’re acting like your nose is your biggest problem. What’s up with that?”
“What?”
“And don’t even get me started on your ears.”
You and Buggy stared at each other in silence. The whole ship seemed to be holding a collective breath. Your smile settled into a closed mouthed, triumphant smirk, and when he looked at you like he was trying to read another language, you wiggled your eyebrows. Then, just when you thought he was going to throw you overboard after all, a smile broke through the clown’s determinedly fierce looking scowl and you two started to laugh together.
He released his grip on your collar, smoothed down your shirt, and slung an arm over your shoulder. “You’re not half bad, princess.” He started to lead you away from your crew. “You know, I’m feeling generous.” He looked to his crew, “Take the loot, take whatever you want, but they get to live. Go crazy. Let’s give them some stories to take back to port about Captain Buggy and his dastardly crew.”
He waited for the chaos and carnage to start before looking back to you. “Have you ever thought about running away with the circus? Because do I have an offer for you…”
#buggy the clown#opla buggy#buggy x reader#buggy x you#no y/n#opla buggy x reader#opla buggy x you#opla#one piece#one piece live action#foul language#but no other cw#fluff#this has been on my mind for a while#so has the stupid clown#why do I love him
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TWST working at McDonalds
my credentials are i have never worked at mcdonalds
this is crack don’t take it seriously
warnings: swearing and cr*wley
Riddle
absolutely judges you for even coming to order at mcdonalds. there is no nutrition!! all of it is grease and sugar!!
refuses to work drivethru. yelling does nothing for his rage, his violent nature will not be contained
relax, riddle doesn’t have scarlet fever, his face just does that. is it healthy? probably not.
is not the manager but when people ask for the manager they will call for riddle because he can do a better job
(if you hadn’t figured, the manager is cr*wley)
has the most monotone, dead customer service voice
if someone forgets to fill the coins or fails to lock up, you will be put on janitor duty to think about what you’ve done
understandably, it’s very effective
do not let him train the newbies. he thinks telling the instructions once/reading the employee handbook (THAT HE VOLUNTARILY MADE. insane man.) will prepare them.
the reigns of training deuce and ace were then very quickly passed off to someone else
riddle gives emotional support hugs to kalim and cusses out the people who are mean to him with the fury of a thousand suns
if he weren’t so competent, he would’ve been fired
(he wouldn’t have been fired. cr*wley doesn’t want to hire new people)
he’s learning recipes from lilia on their break. after his attempt at soup gave him the flu, he has not tried to learn recipes from lilia since
a bit concerned by the screaming children. he’s never been surrounded by children his age so he thinks the scream-laughter is like a call for help
Trey
when he burns the batches of cookies he feeds them to the workers and tells them its the double chocolate chip cookies
the staff believe him because he’s never really done anything wrong
except for that ungodly amount of spare dental products in their staff washroom
normal people have toilet paper in the cupboard but their staff washroom has toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, all labeled with everyones names
no one knows who brought them, one day the cupboard was just full, but since trey keeps telling people to brush their teeth after eating the cookies it isnt hard to find out who did it
now because of him, if anyone runs out of toilet paper in the bathroom they need to text a co-worker to hand them another roll
trey finds the strongest types of coffee combinations for silver, but is getting increasingly concerned by the amount of espresso shots getting put into the cup
he will also coordinate group outfits for halloween or gift exchanges during the holidays
during the spooky season, you will find a free toothbrush in your bag or happy meal box
just... don’t ask
it was either that or licorice because trey clover is a black licorice enjoyer
Cater
makes promotional tiktok videos during his shift
specifically a “come with me to work ^^” videos where he films some things that can definitely get them in trouble. the words “health code violation” makes up 40% of the comments
hogs the stall bathrooms to break down and cry and send crying streaks to malleus
malleus hasnt learned how to use the app (yet) so cater has been treating their dms like his personal diary
he leaves sticky notes on the bathroom mirrors, lockers, and on the inside of the drivethru window saying some live laugh love kinda shit to mock trey’s white mom home decor
rook scribbles his own little stick figures of trey on them and adds speech bubbles
ace gives him the idea of summoning a demon at work and cater hopped on that without hesitation now there is a pentagram made of silly string on the wall of the bathroom
when taking orders he puts any additional notes in all caps. now deuce is staring at the order with the notes “NO DAIRY OR SHE WILL BLOW UP OUR TOILET” and “IF ACE FORGETS THE SAUCE AGAIN IM MAKING HIM CLEAN THE PLAYPLACE”
because of everyone’s incompetency, the receipt will contain these notes. sorry martha
when the manager had arrived to evaluate them, you will not find a single cater in sight
cay cay is slay slaying in hiding
Ace
hes the guy you should blame for never getting your dipping sauce or missing part of your order
he does trick shots in the back and if it lands in the bag, you get your stuff, if it doesn’t, rip
“i’m sorry you want how many chicken nuggies?? 200?? okay, word. wish i could spend that much on chicken nuggies”
will return bitch energy in the drivethru
he absolutely plays a game with deuce over if the person in the mic sounds hot or not
cater started that game, then he was kicked out for flirting with the customers
fortunately for the customers and staff alike, ace does not flirt with the customers
when someone asks for the manager he’ll walk away, then come back and speaks in a different voice and accent and cusses them out
kicked off from doing drivethru after he played cupcakke songs on there
he was raving over those minion happy meals and loved those banana cookies
it was a mistake to ask ace to do card tricks on their break because the items they gave up for the trick have disappeared
so sorry idia, your limited edition trading card will not be in safe hands
bribes the children with the happy meal toys for them to start calling riddle ronald mcdonald
riddle has no proof it’s ace’s doing but He Knows.
Deuce
he wanted to raise money to send back to his mama
how much money hes actually raising through this job though? is not a lot
brews riddle tea every morning just the way he likes it and he gets a premium riddle smile in return
takes so much time to count coins pls be patient with him
don’t tell azul, but if you’re nice, he will not charge you for any extra sauce or toppings
he “doesn’t know where the button is” wink wink
the only one who likes the easter egg mcflurries. when jack has free time, he will make one for himself and deuce and they chill on his break
(deuce doesn’t tell jack he’s still on the clock, and jack doesn’t tell deuce that he prefers oreo mcflurries more)
once got into a fight with ace over whether fish fillets were good or not and deuce threw a ketchup bottle hard enough to knock ace out cold
he apologized profusely but all ace cared about was how to throw like deuce. (he’s got some grudges and yes deuce received a ketchup bottle to his head)
in the back, you’ll find the rookies playing with that seasons happy meal toys joyfully
deuce defends the happy meal books with his life even though none of his friends agree
its okay deuce they’re just jealous they can’t read /j
Leona
cheka filled in the mcdonalds application for leona after seeing the happy meal toys
he thinks working at mcdonalds would cheer up his unca
it does not
leona would really prefer if you just ordered at the kiosks
works drivethru and terrorizes everyone there
“can i get a umm..” “im sorry we don’t sell ‘umms’ we also don’t sell to people who cant speak properly”
dreads when he sees a group of teenagers in line. they have the most balls and he can only be recognized as the “prince working at mcdonalds” so many times before he starts throwing hands
refuses to wear the uniform properly. comes in with the most patterned ass fucking shirts. im talking leopard print, stripes, polka dots, pineapples. he’s an uncle and he dresses like one. see exhibit a
if it wasn’t a safety hazard he would also wear those uncle slippers so he can slip them off and hit malleus with them. this is the 4th time the ice cream machine is broken and cheka wants a mcflurry.
the slippers are also for his dogs to scare off judgy karens RUFF RUFF ARF BARK WOOF
stopped passing his work off to other people after vil tried to shave him bald. he shudders from the memory of the buzzing razor
Ruggie
he steals a fry before putting it in your bag
obsessively counting his earnings and will notice if he is getting paid less
makes him a very efficient cashier. if you give him strictly coins he will curse you on the inside but he’s quick to organize them all and give you the change
he also does not make you feel awkward when you’re taking longer to pay. there’s nothing to apologize for, go take ur time. helping leona has built up a looooot of patience in this guy
goes outside for his breaks, picks dandelions and makes wishes to PLEASE GET A PAY RAISE.
he wants to gtfo of this job he lives too far away from his grandma
some kid wanted their birthday at mcdonalds and ruggie personally went out to get lots of decorations for their special day
the place was filled with balloons and streamers and ruggie got floyd to dress like a clown to entertain the kids
the staff fr thought ruggie was taking revenge on them bc everyone was BEGGING to be the clown in fear of floyd being placed with the kids
ruggie knows floyd is great with kids but pretended he was the worst option for the Drama™
also because floyd bribed him with a wendy’s combo to do so. they both went to wendy’s after
he IS the christian autumn girl you WILL find him wearing infinity scarves and cardigans and uggs on the first day of september brandishing a PSL he bought with the card he stole from leona
when the staff had gotten enough of cr*wleys antics, lilia takes his car for a joy ride and treats everyone to the fountain soda. sorry, we kinda on a budget here
(ruggie pats his pocket in pride, cr*wleys credit card snug in place)
Jack
very devoted worker
believes that even if he hates his job, he can still be good at it
panics when a karen asks him why the ice cream machine isnt working but what kind of logical explanation can you give someone who won’t listen?
asks riddle to take care of it
yes those are his real ears no you may not touch them
sick and tired of hearing the jacob from twilight comparisons
jack thinks hes accumulated at least 3 mental illnesses from working here and it’s only been a few months
he’s put in the back to prepare orders instead of interacting with people which he appreciates very much. he’s kinda awkward, and people ask questions that make him uncomfortable
gets the orders out in record time. he wants them done and gone with
when vil is having another one of his meltdowns, they send jack to calm him down
the staff think jack have this magical healing power but really he just pat pats vil on the back and gives him some lemon water.
they go out for walks if they have time and take pictures of nature and vil tells him about the plants
A+ therapy buddy, now vil needs a therapy buddy for his therapy buddy
Azul
after his plan on leaving the job failed he has a new goal: overthrow the company
even in minimal wage misery, azul will find a way to come out on top
he already is holding something over cr*wley in nrc, he will hold something over the bird man again to get a higher salary
he makes the bird raise all of their salaries actually, because he’s very generous
as thanks for his effort, he takes 2% of their earnings and no one puts up much of a fight because any salary increase in this job will do
azul may have started a revolution but he is not our comrade </3
he does not take breaks. its the sigma male grindset forever. until he’s forcibly dragged away from his coffee and his new menu additions
mans the cashier and refuses to give up his spot. customers either love him or hate him
he is constantly trying to get people to buy more food and he’s terribly good at convincing them
customers don’t know they pulled out their wallet until they already paid
he practices his charisma in the bathroom mirror. he has cue cards, and they all dictate his persona to the smallest detail.
riddle walks in just needing to pee and sees azul pulling out the shittest posh accent and language and is way too tired to care. but azul does get some tips and he walks out a little more confident
Jade
wouldve worked longer as the janitor if the washrooms werent so fucking disgusting
hey, you get to hear lots of stuff when you’re cleaning the place
most people do not acknowledge the janitor, so information gets tossed around without a care
helps kids fill their cups at the drink station, helps them put on the drink lids properly too
helps azul make bots to give this mcdonalds good reviews, specifically mentioning their names and how helpful they are <3 listen, a bitch is desperate
in case someone is getting really annoying, jade reminds everyone that the bleach is in the bottom of the supply closet
to threaten? to drink? to poison? no one knows and jade likes being cryptic
teams up with lilia to make new menu suggestions. they aim to make one recipe that finally gets the OK
hey, mushroom oatmeal is a good idea! don’t kick it till you try it!
floyd got fed up once jade snuck mushrooms in his burger as revenge so they started a fight over the tables
there was hair pulling, shouting, biting, and a chair was thrown
apparently this is one of the tamer fights?? the only children are horrified
they’re lucky it was late because they got into big trouble with manager riddle
“big trouble” lasted about 5 minutes because floyd kept repeating “why”. with riddle’s attention on floyd, jade snuck out
thank you for your sacrifice
Floyd
the only reason hes not doing food prep jobs is to hide the fact that hes playing in the playplace
when his coworkers try to look for him he slithers in and hides in the tubes
when asked to look for a floyd, the kids cant point him out because he never tells them his name
is absolutely the ronald mcdonald mascot. he shows up in costume when he feels like it and it’s like watching the strangest joker sequel ever
does shitty magic tricks and turns off all the lights to entertain the children. staff hate him.
once the radio stopped working so floyd brought it upon himself to bring a few hula hoops and starting hula hooping while walking and singing lady gaga
he brings in random shit to do trick shots and he moves around via hoverboard/skates at all times
he has an old lysol container he uses as his water bottle. to this day, floyd has managed to convince ace that drinking lysol will make you immortal
kicked off of the register because he will not shut his mouth. please stop hitting on customers and please stop calling people snowflakes, no matter how much they deserved it
he’s good at preparing drivethru orders even though he’s playing on his phone most of the time
(he’s texting kalim. all of them run like 3AM thoughts or shower thoughts)
Kalim
his union birthday card makes him look like a mcdonalds worker
don’t let him work in the drive thru he shouts
always hands you your food with “have a great day!”
if you are the most awful person and complain about kalim he responds with a hearty “aw shucks, sorry ‘bout that”. and while he bounces back quickly, how dare you.
he is the one that breaks the ice cream machine all the time
he Does Not Know how to operate it yet he is always the one there when someone needs ice cream
he brought sprinkles one time for the impromptu staff ice cream party he declared, but now customers think sprinkles are on the menu
he doesn’t have the heart to say they aren’t on the menu, so he personally buys sprinkles for this specific location
goes all out during parties. he will bring in a cotton candy maker and popcorn poppers and holiday treat bags
kalim drowning in riches, why is he here??
cater complained he was lonely, so kalim joined him.
they‘re always blasting the latest tunes in the back and treating tasks like a suggestion
but how can you get angry at the big, beaming smile on kalims face?
Jamil
the most efficient worker
hes so calm. hes used to stupid people.
uses his internal monologue to stay sane.
he looks aloof on the outside but he is actually screaming on the inside. everything is on fire. the floor is lava and there are no platforms.
highkey just complies to the crazy demands these bitches make because he has no energy nor mental capacity to try to reason with these people
however, he remembers every single face and name and it is going into his personalized death note
he’s on volume nine now
before jade and lilia propose their ideas to azul, they have to run it by jamil first. and jamil deems all their ideas as a one way ticket to a poison control centre
because none of them are reliable, jamil writes the numbers and names of emergency services on sticky notes and slaps them everywhere beside caters stickies
theres numbers for helplines, poison control, pest control, and electrical maintenance
leona used one of them to write down contact information for a hitman (it is rook’s number)
jamil uses that number to call for help. it is life threatening matter (it was a cockroach)
jamil nearly whacks azul with a broom for being in the storage supply
azul hid there because alas, it is a small world and his bullies in grade school are now his customers
jamil, being a decent human being, chooses not to spritz him with rubbing alcohol and gives him some awkward reassurance
unfortunately, it works, and now jamil is azul’s emotional support human and the staff send him to find azul every time
jamil is getting an aneurysm
Vil
where vil wouldve ended up had he actually murdered neige
if a customer asks whats in their food he will give you a whole essay on where it came from, how it got transported, how its prepped, made, seasoned, and the nutritional value
he’s never felt greasier in his life. he’s gone through all of his oil blotting papers on the first week. what the hell is in the air
his makeup looks immaculate every day, its to cover up the look of “i just got my life sucked out” as soon as he clocked in
the radio doesn’t actually break. vil just mutes it whenever neige is starring in a new movie because that is all the radios will talk about.
speaking of neige, if he and his little dwarves come in, vil will tell them he’s having a wonderful time and that this job is good for experience
if he had fewer morals he would be putting rat poison in cr*wleys morning coffee
he excuses himself to go in the storage closet and scream. epel joins him and it’s their biweekly bonding activity
very patient with the children and talks to them with an air of grace. he accepts suggestions for the types of movies they want to see him in
quarrels with leona daily. he gets called ugly, then vil’s heel will meet his toes. vil may be dignified but that doesn’t make him any less petty
sadly for leona, cheka loves vil and will tell his unca to be nicer to the pretty man
vils “yeah leona, be nice” earns him a very mature middle finger from leona
will refuse to even give this establishment clout. has their company account blocked.
after fans see vil on caters vlogs, vil changes the password to the company account so no one can post on it again.
his true villain arc
Rook
he used to work as the janitor because he was immaculate at cleaning but the staff put him on register instead
he’s very good at appeasing people
if a customer asks whats in the bigmac he will give you a whole thesaurus but will not actually tell you whats in it or where its from
he will compliment everyone that walks up to his register. in fact, even if he didn’t speak to you, he will yell across the room and say your skin looks radiant today
his compliments are not normal, they range from “your teeth are so straight” to “you smell different...oh, you must’ve went to the walmart down the street!”
after enough complaints, vil gives rook a stern talk
it works, but now theres a new problem arising
he’s been collecting leonas hair
it wasn’t “serious” enough of a problem to take action, but leona is preparing a restraining order
helps train the newbies the most. epel and ortho love him, which means the entire group has to
ortho follows him around asking him random questions every day because he thinks rooks answers are unconventional. he’s collecting data to help idia make friends!
Epel
all of his spare shipment of apples actually go to mcdonalds
since cr*wley doesn’t want to pay for apples he finds this the cheaper option and gives epel a slight payraise for it
epel sends the money to his mama
azul is Very Jealous.
do NOT let epel man the register he WILL throw hands.
even with his pronoun pin, bitches will still use the wrong pronouns and he Will Get Physical!
stop asking him for his number, he will cuss you out and insult your breath
also keeps tabs on these customers and writes them down on their clipboard. sebek is in on this and will very Loudly cuss out these people if they harrass epel again
he has been reported to the manager at least once a week but he can’t get fired bc cr*wley needs those applys
congrats epel, you got privilege
teams up with ace to prank the staff. they replace the coffee machine with coke cola and move everyones belongings in the wrong lockers
he brings scented candles into the washrooms, vil brings the lighter. they accidentally trigger the fire alarm but they sit there calmly staring at the candle wick
gets swarmed during the holidays because he has to help azul write down recipes (absolutely not the family recipes. those are secret) for the seasons.
because of this he spends lots of time with azul and learns a lot about him. now azul has 2 emotional support humans
makes emotional support apple cider for azul. favouritism acquired!
Idia
is banging the door to the bathroom cater is hogging and cater lets him in they lock the door and cry together
when a customer throws down a bunch of coins idia debates jumping off a building
why the hell does this customer want mcdonalds to do the catering to their party
he IS the one silently judging everyone but he thinks everyone is silently judging him too
kids love to point at his hair and ask to touch it
please do not touch his hair. few people ever get close enough to touch him. idia will break down
they want 100 hashbrowns? damn bitch who is you feeding? idia cant fathom someone having that many friends
he quits being the cashier and decides to work as a janitor instead. at least no one will look or talk to him
he enjoys being the janitor but he soon finds out that people are heckin nasty. the messes he cleans up are ones he never thought would come from grown ass adults
once a kid dropped her toy and idia (after cursing his life and gathering all his courage) picked it up for her, and the little girl loved his hair so much. now he has the nickname of “flame princess” from adventure time
pulling for his favourite characters on his break as lilia makes summoning rituals for them
they work, so now lilia is invited to every kind of gacha pull idia does. he boosts the SSR rates up 10%!
