Five Times Ignis Scientia was Oblivious to his own Appeal (Ignis/Reader, SFW)
(And the moment he finally got the hint).
You, dear reader, are a receptionist at a government building doing business with the crown. Perhaps most infuriating of all is the stupidly charming royal adviser that keeps coming around. He’s stolen your heart and, worst of all, he has no clue.
It’s finally done! After days of pecking away at this during work breaks, it is done.
“jagi, take my hand before i lose you in this crowd” “…jooheon….it’s a group of toddlers…” “sTILL”
“wOW!! it is cold tonight” “actually it’s hot as ba–” *snatches ur hand* “can’t let my bby get frostbite. you could dIE”
you sigh and roll your eyes whenever he does this but he always catches you smiling to yourself when u aren’t looking and u both go !!!!! inside
he almost went bankrupt trying to win you a gudetama plush at the arcade one time because he saw the way ur eyes lit up when you saw it
“jooheon, let’s goOoOoOO already!!” “just one more time! i KNOW i can win it if i can just get the crane to–WHAT THE FU–” “SIR there are CHILDREN here” “oh shit sorry”
it took a lot of convincing from you and the employee trying to kick you guys out half and hour past closing time but he eventually gave up once the poor employee broke down and started to cry
he was really upset and pouty on the train ride home. you tried to cheer him up by forcing him to uncross his arms so you could place his arm over ur shoulder while u snuggled next to him, occasionally giving him light pecks across his cheek. it worked. fast. but of course jooheon kept up his sad puppy act because he didn’t want you to stop.
back hugs. so many back hugs. all the back hugs!!!!! u always wake up with his arms around you. he usually wakes up an hour before u but he doesn’t dare get up until you do. why? because “i don’t want to wake up my sleeping beauty~~” you’d be lying if you said u didn’t like waking up in his warm embrace, so you suppress the urge to take the pillow from under ur head to smack him square in the face with
he came home late and extremely exhausted from practice one night and knocked out immediately once he got to bed. he woke up the next morning in a panic because you weren’t there. or so he thought. he was confused when he looked down to see ur arm wrapped around his waist.
you were nearing the end of ur semester and u were really stressed. you aren’t the nicest during these times and sometimes you unintentionally take it out on jooheon but he never takes it personally. he is very understanding.
he pops into ur room frequently and massages ur shoulders, reminding you to take breaks while studying so you don’t get burnt out. he would come in with snacks because you often forget to eat when you’re pressed for time.
u just had ONE MORE exam left the next day and you planned on locking urself up in ur room and pulling an all nighter even though you were the top student in ur class and knew the material like the back of your hand. you lacked confidence sometimes and tried to compensate for it by overworking yourself.
jooheon was NOT having it. you needed an intervention and as soon as you stepped foot into the house, you were being dragged right out by ur boyfriend and forced into his car.
“joOHEON. THIS IS IMPORTANT. I NEED TO STUDY.” “ it’s not as important as ur mental health!!!!!! you need a break!!!”
he looks dressed up and you ask where he’s taking you
“it’s a ramyeon place wonho hyung won’t shut up about. apparently it’s ‘to die for’. you haven’t been eating much and you’ve been too hard on urself lately, jagi~ i brought u a change of clothes in the back seat. i think the place is supposed to be fancy” you give in easily because u know how stubborn he is when it comes to ur wellbeing
when you guys arrive outside a building, his face falls, mouth hanging open in disbelief. he quadruple-checks the address before turning back to you, flustered. “j-jagi, i thoug–” you double over in laughter, falling to the floor, tears streaming down ur face, “a CONVENIENCE STORE?????” “i didn’t know~~~!!!! i’m so sorry~ㅠㅠㅠㅠ” “nO, it’s perfect. i love it. let’s go.”
so you guys eat instant ramyeon in ur fancy clothes at a convenience store even though you get weird stares from strangers but tbh it was actually pretty good and you hadn’t look this happy in a while so jooheon decided to spare wonho’s life this time
you come sprinting home after ur exam and attack jooheon in a bear hug because yES!!! YOU SLAYED THAT FINAL!!!!!
jooheon is like !!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID I TELL U SILLY!!!!!!! nd wants to celebrate so you and the guys go out for drinks that night
apparently jooheon was way more excited and proud of u than u were and got a little carried away. ok he was SMASHED. he excused himself from the table over an hour ago but everyone was too buzzed to notice until the bartender came over, supporting a stumbling jooheon. “does this man that’s been harassing our patrons about how much he loves his girfriend belong to you?” “’ssscuse me sIR.. i knOW it’s vvvrrry tempting… BUT!!! hands off please…only my SMART.BEAUTIFUL.GIRLFRIEND. whom i lOVE and adORE can tuoch thisssssss” -3- -3- -3-
the guys collectively groan at this and shownu is liek “ooOKAY KIDS i think it’s time to go home”
they send you two off in a taxi but jooheon just does not stop. he goes on and on about you to the poor driver who’s trying to get you guys home asap. u’ve been trying to get him to shut up since you left the bar cuz it’s honestly really embarrassing. u don’t take compliments or praises very well, especially around strangers and ur probably beet red by now so jooheon leaves u no choice….
