#also help's music video is such a mood - and i die laughing every time the band shows up in the mirror

[cazshmere]

Astrology Observations Pt.5

materialist🔖

DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!!

🔮 When Venus is transiting your 5th house, you tend to become more active on social media (posting pictures, TikToks, videos, etc.) and you feel like going out of your comfort zone a bit more. It's a very fun time with a lot of playful energy 🩵✨

🔮 Can we talk about how good a Cancer Mercury's memory is? THEY have that photographic memory and remember everything so vividly. Also, they are such good listeners. If you’re a yapper get yourself a cancer mercury friend cause you best believe they’d genuinely be interested in listening to you yap away haha😭. Such a good placement to have imo (esp if there are no harsh Neptune/Saturn aspects)

🔮 A question for those with prominent Sagittarius and 9th house placements: Did y’all ever just stay with your grandparents for a long time, be it on vacation or something?

🔮 Lilith square Moon natives are afraid to express their emotional needs and feel embarrassed when they do. They immediately regret being vulnerable and wish they wouldn’t have let their guard down. It’s so sad to see honestly :((, y’all deserve the tightest hugs fr 🫂

🔮 I've noticed that people with Sagittarius placements often end up being the butt of the joke. Most of the time, they laugh it off, but it does bother them. They don’t want to ruin the “vibe” by bringing this up so they end up just going along with it 🥲

🔮 Virgo men and playing the victim in situations where they are confronted in go hand in hand plus the amount of self pitying that goes on is ridiculous 💀. Every Virgo man, when at fault, will say things like, "I know I AM a burden to you," "I know you hate ME, I would hate MYSELF too," "I know I AM a loser, and I don't know how you even stayed with ME" like boi stfu😭😭😭

🔮 Mercury trine Mercury synastry could possibly indicate having similar music tastes. The type of couple who’d share earphones and just vibe to songs together 🥺🎧

🔮 Virgo women (especially Sun, Venus, and Rising) pull off the ‘no-makeup makeup’ look so effortlessly. Natural beauties right here 🥰🤩

🔮 When it comes to celebrities or idols you really like, there's definitely some 1st house/5th house/8th house or 10th house synastry involved 👀

🔮 Aries moon friends are the best type of friends to have fr, no bs and the realest ones out there. They’re extremely motivating and will definitely help in uplifting your mood no matter what. A true ride or die friend unless you piss them off 😭🤪

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[groovygianniart]

Pretty sloppy refsheet since I haven't made a proper one in a while (don't think I ever did for any past fursonas/furry oc's.).

Bitter-Berry was born into the world sometime in the mid-90's to a white-tailed deer mother and a timber wolf father. His mother named him "Juniper" and raised him away from his father, and while growing up, she demonized every aspects of wolves and any predator type species. B.B was raised to fear wolves and suppress his urges which did not mix well with his own deer instincts.

Growing up, B.B had issues making and keeping friends, if he wasn't quietly keeping to himself he was lashing out, which lead to him becoming isolated.

The wolf instincts became worse as a teenager (raging hormones and all that) and he completely lost himself when he attacked and killed a fellow deer. He couldn't help but to eat the corpse when he took them down. He was ousted from the herd and his mother fully disowned him.

Lost and isolated, he met a human woodsman, who took him in after convincing him he was special and they'd make something great together. B.B became the man's "hunting dog" which satisfied his predator urges and gave him a sense of usefulness and belonging.

This seemingly nice setup didn't last long, after a few years, his domestication training turned into full on torture, the woodsman revealed himself to be some type of sorcerer. He would preform torturous rituals on B.B, making him experience death and resurrection.

The only thing that was a silver lining for Bitter-Berry was the fact the more the woodsman used his magic, it would slowly kill him, though it took B.B awhile to realize it would be an open door to escape. He endured this for a full decade until the woodsman became too weak to overpower B.B and eventually die.

Now Bitter-Berry spends his newfound freedom seeing the limits of his supposed immortality and regenerative abilities. He may be a danger to others but he's not invincible, he can still be knocked down and he's pretty weak overall.

He's not sure if he can live a normal life after everything, but at least there's some things that make him happy; like weed, energy drinks, video games and doing art...and other earthly delights.

Extra notes:

B.B has autism and low self esteem, as the years went on his anxiety got worse and he got major depression along with the trauma.

He discovered he was trans near the end of his time stuck with the woodsman.

His antlers started growing after one of the last rituals he was subjected to, it was a mistake by the woodsman but he decided he can take the antlers for whatever he wanted.