Ortho
declining cards of people who laugh at idia for stuttering
he finds their cars, their addresses, their jobs, everything about these people. they’re prepared just in case idia wants them :)
ortho encourages rook to fly a arrow through their car windows
they have a swear jar and ortho funds it the most
absolutely steals some of the happy meal toys for himself and idia to play with
bonding with street cats and people of all ages
people think ortho is a walking ad for mcdonalds bc he invites them to visit his workplace, but he’s conducting exposure therapy for idia. these are friends you havent met yet!
technically he is under apprenticeship training but poses as an employee to get money
he wants the new PS5 👉👈
whenever vils new movies comes out, ortho prepares an entire fan review to discuss with vil. he’s his biggest fan!
vil takes the feedback and gives ortho candy as thanks for his support
ortho is the staff favourite and he even gets extra tips because of his cute face
gets convinced to give azul a dollar for every board game he plays with idia
Malleus
lilia told him this was summer camp
lurks around, says hi to people. wants to befriend idia but idia thinks mal is messing with him
one of the few who get to hear riddle bitching about his job. he doesn’t really understand, but is a good listener
will ask cater how to work the social medias and cater makes mal swear to not open his magisnap
malleus doesn’t even know what that is and apologized to cater for opening up his magicam page </3
sebek fr breathing down his neck and the only place to hide from him is in the bathroom
he finds cater and idia there crying in the corner and he joins them to fit in
they are now an unofficial group of social outcasts and they occasionally meet up to play pokemon (mal watches)
he’s in charge of refilling the ice but he just??? disappears from his shift midway??? and now theres no ice bc they’re too busy cleaning up the fucking silly string in the bathroom
people avoid him so he just does work in the back
and by work in the back i mean he’s terrorizing leona while he’s terrorizing the customers
he’s stuck on tray washing duty bc it is too dangerous for him to do anything else
he is very unsafe near the hot oil, he practices no safety procedures near the hot steam and water.
maybe it’s best to put him on ice cream machine duty... it’s always broken anyways
Lilia
hes experienced so many things in his long long life but he hasnt experienced customer service before
prefers this over being in the military actually
kids love to point out the little bat ears on his head
decorated the place for halloween one year but then it was transferred to azul because the skeletons hanging from the ceiling were scaring the children and the (fake..??) blood in the back was scaring the staff
do not be frightened by watching him drink ketchup in the back, he just Does That
babies literally everyone and everyone (reluctantly) calls him dad as revenge
it was weird at first but now lilia is asserting his new dad status and performing the most bass boosted, earth shattering sneezes known to man
on one of his dad status days, lilia goes “relax my sons, i am only fucking one of your mothers.”
silver doesn’t even know his mother but he dies a little anyways
if given a burger, he picks out the tomatoes and pickles and eats them. jamil is kind of horrified
he keeps making new suggestions to the menu but after the third rejection of turkey-tomato-cookie sandwiches, he cooks all the employees lunch every month to show off his spectacular culinary skill
the next staff meeting, they tell lilia to stop limiting his cooking to just them, as it should be “shared to the world on the secret menu”
Silver
was also signed up for ‘summer camp’
naps on the clock but is an excellent worker for the night shift
yeah this might have been his seventh cup of coffee today and yeah maybe that’s concerning but dw it’s nothing a few bathroom breaks can’t fix
riddle is staring in horror
very chill, never sounds stressed, and gets everything out at a reasonable time
only thing to complain about is that he gives an ungodly amount of napkins for no reason
the environment is dying singlehandedly because of silver giving you six napkins for a single ice cream cone
sings to himself to keep himself awake and it soothes the staff so much
on the less busy hours of the night shift, silver tutors deuce on science
as thanks, deuce offers to take silver to a build-a-bear
they get matching bunnies they both respectfully name “max” & “ruby”
silver and ruggie have a wordless agreement to cover each others shifts when the other is busy
they don’t hang out outside of work but they are ride or die on the clock
lilia is a Proud Father
Sebek
when he answered the why do you want to work here question he truly meant every word of “because i care about the company and its values” with his whole chest
was transferred to work drivethru because he was angering the customers but now he’s blowing up the speakers
if you ever wonder why your burger is so flat it’s because sebek uses so much force when wrapping it you’d think he was personally insulted by the burger itself
too much energy. he will always forget your ketchup and sauce packets bc he is speedrunning all of your orders
straight up locks the doors in front of your face and glares at you for trying to come in at 8AM on a monday
loudly chatting with trey about the importance of brushing your teeth because trey is the only one that will talk to him /j
sebeks too loud so any kind of secret or gossip cant be shared with him
leona absolutely hates being in his presence but will spread rumours about rook stealing dna to make voodoo dolls to sebek so everyone’s eyes will be on rook
now leona has free bodyguards
he is the only person to order off of lilias “secret menu” to see him happy
sebeks life expectancy rate is declining by the day
Tagging the skrunklies!! Thank you for your excitement :D
@spadecentral @ruggiethethuggie @mellyteddy @theheavilyindulgentgoat
#tried to make everyone interact with each other at least once#the most shitposty shitpost i have made in ages#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland headcanons#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#cater diamond#ace trappola#deuce spade#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil shoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lillia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt
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2023 Creator Reflection
ffxiv.
1. dance me to the end of love
this one was fun! i always like merging a character's outfit with the bg so i liked doing that again. picking the colors for elliots outfit was also enjoyable. ive wanted to make smth w that cover for a while
2. shame was still the tyrant of his life
i only wrote two nol and eli things this year and neither of them are finished. the first was a continuation of a scene where nol kisses elliot against the blue stained glass in his room--i once posted it but then i deleted it bc it made me feel woozy for its allusions to sex. i wanted to rebuild it and take a shot at it now that im comfortable writing n reading sex, but i never got very far. theres actually lots of nice parts! i just like nols dumb angsting the best!
3. valentine
i really wanted to focus on nol's eye here, but also not make it too obvious lol. i used a ps filter like a schmuck but i wanted it to be darker without making it even more difficult to see, so i took away their bodies and limited the colors to make it what it is.
4. amateur cracksmen
the second nol n eli wip, which doesnt have many interesting lines rn, was a raffles-inspired story where eli drags nol as his valet to a rival artist's house and tries to steal back the brooch that he bought from an underground dealer feat. much babbling abt the state of societal responsibility that war is supposed to bring
ffxvi.
1. herz an herz dir
i wrote some reflections about this one already here. i honestly was very (distressed voice) cant believe im writing pure fanfic for the first time in over ten years and lacked a lot of direction when i started bc uhhhhh terence has 8 and a half mins of screen time. i tried to convince myself that it's not much different than me stealing brucemont for my own evil devices, but the unique perspective of seeing quite so much fan content def influenced my interpretation. i wanted their relationship to be much more imbalanced from the get-go initially--dion using his power unintentionally and terence barely passing a thought abt it until later bc he's just so accustomed to obeying--but i ended up giving terence a lot more sway & ammunition in their argument. the breakfast bed thing is also smth im rly fond of.
2. mund an mund
there's also additional meta for this one here. i made a silly doodle abt it also. dion kept picking fights here! it honestly turned out how i expected. when i first started this fic, i was gonna have dion start out right in oriflamme and meet ter and kihel there, but i booted them to northreach so i could have this stretch of conflict. i think it's like. Bad Pacing. technically. if i still believe the conflict introduced in the next chapter is the core one, that is. which i sorrrrta do. but i dont care bc i rly like the visual of kihel laying in dion's lap and getting to put a gun on the wall w ahmed.
3. eines atems
its been two months since the last chapter and this chapter is humiliatingly not written. i have all my scrambled notes and scenes that i jotted down in between the first two chapters, so i have a full direction, but it's been really difficult to write lately. ive been devoting all my time to trying to recoup my mental health and work on my teredio secret santa. ill start next year with this wip as a priority, so for now i only have the photoshop edit for it. kihel is holding terence's hand--it's his pov turn.
overall i didnt like this year very much. i didn't read, create, research or do a lot even though i tried to. i became really disconnected from all of my friends bc im too tired to stay for rp or hold online conversations. at this point, i dont play ffxiv at all except the few times i managed to rp a little. i moved into nanny's house and have my own space, but don't have the presence of mind to do anything about my pc, books, and so on, although i did make a lot of progress rewrapping my books w fresh wraps and some other things. my plans for next year are to reach out to a couple of my friends, build my pc, relearn + rebuild + relaunch my queer lit blog on open source code, survive school, and rediscover the productivity ive lost the past few years.
teredio has helped me a LOT to find community, inspiration, and art in my loneliest year yet. im very proud of my fic and grateful every day to the ppl who have reached out to me about liking it. even if im sorry about my productivity rate in comparison to how many extraordinary writers there are in the ship's fandom, i know i have to be easy on myself to relearn how to write, create a writing schedule that works for me, and stop punishing myself when i cant get the words out.
past reflections: 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022
#ngl writing this out made me feel like#i reopened a lot of grief about my ability to work and create#and i need to walk away from it before i cry even more lol#thank u to my fc for still being the place#i love to visit when i wake up#even though all of us a struggling a lot#with life and ingame motivation#brianna babbles
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Watching The Mandalorian chapter 22, "Guns For Hire."
According to the Disney+ blurb, this is 46 minutes and the Mandalorian visits "an opulent world." So that actually is a reasonable length for an episode. The "opulent world" part makes me think of Canto Bight and how much I've wanted a heist episode somewhere flashy like a casino - "The Prisoner" was sort of a heist, but everyone was a jerk and I want a heist where Our Friends work together - Boba and Fennec and Din, and if the fates really smile upon me, Cobb too. And there would be disguises and snappy outfits and double-crosses (that were actually a ruse to gain an opponent's trust enemy-of-my-enemy style) and daring bluffs and reversals of fortune and it would be fast-paced and fun. I love the start of Return of the Jedi because it's a heist
although that heist does not turn out so well for ol' Boba.
Anyway let's see what this is all about (I bet not that).
like I suspect this episode is going to be more about Bo-Katan being the Main Character instead of getting her own TV show like an honest person
anyway, we're in space, space is the place, you can soak in a tank and have fishy snacks poured in from a goblet, Grogu would love this
these people get to have all their alien dialogue in subtitles but still no Mandalorians speak Mando'a
still can't really get over the fact that George Lucas while presumably not drunk decided to name a race of squidly people "Mon Calamari."
Axe Woves is managing to be quite charismatic in this scene but he still has a silly name - but then it's no sillier than Saw Guerrera. How many people in this saga are named after forestry or carpentry tools?
okay I am sincerely appreciating these characters in massive head and face covering make-up/CG elements emoting their way through heartfelt dialogue about fate and love
awwww she gave him little tentacle beard kissies!
okay, so Din and Grogu are just with Bo-Katan, nobody said that was the plan, but there they are following her around because she's the Main Character now.
and okay
she is A Mandalorian
but by jove she's not The Mandalorian!
and sure maybe just being a side character is all Din's ever wanted
but it's not what I want to be watching
Grogu thinks getting snagged in a tractor beam is fun!
extravagantly evil droid design, really fine work from the Empire there
"I've never been here before, have you?" "I haven't even heard of it," said Din, in a glorious return to form.
is that FUCKING Jack Black
"I hope you like secretions"
look if Jack Black asked me if I liked secretions I would pretty much have to say yes
his beard really is a thing of glory, I'm happy to have it on my screen
(am I actually going to somewhat enjoy this episode?)
and LIZZO
Jack Black pronounces programme "progrum"
I love how Lizzo just has this projected hologram stained glass window dealie following her around
incidentally it doesn't matter if these characters are given names, this is such flagrant and blatant stunt casting that they are obviously just Jack Black and Lizzo.
oh his name is supposedly "Captain Bombardier"? that's not even a name, that's two job titles
put a bit of effort in
call him Glup Shitto
consort of Glup Lizzo
the subtitles call her "The Dutchess." With a T.
GROGU IS PURRING
GROGU IS DOING LITTLE GRUNTY PURRS
fucking - DOC BROWN
what are they DOING
it's this thing where each time I settle into thinking "Hey, this is starting to feel like a real, proper episode of The Mandalorian where they go to a place and there's a mess and they get roped into sorting it out," I get violently yoinked out of the anticipation of enjoyment by another guest star who's SO famous and idiosyncratic that there's no way for them to inhabit a minor role without being obtrusive
oh it's a roger-roger!
and a slap-chop droid!
you've got an entire planet of people none of whom like to make things or fix things?
I mean, if they'd actually followed through on the IG-11 plotline, this episode about reliance on droids would be more interesting. And you know what? I bet these Ughnaughts would have one of those memory circuits you couldn't find on Nevarro or Tatooine. And we could all be listening to the voice of Taika Waititi.
okay, another good return to form - Din's contacts, cultural competency and language skills are essential to success
it's so nice just to get to see him do what he does so well!
incidentally did you guys just leave Grogu with Lizzo?
blatantly shifty Lizzo and her equally shifty husband Jack Black?
I mean sure she was skritching his little downy head and feeding him secretions when you were there but it's weirdly trusting of you
Din. Kindly stop kicking the droids - okay, you very much asked for that. Got your bell rung? What's that, your ninety-fourth concussion now?
it looks like the set design people certainly had a good time with this space shopping mall, and it was a fun day to be a costumed extra
honestly I'm rooting for the droid to escape, he was just doing his job and Din kept kicking him in the dang leg!
like, are droids people? who hang out together in bars? did you just murder a blue-collar worker who ran away from you because you were attacking him unprovoked?
they keep the droid's "remains" in a morgue drawer and draw what looks like blood from it
oh, so she actually gave him the Darksaber back?
(some time later, I wasn't moved to give commentary but that's slightly a good thing because I wasn't INFURIATED)
Grogu has found his true niche: helping Lizzo cheat at games (I told you she was shifty)
exile to the moon is NOT A GOOD IDEA have you watched neither The Clone Wars nor My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic?
Okay, I have enjoyed this episode at least 80% more than any other episode this season, and seeing that it was directed by Bryce Dallas Howard, who is amazing at this show, I understand why. I still don't think it was very well written and it suffered from some of the failures of joined-up thinking that have beset this season, but Bryce Dallas Howard can smash out an episode of The Mandalorian and no two ways about it
to quote me at the start of my post:
like I suspect this episode is going to be more about Bo-Katan being the Main Character instead of getting her own TV show like an honest person
yep
#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#spoilers#SURPRISINGLY THIS POST IS NOT JUST ME BEING FURIOUS
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ADVENT DAY 5 🎄🎁✨ 2023
Buddy wants to come out with us today!
Today we were going to visit Eli’s Mom! The next time we see her will be Christmas eve. We also looked in a couple of shops while we were waiting on the bus in Glasgow.
My outfit and friend today
Wolfie is helping me pack
This was such a cool giant cracker. It came with coloring sheets, stickers, and a puzzle inside
This took literally ALL of my strength to not buy one of these
On the bus
When we were at Eli’s Moms we played a bit of Animal Crossing
never realised how detailed the inside of the dollhouse is!
This is what it looks like, funnily enough like 5 minutes later Bertha tried buying it off me ( I said no of course )
I had a plot needing filled in since Sherb moved out. But I’m quite picky with who can move in, because I hate having duplicates of personality types. I worked out that the only personality missing from my island was Smug, so I went through the list of smug villagers and the ones I liked were: Chadder, Julian, Henry, and Ed. I normally don’t have a lot of luck with villager hunting but today I did! Only on my second ticket I found Julian and I’m super happy to be able to have a unicorn on my island : D
Once we got home and had dinner we decided to exchange winter boxes. This was something we used to do on Christmas Eve but we decided to do them during the start of December these past few years – so we can get more enjoyment out of the things inside!
I did not get any pictures of what I got Eli…because I am silly. And he already is using his things so I don’t wanna wrangle them, but they were: Concert loop earplugs, hot chocolate bombs, checkered hot water bottle, fluffy liners for his Crocs, and orca Christmas pyjamas. Here are photos of what he got me!
I had to put these on immediately so I don’t have my own picture but these are AMAZING. I saw these in the shop not too long ago and fell in love with them because they’re sooo soft
This little rainbow goes in the microwave to make it warm
I absolutely freaked out when I saw him sitting at the bottom of the bag, I have wanted one of these for so long! And I think that the message he comes with makes him even so special. I’m not sure what his name will be yet
When we were out I bought a wine bottle sweater in hopes that it will fit Doggie, I am desperate for him to have clothes. I was in luck! It was an extremely tight squeeze ( as you can tell ) especially getting his arms in. But I am just so happy he has something : D
#personal blogging#december#advent calendar#elf on the shelf#plushblr#kanken#wild republic#wolf#spirit riding free#spirit untamed#jurassic world#furby#furblet#disney dreamlight valley#animal crossing#animal crossing new horizons#baby yoda#grogu#star wars#rainbow#candy#chocolate#tea#slumberkins
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idk if theres something wrong with me but I feel the deep seated urge to just study the bat family and their weird ass family dynamics/relationships with eachother and like make a huge chart with notes then work my way out from there to their friends and then their friends friends until I know the entire web of complex interlocking relationships and how different people interact with each other and their histories with each other and shit. like I want to dissect the dc charaters and I know the only reason my ass is here in the first place is bc I hyperfixated on nightwing then got invested (sobbing shittung dying nightwing is my lil dude I put into a hydraulic press so unfortunately he would take up so much brain realistate💀) I wanna write silly goofy lil stories featuring him but I also want to do other characters justice and have full context of events and stuff I will throw up if im ooc and or just fucking wrong about something. like theyre so funky I wanna do right by their charaters but ive also gripped dick by the throat and started projecting onto his guilt ridden ass.(eldest child moment yippeee disappointmenting my parents makes me explode :( also hes funky like that lol) but like genuinely want to be able to take existing relationships and just like idk go into it? like explore them I guess and how they interact, what makes a character tick and all that. theres just something about charaters that are so fun to pull apart and find who they are at their core, what makes them this charater, you know? and I feel like part of discovering that is understanding the connections and history of a character in relation to the setting and other charaters, how they react, how they think and feel when put into situations, shit like that I could rotate in my head for hours. im also an emo lil shit and my brain tends to fixate on the darker events and happenings, which can be a hindrance at times 💀. and like im also just one lil dude my Interpretation of those relationships and charaters could be comepletely different form someone else's due to my experiences or lack of experiences with certain stuff. and like I wanna do it justice I dont wanna should dumb or completely miss the point because that would suck ass, Especially if I ever did post it online it would be like being dragged through the city tied to a Honda civic or smth. or at least thats probably how it would feel lol. damn fear of failure and ridicule we meet again you assholes....anyway, I wanna write silly goofy lil stories for my own enjoyment but I want them to be good and accurate to the characters, maybe add small little head canons as a treat but. Domestic type shit or me projecting onto dick my fucking adhd and making him explode too lmao.(im very insane about that head canon ive thought about it a lot, shout out to middle school me for doing all that research instead of sleeping or doing homework your a real one lol). that and using dick as a vehicle to explore my own queerness in a sense because like, its fun, and probably less dangerous than walking around downtown by myself. like I really enjoy giving dick a funky gender that he cant quite label or name that just is, and it doesn't matter because he’s just rocking around kicking ass, he just happens to not be cishet in my heart and mind. that and I wanna draw him in fun outfits, my friends agree he dress like a lesbian(lesbian approved statement). and like yeah I just think its neat to heasdcanon him as queer, Especially the funky genders because hes just doing his own thing bhfdjknvl. this turned into me rambling about making dick gender queer in some fashion not to say that cis dudes cant wear traditionally seen as feminine clothing or anything ya’ll because fuck the notion of gendered clothing, I just mean like imagine like very loud outfits, patterns colors weird shapes and sizes. that and cursed thrift store shirts that say some shit like “oat sealed frog jar” with a picture of Freddy Mercury sitting on a bench wrong. with the like insane fonts. I guess I wanna throw dick in fits that you typically would associate with the chill queer alt people who have cool drip. idk man. anyway sorry to y’all reading this it kinda got outta hand there.
#dick grayson#I got fucking sidetracked by my own head canons again#mother fucker#thinking of writing a fic but every time I try my brain refuses to write anything#grem screams#long text post#im sorry girlies#grem goes insane over a fictional dude in text form#adhd but like only a lil bit#im the online equivalent of standing in the corner staring at the people talking about smth#but being too nervous to hop in because what if im wrong or say smth stupid🥺#not in a cute way either more like a#fucked up lil dude stare#like a fucked up cat probably
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Im happy everyone's enjoying protective caleb, its been something on my mind for awhile... and now i need my fix lol
Can i request hcs of protective caleb and the survivor getting a wild west skin, matching caleb but it still suits them, it has a sweet touch and makes it look like caleb has a little sidekick 💖. What would caleb think, heck what would the others think thatd be cute.
I hope these requests are enjoyable to write 😳 its just so cuuute
-💖
They're super fun to write!! Besides, friendly Caleb is a nice change of pace from the ones I have in game lol <3
Protective Deathslinger - 4
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If Caleb wasn't embarrassing enough for his favorite survivor, their new outfit from the Entity would certainly make it so. It gives him all the more reason to be around them and act as if they're his second-in-command, just without a gun. They kind of like having something to match with him even if the other survivors tease them about it.
Steve is the main culprit, though he's no one to talk about silly outfits. He'll make a joke about them being the real killer, which Caleb will take as an insult and use to prove that he's not one to be taken lightly. That might be the only reason for him to go after Steve in particular the next time he sees him.
Whoever is closest with the survivor would find it kind of cute that they match their killer-friend, and they're glad that the Entity thought so as well. The two of them look less out of place together and more in sync, even though the clothes aren't as comfortable as the survivor would like them to be. Still, they're glad that they have something else to remind them of Caleb when they aren't around him in a trial or at the campfire. It gives them a bit more confidence.
Having a western-themed outfit would also give Caleb an excuse to put some of his own accessories on them, like tassels he never wears or an old bolo tie he'll gift them. "See, you look great!" he'd encourage them, and they'll go along with it for his sake even when it's tacky. If Caleb is happy, they are too.
