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Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.2

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3


“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn’t going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn’t easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn’t see the Mafia guy… He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn’t even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn’t see anything, he probably couldn’t either. You took one step… A second one… You couldn’t hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.

“Oh well, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me.”

You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice… It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.

“What do you want from me? Get away.”, you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but…

He wasn’t walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why’d he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn’t as big as you’d thought. And not as… scary. One could even say it was… cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn’t anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn’t stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn’t right in front of you this time.

“To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn’t as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we’ve got something to talk about. Sit down.”

You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn’t he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you? 

“About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ”, you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn’t change a thing about all this? You didn’t want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn’t help it, you were scared.

“Either you sit down yourself or I’ll help you with it. It’s your choice.”, he said. You could tell he wasn’t messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn’t want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to  calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn’t lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you’d felt comfortable in the first place.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”, you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.

“Don’t you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don’t just abduct someone because I’m bored. That’s not worth the effort.”

You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn’t wonder at all, wasn’t kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking…? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.

“I do.”, you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.

“Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It’s a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative… under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You’ve been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It’s funny what people do for money.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn’t be true…He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you’d got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia…? And how often you’d done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life… You couldn’t… you didn’t want to believe that, they weren’t part of the Mafia.

“Y-your lying… Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I’m just an average person, I haven’t… I  mean… Why?”, you asked him confused. All this didn’t make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.

“I don’t now either, I’m not the head of the Mafia. I’m a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about… Your new life. And why would I lie to you?”

By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by ‘new life’?

“My new life? Are you completely… What do you mean by that? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I’m quite happy with my old one!” You didn’t even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to care.

“The Mafia isn’t. Guess who’s more powerful. But let’s start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying… And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can’t set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going.”

You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You’d told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn’t been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn’t noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must’ve been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies… The Police. Maybe the Police wasn’t their worst enemy anymore.

However, you didn’t need to think twice about that. You weren’t, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You’d rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that’s exacty what you were going to do…

“No way. I’m not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.”,you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you’d give in.

The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn’t seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.

“Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don’t need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I’d consider it as long as I’ve got the chance.” He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren’t dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn’t want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others… No, you didn’t have a choice.

“Forget it. I’m not going to work for the Mafia.”

“Is that your last word, (Y/N)?”, he asked sighing.

You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this… All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn’t even want to think about your parents… You didn’t want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you’d seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you’d saved Officer Millers life.

The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered,  finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.

“Ah, and (Y/N)… I’m not supposed to tell you, but… As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated.”

You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door…

NO.

“Wait. WAIT!!!”, you screamed in panic.

The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.

“Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your teacher for the next months.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

 



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Important Phrases

Since moving to Seoul, I’ve come up with a short list of phrases I’ve found extremely important to know in daily life that aren’t always included in those masterposts of common phrases:

  • 테이크 아웃 할게요. – “Take-out, please.” You can say this after you’ve ordered to let them know it’s to-go. You can also say 포장해 주세요, meaning “please wrap it up” (i.e. I’m going to take it with me).
  • 저기요, 혹시 ___ 있으세요? – “Excuse me, is there perhaps ____?” When trying to familiarize yourself with new stores (grocery stores in particular), it’s good to know how to ask whether they carry what you need/want so you’re not wandering aimlessly for hours.
  • 감사합니다, 수고했어요. – “Thank you, you worked hard!” This translates a little weirdly into English, but it’s a pretty common saying to someone who’s just done something for you (ex: the cashier who just handed you your purchases).
  • 네? 다시 천천히 말씀해 주세요. – “Sorry? Please say that again slowly.” Honestly if you say this they’ll probably just try to switch into English for you, but you should still try your best in Korean.
  • 여기서 예약해 가지고 왔어요. – “I have a reservation for here.” When you first arrive at your hotel/hostel or at a restaurant, this might be something you’ll need to say.
  • 신용 카드 받으세요? – “Do you take credit cards?” Some places such as 포장마차 (street food stalls) are cash-only, so if all you’ve got on you is a credit card it’d be good to check beforehand.
  • ___이/가 어디서 살 수 있을까요? – “Where can I buy ___?” Not a particularly formal phrase, but when you’re desperate for somewhere to get toilet paper or whatever it’ll get your point across. 
  • 죄송해요, 한국어를 잘 못해요. – “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Korean well.” If you know you’re not going to be able to get through the conversation in Korean, use this phrase. They’ll almost certainly try to switch into English for you. However, I try to avoid it unless I’m certain I won’t be able to get my point across in Korean.

