request: casually walking into the room wearing your comfy clothes when svt are on a business call and flashing them. boobs, butt, whatever will get their attention before you stroll right out again.
will end the call immediately to get revenge on you:
seungcheol, soonyoung. you better RUN. you better be ready because they KNOW you knew what you were doing.
stutters and spends the rest of the meeting thinking about it:
jun, seokmin, chan. staring off into space; eyes empty; mind vacant. if someone addresses them they will completely have a meltdown. they can't think about anything other than you.
does not contribute the rest of the meeting to think about you:
woozi, vernon. they are both visualizing you and will not say a single fucking word. they may be staring straight at the screen but they are not fucking listening.
will endure the rest of the meeting and will make you pay later:
josh, wonu, minghao. josh will hold you down and tease you, will make you cry, begging for forgiveness with tension threatening to snap in your gut. minghao would restrain you, wouldn't touch you and just make you wait. wonu would fuck you, would fuck you fast and relentless and messy.
will endure the rest of the meeting and whine to you about it until you make it up to him:
gyu, kwannie, hannie. hannie will be sly about it, will turn it into some sort of game. gyu and kwannie feel WRONGED, and he's going to pout and ask you what the fuck you were doing.
This is gonna be one of the shortest request I probably will ever do
After being in the neighborhood for so long Wally thought it would be a good time to introduce you to home.
“Hello neighbor! I thought I’d introduce you to Home.” Wally calmly stated while clasping both his hands together. In reality Wally’s intentions were to get you in his home so he can have you forever, you can be his darling, his best apple. You agreed not wanting to disrespect your friend. When you arrived at Home you talked and Wally invited you inside but before Wally could even set foot in the doorway home pushed him out slamming the door.
Its been Hours? Days? You don’t even know. Home has kept you trapped.
{This was cringy as hell I’m sorry anon, also Tehe. anyways hearts and re-blogs are always welcomed along with requests and questions.}
Yes, I’m still alive (barely tho). I’m working full time now so all my freedom is gone haha TT I am constantly tired now but I want to finish all the request we have for the blog
It’s been months since I last wrote a reaction so I don’t know how to do it anymore haha. So this post is not really good, sorry TT And it’s also a bit difficult to come up with different reactions for this requests so I changed the request a bit
-Admin RJ
Seokjin:
You were at the book launch of your latest poetry collection and Jin was there to show his support. He was already very familiar with the poems inside the book, since he was there with you throughout all the process and often had to listen to you reading them aloud. He was very proud of you and even joked about getting a signed copy from you.
‘I’m so honored to meet a great poet like you.’
Yoongi:
He was getting a bit fed up by your constant random poems since you kept bothering him every single day and made him listen to your rhymes. It was to the point where you would follow him in the bathroom and he found the situation both annoying and amusing. He would pretend to push you away or put your hand over your mouth and shush you, but you knew that he was just joking.
‘This is what I have to endure every single day.’
Hoseok:
You two were bored so Hoseok challenged you to a poetry contest. He would give you a topic or a word and you were supposed to come up with a poem inspired by the word. As the game progressed, Hoseok gave you more complicated or weird words, laughing at the ridiculous poems you came up with.
‘Woah, no wonder you’re such an amazing poet~’
Namjoon:
You were working on your first collection of poems but since you had a lot of ideas lately, you could not include all of them into the final draft. You asked Namjoon to help you pick the ones that will make the final cut. He was a big fan of your poetry, so it was difficult to pick, even for him. He read and discussed the possible choices with you, smiling as he knew that your collection will do really well.
‘I think all of them fit the theme and would be great in the collection.’
Jimin:
He was a bit sleepy, tired from a day of filming and activities with the group so when he finally arrived home, he only wanted to relax and sleep. You proudly finished one of your longer poems, thanks to a random moment of inspiration and you were really excited to read it to him. He tried to listen but as tired as he was, he kept dozing off and mumbling responses.
‘Ah that sounds great, Y/N’
Taehyung:
Both Taehyung and you were attending a poetry festival, where lots of poets were performing their poetry on stage, in front of tons of people. The MC was looking for volunteers to come on stage and perform as well, so Taehyung grabbed your hand and raised, laughing at your reaction. You got on stage and performed a poem that you’ve been working on recently, getting more and more confident as you watched the public’s positive reaction.
‘That’s my baby right there, I’m so proud!’
Jungkook:
Jungkook was enjoying his meal, stuffing his face with food when you started thinking verses for a poem that you’ve been working for a while so you took your notebook out, startling him. He almost choked on his food at your sudden movements and you ignored him, murmuring the words aloud to see how it would sound. Jungkook gave you a pouty look, a bit hurt that poetry was more important than him choking to death.