#sffic#anon#req#hc#dbd#dead by daylight#dbd fanfic#dead by daylight fanfiction#dbd deathslinger#caleb quinn#dbd headcanons#headcanon
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Could I request MC hanging out with the brothers but having a hard time enjoying it cuz they’re stressed from school? How long would it take for each of them to notice MC just isn’t having fun and what would they do?
Of course, Nonnie! I actually really like this prompt~
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Lucifer:
The oldest noticed within the first day of them being stressed
However, he left them to handle it on their own, thinking it was just a rough day and that they should be better by tomorrow.
When tomorrow came and they weren't better, the man grew concerned.
He invited them out to dinner Friday to take their mind off of whatever has been plaguing them.
When the human didn't seem to be able to relax during dinner, he simply sighed.
"Please, tell me what has had you so tense these last few days."
They told him that their Devildom History class was getting too overwhelming; there was too much that happened in the last few millennia and too many dates to remember. They felt they couldn't keep up like the rest of the class could.
"MC, the rest of the class has been studying this material for a few hundred years at least." The man reminded them. "Neither Diavolo nor myself expects you to work at the same level as the other students."
He admired that MC took their studies seriously, but found it silly that they would compare themselves to students who were so much older than themselves, even if they didn't appear so.
After dinner, he took them for a relaxing evening stroll, which helped the human clear their head a bit.
Mammon:
He knew within the first couple of days they were stressed out.
The second brother took them out to a party and usually they loved parties, but that night they just... felt weirdly distant. They would say that they're having fun, but it all just seemed... force.
The man didn't like it. He pulled them to the side.
"Oi! Enough with the fake smiles, Human!" He told them. "What's with the silence?"
MC stared at the ground.
"I...I failed the exam last week." She mumbled. "The teacher handed the tests back Monday and it was the worst I've done yet."
Really doesn't understand it.
Yeah, he gets anxiety when he fails stuff too, but that's only 'cause of Lucifer. He doesn't actually care about his grades beyond that.
Takes them home since they aren't really feeling it. The two hangout in his room, blasting music as they curl up on the couch together.
MC is still upset, but appreciated the closeness.
Leviathan:
Doesn't really notice at first, too absorbed in the video game.
When he finally passing the level he's been struggling with for the past hour, he turns to MC, seeking praise, but the human isn't looking at the screen or him, but rather into space.
Immediately feels dejected. Is he boring them? Probably. Who could have fun with an otaku like him? That's the thoughts running through his head that start spilling from his mouth.
MC has to reassure him for a while that what he's worried about simply isn't true before explaining things.
The amount of classes you were expected to take here at RAD was... overwhelming. Eight different classes that demanded so many hours of studying outside of it.
MC didn't even feel like it was okay to be spending time with Levi right now because her anxiety kept screaming at her that she was falling behind.
Boy is instantly awkward upon hearing about their stress.
How...how was he supposed to help? The otaku did not have the social skills for it.
MC sighed.
"I should...probably just head back to my room--"
Panicking, Levi grabbed their arm.
"Levi?"
The man looked away before tugging them close, letting the human lay their head on his shoulder.
"J-Just... relax." He mumbled, face red.
MC gave the demon an odd look before giving a small smile and snuggling into his side.
It didn't solve their issue, but the human appreciated his worry.
Satan:
Noticed the stress as it developed.
MC was struggling to keep up in their Seductive Speechcraft class and it was taking its toll on them.
Didn't want to say anything until they come to him however; this is their business after all and he didn't want to bug them about it if they just wanted to handle it by themselves.
Still quietly worried though.
Invites them to his room one evening to read together, hoping some quiet time will help them relax.
He saw that their gaze usually found it's way more towards the window than down at their book however.
The man sighed, lowering his book.
"Alright, please tell me about it."
"Huh?" They turned to him, confused.
"You have concerns about the Seductive Speechcraft material, correct?"
"I... yes." They mumbled, looking away from the blonde.
"Well, what about it is stressing you out?"
MC blushed.
"I... I understand most of it from a theoretical standpoint, but... the actual use of it all is difficult for me. I always score low on the practical exams."
The demon smirked.
"Well, I suppose some practice would be the answer."
The two have a rather enjoyable study session. It was actually useful to the human though and they felt more confident with the material.
Asmodeus:
Notices it while the two are out shopping.
Asmo just came out of the dressing room and expected compliments about the outfit. When they never came, the man pouted.
Despite loudly announcing his entrance, the human was still staring into space.
"MCCCC, Look at me!"
MC glanced at him.
"Looks great..."
The fifth brother huffed.
"Doll... what is it?"
MC sighed and just kept it vague, saying school was just a bit much for them right now.
Asmo frowned. He went and paid for the outfit before leaving with the human.
He dragged them straight to his room, earning a confused look from the human.
Spa Day, begin! Massages, nail polish, face masks, the whole nine yards!
The two talked and Asmo listened his Doll vent about some other students in her class talking shit about them, even though MC was pretty sure they had never talked to those demons before since coming to the Devildom.
Hypes up his human tells them how wonderful they are and that those demons obviously have no life.
Tells them that those jerks aren't really worth their time-- but if MC is interested in revenge, he's got some dirt ready for them.
Beelzebub:
Probably the brother who is the most sensitive to their mood shift.
It comes with the territory; Beel is more or less the rock of his family, helping them out whenever he can
And, especially when it comes to Belphie, Beel has learned to be observant with these sort of things.
So when MC first showed signs of stress, the poor boy was worried.
He's still a pretty quiet guy though so he wasn't really sure how to approach the topic with them.
Asks them to walk with him to Madam Screams
It was a quiet walk. Once there, he managed to get them to order something though, which made Beel feel a little better.
On the walk back, that's when he decided to speak up.
"So," He finished the last bite of his donut. "Are you feeling okay?"
The human shrugged.
"I dunno." They stared at the brownie in their hand. "Just kinda... I dunno."
Beel, not interrupting them, gives MC a minute to collect their thoughts and continue.
"Hey... is it possible to drop classes at RAD with me being an exchange student?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow at the human.
"Nevermind, it nothing..."
"Are you having trouble with a class?"
MC stared down at her feet as she walked.
"Maybe..." They mumbled. "My Hexes class is just... it goes a bit too fast for me. I don't think I'm really learning anything."
The demon listened as the human talked about how behind they were in the class and how overwhelming it was. At one point, they even started tearing up.
Beel stopped in his tracks, pulling them into a hug.
MC looked up at him surprise.
"It'll be fine." He promised. "Let's go talk to Lucifer about this, okay."
The human nodded, causing a tear to fall on her cheek.
Before they could wipe it though, Beel did for them.
"Let's go home." He gave them a small smile.
MC smiled back.
Beel felt that he couldn't do much to help, but was glad he could direct them to Lucifer, who could.
Belphegor:
This boy notices more than people think.
The human just seemed out of it during the day
And even sought him out for naps when it was usually the other way around
MC just seemed so disconnected from him and his brothers those last few days, not to mention a bit tense.
That's what led them to the planetarium.
The two laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.
Though the human still seemed distracted, they at least seemed calmer.
That wasn't enough for the demon though.
He gave a big sigh.
"So what's the problem?"
"Huh?" MC looked over at him, confused.
"You heard me; what's your problem."
The human bit their lip.
Belphie rolled his eyes and pulled the human to his chest.
"You can talk to me, Dummy."
"I just... I've been having some trouble at school is all."
Belphie narrowed his eyes.
"What trouble?"
MC sighed.
"There's this guy in my Hexes class who... he's not all that nice." They explained. "He put a fake flame on my uniform Monday and made me embarrass myself in front of the class while trying to put it out... and all my teacher did was shame me for not recognizing illusion spell he used."
Belphie's arms tightened around them.
"Give me a name."
"Belphie, no."
"Why not?"
"Because I know what you are going to do and I don't want you getting in trouble for me."
The boy huffed, annoyed.
"Then tell Lucifer or something; don't let them get away with that!"
"But... if I tell Lucifer, the teacher will probably get in trouble too and the last thing I need is to get on their bad side, especially in a class I already struggle with."
"Then maybe he could get them replaced or something, I dunno, but you shouldn't just lie down and take it."
MC didn't say anything, just hid their face in his chest.
The demon closed his eyes, letting himself calm down before laying his hand on their head.
"I care about you, Butthead." He told them. "Now you gotta start caring about yourself too."
The two ended up falling asleep together on the floor. Nothing really change, but cuddling up with Belphie and explaining the situation really did make them feel a bit better.
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paparazzi problems - kim seokjin x reader
genre: fluff, angst. warnings: none, mentions of anxiety, suicide. also i diss the us the star wars fandom? so sorrynotsorryi’minittoo pairing: kim seokjin x reader. (AU where jin writes ‘Magic Shop’, guys. Also I changed a few lyrics around but you’ll see.)
There was no doubt that there would be many grey aspects to making your relationship public. You’d been dating for two years even though you’d known him for much longer, the year being 2020, and ARMY was expecting it, you were the eighth and only female member of the group, after all, something like this was bound to happen.
Ever since it’d been announced on BTS’ account (you weren’t permitted your own Instagram and you perfectly understood why), the amount of interviews you and Jin had attended multiplied by double the amount more than the six other band members.
Which was fine, just tedious and mainly uncomfortable because these interviews weren’t about music, the rest of the band wasn’t with you, these interviews were about your private life together - your love life.
It was fun at first, just the two of you answering questions and taking photos and being in separate magazines but it soon became pressuring and even a little annoying. Although you didn’t get a lot of hate (mainly because when and if you did BigHit would shut it down or one of the other guys would Tweet something fiery back in return) the problem with not having any drama whatsoever was that people tried to make drama.
If they saw you and Jin together, frowning at each other because you were halfway between sharing a look and rolling your eyes something stupid someone (probably Jungkook) said, someone would put a photo of the frown on the internet and the supposed-to-be-interesting interview the following day or week would be laced with questions about why you were supposedly arguing when everything was going so well.
If people saw you getting too close or touchy with one of the other band members the faces of you and said band member would be all over the internet and said band member would become ARMY’s chosen flavour to hate on, even if Jin would speak up about it and you wouldn’t be able to joke around with said band member for at least a few months until something else blew over.
Pretty soon, the two of you learned to loathe these interviews and you were now sitting with the rest of the band (who were already in pajamas) in your new outfits and makeup. You were the one who brought up the subject, lifting your head up and off it’s resting place on Jin’s lap with a miserable groan as he looked down and blinked at the space where your head had once been before bringing his attention back to whatever you were going to say.
“Can we just say we broke up or something? I’m tired and I want to play Mario Kart, too!” you crossed your arms and made a grouchy face, making Jin frown before remembering why he was in clothes and the others were in pajamas; he agreed lazily with a sheepish noise and shrug.
Jin didn’t seem to be offended about it, in fact, he looked like he completely and genuinely understood why you’d said such a thing. You could not say the same for the rest of the boys; apparently your words had been an instant mood killer because someone muted the TV and their cheery conversation came to a dead end.
The six of them turned around in-sync, staring at you with blank, shocked faces and round open mouths before Namjoon repeated what you’d spoken with a frown, “why would you want to fake break up with each other?” Jungkook, who was still watching the silent TV and had only just started paying attention, choked on his drink and span around. “What?” he turned to Namjoon, using a panicked voice, “Seokjin and Y/N are breaking up?! But, why?”
Everyone, including yourself, groaned, but it was RM who groaned the loudest, shaking his head. “Aiyho, go back to school and take extra classes in paying attention.” He said this in such a serious tone that it was hard for anyone listening and watching not to try and hold back a laugh.
Jungkook scowled as Namjoon continued on like what he said hadn’t been, “Y/N and Jin are just discussing that they want to fake break up.”
“It’s actually a really good idea,” Jin said this with such lust in his voice that the others were also scowling, giving him disapproving and disgusted glares. “What?!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “You guys just don’t get it. We can’t go anywhere without being grumpy, without having photos being taken of us and stories made out of them….”
“Yeah!” you agreed much more loudly than you imagined you would’ve used, “I can’t steal any of Jimin’s noodles without people taking a photo and talking about it and hating -” you began. “You shouldn’t be taking my food in the first place!” Jimin shot back hotly, scowling again.
“Yeah, that’s boyfriend stuff,” Jin grumbled, making you hit his arm loudly. “Really, mister ‘buy your own food’?! If I took a single spoon of your congee you’d drop me like the mic Taehyung was holding in Mic Drop,” you hissed, making Jin grin proudly at this.
“Anyway,” Namjoon cleared his throat, desperate for peace to be restored, “it’s your decision. I’m not saying it’s a good or a bad one but -”
“No, it’s a bad one and even Jesus knows it!” Jungkook contributed to the banter, “ARMY’s going to blame everything on Seokjin because he was the one who kissed her that night at the concert on stage in the song -”
“People didn’t see that, though,” you began desperately, “so no harm done, right?” when you did not get the response you wanted you raised your voice and said, “Right?!” again, leaning over the table to stare down the person who was currently on their phone (Hobi) so that he would scramble to find a clip of the concert, guilty.
“Here’s a bootleg of -” he began, only to be interrupted by yours truly, you’d grabbed his phone from his hands and scrolled the red line down to where you’d imagined the kiss would be. You were right. Jin, the hopeless romantic he turned out to be, had been keeping his eyes on you the entire way through Magic Shop.
You could still hear it, with or without the audio of the video, you could still hear the words. Don’t forget that in the end, I found you, you were standing on the edge of the cliff. It’s my last reason, LIVE. The day you hate being you, the day you want to disappear forever, let’s make a door in your heart. If you open that door and enter, this place will wait.
Then he’d grabbed you, and you were the one crying, not Jimin, you were. Because Jin had told you Jungkook co-wrote that song. But it wasn’t Jungkook, you understood now, as Jin’s lips were against yours, it was Seokjin who’d co-written the song. Who’d co-written...
Magic shop.
And the crowd was screaming, ARMY was screaming, some were crying… because Seokjin had breathed into the kiss, the magnifying screens for those who weren’t in the mosh pit had been zooming in on the kiss, bringing the entire world’s attention to his love, to the two of you.
Even the person who was filming with their phone was screaming.
You were still crying as Jin breathed the words “IloveyoubemygirlfriendI’llalwaysloveyouandneverletyougo,” into the kiss quietly, forgetting that he still had his headset on.
ARMY was screaming again at the words, they were happy that you were happy. Because ARMY was not a toxic fanbase, ARMY was not Star Wars. ARMY could see the kiss and relationship coming from the day you were put in the studio, they’d supported the relationship from the day you were put in the studio together. They didn’t pressure you to break up like how they pressured Rose out of the movies so that Rey and Finn could get together.
“Why do you have to be so romantic, Seokjin?” you slapped his finger away from the tear he’d been trying to wipe, glaring at him. “Because look where it got you, right?” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “But maybe just wait until this interview to decide, ‘kay?” he said this in the same breath and now you were the one who rolled their eyes. “Because you’re gonna be late.”
Namjoon, as usual, was right, the numbers on Hobi’s phone (still in your hands) had flicked from nine twenty-eight to nine twenty-nine, the interview was at ten o’clock and it would take you twenty minutes for the cab to get there in time.
You sighed, rolling your eyes again, slapping (or sliding) Hobi’s phone back across the table, grabbing Jin’s arm violently, getting up, about to hiss a backhand comment at the others before noticing the smirks they were giving your boyfriend, “what?” you nearly growled the words at their stupid smirks before turning to Jin himself, glaring at his blank face.
“Can I - just let me - you still have -” I hadn’t even noticed that tear was there. “Oh,” you breathed, the tension thick. “Yeah. Um.” no-one laughed or snickered even though you didn’t know why, you half expected Namjoon to at least grin but he didn’t. “Thanks.” you muttered, grabbing one of Jin’s scarves from the rack, almost choking yourself gently with it (thankfully RM saved you from it’s deadly clutches, rolling his eyes and loosening it).
“Well,” you said, your earlier words still having no plausible effect on the other boys, you started to stomp out the door, ignoring more of Namjoon’s huffy eye-rolling before Jin took control and ushered you out.
Always early, the drive to the interview had given you a good ten minutes to spare (which you admittedly agreed was enjoyable, you’d made sure to bring your camera, learning your lesson hard, and took photos of Jin with the water fountain.) and soon you were in the studio, spraying silly string at each other in expensive clothes.
Okay, so, maybe when you mentioned interviews being absolutely boring and repetitive or something like that earlier you’d used a very generic term for the word interviews. Because there were very rare occasions where the interviews you and your boyfriend went to were incredible, and today was one of those days.
This interview wasn’t just an interview. It was more like the much more enjoyable activity ones like the group ones you’d done on the Jimmy Fallon Show, Late, Late Show with James Corden, VLive, and other Korean/American channels.
The studio was huge and empty and there were several cans of bright silly-string scattered around the place. The leader of the interview group told you what you’d be doing and you were all of a sudden very pumped up to take part in this.
You’d be answering questions while spraying each other with the neon silly string. Being a mature duo, the studio echoed with laughter and shrieks and snorted replies to the questions (which really weren’t that bad after all).
Except, of course, you always seemed to jinx yourself right when things were getting good. “So, Y/N. BigHit makes a big deal about how you donate a lot to anti-bullying, anxiety and depression organisations. There’s been talk of you having depression, is this true? Or is it all just a plea for attention?”
You blinked, thinking maybe you were in a dream, because there was no way an interviewer would question something like that.
Silence reigned and only when Jin’s sleeve brushed past yours did you realise you were not, in fact, dreaming, you closed your open mouth.
The silly string war had lightened Jin’s foul mood (he’d lost the cap of his camera and didn’t want to buy another one because it was ‘too expensive’.) but now it’d gone back to what it was before. He looked right about to punch the guy in the face and ruin his social life and the rest of his career.
Jin remained calm as always. Instead of losing his cool like one of the other boys would if they were with you, Jin breathed through his nose and a clenched jaw. You shot him a pleading look from the corner of your eye but when he didn’t even register it you knew that there was no stopping whatever would come next.
“When people break an arm,” he began coolly, “you can see the broken arm in the cast. You can see it, you know it’s there. You don’t question it. It’s the same with religion, only different. People don’t know if the gods they believe in really did exist. But they believe the words. They don’t question it. So, if you can see her donating to, talking about, raising awareness for, depression and anxiety, I suggest that you take her word and believe it. Because hypothetically, even if it wasn’t true, if it looked true you’d believe it. It’s just like your company, isn’t it? On the media, it looks like people enjoy themselves in these interviews. You capture the good parts and take out the bad parts, you wash out the black into a grey illusion. We’re all on the same page here; we should keep it that way.”
You looked away and down, trying your best to avoid all forms of eye contact. The tension in the studio had shifted from joivial to awkward and angry. Even after the interview had ended and you’d taken the silly string off the atmosphere was still uncomfortable and you couldn’t bear to be in it any longer so you nodded quickly at the strings of apologies from everyone in the studio with you.
Just like back at the apartment, Jin took full control, ushering you out with a firm hand on your upper back, walking swiftly out the door.
Once you were in the taxi out of earshot away from your paparazzi problems, you exhaled loudly with a sort of groan, resting your head on his shoulder, looking up into Jin’s endless black orbs.
“You didn’t have to do that.” you began softly, making him roll his eyes. “But thank you,” you looked up to him again, “I mean it, Jin. That meant a lot.” now he smiled softly, kissing your head, “Anything for you, Jagi. I love you.” you closed your eyes and said, “I love you too,” quietly back.
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A Rose by Any Other Name
In which Min Yoongi finally takes Park Jimin out on a real, proper date.
(a little) snz-centric featuring a slightly allergic Yoongi and an incredibly endeared Jimin.
Word Count: 3855
FlowerShop!AU Part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
a/n: I...have no excuses. I’m in a mood. Bear with me again, lol. There will be a break from the boys I swear. That being said though, I still hope you guys find some enjoyment out of this silly little thing! 💕 side note if you happen to read this: for the next chapter are we wanting a yoongi focus or a jimin focus? I’m not going to give away whaaaat will be happening exactly, (you can maybe get a hint via the moodboard on my masterpost page lol) but -- If you have a preference please let me know!
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It took two full weeks for Yoongi’s cold to fully make its way through Jimin’s system. To Jimin, it really hadn’t been that bad. Once his fever had broken by day three, the remaining symptoms were simply a mild nuisance more than anything else.
As he recovered, he made sure to thank Namjoon profusely for stepping in to help with his deliveries. The day off to rest had really been his saving grace, and there just weren’t enough gift baskets in the world that could truly express the proper amount of gratitude Jimin wanted to convey to his long-time friend.