maybe-we-are-stars  asked:

Writing question here! How do you really get to know your characters? I've been having problems getting into some of my characters' heads for my novel and I can't find any useful advice.

I personally like to take my characters out for coffee. 

Drag them out of whatever world you have them in, and drop them into a different setting, a cafe in Paris, a busy NYC Starbucks—the coffee kiosk at Wallmart at 2am. What do they order? Is it a shot of espresso with biscotti on the side, the chocolate cake? Hot tea? Or is it three cans of energy drink, a pretzel with extra cheese sauce and a side of anti-acids?

How do they eat it, do they savor it, do they take neat little bites, do they let it melt on their tongue, or do they tear it apart and talk with their mouthful, gesturing wildly as they do. 

Do they people watch? Do they listen in to other conversations, or do they keep their headphones in keep their head down. Are they reading, sketching, or just phasing out? If they are listening to music, what are they listening to? What does that music taste tell them about you? Does another character phone them? Do they pick up and engage the call, or do they let it ring out and mull things over.

Are they dealing with issues with other characters? How do they feel about them right now, what’s on their mind? Do they have illnesses or an injury, a condition that affects their day to day life? How does that affect them being able to sit there and enjoy the moment—does it affect them at all until they move to stand up and feel the twinge run through them.

If removing them from their immediate world is too jarring, do it in world. A tavern, space cantina, market food stall watching street performers. Where are they headed to next.

Write them doing something mundane, come at them from another angle devoid of plot, just purely character thoughts and sensory exploration to how they interact with their world. Overall just try to get a feel for what kind of person they’d be, not a character driven by plot, but the person who needs to get groceries and do laundry before the end of the night or they’ll have no clean socks for tomorrow.

Play with them, mess around. There’s utterly no harm in messing with the world you’ve created for funsies if it’ll help you get unstuck. 

I hope that helps some <3

For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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CSSV Fic: Happenstance (full version)

A/N: For @killiarious. Thank you for your patience, love! Here is the full version of your gift. Again, it was lovely chatting and please feel free to swing by to chat more any time you like! Thanks also to @tnlph and @mryddinwilt for providing the initial inspiration for this story from this convo a year ago.  

Summary: He was just trying to escape everything. She wasn’t part of his plan.

Words: 3400 | Rating: M | ao3

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He should thank Liam, he knew it. He wouldn’t need to leave the flat, minus the initial trip to the market, for days. There were enough books, along with wine and rum, to last him for weeks. And the view, Killian still wasn’t sure there were words.

Good god, brother. The pictures you sent weren’t enough.

I know. Don’t skulk your entire stay. The city is better up close.

Killian rolled his eyes. He was almost grateful when he found out his brother would be out of town when he sent his plea for a place to crash. He needed to be away from Tink, away from town, their apartment. From everything, really. And while he hadn’t seen Liam since his transfer to Istanbul, the prospect of the judgement in his eyes, even as he would welcome him in, was more than Killian thought he could bear.

Liam sent him instructions on where he could pick up a set of keys and a warning that he promised a friend a place to stay later in the week while she was in town for a job.

And stay as long as you like, little brother. I’m due home in a couple weeks.

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Under The Volcano

Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican people—as we sure employ a lot of them. Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, look after our children. As any chef will tell you, our entire service economy—the restaurant business as we know it—in most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are “stealing American jobs”. But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porter’s position—or even a job as prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, provably, simply won’t do. 

We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but “we”, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of them—and go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.

So, why don’t we love Mexico?

