#“oh i want flowers” - 2 places with cloudy weather

[neriyon]

Vanilla Gpose Challage - 1: Job

White mage to the rescue~

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I was originally gonna post only this one, but then played around a little more with the light colors and screen tilt and ended up liking the other pic more.

[alexx013]

A/N: Hii, I'm finally posting the second part to the "friend who starts ghosting you" story. Angst -> comfort/fluff Characters: Kaveh, Tighnari TW: bitchy friend Written in: Second person Part 1

Kaveh 

It was a cloudy but warm Wednesday. The gloomy weather definetely didn’t help with the long lectures at Amurta, so it felt like they lasted for days. Today you learnt about some of the unique to Sumeru types of animals and had to write an 10 page essay about one of them. You chose dusk bird and walked to the main area of The Akademiya to get to the House of Daena. If you wanted to do well, you needed a lot of materials that would help you. 

As you walked past the main hall of Akademiya, with the pretty fountain in center you saw your childhood friend – Aarnav with some other people. You used to hang out a lot, but since he decided to join Vahumana you barely talked. He found new friends, and the dark ash-haired boy with his face covered in freckles you knew dissapeared. You walked up to Aarnav and asked: 

“Hii, how’s life? “ 

You didn’t achieve a response however, he looked at you with his nose scrunched from disgust and one raised brow. Then Aarnav walked away, as his friends followed you.  

“Ou, that does hurt” you thought to yourself “I spent all of those years by your side and you..” 

You thought that the best way to clear your thoughts was to go write this essay. You’d be productive and have something else to think. You walked into the House of Daena, now surrounded by millions if not billions of books. The light scent of wood coming from the bookcases and furniture eased you up a little. You made your way towards the section you wanted and picked up a few books. You took out the necessities from your bag: paper, pen, pencil, some sticky notes to brainstorm ideas on where to put something, and got to writing. 

“There are many unique species of animals native to Sumeru. From mammals, even to amphibians. Today I’d like to focus on a species of bird living in the jungles of this nation – Dusk Bird...”  

As hours went by, it was already early night. You still sat slumped on your chair writing the goddamn essay. You still had 2 more pages to write, and it didn’t stop you from thinking about the encounter earlier. You lost 2:0.  

Then you felt a hand on your arm and a slightly worried voice saying: 

“Sweetheart, it’s already late. Why are you still sitting here?” 

You turned around and looked at the owner of the voice – your boyfriend Kaveh. He looked quite pretty in the faint lighting coming from the lamp at the desk, yet you could see dark eyebags caused by him staying up to finish one of his projects again. You stood up and sligthly wincing from the pain in your lower back hugged the male. He was warm and had a slight scent of Mourning Flowers, he held you close by the waist pressing his forehead against yours. Then with a quiet voice, as not to startle you he asked: 

“Hard day?” 

To which you nodded. He took your hand and while gently grasping it pressed a light kiss on your forehead and added.  

“How about we take the homework and go to my house. You look like you need a self-care night. Then tommorow, if you still feel bad we’ll go to your favourite place to clear your mind. Or to Port Ormos” 

To which you replied: 

“But... my homework” 

He shushed you and packed all of your things into your black bag. Then offering you his hand, and holding your bag in the second one, he lead you out of the Akademiya. When you were at the entrance placed between pots with leafy plants on both sides you stopped noticing that it started to rain. When he looked at you in confusion you told him that the weather changed. Both of you started searching around for something that would protect you from the rain. You heard him whining:  

“When did it start to rain? Oh no, I forgot to bring an umbrella ;--;” 

You made a run for it, and 20 minutes later stood outside of his and Alhaitham’s house. The grumpy bookworm opened the door and went back to his book while both of you went inside. You followed Kaveh to his room and took the comfy clothes he picked up, and made your way towards the bathroom to change. You were now wearing a comfy white, oversized shirt and some orange sweatpants. Kaveh joined you in his room few minutes later carrying a light, woven box with a lot of stuff inside. He took out some sheet masks, eye masks, nail polishes, two adorable makeup headbands, a cleanser and a moisturizer. He gave you a froggo one, and put on his one with little lion ears. Then, while handing you the cleanser he asked:  

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

You looked at him, thinking for a while and replied: 

“I don’t know” 

He lightly smiled and said: 

“That’s okay, take as much time as you need. If you want to talk, I’m always here” 

He booped your nose and continued with the self-care routine. The night passed quickly, full of laughter and breaks for cuddling. You even convinced Alhaitam to paint his nails with both of you, somehow. Well, he agreed to only have one nail painted but that’s still a win. Some hours later you fell asleep in your boyfriend’s embrace with a little smile on your face. 

Everything was gonna be okay 

Nari 

It was a cold, rainy day. You roamed around terrain surrounding Gandharva Village fulfilling your duty as a Forest Ranger. You walked on a grassy path as raindrops hit the trees, and then fell onto you ending their journey sinking into the grass. As usual you were tasked with eliminating any monsters nearby which could pose a threat to the village. The monsters that lived in this area were thankfully mostly Fungi and Hillichurls. Those are easy to defeat as opposed to abyss mages, especially since you did not own a vision which could break its shield.  

As you stood at a crossroad you saw a group of Fungi in the distance. You took out your sword and ran towards the enemies. You took the easier ones with a few slashes, while dodging the attacks of the bigger ones. Now that you were left with only two of the more difficult ones to fight you corrected your standing position so it would be easier to land a good hit. But those fuckers decided to fly up, so you reached to your belt with many useful things and chose a few daggers Tighnari made for you, throwing them at the Winged Cryoshroom and Dendroshroom. They fell onto the ground with a huge impact which allowed you to kill them with more ease.  

Some hours later, when you finished your patrol, you stood at the entrance to Gandharva Village. You saw your friend standing on a bridge nearby, talking to someone. He was from Fontaine but moved to Sumeru to live a more peaceful and closer to nature life. He had ashy blonde hair and green eyes, his name was Félix. You happily walked up to him and said: 

“Hiya, long time no see” 

To which he looked at you and then walked away, friends walking behind him. You stood there stunned, that wasn’t the first time it happened, but like why… why?

You decided to go to Tighnari’s hut, he always knew what to do. As you walked inside of his cozy home, filled to brim with books regarding different animal or flower species and healing methods, you smiled slightly. You really liked both this place, because it eased your mind, and its owner. Speaking about the owner, the fennec fox – human hybrid (aka a Valuka Shuna descendant) was sitting on a stool and intensively reading a book with a bottle green cover. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck nuzzling your face in his hair. His ears twiched as he said: 

“Good afternoon, dear” 

He gently grasped your hand drawing little circles on it with his thumb as his tail slightly wagged and then Nari asked: 

“How did the patrol go?” 

You kissed him on top of his head and replied: 

“Mhm, it went okay. But after that…” 

He stood up, putting a bookmark between the pages he was reading and leading you towards his bed (because I don’t think they have the space for couches) making you sit on it. Then he walked up to his tiny stove and poured water into a traditional, ceramic kettle with leaves and flowers drawn on it. Then he looked at you with those soft eyes and asked: 

“What type of tea do you want, dear?” 

To which you replied 

“Anything would be fine. Thank you, Nari” 

Tighnari chose a jar with light green tea leaves and colorful chunks of fruits ranging from green to pinkish red, taking it out of the cupboard and putting it in the tea strainers. Then he hummed as the kettle let out a whistly noise meaning the water was ready. He poured the water into the cup and brought it to you as the liquid inside changed colour from transparent to light brown. He put the cup on his nightstand and said: 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

To which you nodded, as he opened his arms letting you hug him as much as you need. You gently embraced him, resting your chin on his arm as you felt his hands wrapping around you. You took a deep breath and started talking about how your friend, who you have known for quite some time, has become more and more distant lately to the point where he would just ignore you. And you just didn’t know what to do about it, you didn’t want to lose him. When you finished tears were streaming out of your eyes, but it felt good to be finally able to talk about the topic. Tighnari took your face and while swiping your tears with his thumb said: 

“If your friend is abandoning you, it means he wasn’t worth you, dear. Don’t waste any more time trying to save a friendship, which can’t be saved” 

He kissed your nose and reached for the tea he made earlier, giving it to you. He smiled and said: 

“Harra Fruit tea, will make every sadness disappear" 

He hummed, stroking your back as you drank the tea. It was good, the soft notes of fruitiness mixed with the typical green tea taste. When you finished drinking, he set it aside on the nightstand and took your hands in his. He drew lil shapes on them and asked: 

“Dear, why do you always have cold hands? That means that your body is constantly in a survival mode, that’s not good. If you want, you can tuck your hands into my tail” 

To which you happily buried your hands in his fluffy black and green tail. Both of you made yourself comfortable, one leaning on the other and sat there as nothing besides the wind, the rain hitting the windows and gentle voice of Nari reading the book out loud disturbed the evening. 

Soon you forgot about the encounter with your “friend” earlier. 

That didn’t matter anymore 

[momoiiiyume]

i defy you, stars!

gang au limbo x risa wc: 1108 words.

an alt ending to my gang au! tw: suicide, death, blood, unwanted kiss. ===

Risa stares dead into the mirror as various people are doing her makeup. For what? She’s getting married. 

To the wrong man. She’s still in his captivity. She was unsure how she ended up at this point, considering the last time she had just woken up after being knocked out. She must admit he’s hidden her well, considering she’s still here. She’s lost all emotions. Lost hope. Lost will.

Navid ordered that the wedding be pushed up. Wanting to claim her as soon as possible. So she’s here, getting ready for that wedding.

She had just finished her makeup. The stylists walk out of the room without saying a word and in comes her groom. Navid. 

She’s bracing herself. “There are you, my beautiful girl!” She gets up and greets him, devoid of a smile but Navid ignores this. He walks towards her and kisses her. “Last kiss before we get officiated” He smiles, holding her gloved hand. Something she requested and he hadn’t questioned it. “Gosh, how did I get so lucky with you?” 

Risa doesn’t answer it, unsure how to anyway. “After we get married, I booked a honeymoon trip to Europe. Planning a 2-week trip. It’ll be great.” He laughed, gitty on the inside. “Anyway, honey. I’ll see you at the altar.” 

Watching him walk out and making sure he closes the door. She falls to the ground, teary-eyed. “Limbo…!” 

—

Half an hour later, she’s getting ready to walk down the aisle. She was alone. Her father was nowhere in sight. It was only Navid’s side of the family here. Everyone here was a stranger to her. 

She hears the music start again and it’s the classic wedding theme. She struggles to make herself move, to survive this. She looks at Navid at the altar, waiting for her. And then looks down at her flowers.

As she walks with unfamiliar eyes on her, she thinks of what her actual wedding would be with Limbo. It would be nothing like this. Set in a fairy garden-type place. Sunny weather, compared to today when it was cloudy. With her friends and Limbo’s friends too. She wasn’t sure how she could get her father and Limbo to get along. She’d hoped they would cease their rivalry once they got married. It wouldn’t do good for the father and son-in-law to fight all the time.

Oh my god, she misses him so much. If there was some miracle that-

“RISA!!!”

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard her name being called behind her. She could cry.

“L…Limbo…?” She quietly said, looking at the man who invaded her thoughts. “Is that really you?” 

She picked up her dress and started walking to him, but just before she could…

“Stop them!” Navid’s commanding voice boomed in the venue as hundreds of his men moved to attack Limbo as well as a few of Limbo’s men.

The audience panicked and ran as they tried to not get in the crossfire as some bullet had gone off already.

Hearing gunfire, she ducked down to avoid getting hit. Oh god, what is happening?

She had her hand covering her face before she felt a hand hold hers. It was familiar to her. “Limbo?” 

“Risa, come on. Let’s run!” He said before pulling her up and starting to run out of the church. She followed his pace and tried to run as fast as she could. 

Navid, noticing his bride had been stolen away from his enemy, took hold of a nearby gun and with no hesitation shot at the runaway couple.

Risa screamed as she felt something cold and piercing on her side. Limbo heard her scream, “Risa?! Are you okay? What happened??” She held a hand at the wound to stop the bleeding. “Uhm… I think he-” She didn’t want him to worry about her. The priority was to get away from Navid and his cohorts. “Nothing. Keep running!”

Limbo was suspicious of her answer but still ran.

It seemed like they’d run forever as it was already nighttime. 

Satisfied with the distance between them and Navid and no henchmen had caught up to them, they took a breather at a church on a hill. It was quiet and abandoned as though it hadn’t been used in years. 

Limbo placed her gently on a decayed pillar. “Are you okay, Risa?” He scanned her before his eyes locked on the bullet wound on her side. “Fuck! He got you.” He growled. “I’m sorry, Risa.”

She was tired and out of a breath, just not from the running. “Don’t apologize, Limbo… It’s not your fault.”

Limbo got out some gauze to stop the bleeding but she had already lost a lot of blood. Her wedding dress was covered in blood. “No… It is! You never would’ve been shot if I had found you earlier. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She let out a chuckle. “I’m just glad I get to see you one…last time…” She reached a hand to touch his face. “I… I missed you so much… Limbo… You don’t… kn–”

She was slurring and slowing her words. He could see the light fading in her eyes. “Risa? Risa!?” 

His breath accelerated. Tugging at the hand that was on his face. It was getting colder. “Risa. Don’t leave me. Keep speaking to me!” His eyes were piercing with tears. “Risa, please don’t leave me. Please don’t die. You can’t die on me like this.” 

Risa smiled one last time, having a slow giggle. “I love…yo-”

“No!” Limbo hugged her body, her cold, deceased body. “Please wake up. I can’t live without you. Please fucking wake up, Risa!” 

God, please let this be a fucking nightmare and wake him up.

–

Limbo groans awake as he felt water droplets on his face. When did he sleep? He must’ve passed out after witnessing… Oh god, right. 

Limbo looks around the area and it seemed like it was raining. Fitting as he looked to his right and there lay a girl, his girl, who looked like she was just sleeping. Still and silent. She was in a wedding dress. But it wasn’t for him. He couldn’t manage to save her and that guilt plagued him.

To be unable to see that beauty again… He can’t bear the thought. He looked at her once more. “I truly… don’t think I can live without you…” He took out his knife from his back sheath. “I want to be with you again, even in death. See you later…”

With that, he plunged that knife into his heart and collapsed beside her, waiting for death to take him as well.

[corpse-husband-simp]

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@struggling-with-time Read here. Dinner for two (at Home) 28/10/20. Translucent 28/10/20. Cuddle time 28/10/20 Outfit for the day 28/10/20 Movie night (horror movie) 28/10/20 Can i have my sweater back? 28/10/20 Size difference and snuggles 28/10/20 Dont turn green on me now 28/10/20 Sykkunos biggest simp 28/10/20 Rainy days 29/10/20 Dog parks are a good place 29/10/20 Penpals from across the sea 29/10/20 Cloudy afternoons 30/10/20 Stressful streaming 30/10/20 Comfort 30/10/20 YouTube video (ASMR) 31/10/20 Blind date 31/10/20 Halloween party 31/10/20 YouTube singer!reader 01/11/20. Cuddles 01/11/20 Funny S/O 01/11/20 Ocular migraines 01/11/20 Kitten calling 02/11/20 Our cat child, our precious son 02/11/20 Gifted collar 02/11/20 Suprise song 03/11/20 Fun fact 03/11/20. Comedian 03/11/20. Cat Girl 03/11/20 Ruben moves in 03/11/20 Painter 04/11/20. Lost connection 04/11/20 Lost connection 2 06/11/20. Cousin of a cousins wedding 07/11/20. Pokis friend 08/11/20. Pokis friend 2 08/11/20. Bedside confessions 08/11/20. Uncertainties 08/11/20. Working together 08/11/20 Among us promises 08/11/20 Spilled tea 09/11/20 Stuffed animals 10/11/20. Dungeons and dragons 10/11/20 Corpses brother 12/11/20. Off cam kisses 12/11/20. Being corpses sister hc 12/11/20

Mothers arent always the best 12/11/20 Soft voices 13/11/20. Shy reader 13/11/20. Without you Im just a sad song 14/11/20. Actress/actor reader 14/11/20. Faceless YouTuber reader 14/11/20. Reader owning an etsy. 14/11 Simping for 2 16/11/20. 💙 One last time 16/11/20n.💙 Nightmare 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@corpserose Read here. Mornings 28/10/20. Paint my nails 31/10/20 Snack time 02/11/20 Home 04/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@shelswrites Read here. The Sound of a voice 28/10/10. 💙 Blurb 28/10/20.💙 Livestreams 28/10/20💙 Q and a 29/10/20 💙 Famous!singer reader 29/10/20 💙 Fight 29/10/20 💙 Tall!reader 30/10/20💙 Hand 30/10/20 💙 Nicknames 30/10/20💙 Roommate 30/10/20 💙 Nicknames 30/10/20 💙 First night at corpses House 31/10/20 💙 Painting nails 31/10/20 💙 The feel of a touch 31/10/20💙 Playing with his hair 01/11/20 💙 Period 01/11/20 💙 24 hour livestream 01/11/20💙 Corpse in maid dress 01/11/20 💙 Knitted blanket 02/11/20💙 Dyeing eachothers hair 02/11/20 💙 Taking Care of his hair 02/11/20 💙 Playing with his hands 03/11/20 💙 Sharing clothes 03/11/20💙 Bisexual 03/11/20 💙 Imposter duo 03/11/20💙 Cat ears for corpsie 04/11/20💙 Holding grugdes 04/11/20 💙 Laying on Your lab 05/11/20💙 Studying 05/11/20💙 Helping him with his anxiety 05/11/20💙

Laying on Your chest 05/11/20 💙 Eyeliner 06/11/20 💙 Plus size s/o 06/11/20💙 Your hands 07/11/20💙 Putting eyeliner on him 07/11/20💙. Corpse failing at cooking 08/11/20.💙 Eyeliner and skirt 08/11/20. 💙 Cooking 09/11/20 💙 Like real people do 09/11/20.💙 Sleepy corpse 09/11/20. 💙 Comforting him 10/11/10.💙 Blushy corpsie 10/11/20💙 Holiday 13/11/20. 💙 Tired corpse laying in Your lap 13/11/20. 💙 Corpse having a bad day 14/11/20 💙. Bf not gf 16/11/20.💙 Long distance 16/11/20. 💙 Making a yt Channel together 16/11/20.💙 Playing and answering questions 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@rxvenclawwriting Read here. The aftermath of scary videos 28/10/20. Internet trolls 29/10/20 Sketched conffesions 02/11/20 Tiktok famous 03/11/20 Just a slip of the tongue 04/11/20 The Challenge of Touch 05/11/20 Q and a 14/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@imjustpeachyme Read here. Bumpy roads and broken promises 28/10/20. The mirror always lies 01/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ruby-lavorre Read here. Ramen 29/10/20. Dating corpse HC 30/10/20 Dating corpse HC 2 31/10/20 Holding out 01/11/20 Best friends hc 05/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@rock-c Read here. Kandi 30/10/20. Shortstack 30/10/20 The bassist 30/10/20 Movie marathons 01/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@b-star-wonder Read here Headcanon 30/10/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@moonlightsimp Read here. Cuddles headcanon 01/11/20.💛 Choose me 03/11/20 Simp 05/11/20 Needy 06/11/20 Shower feels 10/11/20 Social media au 13/11/20🧡 Social media au 13/11/20 🧡 Moving in 14/11/29 Pretty baby 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@anata-e-no-izon Read here. A Big whoopsie 25/10/20. Rivalry 30/10/20. Ignorant opinions 09/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@antisocial-dumb-ass Read here. Sleepy time phone Call 02/11/20. 💙 The impostor among us 02/11/20. 💙 Cuddle time 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@bibliofilia Read here Ships passing in the night 03/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@reaperxrex Read here. sunkissed 29/10/20. First fights 29/10/20. Sports star 03/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@withcolebrock Read here Full of suprises 05/11/20. Close Your eyes 06/11/20 Distracted 12/11/20 Amazingly beautiful 15/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@souljoon Read here. Sweet 05/11/20. Infatuated 05/11/20 Whats up baby 07/11/20 Roommates 09/11/20 Roommates in among us 10/11/20 Mutual pining roommates 12/11/20 Comfort 15/11/20 💙. Not making fun of you 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@impala-1979 Read here. Dead 05/11/20. Their life had barely begun 08/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@abluecorpserose Read here. Pretty boy 25/10/20. S/o with Anime voice 06/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@the-writings-of-a-simp Read here. Roommate 04/11/20. Corpse in a skirt 05/11/20. Rainy cuddles 06/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@marvelfreakbrynnlee Read here. The elf in the café 07/11/20. The elf in the café 2 10/11/20 The elf in the café 3 15/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@syukkunii Read here. Cuddles hc 09/11/20. Corpse flirting during livestream 11/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@pepinotpepe Read here. Wildflower 08/11/20. Wildflower 2 08/11/20. Wildflower 3 09/11/20. Wildflower 4 11/11/20 Wildflower 5 12/11/20 💙 Wildflower 6 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@auramindedd Read here. Oneshot 08/11/20. 💜 AccidenTell 10/11/20💙 First meet 11/11/10 💜 Under the weather 13/11/20💙 Period pain cuddles 13/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@takenbyheartstrings Read here. Burden 10/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@the-winter-sxldier-posts Read here. Moments 12/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@glxwingbakugo Read here Takeout and horror movies 12/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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@nekomacam Read here. Not even okay 13/11/20 🧡 Not even okay 2 14/11/20 🧡 Not even okay 3 17/11/20 🧡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@thotasshoebitch Read here. I know you did not just grab my Boob 15/11/20💙 Rain on me 16/11/20💙. My hair 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[theboysfanfic]

Red Roses | PART 4

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8

18 + only. This story will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read it.