Just as Namjoon had promised, the deliveries went off without a hitch, and the man had ended up genuinely enjoying the work. So much so in fact, that he offered to keep it up during the day in order to ease Jimin’s workload. Touched that Namjoon even wanted to do so, the florist had happily agreed, and the two men hurried to work out the necessary details one-on-one. Not long after, Namjoon officially became the shop’s first real employee: a much-needed delivery driver who always seemed to have a smile on his face no matter the occasion. They were an unstoppable duo.
And then, there was Yoongi.
As the two men took the time they needed to recover from each of their respected colds, they rarely missed a day of messaging. Once Yoongi had broken the ice about wanting to take Jimin on a date, there really was no stopping the mutual pining that only seemed to increase the more time they spent apart. To help combat this, Yoongi made sure not to shy away from showing up on Jimin’s doorstep once or twice to drop off things like Nyquil or ibuprofen. It was his own silly nod to the florist’s previous impromptu visit, and Jimin was always grateful whenever he’d choose to swing by, no matter how brief.
However now that it was two weeks later and both men were healthy, Jimin was in the process of getting ready for their first official date.
He had been on dates before, of course — At twenty-five he had in fact been on a lot of dates — but something about this one had felt different right from the get go. Yoongi was unique. There was just something about him that had drawn Jimin in from the moment the man had set foot into his flower shop nearly a month prior. He held himself with a mysterious air of nonchalance that reminded Jimin of strolling through an art museum or laying down in the street while it rained. He was special, and Jimin had picked up on that right away. The florist was eager to learn more about what kind of a person he was underneath the cryptic layers he guarded himself with. In fact, he almost felt privileged that Yoongi seemed to want to share a new vulnerable side of himself with him, and open up more fully.
They had planned for dinner at some fancy restaurant that Jimin wasn’t familiar with but Yoongi swore up and down by. The man’s excitement of the choice in turn amped up Jimin’s own, and it left the florist feeling like a perfect fifty-fifty mix of anticipation and uneasiness.
Not wanting to overdress, Jimin ended up deciding on an outfit that felt both comfortable yet put together. It hugged his body in all the right places and made him feel confident and secure. His figure was one of his strongest personal assets, and he enjoyed showing it off when he could. Today was definitely not an exception.
Jimin ended up ready for the date nearly a full hour before Yoongi was supposed to pick him up, and it left him spending most of his time pacing his apartment out of pure nervousness. He really liked Yoongi, and because of that, really didn’t want to mess anything up. He may’ve been a risk taker, but he was also prone to letting his anxieties get the better of him. This was especially true when it came to dates, and even more so when it came to Yoongi.
In an attempt to distract himself, Jimin spent the rest of his time flipping through channels on his television. He tried to pay attention to a handful of shows, but his mind was elsewhere — too full of what was to come to keep up with any of the bad sitcom plots.
By the time Yoongi texted him to let him know he was on his way, Jimin had flipped through at least thirty of the channels. The butterflies that swirled in his gut as he read the message caused his stomach to bubble with sour nausea. He let out a stuttering sigh and tried to calm himself down, running shaky hands through his hair before dragging them roughly down his face. He needed to snap himself out of it and he knew it. If he didn’t, he feared he might make himself sick.
Taking another unsteady breath in through his nose, Jimin allowed his mind to wander to Namjoon and the way his friend had described his ex-coworker. He had said Yoongi was quiet, but had a heart of gold; was funny, but not someone you’d want to piss off. To Namjoon, Yoongi was actually a bit of an enigma, and he didn’t shy away from letting Jimin know this. The sensitive florist had been thankful for the forewarning as he’d had his heart broken one too many times to warrant it happening again. However, instead of being scared off by the prospect, he was left feeling only intrigued — who really was Min Yoongi if even his co-workers hadn’t truly known him?
Jimin was abruptly pulled back to reality by a knock that echoed through his apartment. He swallowed thickly when he felt his heart leap into his throat and allowed himself one final deep breath to calm his nerves before rushing to the door. It was now or never.
As he pulled it open, there stood Min Yoongi.
The man was dressed in a form fitting button up that he paired with a stylish black blazer and matching slacks. It was the most put together Jimin had ever seen him, and the sight made his heart race. He took it all in, eyeing the man up and down. He honed in on the little things like the specific way his bangs rested against his eyebrows, and the way his colourful tattoos poked out from beneath his tailored sleeves. He was breathtaking, but even so, what stunned Jimin the most was the single red rose that he held delicately in his left hand.
“Hey, Jimin.” Yoongi finally spoke, smiling softly at the florist.
“Yoongi,” Jimin breathed, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. “hey.”
Yoongi’s smile extended wider still, his gums poking out from beneath his lips as his eyes crinkled at the very corners. He extended the rose out to the other, and Jimin accepted it graciously.
“Before you ask, a friend of mine grows them.” He laughed at his own explanation and ran a knuckle against the underside of his nose. “I called in a favour. His are not quite as nice as yours, but I figured it would do.” He winked and Jimin instantly felt his cheeks warm as he averted his eyes, instead choosing to focus his attention on the gorgeous rose. If Yoongi kept up the sweet talking he fully expected to turn just as red as the flower in his hands.
“Anyway,” Yoongi continued as he stole a quick glance over his shoulder towards his still-running car. “Ready to get out of here?”
*
The city’s bustling nightlife sped by in gorgeous streaks of blues and reds as Yoongi drove the two towards their destination. Jimin was near mesmerized by the sights outside of his window as he typically didn’t spend much time on this end of the city, let alone spend said time out during the evening. He wasn’t really much of an extrovert by nature and ended up spending most of his evenings either scurrying around his shop or simply at home with a good book. He had initially pegged Yoongi as being the opposite — someone who used to bartend with Namjoon had to be as outgoing and boisterous as he. However, as he spent more time with the other, the confidence he originally had in this assumption began to falter. Now, he really didn’t know what to make of him. Getting to know Yoongi was like trying to read text in a language he wasn’t fluent in.
The pair spent the beginning of their drive in silence, the quietness of the car only being broken by Yoongi’s occasional sniffling as Jimin’s gaze stayed firmly locked onto the unexpected rose that he held in his hands. The man knew Jimin was aware of his allergy, and yet he had arrived on his doorstep with the beautiful flower anyway. Jimin was grateful, but he did find it a bit peculiar — why put yourself through the nuisance of an allergy for a simple gift? Because he was a florist? Because flowers were something he was passionate about? Maybe that was just the kind of person Yoongi was: someone who valued others’ joy over their own suffering. Jimin really didn’t know what to make of him or the gesture.
Getting fed up with the silence and his own over-analytical thoughts, Jimin forced himself to pull his attention from the rose and instead to Yoongi, and mustered up as much courage as he could to try and start up a conversation.
“So…” He managed to huff as he crossed his legs, warranting a curious side eye from the other. “Do you take all of your first dates to this place?”
The question made Yoongi snort and he shook his head a bit at Jimin’s bluntness.
“Only the special ones.” He retaliated, stealing another glance at Jimin from behind the wheel as he swiped his thumb against his nose.
“And...how many of those were there?”
There was a pause as Yoongi allowed himself a moment to search for the right answer.
“Well, just you.”
Jimin felt his face flush instantly as he let his gaze fall back down to the rose held softly in his hands. He heard Yoongi chuckle fondly at his lack-of response and felt his blush deepen still. He seemed to know just what to say to make the blood rush to Jimin’s cheeks within seconds. He’d been able to do so since the day he walked into Jimin’s flower shop, and Jimin knew he was in trouble the very moment Yoongi had opened his mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had had this type of affect on him, and the prospect of what that meant made his stomach flip. Unsure of how to respond, Jimin simply continued to let Yoongi chuckle to himself and carefully fiddled with the petals of his flower.
Just then, Yoongi’s laughter died on his tongue as a sudden wavering breath shuddered its way out of him. Acting fast, the man clamped his free hand down hard around his nose and ducked into himself, clearly trying to turn out of Jimin’s view as he forcefully stifled a sneeze into his palm.
“huh—NGx’ttschhiuew!— shit, sorry.”
“Oh, bless you.” Jimin offered sympathetically as Yoongi straightened himself back up and sniffled into his hand. “It’s the rose, isn’t it? I should’ve left it at home.”
Yoongi waved off the other’s suggestion and fished a tissue out from the pocket of his blazer, bringing it up to dab at his nose.
“No, no, you’re fine. I expected you to bring it.” He scoffed, visibly annoyed by his own allergy. “It’s really my own fault. I didn’t think only one would get to me like this. Must just be the closed space of the car.”
Jimin hummed in agreeance as Yoongi sniffled sharply against his tissue. He couldn’t help but feel bad even though the other had really dug his own grave by bringing the flower as a gift in the first place.
“I mean,” Jimin started. “if it’ll help I can just get rid of it when we get to the—”
Yoongi’s free hand snapped to his chest and he gripped his shirt as if he’d be shot.
“Jimin.” He cut off the other with an over dramatic grimace plastered on his face. “Get rid of it? You wound me.”
Jimin shook his head, unable to suppress a laugh as it bubbled its way to the surface. He had only ever gotten small glimpses of Yoongi’s sense of humour in the short time they’d known each other, so he had found himself mostly unsure of what to expect. The man had always seemed so serious and stoic whereas Jimin considered himself to be a bit of a goofball. Laughter was important to him, and the fact that Yoongi was coaxing out waves of it only solidified Jimin’s infatuation.
“Hey,” Jimin managed through another laugh. “you know I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just...I remember how you got the last time, that’s all.”
“You mean how we got last time?” Yoongi retorted as he raked his fingers through his hair. There was a playful grin stuck on his face that made Jimin feel slightly self-cautious as he recalled their first encounter. Yoongi wasn’t lying — they were both a mess.
“That’s not fair.” Jimin groaned with a shake of his head. “I can’t help it.”
“Well, technically, neither can I.”
The florist let his rose fall delicately into his lap before folding his arms across his chest and sighing. Yoongi had a point, though their circumstances were vastly different.
“Anyway, it doesn’t really matter,” Yoongi chuckled as he expertly brought his car around a tight bend. “We’re here.”
Jimin blinked in surprise and turned his attention back out of the passenger window as the pair turned into the restaurant's parking lot.
Just from the outside alone Jimin could tell the restaurant was on the higher-end, and he couldn’t stop a small noise of surprise from slipping past his lips.
“It’s really good.” Yoongi assured him with a small sniff. Jimin wondered if the man misinterpreted his noise as apprehension. “Think...Asian-fusion. I figured since you liked sushi...” He trailed off, directing a small ticklish cough into his fist.
Jimin hummed and nodded, feeling his stomach flip as Yoongi shimmied his way out of the vehicle. After weeks of build up, the florist could scarcely believe they were finally here together going on a legitimate date. The whole situation almost felt surreal and it made his head swim as he exited the vehicle and stepped out into the cool evening air.
Jimin could smell Yoongi’s sweet cologne as the pair walked side-by-side towards the restaurant. It reminded him of fresh rain in the summertime and sweet, ripe tangerines. The smell contrasted slightly with his more intimidating outward appearance and it made Jimin smile to himself as Yoongi pulled open the heavy doors and gestured for him to go through.
Once inside, Yoongi was quick to take the reins. He led them towards the host stand and let the employee know that ‘Min’s reservation for two’ had arrived. Jimin wasn’t aware Yoongi had even made reservations. He felt himself blush as the host smiled wide, greeting Yoongi with an almost teasing-sounding ‘Mr. Min’ before grabbing two menus and instructing the pair to follow him ‘right this way’.
The table the host led them to was set off to the side in a slightly more secluded, private area. A candle burned brightly in the center of the table, illuminating the place settings and creating a romantic ambiance that made Jimin thickly swallow a lump that had lovingly decided to form in his throat.
As the host motioned for the pair to sit, Yoongi suddenly snapped at the waist with a vicious sneeze he directed into a tissue that made both Jimin and their host flinch.
“Fuck, ‘m sorry.” The blonde managed, snuffling against his tissue as both men offered taken aback ‘bless yous’.
“Catching a cold, Yoongi?” The host asked. Jimin found it a little odd he chose to call him by his first name, but Yoongi didn’t seem at all phased and instead just shook his head.
“No, it’s…” he sighed, clearly fed up with himself, and simply gestured to Jimin’s rose.
The same rose that Jimin hadn’t even realized was still clutched in his hand.
“Oh my god,” He exclaimed, taking a slight side step away from Yoongi. “I swear I didn’t even realize I was still holding onto this, I—” He swiveled in the direction of the host and extended the flower out to him with pleading eyes. “I’m so sorry, would you be able to keep this in the back until we’re finished? I don’t want to make him—”
Yoongi sneezed again.
“—don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
The host happily obliged without hesitation, and Jimin was just able to make out the look of appreciation Yoongi shot him as they both took their seats.
As soon as the pair was settled, the host wasted no time listing off the restaurant’s specials as he held the rose behind his back. Jimin’s mind was buzzing too loudly to register much of what the man said, and when he ended by asking if he could grab any drinks, all Jimin could think to say was “water, please.”
“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked as he shoved his tissue back into his pocket. “Tonight’s on me, Jimin. Get whatever you like.”
Jimin flushed but insisted he was fine. Yoongi just shrugged and ordered himself some sort of cocktail that Jimin had vaguely registered as being both the restaurant's signature as well as on special that evening.
The host smiled and Jimin thought he saw him waggle his eyebrows at Yoongi before walking off to enter in their drink orders. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Do you...know him?” Jimin questioned curiously.
“Who, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked, jutting his thumb in the direction that the host had gone. Jimin recognized the name from the host’s name tag and nodded in confirmation.
“Sort of.” Yoongi affirmed. “I’ve tattooed him a couple of times. Good kid, just goofy.”
Jimin hummed in response. He was aware that Yoongi was a tattoo artist but beyond that the man had never gone into much detail. For one reason or another, Jimin found it intriguing to get to see Yoongi’s clientele out in the wild.
Before long, Jungkook returned with their drinks, causing Jimin’s eyes to widen as he set down not only a glass of water but a second cocktail as well. He opened his mouth to object, but snapped it shut again when Jungkook winked and assured them it was on the house. Yoongi merely rolled his eyes for a second time and mumbled something about how he would make sure to sneak the kid a tip on their way out.
Now alone for a moment as they waited for their server to arrive, Yoongi wasted no time letting Jimin know what he thought was good, what the place was famous for, and what he recommended the other to try. Jimin couldn’t help but feel endeared by his uncharacteristic enthusiasm and insisted Yoongi order him whatever he thought was best. Once their server arrived — a cheerful man whose name tag read ‘Hoseok’ — Yoongi did just that.
“If you don’t like it, just let me know.” Yoongi instructed, swiping his forefinger against his nose. “I have no problem ordering you something else.”
“I’ll like it.” Jimin giggled, feeling his cheeks grow warm from a combination of giddiness and the few sips he had taken of his cocktail. “I’m not picky, so please don’t worry. I’ll try anything once.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows at the statement and softly chuckled. It wasn’t until he responded that Jimin fully registered what had come out of his own mouth.
“I mean, it’s only our first date but...I guess that’s good to know.”
Jimin choked on another sip of his cocktail and made a grab for his cloth napkin, bringing it up to mouth to try and suppress a series of sputtering coughs. The whole display only seemed to make Yoongi laugh harder and he winked at the other as Hoseok swung by to drop off their appetizers.
Jimin let out a sigh as he wiped his mouth with his napkin, murmuring an apology to Yoongi to which the blonde simply waved off. As Jimin readjusted, Yoongi was quick to explain which appetizer was which, and Jimin was more than happy to listen to him. There was something about Yoongi’s voice that he found naturally mesmerizing, and Jimin truly believed he could listen to him talk about absolutely anything for hours on end. Yoongi could easily make a story about watching paint dry sound like a New York Times bestseller.
The blonde was in the process of passing over a pair of chopsticks when the florist noticed his eyes start to unfocus mid-sentence. He raised an eyebrow curiously and opened his mouth to ask if everything was alright when Yoongi suddenly cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath.
“hHA’ISSHHhh’iuh!”
He fell into himself with a harsh sneeze he couldn’t contain; leaving delicate wet spots splayed haphazardly across the middle of his white button up shirt. He swore immediately and made a grab for his cloth napkin as a rosy red colour started to creep across his cheeks.
“Bless you.” Jimin managed, desperately trying to ignore the way his own sinuses had started to prickle. He sniffled sharply and prayed it would be enough to alleviate the oncoming sensation. “You alright?”
“Yeah, just…” Yoongi blew out a breath, clearly embarrassed as he straightened himself back upwards. “Look, I’m really sorry about...all of this.” he gestured to himself with a self deprecating chuckle before continuing. “I’m starting to think the rose wasn’t my smartest idea. I just thought only one might not…” He trailed off with a shake of his head.
“You have no reason to be sorry.” Jimin reassured with a soft smile. “But for next time...I like chocolates, too.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at this.
“Next time, huh?” he echoed, his dark eyes glowing intensely.
Jimin swallowed. Yoongi’s eyes were like the deepest part of the ocean and nearly twice as mysterious. He could hardly read the expression that sat just beyond them, and it made him fidget in his seat. Had he possibly overstepped his bounds? Had he been too cocky? Did Yoongi think he was —
All of Jimin’s intrusive thoughts were abruptly squashed as Yoongi reached across the table and interlocked his index finger gently with Jimin’s own. His hand was warm, aside from the cool metal of his rings, and he ran his thumb tenderly across Jimin’s knuckle with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“I think I’d like that,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” Jimin breathed. “Me too.”
#remember when i said i like to keep my writings platonic#lol oops#clearly these two mfs are my acception#sorry about my flowershop!au spam pls don't hate me#mine#bts sickfic#allergic!yoongi#bts au#yoonmin#and u know who u are but thank u for the proofread i would die for you#bts snzfic#bts snz
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Life Is Beautiful - II
Summary: You are a glass half full person, your life motto is “Life is too short to… Insert something and anything here”. During your whole life you wanted something more, and even not knowing what it is, you put yourself to find out and get it, experiencing everything brilliant that the world offers - within the measure of what is safe, of course. The curious thing is that your way of living ended up rousing the interest of two vampires. One who sees beauty in everything and loves to exist, currently working with suicide prevention; and another one who no longer sees grace in things, in that boring immortality that never ends, and only complains about the Netflix catalog all the time.
Pairing: Jimin x reader / Taehyung x reader.
Genre: fluff, angst, mature (not really a smut i guess?)…
Words: 8593.
Rating: +18
Warnings: As much as my writing is soft and light, and as these are not the main topic of the story, treated in a non-descriptive way, there are sensitive themes from the beginning of the first chapter to the end of the fic that can trigger sensitive people, like depression, suicide, addictions in general - Jimin literally works at a suicide prevention center here. SO PLEASE! Read responsibly, my intention when dealing with topics like this is always 1) dealing with them in myself, as a way of putting out part of my own healing process 2) generating identification in other people, so they can go through the difficult time a little less alone. THIS IS A STORY THAT SEES THE WORLD WITH POSITIVITY.
Chapter I - Chapter III .
Dating is a very mortal thing, very human thing. Because mortals believe in love and want it, as they live for such a little time and die so easily, they are seeking for it every time, afraid that they will never ever find this great noble sentiment, a person to call theirs, to take care and be cared of. Vampires on the other hand have no need to be afraid of these fleeting things. Most times when they have an interest in other vampires, they just act on it, whether to periodic casual encounters, ether to live an endless affection in the empty eternity, just let's move it together. It is not common for vampires to fall in love - in fact most do not even believe in the word love - so no feelings are wasted, even the most superficial ones like the carnal impulses or the need for company. That's because existence is too long and feelings are few. When it happens it is unmistakable. For mortals it is precisely the opposite. Too many feelings for a short life. This creates an irrational anxiety and fear of choosing the wrong person, someone that isn't for them, and ending up just wasting time of their ephemeral lives. That is why dates are so important, it is a test. If it is a good experience it is a sign to continue, if it is bad go to the next option.
Jimin always wanted to have such experience. He likes the romance of mortals, which takes place at a slow and smooth pace like in books and movies, and he wanted to try. He just never got interested enough in anyone to think about actually asking them out... until now. Today he has a date with you.
He ran to his closet to choose an outfit - he already had four options ready in his head, but he needed to prove it to see which one would look better. He was just so excited you said yes! He was so eager to see how you will dress up, because of course, you are already beautiful, but the idea is to try to look even more beautiful to go on a date, and imagining you doing this thinking about him makes Jimin smile until his eyes disappear in two half moons.
