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Johann : What’s Vanitas doing ?
Dante : Oh that ? He got a little overwhelmed because Noe kissed him.
Vanitas, standing in the middle of the road as cars honk at him : HIT ME ! HIT ME !! YOU COWARDS !
Noè: You're cute when you're mad.
Vanitas: Yeah, well I'm about to get real adorable.
Clown! what do you think the lookism characters would listen to? - 😈 anon
Hello anon <3
What would lookism characters listen to
HIIII idk if ur accepting requests rn, but if u are can i pls request samuel scenerios? like how he falls in love with fem reader? i really love ur writing btw!!
...I mean, technically, he did fall in love. Honestly, I wanted to wait until I got a better handling of his character before I wrote this, but c'est la vie, I got bored.
“You’re leaving?”
You nodded, uncaring.
Good—you won't have to be here when he showed his worst to everyone. Big Deal won't be the same without you, but at least, he won't have to hold back. It was better this way.
“Heading out before it got worse then?”
“Shut up, I’m not you.”
Samuel got you irritated but it made him smile. Better for you to get out of the way before it got too late before he became too consumed by his ambition to care about putting you in the line of fire.
“Shame about our unfinished business.”
You glared at him, saying nothing. The remaining of your belongings were packed tight in your luggage. You were really leaving and he had no means of stopping you.
Not if he wanted to live with what was left of his dignity intact. “How about a goodbye kiss before you go?”
“Kiss my ass, Samuel.”
Then, you were gone. The door slammed in his face and he was left with a gnawing emptiness he couldn't name. Jake offered to give him your contact information, but he ignored it. If it didn't come from you, then it was of no use for him.
He would be better now without distraction, anyway. You were another rock on the road that he tripped over, it would be fine in a matter of months.
Believing he'd get over you was the first step in recovery, the rest will fall into places with time. Yet, every time your name was mentioned, he couldn't help but pay attention.
It was something of a misstep.
He shouldn't have any attraction for you, not when it would be inconvenient to have any attachments for you in the long run. Even if he wanted to find flaws in you, he'd come up with nothing. Everything negative about you became positive in his eyes.
The apple of his eyes, you were.
He kept trying to understand, kept trying to figure you out, but you were elusive. You slipped in and out of his reach, not once did he succeed in taking hold of you. The dances began from the moment he met you and when you left, he thought it'd be over.
Then you waltzed into his life again, uncaring of how he felt about your absence.
“Didn’t know you'd come back, I'd have cleaned myself up.”
You were even more surprised about the encounter than he was. Had it not for him spotting you, he didn't think you'd stop to talk. Indeed, if you had caught winds of what he was doing upon your return, he'd not blame you for avoiding him.
“I see you haven't changed,” the insult spilt past your lips, but he didn't find fault in it.
He changed, he did. Seeing you again regressed him back to simpler times. Back when he didn't calculate his every move and measure every pawn around him.
“And you got even more beautiful, at least one of us got better with time,” he smiled condescendingly.
It got you irritated, he was glad something remained the same. “Lying snake," you sneered, “are you with the Workers now?”
“Yes, does that make us enemies?” He'd blame his attraction for you when it came to his blindness of your stance, but he knew better than anyone, you were always quick on your feet.
Quicker than him. “...I guess it depends on what will happen next,” you frowned, "you knew I came back for a reason but said reason haven't put me against you... yet."
“Indeed, for now, we are nothing but old friends,” his smile eased, more genuine, more subdued.
“Friends?”
Your confusion was cute, but he guessed it was better to call you old allies. Allies of convenience, it was. However, saying it would put too much distance between the two of you. He didn't want to admit that. “You haven't gotten into my bed, I can't call you old lovers,” he shrugged.
Briefly, your eyes widened. “...Not happening,”
What a surprise, a pleasant one, at least. “...You hesitated.”
“Not happening," you said again, firmer this time.
He thought you'd step away and snatched your hand before you did, you stiffened under his hold, but didn't make another move to leave. Samuel lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was early in the afternoon, a mental check of his schedule left him free for the rest of the day.
"What are you doing?" You glared at him pensively.
Samuel, however, remained unfazed. "We have... roughly ten hours."
"For what?" It was after that you began to yank your hand back but his grip remained strong. Escape wasn't easy, not now that he had you in his grasp.
"Until day end," he smiled easily, releasing your hand in time of your yanking, making you staggered back from the force, "ten hours for me to make you fall in love with me."