Homelander X F!Reader

Notes: Vibes for this part from the Blaqk Audio lyrics  'She said no one's ever sent me flowers. As the tears filled her eyes, with her tears she denied them.'

Warnings : 18 + only. Fluffy and angsty.

Words: 2,571

Song:  Blaqk Audio - First To Love 

CREDITS: Gifset X by @fibu. Homelander X & Rose X dividers by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS

John,

I had a great time with you, I know you need the company and I wanted yours. I understand, so I'm not terribly offended. You're careful and so you know that I can be, I want to be, more than company? Because I'm being careful with you, and last night was about that, I hope you know. And maybe you won't want to keep me out of the building.

Y/N

Hitting send, you pull up the weather forecast and snap it into split view on your screen. Your nylons are gliding as you cross your legs under your swivel chair.

Clear skies.

Clear skies.

Cloudy with sunshine.

Clear skies.

Ugh. It looks like the worst is just rain on Saturday. No storms coming in.

You find yourself too distracted to work, you're daydreaming about the weather turning sour.

Homelander. John.

So you can text him.

What will you text him? - John. It's that type of weather. No not that.

What if it was a weekend would he be in his suit? Would I get to see him out of it? Well, wait he already promised, teased that I could see him out of it. Oh my God is this really happening? He said he wants to get me out of my wet clothes. He said, if he gets me wet.

This isn't helping you work at all. And you're feeling tingly, agitated.  Your office chair is now too dangerous to sit on the way you're swivelling on it. You can't work. Leaving your desk you pace up and down the windows in your office, biting your nails.

Ashley walks in, stands there in front of everyone, speaking loudly.

'Y/N' she calls out to you. ‘Homelander asked me to hand deliver these to you.’

She's holding a box of expensive looking chocolates tied with a gift ribbon, in red and blue. Office staff peek over their desks to see what it is he sent to you, the women especially, whispering to each other as you stand at the end of the room flooded by daylight.

Ashley eyes you up as you take the box from her.

'He says to put these on your desk.' in disbelief as she stomps away but the chatter from the ladies doesn't stop.

Wow. It's a beautiful gold and white gift box and you can't wait to see what the chocolates are like. You're now walking with it under your arm to your desk past employees. He really made sure to make it a point for everyone to notice they are from him. You place them on your desk like an accessory, and it takes a bit of time to shuffle some stationary to make room but you now have a point of interest on your desk for the women to envy.

You haven't spoken to Homelander or seen him all day. As you finish your work day, it's that ambient golden light a while before sunset, through the gigantic Vought windows while you tidy away your things. You haven't received an email back from Homelander and you are a little disappointed.

You know he's staying in his apartment at Vought so he should still be here. He hasn't come out to you, and you haven't heard from him, so you won’t go looking for him. Was your message sent at the wrong time? Has he not understood what you meant? You try to push the thoughts away, but something else is creeping up. What if he doesn't care to reply, but the gift was just for show? You tell yourself to stop it. To relax.

On your way through the downstairs lobby, your heels clicking on the marble floor, you are about to walk past before you realise and look.

'Hey!' he stops you. He's been leaning against the wall, a hand on his hip, he's smiling a sweet smile at you. 'Let me to walk you to your car?'

A wave of relief hits you, confirming you were starting to spiral toxic thoughts.

'Hey'! Of course.' you smile back.

He leans away from the wall, and makes a point of offering his hand to you stopping and holding still, smiling until you take his hand. People are still milling around the lobby and you're not alone here. You take his hand slowly, he laces his fingers with yours dropping his arm swinging it forward, starting to walk you out.

He looks pleased with the stares you are both getting.

'I don't want you to be kicked out of the building.’

He continues, 'You're not the average girl that throws herself at me. And I had to wait a long time to be sure I could ask you. He says with a hint of a raised eyebrow.

‘Wait, you mean you, when was the last time you decided to ask anyone ?’

‘Not since Maeve.’ His tone turns tense and direct.

‘OK, I won't ask about her, but, can I ask..’ you look to him for approval.

‘Go on.’ he says.

‘Have you ever dated someone without powers?’

He is silent for a while.

‘I'm sorry John, you don't have to answer that.’

‘No it's, um, I don't know.’

‘You haven’t..? Wait this means something right?

‘John, that's OK. But you don't know? I'm not...I don't know what you need.’ Ending the sentence quietly.

He squeezes your hand as you approach your car. You face him and he holds open the car door for you when you click your keys. 

There something in his eyes that looks to you like discomfort or regret.

‘I know you can give me what I need.’ He still looks serious. ‘You've been great, you know. I can't, um, I can't think of a time when I had, when someone...they only pretended.’

‘A woman who wasn't a supe pretended to care for you? You ask carefully. I'm sorry..'

He holds onto your hand a bit longer.

‘Thank you for the chocolates, John.’ 

He nods and scrunches his face, seeing you off before turning to Vought as you drive away.

-

You keep the box of chocolates on your desk for the rest of the week and into the next. You had your doubts about his intention but you like the look of the rich blue and red ribbon on your desk. Only yours. Only for you. 

You sometimes get up to walk around secretly eavesdropping in on whispers to see if any of them are about you and Homelander.

‘How did she manage..?’ one woman says to another. 

‘He’s so dismissive of us, and she’s not like him.‘

‘I thought he runs in his own circles, not with employees.’

‘Do they have an arrangement?’

‘Is she..’

‘..he wouldn’t’

‘it must be something else...’

You text him on his work number. 

- Hey John, can you come into the office?

It’s not long before the whispers are shut down. Homelander walks into the room where you work. Shoulders back. Poised.

You look at him from across the room.

He strolls, and stops mid way to you. Some women look up from their desks but pretend to keep working. 

He comes up to you. You bite into a gooey caramel centre. 

‘Are you ok?’ he asks. 

‘Uh uh. John look..’ you gesture to your screen. You type out - ‘it’s a bit gossipy in here, they keep whispering things about us. I just wanted to shut them up.’

A grin fills his face, the type of smile you know he does when he’s about to whip someone verbally. 

You’re suddenly flooded from watching his expression. You twist on your chair and prop your face up by your temple. 

Did he just notice my heart beat out of time? With his smile still on, his eyes go to your waist briefly, looking back up to yours with something bubbling behind them, a slight movement of his eyelashes in a half squint.

‘And I get to see your eyes.’ your voice quiet. 

He licks the roof of his mouth. Grazing his tongue across the corner of his top lip. You notice his very slight stubble over the texture of his skin. The glisten of his tongue again.

'John stop.'  You find yourself saying out loud.

He snaps his eyes to you in a double take, then pauses. Smiles with his chin in the air.

‘That’s how I want it.’ he says. His eyes are an incredible shade of blue in this light.

He reluctantly turns away from you towards into the centre of the office.

He turns pointing a finger at you. 

'Come with me Y/N. We need you for an important opinion.’ 

You just watch him from your desk, logging off and following his flowing cape between the desks, out of the room.

He turns to you in the hallway once you're clear of employees and smirks, his eyes a curious sparkle, he tilts his shoulders in a playful way as he walks, almost swaying under his own amusement. ‘So..what did happen?’

‘Uh, oh you know, just gossip and whispers.’

‘But you called me to come in. It must have been worse than that?’ he questions. Side eyeing you every so often checking on your body language.

‘Well yes, it's..talk,and um, I did think it would be fun to see you.’

He smiles a wide smile. 

‘But umm, what talk, did they upset you?’ He's leading you to the lifts pressing down for ground floor.

His palm gently reaching out for your back to guide you into the lift and he leans against the bar. He’s watching you closely. 

‘Well, it's , its that, ..um there was just a bunch of negative stuff about me being, not a match for you. But they were jealous all of them.’

He leans off the wall stepping up to you, touching the side of your face as he looks down at you. The lift making your closeness more exaggerated. 

‘Well they don't know me do they?’ he lifts his chin in the air. You're not sure if he's going to get angry. 

‘They..’ he pauses between each word, taking the time to examine your face every time he does it. ‘Can’t, know. They never will.’  The intensity in his eyes is growing as he strokes your face with his glove. ‘But you. You can. Do you want to know me Y/N?’

You stand mesmerised by him in the tight space of the lift, forgetting the doors have opened and people are waiting to get in. 

Homelander removes his hand slowly, simply asking. ‘Come with me.’ Then filtering you through the crowd outdoors as he takes your hand. 

‘I've got something for you, in my trailer it’s a surprise.’

You walk up to the door, him leading you, his back to the room. ‘Look at me, look at me!’ he smiles a huge smile and you are definitely distracted by his gleaming teeth and sparkling, smiling eyes.

He backs up to the counter, lets your hands go and places his, on his hips, blocking your view.

‘I bought something for you.’ He tells you. 

He moves to one side, revealing the stunning bouquet behind him. Sumptuous red petals make up the dozen rose bouquet sitting on the counter, topped with delicate ocean spray and a handwritten note tucked in between. All the flowers sit snug and picture perfect. 

‘John..’ you move closer and take the card out. ‘These are...’ you place your hands over your face. ‘These are beautiful!’ 

You hug the bouquet and bury your face into the scented petals. Tears start streaming down and you don't want to pull away from the bouquet because he will see. You keep your face buried in the roses letting the sweet smell wash over you to try to compose yourself. As you to pull away, Homelander sees wet eyes because he looks at you with concern.  

You run out of the door, and sit on the step. He's seen you now and running isn't helping, but you can't stop crying and it’s embarrassing.

'Hey' he says gently. 'What's wrong?' he kneels in front of you, searching your face.

'I'm sorry' wiping your face, tear trails streaming. 'This is so silly. I'm sorry..no one's ever sent, ever sent me flowers. ..But, you have.' You're sobbing.

John looks worried, he's trying to bring his hands to your face, but he's holding them mid air. 'Did I do something to upset you?' he asks.

You look up at him at that moment, his gentleness coming through. In this man you adore, like you've never heard of before. And you certainly didn’t expect to see it for yourself these past few weeks. Not from all the accounts of him, not from experience dealing with PR issues at Vought. Oh my God. No one has ever bought me flowers, the one man that does , it's Homelander. He can be intensely cruel, but that's not all of him. He hasn’t been cruel to me.

Your wide eyed, watery eyes burst into tears again.

'I..I'm sorry no. I. Have to go.' You try to get away from him, away from the trailer, for some space somewhere quiet.

..

You hear him land in front of you, he strides up to you grabbing you by the shoulders, squinting, teeth clenched and jaw tense.  

He looks at the ground, takes a breath and looks back up at you. ‘You started crying when you saw the bouquet. What did I do wrong?’

‘John..you didn’t’.’

‘Yes I did. I sent chocolates to your desk and those idiots ruined everything. Putting ideas into your head.’

Homelander takes your hands in his carefully, ‘You know you're going to have to get used to that.’

‘John I’m scared,.. but I care about all of you. Not just Homelander, but John too. I want to know you.’

‘I don’t want you scared. Of me or anything.’ He wipes your wet cheek with the back of his hand.

‘Will you come with me to the backdrop again like before?’

Yes, John. But wait, can we get the roses first?’

‘Wait here. I’ll get them.’ 

..

When he comes back with a swoosh, roses under his arm, he scoops you up by his side, and into the air. Landing on the vantage point, he has his arm around your waist.

‘I want you to be.' He pauses.’ I want you with me.’ 

‘With you how? Is this about how you want other men to see me?’

He flashes you a sideways looks but stays calm.

‘I don't want them to see you without thinking of Homelander. Need them to know that you're with me.’

‘And not a PR thing? Or are they pairing us for events?’

‘Come on now, do you trust me? I need you to trust me,’ his nose scrunches at that as he speaks to you calm and slow with a danger to his voice. He squeezes you up to him hip against hip. 

‘I want us to be a couple.’ He says.

You freeze.

‘We should get together. Do you want that?’

‘I really do, John.’ you reach for the rose bouquet, taking it out from Homelander’s arm, sniffing the petals then cradling it in your arms, while John hugs you tight in the evening twilight. 

With his gravelly voice, John says ‘By the way, there’s a storm coming.’ 

You snuggle your head further into his chest.

💙🩹 Masterlist

Thank you for reading.

[joheun-saram]

To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 04

Chapter 4: Cigarette Confetti

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Summary- Y/N and Namjoon get closer as their relationship develops. Also, Y/N suddenly gets too many instagram followers

word count- 8.6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances, discussion of mindset post unwanted advances, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m. receiving), hickeys

a.n- okay so this chapter is finally done! Thank you for your patience!! It took me a long time to write the scene with Mr Li because I had to pull from my own experience and that was uncomfy - but I hope you like it. Also, there’s a time skip so keep an eye out for that. Also also, can I just say I love writing this character of Namjoon lol this character is my ideal boyfriend material LMFAO.

Hey Alexa, can you fall in love with your own fictional character? Asking for a friend. Thanks.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach​, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut​, @rjsmochii​, @jinjccns, @joyful-jimin

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Good morning, Y/N. Today you have four appointments on your calendar. Your first three appointments are as follows. At 7:30am, you have “Morning stand up with Harry (Cancelled)”, at 12:00pm, you have “Jiyoung Gala Update Lunch”, at 2:00pm, you have “Quarterly Sales Meeting”. The weather in Seoul today is 24 degrees and cloudy. Playing BTS on Spotify.

Namjoon wakes up with a start, Jimin’s airy vocals flowing through the room. He’s confused as to why someone in the dorm was playing their old album. About to scream at whoever (probably Taehyung) was playing the music, he opens his eyes to find your face next to his. It takes him a few seconds to realize where he is, and his face breaks into a goofy grin as he recalls the events of the night before. His arm was numb where you lay on it, your arms around his waist, legs tangled together and he traced his fingers on your side in an effort to wake you up.

He could see you stir as you groggily opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile that made his heart race. He reached to stroke your face, as you hummed an apology and politely asked your alarm to be quiet. Seems that you were nice even to your robots.

“Sorry about that. Work day, you know?” you shrugged as you snuggled closer. Namjoon couldn’t help chuckle as you yawned into his bare chest that erupted in goosebumps at the sensation. He gently pulled your chin towards him to kiss you good morning. Your face was puffy with sleep, your cheeks squished where they lay on the pillows, and watching you was so adorable that he wanted to wake up next to you everyday. 

“You play my music in the morning?” He was elated. Just like the night you met when you accidentally sang him his song, he felt his heart soar. The fact that you woke up everyday to the words he wrote made him not only happy but oddly motivated. It was like he wanted to just run out of bed and write another album so you could have more music to wake up to. 

He watched your face turn red at his comment and he couldn’t help but capture your lips in another lazy kiss, his hand soothingly circling your back under your t-shirt, well, his t-shirt. He wanted you to know that there was nothing to be embarrassed by. If only you knew how his heart raced at the discovery.

“That… that’s for research… you know to get to know you?” you were stumbling over your words and he couldn’t help but pull you closer. You were so cute when you were bashful.

“Mhmm... sure...” He hummed, amused. Hey, just because he didn’t want you to feel awkward doesn’t mean that he couldn’t still tease you. 

“Okay fine. I like your music okay? You’ve converted me to your cult.” You huffed, pouting your lips, and Namjoon burst out laughing.

“What’s your favourite song?”

“Is this a test?” You looked incredulous, as you looked up at him from the crook of his shoulder. Your hands were resting on his chest, and everywhere your fingers traced their aimless patterns left behind warmth under his skin.

“Hmm.. yes. You better get it right.” It wasn’t really a test, but Namjoon would be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly curious as to which song caught your eye.

“Can I google it?”

“Wait… you’re gonna google… what your favourite song is?” He had not expected this answer. He felt himself deflate a little, his smiling falling. He supposed you were a new fan, maybe you didn’t remember the title and wanted to look up the lyrics, but you could just ask him, he’d know better than google, surely.

“Yes. I’m gonna google which song you didn’t write and say that one cause your ego is getting too big for this bed.” You booped his nose as you burst out laughing, and he couldn’t stop himself from joining along, his earlier worries disappearing. You always surprised him, and it makes him crave what you’ll say next.

“You’re so evil!” he teased as he tickled your sides, making you laugh and roll around your bed. After a few minutes of your protests, he stopped, now positioned over you. Your eyes were beautiful as they look up at his, tears of mirth lining the corners and breathless from your laughter, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again, molding his lips to your soft ones. He loved that your arms automatically went around his waist as you pulled him closer and deepen the kiss, tracing your tongue with his. He kissed you like that for a few minutes, just relishing being in your presence. Your hands were resting on his chest now, thumbs grazing his nipples, making him shudder. It’s like everytime he kissed you, you put him under a spell and he wanted nothing more than to consume you. How was it that you smell like vanilla and flowers even in the morning? Did you just naturally smell like a fresh garden?