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Taehyung was laying upside down on his bed, lazyly throwing a ball to Yeontan chase it, again, again and again. On the old record player there was a vinyl that he bought almost a century ago, filling the air in the room with jazz. His feet bounce site to side on the rhythm of the bass and he is tempted on singing along. He couldn't - because he wouldn't even try - remember the first time he heard this song, only that it was in the first half of the twentieth century and he probably met the singer personally, since he loved going to the shows. In his almost four hundred years of existence, this was one of the times when he was happier, different from now. He chased after the pretty girls, made them feel like princesses with the polite and gallant way he talks, kissed their red painted lips and drank the red from their necks... And then made them forget about him so they wouldn't have nightmares about his fangs and red eyes. He also had fun with the young men who went out to party and accepted anyone who wanted to party with them with hugs and high laughter, but it was not so good to drink from them, because alcohol changes the taste of blood too much... Still it was fun though.
Now none of that is interesting. And he doesn't even know why. He also doesn't know why he feels so angry all the time. But he feels. He gets irritated when he sees Jimin being happy and excited as always while he doesn't even want to move, and then he feels guilty because it's not like he wants Jimin to stop being like that. It's just... It seems that at any moment he will be alone forever.
Taehyung slowly got up and lined up his silk pajamas looking at himself in the full length mirror. Even though he feels empty and purposeless he is elegant. He headed to Jimin's room. His intention was to apologize for being rude but he forgot it at the moment he stepped inside the door.
"What is it all?" He looked to the mess of clothes and shoes around the bedroom.
Jimin ran out the closet with a hoodie in one hand and a suit on the other and not using any pants. His eyes were anxious.
"I don't know what to wear! I want to look good but don't want to overdress..." He whined in front of the mirror. "None of my initial ideas seemed right when I tried..."
Taehyung made a face, trying to remember what day of week was.
"I thought you didn't have work today..." Tae found an empty bed space to sit on.
"I don't..." Jimin turned to him with a bright smile that almost blinded him. "Today I'm going out with a girl! I have a date!"
And there it was again. That pain of feeling Jimin slowly slipping away. He is the only one Taehyung really got attached to after so much time, the only one he wanted to stay forever... But the feeling doesn't seem reciprocal anymore.
"A girl? Who is it?" Tae asked, trying to swallow the sour taste on his mouth. He was there to apologize, not to smash Jimin's smile once more.
"Y/N. She works with me, and she's very sweet. I think you would like her if you meet her." Jimin dreamly said, hands dropping the clothes he was holding.
"Why do you think that?" Tae got along.
Jimin sighed, thinking of you, trying to put you in one or a few words. It was hard.
"I don't know... I identify with her." He approached Tae, taking his face on his cute hands. "She is like me."
Taehyung closed his eyes, and the image of some bubbly cute girl in love with live, appreciating little things, formed in his mind, and then this cute girl replaced him in Jimin's heart. He already hates her. Hates you.
He harshly sighed.
"If you want to look unpretentious, modest, choose jeans. A pair that values your beautiful legs." Taehyung recommended calmly. Jimin smiled and ran back to the closet. "Button-up shirt, one that looks casual but still shows that you care."
Jimin searched through the closet looking for something that matched Taehyung description, seconds later he came back with a white shirt with a mandarin collar and short sleeves, slightly oversized, and ripped jeans that hugged his tights nicely.
"What else?" He asked, already feeling more confident.
"Any of your shoes should look good, I think... And it's raining, so you need a leather jacket."
At the end Jimin was perfect, with his hands full of rings, hair fixed showing his forehead, and using an expensive perfume, but in fact he is always perfect. Carefully he put all his clothes back in the closet, so as not to have to tidy up the room when he gets back, and even to control the anxiety a little since he got ready too early. When he finished Tae was no longer in the room waiting for him.
"Taetae?" Jimin knocked on Taehyung's door, even if it was open.
Tae was back on his previous position on his bed, head hanging off the edge. He didn't look back at Jimin's direction, keeping his eyes close as if he was just enjoying the song playing on the old record player. He wasn't at all.
"Hm?"
"Thank you." Jimin softly said, sitting beside him.
Taehyung slowly opened one eye, lazyly humming again.
"You welcome, you looked lost." He unconsciously took Jimin's hand, interviewing their fingers. "I thought you were already leaving."
Jimin shook his head, chuckling to himself.
"I got carried away with my enthusiasm. I only need to pick up Y/N in an hour and twenty six minutes."
"Silly you."Tae mumbled.
"Yeah... Silly Jiminie." He was dreamly, looking to nowhere specific. After a moment without conversation, they made eye contact. "You went to my room to say something. What was it?"
A pout formed on Taehyung lips.
"I'm sorry."
Jimin answered with a soft grin, using his free hand to affectionately mess Tahyung's hair. After so much time together it gets easier to solve conflicts, it is possible to see how simple it is to ask for forgiveness. This makes immortality much more enjoyable. They both knew they were fine.
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You said bye to your roommate, and she wished you luck, saying for the hundred time that you are beautiful - she hadn't seen you this excited to a date before. In the cold, empty corridor of your building, still in front of your apartment door, you checked if your keys, wallet and cell phone really were in your little lap-bag - which sadly you hardly use because your heavy books, lunchboxes and other everyday things don't fit in it. You took a deep breath and put your hair behind your ear with a slightly shaking hand, feeling the stomach full of those silly butterflies, just for thinking that Jimin was already down there waiting for you.
It was raining so much now that even though it was late afternoon the sky was dark as if it were already night. When you opened the front door, the cold air caught you off guard, it was cold enough to make you shiver, even if you were wearing a jacket and wool pantyhose. Jimin came up the stairs to you with a big umbrella in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face.
"I swear where we are going is pretty warm inside." He said, giving you space to go under the umbrella with him. "You look cute by the way. Beautiful actually."
Your face heated as you hooked your arms together, a grin in your lips.
"You don't look bad yourself."
If Jimin had any blood circulating in his veins he would blush too. Thank you, Tae. He thought.
"I was afraid you would give up on going out today, because of the weather..." Jimin expressed, really relieved that you didn't.
"I never miss an opportunity to have a good time. Just rain can't stop me... maybe a tornado..." You jocked.
"Thank god I saw nothing about tornadoes in the weather."
You laughed, and you were about to answer something but Jimin stopped, and you shut up when you saw him opening the door of a sporting car, and even if you don't know anything about cars to the point of not even knowing what brand it was, you sure could say it was expensive. Your broke ass was freaking out.
"Is this your car?" You couldn't keep the words from coming out of your mouth.
Jimin just smirked, thinking it was cute.
"Miss?" He motioned for you to come in, and when you were comfortable in the leather seat he closed the door for you. One second later he was getting in himself.
He took his time to put on his seat belt, so he could look at you whole again. You two have never been in such a small enclosed space before, so now, even with the other smells, like rain outside and the leather of the seats, he could smell you a lot better. And it was good. Everything about you was cute, even the pulse of your blood in the artery in your beautiful neck. He could just look at you forever, but it would make you uncomfortable, probably, and that's definitely not the idea of this date.
"You are using transparent rain boots." He stated, noticing it now.
"Ah... Yeah. I didn't want to wet up my feet." You slightly freaked. The only other pair of shoes you have to rain days is way old and ugly - the pair of hiking boots you use almost everyday to college and work - so you opted for yout transparent rain boots and cute socks.The result was not very fashionable, but you didn't have much else to do other than to hope it would look cute or at least talk a little about your personality. "I like to use socks that match my mood, even if people can't see."
Jimin hummed, analyzing the yellow socks in your feet. A happy color.
"I see." He smiled. "I guess you never use black socks then."
You looked at him, really serious.
"Those are for final exam days."
He laughed. You like to make him laugh.
"And what's the meaning of yellow socks?" Jimin asked, really expectant of your explanation.
"If I'm still in such a mood at the end of the night, I'll tell you." You smirked.
"Ok."
He took you to a fancy cafe, just like his car, the moment you went through the door you knew the money you brought with you wasn't enough, the whole place with the marble floor and vintage decor in a level totally different from the simple cafe in front of the train station that you usually buy your coffee before work. There weren't many people, most likely because of the rain. With a hand in the small of your back, Jimin walked you to a table, and pulled a chair for you. Your eyes were sparkling as you looked around, to the fancy illumination set, to the plants adorning the wall behind you, to the beautiful girl in a beautiful dress some tables from yours.
"We always drink coffee in a not so nice place in a not so nice situation, so I wanted to change it a little bit." Jimin seated beside you.
"Is a nice change indeed." You gave him a sweet smile.
"But if you think it's too boring, just tell me, I am not attached to plans." He jocked, but with truth behind it.
You thought for a second.
"What if I say I want to go to a climbing gym?"
"First I would say that my shoes are not good for this activity, nor your dress... But, why not?"
His response made you smile and your heart skipped a bit.
"I'll think of a more suitable activity for our outfits then."
Seconds later, a waitress came to your table with a notepad in hand and a cordial smile on her face. She was using the black uniform with a colorful apron on her waist, and a vintage eyeliner, you thought she was also nice looking, just like the rest of the place and people around you.
"Already know what you will want?" She asked, looking between you and Jimin.
"Ah! I haven't looked at the menu yet! Just a moment." You reached the cute booklet beside the flower pot in front of you. As you guessed before, the prices were a little more than you had planned to spend, making your stomach flip.
Jimin rested his elbows on the table.
"I want an espresso, the small one, please." He cheekly smiled. "And she..."
He stopped himself. He could bet what you would want, based on the kind of coffee you always buy to yourself, and your feed on instagram, but asking you directly was better, but most important: girls in this century can make their own order themselves. So he would just wait for you to talk. But you didn't say anything right away, you were nervously staring at the menu in your hands instead.
You were calculating. If you took the cheapest coffee among the expensive ones, which should certainly be a delight, you would not be a miser, and there would be extra money left for emergencies which is always good. But you could also buy a cheaper coffee and a cookie maybe. But a piece of pie would be so good too, there were some really beautiful ones in the showcase, but to also drink something would take all your money at once...
"Strawberry Mocha Latte, please." You ordered, wishing to not regret it.
Jimin, who was watching you closely during the few seconds you got to make a decision, saw how you longered a little more on the pies and cakes page, and the quick looks you sent to the showcase, humed.
"Thinking better... I'm up to something sweet too. Can you please tell me what flavor is that brown pie, with the white thing running down the sides?" He asked the waitress, chin on his hand.
"Sure. That's Cocoa Pie. It tastes like hot chocolate, the white thing is melted marshmallow." She explained.
Jimin heard your heart speeding up and then you gulped.
"I want a slice of it, please." He smiled at the waitress one last time.
"Anything else?" She asked.
"No." Both of you answered together.
Jimin had eyes only in you once again.
"Well, you were talking about college." He signaled for you to continue the previous conversation you were having on the car.
"Oh... yeah. College..." You couldn't remember the last thing you were telling him.
Jimin lightly passed his index finger through your forehead, to undo a frown you didn't notice you were making.
"You were saying you didn't know exactly what you wanted to study." He took advantage of the proximity to put your hair behind your ear.
"Right. I always dreamed of things like being president, firefighter, astronaut and superhero. Something helpful." You laughed, especially because Jimin was laughing imagining you doing such things. "So I signed up for psychology when vacancies were opened for classes and I started working at the center as complementary hours... and it has been incredible."
"You don't sound like you have found what is your dream." Jimin commented.
You shrugged, playing with the sleeve of your dress.
"It's because I didn't. I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I can't just sit down and think about it, so I started from somewhere. Going to college, or whatever, later would be a waste of time. Life is too short. You understand me?"
Not really. Imortallity and such. But Jimin could have some empathy.
"Tell me more."
You sighed.
"Mom says I always have been different... My siblings are really chill. Dad supports me in any decision I make since ever, even the dumbest ones. I'm blessed, because for them I can be anything I want. I just don't know what it is. I feel that I can't disappoint them and waste all their money trying to discover myself. I need to at least get a degree in the process." You ended your speech with a dismissing laugh, as if it wasn't your biggest intern issue. "But I'm talking too much about myself... Your turn."
"It's not a problem, I can hear about you all day." He just flirted. "But well. My first degree was in law, I wanted to know how things work. Then I studied history, because I have a certain... intimacy with it. Basically everything I study is because I like it or am curious about it. I love taking courses on the internet too."
You were a little shocked. You didn't exactly know Jimin's age, but he looks at most two or three years older than you, and he already has two degrees? Rich kids really live in another world.
"Your family must be so proud of you." You said, stunned.
"I don't have family." Jimin simply responded.
In one second you were freaking out.
"I'm so, so sorry... I didn't mean to touch a delicate subject. Sorry." You reached both hands to his arm which was resting on the table, hoping you didn't ruin everything offending him or making him feel sad.
Jimin let a light chuckle out, putting his other hand above yours.
"It's ok. You couldn't know. Besides, it is not that delicate of a subject." He smiled, trying to make you relax. "I have been alone since I remember, since ever. No mom or dad. Just me. At some point I met this guy and he proposed to be my tutor, he adopted me, and it was the closest thing to a father figure that I ever had. And I'm sure parents aren't... that way." Jimin's eyes got dark for a second, but before you could say anything, he smiled again, brighter than before. "Now it's me and my friend Taehyung."
He said the name Taehyung with so much affection and fondness, that you almost heard him completing with "And he is my family", and in fact that was the feeling hiding in Jimin's words everytime he needs to talk about his friend to someone.
"Everytime you talk about this friend of yours I feel like meeting him. He must be so nice."
Jimin's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I think he will love you. If you like it, I can invite you for lunch or something like that." His hand tightened on yours.
Was it a cue to a kind of second date already? Your face heated up.
"I would love to."
Your orders arrived, Jimin needed to let go of your hands, and you from his arm. As expected, your coffee was divine, creamy, warm and sweet in the right measure, warming you up inside and making your tongue melt with satisfaction, that your heart even hurt less at the price you would pay for it. Jimin got the tiniest bite of the cocoa pie and hummed in delight, catching your attention.
Vampires have no problem eating human food, but it's not like it's very satisfying, the acting was to make you look at him with puppy eyes. And it worked.
"Y/N, you need to taste it. Here." He filled the spoon with a piece way bigger than he ate himself and reached it out in front of your mouth.
You wanted it so bad you didn't even think how he feeding you could be embarrassing, you just ate it. No regrets.
"It really tastes like hot chocolate." You said with doe eyes.
As you talked, he made you eat the whole slice yourself without noticing it. You were just so happy, having a good time with a nice, handsome guy you crush on, and a cute delicious meal, in a conceitual, beautiful place. If life wasn't so short, you would like to do it forever.
"Hmmm, Jimin?" You said, mouth slightly full. "How Escape Room sounds to you?"
He smiled widely.
"Sounds like a good new plan."
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You're a masochist, Jimin came to that conclusion after fifteen minutes of escape room adventure. First of all you chose a suspense and horror story to play, which surprised him a little but didn't make him think much about it. It turns out that in addition to the tense story where you need to find out where the main character's body was hidden in order to get out, an actor dressed as a masked serial killer appears from time to time to scare and chase you with a fake knife. Jimin is not really scared, since his improved hearing and smells make him notice the presence of the actor before the jump scare, but you... As much as you are smart to find the clues and connect the facts, you are a scared cat. Every time you give a loud scream that gradually becomes a nervous laugh, grab his hand and run away pulling him with you, clearly enjoying yourself. He could hear your heart racing and smell the adrenaline and endorphin running through your blood.
"We need to go back to the library... Do you think he is there?" You shout whispered, one hand still holding tightly on his, and in the other you were analyzing the clues you already had.
The heat in your face from running and your slightly lack of air just made you look cuter, Humans are so fragile and precious.
"He isn't, we can go back." Jimin whispered back.
"How do you know?" You tried to peek around the corner of the corridor.
"I saw him going to the other side as we ran." He lied, actually he could hear the actor's breathing behind a door on the way to the library. Probably both of you would run again, and that's ok to Jimin, so he can put himself between you anthe guy protectively and see if you'll look at him the same as the first time he did.
Before the time goes out, you solved the mystery with almost any help from Jimin, who was too busy paying attention to you and your focused expression, and needing to ask for a hint just one time. You were euphoric and proud as you both walked out the room, bragging about your brain, and also pouting about how sad the story actually was and how that freak neon mask of the killer was spooky. You were so distracted talking about how much fun you got that you didn't see when Jimin paid for the game without splitting the bill. You had previously agreed that even if you didn't have the money to pay half of it, you would help. That was not fair.
You decided not to complain.
"All this running made me hungry!" You said as you two walked over to his car. It wasn't raining anymore, the night sky slowly starting to show up as the clouds moved away with the wind which was still strong and chilling. Seeing you close your jacket better, Jimin put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. With a vampire's body temperature he wouldn't be able to warm you at all, but at least he could shieldering you from the wind... And you still thought the caring act was the cutest thing. You also put an arm around his waist. "Are you hungry too?"
Nope. Jimin doesn't even remember how the feeling of hunger is, the bloodlust is too different to compare, besides, what for you was physical effort, for him it didn't even come close to being tiring. But he got along with it. If you had any more ideas that postponed him taking you home and saying goodbye for the night, he would accept it.
"Ah... Sure." For the third time in the night he opened the door for you. "Why?"
You took your place in the passenger seat and searched for something in your purse, taking it out all smiling when you found it. Ten pieces of colored paper. Coupons.
"Chinese food. The discount is bigger if ordered to go." You sang. Coupons are your treasure.
When Jimin thinks you can't get any cuter...
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In order not to risk spilling any type of sauce on the leather of Jimin's expensive car seat, you insisted on going to eat at your apartment, since it was not far from the Chinese restaurant. Jimin was uncertain at first, but you ensured that two of your roommates were traveling and that the other doesn't sleep early and wouldn't mind you hanging out in the living room as long as you don't make a lot of noise. The question was not whether he was going to bother your roommate or not, Jimin is a gentleman, he would never do anything to offend someone inside their own home, the question is whether he could get you to invite him in with all the words - the last thing he wanted to do was end your date bursting into ashes for entering without being properly invited and you having to vacuum him off your carpet. It would be a really sad and stupid way of dying.
He nervously insisted on carrying all the bags and followed you upstairs - the elevator was broken - and down the cold corridor from your floor to your door. You opened your purse to get your heavy set of keys - your father always said that the more keys you need to carry the greater number of responsibilities you have, and for some reason that makes you internally proud of yourself - searching for the right one to open the door.
Jimin cleared his throat.
"Y/N... I really don't want to bother..." He said, and you looked at him with doe eyes. He put the bags on the floor to keep his hands free to hold yours. Before you could object, he continued. "I had a lot of fun with you today, and I think we got to the part I say bye the right way... You know, walking you to your door and them kissing you... Maybe?"
Like in the movies, he thought. Your heart scaped one... no... a lot of beats. He was holding both your hands, and looking right to your eyes, and talking about kissing you. Still you pouted, and he knew you would fight him on it, of course you would, but you did more than this, getting him by surprise. You reduced the space between you and pecked his lips, one of Jimin's hands went up to cup your face and try to kiss you more, but you pulled back with a frown.
"Done. You walked me to my door and kissed me." You were looking at his eyes as intensely as he was looking at yours. "But you said you were hangry and I bought all this food for us, so you are not going home yet."
You used your emergency money and coupons that you took a long time to collect just to be able to spend more time with him, and you wouldn't miss it for anything.
Jimin smiled till his eyes disappeared.
"Do you want me to get in so we can spend more time together?" He asked as if he could read your mind, but it was just because it was what he wanted too.
"Yeah." You nodded, feeling kind of weird for admitting it.
"Say it..." Jimin insisted, eyes so intense you could think he was hypnotizing you. He wasn't, he would never do that to you.
"I want you to get in so we can hang out a little more..." You said, voice small.
"Invite me formally then." He openly asked.
It confused you, you thought it was funny, a chuckle escaping your lips. In your head you were sure that Jimin should read fanfic or something like that to be so good at being cliché. You pulled back and opened the door, stepping aside.
"Please come in, Jimin." You smirked to him as he picked the bags from the door and obliged.
He didn't turn into ashes. You closed the door behind him and picked his jacket, kicking your boots. He followed you close to the kitchen, where he dropped the bags on the table.
"Hmmm. You can make yourself comfortable, I'll just say to my roommate that I'm home and brought food. I'll be back in a sec."
You run in your tiptoes down the hall, as Jimin already knew the apartment was empty when you arrived. He opened the cabinets and drawers, looking for plates and cutlery, before you came back he would have prepared the table for you two - or just you really - to eat. He got it done and you didn't come back, so he explored. The kitchen had little of your smell in it, a sign that you spend little time in it, which is okay, Jimin's kitchen is not his favorite part of the house either. In the living room you were more present, he found where your smell was stronger, your favorite place to take naps and marathon series, the recliner. It looked really comfortable, so he could understand. He walked silently down the hall and found your bedroom door, the door was open and you weren't there, but of course, as much as he was curious about you and your most personal place, he wasn't going to enter without permission, just looking quickly the stuffed animals at the head of your messy bed before heading back to the living room was enough for now.