B.B can appear in feral, toony and anthro whenever the mood calls for it.

Because of his shifting forms, his legs in anthro mode are mostly digitigrade but can also be plantigrade depending.

Got top surgery at some point but the scars can appear or disappear depending on how the regeneration process is.

B.B chose the name "Bitter-Berry" as a somewhat similar name to his deadname.

Fashion wise B.B dresses more alternatively, fitting with his music tastes. Mostly settles for what's comfortable and listens to a lot of other things too (polyjamorous lol).

B.B appears sickly due to an unbalanced diet, but default is kinda chubby.

Sometimes his wolf instincts clash with his deer instincts to the point of self destructive behavior.

Despite the dark subject matter, he has the ability to be silly and laugh at dumb things or odd coincidences.

There's a lot of darker stuff and not-safe-for-tumblr subject matter but hopefully that can be gauged with the bio there.

[kittenintheden]

Writer Interview Game

hee fun, thank you for the tag, @eraserspiral!

When did you start writing?

blah blah blah been writing stories since I was a kid blah but honestly I'd say I legitimately developed an interest in writing fiction when I was around 13. you'll never guess this but I was on the jr high literary magazine and I wrote a sweet lil 13yo romance story where a marine biologist verbally abuses a dude who hits a dolphin with his boat and then he gets them both to the emergency vet and then it turns into a meet-cute. I used the word "dumbass" in the story and my teaching advisor let it slide and it was published with the swear intact. it was a whole thing.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read all kinds of things I don't especially want to write. a lot of nonfiction and investigative journalism, memoirs, literary classics a la Virginia Woolf. no interest whatsoever in writing it but it's good reading.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

there isn't like a specific writer I aspire to write like, but I have historically been compared to Neil Gaiman, which is very flattering. mostly I admire the writing chops of Laini Taylor for her beautiful lyrical imagery and dreamlike framing, Carmen Maria Machado for the way she blends horror elements with life, queerness and emotion, Christopher Moore for his incredible humor writing, and (surprise) Neil Gaiman for his approach to speculative fiction that feels so accessible and tied to the real world. like you could turn over a rock and find an entire magical world you never knew was there.

I don't necessarily want to EMULATE them but I have been influenced by them, for sure.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write on a laptop curled up in the corner of my couch with noise-cancelling headphones on and am frequently interrupted by pets, a spouse, or children. which is why I tend to write late at night.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

sit my ass down and start typing. like I know that is not romantic or fun but part of writing is that I have to get into my flow state, and I can't do that by dicking around doing stuff that isn't writing. it can be really, really hard. sometimes it'll feel like shit. but I do it anyway.

something that helps me a lot is putting on the headphones and listening to mood music or a dialogue video to kind of kickstart my brain into the creative space.

I also do a weed. doing a weed relaxes my inner critic. sometimes.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

sibling relationships tend to feature prominently. I have several siblings and sibling dynamics are fascinating to me. there also tend to be themes of self-sacrifice, choosing love (romantic or platonic), and messy but ride-or-die style friendships.

What is your reason for writing?

I feel compelled to put the movies playing in my head to the page. it brings me joy to transcribe my weird ideas and give them form.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

when people tell me they've come back to reread something I wrote because it stuck with them. that's like. wow. what a feeling. what a motivator.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I try not to think about how other people think about me if I can help it, which I often can't, lol. but mostly I hope readers (and people in general) think of me as someone who tells emotionally resonant stories that make them smile or laugh.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

dialogue. expressing an emotion succinctly on the page.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm in a pretty good place about it these days. I write both professionally and for fun, and what I do in this space is my fun time. I can let go, be experimental and weird, not overanalyze every single word, and make something for/with a community that I really enjoy.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

a mix of both, I guess? mostly for myself, honestly. I write the things I would enjoy reading. I write the smut I would find hot. I write the jokes that make me laugh. but I also love giving little winks to readers and letting them know that they're part of the experience, too.

no pressure tags: @shewhowas39 @spacebarbarianweird @ghostfire @brain-rot-central @brabblesblog

[ruby-whistler]

i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

[harleysarchive]

Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot

Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost Pairing: Corspe x reader Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.

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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, I’m sorry if it’s annoying and I don’t know if it’s shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D

You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldn’t do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote “you are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/n” and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.

He won’t see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!

You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.

You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.

I can’t believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I don’t think he is.

You opened the message and it read:

“Thank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot 🖤”

You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.

Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.

“Thank you! I can’t believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Can’t wait for more content from you!” You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.

You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and we’re dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!

“That's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)”

“Omg I’m gonna die” you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.

“Yay can’t wait! I will be glued to the screen!” You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.

Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote “you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love y/n” and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.

“”you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love (y/n)” thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.”

The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!

The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!

“I hope you liked the stream today :)” he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy. 

“I did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.” you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.

“Thanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.”

“Not at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber 😊”

 “Well I’m not a big youtuber... but it’s nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word I’m sending you.”

You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago. 

Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain must’ve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didn’t really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didn’t want to annoy him with spamming his dm’s either - but you really, really wanted to.

Corpse POV.

Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.

I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?

“Yooo, care to hang out today?” Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didn’t answer me back. Well I know why, but I didn’t like that the conversation were over so quick. 

Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.

“Hey man, you okay?”

I snapped out of my thought and looked at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Except from the usual shit.”

“You sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Not even the kind girl from your streams?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Not even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you haven’t talked to her there?”

Fuck...

“Who is she?”

“A fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess that’s over...”

“What did you say to her?”

“I sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.”

Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It must’ve hurt his head. 

“You idiot... You can’t expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...”

“I know, but I got nervous.”

“Are you following her?”

“No... Not yet at least.” I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didn’t dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button. 

Your POV.

You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him. 

“Welcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see 😅”

You could see him typing something.

“I very much do ;)”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldn’t stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :D 

TAGS:

@fanworrior @wibblytimey

[alcego]

@burnthoneyy​ tagged me in this (<33 thanks broski) -- rules: spell out your URL using songs in your library

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bonus:

new americana - halsey life of the party - all time low face down - the red jumpsuit apparatus endlessly - the cab relapse - divided by friday venus - sleeping at last riot - three days grace scars - papa roach ares - winters island firewall - les friction all i want - kodaline / pt 2 last resort - papa roach fragments - an unkindness on your side - cin3ma how to save a life - the fray sugar we’re goin down - fall out boy

tagging: @saltyshiro​ @kcgane​ @starry-sheith​ @coralreefskim​ @lvtvr​ @crystalklances​ @otasucc​ if you guys wanna! no pressure <3

[c-optimistic]

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but I just watched Hozier’s from Eden music video and now I can’t stop thinking about Lena and Kara on the run finding and saving a kid from a bad situation...

obviously slightly different from the video and also an unambiguously happy ending

-

Alex handed over the keys to the beat up car, her eyes not straying from Kara’s for even a second.  

“Travel at night as much as you can. The tank is full, but you need to make it last as long as possible.” She blinked, bit her lip, and squeezed Kara’s hand. “No powers. Not for anything. And no contact. I’ll find a way to let you know it’s safe.”

Kara nodded, pulling her sister closer and enveloping her in a tight hug, trying to memorize the way it felt, the warmth that burrowed into her bones and eased her mind. “We’ll be fine, Alex,” she said, injecting as much confidence in those four words as she possibly could. She was glad that Alex couldn’t see the tears she wasn’t quite able to suppress. “I’ll be listening for you.”

Alex pulled away and opened her mouth to argue, probably to point out that Kara’s statement went directly against the no power rule, but then her mouth snapped shut, like she knew better than to argue.

“Don’t put on any music you like on the radio. You know it makes you want to sing, and that sort of thing is bound to attract attention,” Alex said instead, smoothing over Kara’s shoulders and tugging slightly on the collar of her borrowed leather jacket. “Take care of each other,” she added, clearly no longer able to hide her anxiety behind jokes. Her eyes didn’t stray from Kara, but the comment was undoubtedly meant more for Lena than for Kara. “I love you, Kara.”

“Danvers sisters, right?” Kara said thickly, holding back tears. She pulled Alex in for one more tight hug, taking care to listen to her heartbeat, to memorize its unique rhythm. “I love you, too. You call if you need me. Okay? Do you promise?”

“Promise,” Alex said, pulling away and wiping at her cheeks. “All right. Go. Go.”

Kara and Lena didn’t need to be told a third time. They got into the car, and drove off into the night, Kara’s eyes on the rearview mirror long after Alex had disappeared entirely from view.

-

Very quickly, they developed a routine.

Hats, thick sunglasses, hoodies, and overall easily forgettable outfits became their norm, much to Lena’s eternal dismay. Kara would pretend not to see her wince as she pulled on sneakers, and Lena returned the favor by not calling Kara out when she used her superhearing to listen for Alex every single night.