“Good morning” He whispered between his kisses, gazing at you softly.

“Good morning” you responded before closing the distance again and kissing him with passion. He could get used to this.

His hand moved under your shirt to cup your chest, rolling your nipple playfully as he continued to kiss you. Your moan went straight from your lips to his dick as he couldn’t help but roll his hips against yours, craving the friction. Your hands went from his chest to palming him over his boxers and the touch made him groan. He was so incredibly turned on and you had barely even touched him. You were going to be the death of him. 

He let you carry on your ministrations as he kissed your neck, enjoying your mewls as he reached what he has realized is your sensitive spot, right where your neck meets your shoulder. He could see the marks he left last night and couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest. He shouldn’t be so turned on by the bruises he left, but he can’t help his kinks. It proved to him that he didn’t imagine last night.

He was slightly taken aback as you slipped your hand in his underwear and started stroking him. He moaned against your neck as pleasure shot through him. 

“Want to make you feel good.” you murmured next to his ear, your kisses on his neck making him flush. “Lay back…” He wanted to let you but he wanted to make you feel good first, hear you screaming his name as he made you come undone. He one upped you by placing his own hand in your panties, groaning at how wet you were for him.

“You first.” He said, more sternly than he intended but he didn’t notice as you rut your hips against his hand. Your hand didn’t stopped stroking him and if he was honest it was making him lose his concentration. He removed his hand from your underwear, ignoring your whines, as he stilled your hand, pinning it over your head.

“No… I wanna taste you… Please?” You looked at him with your eyes wide and he was powerless to your pleading. He held his ground though, not letting you take control. Not until you mewled another please and pushed against his chest. He laid back against the pillows as you straddled him, kissing him deeply before making your way down his body. You kissed his chest leaving a light mark near his heart that made him sigh. He was sure that mark was deeper than it looks as his heart beat faster the closer you get to his dick. You kissed his belly before kissing down his clothed length making him groan deeply.

“Baby, stop teasing before I make you stop.” He was testing the waters, grinning when he saw you sit up immediately, biting your lip before pulling his boxers down to his thighs, following his orders. He hissed as you kissed his throbbing head, before immediately taking him in your mouth. It felt unbelievably good, your soft tongue lapping at his length as your cheeks hollow. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and almost lost it when you looked straight in his eyes, taking him as deep as you can. You moaned around him and the sensation made heat travel through his body. His hand found purchase in your hair as you bobbed on him, making him grunt loudly, losing his senses as he guided your head at a pace of his liking.

“Stop Y/N… stop… I’m gonna cum…” He moaned as he pulled your hair, a little too aggressively, making you whine around him. You released him with a loud pop.

“Cum in my mouth, baby” you were smirking at him as if you knew the effect you were having on him. Of course you knew, it was obvious by how loud he was breathing. His cock twitched in your hand at your comment, and he decided to let you have your fun, mentally noting to make you beg for him next time. 

“Oh fuck… You’re so good to me baby” he panted as you once again started sucking him off. You were more enthusiastic this time, the sounds of your mouth ricocheting off the walls as you sucked him while your hand played with his balls, cupping them, making him see stars. He couldn’t take it anymore and with a loud grunt, he announced his end and felt his balls draining into your mouth. He watched from under his arm that rested on top of his face as you swallowed him, licking the remains off him as if he was the best popsicle you’ve tasted. It made him lose his mind, the sight making him moan softly.

You made your way back to him and as you laid on the pillows with a satisfied grin, he kissed you slowly, making sure you could feel his gratitude for what may have been the best blowjob he’s experienced.

“Sorry if I pulled your hair too hard.” He apologized as he stroked your head gently, one hand cupping your face.

“Don’t worry about it. I like it rough.” Although he had literally just cum, he felt the blood rush downwards again at your words.

“Fuck… You’re gonna kill me, you know?” He said as he kissed you again, fiercely, his hands ripping your panties off, relishing your gasp. He was determined to make you cum.

And he did, twice, once in bed and once in the shower. 

As you were getting dressed in front of the mirror in your closet, he heard you gasp.

“Oh my god Joon! What the fuck?” Worriedly, he entered the closet, his jeans half undone and looked at you dressed in your pants and bra staring at yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, as he moved closer to you.

“You animal! There’s like no concealer in the world to cover these!” You frowned, your mouth turning into a cute pout as you poke the hickeys that litter your neck and chest. He couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork as he hugged your waist from behind placing his head on your shoulder and kissing the mark on your neck.

“I’m sorry baby” His face however has no trace of apology as he grinned against your skin, feeling the blush that started at your neck.

“Fuck… I hate turtlenecks” you turned around in his arms, your hands going around his neck as you pouted at him exaggeratedly, and he wanted to go for another round. The power you had over him was overwhelming. 

“I bet you look really good in a turtleneck.” He captured your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips. He knew both of you had to get back to the real world soon but he just wanted to hole up in your room all day, all week, all year, just ravishing you.

You were interrupted by your phone ringing as you answered it on a speaker that rings through somewhere in your closet. He really has to ask you how many speakers you have in this place sometime.

“Hi, this is Y/N.” You spoke, your voice cold and formal and he was kind of taken aback by the change of your tone as you pushed his lips off your shoulder gently, still encircled in each other’s arms.

“Y/N! Are you okay? It’s 7:25… You’re never late!” He heard a familiar voice through the speaker although he couldn’t quite place it.

“Sorry Siwon! I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’m going to work from home this morning. I’ll come by around lunch for the meeting with Jiyoung though!” He brightened up at that comment, his grip around your waist tightening at the prospect of more time with you. 

“Sick? Sure, sure… Tell Namjoon I said hi!” He watched your jaw drop as you awkwardly started coughing involuntarily. He kneould he shouldn’t but he can’t help tease you as a “Hey, man” escaped his lips, making you swat at him, signalling him to shut up.

“Oh shit. Am I on speaker?” Siwon audibly gasped into the phone and Namjoon burst out laughing, enjoying your reaction as you quickly bid goodbye.

“Okay, no coffee for you!” You huffed as you put on a t-shirt and make your way to the kitchen.

“Aww… babe!” Namjoon whined as he followed you, tugging his own shirt on to find you pouring steaming coffee into your mug. “Wait how did you make that so quick?”

He watched you smirk as you sipped on your coffee, making a show of how delicious it was, before you relented and pour him one.

“Magic.” You said smugly and he made a mental note to get you to teach him your tricks for his own house.

After breakfast, you spent the morning snuggling on the couch and reading the news, the easy domesticity of the moment not lost on Namjoon. Usually he wouldn’t even stay the night, but it seems like you made him break all the rules without even trying. He wondered why that was, why he was so drawn to you in such a short time. No one he had been with in the past made him feel this way, at least not only a week into knowing them.

“What are you thinking about?” you broke him out of his reverie. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring across the room. He didn’t know how much time had passed.

“This…” He gestured between the two of you, watching your eyes follow his hand from where your head rested against his chest.

“What? You’ve never read the news before?” You pointed at the iPad that the two you were meant to be reading from.

“You know what I mean…” He trailed off rubbing his neck, unsure why he even began the conversation. He should’ve just lied and said something funny.

“Sorry… I tend to use humour when I’m uncomfortable...” You got up from where you were leaning against him to sit upright on the couch, gaze averted. 

“You’re uncomfortable?” His eyes widened as he tried to figure out why. Sure this all seemed to move way too fast, but you seemed to have found a rhythm with him this morning. He was slightly panicked that he had misread that. The thought that being around him made you uncomfortable made his heart drop to his knees.

“No… and that makes me uncomfortable” He watched you as you fiddled with the rips in your jeans. Your answer made him relax, pushing aside some of his worries. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling lost with this new found comfort was oddly calming.

“I know what you mean. This seems… too easy, right?” He reached over to stop your fidgeting hands.

“Yeah… but I’m no expert. My last relationship was like three years ago” You shrugged. 

“What happened? I mean… if you want to tell me” 

“Yeah… it just didn’t work out. I was too busy for him sometimes and he couldn’t understand. He blamed me for not prioritizing our relationship. I was just starting out though… it was… hard” Your smiled at him sheepishly, a little melancholy behind your eyes, that made him want to hug it away.

“I get that. I had a lot of relationships that ended up the same way.” He thought about all his past partners, all the fights that led to nowhere because he couldn’t find time in his schedule to even resolve them. All the times he would receive an angry text and not be able to respond till hours later which only exacerbated the problems. All his exes that told him he was too self-centered, too narcissistic for focusing on his career, and for a long time he believed them, the guilt kept him up nights on end.

“Koren dating is also harder than Canadian dating,” you joked. He could sense you were trying to lighten the mood again, and he intertwined your fingers where they rested on your knee, before playing along.

“Wow… did you just stereotype my entire country?” 

“Oops?” You chuckled lightly, your eyes brightening as you shrugged. “What about your last relationship?”

“It was about a year ago. We worked together, but we didn’t work together. There wasn’t really a reason. It just kind of… fizzled out. Although I think I was to blame.” He didn’t know how you’d react to this and he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Why do you say that?” You leaned closer, and he could surprisingly feel his nerves melting away at your proximity.

“I just would forget to keep her updated on my life. I know it sounds terrible.”

“Nah. It just sounds human. You weren’t in love.” His eyes widened at your response. He knew now that what he felt then wasn’t love but in the moment he had thought she was the one. Well, until she wasn’t.

“I thought I was” He admitted with a shrug.

“I don’t think you’d forget her if you were.” You were looking at him now, smiling slightly, your eyes shining as your thumb rubbed soothing circles on his. Somehow again, you had managed to sound poetic without meaning to - he didn’t know how you managed to do that so easily.

“I guess you’re right. Fuck… this is weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not usually this honest.” 

“Wow. Must be the veritaserum I slipped in your drink.” You laughed as you reached to gently put your hand on his shoulder. He enjoyed the touch, it somehow made him feel safe. Safe to share his secrets.

“Is that a Harry Potter reference, you dork?” He could feel the mood lightening again and he realized that your ability to seamlessly switch from uncomfortable topics to humour was at least a part of the reason he felt so comfortable in your presence.

“I’m glad you trust me enough to be honest.” Your hand moved from his shoulder to rest against his cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Honestly, I think it’s because of you.” He watched your face turn to confusion, so he continued. ”You being so upfront makes me wanna do the same. Why are you so honest with me?”

“Because there’s no reason for us to continue this if we can’t be honest.” You smiled softly as you shrugged lightly, still stroking his cheek, and he felt his heart fill with warmth. “I’ve spent too much of my life pretending to be someone else for people to like me. So I’m testing my theory. If I’m honest with you and you like me, maybe this thing is worth it.”

“I do like you.” He really did. He hadn’t felt this strong a connection in a while. Someone who understood him without pretending to, or trying to appease him. Someone he could talk about the good and bad without judgement.

“You haven’t seen all the warts yet.” You averted your gaze, and he couldn’t help but cup your face and make you look at him.

“I’ve seen you naked, you don’t have any warts.” He tried your approach at humour as he kissed you on the nose.

“You are so cheesy!” You swat at him gently before kissing him lightly on the lips. He felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture. “But seriously, thank you for being so open with me.” You looked at him adoringly, and he mirrored you.

He kissed you at that. Both of you enjoying the chaste kiss without deepening it. The conversation helped you both feel less uncomfortable with the comfortable.

His phone rang, interrupting the sweet moment, his manager asking where to send the car so he wouldn’t be late for the meeting that morning. Before leaving, you made plans to meet up again that weekend, and Namjoon felt that three days was too long without seeing you. He didn’t know why, but he hadn’t even left your apartment yet and he already missed you.

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When you reached the restaurant for lunch with Jiyoung that afternoon, you still had a smile on your face. It seemed to have been permanently etched on your face since Namjoon left. You thought about your date and how it seemed to have been a thousand dates rolled into one. It felt like you’ve known him forever, and barring from Jiyoung, you hadn’t felt that way about a person before. Someone you connected with instantly, someone whose presence made you immediately calmer. He seemed to have crashed all the walls around you in a very short time and although that thought should scare you, it instead made you excited.

Spotting Jiyoung at a table you made your way across the restaurant to her, greeting her and the server, an old woman in her 60s, most likely the owner, that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. After ordering your entrees, your best friend and PR manager jumped right into business.

“So you’re famous. Congrats!” She did a little dance as she announced the news.

“What?” You were confused. Last you checked you had 2000 followers on your social media, which was run by Jiyoung and Siwon, on account of you being a “boomer” - their words, not yours.

“After the gala, a couple of magazines, courtesy of me, decided to do a piece on you. So congrats on your 200k followers!” She seemed giddy, excitedly jumping up and down as she clapped along. That was quite a follower growth and it led to her going into a twenty minute strategy talk on how to leverage your personal brand for the company. You were glad that she was excited, but if you were being honest you hated the limelight. The idea that someone’s “fame” could be decided by the number of likes of a photo posing at a restaurant made your skin crawl.

“Okay so we’re going to schedule a photoshoot sometime in the next two weeks and take a few photos for the next few months of uploads. Of course, make sure to take photos every time you go somewhere fun too, like I don’t know, one of your concerts you’re obsessed with or art galleries.” Jiyoung continued regardless of your groans.

“Do I have to?” You truly did not have time for this, your schedule is already overflowing. The whole idea of curating a feed made you feel stressed.

“Yes. It’s the game, Y/N. You have to play it” She replied sagely, as she slurped her noodles.

“You know all the photos will be of me holed up at the office. I’m not that interesting...” You played with your food as you pouted. Your comment wasn’t born out of low self-esteem, it’s just what you believed. Regardless of the media perceptions of the glamorous life of a CEO, you knew that at the end of the day most you did was sleep, attend meetings, and drink copious amounts of coffee. Occasionally you dabbled in your hobbies, but with the company and non-profit growing at the speed they were, there was barely any time for that. You doubted you’d be able to enjoy any of the fun till after quite a few more years when the title will become less heavy and you’d have more help.

“Don’t be stupid! You, my friend, are a young, fun, single woman! The world deserves to be envious of it!” Jiyoung dismissed you easily, shaking her hand at your protests. “Speaking of fun, let’s go clubbing Saturday, it’s been too long since you got laid.”

As soon as she finished her sentence you felt heat rise up your face, unconsciously bringing your hand up to your turtleneck covered neck. To make matters worse, your throat also decided now to work at that moment, making you choke on your rice.

“Oh my god! You minx! You got laid didn’t you?” Jiyoung loudly exclaimed, much to your dismay and of the other patrons who seemed peeved at hearing your bedroom adventures while they ate lunch.

“Please stop…” You looked around awkwardly apologizing to the old man next to you who looked at you with disgust. Great!

“Who was it? Where did you meet? Tinder? Did you go to a club without me? Was it a client?” The questions were endless.

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone, not a soul.” You were going to regret this, you knew it, but you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you to share the news with Jiyoung. She was your favourite female friend and even though on the outside, your friendship may seem mismatched to some, she truly understood you better than most people. She had been there when your last relationship ended, coaxing you back to your feet after weeks of self-destruction. You trusted her.

“Did you sleep with a married man?” She whispered, thankfully finally aware that you two were in the middle of a popular restaurant during peak lunch hours.

“Umm… no. Do you remember Namjoon from the party?” Namjoon from the party? Good job, real subtle Y/N.

“Namjoon?” You watched as realization dawned on her face, her face going from being scrunched in confusion, to wide eyed surprise, to what it is now; a smug smile. “I was wondering why your Spotify showed you suddenly listening to BTS…”

“Okay you can’t make fun of that too!” you whined, your morning faux pas still too fresh in your mind, as you buried your face in your hands. 

“He made fun of you?” Jiyoung was cackling, before she started digging for details. “Man after my own soul! So was he good? When are you seeing him again? Are you dating him? Oh my god this is so exciting!” She is fully squealing and slapping your arm, making you wince.

“He was… amazing” you tell her your face flaring at the memories of last night. “And we’re going on another date.”

“Ooo date number two!”

“Well… technically four if you count the party?”

“Okay. What the fuck? You’ve been holding out on me! Spill!”

And so you do, sharing your interactions with Namjoon over the past week. It felt nice to reminisce about them, even though it was not that long ago. You were so into him, it was worrying. You were beyond excited to see him again, but your last conversation still weighed in your head. He was right. It just felt too easy, how you had met, and seemingly couldn’t get enough of each other. You were suspicious.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/N. It’s good that things are easy! You deserve easy!” Jiyoung cut through your rant. You had almost forgotten that you were speaking out loud.

“It’s not just me, he feels the same way.” You pouted, trying to defend your stance.

“Then you both belong together with your stupid ass overthinking.”

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Y/N: Thanks for dinner tonight. I had a really good time.

Namjoon: Me too!

Namjoon: Speaking of, when can I see you again?

Y/N: Wow. We’ve barely digested our food, Joon

Namjoon: You’re mean! I just like hanging out with you

Y/N: I’m kidding! Tuesday?

Namjoon: Suddenly I love Tuesdays

Y/N: Shut up you dork!

Namjoon: Says the girl obsessed with Batman

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Y/N: What the hell! How do you do photoshoots all the time. This is CRINGE.

Namjoon: Is that today? Yes! SEND ME THE PICTURES!!!!

Y/N: Fuck no. These are so awkward!

Namjoon: Come on! Send! I bet you look hot ;)

Y/N: Nope. Never. Never. NEVER.

Namjoon: I’ll just text Jiyoung for them

Y/N: You don’t even have her number

Y/N: Do you?

Y/N: KIM NAMJOON ANSWER ME

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Namjoon: Did I leave my phone at your place last night?

Y/N: I don't think so

Namjoon: I can’t believe I lost my phone again!!!

Y/N: Wait how are you texting me right now?

Namjoon: … nvm

Y/N: Omg. You're an idiot.

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Y/N: Okay that hike was harder than you said it’d be!

Y/N: I’m dying :(

Namjoon: Aw baby. I’m sorry!

Y/N: You owe me. You’re paying for my masseuse

Namjoon: Why pay for one when I’m better than any you’ll ever get?

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Y/N: I miss you :(

Namjoon: I miss you too

Y/N: Come over?

Namjoon: I have to wake up at 6 for a shoot :(

Y/N: I wake up at 6 every day

Namjoon: On my way

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Namjoon: How’s work going?

Y/N: Terrible :) I hate my life :)

Namjoon: You’re scary when you send emojis like that

Y/N: Wow. Thank you. You’re so nice to me.

Namjoon: Sorry!

Namjoon: What’s stressing you?

Y/N: Just deadlines… SO MANY DEADLINES

Namjoon: Aw baby. Have you eaten? I can come by with food

Y/N: Aren’t you busy? You have your comeback in a few months

Namjoon: Nah. I got the rest of the day off

Y/N: That’s… suspicious... Why?

Namjoon: I’m at the hospital

Y/N: WTF. I’m calling. Pick up.