In the meantime, you were leaning against the closed door of your roommate's room, which should have been at home, as you left her before you left, but she wasn't. Staring at your phone screen with your face burning you took a deep breath. She texted you earlier, yet you were having fun so you didn't see it before. It makes no difference, she just put even more ideas in your head and embarrassment in your face.
Cutiehoe: i got to my babe's place
Cutiehoe: so u can get laid if you want booboo
Cutiehoe: nntr
Cutiehoe: tell me later hf
You didn't think of inviting Jimin to do anything more than eat. It wasn't your intention. But now you are thinking about it. A lot. You considered running to the bathroom to cool off a little, but on second thought, you left the boy alone for too long, he must be feeling awkward waiting for you. So you got back to him, who was actually very comfy in your recliner, reading the book you left there earlier. He did make himself comfortable - it isn't hard to a vampire at all.
"I set the table." He smiled, closing the book.
"Did you?" You looked to the kitchen table in surprise. "Ah, it wasn't necessary... I was planning on eating here, so we can watch a movie or something... And eat from the boxes so I won't need to wash the dishes later..."
You were afraid the talk would die at some point and that it would be awkward, so the movie or whatever would be an emergency escape or something, you use this tactic for dates and making new friends since middle school.
"That's good for me too." He crossed his leg, as if it wasn't his first time in your house, and you don't know if it relaxes you or makes you tense. "What do you want to watch? I love cliche super silly rom-coms, aaaand animal planet documentaries."
You didn't know if he was joking or not but it made you laugh anyways, you finding it funny and cute.
"You can choose..." You handed the remote to him. "I'll bring the food and a blanket to a comfier experience."
"Ok." He took the opportunity to lightly brush your fingers when he took the remote, just like in the movies, and watch you sigh shakily over it. In fact he spent all night doing these little film cliché things, most of them you didn't even notice, but little by little it was affecting you, working you up.
"Ah. " You remembered. "Any of my roommates are here, you don't need to worry about bothering."
Jimin made a face, a thinking pouting face, then smiled widely, which made his eyes disappear.
"Good. I didn't like the idea of having to contain myself around you."
Everything he says sounds so flirty that sometimes you don't know how to answer, so you just laughed as if it didn't affect your now slightly horny mind and left the room again.
Food on the coffee table, blanket turning your bottom halfin a burrito, a documentary about cats lowly playing on the TV - Jimin's choice, really - you both just chatting. Jimin was marmeized on how entertained you were by the conversation, telling him about how you managed to rent your room in such a good apartment, with nice roommates, in first place, he couldn't say if the story was really interesting or if it was just you making it sound like it was. You were so focused on the conversation that you didn't even noticed he wasn't eating at all.
"But is kind of sad, because I'll probably be moving out next month..." You sighed then stuffed your mouth with chicken.
"What do you mean?" Jimin frowned.
"My savings are about to end, and what I earn at the center doesn't pay my rent here. And even if they paid I still have the college to pay, I will have to go after student internships. So next month I'm going to change jobs and move to a cheaper apartment. I'm just not going back to the dorms, no sir." You shrugged.
"Have you found any promising places yet?"
"Not really. The best place I found is only good because it is pet friendly, but besides it, it is hideous." You made fun of it, but you were frustrated for real, your roommates would let you stay as long as you needed, but it wouldn't be fair.
Jimin laughed and pulled you to a half hug, which you gladly accepted, laying your head on his shoulder.
"You"ll find something..." He made a thinking pout. "If it would make you happy, I have a cute dog, and you can be his friend if you want to, specially if you can't afford your own pet, you just need to pay a visit to my house sometime."
"I would love it! I love dogs! And cats! And parrots... And ferrets, I want a ferret sooo much! But I can't afford myself these days." You finished your box of food, and with a clap of your hands you looked at him with shiny eyes. "But enough of my complaints, your turn... "
"My turn?" He has a hand in your chin.
But since when that you didn't notice the touch at first?
"Yeah... You tell me a story now, or whatever, what comes to your mind first." You nervously chuckled.
"Uhum." He nodded and pulled you close to kiss you.
The soft peck you gave him earlier was still ghosting his beautiful lips, he was still wanting to deepen it. He spent the whole conversation observing you to know if you wanted it too, if he should, and all the openings you were giving him made him excited. You kissed him back, reaching his shoulders with both hands. He started the kiss at a tentative pace, and soon you took the lead in a slow and nice rate, making him remember that probably you have more experience than him on it, or at least it is more recent than the last time he kissed someone like this. Before he knows it, he is hovering above you on the couch, your arms embracing his neck, one of his hands on your waist, wishing he could take your dress out of the way to feel your skin.
"This was the only thing on my mind." He pulled back after who knows how long, lips close enough to brush against yours, forehead on yours. "Your turn. What is on your mind now, Y/N?"
So intense... You mentally cursed that you were trapped in the blanket, preventing you from embracing him with your legs too.
"A lot of things actually..." You giggled. "You know... When the universe gives me an opportunity I usually don't let it pass..."
"Uhum. I noticed." He smiled against your own smile.
"I want to take you to my bed and strip you. That's the thought." You admitted.
"That's the thought." He repeated with a rusky voice that gave you goosebumps, getting up and pulling you with him. You tripped over the blanket, but he held you, connecting your lips together again, and again. "Lead the way please."
You took him by hand and went to your room. You barely passed through the door, Jimin was all over you again, arms circling your waist from behind, mouth finding its way to your neck, sweetly kissing your pulse of life, right over your artery. He had no intention of biting you, the thought didn't even cross his mind, your smell is just so good and addictive he couldn't help himself. The smell of life on you, plus the smell of who you are, now that he could feel it so closely, after experiencing your lips... He never felt that way, whether with a vampire or a mortal, but it wasn't going to be now that he was going to question the strange fire burning inside his chest.
Soon you two were making out in your bed, gradually pieces of clothes and your animal plushies dropping to the floor. More than once you imagined Jimin above you like that, one hand holding your jaw, the thumb of the other hand playing with the hem of your bra, legs entwined with yours, while you explore the skin on his bare back with your fingertips. You were feeling fulfilled. You couldn't hold your breath when he gave you several pecks, and then smiling against your mouth he devoured you again, pinching your hips playfully. Even in that position, he was still flirting with you, making you feel relaxed and safe, and it made your heart flutter, and those insistent butterflies in your stomach took off all at once.
When your bra was off, letting you in your panties only, you put a hand on Jimin's - beautiful - chest, making him stop and look at you.
"Yes?" He asked with heart eyes and a low smoky voice.
"Do you..." You struggled to focus as he was looking at you as to remember each detail of your face for eternity. He was indeed. "Do you by any chance have a condom with you?"
He internally slaps himself for not being prepared for every possible scenario resulting from your date. He didn't think about sex at all, didn't remember that mortals use condoms, or that condoms exist, so he didn't get the idea of buying such thing - it would be the first time ever. Damn! It is an important thing!
"I don't." He blinked twice.
"Oh." You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. You don't have any either, actually you don't even remember the last time... "Ah! Two of my roommates are actually a couple, and I know they must have condoms somewhere... Can you wait a lil sec?"
You looked up at him as if you were insecure he would say no. He just chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.
"Of course." He got off of you, laying himself by your side.
You gave him a cutely bashful smile and hurried out the room, just in your underwear. A really beautiful sight.
Vampires do not have STDs and are totally sterile, so the need to use a condom is totally non-existent, yet, Jimin decided not to say anything about it and just use it, because he would have to expose himself too much to make the arguments make any sense, and, of course, for a matter of respect and consent. If it's important to you, then why question it? He was just hoping you would find it in your roommate's stuff, so you wouldn't change your mind on going all the way with him... Hoping that at least if you end up changing your mind you would be up for cuddles, so he could hide his face in your neck and feel you in such a way a little bit more. For him it's just as intimate, but in a different way.
You came back a while later with the small colorful package and a weird look on your face - you found it in a really private drawer - to find Jimin laying on his back, facing the ceiling with eyes closed. He looked so beautiful. For a second you panicked, thinking that he could have fallen asleep, then he got up on his elbows, mischievous eyes sizing you up and down with so much interest.
"Get back here, Sweetheart." He softly talked, husky voice making your feet move before you could think about it. When you reached the bed he pulled you by the hand and in a second was above you again, hands holding you close. He chose to ask the next question in your ear. "Can we continue?"
"Yes." You took a handful of his nape hair as he attacked your neck with kisses once more.
The last underwear pieces were discarded in no time, letting just skin on skin, and the sensation of it was the only thing both of you could think clearly at the moment. You did what you've been wanting to do since you met Jimin, so much time checking him out when you believed he wasn't paying attention, and satisfactorily grabbed his ass, in response he grabbed yours too.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered against the base of your throat. Then he made eye contact, just adoring you, and you could feel it in all your body.
Both of you held your breath together when he entered. You wanted to look away, or close your eyes, but it wasn't possible at the moment. Jimin's face brightened up and he let out a giggle.
"Stop, don't laugh." You hid your face with a hand, for some reason this making you lowkay insecure.
"Sorry." He got your hand out the way and pecked your lips. "I just think you are precious."
It is strange. Vampires don't believe in love, even if it is Jimin, who seeks for it around him all the time, in movies and books, and always dreamed to experience such a thing that mortals live and die for, deep inside never really believing he would find it. But... Somehow... Now lying on your embrace, two bodies in sinc as if they were one, breathing and voices mixed, eyes fixed on each other's every response, mouths reaching one another in their own will. He was burning inside with a feeling he could only think as similar as what the imagined love is. Did he exist for so many centuries to meet you in this time? So he could see you trembling because of him, making him want to do it again and again? Not because he feels good, or because you smell and taste good, but because he adores you...
Your arms wrapped his torso, pinning him against you, bringing him closer, even if it wasn’t possible, in what you were looking for comfort in, as you were trying to regain your breath. A different smell of yours filling the air.
Breath. You need this to keep living. Actually you need a lot of things to not die. So ephemeral. At this moment, thinking of it, as he rolled his hips a few times more and kissed you passionately, you were everything in the world. Even if you are an ephemeral being. The idea of you not existing anymore in some decades, or next day, was terrifying, at the point of him considering...
"Yellow is for euphoric happiness, I use it when I don't know what to do with my own excitement." You pulled him from his thoughts, pushing his hair away from his face with a content smile on yours.
He looked at you without understanding.
"My socks. I promised to tell you my yellow mood if till the end of the night I were still feeling it." You explained.
"I see." He let himself fall beside you, still not letting you go, burying his face on your neck instead. You gladly cuddled him back, playing with hair, and felt his smile wide on your skin as you did. "Can I stay a while longer?"
"I wasn't expecting you to leave at all. Is already late." You said in the middle of a yawn.
You both stayed in silence for a moment, he could sense you falling asleep.
Then you talked again, getting away just enough to look at him.
"We need to get clean, also is healthy to pee after sex." You were already getting up from the bed at the end of the sentence.
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The morning came lazyly, with you soundly sleeping with your head on Jimin's arm and legs entangled with his, noses touching. Vampires don't exactly sleep, or they hibernate, or they just close their eyes and rest, and that's what Jimin is doing as your peaceful breathing and heartbeat lully him.
Through the curtains a beam of sunlight slowly invaded the room, as the sun began to rise outside bringing the day. Noticing this, Jimin covered his arms around you, to prevent burns, but out of curiosity he let the light reach you, until now he only saw you in the night, and wanted to know how you would be under the cover of the day. When the golden glow reached you, it was almost as if you were shining. Everything about you said loudly how alive you are, and that is charming. It made him feel slightly guilty for thinking, even for a second, about taking it away from you out of a selfish feeling of him.
Just having the opportunity of experiencing you this way should be enough to him. He shouldn't be greedy.
A tune sounded in the quiet room, making you stir and grumble, hiding in his chest, still asleep. It was Jimin's phone, ringing somewhere on the floor. Carefully he moved from you, avoiding the sunlight, and looked for it, one second later - literally - he was sitting on your desk chair, answering the call in a low tone so as to not disturb your sleep.
"Yes?" He answered, knowing it would be Tae scolding him for not being at home before dawn, but getting by surprise that it wasn't an angry Tae on the other side of the line, but a scared one.
"Jimin?! Are you coming home?" He cried.
Jimin stiffed, all alarms sounded loud in his mind.
"Tae, what's wrong?" He questioned louder.
"I'm outside, on our neighbour's porch. I can't go back inside... The sun will reach me, Jimin. I don't know what to do." He panicked. Jimin hasn't heard Taehyung speaking this fast in decades.
Without thinking more, he started to get dressed, phone still between his shoulder and ear.
"Keep on where's shadow no matter what, I'll be there soon. Don't cry ok?"
"Jimin?" Your groggy voice reached him, making him remember about your presence. You were rubbing your puffy morning eyes, but they wided when you noticed his distressed face. "What's wrong?"
How could he explain to you he needed to go and save Tae before the sun explodes him?
"My friend... Domestic accident." He stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't plan to go this early."
"Just go, your friend needs you." You smiled understandingly.
Already full dressed he came to peck your lips, a fast peck.
"I'll call you."
You smiled, planning on going back to sleep. He ran in full speed, lucky the other's buildings covered him as he reached for his car. Usually he was in favor of safe driving, but today is not a day for it, he stepped on the accelerator, making the tires sing loudly, and the world outside became some kind of a blur. If imagining that you, a mortal, someday will inevitably die hurted his chest last night, just the possibility of the rest of his existence without Taehyung was excruciating. Maybe when he got home the situation would turn out that wasn't that serious, and that was what he wanted, but maybe he would arrive to no one to save.
"Jiminie?" Tae voice sounded petrified on the line.
"Yeah? I'm here."
"Can we stay on the call till you get here?"
Taehyung was terrified. They both were. So no red light stopped Jimin this morning.
"Of course, my soulmate."
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if you still doin that character thingy... Kanda, pls? or Krorykins, whichever u wanna do more, cuz i cannot choose 😅
*breathes in* This is it. This is how I finally get to write about two characters in one go because I also can’t choose XD I hope you don’t mind this getting long and thank you for giving me them, you beautiful human being! 🥺
Kanda
My otp for them: With Alma, no doubt (only trust!). Alma’s last moments break my heart, in a good way - they are soulmates meant to be. Their story is very sad and yet extremely touching and beautiful. I have a thing for lovers who meet again in their next lives, as I’m a sucker for the “red string of fate” myth. I get emotional just thinking of their relationship, and I wish, I really wish, that if they have another chance, that they can meet again and finally be happy together without being torn apart by the tragedies of war.
My brotp for them: Weirdly enough, I’d say Allen! After Alma arc, Kanda seems to be a lot softer than before, and I’ve been loving the mutualism between him and Allen. They are very alike (as much as they hate to admit it), and that’s why they can understand each other well and know what the other needs without him needing to say anything. They’re both not good at talking about their feelings.
Any other ships: With Lenalee! I know most people see their relationship as a brotherly one, but man, they have such good chemistry together. They bicker often, but just imagine what a killer duo they would be 💦 I’m weak for powerful couples. They know each other ever since they’re little, so they have shared a lot of moments together and know each other well, too - the scene in which Lenalee goes to meditate with him because she was scared of Lvellie was adorable; she feels safe around him.
Their best friend: I want to say Marie! I think Kanda would rather people who don’t snoop around too much into his personal space, and Marie simply knows where these boundaries are at. He also knows how to deal very well with Kanda’s temper. He understands him but also knows of his flaws, yet he doesn’t question or confronts him, which I’m sure Kanda appreciates. He’s been recently showing that he cares a lot about Johnny as well, but deep down, Kanda does care about many of the people close to him.
My favorite nickname for them: It’s gotta be Bakanda, the pun is just great XD It doubles in greatness because, in my language/official release, this got translated as “BabaKanda”, which is also a pun! In Portuguese, “babaca” is the same as “idiot”. So I appreciate this silly pun a lot more thanks to that XD
My favorite AU headcanon of them: I think that, sadly, Kanda won’t make it alive to the end of the story. I headcanon that, in case he does die, it’s after repaying his debt with Allen in a roundabout way; he did help Allen, but at the same time, he went to rest in peace together with Alma. And Allen did fight for them to be happy together, so I just... kinda want this to be true. It would pain me to see Kanda go, but this would be his happy ending and he deserves this.
My favorite outfit they wear: A hard pick! Kanda is very handsome so basically, anything he puts on will look awesome. However, the one moment that made me go 💓 was when we saw him in civilian clothes (Chapter 208). Jesus Christ!? He was stunning. I really like his current Order uniform + outer coat combo too, looks so comfy and warm.
Defining color: When I think of Kanda, I think of a mix of colors. Namely, Cobalt (#1338BE), Carnation (#FFA6C9) and Indigo (#4B0082). I believe it’s because of the Lotus Pain ending using this palette for the effects of the lotus flowers shining in contrast with the dark background colors.
Would I date them: As handsome and amazing as he is, I wouldn’t. I know he’d hate my guts because I’m the type of person who wants to overthink and needlessly talk things over more than he should, and Kanda simply abhors the very idea of this 😂 He is a simpleminded guy, and I quite like that on him.
First impression: I knew Kanda wouldn’t be the bland “angry asshole character” trope during his and Allen’s first mission together, in Martel. What he told Allen left a mark and made me think there was a lot more depth to him: "I hate the way naive people like you do things... And even more so, I hate people who don't keep their promises!" This one line told me a lot about his personality.
Current impression: Pretty much my first impression, but with a lot more context! I really love Kanda and his past was a surprise to me. It made me appreciate him even more than I already did.
Hogwarts House: I’d say Slytherin. He would stop at nothing until he found “that person”, and this House is well known for the ambition of its people. He’s also sharp and while not smarts smart, he is perceptive and intelligent in his own way; very skilled as well.
Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Oshawott! Samurott looks as intimidating and stoic as Kanda, besides, it’s definitely based on a samurai, so they share this trait as well. Its first stages don’t look like much, but Samurott gets its own sword to fight with!
Krory
My otp for them: With Elliade! Now, this is one complex relationship. I admit I don’t like Elliade much but, at the same time, I understand her. For an Akuma, she really did love Krory; and he still loves her too. I just wish she hadn’t left him in the dark for so long. Her love was selfish and, while I understand how she felt, I feel bad for Krory since he thought he was a monster and that drove him to loneliness. I wish things could have been different, because their love was really pretty despite the downsides, their feelings for each other were very strong.
My brotp for them: I want to say Marie! The latest Discussion Room (Vol.27) mentioned how good Krory is at many things, one of them being music. I love to think that he and Marie could have enjoyable long talks about their shared interest, they do look like the type of guys to appreciate music on a higher, more emotional level.
Any other ships: I don’t have any, but I’ll make a mention to Miranda! While I don’t ship them personally, I totally see why people do. They’re both soft sweethearts who are always ready to do their best towards the people they care about - and they also share low self-esteem, sadly. The world has been very unfair with them 😢
Their best friend: Definitely Allen and Lavi! They were Krory’s first friends ever, and it’s clear how much he cares about them. My heart literally can’t take how they’re the first thoughts that cross Krory’s mind when he’s scared; it means that he feels accepted by them, they bring him comfort and make him feel safe and confident that everything will be alright. It’s just so sweet.
My favorite nickname for them: Krorykins! If there’s one thing the English translation did right (and I can’t say that for like 80% of it), was translating “Kuro-chan” as “Krorykins”. It sounds so silly it’s cute 😅
My favorite AU headcanon of them: Just like I wrote about Miranda on her post, I headcanon he’s one of the people to either drop out of the Order to side with Allen, or actively help him in other ways. I think it’s not a mere coincidence Hoshino-sensei had specifically him, one of the people who cherish Allen the most, accompany Chaozii to go after him. I’m observing with great interest, as they might meet again sometime soon. It broke my heart to see him wanting to see Allen but, at the same time, wishing he had escaped safely.
My favorite outfit they wear: There’s only one answer to this question, and it’s his casual clothes! He looks so elegant and fancy, so handsome yet so adorable! I mean, just look at him!
Defining color: When I think of Krory, I think of deep red, a crimson shade like Carmine (#960019). I’m very sure it’s because of his Innocence.
Would I date them: Maybe? I think I’d like befriending him more than dating him. He’s close to me in age though (unlike most of the characters I’ve written about so far XD) so I’d be down to it. Imagine dating a sweet guy who not only could cook you your favorite dishes but also has a more assertive, wilder side to him. Sounds like the complete package.
First impression: Who is this? He looks scary but my intuition tells me there’s more than it meets the eye. Oh, he’s crying. He’s worried...? That’s too sweet, I’m betting he’s not a villain.