They drove throughout the night for the most part, sticking to unpopulated areas as much as they could, not speaking much to the people they ran into at gas stations and diners. When the posters with their faces began cropping up on public restrooms and outside of convenience stores, Lena suggested they die or cut their hair.

During the day, they slept. Sometimes in the car, no relief from the sweltering heat. Sometimes, if they figured it was safe enough, they’d sleep a few hours at a motel before setting off again.

They definitely didn’t use each other’s names. Not once. In fact, they didn’t speak much at all.

(One thing filled both their minds:

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.

As long as they were on the move, Lex couldn’t get to them.)

It wasn’t much of a life, but it wasn’t all bad either.

It meant Lena would surreptitiously take her hand out of anxiety or a desire to provide comfort when driving past other cars. It meant when Lena’s always busy mind became bored, she’d invent new games to play as they drove along.

It meant huddling up together one particularly cold desert night.

It meant becoming very familiar with the song Lena hummed as she showered.

It meant learning to decipher Lena’s mood based on tuts, clicks of her tongue, breathy sighs, and the roughness of her voice when she would break the silence between them.

No, it wasn’t a bad life, being on the run with her best friend, the only person on this planet after Alex who’d ever made Kara feel at home.

It wasn’t a bad life, with money carefully hidden in the car, under the mats and inside the seat cushions, their every need anticipated and planned for, long into the future. Theoretically, they could stay on the run for years, evading Lex’s long reach.

It wouldn’t be a bad life, but to be fair, when your only goal was survival, having a good life (or really living at all) just wasn’t the point.

-

Kara chewed on her lip as she refueled the car, her eyes on the meter, her ears on the men coming out of the gas station.

They were laughing, clearly a bit drunk despite the time of day, one of the men complaining loudly as they walked towards their car.

“Costs me a fortune to feed that boy. Clothe him. Give him a place to sleep. And if she can leave him, why can’t I?”

Kara didn’t react. She finished refueling, paid, then slid into the driver’s seat, watching as the drunk men piled into their car and pulled away. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. Just a tiny bit more pressure, just a little bit more of a squeeze, and she could shatter it in her hands.

“Is something wrong?” Lena asked, reaching out and brushing her hand over Kara’s shoulder, so careful, so tentative. “You seem upset.”

Kara turned to her, still chewing on her lip.“What do you think about getting a good night’s sleep tonight? I know a place we can go. It’ll be safe.”

Lena’s eyes roved over Kara’s face for a moment. “What did you hear?” she asked finally, gesturing with her head in the direction the men had driven off to.

“Just that they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few days.”

Lena eyed her skeptically, clearly knowing there was something else, something Kara wasn’t sharing, but she didn’t comment. “Okay. Okay, if it’s safe. We can both use the rest.”

Kara didn’t respond, but her grip on the steering wheel finally eased. She didn’t speak as she inserted the key in the ignition and started the car, pulling slowly out of the gas station and down the road.

And Lena let out a breathy sigh, the only indication of her displeasure at being kept in the dark, though belied by the slight quirk of her lips.

(And as they drove, windows down and hair billowing in the wind, Kara wondered if Lena felt the way she did:

An aching need to stop running, even for just a moment.)

-

The floorboards of the house creaked under them as they stepped inside, Lena immediately wrinkling her nose at the smell—something harsh, like paint, and underneath it, the sickly sweet smell of rotting flowers.

“No wonder those men were in such a hurry to leave,” Lena muttered, distaste coloring her features as they stepped further in the home. The floor was littered with empty beer cans and filthy clothes, the smell of rotting flowers growing stronger. “This place is disgusting. Who would live here?”

Kara didn’t respond, just kept walking towards one of the rooms in the very back of the house. She wondered, briefly, stupidly, how Lena couldn’t hear what she could: the sound of a little heart, pounding furiously away in an equally small chest, body and bones rattling in fear.

“Where are you going?” Lena asked, still following dutifully. “Kara?”

It was the sound of her name that made her pause, turn around, and smile. “I had to help him,” she explained in a whisper before dropping to her knees and gently pulling a closet door open, revealing the pale, dirty face of a little boy. “Hi,” Kara said softly, heart breaking as he pressed himself against the wall of the closet in an attempt to create distance between them, his legs tangled in rags that made up what must have been his bed. (And in the corner of the closet, flowers, long dead.) “Don’t be scared,” she continued, though she didn’t advance further. She stared at him, listened to the terrified pounding of his little heart, and she came to a decision. Without thinking about it for longer than a second, she reached up and let her hair out of its ponytail, then pulled off her glasses. “Do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?” she asked, ignoring Lena’s warning hand on her shoulder, silently urging her not to do this.