“driver….my dude…have u ever seen anyone as cute as my little princess? i highly dou–*crotch grab* OH” O_O;;
“jooheonnie~ please stop talking. the driver’ll dump our asses on the side of the road if u make too much… noise” ^^;;
what it sounds like doll.” He smirks and inches his face closer to yours. He
presses his lips against yours, softly at first but gradually gets rougher.
eyes widen as he kisses you but you soon give in to him and close your eyes, you
part your lips slightly and gaps as his tongue darts into your mouth. Your tongues
rub against each other and you moan softly.
hands slide down your waist to your butt and squeezes. He lifts you up by your
ass and you wrap your legs around him. He
starts to walk toward the bed, his lips never leaving yours.
there’s a knock at the door, Joker slides one hand up and pulls your hair a
bit, tugging your head back. He looks pissed as he turns his head and yells, “What!?”
at the door.
man opens the door, his face void of emotion. “Sir, you have a business meeting
soon.” He says.
gives him a look of pure anger. “Alright Frost, that’ll do.” He growls and
Frost leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
turns his attention back to you and tosses you on the bed. “Okay kitten, Daddy’s
got some things to take care of so you have to stay here. Be a good girl while
I’m gone or I’ll have to punish you okay.” He glares at you and grabs your jaw
when you don’t respond.
me doll.” He growls.
sir.” You squeak out and he grins.
puts on his shoes and grabs a purple leather trench coat then walks out the
door. You wait a few minute then check to see if he locked the door. He didn’t.
is my chance! He must have forgotten to lock it when he rushed out. Wait… What
if he’s testing me? Or maybe he really did forget.. but if he did forget there’s
probably goons everywhere! How will I get past them?’ you ponder.
open the door slightly and poke your head out. ‘Damn. There’s a guard down the
hall, Think (Y/N)! I got it!’
Excuse me mister?” you stutter. ‘Man I hope this works.’ You bite your lip.
the guard comes over to you. “You’re not supposed to be out here.” He says,
know sir, but um do you know where any feminine hygiene products are..?” you
blush and look down, feigning embarrassment.
gross,” he mutters to himself. “No, I don’t, now go away.” He grumbles.
you ask someone? Please, I don’t think Joker- um Mr. J would be happy if I got
blood on his stuff..” you say still looking down.
how’s that my problem?” he scoffs.
he’ll be mad, and I’ll tell him I asked you and you didn’t help me.” You grin
slightly, still looking down so he can’t see your face.
rolls his eyes and scowls at you then walks down the hall and up the stairs.
I can’t believe that actually worked,’ you smile to yourself. You run down the
hall and down the stairs, peeking around the corner before continuing on. You
see two guards talking to each other with their backs facing you. You sneak
past them and open the back door quietly but you don’t go out it.
you go hide in the coat closet for a minute.
Boss is going to kill me. She’s escaped! Find her!” you hear yelling from the
other side of the door. “This way! She ran out the back!” you hold your breath
as you hear men running out the door. Once you can’t hear anymore footsteps you
open the closet door and run out the front door. You keep running until you
find a main road. Your bare feet hurt so badly but you can’t stop. ‘You’ve made
it so far (Y/N), don’t quit now.’ You tell yourself.
keep running until you get to a familiar part of town. You walk into a coffee
shop that you go to regularly and get a few dirty looks as you do so. You know you’re a mess
but you don’t care, you go up to the counter.
miss can I use the phone? It’s an emergency!” you tell the woman at the register.
course dear. Are you alright?” the woman asks concerned.
be okay. Thank you.” You say as she hands you the phone.
dial your dad’s number and wait.
he answers. He sounds tired.
so overwhelmed with emotions that you start sobbing when you hear his voice.
you choke out.
Where are you!? Are you okay?!” he yells into the phone, he sounds relieved. “I’m
coming to get you! Stay put.”
you don’t bother telling him where you are before he hangs up, you know he
already tracked the call.
even ten minutes go by when you see your dads car parked outside, you run out of
the coffee shop and into your father’s arms. He hugs you tightly and tells you
everything is okay as you cry into his chest.
get into the car and start dosing off, your body is exhausted. Bruce picks you
up out of the car when you two get home and carries you inside. You open your
eyes when you hear your dad talking to someone.
sets you down on your feet and you look around.
thank heavens you’re alright Lady (Y/N)!” Alfred says. “You nearly gave us a
heart attack when you went missing.” He sighs.
run up to him and hug him. He pats your head.