Current impression: Well, he wasn’t a villain just like I had thought! Krory is an amazing but underrated character, he definitely deserves more love and appreciation. I love his personality, but what I love the most about him is how he had everything to be the “plain edgy, shady character” and then this notion was completely twisted around. I love it when things aren’t just about appearance.
Hogwarts House: I see him being in Hufflepuff! The best people I know (namely, my best friend and spouse) are from this House and while they’re sweet and caring people, there’s also a lot to them more than it meets the eye, just like with Krory! Hufflepuffs are dedicated, loyal, and capable.
Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Great question because when you think of him, you’d instantly think of a bat Pokémon, right? haha But I’d give him Sobble, I think! Poor shy crybaby that gets to go from water to wine upon evolving into its last stage, which is completely fabulous and badass! Drizzile even has the prominent bang falling on its face, while Inteleon has what could look like how Krory’s bang gets upward when his Innocence is activated 🤔
#dgm#d.gray man#kanda yu#yu kanda#arystar krory#take a shot every time I say the word 'sweet' on Krory's#beware of alcoholic coma#this one got long! They're already long on their own#but I never thought people would be interested in my opinions and I'm so flattered#I'm having a blast; on cloud nine#I just apologize for the text walls all the same though!#ask
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A Cup Of Sugar Part 4
(Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3
And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2)
Sophie awoke happy and almost carefree on another warm, sunny day in the city. Today, she got out of bed and carried out her yoga and exercises just in her new undies. She may have worn them for a day already, but they were the only cute pair she had. Everything else was frumpy and covered so much, she could always get a new pair later when Mark paid her. After her exercises, Sophie couldn’t help but once again admire herself in the mirror, although one thing did stand out to her more than the rest. Her long, black hair. It just didn’t match her new style at all, she’d need to pick up some blonde hair dye too, so she could be a nice, cute blonde. Or rather, her hair could be a nice, cute blonde, she thought. Then she giggled, her, a nice cute blonde? What a silly idea. Sophie also couldn’t help but admire her breasts more today. They were so perky, she just had to cup them, and her nipples felt far more sensitive today. Sophie ran her fingers over them in a circular motion, shivering as she did. She remembered that great technique Mark did yesterday, where he ran his thumb around her forehead. One of Sophie’s hands started to drift downwards, when she snapped out of it. What was wrong with her! Mark had been such a gentleman to her, and here she was letting all these lewd, naughty thoughts run through her brain. She went and took a shower to cool off, then laid out her outfit for the day.
She’d cut up an old white t-shirt, so it showed off part of her midriff, alongside it was her new skirt. She’d worn it yesterday though, Sophie frowned at it. It was nice, but it wasn’t quite fitting her new style. The colour was nice, but it felt so warm going all the way to her knees, did she really need that much coverage? So, Sophie got out her scissors, she took a whole layer of it off, the skirt now went to just below her thighs. She also looked down at her bra, it was a practically Victorian garment, so concealing and tight, why not just go without a bra today? She was just cleaning Mark’s and then doing some shopping afterwards, it wasn’t like she was doing anything too formal. Mark wouldn’t stare anyways, he was such a gentleman, he knew how to treat a girl properly. Sophie pulled together her outfit and put it all on, her pair of flip flops again too. She gave a twirl to the mirror, and could feel a low, constant pleasure from how her t-shirt caressed her nipples. Sophie went across to Mark’s place and knocked on the door.
He opened it, and to her surprise he was much more casually dressed than usual, a t-shirt and shorts! The heat must have been getting to him too. He also had a big smile on his face, which caused Sophie to smile back. If he was happy, she was happy, since he was so smart, he must have a good reason to be happy!
‘Hi Mark, what’s up?’ Sophie asked.
‘I’ve got great news! I found some fantastic blonde hair dye. An old friend of mine must have left it here, but I think it may be the exact colour you were looking for!’ he said.
Sophie was overjoyed! She could save money on hair dye, which meant more cute outfits! Still, she did have one question.
‘Don’t I need to ease my hair into it though through like, lighter and lighter dyes?’
Mark shook his head, he explained it was a specialist dye, quite expensive stuff that could do the job near instantly. He said he’d be happy to help and dye her hair for her, then she could get to the cleaning work. Sophie agreed, so happy he was able to help her out and provide for her like this. It would have taken her so long to get that nice, cute blonde hair she wanted, and now Mark was able to get her straight there. She’d do an extra good job at cleaning to make up for this, she just had to please him. Well, as in please him by doing a good job cleaning, she thought. As Sophie headed into the apartment now, she by instinct went to sit on the sofa, but Mark’s hand touched the small of the back.
‘I’m afraid the sofa may be too risky what with the dye, I’ve got an old chair over here in the kitchen area, I’ve set up a mirror by it so you can see how it looks,’ Mark explained.
Sophie looked up at him and nodded, a little embarrassed by how silly she’d been thinking she could sit on the sofa for this. She let Mark’s hand rest on the small of the back as he walked her over to the chair, where she took a seat in front of the mirror. Sophie kept her legs close together, so as to not flash Mark her undies. He placed a bib around her neck that covered her upper body, it felt so tight against her throat. She shivered a little as it locked into place, what a strange, yet enjoyable sensation. As if something belonged around her throat, but she wasn’t sure what. Mark put on a pair of gloves and readied the dye. As Sophie looked at herself in the mirror, with her long flowing black hair, she began to have some small doubts.
‘Mark, is this the right choice? I mean my hair’s such a part of who I am, it feels weird changing it like this,’ she said.
Mark smiled at her, he placed his hands on her shoulders in a soft, yet firm grip.
‘Please Sophie, you know your hair would look so good like this, and besides it’s what’s on the inside that makes up who we really are, right Sophie?’ Mark asked.
With his grip on her Sophie simply relaxed, smiling at herself in the mirror. It would look good like this, and it wasn’t like dyeing her hair would change who she was. She was still strong, still independent, it was so nice of Mark to remind her of that.
‘Yes, you’re right, sorry I’ll let you get on with it,’ she said.
Mark took his hands off of Sophie’s shoulders, she felt a tinge of disappointment, but then felt something far more wonderful as he started to rub the dye into her hair.
‘I’m going to be doing this all with my hands, so I may need to move your head around a little,’ Mark said as he rubbed and massaged the dye into her hair.
Sophie barely registered it, the feeling as it soaked into her hair was so wonderful, so powerful. It coated her hair and mind all at once, she saw her lips twitch into a smile, her eyelids flutter as it first hit.
‘That’s okay’ she droned out.
It wasn’t just the hair dye either having this effect on her. The way Mark rubbed it in was more like a head massage. Sophie could feel those small doubts being rubbed straight out of her head, straight out of her mind.
‘How does it feel Sophie?’ Mark asked.
‘Mmm so nice,’
Mark chuckled, so Sophie giggled.
‘Why not find something to focus on Sophie as we do this, maybe your eyes? Just stare into the mirror as you see yourself transform,’ he said.
Yes, her eyes. Her big brown eyes, she was caught in her own gaze. It was as if they pulsed and sparkled, she felt as if her whole world was getting caught up in her eyes. She didn’t notice at first that her legs drifted apart, giving Mark a full view of her undies. Once she clocked it, she snapped out of it for a moment, starting to stammer about how sorry she was.
‘Shh, it’s okay dear, you’re just relaxing and letting the dye do its work, no need to worry about it,’ Mark said.
Yes, there was no need to worry about it. Mark was right, as usual. She could just relax and let him do what ne needed. Sophie now let her legs drift open freely, her arms lay lazily by her sides. Her mouth started to drift open as her eyes glazed over. The dye was working so quickly, her hair was already turning such a nice, cute blonde. The head massage just felt so good, Mark’s hands were so perfect on her, even with the gloves on. He was telling her smart things again, but her brain was going all mushy. It was better for her to listen and accept. His words flowed through her, sometimes she’d speak them herself, although she was unsure what exactly she was saying. Why should she care? This felt too good, so good that a damp spot was forming between her legs. This time though, Sophie didn’t go out like a light, instead she went into her daydreams.
Sophie saw visions of herself in this mirror. In some she was kneeling, others bowing down. She was always naked, and always wore a pink collar with a chain heart at its centre. Words flowed out of her mouth in a constant chant, a mantra, but she couldn’t tell what they were, not yet. There was a man in these visions too, sometimes he held a leash attached to her collar, other times he caressed and played with her body from behind. She couldn’t make him out fully, but could tell he was an older man, a commanding man. He was in control, she was his to play with. Sophie then saw herself kneeling before the man, his shorts were unzipped and pulled down, she could feel the drool coming off her mouth. There it was, her object of desire, the thing that would fill her and make her whole. It started to come out as Sophie brought her head down and…A splash of water?
She felt water running over her hair, her head was tilted back, she blinked and looked up to see Mark washing her hair.
‘Alright the dye’s done, just getting the excess off, you okay there Sophie?’
‘Oh, yes, sorry just daydreaming a little,’ she said.
Mark smiled at her, which gave Sophie a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. As Mark finished washing her hair, she raised her head, then looked into the mirror. It was so cute! Sophie smiled and giggled, running her hands through her light, blonde hair. It suited her so much now, went perfectly with her new look. She could style it too, maybe some cute little pigtails. She was now a nice, cute blonde after all, she could lean into that.
‘It’s perfect, soo cute! Thank you so much Mark, my hero hehe!’ Sophie said.
She then covered her mouth, barely able to believe what just came out of it. Maybe the dye had some fumes that made her feel funny, but Mark just laughed at what she said.
‘No problem, now are you ready to do something for me?’ he asked.
Sophie nodded, eager and ready to do her work.
‘Oh, before you do, one moment, I have something you might find amusing,’ Mark said.
He headed off to his bedroom, while Sophie undid her bib, and stood up from the chair. She couldn’t help but notice how damp she was between the legs, which was rather humiliating to her. She couldn’t even have an older man dye her hair without getting so horny, she hoped Mark hadn’t noticed, Sophie wanted him to like her and approve of her, which he might not if he saw what a mess she was. Older men were such a weakness to her though, and she did have to admit Mark looked good today in his t-shirt and shorts. Then, he returned holding up on a coat hanger, a maid uniform.
Except, maid uniform wasn’t quite the right term. It was a hot pink like the sofa, a two-piece outfit with essentially a bralet and mini skirt, and a thin mesh material that connected the two pieces. She could also see it came with pink and white striped knee-high socks.
‘Wouldn’t it be funny if you matched the sofa? It might even look less out of place then!’ Mark chuckled.
Sophie giggled, but knew she couldn’t possibly wear such an outfit. It just looked so, well so slutty and naughty. What would Mark think as she went around his apartment in that, shaking and stretching her body as she cleaned up for him?
‘It’s a little cute but maybe not my style entirely, it’s funny though!’ she said.
Mark almost looked a little disappointed, was he serious about her wearing the outfit?
‘Well, I was just thinking how you’d be such a good girl if you wore the outfit, and I mean, you mentioned when I was dyeing your hair how you wanted to be a good girl, isn’t that right Sophie?’
Yes, Sophie wanted to be a good girl. It echoed in her mind, such a catchy phrase that she couldn’t stop hearing it.
‘Yes, I want to be a good girl,’ she said.
Maybe the outfit wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t too far off what she was currently wearing. It would be a good thing to do, and Mark was nice enough to buy it for her. Sophie walked over to Mark, eyes glazed over, and took the outfit in her hands. The material felt silky, soft, pleasant to the touch. If this top was rubbing against her nipples it would take a lot of effort to hide her pleasure.
‘That’s fantastic, please change in the bathroom, then you can get to work,’
She took the outfit and headed into the bathroom. There was a bag there she could put her regular clothes in, when Sophie began to feel just how uncomfortable her damp undies were. She could always take them off with the rest of her outfit, Mark would no doubt be too busy to even notice she wasn’t wearing them. She stripped down, putting on the maids’ outfit, allowing herself to get into the mentality. She was Mark’s maid, at least for a little while, so it made sense to act and think like that. She now noticed there was a big pink bow too, which Sophie wrapped around and wore atop her head. She pulled the socks up, then pulled up the two-piece outfit itself. It felt so good against her skin, like a gentle caress, it concealed so little of her. Her nipples and breasts were just about visible through the bralet, her shoulders were entirely exposed. The mesh did little to cover her midriff and lower chest region, even giving a peek of her underboob. The skirt meanwhile left little to the imagination. Sophie was still a bit nervous about the outfit, but she did want to be a good girl, and to do so she’d clean for Mark dressed like this.
Sophie came out of the bathroom, blushing at Mark’s awestruck expression.
‘Beautiful, you look more like a princess than a maid,’ he said.
Sophie couldn’t help but blush some more. Princess, what a cute name for her.
‘Thank you, I aim to please Mark,’ Sophie replied, a smile spreading over her face.
‘Oh, one more thing, a bit odd I know, but I’d like to have some level of professionalism. Is it alright if you call me Sir while you clean for me Sophie?’
It seemed a bit odd, but what was the harm, Sophie thought.
‘Okay sir, no problem!’ Sophie said.
Mark walked over, handed her a pink feather duster, and she got to work. The place was already looking pretty good, but Sophie worked hard. She aimed to please, part of who she was, of her independence, was showing just how dependable she could be. Maybe Mark would ask her back more, it certainly beat working in the warehouse. She’d still be her independent self after all, but Mark was just someone worth listening to, he was so capable, it would be silly not to let him guide her a little. Mark himself went about some of his daily business, only catching glances at Sophie now and then, seeing how every time she bent over, everything was on display. She was trying to hide the moans, but her rock hard nipples gave away just how good the material felt on her.
‘So, have you given any more thought to coming to my gathering Sophie?’ Mark asked.
He was sat upon his black leather chair as she scrubbed down the floor on her hands and knees, with a perfect view. Sophie absentmindedly hummed a tune and shook her hips to keep her mind off just how good her nipples felt.
‘Oh yes sir! I’d love to come!’ she said.
‘That’s fantastic sweetie, I’m sure the other guests will appreciate all your hard work, you’ve been such a good girl doing this for me,’
There was something so pleasant about Mark’s words that made it harder to hold how she felt in, a low soft moan escaped Sophie’s lips.
‘Everything alright there?’ Mark asked.
‘Oh, oh yes sir not to worry, and thank you so much, I hope you’re happy with the job I do,’ she said.
‘Of course dear, it’s perfect, I’ll come with you later to the store personally and buy whatever you desire,’
Sophie let out a pleasurable sigh, what a wonderful idea, he was so nice to her, and the pair began to talk about what she had in mind. Mark had such good ideas, about tube tops, thongs, booty shorts, all fun, cute outfits Sophie could show herself off in. Sir even mentioned getting a camera and doing a photoshoot of her modelling in her new clothing. Sophie giggled, what a fun, silly idea, her as a model. When she finished the cleaning job, Sophie found herself wandering over to the mirror again. It was such hard work that she just fell to her knees, worn out. Mark came up behind her, stroking her hair with one hand. She leaned into it, enjoying the feeling.
‘You’ve been such a good girl today Sophie and done such a good job. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come,’ he said.
Sophie looked at herself, legs spread, dripping from pleasure, hair dyed blonde and nipples so hard still. She’d definitely changed the last few days, but that was okay, she was becoming who she really was, and not just trying to rebel against her parents or authority. She’d been a good girl today. Soon she’d be rewarded, but right now she had to say her thanks to Mark.
‘Thank you so much Sir, I’m eager to please,’ she said.
She was too, maybe it was the maid mindset getting to her but pleasing felt so good. She could stay on her knees having her hair played with for hours if it pleased Sir.
‘Very good sweetie, now it’s time for you to put your regular clothes back on so we can go shopping,’ Mark said.
Sophie rose to her feet as Mark patted her on the head. It felt nice to be patted like that, it was such a basic show of approval but it meant a lot to her. Then, as she was walking to the bathroom, Mark’s hand drifted lower, giving her a nice pat on the butt. She just giggled, he’d probably meant to give her a pat on the back, it felt so naughty to have his hand down there. Sophie went to the bathroom, she changed back into her normal outfit, although didn’t go for the still damp undies. Sophie walked out, simply leaving the maid outfit and underwear in the room. Mark smiled at her, and put his arm around her, resting his hand on her lower back as he guided her away. Tomorrow it would be back to the grind of the warehouse, but for today, Sophie could enjoy a nice shopping trip with Sir…or Mark, she thought, then giggled. She was still in maid mode a little, but hey, it felt good to please.
#hypnosis#erotichypnosis#hypnotized#hypnokink#brainwashing#brainwashed#brainwash#mindcontrol#mind control#oc
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Welcome back, everyone!
We’re now on Chapter Eight and once again the story is told from Velvet’s perspective. So our starting question is: why is she getting the most attention so far? If memory serves, the PoV order has been Coco, Velvet, Sun, Fox, Yatsu, Velvet, Scarlet, Velvet again — meaning that in a text balancing eight main characters, so far four of them have received a single chapter, two (Sage and Neptune) zero chapters, and one three chapters. That seems rather imbalanced. I suppose it makes a certain amount of sense if we factor in RWBY viewers’ familiarity with Velvet, but I’d wager we’ve gotten far more screen time with Sun overall. My only point being, why Velvet? It’s not that you can’t make her a focal point of the narrative, I just haven’t seen anything to explain that choice in the first 100+ pages. Her perspective hasn’t brought anything unique to the story, something we couldn’t have gotten from the seven other characters involved in these events… but here we are, back with Velvet for the next six pages.
Yeah, this chapter is short. Silver lining?
We learn that Team NOVA is on their second mission — why bother showing us the first when they’re an entirely new, volatile team, right? That would be silly! — escorting a technician “through the Grimm-infested mountains just outside of Oscuro Combat School.” So Shade students regularly conduct real huntsmen work but throw a fit over having to spar with one another? Interesting. See, if I were a civilian who got even a glimpse of what goes on inside these schools, I would not trust these kids with my life.
Lo and behold, things go horribly! We learn right off the bat that “The
technician had been knocked unconscious in a skirmish with a band of Dromedons.” For those of you with an iffy memory like mine, these are the camel-like creatures that spit acid and… that’s about all we know about them. That’s really all we need for this scene though because this grimm nailed the tech in his leg, a wound which now requires “serious medical attention.” Great. Gus Caspian, who I learn is a younger friend from the previous novel, is trying to treat the wound as best he can, clearly a little freaked out about being here, “but apparently Oscuro teachers didn’t coddle students any more than Theodore did.”
Do you expect them to? Despite Atlas being the only one who combines their academies with their military, we can’t pretend like these schools aren’t teaching teenagers to wield deadly weapons and kill things with them. There’s no institution on Earth (or Remnant) that should “coddle” those looking to take on that responsibility. I mean yeah, we had moments where Ozpin encouraged them to be kids, like after the food fight and during the dance, but he still took a hard stance whenever there was an actual lesson in the works: “No. You will be falling.” Based on the age of the students, the academies are akin to colleges. In real world college if you don’t do your work or don’t pay attention in class, well… nothing that bad happens. This is by no means a call to not do you work, merely an acknowledgement from a formerly grade obsessed student that individual test scores really don’t have the impact on your life that it feels like they will at the time. Trust me on this. So yeah, some leeway is great in the real world… but when the students are fighting monsters and defending others from death? Then the schools should absolutely discourage any slacker-esque attitude. The concept of any institution “coddling” huntsmen is horrifying.
Note though that the chapter starts after all the action has taken place. We skip the rest of reinitiation. We skip NOVA’s first mission. We skip the attack that landed Velvet in this predicament. It’s not automatically a bad technique provided you’re skipping over boring parts to get to the interesting bits… but this isn’t interesting. We learn almost nothing new from this scene: Velvet misses her old team, her new teammates don’t believe in her, Nebula is mean. Those are the emotional beats here — things we’ve known for at least three chapters now. The only thing that’s introduced is the advertisement on Gus’ scroll, which could have been been added to any other scene.
Let’s revise a bit:
We get to see the battle against the Dromedons wherein Velvet uses her camera, revealing her weapon to Team NOVA and earning more of their respect. Information about Gus’ improvement is shown through his combat abilities as he’s unexpectedly chucked into this battle (perhaps with him using his semblance to further his growth there too). While taking a hit he loses his scroll, slightly damaging it. In the aftermath Velvet retrieves it for him and finds this ad displayed, growing curious. Over the course of Gus’ explanations the rest of Team NOVA is clued into Velvet’s worry and suspicion. What’s wrong? It’s just an ad. But you’re clearly hiding something… Now, does she tell her new team about the Crown, or keep it silent and risk the tenuous trust they’ve just created?
Why is Myers skipping over all the action and potential growth?