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You checked yourself out in the reflective elevator doors, as you helped Harry adjust his tie, while Siwon rattled on about the restaurant you were headed to. Harry and you had been dodging your “celebratory” drinks with Mr Li for over a month and a half since the meeting where he signed the contract. He finally trapped you both during a networking event last week and had you set the date. To say you were both very much not looking forward to this evening would be an understatement. It took every ounce of willpower in you to stay as you made your way to your private table at the high end Japanese restaurant.

Mr Li, as per usual, was late to the dinner he had forced upon you. Sitting next to Harry, you both tried to devise a plan to escape as soon as possible. As soon as dinner ended, Harry was going to pretend that Jen was ill and since he was your ride back, you both had no choice but to “begrudgingly” end the night. The idea was foolproof, or so the both of you thought.

Here is a list of reasons why it was not foolproof. 

One, upon arrival, Mr Li ordered shots for the table and after Harry used the excuse that he was driving you both home (you wanted to set it up so it wouldn’t be a surprise as you left), Mr Li got excited that you would be his new drinking buddy. He poured shot after shot, even after you mentioned that you were going to get a drink - hoping to rely on your ice tea in a whiskey glass trick - he refused to let you not drink anything other than shots of sake. Usually, you wouldn’t let someone dictate your drinking but you didn’t want to seem rude, and so you played along till you felt much too tipsy.

Two, Mr Li requested your server to stagger the dinner courses since it was a “night of partying” and as the third course of sashimi was served, he took the liberty of sitting next to you because apparently your fish looked fresher. He then proceeded to steal from your plate while making uncomfortable eye contact with you and putting his gross hands on your thigh. When you removed his hand from your thigh he had the audacity to suggest that you were playing hard to get. The urge to vomit had never been stronger.

Three, and this is where everything falls apart. When at the end of dinner, the lovely Jen calls to bail you and Harry out, Mr Li insists that Harry drives back alone and that he drives you home. Somehow, you both had not thought of this very basic flaw in your plan. With you running out of excuses, it was soon evident that you had no choice but to stay. You knew Harry, and you knew that he would call no less than ten minutes later with an emergency on your own or get Siwon out of bed to run to you. He would rescue you, you had faith. In the meantime you had to endure a drunk Mr Li trying to hit on you.

Time seemed to move slow as he drunkenly asked you if you had a boyfriend. Knowing his misogynistic self, you should’ve lied and said yes, the only thing he would probably understand would be that another man had a claim on you, but your tipsy self thought honesty was the best policy. As soon as you said no, it seemed that he took it as an invite, pulling you into an awkward hug, grabbing at your ass, trying to lift you to his seat. His movements were so swift that it left you momentarily paralyzed. You felt ice in your veins as the intense feeling of your personal space being so blatantly violated took over you. It felt as if a million ants were crawling under your skin, your stomach turning. You tried to get out of his grip but it was too strong, as he continued to massage your behind. You felt trapped, your mouth running dry, as anger took over. You were done being polite.

With a strong shove, you stood up from your seat and grabbed your jacket as you looked at him straight in the eye, hoping your glare was enough to get the message across. It was not.

“Come on Y/N. I signed such a big contract for you the least you could do is suck me off.” He stared at you sleazily, the liver spot above his eyebrow moving up and down as he wagged them.

“I’m sorry Mr Li, but this is very inappropriate. I’m going to leave.” You were nicer than your instincts were telling you to be. If he wasn’t your client, you would have already kicked him in the balls or better yet broken his nose, although knowing this creep, he’d probably have a kink for it.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know that?” He spat, his words filled with venom.

“Excuse me?” Each moment that you stayed in this room, made you angrier, the rage pumping itself through you, ringing in your ears.

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” He scoffed.

You knew if you stayed there longer, you would surely ruin this contract for your company, if not get sued for punching his ugly little face in so you grabbed your phone and bag and made your way out of the restaurant, tossing a curt goodbye his way.

Your vision was dark as you made your way through the streets. You were so enraged you were shaking. You knew what would fix this. Cigarettes. Without a second thought you made your way into the nearest convenience store, grabbing a bottle of soju and a pack, before walking to your favourite place - the rooftop of your office building.

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You sat at the roof, contemplating the earlier events, the cigarette pack in hand. You hated how you felt in this moment. Powerless. There was no other word for it. You hated feeling small and insignificant. You had built your life up in a way that ensured you wouldn’t have to deal with these feelings but here you were at almost midnight, searching the faint stars in the sky for serenity. 

Anger coursed through your veins as you tried to steel yourself, fists clenching hard enough for red semicircles to be engraved on your palms. Sometimes you hated being a woman. What gave anyone the right to dismiss your hard work and accomplishments because they valued your tits more. You were coursing with negativity, your mouth tasting of poison, as you chugged the soju. You still felt his slimy hands on your ass and his words echoed through your mind. If only your deal was not at stake you would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls, he’d never be able to reproduce. The world is much too beautiful to have his offsprings tainting it. 

You usually don’t let these things affect you as much. It’d be a lie to say these moments were few and far in between. In fact, they took place more often than you’d like to remember. The amount of men who had dismissed you or called you being a CEO a great “marketing move in today’s PC world” was astronomical. You would usually brush them off and pretend they never happened, never letting it affect you, but something about the way he sneered made you so vulnerable that for a minute you let your guard down and believed him. 

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” You snapped a cigarette in half, watching the contents sprinkle out of the white casing as you rolled it in your fingers and coaxed a bigger mess. You tossed it across the floor, watching the wind pick up the light scraps and scatter them around like confetti. What a great celebration, you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N…?” you heard Namjoon call from behind you. 

You regretted messaging him after your dinner. You didn’t even know why you had told him. He was not your boyfriend, technically he wasn’t even your friend. You had only gone on a few dates, and although you felt closer to him than you had anybody you had dated in a long while, you were not ready for him to see you this way. It had barely been over a month and a half. You didn’t feel confident enough to face him. The Y/N he knew was the successful, flirty, witty version you had worked hard to portray. You don’t know how he would react to this self-hating mess of you. Maybe he’d run away. You deserved that much. Hell, maybe he didn’t even buy the version you showed him, only here for the tits. You were bitter.

“I’m sorry you came all this way. I’m fine, you can go home.” You couldn’t face him - not in this state. You stared at your hands, deepening the crescents on your palm as if willing the skin to break. You saw his shoes in front of you, unlaced blue Nikes, attached to blue striped pajama pants with cartoon koalas. Had you forced him to get out of bed? You felt a bubble of guilt rise within your chest. You were such a shitty person to bring him into this. He deserved better than to be on a cold rooftop on a Friday night in the middle of his comeback preparations.

You were ready to ask him leave again as you heard him settle next to you. You looked up at his face, his eyes softened with concern behind his wide rimmed glasses as he sat crossed leg, his hands in his lap. You opened the pack to grab another cigarette, snapping it in half again and tossing it half heartedly across the floor. You felt defeated, the emotional exhaustion of the night weighing on your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“I don’t know,” you said, matching his volume. There was no one here and it’s not like anyone could hear you off of this fifty storey building, but somehow you only had the strength to whisper. 

“Take your time” he answered. He looked like he meant it. He sat there looking at you, giving you space. His phone buzzed a few times and he ignored it. Instead, he just patiently looked at you, his face neutral for what felt like hours.

Somehow his patience gave you courage to open up, and you told him the events of the night. He never interrupted, or even moved. The only way you’d know he was not suddenly a statue was by the way his jaw slowly tensed as you got to the reason you were so upset, all your doubts and insecurities filling the air in a tumble of fast spoken words.

“I don’t even know why this is making me so angry. It is not like this is the first time this has happened to me.” You chuckled dryly as you looked up at him. He looked angry and you felt nervous. Perhaps you shared too much. You wouldn’t blame him for getting angry at how stupid your reason was for getting him out of bed.

“What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. You were surprised at his question. This was the first time he spoke since you started talking about twenty minutes ago.

“Why?”

“I’m going to kill him.” He said flatly, eye ablaze and jaw set.

“Joon…” you trailed, unsure what to say. He wasn’t unjustified in his threat. On your way to the roof, you yourself had devised about a thousand ways to get away with murder.

“No. He’s an asshole and I’m going to kill him for making you feel this way.” He looked less angry now, and more upset, sighing as he looked at you. You chuckled humorlessly. His comment made you feel better, made you feel less alone and stupid for wanting to take your anger out at the perpetuator. At least you’d have someone to carry the body with if you decided to act on your homicidal fantasies.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asked tentatively, his hand reached towards you as he turned looking at you closely. as if worried you might snap at him.

“Joon, you don’t have to ask,” you murmured as you scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He reacted immediately, pulling you into him tightly, his chin over your head. Your face was pressed against his chest and you inhaled his woodsy scent, feeling instantly more calm.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. A man touched you without your permission and I didn’t know how you felt about being close to another today.” He whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head. Your heart instantly warmed, tears pricking your eyes. No one had ever been this considerate to you before, so respectful. The fact that he thought you might feel uncomfortable around him just because of that asshole made your heart break. You pushed out of the hug and cupped his face.

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to that asshole.” You were angry that not only did that sorry excuse for a man made you feel small, he made Namjoon feel like you wouldn’t want him.

“And don’t you dare feel like you’re not worthy because of that asshole.” He kissed your forehead gently before bringing you into another bone-crushing hug, momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs. His words made you feel warm, and brought a lump to your throat. It felt oddly cathartic to have the man you had come to admire tell you you were enough. You felt the tears you had been holding in all night escape slowly. You held him tighter as his t-shirt became your makeshift tissue, silently crying for what felt like hours while he stroked your hair gently.

When you could talk again without your voice breaking, you broke the embrace. His shirt was stained with your tears and mascara, and suddenly you felt very awkward for your blatant display of emotions. 

“I’m sorry I called you here so late,” you apologized sheepishly, realizing how late it was and how silly you felt for making him jump out of bed.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m glad you called me.” He wiped your face of the tears that had failed to be absorbed by the t-shirt, smiling slightly as he leaned in to give you another peck on your forehead. 

“You’re in your pajamas,” you pointed out, laughing slightly, wanting to remove some of the awkwardness you felt at having bawled in front of him for so long.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting for too long.” He shrugged, giving you a smile that melted your heart. You had realized this before but it dawned on you again that to you Namjoon was comfort. He was like a warm blanket to cozy under in a cool room, keeping the monsters at bay.

You reached out and kissed him, slowly pulling him in by his shirt, avoiding his glasses as you tilted your head. The kiss was gentle - it was sweet and warm. Unlike the passionate ones you had shared before, ones that would light you on fire, this was comfortable, like a bonfire rather than a forest fire. His lips were chapped against yours and his tongue tasted like toothpaste as he smiled against your lips.

“You didn’t smoke!” He exclaimed when you separated, pulling you into another hug, his arms around your head. The pride in his voice made you laugh.

“I told you, I don’t smoke anymore,” you commented as you grinned against his chest.

“Then what’s the pack for?” He seemed puzzled.

“Oh… I was going to but I didn’t want to break my two year streak.” You shrugged. He beamed at you as he pulled you in for another kiss, taking his time to taste you. It felt like he was savouring you, his fingers tangled in your hair on the nape of your neck and his other hand placed gently on your waist.

When you came up for air he giggled, his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you for not breaking your streak,” he said, making your cheeks flare at his sincerity. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do you want to walk instead of grabbing a cab?”

“Always.” He held your hand as you both stand up and make your way downstairs. 

You noticed him shivering slightly as you exited the building and it finally dawned on you that he was dressed in just a t-shirt. It was not the middle of winter but it was certainly too chilly for not wearing a sweater. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest as you were currently dressed in not one but two sweaters. Stopping him, you took off your oversized sweater and handed it to him.

“What are you doing?” He looked at you, confused as you pushed the sweater in his hands.

“You seem cold.”

“That’s supposed to be my move.” He laughed.

“Hey I’m wearing like two sweaters! Plus, I feel bad about dragging you out here and forcing you to walk.” You looked at your shoes, suddenly feeling shy.

“Don’t feel bad, baby.” He lifted your chin up to place a quick peck on your lips after looking around to make sure no one's walking by on the deserted street. “Also, I don’t think this will fit me.” He chuckled, pushing his frames further up his nose.

“It’s oversized! Just try it, you’re shivering!”

“I’m an oversized human!” He exclaimed but started to put his arms through the sleeves. The sweater looked hilariously small on his frame, even with only one sleeve on. As he zipped it up, it resembled a rashguard more than a sweater, his t-shirt flaring out from the bottom, the material straining against his arms and back. The stress of the night washed away as you doubled over in laughter, your face streaking with new joyous tears at the sight. 

“See I told you it was too small!” He grinned sheepishly.

“This is amazing, you look great Joonie” you managed to wheeze out in between your laughter.

At that he took your hand and walked the ten blocks to your apartment. The night was filled with a comfortable silence broken only by little musings as you both took in the quiet surroundings of the financial district after hours. As you neared your street, Namjoon broke the silence once again.

“Why did you message me tonight?” His voice was contemplative, as his thumb grazed yours.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have” You earlier guilt was surfacing again, as you thought about why you told him what happened when usually the first person you’d tell in this situation would be Jiyoung or Harry.

“I told you - I’m glad you did. I was just curious why.”

“I… I don’t know. You’re the first person I wanted to see.” You sighed, getting uncomfortable with the line of questioning. You didn’t want him to ask why he was the first person you thought of because you weren’t ready to be even more vulnerable tonight, not ready to admit the space he had made in your heart over the last month. He was quiet for a few moments, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration as if he were solving a complex math problem, before he spoke.

“Do you remember when I sprained my wrist and had to go to the hospital a few weeks ago?” You didn’t expect this subject change, but gladly welcomed it.

“Yeah…”

“Well… you’re the first person I wanted to see then too. I mean before I knew it was just a sprain and I was panicking.” He squeezed your hand in his as you both exited the elevator on to your hallway, and looked at you, his gaze soft. “What do you think that means?”

“That we’re even?” You smiled, hoping to break this unknown tension that had come between you all of a sudden as you stopped at your door. You fumbled with your keycode, having to enter the password twice before making your way inside, Namjoon following behind you, as you both slipped out of your shoes and into slippers. Before you could leave the entryway, he gently held on your elbow to stop you, fixing you with another one of his soft gazes and a smile that made your heart flutter.

“I was thinking it means that you’re my girlfriend.” You could hear your heart rev up as you looked at him for any signs of teasing. There were none. Usually you would respond back with something along the lines of him never asking, but with the night you had just had all you could think about was how happy you were to finally call him yours. Without further hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss, which after a little surprise, he returned. It was reminiscent of the first time you had kissed, but this time instead of awkward butterflies, your heart was filled with a comfortable glow. His lips were familiar against yours and his scent wrapped your senses in a warm cocoon. 

“Mmm… Boyfriend.” you said against his lips, grinning, as he kissed you again, his hands under your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to bed, surprisingly avoiding bumping into the doorframe this time. 

That night as you slept under the projected milky way on your ceiling with his breath tickling your ear as he snored lightly, you felt yourself give Namjoon a part of your heart you had hidden away for a very long time.

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2. Marchiel Klaudiusz [Genshin Impact OC]

Voice Over:

Hello: "Nice to meet you! My name's Marchiel Klaudiusz and I am a capable fighter despite my young age. Just call me Marchiel! I'm not from Mondstadt, but I love this place. What do you think of Mondstadt?"

When It Rains: "The sky's so cloudy, I don't really like it... Traveler! Let's go find some place to avoid the rain."

After It Rains: "Ah, finally! Let's get going again, Traveler!"

When the Sun is Out: "The bright sky like this is so beautiful. Too bad I can't stare too long because the brightness is blinding me."

When It's Windy: "A weather that too windy always make it a bit harder to gazing at the sky... But it's a nice feeling if the wind is not too strong."

When Lightning Strikes: "Mhm-! Wow, that surprised me..."

When It Snows: "Today's so cold... Lucky I have my thick long jacket."

Good Morning: "Oh, Traveler, good morning. Do you have a nice sleep? I hope so."

Good Afternoon: "It's noon already... Maybe I should get some lunch. Traveler, do you want to eat lunch together?"

Good Evening: "The sky in evening is my second favorite of the day. It's just beautiful to see this almost red sky, right?"

Good Night: "It's already night, you better sleep, Traveler! Me? Oh, ahaha. I'm going to have my daily staring at the night sky. Why I climb the tree? Because it's closer to the sky! Good night, Traveler."

About Marchiel - Family: "I... Can't surely say that my family is a good one for me. I mean, it's not like they hate me. We just... Really distanced, you know? We rarely spoke to each other and even if we spoke... Ah, nevermind."

About Marchiel - Knight of Favonius: "Knight of Favonius were helping me the first time I arrived here. I'm really grateful for them. You can say that I'm unofficially a knight there because I often help them. I receive my nickname partly because of that."

About Marchiel - Adventure: "You know, at first, Bennett and the other refused to allow me to join Adventurers' Guild. They said that I'm just a kid and they're not wrong. But I want it. I think, as an exchange for not born at Mondstadt that I call as home, I want to explore it. The other reason is because I want to adventuring with Bennett!"

About Us - Sibling: "You searching for your sibling? ... It must hurt to be separated. I'm sure your sibling is somewhere in this world. I hope you can quickly find your sibling, Traveler. I will tell you if I found one who resembles you."

About Us - Otherworldly: "Sometimes I feel that you don't belong here completely, Traveler. My feeling say so, but the fact that you can use Anemo power without Vision is one thing, too. You really seem like otherworldly being. Well~ forget what I said. It's just my hunch, anyway."

About Us - Companion: "Your little fairy-like companion.. Paimon, isn't it? She always follow you, right? You should cherish her more or I will convince her to stay with me, hehe. She's a little ball of sunshine that I'd love to have around, beside Bennett."

About The Vision: "I got my Vision when I decided to join Benny's Adventure Team. I don't know what the side of me is worthy in the mind of Geo Archon. But of course, I feel happy to have this Geo Vision. I can fight and protect people because of this."

Something to Shares: "Traveler, look at the sky. The sky always surrounding us, surrounding this world. It's endless and clear. I'm sure that your sibling see the same sky as you do. That's why, don't ever lose hope, okay? Family is precious, after all."

Interesting Things: "Traveler, do you know Cecilia flowers? It's my favorite flower. They always grow where the harsh winds blow. It's sounds like a strong plant, right? It's amazing to see that even a plant can hold on and grow in the harsh situation."

More about Marchiel - |: "Oh, Traveler. What are you doing? Huh, you want to know more about me? Hmm, I don't really know what to explain if you suddenly say something like that. Well, let's sit first."

More About Marchiel - ||: "People said that I'm really mature compared to other child in my age. But isn't that a good thing? Aren't all people like a good and not troublesome child? ... Am I wrong?"

More About Marchiel - |||: "Traveler, do you know what is the first thing I've seen when I arrive at Mondstadt? It's Bennett. He is the first person that shows me a bright smile and worry that my family never show. It's a perfect first impression for me, you know."

More About Marchiel - IV: "A home... A warm place where we feel that everything will be okay. My home is Bennett and Mondstadt. They love me and they care for me. I always feel like I need to repay them in one way or another. Though everyone always told me to just play as I like. Fuh, they're really a kind people."