Once again, you glared at him. "I don't have time for this," you walked away from him, once again, slipping out of his reach. It was better to take your hatred than your reverence, easier to be hated than loved.
Because once he got a taste, he'd become addicted. Harder to let you go again than taking whatever he wanted, even if he had to beg.
"Please."
do i have to name everything i write featuring samuel / lookism
You only saw the crew leader of the Workers once before, when you helped Joongoo with an errand.
Even back then, you didn't like the air of him. You didn't say that to Joongoo when he brought up the idea of working with them again, a year later, when your impression of the boy was only a faded memory.
If only you remembered what you experienced back then, you'd have thought twice about working with him. Eugene was the same unnerving he was back then, you didn't know how he accomplished it with only a smile.
Whenever Joongoo smile, you were only reminded of a clown, a bad one even. He was openly intimidating even with his cheer, his unpredictable was readable to you.
However, Eugene was the wolf in sheep clothing you wanted to stay away from, the unreadable one. Nonetheless, you agreed to Joongoo's plan, which landed you in Eugene's office at the odd hour of the night.
At least, you weren't alone, even if having Joongoo around was anything but comforting.
“Here are the profiles for the Workers, pictures of them were included,” Eugene handed the thick folder to you, layers upon layers of documentation held between the covers, “you should be able to recognize the executives on sight.”
He could've handed you a USB, but you guessed digital information were traceable. You'd know. “Will I receive a badge in the duration of my cooperation with them?”
“Only a gold one, sugarplum,” Joongoo grinned meanly, “black badges are exclusive.”
“I like gold better anyway, stinky,” you stuck your tongue out at him, unknowingly giving one of the photographs the chance to slip out, “wait, who is this one?”
You picked the item up from the ground, giving it a once over. Then, twice because the guy was stunning.
The man in the photograph stood somewhere in his early twenties, his hair slick back neatly on his head. You had to admit the suit did little to conceal his impressive physique, which complemented his cold features immensely.
His glasses looked a bit similar, however. “He looks positively spicy, is he the president of the affiliate? If you told me there was someone this hot, I'd have agreed to this plan sooner,” you teased Eugune but did not the confusion transpired between him and Joongoo.
The moment was extremely brief, but you thought you saw the corners of Joongoo's lips twitched.
“Please, check his name,” Eugene smiled demurely, it was unnerving.
At his command, you glanced down at the heavy brief weighing in your arms. Eugene didn't lie about the information he provided you with, every page of documentation included a picture of the personnel mentioned.
You only stopped flipping the pages when you saw one of the pages missing a complimentary personal identification.
“Hm? Samu...” You stopped dead in your track, you looked up at the other two, they were smiling. Well, Joongoo was grinning. “We will pretend that never happened.”
“I think you are a bit too late with that,” Eugene somehow reached sickeningly sweet with his statement. It sent a bad type of shiver down your spine.
To your dread, horror, and deepest fears, Samuel Seo in the flesh was standing at the doorway. “Pretend what never happened?”
“You didn't hear it,” you immediately snapped to attention, throwing Samuel the dirtiest of glare.
Instead of being intimidated by you, his lazy smirk only widened. “Hear what?”
“Exactly!”
“Samuel will help you assimilate with your new work environment, I assume it will be a... positively spicy experience for the both of you,” Eugene explained with the docility you believed was nothing but an act. You suddenly feared his sense of humour.
The god, or in this case—Eugene, must be having a field day making a fool out of you. Samuel looked nothing but delighted at the idea of your upcoming companionship. "Pleasure to work with you... partner," he drawled, "it will be like the good old days."
"We were never partners in the good old days," you grumbled, "Joongoo, did you set this up?"
You didn't know Eugene enough to throw any accusations at him, neither did you want to antagonize your new employer. However, in front of your confrontation, Joongoo only presented himself with his signature smile.
"Absolutely not," Joongoo chimed, "Eugene here heard of your past relationship with Samuel and thought he'd be a perfect fit for you, I had no hand in this."
"What past relationship? We only happened to—" You inhaled sharply, turning your glare back to Samuel. "Partners, then?"
Samuel offered you his hand, a gesture of peace or condescension. You never knew with him. "For the time being."
Instead of shying away from his challenge, you took his hand and immediately got tugged into a firm shake. The strength of his grip pulled you forwards, but your staggering was stopped by his other hand, grounding you down from your shoulder.