Instead we get the boring stuff. Velvet admires Gus’ uniform because of how it’s built for the heat and recalls that “Coco had been messing around with new outfit designs for Team CFVY.” I swear though, 95% of my enjoyment with this novel comes from the throwaway details. I would actually like seeing how Coco combines her personal love of fashion with the necessity of designing combat gear appropriate for the environment. Maybe they frame it as merely a hobby outside of their huntsmen work, giving them an excuse to keep helping their former teammates. That could be cool!
Though of course, this is the series where Cinder, Neo, Hazel, and Emerald all walk into the ice Kingdom with skin bared, so...
(You all are going to freeze to death, have fun.)
“Velvet’s ears swiveled around, listening for danger.” That’s anything detail I like. At the very least Before the Dawn remembers that Velvet is a faunus and frequently incorporates that into her character. She’s on the lookout because other than Gus tending the unconscious technician, she’s alone “on
the sidelines.” It’s framed simultaneously as the group rejecting her and as an unavoidable necessity: “it wasn’t like she didn’t have an important task of her own [repairing the relay], one that none of her teammates had the expertise to perform.”
Wait. Why does Velvet have this expertise?
The justification is that she’s “handy with electronics” and “Anesidora
was incredibly complicated, and she’d designed it herself,” but that’s like saying “I built a computer so I’ll come fix your refrigerator. That’s easier.” I don’t know, maybe someone with the ability to build a computer from the ground up could figure out a refrigerator on the fly, but they feel like different skill-sets to me. All electronics are not built the same and claiming that because you understand one you automatically understand all others — even supposedly simpler pieces of tech — seems a little suspect. If that were the case, we’d have no need for experts who fix your phone, your television, your toaster, and your watch. Surely if you understand one you understand the others, right? It’s the same assumption here: If Velvet can understand building a hard light weapon, then she must understand relay communications too!
…right.
She even goes so far as to say that they “probably should have left the technician at Oscuro—she could have done this on her own” yet just a few minutes later it’s, “Velvet double-checked everything. She didn’t know what was wrong. She glanced back at the technician, Gus still at his side. The guy was out cold. He’d taken a pretty hard knock to the head. Well, she had tried.” So she’s confident enough to think that the technician is unnecessary one moment and then looking to him for help the next? Which of course isn’t followed by any sort of revelation. Velvet doesn’t acknowledge that her knowledge isn’t as specialized as she had assumed it was, or that huntsmen rely on non-combat experts for other things. She just shrugs and…
…kicks it.
Yeah. Velvet’s skill amounts to kicking the box until it works. Which, of course, it does.
I can’t with this novel.
More seriously though, that’s terrible characterization. Not only does it undermine Velvet’s actual skill to reduce it to being “handy with electronics” — isn’t every huntsmen “handy with electronics” then, considering they all build their gun/energy/dust weaponry in school? — but it adds another layer of supposed uselessness to the adult professionals around her. Theodore doesn’t teach them anything because, as their headmaster, he’s removed from everyday interactions. Rumpole can’t be trusted now and every lesson she tries to impart is rejected. The unnamed technician who is referred to only by his professional title is deemed unnecessary, knocked out, and then indeed proves useless when Velvet magically does his job for him. So why are any of them in school? Why aren’t they just running the world with their superior knowledge and skill-sets? Every time the RWBY franchise puts its characters in a position where they might actually learn something through failure, it pulls back at the last second. ‘Never mind, they actually knew this all along!’ Or, ‘Never mind, the things they’ve been taught are stupid, so best to forget them!’ I struggle to understand what kind of story I’m reading — or watching — when the characters are already framed as perfect. Or rather, flaws absolutely exist (as these recaps attest), but the story pretends they’re not there.
I hesitate to use the term “Mary Sue” here due to its origins and history. Meaning, the Mary Sue was conceived of as a parody, a deliberate exaggeration to comment on the types of characters written in the Star Trek fandom. Then people began using “Mary Sue” as a catch-all term for any female character that people deemed too talented (regardless of how talented their male counterparts might be), we started acknowledging the sexist undertones of that, then started reclaiming the term as something to celebrate and embrace… but we haven’t quite gotten there yet. “Mary Sue” is still a pretty loaded name to force on a character and it carries a lot of implications that I absolutely do not want to attach to Velvet. Yet it’s also the closest term I know to describe the act of an author giving a character what feels like a badly justified skillset. Such as “handy with technology” actually meaning “can fix anything powered by electricity or Dust as the plot needs.”
Velvet is the action movie hacker going, “I’m in” is what I’m getting at. It’s not a compliment lol.
During all this grimm watching and relay fixing, Gus wants to know why they don’t just high-tail it out of there. Especially since the person they brought to do a specific job can no longer do that job. Mission’s a bust. Velvet gives what sounds like a decent explanation: “Retreating from Grimm isn’t an option when you’re fighting this close to a settlement. If we leave without destroying them, the Grimm will just look for another target.” AKA the settlement itself.
Thing is, by this logic any grimm that are currently close enough to attack them are already close enough to the settlement to latch onto those people as the next target. They’d pick up on the civilians whether Velvet’s group was there to kill them or not. The group is there though, so they feel responsible, but why not just head to the settlement anyway? If the grimm follow you, fine. You can still fight them AND you now get the additional benefit of any other huntsmen/students who might be there. If they don’t follow you, great. If they were close enough to the settlement all along… again, this was always going to happen.
Which, to be clear, isn’t the worst stance to take. I understand them wanting to avoid any potential risk by leaving/leading the grimm towards anyone else. I only want to point out the additional stupidity of fighting them when you’ve already got an unconscious civilian in your care, a barely trained student, and the whole reason you came out here might now be for naught. Yeah, Velvet gets the relay working with her magic kick and yeah, the rest of the team handles the grimm just fine, but none of them are able to see into the future and know that both these events will occur. Gus’ ‘Why are we staying here? It’s dangerous and pointless’ question has merit.
But of course, no one in RWBY would ever consider retreat. It’s a very iffy characteristic at this point.
We learn — or at least I learn now — that Gus’ semblance is the ability to enhance others’ emotions, so basically the opposite of Ren’s. That would indeed be incredibly handy provided he has good control over it. We get another reference to Yatsuhashi’s “meditation exercises” that helped Gus’ grandfather in the last novel. Velvet theorizes that his improved memory has more to do with Yatsuhashi’s semblance than any generic meditation: “No one knew for sure what Yatsuhashi had done with his Semblance when he’d tried to heal Edward’s mind … even Yatsuhashi wasn’t sure. His ability was to erase memories, but it was possible that there was more to Yatsu’s Semblance than that.” Um… subtle yikes? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad things have turned out well for the guy, but if I were the grandfather—or a family member of his—I wouldn’t really want a student messing around with my mind when he “wasn’t sure” what he was doing. Especially when the base skill is to erase memories, not recover or strengthen them. Honestly, I love taking a good look at fantasy series because half the time you realize how horrifying things actually are, once you strip away the common place aspects of these skills. An equivalent third year college student is running around experimenting with peoples’ memories to see if he can achieve something other than erasing them. Great!
The good thing is that Yatsuhashi is just as suspicious of this power as I am. Velvet things that he “hated messing with people’s minds.” Understandable, bud. I’d hate the ability too.
While they’ve got this time alone, Gus mentions that he had planned to contact Velvet soon anyway. Two of his classmates have gone missing and though his school has told Shade about it—there’s at least some of that additional info that Rumpole mentioned—he wanted to let her know too because remember, no one in this franchise trusts the professionals to fix problems. It’s a mindset I’d better understand if the professionals were actually inept. Or the protagonists weren’t training to be those professionals. It’s still exceedingly weird to me that there’s so little respect and trust for huntsmen while they desperately try to become huntsmen…
Something something broken systems, but RWBY isn’t interested in exploring that.
So yeah, Gus ropes Velvet in with the hope that she can help. He says that they were last seen attending a new club called Mirage that hosts one-on-one fights for a championship title. So… it’s not really a club, right? Sure, sure, we’ve all seen Fight Club, but generally that’s used to describe dancing, not fighting. It’s a rather misleading term for what they were actually looking for. No one else finds this odd though. Nor that the information was sent out to select, powerful individuals. Nothing shady about this, folks! Velvet obviously recognizes all these details—a club, powerful semblances, a crown in the advertisement—and asks Gus to pass it along to her.
Our plot forwarded ever so slightly, their conversation ends as Arslan calls Velvet on the now fixed connection. One of the first thing she says is that Octavia used the other students as bait for the grimm.
At least Velvet shares my reaction: “What?!”
Octavia then takes an already bad situation and makes it that much worse. Listening in, she defiantly says, “That’s right. And it worked. It’s called strategy.” She confirms that the students are “mostly” okay and taunts Velvet about inviting them to her “Baby Brigade and you can all cry about it!” I hope I don’t need to take up precious document space by explaining how awful this is. Overlooking the fact that these would-be huntsmen are willing to put their younger peers’ lives in danger like that—and then mock them for needing mental health resources after the fact—why is Octavia the one pulling the murderous Mean Girl act? Yeah, she was an asshole during reinitiation, but wasn’t the whole point of that to demonstrate that she and Velvet got a little closer? Even if she won’t admit it? She saved Velvet from flying down that hole, but now she risks the lives of students at least three years her junior? If anyone should be this violent and antagonistic towards Velvet, it’s Nebula. The most she’s done for Velvet is offer a hand up, otherwise we just watched her express glee in getting to fight her and mock her for not abandoning Beacon… the same sort of behavior we’re seeing from Octavia now. Does Myers think that these two characters are interchangeable? That he can just pick one willy-nilly per chapter and let her play at being Velvet’s Mean Girl?
As a lovely anon reminded me recently, these are also the girls that were created and backed by fans. If I had put money and creative energy into these OCs, I’d be pretty frustrated with how the RT team has been treating them.
Arslan at least is complimentary towards Velvet for fixing the relay—“Truly, great work today”— and Velvet herself is appropriately shocked at Octavia’s behavior. That’s more emotional consistency than I’ve come to expect of this book, so I’ll take whatever little bits I can get.
Arslan signs off with plans to meet back up soon and Velvet thinks about how “everyone was safe after the mission, which was no small thing.” I’d agree… except for Velvet’s early thoughts about how easy this mission supposedly was and Octavia’s decision to put her teammates in danger. It sounds like if anything did go sideways, it’s in part because you chose to enter this overconfidently and then actively made it more dangerous.
Finally, the chapter ends with Velvet believing that she might be able to make her new team work with time. Our final line, in its own paragraph is: “If they had time.”
Am I the only one who finds this weird? The line reads like an omniscient bit of foreboding. Velvet thinks about how she just needs time and we, the reader, hear that this won’t be possible. Except this chapter is told from Velvet’s perspective. So why does she think they might not have time? Because of the Crown? I assume there will be an attack towards the end of the novel—can’t have a RWBY story without the final, epic battle—but right now Velvet has no reason to believe that an attack is imminent, or that the teams will change back, or anything else that would interfere with her hopes of strengthening this relationship… so why the rather confident sounding pessimism? I don’t know. I don’t pretend to know anymore lol.
At least this chapter was short? As said, silver linings. We’re still treading water though: Velvet’s bond with her new team seems to have regressed after two missions, rather than improved, and Gus didn’t reveal anything we didn’t already know, just further confirmed it. I assume that next chapter Velvet and the others will visit Mirage. Let’s hope something actually happens then.
See you! 💜
[Ko-Fi]
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The Royal Tutor
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Phillip was baffled by his own reactions to the king and queen flirting with him. He wanted to be scandalized, or afraid; instead he was flattered, and even found himself replying to them in equally flirtatious ways. His students, the princesses, found this hilarious but disgusting.
King Pelwyn was quite particular in his attentions, and often had a thoughtful look on his face when he looked at Phillip. But when he saw Phillip looking back, he would smile and say something so silly it would surprise a laugh out of the tutor. He was a better student than his daughters, too. He was actually interested in Phillip’s teaching subjects.
That didn’t mean Queen Kellyn wasn’t kind to Phillip too. She wasn’t as… friendly, as her husband, but she teased Phillip gently and was clear that she found him interesting.
Phillip was thinking of this as he got ready to study new materials in his room. There was a ball tonight, so he’d decided to eat with the servants instead of getting caught up in the party, which he was sure he’d hate. He settled down to read and make notes, pushing all thoughts aside to focus on his work.
But he’d always had an active imagination. Thinking about the ball meant thinking about what he loathed about such gatherings, which meant thinking about how much he hated dancing, which meant thinking about how he wouldn’t mind dancing with Pelwyn… no, that wasn’t right. The king was the king and Phillip was just a teacher.
Although, maybe Pelwyn wouldn’t mind either. Hmm. Phillip should keep this thought to himself, but he could daydream.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back and began humming. He could almost see it; Pelwyn in his favorite yellow silk suit, smiling impishly like the asshole he was, and Phillip in that nice maroon outfit Queen Kellyn had ordered for him. Dancing in the middle of the hall, screened on all sides by other dancers; pleasantly giddy from contact and nearness; sitting with the rulers and being accepted as a third in their happy marriage. He liked them both, after all.
Wait.
He thought he would go cold at the realization that he was romantically attracted to both monarchs. Instead he felt pleasantly warm. Well, why not? They were kind, and paid attention to him, and were interested in what he had to say; and he was fascinated by them. So really, as long as he kept these thoughts to himself, it was fine. Wasn’t it?
He sighed, raised his head, opened his eyes, and got on with reading.
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“Master Phillip!”
Phillip grinned as he entered the room and accepted a hug from the youngest princess. The other two, the twins, greeted him with smiles and cheer, but were not so exuberant as their sister. They weren’t bad students; in fact, they really did enjoy lessons. But it was more about being around Phillip, who treated them like intelligent people with their own minds, that made them happy.
They started right out with languages, which they were getting very good at. Phillip was pleased with their progress, and told them so, receiving proud smiles from all three.
By the time morning councils were ended, the four of them had moved into geometry. The twins, Sallana and Serenity, were especially good at it; the youngest, Matana, scowled and bit her pen, but always got it right in the end.
Before the lesson ended for lunch, Pelwyn knocked on the door and entered when Phillip called, “Come it.”
Pelwyn was wearing red today, which brought out the fiery red tints in his mahogany-colored eyes and ginger hair. He grinned as his daughters leapt up to run over and hug him tightly, and hugged them all back, kissing them all on their heads and asking them heartily, ���Well, my dears, how far are you today?”
“Very far!” Matana enthused, grinning up at him. “We’re learning how to calculate the volume of a sphere with just the radius!”
“Excellent! May I join you?”
“Yes!” the three princesses chorused, and dragged their father to a seat between Sallana and Serenity. He laughed and settled with them comfortably, and smiled as Phillip set Pelwyn’s own notebook in front of him. Phillip blushed and moved back to the front of the room.
Geometry went well; all four royals asked questions and listened to Phillip. He was still a little flushed, but then he forgot that Pelwyn was the king and Phillip loved him, and began gesturing as he spoke. Pelwyn seemed disappointed when that subject was finished, but when Phillip got excited about the history he was teaching, not only did the princesses drink it up, the king smiled slightly and watched Phillip with a soft look in his eyes.
When the noon bell rang, the princesses leapt to their feet, kissed their father’s cheek, and hurried out to lunch. Pelwyn rose more slowly, and watched thoughtfully as Phillip put away his teaching supplies, humming.
“We missed you at dinner last night,” Pelwyn commented.
Phillip tensed in embarrassment and slid the drawer in his desk closed. “I did not expect to be missed, sire,” he said softly.
“Don’t ‘sire’ me, Phil. I told you, just call me Pelwyn.” The king leaned back on his desk, crossing his ankles. “Why did you think you wouldn’t be missed? Kellyn and I especially wanted you to be there.”
Phillip blushed harder than before. “Balls make me… uncomfortable,” he said. “There’s too many people.”
“Hmm.” Pelwyn stroked his short beard thoughtfully, then asked, “Do you know how to dance?”
“Yes, but… I don’t like dancing in front of crowds,” Phillip admitted, feeling even more embarrassed. Pelwyn was one of those people who loved dancing. Would he scoff?
Pelwyn pursed his lips, then grinned, and asked, “How about dancing in an empty room?”
Phillip blinked at him, baffled. Then he said, “I… suppose that would be easier.”
“Excellent! Will you dance with me?”
He expected to be alarmed. He expected himself to cringe away from such an unseemly activity. But the thought made his heart speed up, and he smiled shyly. “Yes. I would be honored.”
So Pelwyn pushed back the desks, and they stood in the middle of the cleared space. Phillip wasn’t sure how he felt about the king’s hand on his waist and the other holding Phillip’s gently but firmly. Pelwyn had quite muscular arms.
“Let’s do a waltz, first,” Pelwyn said, and took the first step.
It was actually quite nice. Pelwyn hummed a popular waltzing tune, and they stepped easily together, matching paces and turns. Phillip relaxed as they danced, and began to smile a little, as they went around and around the space they had cleared. He didn’t know how long they danced, but he knew it was the most enjoyable time he’d had since arriving at the castle. He barely noticed how his head sank to brace his forehead on Pelwyn’s, eyes closed and smiling still.
Pelwyn laughed softly, a little breathlessly. “Shall we be late to lunch, then?” he murmured.
“Mm,” Phillip hummed, too focused on the movements and touches. “Not hungry.”
“I insist.”
“Well, if you insist.”
Pelwyn laughed again. It was a lovely sound.
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Kellyn asked Phillip to join her in her solar after lunch. Phillip agreed, puzzled. When he got there, Kellyn was alone, hemming a sheet, because she hated embroidery but loved sewing. Phillip bowed to her and asked, “You sent for me, your majesty?”
“Yes.” Kellyn set her sewing down in her lap and eyed the tutor with a raised an eyebrow and a dry expression. “I want to know why you are so damnably shy.”
“Your majesty?” Phillip squeaked, feeling his face heat.
“You are being silly,” she said sternly, “As is my husband. It is obvious you have something between you. I am perfectly alright with him having other lovers, in fact, I quite like you myself, and I would be happy for you to join us. But all this slinking around the matter is ridiculous. Do you love him or not?”
Phillip looked at his feet, and shuffled them a little, and then said softly, “I… yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good. Go tell him that, before he spends the night pining. He’s in his study.”
“Y-yes, your majesty.”
“Just call me Kellyn, Phillip.” She sighed, and said more gently, “I am not angry with you. I just want you to be happy here.”
Phillip looked up at her, surprised. Kellyn smiled, genuinely. “You’re a good man, Phillip,” she said. “And we would like you to stay with us. Now. Please go tell Pelwyn how you feel.”
“Yes, y—Kellyn.”
She grinned, he smiled back, a bit uncertainly, but suddenly feeling hopefully, and then he took his leave and headed directly to Pelwyn’s study.
The door was closed, and the four guards stationed outside looked at him suspiciously, but allowed him to knock.
“Come in!” Pelwyn called, rather grumpily. Phillip took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind himself.
Pelwyn looked up from his desk with a mulish expression, saw it was Phillip, and swallowed hard before managing a smile and saying, “Phil! Good to see you again so soon!”
“Thank you, Pelwyn,” Phillip said. He was feeling nervous now. He remembered Pelwyn’s kindness, and dancing with him, and those soft looks, and laughing together; and he relaxed, losing his fear. Phillip took a deep breath, and blurted, “Kellyn told me to come here and, and tell you that I—love you.”
Pelwyn stared at him blankly, clearly astonished. Then his brow wrinkled, and he asked neutrally, “Do you, though? Or did she just tell you to?”
“Of course I do!” Phillip snapped. “I’ve loved you for almost a year now! And it is quite unfair of you to suspect your wife to put me up to something that might hurt you! Do you love me too or not?”
Pelwyn was silent for a moment. Then he stood, walked over to Phillip, took his face in his hands, and pulled him down for a kiss.
It was a sweet kiss. Phillip’s eyes slid closed, and he sighed softly, and just enjoyed the warmth and care in this moment. His own hands gripped Pelwyn’s biceps. He wanted to hug Pelwyn, wrap him up in his arms, kiss him until they were both breathless… but then Pelwyn broke away, and Phillip gave a tiny moan of protest as he opened his eyes.
“Why did you stop?” he asked, dazed.
Pelwyn grinned. “So I can ask you to join me and Kellyn as our third,” he said. “Will you?”
“Yes.” Phillip kissed him again.
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A few months later, Phillip moved into the royal suite, and while the rest of the palace was baffled, the king, queen, and tutor were quite happy. The princesses took to calling Phillip their second Papa, and he smiled and didn’t mind.
The first night he spent in the royal bed, cuddled on both sides by Pelwyn and Kellyn, he felt so very at peace that he almost cried. Two people loved him; and he loved them back. What an amazing feeling.
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