‘When will you start paying attention to me again?’
“I’m going to teach you how to dance, come here” Annabella and Kaldur
I want a million little stories about these two just doing small normal things.
“So what do Atlanteans do if they don’t have dances,” Annabella asked Kaldur who was standing awkwardly in the corner of the large ball room. Faith was dragging Tim across the floor somehow making his awkward movements look purposeful.
“Well seeing as we are under water dancing was not part of our customs.”
Annabella nodded for a moment as she caught Roy darting around the room with Dick and Maia who was slowly stealing food.
“I guess I’m just going to have to teach you,” Annabella said turning to Kaldur who watched her curiously. She could feel the slight excitement mixed with something else, something she couldn’t place. Nervousness maybe?
She held her hand out for him to take which he eyed warily before gently putting his own in hers. Her fingers gently intertwined with his callous ones before she took a step forward facing him.
“Now I’m not Faith but my aunt did teach me a few things” she giggled taking his free hand and placing it on the small of her back. “Now normally the guy leads but I’m going to show you the moves first. This is a simple waltz”
Slowly they moved in time with the music, slightly away from the crowds in their own little corner of the dance floor. Annabella was surprised how quickly the tall boy picked up on the moves and soon he was leading adding in a few flares of his own. His beautiful blue eyes never leaving her light brown ones.
“I quite enjoy this” he mumbled brushing away a stray strand of her dark hair. Annabella couldn’t help but smile enjoying his calm aura.
...if Bellwether visited Bunnyburrow when she was still a lamb and that Lionheart’s mistreatment of her was not her motivation for her uprising against predators, but was actually because of something much more... “romantic” in nature.
Requested by: Anon
Ship: Sharla x Bellwether
Words: 1, 509 (Way longer than intended.)
Drabble ↓ ↓
Years after the events which shook Zootopia and the relationship between prey and predator, animals still spoke of the orchestrations of one sheep – Bellwether. They often theorized and thought about what made her “go off the rails” and do what she did, but never could figure it out. When ZPD spoke to her family, they all agreed that her sinister behavior began long before she was chosen as the mayor’s assistant and when she was still a ewe lamb, so their initial thought of it being because of the mayor’s behavior towards her was shattered. ZPD – mostly Judy – attempted time and time again to question Bellwether and find her reasons, maybe even reduce her sentence after she went through a honest retention for her actions and apologized, but she never budged and grew unbreakably silent as soon as the subject was brought up, lowering her head almost bashfully.
And yet, because no one was killed or seriously injured in her escapade, and because a sheep’s lifespan drags no longer than 20 years, which was a record in sheep history, Bellwether was released from her cell after seven years of paying for her actions. The exceptions to her early release were simple: she was to live in Bunnyburrow for the next two years, stay away from all outside communications, and be fitted with an ankle monitor during her stay there. After all, it was Judy Hopps who finally made Bellwether understand that not all predators are savages, so even if she merely succeeded in making Bellwether tolerate them, ZPD knew the bunny cop had an impact on the sheep’s behavior.
Bellwether understood that, but after a week of adjusting to the new environment, she still found herself scowling down at the beeping device on her ankle every few minutes, the sound nauseatingly annoying. Yet, she knew she couldn’t be bothered. Groaning, she tore her green eyes away and shifted them back onto the newspaper in front of her, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
“Four carrots please.” A bunny, one of what seemed to be millions, requested.
“Four carrots.” Bellwether repeated out of routine, placed the requested carrots onto the clean paper, rolled it up, took payment, and handed the supplies over. After only a week, the sheep felt as if she could do her work in her sleep, and yet, she oddly enjoyed it.
“Oh, Dawn,” Mrs Hopps interrupted, however, “I can take over for a while; you can go take a look at the rest of the festival if you like.”
As much as Bellwether enjoyed her new job, and not just compared to her previous one, she quickly shot upright in her chair and nodded enthusiastically, her thick glasses hopping on her nose and her wool wildly bobbing back and forth. “Thank you, Mrs Hopps!” She called over her shoulder, already making her way down the dirt road. After a long day of work, she was even more excited to visit the old festival again. She was still a lamb when her mother took her to Bunnyburrow for a day to see their annual festivities, but of course, she knew her mother couldn’t recall – it felt like forever ago.
“Stop it Gideon!”
Bellwether instantly froze, her mouth growing dry and her skin growing pale underneath her wool – she recognized that voice.