We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires. Whether it’s dress up like fools and get pass-out drunk and sun burned on Spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.

In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugs—while at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us. The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether it’s kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in LA, burned out neighborhoods in Detroit— it’s there to see. What we don’t see, however, haven’t really noticed, and don’t seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead—mostly innocent victims in Mexico, just in the past few years. 80,000 dead. 80,000 families who’ve been touched directly by the so-called “War On Drugs”.   

Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace. Look at it. It’s beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness. Its archeological sites—the remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it,  we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over a tortilla chip. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply ‘bro food’ halftime. It is in fact, old– older even than the great cuisines of Europe and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients, painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet. If we paid attention. The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult to make and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generation, many of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europe have returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling new heights.

It’s a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, was there—and on the case—when the cooks more like me, with backgrounds like mine—ran away to go skiing or surfing—or simply “flaked.” I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them. To small towns populated mostly by women—where in the evening, families gather at the town’s phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North. I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand, passed from their hands to mine. 

In years of making television in Mexico, it’s one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the day’s work is over. We’ll gather round a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious tasting salsas—drink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is.  

The received wisdom is that Mexico will never change. That is hopelessly corrupt, from top to bottom. That it is useless to resist—to care, to hope for a happier future. But there are heroes out there who refuse to go along. On this episode of PARTS UNKNOWN, we meet a few of them. People who are standing up against overwhelming odds, demanding accountability, demanding change—at great, even horrifying personal cost.
This show is for them. 

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Original End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/(semi-)Fluff

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 3465

Originally posted by shishikookie

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you.

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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February, far from home

I like to listen to The Martian
on audiobook while I clean house.
It makes me feel like I can do anything
if I keep working long enough.

They say it’s as cold as Mars out here
but I haven’t checked the numbers.
Seems plausible. Signs warn for ice
falling from skyscrapers,
and I will dream for months
about clouds scraped from the sky.

There’s ice in your eyelashes and
you’re imagining catastrophes.
There are street-stall potato pancakes
and there’s applesauce on my face.
Snow falls, and we look up and up.

I’ve never seen winter this cold.
I’ve never met winter this warm.
Through two layers of gloves each,
we’re still holding hands.

—  ejl.
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Yoongi

Uh, jagi…what time do you end today?

She was too busy typing away on her laptop that she barely even noticed the text notification on her phone. It took a second notification to come in for her to notice.

Ah, I’m guessing you’re working OT. You’ll be in your office yes?

“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath. They were supposed to have dinner together at their favourite street stall. She checked her watch while contemplating on whether she should make a run for it. The stall was only two blocks from her office.

Ding!

Another notification. This time it came from her laptop’s mail inbox.

I’ve attached the second file here. This has to be linked to the previous paragraph. In the file, there are also audio interviews with the locals. I need you to phrase it and include them in the last section.

It was her chief editor. She groans, on the brink of tears as she rubs her eyes. Guess that rules out the possibility of meeting him. Why did no one ever told her adulthood would be so bitter?

I’m sorry Yoongs…There’s a big project going on and my chief wanted me to piece it together. Get a raincheck for that dinner?

She sighs as she watches her text flying off in binary codes to his phone. Usually, she was the type to see life as half full but now, her glass was completely empty.

“Is the raincheck possible now?”

The sound of his voice startled her. “Oh, what are you doing here?” she asked, surprised at the unexpected visit.

“Would it be too cocky for me to say that I predicted how the events of tonight would play out so I bought the food beforehand?” he grinned.

The smell of freshly cooked noodles awoke her sense. She was now dizzy with hunger, not even realising that the last time she ate was almost 10 hours ago. “Cocky or not, you brought food,” she squeals in delight as he uncovers the box.

Yoongi chuckled at his girl. It was a bittersweet moment for him. Yes, he was happy to see her delighted but it only showed how hard she has been pushing herself all day to the point where she forgot to eat.