More About Marchiel - V: "Traveler, I learn a lot about you, and you learn a lot about me in our spending time. Can it be say that we are a friend? I hope we can stay like this forever."

Marchiel's Hobbies: "My hobby.. Gazing at the sky, of course! Maybe you could also say that adventuring with Bennett is my hobby. Other than those, I also like to reading a book, whatever the content. Ah, cooking is a refreshing activity too. Not always end in success, though."

Marchiel's Trouble: "Many people have already said that I'm a really picky-eater and I actually know it. I mean, there are many food that I want to avoid. I wonder how to solve this problem... Ugh."

Favorite Food: "I like sweets! Candy, cake, or any other desserts. All kids like it, right? Salty food is tasty too. Also, crunchy food is the best kind of food."

Least Favorite Food: "I don't like bitter food and vegetables... Too spicy is also out of question. Can I not eat a seafood too? I mean.. If there's no other food, it can't be helped. Food is important, after all."

Birthday: "Traveleeer! I heard today is your birthday, so I have a present for you! My favorite flower, a Cecilia Bouquet! Beautiful, isn't it? Happy birthday for you, Traveler! And... I'm sorry if this is such a too simple gift.. Tell me if you want something else."

Feeling About Ascension:

Intro: "This is... A weird feeling, but I will happily welcome it. I feel like my power become stronger and better."

Building Up: "Interesting. Looks like I currently halfway to my greatest potential as an adventurer and warrior. Let's work even more!"

Climax: "Adventuring and fighting is all about willingness, courage, skill, and diligence. As an adventurer, this is the most important aspects to have and grow. Thank you for helping me to grow it, Traveler. I don't know if I could do it without your help."

Conclusion: "My skill and power is at the best condition. That's really helping me as an adventurer. Traveler, do you want to go adventuring together again sometimes? I will show you the result of my growth!"

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My One, My Only, My Guardian…

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“Uhm… Guardian?”

The exo grumbled, tugging her jacket over her shoulder.

“Guardian, I-I don’t think-“

“Neit’er do I. Let me sleep."

I whimpered and rattled in my shell. This.. wasn’t how I expected this to go. Granted, I don’t really know what I expected. But it sure wasn’t this.

“Guardian-“

“Mot’erfucker!” my Risen sat up abruptly and glared at me, which is possibly the most terrifying sight in the solar system. “Why do ya keep calling me ‘Guardian’, t’at isn’t my name, ye little gobshite.”

“Y-you remember your name!”

“Yeah? Who teh fuck doesn’t?”

“Well, n-normally after resurrection, people don’t really remember, well, anything of their past life. Mostly because they’ve been dead for so long, the memories have deteriorated, a-and just generally stuff gets lost in the resurrection process…. W-whats your name, Guardian?”

My Risen stared at me, her glare still in place, but a little less… glare-ey.

“Guardian?”

“Lets just stick wit’ ‘Guardian’.”

“Oh! We-well, that’s okay. The past isn’t important, what’s important is the here and now, and the future we make together!”

“Toget’er?”

“Oh, right, uh, the basics. Take a seat, because this is a long one-“

“Oh no,” my Risen grumbled. “Can we get somewhere else first? I’m not likin’ teh vibes of t’is place. Too out in teh open.”

“Good idea – I-I don’t like the, uhm-“

A distant rumble of pykes made us both tense up.

“Did you just fart?”

“No, that’s Fallen. We need to get somewhere and hide. You’re not prepared to fight them yet.”

“Yet?”

“That’s part of the long explanation I’ll give you. Hold still.”

I moved towards my Risen, who flinched as I did. I hid away – it was strange, almost natural. I just. Faded away. Like a ghost.

Maybe that’s why we’re called that.

“What teh fuck-“

“I’m still with you, don’t worry. I won’t ever leave your side, Guardian.”

“Full offense, floaty marshmallow dude, yer freaky as shit.”

“Ow,” I winced. “It’s.. that’s fine, I’ll explain everything later. It’ll all make sense then!”

“Pinky promise?”

“Not enough time. Run!”

My Risen scoffed, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. She looked around the area quickly, almost not giving any thought before she ran towards the nearest building.

“Not a good idea, head the other way. Away from the pykes.”

“Yer shitting me,” she instantly turned heel and bolted in the opposite direction, fixing her clothes as she went. “Why are my clothes all fucked?”

“You were dead a long time. Also, I may have messed them up while unburying you.”

Her voice snarled as she hopped along on one leg, tucking her pants into her boots, “I was fuckin’ buried?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well t’at’s just grand!”

After a hilarious show of tumbling through the streets towards the outskirts of the city, tripping over every possible piece of rock, rubble, and scrap imaginable (all while spouting all manor of unsavory and… just in general things I refuse to repeat on principle), my Risen was able to run far from any place the Fallen would think to go.

“We should find a place to hide.”

“Tell me what I don’ know.”

“You’ve been dead for centuries.”

“On me ass I was.”

“You were.”

“What year is it?”

“I… actually don’t know.”

“T’at’s sad, Marshmallow Dude.”

Not sure how I feel about that name. On one hand, I’m insulted, but on the other, I feel like screaming and flying around in circles from happiness because its... so nice to have a name of my own. Marshmallow...

My Risen eyed the nearby houses, slowly stalking through the streets, like she was hunting for something. She had a very tough walk, radiating a confidence and swagger I don’t think I’ve seen before. She didn’t seem to care about being subtle. It.. it was kinda cool... just a little...

She turned on her heel very suddenly, half-jogged towards a house that, despite the half caved-in roof, seemed relatively untouched in comparison to the previous buildings we passed by. She peered in the window.

“I can see if the doors unlo-“

She smashed in the window with her elbow and climbed in.

“Or.. you could do that.”

My Risen slowly walked through the long-abandoned living room, taking a brief look around before peering up through a hole in the ceiling. I came out of hiding and flew up, giving the upper rooms a quick scan.

“Looks like the floor in this room caved in a while ago,” I called down. “But everything else still accessible. Might be something in here we could use to arm you.”

“Nice.”

“Stairs are due East, far corner.”

“That’s gas, ya have a compass, do ya?”

“No?”

“T’en can ya give me directions in ‘left-right-forward-back’ ‘cause I have no clue which way is deweast.”

Huh?

“Uh… towards the far wall from the window we came in, left, forward to the far wall then left again?”

“T’anks.”

A ruckus came from the stairs. Stomping, presumably from my Risen walking up the stairs, then a thump, and a loud swear.

“Forgot t’is is made fer short people.”

“Sorry?”

“Not yer fault, Marshmallow, unless ya built t’is place.”

“I don’t have hands.”

“No way, I couldn’t tell.”

I… giggled. She was funny! I couldn’t help it!

“Kay, well, while we’re looking – whats teh craic?”

I turned to the door, “What?”

“What- uh. What’s… up?” my Risen hobbled forward into view, rubbing the back of her neck as she leaned forward, the top of her shoulder blades dragging across the ceiling. I… did not realize how tall she was.

She has to be a Titan… has to be.

“Uhm. Nothing much? Well, actually, a lot. Like. Life changing a lot. I mean, I just resurrected you after searching for hundreds of years, after all.”

“Hundreds of years?”

“You’ve been dead for… a long time.”

“I was dead?”

“Uh- yes? You were buried, remember? Sorry, I-I thought the connection was already made-”

“Shit.”

“I-I know that can be kinda scary to hear, but just, uhm, just don’t think about it! I mean, you’re alive now, and that’s what matters.”

“Wait, so are you some sort of like… I dunno… t’ingy t’at resurrects people?”

I shook with excitement. This was one of the things I have been waiting for, for so, so long….

Did not expect it to be in a decrepit house with my Risen stuck in a doorway and pinned between the ceiling and floor like an oversized doll in a toyhouse, but who could expect that?

“In a way. I’m a, uh, thingy that resurrects you. I’m your Ghost.”

My Risen stared blankly at me.

“There are a lot of Ghosts. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of Ghosts. Each one was created by the Traveler to find their chosen, their Risen, so that they can protect humanity from the forces of darkness.”

“T’is sounds like a plot to some sort of epic fantasy game.”

“It-“ I paused. “It kinda does, but it’s reality.”

A thousand different expressions crossed my Risen’s face.

“You’re my Risen, my chosen, my Guardian of Humanity. Ergo the whole.. calling you ‘Guardian’ thing. You wield the Light to combat the darkness, and I’ll be right by your side the whole time!”

“T’is really does not sound… real.”

“It is really, really real,” I said. “Oh! Also I can resurrect you if you die again, so don’t worry about that.”

“I-“ my Risen put a hand to her forehead. “Give me a moment.”

“Sure thing.”

She took several deep breaths, drawing invisible lines in the air with her free hand, “Wait, what’s teh Traveler?”

“I’ll show you once we get back to the city.”

“’T’ee’ city?”

“It’s the Last City, protected by the Vanguard and the Guardians, built under the Traveler.”

“Oh so t’is is like a zombie apocalypse t’ing.”

“Not.. not entirely.”

She gave a ‘hmph’ in response and glanced down the hall, then headed right. I hovered just behind her, staring up at the back of her head. Her hands moved slowly, gently grazing over everything in her reach, curious eyes studying every detail down to its finest grain. We came upon a spot where the wallpaper was coming off the wall in thin sheets, and she ripped a piece off without so much as a second of hesitation, ducking into the room just after. She turned the piece over in her hands as she paced about the room, picking pieces off like flower petals, them spinning and twirling as they fell from her fingers like leaves from a tree when the weather starts to get cold. 

As the last bits of the wallpaper fell to the ground, she started to look at her hands. Flexing each one of her fingers in order, waving her hands in front of her face as if they were some sort of alien object she had just discovered.

I wonder how she’d react to real alien tech... It might be funny. But this? It was just. Fascinating to watch. I couldn’t describe the feeling. Relief? Adoration? For a moment, I forgot where we were. What we were doing. I was completely distracted by the sight of my Risen, watching her take in all the sights and sounds and feelings as we slowly walked through this abandoned house.

We’d have a house together, soon. Like a itty bitty one that Guardians get given. I’ve heard they’re really cute... I wonder what ours will be like. We can grow plants! Maybe those flowers I wanted to pick her? Do you think she likes red flowers? No, pink? Yellow? Red. She seems like she likes red. She has red-liking energy.

My Risen halted at the window. She inspected her clothes, running her hands along every seam and through every pocket, head rising as she gradually turned to look out though the warped glass. The dim light from the cloudy-day sky surrounded her silhouette, the dust in the air dancing through the beams of light. My shell twirled and I sighed.

My Risen…

Her head suddenly snapped to the side. I couldn’t make anything out, save for her bright, teal eyes staring at me from the pitch darkness of her silhouette. I fell to the ground like a rock, stunned by a wave of fear.

“What? What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Lightbulb,” she said, shoving her hand through the window and pulling out the window’s vertical cross section.

And that was all she said for the remainder of the hour as she ferociously assembled what looked to be a staff, with shards of glass and broken wood hastily attached via all manner of tape an knots. I wasn’t exactly sure where she found the tape. She claimed it was in the drawer of a nearby dresser, but I wasn’t too sure about that. I didn’t notice her finding it at all. The whole time, I sat in just. Complete awe. The fact she came up with this, seemingly on the fly, astounded me.

She really was the perfect Guardian.

“We should get you to the Last City,” I said, still only half aware of what was actually going on.

My Risen grunted in response.

“It’s not too far from here, a week’s travel by foot, maybe.”

She twirled the staff in the air, presumably testing it to see what needed to be fine-tuned.

“If we grab ourselves some sort of vehicle that was a least a little functional, that could be brought down to a few days.”

“If we could get a plane it could be a few hours.”

“A plane?”

My Risen pointed to the collar of her jacket. I lifted myself off the ground and hovered closer, inspecting the spot. There was a rusted metal pin, seemingly in the shape of a bird of sorts. At the very least, it had wings.

“It’s.. a bird? Winged thing? What about it?”

“Wing t’ings means I used ta be a pilot. Not sure what kind, but t’at don’t matter. I could probably fly a plane. Planes are fast, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“The- the pilot thing. The wings could mean anything! And even if you were a pilot in your past life…” I spun my shell anxiously. “What makes you think you can fly a plane in this one?”

“Well, what could happen if I fuck up? I die? Ya just said you can revive me.”

“That-“

Oh no.

She’s clever.

My Risen slammed her staff against the wall, it - remarkably - stayed in one piece as it punctured the wall with a watery thunk. I shivered at the sound of her resulting cackle.

“Here’s teh plan, Marshmallow,” she propped herself against the staff and climbed to her knees, looking down to me with wild eyes. I could tell: she was ready for an adventure. “We’re in a big city. We wander I fer a bit, pick up a zoomy boy and fix it up real quick, use it to find a place wit’ planes er somet’in’, ‘cause big cities always have t’ose. T’en we nab one of t’ose big boys, I get us in teh air, and you give me directions to t’is Last City place. T’en, boom-“

“We crash?!”

“Hell yeah!” she stood excitedly, slamming her head against the ceiling, causing dust to poof out of it in thick clouds. She winced, instantly hunching over and placing a hand on her head. “Fuck!”

“Careful!”

I bolted to the air and scanned my Risen, squeaking with worry. I healed whatever damage she sustained.

“Let’s get outta here. I wanna fly a big boy.”

“You’ll fly a big boy eventually, but let’s take it slow, okay? There’s still Fallen… and I just resurrected you.”

“I have t’is pole, t’ough.”

“They have guns.”

My Risen stared at me.

“Lots of guns.”

“So I gotta steal teh guns.”

“I- You definitely could, yeah, if you could get to them.”

“I’ll get to t’em.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I said I would, and when I say I’m gonna do somet’in’, I do it.”

I chirped and spun my shell, staring at my Risen as the illuminated dust floated about her. She’s amazing, “Before we go-“

“Ya.”

“I just want to say: I love you, you’re amazing, and we’re going to get that big boy.”

“T’at’s the spirit!”

[catherindonald]

Spring Holidays: Imbolc & How To Celebrate This Old World Festival

According to the Old World Celtic calendar, February 1st (and sometimes the 2nd) marks the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and August 1st (and sometimes the 2nd) is the first day of spring in the Southern Hemisphere, and this day is known by a few different names. 

Imbolc, Candlemas, and Groundhog’s Day??

The pagan Celts call this day Imbolc, and it is one of the four fire festivals representing the beginning of each season—Imbolc marking the beginning of spring. This festival was also the time when the Celtic people honor Brighid, the goddess of fertility, handicrafts, and dairy work and keeper of the home and hearth.

After Christianity came to the Celts of Ireland via St. Patrick, converted pagans wanted to continue celebrating their seasonal holidays, so the names of the holidays were changed to Christian names and saints of the Christian faith were worshiped instead of the traditional pagan gods and goddesses. Imbolc was changed to Candlemas, a feast celebrating the presentation of Jesus Christ at the temple as well as the purification of his mother, Mary. In the Christian faith, the focus was taken off of the goddess Brighid and placed on St. Brigid, the Irish nun who devoted her life to the people of Ireland and is often referred to as Saint Brigid’s Day in her honor. 

In America, we celebrate Groundhogs Day on February 1st or 2nd. This is a fun tradition that is used to “predict” whether we will have six more weeks of winter or if spring is on its way. Interestingly enough, this tradition actually has pagan Celtic roots. On Imbolc, it was believed that if the weather was nice, then a creature of Irish folklore, the Cailleach, would go out and collect all the wood available because more winter was to come. However, if the day was wet and windy, the Cailleach would stay inside and sleep and warm weather would be on its way. Hmm…

Today, you will hear this day called by all of the above names depending on who’s using it. 

So is Imbolc or Candlemas a Religious Holiday? 

Well, sort of, but it doesn’t have to be.

I’m not pagan, but I do have a variety of Celtic ancestry. I’m not Catholic, but I am of the Christian faith and have some close Catholic friends. I am American, but I don’t put much stock in whether or not a groundhog sees his shadow or not.

To me, this day represents more of a seasonal holiday than a religious holiday, but if I were pagan, Catholic, or superstitious, then I guess I would celebrate it from a seasonal and religious viewpoint, which I’ll talk even more about below. Alas, because I am none of the above (well, I may be a little superstitious!), I like to think of it as the first of the spring holidays. As far as what to call it goes, I usually call it Imbolc since that’s what it was first known by.

Seasonal Living & What The Beginning of Spring Represents

So why does Imbolc matter to those of us who try to live seasonally?

Well, first, we must understand what Imbolc represents which is the end of winter’s dark, cold days and the coming of light and warmer weather. The time of rest and renewal has passed, and now we must resume our active lives. Imbolc also represents new life as this is the time of year when flowers begin to burst forth from the earth and many animals give birth to spring babies.

At this time of the year, the days begin to warm, the hibernating animals begin to wake from their winter sleep, and the spring bulbs start to pop from the soil slowly filling the brown landscape with their colors. It’s a hopeful time of year!

Imbolc Traditions

Imbolc is traditionally celebrated with fire and light. People would burn fires in the hearth or keep candles lit all through the night. Pagan Celts believed that the goddess Brighid would come to visit in the night blessing them with prosperity and protection. Likewise, converted Celts believed St. Brigid’s spirit would come to bless and protect them. Some people would make dolls out of rushes (called a Brideog), dress them in white dresses with flowers in their hair, and put them in a basket or a makeshift bed near the fire. Others would take rushes, tie them together, and hang at the entrance to the home. Some people would even leave coins, cloth, and other items out to be blessed, and others would make beds by the fire so she would have a place to rest. These and many other old traditions were observed on this festive day.

So how can someone interested in seasonal living celebrate this first day of spring while honoring the traditions of the past if they choose? Here are # ideas to help you if you choose to celebrate Imbolc or Candlemas, no matter what your religious beliefs are.

7 Imbolc Traditions To Celebrate This Year

1. Build A Fire

As I mentioned above, Imbolc is one of the ancient fire festivals that marks the beginning of each season, so what better way to celebrate the significance of this day than by starting a fire. Starting a fire in the fireplace or woodstove will be more in line with ancient traditions, but if you don’t have access to a hearth or stove, you can light lanterns or candles in your home.

Don’t forget to say this little blessing over your home as you do:

Hearth and home, home and hearth, welcoming close our family and friends. Home and hearth, hearth and home, the light returns as winter ends.

2. Make St. Brigid’s Crosses & Brighid Dolls

St. Brigid’s Crosses and Brighid Dolls are common crafts that are made and placed in the home on Candlemas or Imbolc. Here is a St. Brigid’s Cross YouTube tutorial that will show you how to make them. When it comes to making St. Brigid’s Crosses, you can make them with anything. You don’t have to have rushes! You can make them out of strips of paper, pipe cleaners, straws, or other types of grass. Hang these in your home to symbolize the blessing of the home. 

Here’s a Brigid Doll YouTube tutorial that is really easy to make. Your kids can play with these, set them up in their rooms, or place them in baskets in the kitchen or near the stove (not too close though!) to honor St. Brigid.