“No point’n sayin’ that, Sharla; ya know that.”
Bellwether frantically searched the crowd of strangers and bunnies, but to her horror, no one budged to help, not even Judy, who was a mere ten feet away. Instantly, Bellwether’s face broke into a scowl. I won’t let this happen again, she screamed inwardly, and she couldn’t! With agile hooves, she pushed through the crowed and dashed out behind the caravans, grabbing a thick stick from the ground along the way and hoisting it above her head to attack. “Leave her alone, you sava-“ She hollered a warrior’s cry in her run, but as soon as she reached the argument, her words escaped her. In bewilderment and underneath the laugh of another sheep, Bellwether once again halted in disbelief, the wooden club slipping from her hooves and colliding with the grass behind her in a loud thud.
In front of her, shoving each other playfully in the midst of laughs and giggles, Gideon Grey and Sharla Woolworth were fighting over a bowl of flower and eggs, the first trying to add more milk while the other tried saving the dough from mutiny. “We have enough milk in it!” Sharla insisted, but Gideon recoiled, “Again, no point’n arguin’, Sharla – ya know I’m right.”
No surprise to a bewildered Bellwether, they were already both coated in flour.
“Bellwether!?” Sharla finally exclaimed in delighted shock when she noticed the company, a goofy grin pulling at her natural overbite – she didn’t even care to notice the fact that Gideon took her distraction as an opportunity to add more milk, but of course…
“Oh sweet cheese an’ crackers,” Gideon gaped down at the useless mixture, “Ya where right! I’ll be right back!”
Riddled with nerves, Bellwether actually wanted to command Gideon to stay and not leave the two of them alone, but she couldn’t move. Of all things that could happen to her on the day of the festival, she ran into the one sheep who allowed her to enjoy it the first time she was there – the sheep that was the cause for Bellwether’s entire uprising against the predator community in the first place. But now, she thought, dread flooding in, she’s friends with the same fox that attacked her? She wondered how it was possible after how Gideon treated her as a lamb, but she couldn’t give herself an answer – she was too occupied with the fact that her entire scheme was pointless.
“Bellwether?”
She wondered if Sharla hated her, too.
“…Bellwether?”
It would make sense if she truly befriended a fox of all things.
“Dawn!”
Bellwether was suddenly ripped back into reality with a small yelp and forced to notice the black sheep standing only a few feet away. “Ah, sorry.” She apologized sincerely – she must have been staring, “Sharla, was it?”
“Ah-hah.” She nodded enthusiastically, “And you’re Dawn Bellwether – I suppose you don’t remember me from when we were lambs, huh?”
The white sheep’s ears drooped even lower in shock, her eyes widening behind her large spectacles. “I-I do, actually…” She mumbled in disbelief, “I didn’t expect you to, though.”
“Of course I do!” Sharla chirped before rounding the table to close the gap between them, “You saved me from Gideon, didn’t you? Just like Judy!”
Bellwether could only nod, her jaw visibly slacked. Honestly, she didn’t remember it like that at all – she tried to save the sheep’s beautiful wool from the fox’s sharp claws, but only to be picked on as well – did she remember it wrong? What she recalled was Sharla protecting her in the end.
“And you still tried saving prey afterwards, didn’t you?” She continued when Bellwether stayed quiet, shocking the white sheep even further, “Of course, you got arrested, but you were up to the same old tricks, right?”
Bellwether felt her face grow hot underneath her wool. She couldn’t believe how much Sharla has changed – all in a good ways, too. She was no longer the shy little sheep she used to be; she speaks her mind with confidence – maybe a bit too easily, in fact.
“I tried.” Bellwether spoke, unsure if she should bring up her criminal past, but also not wanting Sharla to add anything more embarrassing, “But I took the wrong approach. I judged all the prey by the few and ended up becoming even worse than that few,” her eyes darkened, “but as soon as I am free to move around as I please, I will try to help again – not just prey, but both predator and prey – and attempt to destroy stereotypes! I’ll stop-“
The moment Bellwehter realized what she was saying, she bit her tongue and fell silent, regret instantly overwhelming her, but unlike what she had expected, Sharla only smiled.
“I think that’s a great plan!” She agreed, forcing Bellwether to grin back at her with relief, but unfortunately, she continued yet again, “but…”
Bellwether’s joy quickly wavered at her crush’s ‘but’ and pause.
“…will you let me help you?” Sharla asked sheepishly – pun intended – and hesitantly held out her hoof, “After how you helped me, I mean.”