The boy pushed away from the wall, approaching Kara with more than a little hesitancy. But his eyes never left her face. “Supergirl?” he finally whispered in awe, mouth falling open just a little bit. “Are you really her? Are you really here?”

“Yeah,” she answered, holding out a hand. “Yeah, I’m here.”

He paused for a moment more, as if not entirely sure she was telling the truth, but then he rushed forward, allowing Kara to pull him into a hug. “You’re really her. You’re really here.”

-

She broke Alex’s rules and used her powers to speed through cleaning the home. Lena was in the kitchen with the boy, digging through the cabinets and the fridge to make him something to eat, eventually settling on soup that Kara heated with her laser vision, much to the little boy’s glee.

Much later, when the child was wrapped in blankets and letting out soft snores as he slept in the only bed in the house, Lena handed Kara a mug of tea and motioned for her to follow her outside. They sat on a rickety bench on the porch in silence, sipping their tea and taking in the cool night air, the miles of empty desert around them. And then:

“You didn’t tell me because you knew it was a bad idea. You knew we shouldn’t have come here.”

“I wasn’t going to abandon this kid.”

“You don’t know this kid,” Lena admonished, sounding tired. And in her tone, something else. Guilt, maybe. “I know what you’re thinking, Kara. But we can’t help him. Lex is still after us. Being on the run is no place for a kid.”

“But what we found him in is?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena. She took their mugs and placed them on the ground at their feet, then grabbed Lena’s hand. “You can’t look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to help him. I know you, Lena.”

“It would throw everything off. All our plans, the sacrifices we’ve made,” Lena said, pulling her hand out of Kara’s grasp.

Kara felt her back stiffen. “I know you’ve planned for a decade or more, but I can’t, Lena. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to look over my shoulder running from Lex forever. I just. Life has to be more. And this kid needs our help. We can’t use Lex as an excuse forever.”

This was very clearly the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you. No one asked you to go on the run with me. It was your choice, if you remember.”

(It was.

But here was the thing, the thing that Kara wasn’t sure how to put into words: she would’ve made the same choice again and again. She would’ve given everything up for Lena a hundred times over.)

“Lena, you know that’s not what I meant,” Kara said softly, reaching for her hand again, grateful when Lena grabbed on tightly.

“We can’t stay here. We’ll have to drive through the day and night for a while,” she said after a long pause. “We’ll need to get him clothes. And you need to explain to him he can’t mention Supergirl ever again,” she added, narrowing her eyes at Kara.

Kara nodded quickly and, absolutely unable to help it, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lena’s temple.

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite?” she asked as she pulled away.

Lena just rolled her eyes, picking up their mugs and getting to her feet.. “After Alex, maybe,” she said with a grin, holding out a hand for Kara to help her up.

“That’s different. Alex is my sister. You’re…” Kara trailed off, not noticing the tremble in Lena’s hand, “you’re you.”

“Very eloquent, love,” Lena laughed, the endearment making Kara’s heart skip a beat. “To think you’re a journalist.”

They laughed as they put away the mugs and settled for a sleepless night on the lumpy couch in the living room, Lena’s head resting on Kara’s shoulder as she slowly dozed off.

And Kara sat there, breathing in the smell of Lena’s shampoo, half of her focus on the little boy’s gentle breathing in the next room, the other half of her focus on Alex’s heartbeat thousands of miles away, her thoughts on what it meant to be a family.

-

It was after several days of driving that they found a place Lena determined to be safe enough to rest.

The boy, who had yet to tell either Kara or Lena his name, ran ahead of them, heading straight for the small garden littered with colorful flowers.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” Lena said as she grabbed one of their bags from the car, struggling a bit with its weight. “Have you been listening for him?”

Kara didn’t ask who him was. Either it was Lex or it was the boy’s unfit father, and regardless of who Lena was referring to, the answer was yes. Of course she’d been listening for him. “No news,” she confirmed, taking the bag from Lena, swinging it easily over her shoulder. “I have heard some odd frequencies lately though. Not sure what to make of it.”