I’m so glad you’re home.” Your father says, “Go upstairs baby, I’m sure you’re
tired. We can talk about what happened when you’re feeling better.”
go upstairs and strip out of the clothes Joker gave you. You walk into the
bathroom and turn on the shower. You take off your bra and panties and get in,
letting the hot water cascade over you. It’s been almost forty-five minutes
when you finally emerge from the shower. You dry off and put on your favorite
fluffy pajamas before flopping down on your bed. You close your eyes and soon
drift off into sleep.
okay but one direction are all such great singers??? some of their songs are so so good but they're still not taken seriously, and that makes me so mad. drag me down released in the dead of night for here and blasted up to the top of the charts in a DAY, but because it's mostly girls who listen to them, they apparently don't make good music.
I MNOW I FUCKKGN KNOW!!!!!!! ANYTHING THAT HAS A PREDOMINANTLY FEMALE FOLLOWING - ESPECIALLY YOUNG FEMALES - IS SHAT ON AND DISCREDITED ! WEVE BEEN SAYING FOR MORE THAN HALF A DECADE NOW THAT ONE DIRECTION IS A GIOD FUCKIN BAND THEY CAN ALL SING EVERY SINGLE MEMBER AND THEYVE ALL GOT UNIQUE VOICES BUT NOOO THEYRE A BOYBAND THEY MAKE SHITTY TEENY BOPPERS LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR HAVE U FUCKINV LSITENED TO WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO? HAVE YOU LISTENED TO THE SOUL WRENCHING ‘IF I COULD FLY?’ HAVE YOU LSITENED TO THE ABSOLUTE BOP THAT IS ‘WHAT A FEELING’ NO THEY HAVENT BUT NOW !!!!!
NOW THE BAND IS ON A HIATUS AND HARRY STYLES HAS AN ALBUM,, WHICH OLD MEN ARE TAKING SERIOUSLY AND SUDDENLY HARRY STYLES IS AN AMAIZNG MUSICIAN! A YOUNG MICK JAGGER! LIKE BICH WE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS BUT NONE OF YALL LSITENED TO US ! THEYRE ALL SURPISED BY THE SUCCESS ZAYN AND LIAM AND NIALL AND LOUIS HAVE HAD AND HOW AMAZING THEIR STUFF IS LIKE,,,, THEYVE ALWAYS BEEN TALENTED YALL JUST HAD UR HEADS STUCK UP UR ASSES THIS WHOLE TIME !
anyone who starts their praise of solo 1d material with “ive never liked/listened to 1d but -” owes me $10
Can you write one about two best friends, INFP and INFJ?
That I can. Hey, mbti-textposts how about a critique, huh? I imagine you’d be able to determine accuracy here, yeah?
INFJ and INFP are looking at clothes in their favorite store. INFJ is the only one visible in the store, as it is a slow day. INFP is in the changing room with an outfit that she did not let INFJ see beforehand.
INFJ: Are you almost done in there? I wanna see!
INFP: Yeah, just a second!
INFP opens the curtains revealing a silly outfit. She is wearing teal pants pulled up as high as possible and an awful yellow shirt tucked into it.
INFJ: INFP, you had me expecting some amazing outfit or something! Where did you even find these!
INFP: Haha, I just picked them up all over the place. I had to do it over some time though, so you wouldn’t get suspicious of me running around from corner to corner.
INFJ: You really thought that through.
INFP: Yes. But alas, I don’t think I’ll be wearing this any time soon.
INFJ: I’m sure we could find someone to wear them, though. Or at least other articles of clothes to go with them.
INFP: Oh, for sure. Why would someone torture a pair of pants by forcing them to be without a shirt-friend.
INFP: IT’S WHAT THEY ARE THEY’RE FRIENDS OKAY.
INFP: Anyway, I think I’ve got everything I need.
INFJ: I’m almost done. Just one more minute.
INFJ: By the way, I’ve got a question for you, if you don’t mind.
INFP: Of course!
INFJ: You know, you’re really good at putting outfits together. With matching colors and designs and stuff. But, you wear mostly black and white. I’m just trying to figure out why.
INFJ: Oh my God, I’m sorry! That sounds so bad!
INFJ: INFP, I love you and your clothes, please don’t take that the wrong way, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.
INFP: No, it’s no -
INFJ: If you want, I can just go away.
INFP: No, INFJ -
INFJ: Everyone has their own -
INFP: INFJ, IT’S OKAY.
INFP: YOU DON’T NEED TO WORRY, I’M FINE.
INFJ: Oh, goodness.
INFJ: That’s good.
INFP: And to answer your question, I actually do have a reason!
INFP: Though I like the different combinations people can put together with color, I think sometimes people overlook the possibilities of the simple?