Bellwether caught a tint of teasing at the last statement, but she didn’t care. Without wasting a second, she placed her own hoof in her new friend’s own, her green eyes beaming, “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
She secretly wondered if she should tell Sharla that she was her motivation from the very start, but she quickly decided against it – all in good time. Maybe then… they could be more than friends?
Who knew she’d be right about both.
(Requests: OPEN. Picture is mine – it was edited by me.)
~ This is my last Canon Character x Canon Character. I work with Canon Character x Reader from here on out.
“I did NOT mean to lean into you I just saw something okay I SWEAR” “You tried to reach across me but your face got really close to mine and now we’re just staring at each other” Jason and Lucy
Cooking just for you <3
I’m sorry @coffee-randomness I don’t know if she is good at cooking or not but I felt like I read somewhere she wasn’t the best cook (Sorry if I got that wrong but this kind of made me laugh.)
Lucy giggled as she danced around the kitchen grabbing things and putting them into a bowl. Her voice singing loudly with the music. Spilling around she reached out for the salt on the open spice shelf only to collide with a smiling Jason.
“Well hello.”
“I… How long have you been there?”
“Not long.”
“Oh”
They both stood there for a moment looking at each other only a hair’s breadth away. Her eyes studying his large very pleased smile. Taking a step back Lucy could feel her face heating up. This seemed to cause Jason to laugh.
Quickly, as to break herself from the awkward staring contest she was having, Lucy turned to her cake she was making. Quickly she measured out the salt and started stirring it in.
“So what are we making?” Jason asked leaning forward, his breath tickling Lucy’s ear as he dipped his finger in the batter. He cheek almost brushed Lucy as he scooped some of the uncooked food out of the bowl.
Lucy knew she was beet red as she tried to compose herself, “Did you need to get that close?”
“What? I’m just trying your cake,” he said innocently licking his finger. “I wasn’t trying to get close… oh my god this is so BAD!” he choked spinning around to grab a glass of water.
"I did not mean to lean into you I just saw something okay I SWEAR" Jen and Dick please
Here is another young one, when they were dating the first time. (Can’t help it, I’m addicted.)
He had been telling her about something, what? Nothing and everything. Just a stream of consciousness pouring from his mouth as he continued to tell story after story littered with jokes and funny situations. Anything to keep her attention, keep that smile on her face.
He had been gone with the Teen Titans while she had been working with Barbara on a case. (Besides juggling her college classes, of course.) While he was only gone for a few days it felt like weeks.
What can he say, he was addicted to the pretty brunette’s reactions to his stories.
Or maybe he was just addicted to her in general.
Her bright blue eyes flickered from his to something right next to him before her hand shot out leaning forward to catch whatever it was that had stolen her attention. Dick moved back slightly his eyes wide studying her as she pulled away again holding her hand out, the sleeve of her sweater pulled up, a small snowflake resting on the red fibers.
“Look” she cooed, “It’s the first snowfall.” Dick couldn’t help but smile as he moved closer so his nose was almost touching his girlfriend’s cheek.
“Hey, Jen…”
“Huh? Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to get so close.”
“I don’t mind” he whispered before gently kissing her.
“I scraped my knee and now your fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg I will kick you” Dick and Jen
Ok I’m not going to lie, I have been wanting to write some young!Jen and Dick stuff.
“How did you even do this?” Dick said as he dabbed at Jennifer’s scraped knee.
“How did I do this?” she mimicked him, “Very spectacularly.” she giggled her leg twitching. He couldn’t help but smile.
They had been on a late night patrol that had ended in a chase. The thief had run into an old apartment building dashing up the stairs. Robin and Falcon close behind. Then there was a thud behind Dick who turned around to find Jennifer face first on the old wooden stairs. She had looked back up at him face flushed pointing.
“I’m fine, just go get him!” she had cried.
After Robin had apprehended the thief he had gone back down to find Jennifer inspecting the worst looking gash he had ever seen. It may have gone down to the bone but it was hard to tell with all the blood. Blood that ended up getting all over him as he carried her back to the Batcave. It was so bad him having to cut her out of her pants.
She was now sitting on the medical table as he cleaned the wound.
“Try and stay still,” he said his left hand gently running over her leg trying to keep it still. This caused more stifled giggles.
“Well then stop stroking my leg, it tickles.”
“I’m not…”
Another giggled, “I swear, I am going to kick you and it’s not going to be my fault.”
“Ah Master Dick your back…” Dick looked up to see Alfred coming down the stairs, “And what has happened to Miss Jennifer’s pants?”