Your glaring really did nothing on him. "See, we're already getting along swimmingly," he snickered.
Times like these, you wished Samuel was cold to you. If he treated you like anyone else, you wouldn't have cared. However, he had to make it his task to make you an outlier. That was never a good thing, not when you had to work with him in the coming days.
Indeed, your days were already looking down. Maybe coming back was a bad idea, after all.
a bit random, but gun/goo (i'm okay with either) reacting to you showing signs of falling in love with another person?? perhaps they don't take their relationship with you seriously enough, so it ends up with the reader searching for love somewhere else. it kind of sucks because they've grown so familiar with your affection, and may even have fallen in love with you, but can't muster up the courage to say anything... at first.
Is it bad that I found these two very cute? Especially Jonggun with his hair down... immaculate. Joongoo under the cut!
Really, he should have said something. Anything. Then again, when everything was inadequate, nothing would work.
He thought a lot about it, times and times again. Always ending with regretting the time he spent mulling about something that couldn't be changed. Then everytime his mind didn't get clouded by thoughts of his businesses, it always drifted to you.
He was inexplicably drawn to you, the two of you knew that. Even Joongoo knew that, having to spend an ungodly amount of times with the both of you.
It was history, he guessed, the thread of history which tied the two of you together. It made him believe in the strength of your bonds, it made him complacent with the idea of your continuous presence in his life.
Until something disturbed the still water.
Once he noticed something was amiss, he couldn't sit and wait until it passed. No, he always needed to do something about it.
“I thought I said we shouldn't be doing this again,” despite what you reminded him, you were smiling against his lips.
“You did,” he admitted, “but I don't see you stopping me.”
samuel is a little jealous / lookism
You had not expected one of your missions with Samuel would begin with a helicopter on top of a tower. However, Eugene's instruction was clear, the two of you were meant to assist the downfall of the third affiliate.
“As far as sale goes, my second affiliate or first affiliate will take care of things,” Eugene’s command from the other line was a struggle for you to hear, trying to press your ear to the side of Samuel's headphones.
At least, Samuel didn't mind your holding onto him to overhear the conversation. If anything, he was far too focused to care.
“All right, Samuel,” Eugene concluded, “if you can put an end to this incident, I’ll let you run the third affiliate.”
Afterwards, the two of you were given orders for utmost discretion and the retrieval of the daughter. Guess that was the legwork needed for Samuel's plan to come into fruition, seizing control and becoming the president of the third affiliate.
Your role was an assisting one, a little safety measurement in case something happened and Samuel needed to spread out some manpower. It shouldn't be a problem with the intruders wrecking havocs, but the two of you were meant to stay cautious anyway.
Whatever it was... this has been the first you got the chance to fly a helicopter. One couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the idea. Even if working with Samuel made the situation a little boorish, you counted this to be one of the perks.
“I want to sit at the front,” you skipped towards the door, prying it open and poking your head inside.
Apparently, the pilot didn't expect anyone to show up at the side, because when you showed up, he only managed to give you an owlish stare.
You seized the chance to take the control of the conversation, giving him a disarming smile. “Can I sit here? I never got the chance to be on a helicopter before?”
The young man blinked at your flippancy, once, then twice, then he processed the situation and glanced at the corner of his eyes.
Samuel entered the cabin without much flair, compared to you, too familiar with the procedure. When the attention was on him, he only threw you a listless glance before shrugging. “Let her do whatever she wants,” he said, settling into one of the seats and closing the door next to him. “Give me my privacy, I need to change.”
“Sweet,” without waiting for the pilot to confirm, you clambered on the co-pilot seat, ignoring the flummoxed pilot.
“Please don’t touch anything, miss,” he warned you, to which, you only answered with a shrug.
“Don’t worry, I’m only here for the view,” you fastened the seatbelt and gave him another one of those innocent smiles.
Would've worked better if you didn't reek of a sinister sidekick vibe. Guess those were the downsides of your current role, at least, the view would be nice.
True to words, the moment the pilot took off, you were pressed to the glass window, admiring the view below with the unbridled fascination. The view of Seoul at night glittered underneath you, giving a mask of glamour far from the ugliness you had seen in the city.
You could consider this the view of those who lived on top of the world, too far removed from the lives of those beneath them. The Workers were indeed a mythical creature of their own, had you not been tangled within the wires of their machinations, you'd not have believed in their existence. Then again, from what you learned, maybe it was better to not know about them. Because once you got in, getting out of it would only happen when either you or the Workers go down.