“Take the whole thing,” he smiled as he pushed the box of noodles. “Eat all you want. I bought enough.” He sits beside her, feeling content at seeing her eating. Ah, his girl is so hardworking. Sometimes even more than he is.




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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Ambiguous!Jihoon

Request: Woozi confessing fluff
Requested by: @sm17esforever
Word count: 1,514
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: FINALLY DONE! Ok so this is like my first attempt in writing a gender neutral drabble so I’m sorry if it didn’t turn out gender neutral enough (I will keep trying tho!) aaaaaaand also, I hope that it’s fluffy enough for all of you! Ok also, we didn’t really know how to title this drabble so we left it as ambiguous!Jihoon

-jihooned 😶

Originally posted by wonyeols

Jihoon was nervous, and he wasn’t sure why. He had simply called you up to his studio to listen to his demo and give feedback, that shouldn’t make him nervous.

But his heart was pounding in his chest as he paced around the studio while waiting for you.

Many times he told himself it was because he may have developed a small crush on you, but he also told himself many times not to overthink. Even if he did have a crush on you, it’s not like you would pay much attention to a guy like him, right?

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Confession - Blue Beetle x Reader

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Requested by Anon - One where Jamie and the reader are out patrolling and he ends up accidentally confessing in front of the big Christmas tree on the Christmas market


“It’s seems pretty dead tonight,” you remarked, flying next to Jaime over El Paso. The two of you were patrolling the city before you retired for the night. 

Jaime cleared his throat, your voice breaking him out from his thoughts. He shook his head when he noticed he was staring at you. “Well, I suppose the bad guys are celebrating Christmas.”

You gave him a questioning look before breaking out a smile. “Yeah, maybe.” Jaime felt his cheeks burn. Part of him couldn’t believe you were actually smiling at him.

‘Your blood pressure is rising, Jaime Reyes.’

“Shut up,” Jaime mumbled, hoping you didn’t overhear. You didn’t, scanning the city for any sign of trouble. The city was quiet, except for the mass of lights flickering some distance ahead.

“Blue, what are all those lights?” you asked, pointing to the lights. Jaime dragged his gaze away from you to follow your finger. 

“Oh, that’s the annual Christmas market,” Jaime explained, remembering how new you were to El Paso. You had moved to El Paso shortly after you joined the team. 

“Ooo,” you gasped, flying ahead in your enthusiasm. Jaime had to turn on his jets to keep up with you. 

‘Your mate is faster than you, Jaime Reyes. You will appear weak if you do not keep up.’

“Stop it,” Jaime growled. He flinched when he saw you look back at him, having overheard his growl. You slowed down, thinking he was talking to you.

“Sorry,” you apologized, your head dropping slightly in embarrassment. 

“No, I didn’t mean…” Jaime let out a groan, shaking his head. 

‘Your attempt to convince your mate otherwise has failed.’

Jaime frowned, choosing to ignore Scarab. “…I was talking to Scarab.”

“Oh,” you answered, giving him a relieved smile. Jaime let out a sigh as you both finally made it to the Christmas market. The streets were busy with stalls and people. The sound of music and voices filled the air as Jaime and you floated over the market. 

Jaime watched you take in the market with an excited sparkle in your eye. You landed on a roof of a building, directly in front of the giant Christmas tree. Jaime landed next to you, noticing how the glow from the tree highlighted the smoothness of your skin. 

‘You are staring, Jaime Reyes.’

You were so distracted by the Christmas tree that you didn’t notice. Jaime blushed, looking away from you.

‘Your mate’s endorphin levels are rising. Situation is analyzed to be appropriate for the confession of your attraction.’

“No, it’s not,” Jaime mumbled, turning away from you. You were too busy looking at the market below to notice. 

‘Delaying the confession risks losing your mate, Jaime Reyes.’

“What do you mean by that?” Jaime demanded, trying to remember to keep his voice down. 

‘The Impulse has developed an attraction for your mate.’

“No, he hasn’t. Bart knows how I feel about (Y/N),” Jaime explained, hating how smug Scarab was sounding. He glanced over his shoulder to see if you were listening. You weren’t.