3. Eat Symbolic Foods

If you’re looking for symbolic foods that represent traditional festivals and holidays, Gather Victoria is THE website to visit. If you’re looking for some special foods to celebrate Imbolc or St. Brigid’s Day, check out these recipes for inspiration: lavender and rosemary seed cake, rosemary oat bannock, lavender tea milk, and these rosemary and lavender lemon curd tassies. 

4. Take a Milk Bath

The goddess Brighid is associated with dairy as is the increase of new births during spring and the resulting mother’s milk that follows. New birth is more than humans and animals. New plants emerge from the soil and sap and nutrients begin to flow through trunks, stems, and branches. For that reason, bathing Cleopatra-style in a milk bath is the perfect activity on Imbolc. This layered wintery milk bath by the oh-so-creative Miss Wondersmith is my go-to!

5. Research the Jewish Tradition of Purification and Presenting Children at the Temple

Curious about the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin or the Presentation of Jesus Christ? If so, do an online search about these Jewish traditions and find out why they are important to Jews and Christians and how they are celebrated in modern times.

6. Start Seeds or Make DIY Seed Bombs

Imbolc is THE time to start seeds indoors so you have seedlings ready when the fear of frost has passed. So grab your seed trays and seed starting soil or some peat pellets, purchase your favorite seeds, gather your heat mats and grow lights (or head to the greenhouse), and get to planting those seeds! If starting seeds isn’t for you, try your hand at making seed paper. Here’s a great seed bomb YouTube tutorial on how to do it with minimal supplies.

7. Predict the Weather

You don’t have to have a groundhog to try your hand at predicting the coming weather. Just head outside to see what the weather is like. If it’s sunny, chances are there are six more weeks of winter weather ahead, but if it’s cloudy, warm spring weather is just around the corner. You can even make this a fun activity by having everyone write their weather predictions down on paper. After four weeks or so, read everyone’s predictions and see who was right.

So now you know all about the spring holiday known as Imbolc, Candlemas, and St. Brigid’s Day. Are you interested in living a more seasonally aligned lifestyle? If so, how will you celebrate this spring holiday this year? Share your thoughts and plans with me in the comments below.

Let me wish you a lovely February and spring season with your friends and family. May your hearth, home, and health be blessed, may your cup overflow, and may your world be filled with warmth, light, and color over the coming months! God bless, friends.

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[Translation] Uduki Arata Story of Colors Drama Track 2

Final drama track of Arata’s CD~! I’m doing Kakeru’s and Koi’s, too~! And they’ll probably published after the Yaminabe drama tracks www But, if I get Aoi first then, um... The others will have to wait XD (Best boy comes first LOL)

Thank you again to Deea for sharing the files with me! Please don’t ask her for them as per her request, thank you ^^ 

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Track 02: [春・桜人、咲き誇る] “Spring – That man of cherry blossoms, proudly blooming”

[0:00]

  PERSON A: Oh? Is some kinda filming going on?

PERSON B: I hope they have female actresses. Can you see?

PERSON C: Eh? We can’t pass through here, really?

STAFF: We’re very sorry! The area beyond is off-limits for now.

STAFF: The path to the west is open so can you please pass through there?

PERSON C: For real!? I’m gonna be late!

PERSON B: Can you see it from there?

PERSON A: There’s a tent thingy there. Maybe they’re inside? Wanna take a look?

PERSON B: We still have time so let’s go see. We might be able to see a celeb.

ARATA: And that celeb is right behind you. This feels like deja-vu.

AOI: (smiles) It does~

ARATA: It’s been about four months since our previous shoot, right?

ARATA: It’s gonna be a continuation of the previous CM’s story. (yawns) Makes me sleepy.

AOI: That line seems familiar—is what I want to say but… Arata says “I’m sleepy,” no matter what kind of weather it is.

AOI: I guess it’s obvious that I’d remember [that line].

ARATA: But, doesn’t it make you sleepy when the sky’s gray and cloudy?

AOI: And then the sound of rain during rainy days makes you sleepy, too, doesn’t it?

ARATA: How did you know?

AOI: To change the question, I wonder when you’re actually fully awake and alert.

ARATA: Hm… At night? When I’m lazing about and playing on my phone?

AOI: You just wake up from sleep at night sometimes.

ARATA: (gasps) This is bad…

(dramatic music plays in the background)

ARATA: Aoi-kun, I…

ARATA: There might not have been a time when I’ve been fully awake.

ARATA: The world of dreams is right  by my side the moment I wake up until the time I sleep.

AOI: It doesn’t change anything even if you say it coolly.

(dramatic music suddenly stops)

[01:50]

  AOI: Arata, they said there’s still 20 more minutes before the filming starts.

ARATA: Roger~ (Arata starts typing on his phone)

AOI: Did you get contacted about something?

ARATA: Yeah, a private one, not for work.

ARATA: A friend of mine who recently graduated was being troubled about his new work, is all.

AOI: Let’s see…

AOI: (he starts reading the message on Arata’s phone) “I can’t use formal speech at all and I’m kinda nervous about that.”

AOI: Even I don’t think I had the chance to use it that much this year, too.

ARATA: That’s what I told him.

AOI: (laughs) I see. The world is in a season where it’s overflowing with people looking for work and entering new workplaces.

ARATA: It is April, the month I represent after all.

AOI: Yes, yes~ Well, contrary to his struggles at work, the filming here is going well.

AOI: It seems to be going according to schedule well.

AOI: It would be great if filming goes smoothly as well so everyone can go home early, huh~?

ARATA: I think it’s possible if we did it the way we did the last time.

AOI: You’re right. I wish that Arata wouldn’t mess up his words~

ARATA: I wish that Aoi could wink properly.

AOI: Hm? Did we do something like that then?

ARATA: We didn’t but, for our old CM, they used the footage of me ad-libbing a wink so, won’t it be awesome if Aoi did it, too?

AOI: Th-that’s right… Wh-what should I do…?

AOI: Every time I try to do a wink, I get conscious and it comes out so unnaturally…

ARATA: You do it so freely in front of a camera during lives, don’t you?

AOI: Well, that’s… going with the flow or something… A reflex, maybe?

AOI: You do it often though, don’t you?

ARATA: I actually go with the flow, too. In the first place, I’m not the kinda guy who does winks on purpose.

ARATA: The one I ad-libbed was an accidental success, too. If they tell me to do the same, I won’t be able to do it again.

AOI: And here I thought you were boasting about it…

(Arata’s phone buzzes)

ARATA: Oh, perfect timing~

ARATA: Speaking of pretty winks, it’s definitely this guy. Haru-san uploaded a pic of him winking.

AOI: Today he’s advertising for his drama, isn’t he?

ARATA: Yeah, look. The epitome of hotness.

AOI: Hm? Uwah! Haru-san looks good in a white robe!

ARATA: It suits him so well that he looks like a mad scientist, doesn’t he?

AOI: Uh… I’m kinda lost if it’s alright to put the word “mad” in there…

ARATA: Alright, Aoi. (Arata stands up from his chair) We can’t lose either. Let’s upload a selfie to show that we’re doing our best, too.

AOI: I kinda knew you’d do that. We have to accomplish that other mission as well, huh?

ARATA: Mission?

AOI: You’re the one who mentioned it during our previous filming, remember?

AOI: That you wanted to take a picture in front of the cherry blossom tree just like we did back then.

ARATA: Ah! Oh yeah, I did say something like that, huh.

AOI: I wish you didn’t forget something you said yourself…

ARATA: Man~ It’s because the old man’s impact was stronger compared to the picture we took.

AOI: Ah, the smart guy who lives in the house just past the park?

ARATA: Yeah. You remember him, too, right?

AOI: I do. He did have some impact as you say.

ARATA: You think we’d see him again?

AOI: I’d say that it’s possible since he lives right over there.

ARATA: Nah, nah.

[05:20]

  (Arata starts taking pictures)

ELDERLY MAN: Just when I thought it was getting noisy. Turns out it’s you boys again, huh.

AOI: (whispering) See? I told you so.

ARATA: (wry laughter)

ELDERLY MAN: Uduki Arata-kun, was it?

ARATA: Oh! You remembered?

ELDERLY MAN: And that one over there is Satsuki Aoi-kun.

AOI: Ah, yes… Even my name…

ELDERLY MAN: I may be old but I can use the internet, you know? I can do simple research.

ELDERLY MAN: You both came up as soon as I searched your names.

ELDERLY MAN: You guys are quite famous, aren’t you?

ARATA: We’re happy enough to be doing our best that we’re the first to come out in your search results.

ARATA: It’s been a while, hasn’t it, sir?

ELDERLY MAN: You’re a strange one as usual.

AOI: U-um… You seem to be getting along well.

ARATA/ELDERLY MAN: Getting along?

AOI: Wha…?

[06:20]

  ELDERLY MAN: Are you filming for a TV commercial?

AOI: Yes, it’s a CM for students attending prep school to prepare for college entrance exams.

AOI: Going with Japan’s academic calendar, the previous winter filming was for students preparing for exams.

AOI: This time, it’s a spring filming where the students have successfully passed and are about to face their new college lives.

ARATA: The winter CM started airing during January though. Did you watch it?

ELDERLY MAN: I feel… like I have.

ARATA: Ah, you did say that you don’t watch TV much, didn’t you, sir?

ELDERLY MAN: I’m surprised you remember that well.

ARATA: My memory’s surprisingly good!

AOI: I wouldn’t think that to be said by someone who forgot what we were supposed to take a picture with a while ago…

ARATA: Aoi, shh.

ELDERLY MAN: You boys are pretty close, aren’t you?

ARATA: Ah, Aoi and me? We’ve known each other before we debuted in the industry since we’re childhood friends.

ARATA: We’ve known each other for a long time.

ELDERLY MAN: Childhood friends?

AOI: Yes. Ever since we entered kindergarten. And then during elementary, middle, and high school, too.

AOI: We even went to the same university and are in the same industry even now.

ARATA: Since we’ve been together this long, we can casually just bring it up.

AOI: I wish you wouldn’t say that… At least call it an inseparable relationship that binds us, please…

ARATA: Isn’t that kinda impression uncommon though?

ELDERLY MAN: (surprised) You boys even went to university?! And then—

ARATA: We’re doing work as idols, yes.

ARATA: Ah, did you think that it was too wasteful?

ELDERLY MAN: Hm…

ARATA: We don’t mind, you know? I think it’s a pretty general idea either way.

ARATA: By the way, for reference, our unit er… our group is composed of people with a lot of well, in your words, “wasted” outstanding talent.

ARATA: Did they show up too, when you searched our names?

ARATA: We got two people who graduated from T University, y’know?

ARATA: If we’re taking into consideration our rival unit, there’s another one, too. It’s a surprising three people who are alumni of T University.

ARATA: If the idol industry had a mean distribution competition, they might’ve been winners.

ELDERLY MAN: Oh my…! Well… I guess this comes with the era, too, huh…

AOI: (chuckles) It is a bit surprising, isn’t it?

ELDERLY MAN: No… Yes, well, I guess it is. I am surprised.

ARATA: There are a lot of different idol types, too. Just like how cherry blossoms are different, see?

ELDERLY MAN: You really remember a lot, don’t you?

AOI: Cherry blossoms…?

ELDERLY MAN: I told him about it. About how you celebrities are like cherry blossoms.

(the wind starts blowing)

ELDERLY MAN: Take a look. They’re beautiful cherry blossoms, aren’t they?

ELDERLY MAN: They can captivate the eyes and hearts of people.

ELDERLY MAN: But, the flowers at their prime are only momentary. It won’t be long before they start falling again.

ELDERLY MAN: The seasons when the flowers aren’t in bloom is so long and no one pays any attention to them during that time, right?

ELDERLY MAN: It gave me that kind of unstable image. That’s what I told him.

AOI: That’s…

(Arata puts a hand on Aoi’s shoulder)

AOI: Arata?

ARATA: Um, you see? I’ve been thinking about it too since then.

ARATA: Like, why is it bad to be like a cherry blossom and all that.

ELDERLY MAN: What did you say?

ARATA: I mean, in our line of work, there’s a possibility for what we do to leave an impression in someone’s heart even for just a moment, you know?

ARATA: Don’t you think that it’s kind of an amazing thing?

ELDERLY MAN: Hm…

ARATA: Things like, “I loved them when I was young~” or “I went to cheer for them with my friends,” “I saw the girl I like there,” “I went to a live,” anything’s fine.

ARATA: It moves someone’s heart and remains a part of their memories.

ARATA: If it can become a momentary part of someone’s life then, I’m glad to have been a cherry blossom.

ARATA: Because… It wasn’t a lie that we shone during that time.

[10:50]

  ELDERLY MAN: I was a former judge.

ARATA: Judge? Is that so? No wonder.

ELDERLY MAN: No wonder you thought I was a thick-headed, stubborn old man?

ARATA: Well, yes.

AOI: Arata!

ELDERLY MAN: I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me. It’s the truth after all.

AOI: Y-yes…

ELDERLY MAN: I feel my life complete right now. There were a lot of things I wanted to try after all.

ELDERLY MAN: I was good at sticking to the schedule, you see? I was working all the time from morning until night.

ELDERLY MAN: Thanks to that, now that I’m retired, I took time for granted.

ELDERLY MAN: Smart people tend to fill their heads with difficult to understand things… And even I silently took in all of those hard studies.

ELDERLY MAN: And the result of all that is… the me you see right now.

ARATA: Hm~

ELDERLY MAN: I have a title and degree that I can use and all but… That’s all there is to it.

ELDERLY MAN: Long ago, the people who envied the “stable” life I used to lead are now asking me, “Aren’t you lonely?” “Can you take care of yourself?” and they keep on worrying.

ELDERLY MAN: I reply with an “I’m fine,” in return. That’s because I really am.

ELDERLY MAN: I face things alone.

ARATA: But?

ELDERLY MAN: Honestly speaking, there are times when I think that I simply had no other choice but to pursue the path that I did.

AOI: A different way of living…?

ARATA: Like us, for example? A life much like the cherry blossoms or something?

ELDERLY MAN: Indeed. After all, the cherry blossoms are this beautiful.

(the wind starts picking up)

ELDERLY MAN: (sighs)

AOI: Ah…

ELDERLY MAN: They really are beautiful.

ELDERLY MAN: I’m sure that this cherry blossom will leave an impression in someone’s heart, too.

[13:32]

  STAFF: Okay! That’s a wrap for the filming!

STAFF: Uduki-san, Satsuki-san, thank you for your hard work!

CREW: Thank you for your hard work!

(clapping)

ARATA: Thank you very much.

AOI: Thank you very much. Thank you for your hard work, too, everyone.

STAFF: We’ll have you take your make-up off and after you’re done changing, it’s okay to go.

STAFF: What time should we call for the car to pick you up?

ARATA: Ah, it’s okay. It’s warm today so we were thinking of walking back home.

ARATA: Is that okay with you, Aoi?

AOI: Yup, it’s fine.

STAFF: Is that so? Then, please head over that way.

ARATA: Whew~ It’s finally over~

AOI: Thanks for the hard work, Arata.

ARATA: You, too.

AOI: The cherry blossoms are beautiful, aren’t they?

ARATA: Yeah. It’s great that it’s a weekday today but, I’m sure that it’d be packed with people once the weekends arrive.

ARATA: This place seems good for a flower viewing.

AOI: I wanna do a flower viewing with everyone, too.

AOI: We were running all over everywhere this year that we couldn’t do it.

ARATA: Were we?

AOI: Yeah, we didn’t have a chance to do a proper flower viewing.

AOI: This is probably the first time we’ve walked around leisurely ever since we passed entrance exams. I think…

AOI: Of course, it was impossible to gather everyone on this day.

ARATA: Lately, it’s become difficult to have everyone gathered together, huh.

AOI: We all have our own work to do after all.

ARATA: But, isn’t it possible to gather all of us for a meeting sometime?

ARATA: Oh, and since the park in front of the dorm has beautiful cherry blossoms, maybe we could go do an uh… A flower viewing and drinking party instead of just drinking at home?

AOI: If it’s that then, we can do it every year, huh~ (smiles)

[15:32]

  ARATA: Cherry blossoms, huh…

AOI: Hey, Arata.

AOI: Are we… blooming properly?

ARATA: Hm?

ARATA: It’d be cool if I said “of course” here but, I wonder now.

ARATA: We can’t tell whether we are without a mirror in front of us. And I can’t say that I’m sure we’re blooming properly.

ARATA: How do I look like in your perspective, Aoi?

AOI: Arata is… To me, you’re always a cherry blossom that blooms profusely.

AOI: You’re always upright and you never lie.

ARATA: Oh~ I got praised unexpectedly.

ARATA: Eh? You are praising me, aren’t you?

AOI: (smiles) That was my intention.

AOI: Then… I’m next.

AOI: How do I look like to you, Arata?

ARATA: Aoi is…

AOI: …

ARATA: You give me the image of someone blooming suddenly.

AOI: Suddenly, you mean…

ARATA: No, I didn’t mean it in a strange way.

ARATA: Kinda like a yaezakura? (1)

ARATA: Kinda like how the gentle petals suddenly bloom, y’know?

ARATA: Something like, you bloom a lot!

ARATA: When I’m watching from afar then, you’re like a cloud.

AOI: I get that it’s an overall fluffy feeling for you. (smiles)

ARATA: It’s because you’re gentle.

AOI: Yes, yes. I think that it’s good as long as we’re blooming.

ARATA: I’m praising you properly, y’know? (pouts)

AOI: Sure, sure.

[17:36]

  ARATA: Hey, Aoi.

AOI: Hm?

(the wind starts blowing again)

ARATA: If we’re cherry blossoms then, just like they do… Just like we usually do… Let’s bloom as proudly as we can.

AOI: Arata…

ARATA: Just kidding~

AOI: Arata…

ARATA: By the way, that old man seemed like a cherry blossom to me, too.

AOI: Eh?

ARATA: It’s a word we use on stage but… We call them “rouou (year-old cherry blossom)” don’t we? With the kanji characters for “fallen cherry blossom”.

ARATA: The meaning is as the characters portray. Doesn’t it sound cool?

ARATA: “Rouou”

AOI: Yeah.

ARATA: It just came to my head right now and I thought that the word fits that old man perfectly.

ARATA: Maybe I should have told him, “You lived your life beautifully, too. Just as a cherry blossom would.”

ARATA: Nah, I guess that would have hurt him or something, huh?

ARATA: There’s a chance that he won’t understand what this “young’un’s” saying, too, huh?

AOI: Ah… That’s possible.

ARATA: But, do you think we’ll get scolded if we go see him now?

AOI: (laughs) Eh? Right now?

ARATA: Yeah, since we had to say good-bye to him early when filming started.

ARATA: Let’s go buy some dango and some housewarming gifts, too. We know where he lives anyway.

AOI: Alright, let’s go see him.

ARATA: Yeah, let’s!

  ==END==

Translator’s Notes:

(1) Yaezakura are kinds of cherry blossoms that bloom late.