You didn't intend the former to happen, no matter the atrocities they committed. These luxuries were the silver lining.
“This is gorgeous...” You muttered. “Hey, mister, you get to see this view every day? Do the executives get to use helicopters often?”
The pilot looked a bit flustered when he realized you were talking to him. “Not exactly, miss, it depended on days,” he scratched the side of his neck, steering the helicopter towards the direction of the hotel, “but the executives do move around a lot since we have a large base of operations.”
“Do you take executives for flight outside of necessities?” You turned towards him in excitement, unknowingly displaying your best puppy expression. “Like, sightseeing trip?”
“Well, I can't with the affiliate's helicopter but...” He blushed evidently even under the limited light, more than affected by your enthusiasm. “If you ever wanted to sightsee, I could find a way—”
“We’re here.” Samuel's intrusion evaporated any of the good energy between you and the pilot. He slotted himself between the two front seats, but his attention was solely on the landing pad of the hotel building.
Apparently, his single appearance was more effective when it came to reminding the pilot of his position. Neither of you was the focus of Samuel, but it felt suffocating all the same. You wondered if he knew how oppressive he was because you didn't think he could do that unintentionally.
Annoying man.
Samuel got down before you when landing, eager to move on with the mission. You, however, took the chance of his brief absence to press the pilot about his previous offer again. “Did you mean it before when you said you'll find a way?”
You asked again with that hopeful tone that shook away the pilot’s rigidity. He smiled nervously at you, keen on the idea but unwilling to commit. “Well, miss—”
Before he could finish the sentence, the door at your side opened, revealing Samuel stood waiting at the other side. He offered you a hand, beckoning you to get down from the helicopter. Without any good reason to protest, you pouted, taking his hand.
The door only closed with a bit too much force behind you after you walked down on the landing pad, Samuel was the one to blame but you didn't think he'd care.
He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “Don’t get too friendly with the employees,” he warned before dragging out a cigarette from his own pocket, “if you want to go on a joyride, I'll take you on one when we have free time.”
Samuel placed the cigarette between his lips before leaning towards you, earning him a glare from you for his audacity. However, that neither worked to move him or did anything of substance. No point in fighting him when you knew how stubborn he could be, you sighed and dug into his jacket to retrieve the lighter.
He only smiled meanly after you lit his cigarette for him.
“Our free time never correlates,” you mumbled.
“Then I’ll make them correlate,” he nudges you, “c’mon, I need to brief you more about the third affiliate, let’s not stick around.”
“Hmph.”
Had you been a little more perceptive, maybe a bit taller, you'd have noticed Samuel subtly looking back at the pilot afterwards. Because if you did, you wouldn't have missed the way his eyes narrowed at the other man, cold enough to chill his bones.
vin jin: they call me coffee ‘cause i grind so fine.
y/n: oh my god.
vin jin: they call me coffee because i keep you up past 2am.
y/n: dude. shut up.
samuel: they call me coffee because i’m really bitter and people don’t like me without changing some aspect of who i am.
y/n:
Samuel and Goo's conversations be like:
Lookism by Pak-Taejun
Meeting Samuel cause of his boobs
- Okay imagine just sitting somewhere like a bus or a restaurant.
- you hear someone setting behind you, but no big deal, cause that’s what happens in public.
- Samuel apparently doesn’t know his size or something, cause his buttons are really fighting for their life to stay closed. Like, really straying.
- anyway, he’s had a long day and just wants a drink. He does notice you, and you seem like good company while he gets drunk. Still, he knows that he doesn’t appreciate being approached by a rando, so he decides against talking to you.
- Or that was his plan.
- His shoulders were feeling a bit stiff, so he hoped to relieve some of that tension by streching his arms back.
- Big. Mistake.
- He didn’t expect the button the pop open. He didn’t expect the button the fly of either. You didn’t expect to get a headshot from a button against your head. You turn around to see what dickface would do that, when you see a button falling to the ground, and a massive guy staring at you with a mortified look. His blouse was open and it was not difficult to see why the button flew off.
- You pick the button up and offer it to him. “I think you lost this.”
- He wordlessly took the button from you and nodded in awknowledgement.
- “I’ll buy you a drink if you ignore what just happened.”
- Well, atleast the ice broke along with his button
Samuel Seo
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