INFP: Does that make any sense?
INFJ: A little. Elaborate, though.
INFP: Like, with layering and placement and stuff, I can make a really cool outfit just out of black and white and it doesn’t have to be monotonous.
INFP: I like seeing the things that other people make with color, but I like to show that you can still make a lot out of little things.
INFJ: Essentially, the things you wear, the wholes, are greater than the sums of their parts.
INFP: Yes, exactly!
INFJ: I really like that. I think I will try that one day. Is that okay?
INFP: Totally! I don’t have it trademarked or anything.
INFJ: We can be, like, The Sisters in Black and White.
INFJ: Ooo! We could make it so you have more black in your top while I have more white, and our bottoms would be switched and stuff.
INFJ: Or something like that.
INFP: That would be fantastic.
INFJ: Okay, I’m done. Are you ready?
They turn around to see that nobody is at the register. The only other person is an older man, looking at clothes on the other end of the room. They look at each other.
INFJ: He looks kind of confused. Let’s go help him while we wait for someone to come out, huh?
The two walk over to him, smiling.
INFJ: Excuse me, sir.
Sir: Oh, hello ladies.
INFP: Is there something you’re looking for? Maybe we could help you with it!
Sir: Ah, yes, thank you. I was beginning to think this place was a ghost town!
Sir: You see, I have a young daughter who took an interest in this place, and she’s been telling me all about his dress. I have no idea what to do about it, though! I know what it looks like, but I’m not even good at shopping for myself, heh. Heck, my wife gets so frustrated about it.
Sir: Anyway, it’s kind of a darker green. Not really too fancy, just a kind of… casual dress? Heh, if there’s such a name for it.
INFP: Oh, well, if that’s what you’re looking for, the dresses are all over there! If she’s a lot younger than us, you’ll want to be more over on that side. I wish someone would have told me that when I started doing my own shopping.
Sir: Thank you so much!
INFJ: Actually, sir? Could you wait right here?
Sir: Um, sure.
INFJ runs to the back where INFP pointed and stands across the room, holding a dress.
INFJ: Is it this one?
INFJ runs over and hands it to him.
INFJ: Let us know if we can do anything else!
INFP: How did you know which one he was talking about?? :O
INFJ: I have it at home! ^u^
The manager of the store comes out of the office, looking around.
Manager: Oh, come on. What do I have to do to get someone to run the register.
INFJ & INFP: Hooray!
They begin walking up to the register.
Sir: E-excuse me, manager?
Manager: Yes, how can I help you?
Sir: Oh, I don’t need any help.
Sir: Your wonderful ladies have already helped me with that.
Sir: I just wanted to say that you have a fine establishment, with such helpful employees. I’m surprised you don’t have more business.
Sir: And I’m surprised they aren’t getting raises left and right!
INFJ & INFP: *Blushing*
INFJ: Uh, sir, we don’t actually work here.
INFP: Yes, we just come here a lot.
INFP: Thank you so much, though!
Sir: What? Well, whoever you’ve got on this register right now, fire them! These two do a much better job.
Mkitty: Excuse me Director sir. . . I was wondering if I can join the Potluck that we are having. . . And also. . .Can I be an HQ agent? (( If u wanna know what my oc looks like you can check on my profile picture ))
DD: “Meet me at HQ the day after, and we can start your…interview.”
The detective wasn’t one to feel…insecure about themselves. At least outside of her age. But when Taako spotted her in front of a store window looking longingly at some of the fancy dresses and skirts inside, she felt her face turn a dark shade of embarrassment. Caught off guard by the wave of…not insecurity, she was just…scrambling is the best way to put it.
“U-uh…my grandpa didn’t really have any um…other…clothes for me when I lived with him,” hands still on the glass of the window (manners…please), “and I’ve never seen this shop in Neverwinter before (a lie). We can keep going, sir.” / @det-ect-ive
he’d tilt his head at the detective, stepping in pace toward the kid. his eyebrow would raise when she started scrambling for excuses, for words that would describe her feelings. taako would finally get the explanation in a stuttering heap, gaze moving from his mentee to the window.
no we can’t.
it was a shrug, a small smile, and he was leading the other in. his hand settled at the top of her back, gesturing into the shop.
go ahead, look, i got like… cash upon cash, you’d be helping me get rid of some of it.
he’d examine his nails, attempting to push an air of indifference,
if you need me to help pick out some, cause, you are definitely a winter, i’m right here. i was planning on getting you better clothes anyway. you gotta look the part if you hang with me. ❞ the last part was a play, a white lie to get the other to relax a bit, go find clothes that she’d actually be excited about wearing.
i hope there’s a dgs spinoff where u get to play as baroque van siques and instead of flashing ur badge at everyone u can present ur leg like “excuse me sir will you please take a look at this” *kicks leg up and hits witness in the face*