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Days of Pondering. Ch 2 (Snufkin x Moomin Illustrated fic)

Kay-Ray-Kú-Kú-Kó-Kex read part 1 here

"Why does it have no name? This rush of putrid joy."

song link: Múm- Kay-Ray-Kú-Kú-Kó-Kex 

AN: Moomin is like 15 and Snufkin 16 in this fic. Also I'm gonna freestyle the hell out of this work :( I've been in my new job for a year now and I just haven't had time to join a fandom properly. With that I mean i haven't had time to read the books. Job and side projects. That's all I've done.

AO3 LINK HERE

Eyes wide and body tense. Was that a- oh god that is a tongue touching his. Snufkin stayed frozen, not knowing what to do. He had dreamt about this moment, but this was against his will! And now it was becoming reality… But against his will!! Snufkin felt his heart swell up and the small moment felt like minutes, even days…

But as soon as it happened, it was gone. The lone wanderer lying on his back left to recollect his scrambled thoughts. He slowly got up to pick up his hat and stared into the distance watching his best friend who had just… kissed him run off. Yes, what he felt were Moomin’s soft lips on him.

He felt his face heat up suddenly. He didn’t recall The Snorkmaiden and Moomin ever displaying such level of affection. So why him? What made him special? Snufkin’s mind and heart were racing high speeds by the second. He was left alone on the beach and confused for some time.

After managing to return his heartbeat to normal somehow Snufkin felt his body move in autopilot. He fixed his hat on his head, grabbed his backpack and started walking. Getting farther from Moominvalley, and farther from his best friend, dear Moomin.

He had just crossed the bridge where they would meet again in the spring when a gust of wind passed by harshly and small flakes of snow started to pepper the ground. Snufkin held on to his hat so it didn’t fly away. Slowly but surely continuing his walk. He could feel winter’s cold breath against his back. He tried to focus as much as he could on walking. He did not feel like thinking right now. He focused on his steps, he counted them for a good part of the walk. He focused on the different materials and textures he came across. Anything no matter how minor to keep him from thinking about what had happened.

Sun rose yet the day remained mostly cloudy, and the wanderer kept on walking until he could no longer keep moving. He saw a nice rock to sit on, so he put his backpack on the floor, realizing he had reached the border of the snowfall. Where the snow ends and its pretty visible... you could say that the sight was also pretty. “This isn’t something you see every day.” He said to himself enjoying the view. Seeing clearly the division of where he was where no snow fell and the lone distance where his back was facing.

“Such a beautiful sight and it's only the first day, I can’t wait to tell Moomin when I go ba-.” He stopped. He warned himself that he was about to enter territory he didn’t want to deal with. He closed his mouth and eyed his backpack. He sighed and finished his small break, getting up and walking to it, beginning to set up camp. After that he started his fire and walked to the small river on his side of the area.

He was glad to see it hadn’t frozen over just yet, so he decided to fish a bit. Once the sun started setting he added more wood to his fire and prepared some soup, using some small veggies Moominmamma had given him the day before. Once he finished he went to wash his plates. He winced one his skin made contact with the water.

Oh yeah, you’re supposed to be careful around water in winter. He proceeded to wash them anyway trying to ignore the pain. His mind was of course still wired and thinking of a certain white cotton ball. Oh how he missed his warmth. But Snufkin was certain something had just changed between them and he was scared.

Once inside his tent Snufkin changed into his more comfortable sleepwear. He lied down and debated whether he should reroute and skip Moominvalley next spring or come back. He felt cruel just considering it. He knew it would break Moomin's heart. He brushed the thought away knowing that if he gave in to guilt he would not be able to sleep. He was just scratching the surface of his thoughts. But he was too tired to keep worrying about those things. So he decided to leave those decision to his future self.

And so Snufkin dreamt. He dreamt that he was on his way back to Moominvalley. To Moomin’s house. To him. His… home as well. He guessed he could call it that. In his dream he saw himself in third person. He was trailing behind himself, seeing the confidence in each step his dream-self took. He looked around, noticing how with each step dream Snufkin took, snow melted, and flowers bloomed under each step he took and after a brief moment he could hear it. His spring song. His dream self was making his presence known by playing the mouth organ. He knew that would get Moomin's attention once they got close enough.

It was as if he was bringing spring to his dear friend to wake him from his deep slumber. A gift for Moomin. They both walked until reaching the all too familiar house. He felt his heartbeat rise. Could it be? Maybe everything is back to normal. Snufkin thought. Although he realized something felt odd… He never went towards Moomin. Moomin always came out to greet him. He never felt the need to do that himself because it's just the way things were. So why?-

The door slammed open and there he was. Moomin stood in the entrance, his tail wagging excitedly behind him Snufkin noticed. He saw his dream-self and the troll hug in a warm embrace. Snufkin couldn’t help but smile at the sight. And then the troll started nuzzling Snufkin’s face gently with his snout. Snufkin felt as if he was encased in ice at the sight.He took a step back apprehensively. Honestly scared of the display of affection the two figures of his wandering imagination were having. Sure, he's held Moomin's hand before, even hugged the troll as well. But now, it almost seemed that there was a different meaning to those gestures. He didn’t want to look, in part because he felt it wasn’t his place to do so. But he was frozen.

Suddenly, he saw chains slither out form inside the house like snakes. Starting to wrap around his dream-figure. It was odd because he could feel the coldness of the chains even though they were not pressing directly against his own skin. The chains came out and kept wrapping themselves around the other Snufkin, meanwhile Moomin was looking at him adoringly and pleading him to stay. ‘Stay with me Snufkin. Forever and ever… Because I love y-‘

Overwhelmed, Snufkin woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He Took a time to collect his surroundings. He gulped trying to keep the tears sprouting from his eyes from falling. Wiping his face with his pijama’s sleeve. Rubbing it all over trying to feel a sense in reality.

The dream had helped him realize. He wasn’t against loving his best friend. Except Moomin already had The Snorkmaiden so why him!? But he also realized that even though he was here, thousands of steps away. He was dreading getting to this conclusion but he realized… even though he was all the way out here, he had left his heart in Moominvalley.

Snufkin looked around inside the tent for his mug and got out as fast as he could, going to the small stream only to noticed it had already frozen up. He knocked on the cold surface with the bottom half of his mug and managed to break the solid but not thick film of ice that had covered the stream. He collected some water and put it near his fire, opting to start his campfire again, for the water was too cold to drink.

After warming it a bit and waiting for it to cool down again, he chugged the liquid down and wiped his mouth once more with his sleeve… He should probably stop doing that. He went back inside to into his normal clothes. He needed to keep walking since the snow would catch up to him in no time.

While he was getting dressed, Snufkin accidentally pulled on his coat a bit too harshly, making a button pop out. His buttons were special, the kind you couldn’t find in town stores anymore.Purchase aside, he was a being of little to no possession. To Snufkin the very clothes he wore helped him remember all the good times spent his friends. He believed the small button contained many happy memories of him in the valley. He didn’t want to carry it around and risk losing it. He stared at it for a while thinking oh how he wished he had asked Moominmamma for a spare roll of thread.

Snufkin packed his things, the button being stored neatly into a small metal case where he kept needles and other useful small things, and bid farewell to the temporary resting spot and started walking. Feeling at peace yet uneasy how he realized he wouldn’t mind kissing Moomin again. But it was his friend’s expectations and desires to stay what made him scared. But deep down he was happy, he knew he was.

Snufkin kept walking absentmindedly until reaching a small glen, devoid of its usual flowers because of the weather and looked up. The sun had been out when he woke up, but it was gray now. At least he didn’t have to worry getting sunburns in the winter he thought trying to justify walking in the now colder atmosphere. He looked out in the distance and could make out something. A small town. Maybe he could find a roll of thread there. As long as he didn’t feel overwhelmed by its residents, everything should be just fine.

Next Chapter: Beyond Moominvalley 

[frighthouseofalighthouse]

I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

6.

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.

[sizzleitupwithmaria]

here you go @baura-bear (i’ve also definitely done these before but i know i’ve changed so)

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

i’m kind of a hoarder so all of them?? but mostly mugs and water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

CHOCOLATE

3. bubblegum or cotton candy

cotton candy slaps

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

very shy but a good learner

5. do you prefer to drink soda from cans, bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda sounds really unappealing right now so none?

6. pastel, boho, tomboys, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear?

a combo of boho tomboy and grunge

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

i don’t have the patience for either, podcasts are superior

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i walked by this couple yesterday who had ice cream and just... the smell of sugared cream and waffle cones.... delicious

10. game you were best at in pe?

volleyball maybe, but i still wasn’t good at that

11. what do you have for breakfast on an average day?

a granola bar, which sucks bc my first period is choir this year so i won’t be able to eat first period!!

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“oh boy i’m pining for someone”

13. lanyard or keyring?

my keychain is so heavy that wearing a lanyard would slowly break my neck

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMI BEARS!!!!!!!

15. favorite book you’ve read as a school assignment?

either romeo and juliet, to kill a mockingbird, or and then there were none

16. most comfortable position to sit in

i like legs crossed but i also like just the ideal Leg Bounce position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

my grey converse high tops

18. ideal weather?

like... 60 degrees and mildly cloudy

19. sleeping position?

on my side or occasionally on my stomach

20. preferred place to write?

in a notebook, writing on my laptop gets old after a while

21. obsession from childhood?

MAGIC TREE HOUSE or dolls in general

22. role model?

eva fucking noblezada

23. strange habits?

i like to shake my foot when i see something i like (is this stimming? probably and i kind of like it)

24. favorite crystal

emerald but just bc it’s my birthstone

25. first song you remember hearing?

probably something off of rumors by fleetwood mac

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

i hate warm weather but i like shopping

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather

go to school?? i kind of feel like my outfits are the coolest in winter and that gets me a lot of compliments

28. five songs that describe you?

just pick five random queen songs and it’ll probably be pretty accurate

29. best way to bond with you?

literally just talk to me. i can ramble for hours about shit you probably don’t care about

30. places that you find sacred?

my bedroom and the two giant woods in my hometown 

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

basically just blue jeans a flannel and a black tank top. not very cool but i feel nice in it

32. top five favorite vines

all i can think of rn is i’m gonna munch i’m gonna crunch so there’s that (stream revolution lover)

33. most used phrase in your phone?

fdhslfhdjslkfdk or any other keyspam

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

i have adblock lmao

35. average time you fall asleep

like 12:30 now that it’s summer

36. what is the first meme you remember seeing?

ehrmagerd or however you spell it

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag 

38. lemonade or tea

both, including when they’re combined (arnold palmers slap)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school

high school: this past year’s senior prank which did give me a mental breakdown but it was kind of hilarious 

middle school: The Smell

41. last person you texted?

my dad

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

pants, i always feel like shit will fall out of my jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket, or bomber jacket?

hoodie and cardigan, Maximum Coze

44. favorite soap scent?

i kind of like dessert scents

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy, or superhero?

none of them??

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my fav flannel which is very soft and underwear

47. favorite type of cheese?

the one that comes on pizza

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

....... a watermelon? i look pretty appealing from the outside but i’m actually 92% water

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

andre deshields’ three rules to longevity from the tonys :,)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

i can’t remember but i’ve definitely peed myself laughing in like... elementary school

51. current stresses?

“am i waiting too long to snap back my crush” and “OH SHIT I HAVEN’T STARTED ANY OF MY ESSAYS”

52. favorite font?

helvetica or comic sans if i’m in the mood

53. what is the current state of your hands?

i last washed them like 30 mins ago, my left hand’s nails are painted black, and my right pointer finger is bleeding

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i haven’t had one yet lol

55. favorite fairy tale?

i have no idea

56. favorite tradition?

i don’t really have any noteworthy ones

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

That Time In October 2017, The Week Of May 6 2019, and The Week Of Mamma Mia Auditions And The Week After (those are the official titles in my brain lmao)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

i have a good fashion sense, people tend to like my art?? i’m good in a choir?? and i guess i’m a bit naturally smart

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

something like “i’m gay”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

some combination of yuri on ice and ouran high school host club

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc?

i particularly like that one dude in hp and the sorcerer’s stone that was described as a toothless walnut

62. seven characters you relate to?

uhh my mind is really drawing a blank rn

63. five songs that would play in your club?

like... a combination of 70′s queen, cousin simple, and memes that’ll make people go buckwild

64. favorite website from your childhoos?

girlsgogames

65. any permanent scars?

(small tw) i have a scar on my left middle finger from when i tried to change razor blades and i just noticed today i have one single self harm scar left on my left leg and nnnnnnnhhhhhhh

66. favorite flowers?

roses and ik ferns don’t count but ferns are v pretty

67. good luck charms?

i have the shittiest luck lmao

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

i’m infamous for never trying new foods

69. a fun fact you don’t know how you learned?

idk, pretty much every fun fact ever?

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

like.... stripes of any kind make me look fatter than i am

72. worst subject

physical science, but it’s all bc of my shitty teacher

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

uhhhh fries and a wendy’s frosty?? or sometimes i squeeze a lemon into my coke

74. at what pain level out of ten do you have to be at before you take a pill?

hahahahahahaha i can’t swallow pills so i suffer

75. when did you lose your first tooth

i have no fuckin clue

76. what’s your favorite potato food?

fries!!!!! good!!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

ferns or cacti

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

neither?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

my school id but only bc i don’t have a license yet lmao

80. earth or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

pc?? although all i play on is my laptop which isn’t technically a pc

83. writing or drawing?

neither rn, i’m feeling uninspired

84. podcasts or talk radio?

P O D C A S T S 

85. barbie or polly pocket?

neither, i was a liv doll kid

86. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology but i can also dig some like... brothers grimm shit

87. cookies or cupcakes?

both but it depends on my mood (i could really go for a cookie rn)

88. your greatest fear?

experiencing eternal blackness after death

89. your greatest wish?

move into an apartment with my soulmate and act for a living

90. who would you put before everyone else?

nobody really rn

91. luckiest mistake?

coming out to my parents maybe? although it wasn’t a mistake, i would defo be in a bad place if i was closested at home

92. boxes or bags?

i have no clue

93. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight, or fairy lights?

fairy lights!!

94. nicknames?

none but if any future partners can come up with one for me i will marry them instantly

95. favorite season?

fall or spring

96. favorite app on your phone?

instagram or tik tok (KILL ME)

97. desktop background?

a nice landscape one of my fav artists painted

98. how many phone numbers have you memorized?

just my own lmao

99. favorite historical era?

60′s/70′s (i hate to be that bitch but that’s when music was at its peak)

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possible tw’s below: parental death mention, illness mentions, murder for hire mentions, and uh m,,, i think that’s it rlly. just warning ok.

GENERAL INFO

full name: soo bogum ( 수 보검 ). nickname(s): bo, sweetie pie to his mother (: gender & pronouns: cismale, he/him. sexual & romantic orientation: aromantic, demisexual. age & dob: twenty-five, november 8th, 19-- birthplace/hometown: seoul, sk. parents/siblings: only child, deceased father, living mother. pet(s): absolutely not LOL. astrological sign: scorpio. >:-) dominant hand: both! handwriting style: mostly writes in very slanted cursive. i feel like when you see things like royal documents signed or very important letters written back in the day with that vintage cursive ... that would be bogum. language(s) known/spoken: spanish, english, korean. religion: LOL. ok. current living arrangements: a two-bedroom, two bath apartment complex with his older, npc mother. it is pretty spacious given they both have their own room, a kitchen, dining space, their own bathrooms, and a patio. bo has the money if you kno what i mean ... (: occupation/major: hitman.

PHYSICAL

picture reference: uhh... this? this look rlly gives off bogum vibes so (: blood type: type O. nationality: korean. skin tone/color: lighter tanned. birthmarks & scars: heheh wouldn’t u like to kno ??? height: five-foot ten inches. 5′10″. build: pretty average, more on the lean/athletic side though. hair color: red. hair length: uhm ,, look at reference photo? eye color: brown. diet: uhm ... bo has a pretty average diet probably. he would eat just about anything, not very picky. i think he probably has his favorites when it comes to chips and candy but he doesn’t have a special diet. exercise & level of fitness: LOOOL. let me not make a bad joke here ): how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )?: bogum probably has really good posture! i think standing tall with a straight back probably adds to his uh... authoritative look?  typical style of dress: ( from his stats page ) dresses a bit old school, vintage?, almost plain. likes wearing tucked in and cuffed shirts, rolled up pants, boots, baseball caps, at least three rings on one hand, gold bracelets. the following outfits aren’t specific to him but they are probably kinda similar. it’s hard to rlly find exact examples ): (  1  /  2  /  3  /  4  ) body modifications: none, surprisingly. probably pierced ears that he never puts earrings in. that’s really it though. he would prob like a tattoos but wouldn’t do it for the sake of his career ( because tattoos are distinguishing features ).

MANNERISMS

how does your muse walk?: def with a bit of power in his step. very protective when he is with his mother. mostly, he would walk like he calculates every single step he takes. how does your muse talk?: HAHA i just talked about this with myungok’s mun ,, he would talk very plain and probably without a lot of emotion. this would make things that are usually out of pocket probably sound kinda weird.  what accent/dialect does your muse talk with?: he is from seoul and according to google, they speak with a gyeonggi dialect there (: how would you describe the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet?: QUIET... shh... if you speak too loud you won’t hear bogum speaking with such monotoned you could probably fall asleep. bogum asmr when?  what does their laugh sound like?: bogum? LAUGHING? i feel like bogum chuckles. so he would have like a short, quiet laugh. how does your muse typically smell?: either like smoke from a cigarette or like his mom’s perfume. what kind of air do they carry?: well jinae’s mun said he would have a dark and heavy presence and honestly that rlly fits the bill. do they have a(ny) catchphrase(s)?: time to die. what are their nervous ticks?: um.. not sure. probably knuckle cracking and finger tapping.

PSYCHOLOGY

what makes your muse happiest?: his mommy! seeing his mom thrive and gain her confidence back, even momentarily, makes him so happy. what upsets them the most?: ugh. listen. i talked abt this with some of y’all but the thought that if he ever got exposed or arrested ... how everyone in his life, including his mother, would just abandon him ... CRIES. was this supposed to be a general question? does your muse have any quirks?: i think his tendency to just be way too lax in certain situations would be his infamous quirk. what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them?: bogum is definitely a simple man. he would totally like puzzles, word searches, watching the news, scrapbooking ( YES, SCRAPBOOKING ), taking walks, shopping with his mom, writing, idk, he doesn’t do anything OD or over the top. shrug. do they have any guilty pleasures?: is your muse an extrovert or an introvert? neither?: 10000% introverted otl. do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence?: uhm... bogum probably has an average amount of confidence/self-esteem. he’s a realist, definitely. if he look ugly he look ugly. if he look good he look good. ‘nuff said. are they easily stressed and how do they normally respond to it?: stressed? bogum could be in the midst of a bank robbery and be sitting there like ok, y’all done yet? what is your muses worst fear?: his mother finding out about his job. what is your muses biggest dream?: to either escape his job for good or to be able to heal his mother of all her injuries and illnesses. but of course, neither of those will ever happen! is your muse a morning person or a night dragon?: a night dragon? ok. anyway he is probably both. i can see bogum getting like four hours of sleep and waking up like (: let’s fuckin go! how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it?: OH BOGUM has street smarts but definitely probably not book smarts. at least, not a great amount of book smarts. how can he be a hitman if he’s DUMM?! describe their sense of humor: LMAO. the real question is how can someone as funny as ME play someone as BORING as bogum?