‘The blood pressure of the Impulse increases whenever your mate is near. Similar to how your blood pressure increases in your mate’s presence.’

Jaime blinked several times before shaking his head. “No, it’s not true. You’re just lying so you can get me to tell (Y/N)…”

“Tell me what?” you asked suddenly, making Jaime jump. He spun to find you right behind him.

“I…I…” Jaime stammered, his cheeks blazing under your curious gaze. You smiled at his discomfort.

‘The situation is ideal for confession.’

Jaime rubbed the back of his head before retracting his armor to reveal his face. You blinked in surprise as he finally spoke. “I wanted to tell you about…” He looked at the bright Christmas tree, trying to gather the courage. You waited for him to continue.

“…how I like you. I like you a lot,” Jaime admitted, looking at the ground for he was too scared to see your reaction. Scarab was strangely quiet as a painful silence fell between you.

Meanwhile, you were shocked to your core. You didn’t even have a hint that Jaime liked you more than a friend. Yet, your gut tingled with the revelation as you placed a finger under Jaime’s chin to raise his head to face you.

Without saying a word, you leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Jaime jerked away from you in surprise.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jaime asked carefully, studying you. You shook your head, grinning at him.

“What do you think?” you laughed before kissing him again. This time he understood, kissing you back with eagerness.

When you broke apart a moment later, you found yourself suddenly shy. Jaime rubbed the back of his head, licking his lips to get the the last taste of you.

‘Begin courtship, Jaime Reyes.’

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jaime began, pausing to clear his throat. He glanced down at the market below. “Do you want to go to the market together?”

You followed his gaze before taking his hand. “Yes,” you agreed, a uncontrollable giggle escaping you. “You know what’s funny? I was just going to ask you the same question.”

Jaime chuckled at you before you both floated into the air to land in a back alley. Once you landed in the alley, Jaime retracted the rest of his armor while you slipped a sweatshirt over your costume. 

‘Finally.’

Narrowing his eyes for a second, Jaime wondered if Scarab planned this whole thing. However as you grabbed his hand to pull him into the market, Jaime realized it didn’t matter. 

anonymous asked:

THANK YOU for blessing us with so much new writing for mxh... :D you improved my day by 1000%. if you're still taking word prompts, how about 'daze'?

NO PROBLEM I love this au so so sooooo much, I’m more than happy to write for miraculous x hunter ^-^ I’m glad I could make your day better with all my little drabbles!!!

This is a bit longer than the other requests I’ve answered, mainly because I wrote this during my mxh discussions with @emthimofnight back when this whole thing started a few months ago. So I’m sorry if this is bad hahaaaaaa

In this drabble, Killua and Gon are already dating and it’s the first time Killua is seeing Ladybug after their true identities have been revealed! The whole idea behind this is that as civilian and superhero, Killua and Ladybug should not be flirting/kissing bc Ladybug is dating Chat and Killua is dating Gon. But they have a hard time keeping their distance….

Links:

BEAUTIFUL fanart by emthimofnight that sparked this whole au

Miraculous x Hunter tag with other drabbles, asks, etc & the ao3 series page


It was Ladybug standing in front of him in that red and black spotted suit. But all Killua could see was Gon’s dazzling smile, Gon’s caramel eyes and Gon’s flop of messy brown-black hair.

It was Gon who was beaming at him, directing all of that sunshine-brightness towards Killua and Killua alone.

“Gon,” he choked out and Ladybug’s eyes sparkled.

“It’s Ladybug, stranger,” his best friend teased.

Killua’s affection fell away immediately. Eye twitching, he snarled, “You-!”

An explosion erupted suddenly to their right, spewing stone and glass and blocks of cement.

Killua had less than a second to register what had happened before something warm wrapped around his middle. He didn’t have time to gasp before he was flying away from blast and flying debris.

His back slammed into a wall and he saw stars. It took him a few breaths for his head to right itself, and when it did, he nearly stopped breathing altogether.