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships?: HELL NO. luuuul. what is their experience with relationships?: to really think about it, bo probably had feelings for people here and there and most likely dated short term in high school but after he moved and began doing that he kind of lost all his effort to pursue romance. how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one? would they ever?: another hell naw to that sis. how important is sex to your muse?: not important at all. bogum could care less. what are their biggest turn on and turn offs?: see above pls. does your muse find it easy to make friends?: i say yes, only because most of his friends are through his mother. how important is friendship to them?: veRY IMPORTANT if bogum didn’t have the friends he has today, he probably would be a lot more sad and maybe more than just a hitman ): quantity or quality of friends?: quality! how important is family?: VERY IMPORTANT AGAIN bogum would give his life for his mother and to have his father back. are they close to their family? why or why not ?: YES. obviously asdfasdf everyone probably knows why. although bogum is now the one who runs the house, he still really values his mother because she ultimately has nobody but him in the end if she gets worse. his parents were always really good to him and when his father died, he knew that he and his mother had to stick together through it. he also knew that that he had to step up to provide for his mother because of her injuries and dementia. she is his life, really.

FAVORITES

activity: haha. you really wanna kno?... he likes word searches a lot. animal: idk. probably like. idk.  beverage: mmmm some piping hot tea. book: - color: is red cliche to say? designer: - food:  flower:  water lilies, pansies, lilies, peonies, idk, he would love all kinds of flowers. gem: i googled these. if he had a favorite it would be garnet, smoked topaz, and morion. holiday: christmas! his mother’s favorite too, probably. mode of transportation: walking, usually. movie: -  musical artist: oh boy, uhm,, i bet bogum likes indie kpop. like dean, suran, hyukoh, but i dont rlly know a lot to give you more details. quote / saying: - scenery: hm. probably night time in the living room, mom is put to bed already, he’s watching a rerun episode of a crime drama on television and thinking about how it’s so unrealistic. he’s got a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other though he puts it out halfway through because he loses interest. (: scent: i think he’d like the smell of cleaning products, flower scents ( bc it would remind him of his mom ), and metal (: obviously. weather: cloudy or rainy weather. anything that let’s him stay inside for the day. vacation destination: UM. i bet bogum would like to travel out of country to places like europe.

ATTITUDES

greatest dream: to finally have a peaceful life with his mother by his side, healthy or not. he wants to stop being a hitman, really, but it’s kind of like an addiction, plus he’s good at it, and it brings in the bacon. greatest fear: being caught and leaving his mother by herself -- it would be like the ultimate let down since he doesn’t trust anyone with her. most at east when: pls see scenery in section above. least as ease when: out in public by himself. he doesn’t have his mom as his cover. worst possible thing that could happen: PLS SEE GREATEST FEAR. ajdfkjasdfskf biggest achievement: moving to seoul safely with his mom! biggest regret: falling back into the crime life. most embarrassing moment: idk i feel like bogum isn’t embarrassing. he’s too ,, plain. biggest secret: LMAO well ... i think we all know. top priorities: keeping his mom safe, alive, healthy, and her bills paid for. also keeping himself undercover for the most part and making sure neither him or his mother are overwhelmed.

EXTRA TIDBITS

001. bogum is an unhealthy smoker but a social drinker. he never smokes around his mother though.

002. whenever bogum’s mother is around, he is on his own best behavior. he always does his best to be nice and keep up an image of her sweet son although by himself he can be different.

003. so far the only person who knows about his job is sangwoo because he sort of saw him in the act during his first hit. the two joke about it but bogum would take him out in a heartbeat if he spills.

004. i think it’s funny because i always pictured bogum as that person would give the shirt off of his back for you if you were in trouble. but he also wouldn’t hesitate to threaten to make you disappear.

005. his mom doesn’t know how he gets the money to pay for everything but bogum has her believing he “has his ways” and to “just trust him” although she asks about it every now and then.

006. though he stays inside a lot, some of the places you might see bogum outside of his apartment, are grocery stores close to his place, bars around town, museums, little cafes picking up things for his mother, dawon’s flower shop, and very occasionally places where there are a lot of drug activity.

007. here is smth: bogum is a hitman because his father was killed in a hit!

008. despite his mom questioning where he earns his money, his family has always been pretty well off but that was because of his father. so now that his father isn’t alive, it’s kind of ... fishy.

009. lmao probably your very typical scorpio minus the s*xual stuff.

010. my brain stopped working.

AESTHETICS

a card hand full of royals. empty, dark hospital hallways. dirty hands under black leather gloves. an empty, lonely wheelchair. old black and white photographs. an ashtray full of half smoked cigarettes. ripped up diary pages. rolled up fifty dollar bills. two expensive rings on each finger. responding “k” to a paragraph long text message. tri-folded letters written in the upmost calligraphy. roman numeral clocks.

[the-depressed-shiny-buneary]

Interview Time: Main Cast

1. Hi! What's your name?

Ashley: Ashley Gabena Ketchum~

Grey: Grey Ichiro Ketchum. 

Alex: Uh, I’m Alex Manya Morgan.

Salvia: Hello~ I’m Salvia Miyamoto Jameson

Daichi: I’m the great Daichi Hikaru Maple.

2. Do you know why you were named that?

Ashley: Dad said it’s because he was told to by a legendary Pokemon. My middle name is my mom’s maiden name. And Ketchum is the family last name~

Grey: Dad didn’t want to name me Silver Jr. So he picked Grey because of my eye color. My middle name means ‘firstborn son’, and I’m the first one that was born.

Alex: I don’t know why my parents named me Alex. But I’m glad they did cause it’s a gender-neutral name. Meanwhile, my middle name means rebellious women. I think it fits me. 

Salvia: Dad named me after the flowers at their wedding, which were Salvias and they could be red or blue like either of their hair colors. Miyamoto is the name of granny from my mom’s side, she wanted some reminder of her mom.

Daichi: Daichi means grand or impressive first son, which I think fits me perfectly cause I’m mom’s first son and I will be grand and impressive. Hikaru, my middle name, means shining brilliance. Again, it fits me so well.

3. Your age?

Ashley: I’m eleven~

Grey: I’m sixteen.

Alex: I’m fourteen.

Salvia: I’m twelve~

Daichi: And I am fifteen~

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Ashley: I can understand Pokemon like my dad~ And I can cheer people up by singing, I don’t know anything else. (She doesn’t know she has Psychic abilities yet)

Grey: I can run really fast if that counts.

Alex: I guess being able to be mistaken for a boy and a girl...Despite the fact, I’m neither!!

Salvia: I don’t think so. I’m pretty normal.

Daichi: I don’t think so either. 5. What's your eye color?

Ashley: It’s blue, like my mom’s~

Grey: It’s gray, I think it’s from my dad.

Alex: My eyes are purple.

Salvia: I have blue eyes like Ashley~ Twins~

Daichi: I also have blue eyes. 6. How about hair color?

Ashley: Raven black, like my dad’s~

Grey: I think my dad said my hair color is crimson red, that or scarlet red. Or just plain red.

Alex: My hair is black.

Salvia: Blue~ Like my dad’s~

Daichi: It’s green...like my dad’s hair... 7. Have any family members?

Ashley: Yeah~ My mom, my dad, my twin brother and sister, my uncle Silver, my aunt Ciara, my cousins Grey and Katri, my granny Delia, my grandpa Red, lots of family members~

Grey: My dad, my mom, my little sister, my uncle, my aunt, my cousin, my grandparents. It’s a pretty big family.

Alex: My mom, my dad, and my older brother. I only really like my brother.

Salvia: Yup~ My mom, my dad, my grandparents and...I think that’s actually it.

Daichi: My mom, my dad...my stepdad...my half-sister...my grandpa Norman, my grandma Caroline, my uncle Max and some others.

8. Fav color?

Ashley: Orange and yellow~

Grey: Black, gray and white.

Alex: Purple, black, white, pink and blue.

Salvia: Blue~

Daichi: Green and brown.

9. Fav food and drink?

Ashley: Macarons and Moomoo milk~ Best combo~

Grey: Ramen and green tea. Mostly if said ramen was spicy.

Alex: I guess leek and potato soup, my brother made it for me when we moved to Kalos. It was really good. As for the drink, I guess water.

Salvia: I love rice balls and dangos~ Both are so yummy~ I also like green tea with honey~

Daichi: My mom makes the best curry~ That’s my favorite food~ Oh, and soda pop~

10. Who's your crush?

Ashley: I really like my friend Chetari~ I’d say she’s my crush~

Grey: I have a girlfriend, her name is Tina.

Alex: Monica’s my crush, I kind of hope she likes me back.

Salvia: I don’t have a crush per say, but I do think Apollo is attractive. *blushing* I would like to get to know him better~

Daichi: I like Sable, she’s really friendly.

11. If you have one, did you kiss yet?

Ashley: *giggles* I kissed her cheek~ She got really red and it was adorable~

Grey: Me and Tina kiss all the time. *small smile* I like her kisses.

Alex: *blushes heavily* N-N-No... I want to though...

Salvia: *blushing* O-Oh my, k-kissing... Th-That seems a b-bit bold...

Daichi: I mean...I kissed the back of her hand but...not on the cheek or lips... *blushes*

12. Your hobbies?

Ashley: Oh, dancing, singing, gardening, sewing, baking, and parkouring~

Grey: I took into skateboarding and roller skating back when I was in Kalos. I’m still pretty good.

Alex: I take martial arts, karate, tae kwon do, basically any kind of fighting I can do. I also like to cook, I’ll say that much. Oh, there’s also the piano. I hate playing it but for some reason, I still play it.

Salvia: I love dancing with Ashley~ I also learned how to knit when I was maybe seven and I love knitting~

Daichi: Well aside from being a coordinator, I like to take pictures of whatever I see. I also took an interest in gymnastics and I play the trumpet. I also like to plant berries for my Pokeblock.

13. Who are your friends?

Ashley: I have lots of friends~ My best friend being Salvia~ I’m also friends with Lillie, Lana, Mallow, Tina, Monica, Chetari, Moon and Penelope~ Oh, another best friend is Takako~

Grey: I guess Daichi, Gladion, and Kiawe are pretty good friends of mine. 

Alex: I see Ashley as a really good friend, I guess the same could be said for Salvia and Daichi. 

Salvia: Oh~ Ashley’s my best friend~ I’m also friends with Penelope, Lillie, Lana, Chetari and Mallow~

Daichi: I’m Grey’s best friend, of course. I’m also pretty close to Sophocles. We have fun playing video games together.  14. Fav weather?

Ashley: Sunny~ That’s the best kind of weather~ 

Grey: I guess cloudy, mostly dark clouds. Cause that means it’ll rain and I like rain.

Alex: Snow! I like the sun and all, but I’ve lived in Snowpoint city and Snowbelle city for all my life. Snow is what I always remember.

Salvia: Like Ashley, I love sunny weather~ It’s so much fun to play in~

Daichi: I like partly cloudy, not too sunny and not too cloudy. It’s perfect. 15. What season do you prefer?

Ashley: Spring~ Everything is coming back from the cold and the flowers are pretty to look at~

Grey: I like Fall. All the colors they have are really great to look at.

Alex: WINTER!!! I LOVE WINTER!!!

Salvia: Summer~ Summer~ Summer~

Daichi: I’d say Spring, that’s when I can go back to gardening. 16. Your biggest fears?

Ashley: Rhyhorns...I hate Rhyhorns...

Grey: Watching Katri and Ashley die and I can’t stop them from dying...

Alex: Not being accepted by my close friends...

Salvia: The rumors of my parents being true...

Daichi: My dad dying and me being unable to say goodbye... 17. Any persons you don't like?

Ashley: I don’t like Dusk, she’s really mean to me when I want to be friends.

Grey: I don’t like grandma Grace when Ashley was little she tried to show her how to ride a Rhyhorn. She kept getting bucked off and me, Salvia, Daichi, and Ashley told her to stop and how it was enough but she kept going until she got her arm broken. I also hate that girl Sheryl.

Alex: I don’t like my parents, they tried to force me to be a cis boy.

Salvia: My dad’s old fiancee! Sure she gave me my Vileplume but she only did it to try and get me to like her! She’s mean! 

Daichi: I don’t like Harley...Sure he makes my mom happy and all but still... 18. Do you like cute things/persons?

Ashley: Of course I do~

Grey: I guess my sister and my cousin count, so yeah.

Alex: Totally, what isn’t there to like about cute things?

Salvia: Oh yes~ All the way yes~

Daichi: I find a lot of Bug types cute, yeah. 19. A compliment you get to hear often?

Ashley: That I’m really good at dancing and how I’m a lot like my parents.

Grey: That I’m a good battler just like my dad.

Alex: Someone once said ‘Don’t stick to gender stereotypes, fight society you genderfluid warrior’. I guess that would count.

Salvia: That I create amazing displays with the most unlikely Pokemon type~ And they said Poison-types were ugly, ha!

Daichi: That I’m really good at gardening and coordinating.

20. Name your worst habits.

Ashley: I guess my energy and my bottomless stomach can be a bit of an issue...

Grey: People say I glare a little too much which makes me look intimidating.

Alex: It’s not my fault I get angry when people think I’m a boy or a girl.

Salvia: I am very submissive...I’m honestly glad my friends don’t take advantage of that.

Daichi: I’ll admit, I do have a lot of arrogance. My friends are working on having me break out of that. 21. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Ashley: My parents and my aunt of course~

Grey: My dad, obviously.

Alex: Drew! He was the reason why I got interested in Pokemon coordinating in the first place!

Salvia: My mom and Mrs. Ketchum for sure~

Daichi: My dad! He’s awesome! 22. Do you go to school?

Ashley: Yup~ I go to school~

Grey: We all do actually.

Alex: I was nervous at first but it’s not so bad.

Salvia: I like going to our school in Alola~

Daichi: It’s fun actually, I like it there. 23. Ever wanna marry and have kids one day?

Ashley: I guess so, with Chetari~

Grey: That would be nice if me and Tina are still together.

Alex: If Monica wants to date me yeah.

Salvia: *blushing* I would like that, with Apollo.

Daichi: Yes, with Sable. 24. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?

Ashley: Maybe like one or two.

Grey: Too many to count...

Alex: Not really but I’m glad I don’t have any.

Salvia: I think one boy gave me flowers.

Daichi: I have a fan club. 25. What do you usually wear?

Ashley: I mostly wear dresses that are yellow or orange and an orange headband, I don’t wear hats often~

Grey: A black and white striped T-shirt and gray shorts, as well as black tennis shoes. It’s pretty basic.

Alex: Like Grey a striped T-shirt only it’s black and purple, I’ll either have a white skirt or a pair of black shorts, sometimes I’ll wear shorts under my skirt. I also have a white scarf, striped socks, and black sneakers. I also wear pink and blue bandages around my fists.

Salvia: Normally it’s a blue dress, white tights, and blue Mary Jane shoes. I also never go anywhere without my blue ribbons.

Daichi: I wear a green shirt and brown shorts and green sneakers. I also have a brown jacket that looks like my dad’s, he gave it to me before he left. 26. What class are you? (low class, middle class, high class)

Ashley: I’d say, high class, mom’s the Kalos Queen and dad has a lot of jobs.

Grey: High class, my dad’s a champion and my mom’s an actress. So high class.

Alex: I think middle class.

Salvia: Upper middle class since my parents work for Ashley’s parents.

Daichi: I’d say middle class or lower high class, it’s hard to tell.

27. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Ashley: I’d say the ocean~ It’s fun saying hi to all the Water types~

Grey: Ocean for sure. Sharpedo can enjoy a swim.

Alex: I’d go with a lake, I’m not that good at swimming.

Salvia: I’ll say a lake too, it’s more controlled.

Daichi: I’d say both have their good points, so both.

28. What's your type?

Ashley: Psychic types because they can be great companions when you need them~

Grey: Dark-types because they can be crafty and sneak away with little to no detection.

Alex: Fighting-types because their fighting styles are amazing and different.

Salvia: Poison-types because I find them so cute and they are not ugly!

Daichi: Bug types because all of them have so much beauty inside and out. It kind of annoys me that Mrs. Misty fears them when she doesn’t know them.  29. Camping or indoors?

Ashley: Both~ I love camping and sleeping indoors~

Grey: I’m with Ashley on this, both are fun.

Alex: I’d say camping, more time to train and improve my fighting stances.

Salvia: Indoors, I got lost while camping once.

Daichi: Camping, I could find more berries to plant and more Bug types to play with.

[huggableduck]

OH WIG

What they smell like:

he smells like .. sweat .. but not in a gross way. just in a “I spend 90% of my time outdoors” way. he also smells like plants and pine trees constantly

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

he’s one of those fools w a super strong & accurate melatonin response so the second he sees its dark outside he’s out like a light, and he can and will sleep ANYWHERE ... he’s like a cat who curls up inside shoeboxes it can barely fit inside. he also loves letting his pokemon sleep with him, it’s comforting 2 him

What music they enjoy:

he enjoys & tolerates a lot of different music, but his personal itunes library is all weird country songs and a single three days grace album

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

n’s kneejerk response is to wake up exactly at sunrise. usually he brushes his teeth with pinecones and brushes his birds nest of hair with his hands but if he happens to be sleeping in a pokemon center he makes sure to leave nurse joy some money or at least a thoughtful gift as thanks for letting him stay. he never sticks around in one spot for long & they never get to see him off

Their favorite thing to collect:

flowers and leaves. he has a book that he uses to press specimens he finds.., he also writes long long paragraphs about his findings and doodles math equations in it. he likes to draw pictures of buildings he sees too, bc he loves architecture

Left or right-handed:

left handed

Religion (if any):

after n was able to break away & clear his head of all the bullshit ghetsis filled it with, I think he would be kinda spiritual.. hes not necessarily superstitious or anything but he believes emotions are more than just chemicals and all living things have a soul

Favorite sport:

n is pretty athletic so he does a lot of climbing and lifting in his everyday.. he also likes wrestling a lot because it’s a sport he can do with pokemon AND people. he’s also new to pokemon battling, something he was originally opposed to but is learning to accept through seeing examples of powerful trainers who have a deep bond with their pokemon as friends, not tools

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

n’s FAVORITE thing to do while traveling is to meet and talk to pokemon, that’s number one priority. he kinda just sightsees, floating through like a ghost and exploring the nature AND cities in new places and making connections with new pokemon. fuck what the humans said. it’s time to talk with this ditto for five hours

Favorite kind of weather:

he likes partly cloudy, warm weather .. he really enjoys laying at the tops of mountains & tall hills and watching the clouds go by, and listening to the pokemon in the trees below. he also loves strong winds

A weird/obscure fear they have:

n is scared of hugging and being hugged. he was barred from physical affection from such a young age, so hes always hesitant to touch people at all, even if he wants to and even if they tell him it’s fine. being hugged from behind especially is a jarring & freaky experience for him

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

he is REALLY weirdly good at tetris. like he hyperfocuses and gets really into the game & fucking decimates everyone’s spot on the leaderboard and then names himself something bizarre like yung lettuce