Gon’s face was a mere centimeter from Killua’s. They were so close their noses brushed, hidden from civilian sight in the dark alleyway Gon must have shoved him into, and Gon’s eyes glowed like twin suns in the dim light.

Gon’s face was the least of Killua’s worries, though. Gon’s hands were pressed to the wall on either side of Killua’s head, trapping the silver-haired teen between it and him, while the entire length of Gon’s body pressed snugly against his own. Gon was all around him: Gon’s strong arms brushing his, Gon’s muscular and firm chest aligned with Killua’s, and even lower where his hips-

“Something the matter, Mr. Zoldyck?” Gon asked, voice deep with hidden meanging. The slight smirk he gave Killua made Killua’s legs go weak and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to breathe normally.

His whole face was burning.

“I’m f-fine,” Killua whispered and cursed inwardly when Gon’s smirk only grew.

“Is that so…”

He leaned closer, and Killua shrunk back into the wall, nails scraping brick.

Gon pressed his face into the fluff of Killua’s hair and Killua’s heart took off like it was trying to fly out of his chest. He was so lightheaded he could barely think straight.

He heard Gon inhale deeply, felt the swell of Gon’s chest, and nearly fainted right there.

He couldn’t believe it; Gon was freaking smelling him. As Ladybug. What the hell happened to keeping their distance from each other when only one of them was a superhero?! What if someone saw?!

“W-What the fuck?!” he stammered out as Gon pulled back again.

Gon looked like he was trying to hold back laughter. But goosebumps rose across Killua’s skin at the sound of Gon’s low and velvety confession, “You smell delicious, Killua. I couldn’t help it.“ 

Gon dragged a hand down the length of Killua’s bare arm- slowly, tortuously- and that was when Killua decided he had enough.

Because, fuck it, if Gon could have fun, why shouldn’t Killua?

Without warning, Killua roughly grabbed both of Gon’s cheeks and smashed their mouths together.

It was’t a gentle kiss. Far from it. Their lips were anything but soft on each other, teeth clacking together while Killua’s nose was shoved uncomfortably into Gon’s cheek. His nails dug into Gon’s skin, leaving tiny streaks of red.

But the kiss was totally worth it. Because the complete and utterly dazed look on Gon’s face when Killua pulled back was enough to send a rush of savage satisfaction through his entire being.

That should teach Gon not to mess with Killua any more.

 “See?” Killua growled, hands skill gripping Gon’s face and thumbs digging into a black and scarlet mask. “I’m fine. You, on the other hand-”

With a single shove, he pushed Gon off him and back into the open street.

“Go stall the akuma, Ladybug!” he shouted. “Chat will join you soon!”

The Delightful Date

What will two couples make of their day together, a once in a lifetime chance as they finally manage to bring Angela away from her endless pile of work?

Romance.


Summer was a time of the year that was always full of festivities and fun. There wasn’t any major festivals or romantic events during this time of the year as with the other seasons. However, it was definitely one with festivities and fun. The nights were always filled with chatter and people, whether they were simply walking by the stylish stores that lined the streets or the stalls that were set up at the city’s center where festivals were often held.

Though the level of excitement and celebration of the nightlife in the city center could hardly compare to that during the lunar new year and the mid-autumn festival, they were quite lively nevertheless. Such was the way of life in the now peaceful Japan.

It was on one of such rather ordinary summer day that Genji had chosen to bring Angela on a date. Well, ‘bring’ was probably not the proper way to describe it. Perhaps coerced would be better. He had to practically pull her from her works, carrying her in his arms while she pouted and protested just so he could sit her down on the bed and talk about the plans.

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的(てき) - like, typical

的確 (てきかく)precise, accurate

的外れ (まとはずれ)missing the mark, out of focus

的を射る (まとをいる)to be on point, to be pertinent

的を絞る (まとをしぼる)to hone in on, to focus in on, to narrow down

的屋 (てきや)vendor, street vendor, stall-keeper

的場 (まとば)target, target area, range (like a gun range)

的を逸れる (まとをそれる)to miss the target

的を当てる (まとをあてる)to hit the target, to hit the mark