Lena, who was smiling gratefully at Kara’s help, suddenly stopped, fear taking over her features. She pulled Kara to a halt by the wrist, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think—”

“—no,” Kara assured her, shifting the bag so that she could pull Lena into a loose, one-armed hug. “It’s similar to the frequency on Alex’s watch. I thought it was her way of signalling it’s safe but—”

“—but it seems more like a warning?”

Kara nodded, watching as the boy raced back towards them, a handful of flowers he’d pulled from the garden clutched in his fist. “A day or two,” Kara said in an undertone. “Just to rest. Then we’ll move on to the next place.”

Lena didn’t respond, but her hands twisted into the fabric of Kara’s shirt, and she pressed her face against Kara’s shoulder, and Kara figured that was answer enough.

-

Their routine changed.

It was as if, in their determination to give the child everything they possibly could for as long as they could, the fear and dreariness of being on the run was replaced by laughter and joy.

Lena took them all on a shopping trip, letting the boy pick out bright colored clothes, even rolling her eyes and conceding when Kara got them all baseball caps.

Rather than stay at sketchy motels, Kara would constantly be on the listen for people going on vacation or on weekend getaways, feeling better about ‘borrowing’ the home by making sure the home was immaculate when they left, Lena purposely leaving behind a small stack of bills.

They ate whatever the boy wanted, from sugary snacks to cheesy burgers. There was always music, usually a bubbly pop song Kara liked and they found that the boy preferred, leading to impromptu dances in the kitchen—with one memorable time, which Kara rather thought was seared into the back of her eyelids, Lena making the boy laugh as she grabbed his hands, swinging his arms to and fro, shaking her hips in time with the music.

(And in the dark, long after the child was asleep, Kara and Lena would lay together, heads close, trying to calculate what resources they had left, how much more they could stretch it out, how much longer they could continue this way.

And every night, long after Lena had finally drifted off, her head nestled on Kara’s shoulder, Kara would close her eyes and listen to the ever-closer frequency she didn’t recognize, increasingly worried about what it could mean.)

Then Lena changed their routine again.

Every morning, as Kara would make them coffee, Lena would press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. She had them play the games she’d invent on the spot, winking at Kara when the boy would win every single one. And at night, every night, rather than just fit her head in the juncture between Kara’s head and shoulder, she would tangle their legs, hold Kara’s hand, pressed so tightly against Kara that she could feel Lena’s heartbeat against her skin.

(And Rao, did Kara want to take one of those moments, freeze it in time, commit it to memory, wanting it etched into her heart, where she could carry it forever.

But mostly, mostly, all Kara wanted was to close those few inches between their lips and finally, finally, kiss her.)

One night, weeks after finding the boy, after he’d already been tucked in and reminded that the next morning they would have to move on to the next place, the next town, Lena played with Kara’s fingers as they lay in the dark, the little breathy sighs she let out every few moments warning enough that she had something serious on her mind.

So Kara shifted a little, pulling away so that they were facing each other, hands still intertwined. And she made it a little easier for Lena. “I can practically feel the gears turning in your head. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

Lena didn’t respond right away. Instead, her eyes were fixed on Kara’s, and after a moment, she used her free hand to smooth over the scar above Kara’s eyebrow. “How do you do it?” she finally questioned, voice so soft that Kara wasn’t sure she’d even be audible without superhearing. “How are you so effortlessly good all the time?”

It wasn’t really what Kara was expecting (and if she was honest with herself, it wasn’t what she was hoping Lena was thinking about either). “What do you mean?”

“You came with me without a second thought. Then, with the boy, you didn’t even pause to help him. You knew he was in trouble, and that was all it took.” She closed her eyes, her brows furrowing, almost as if she was in pain. “But my first thought was how it would make things harder for us.”

“That’s not true,” Kara said easily, and without really thinking about it, she pulled Lena closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You know it isn’t.”

“Do I?” Lena snarked back, but her heart wasn’t in it. She allowed Kara’s closeness, even going as far as burying her head under Kara’s chin.

With her hand that wasn’t still tightly in Lena’s grasp, Kara began to rub comforting circles on Lena’s back. “Your first thought was the danger he’d be in just because of us,” Kara reminded her gently, still rubbing her back. “Besides, I don’t know if you know, but you’re incredible.”

“Kara, be serious.”

“I am,” Kara laughed. “Being good...it’s easy. It’s the default setting. But you, you’re extraordinary. You were told your entire life that the opposite was true. That the only thing you could do was evil. And yet look at you. You did good anyway.” She paused, wanting Lena to soak in her words. “Do you see how amazing that is? Every single time you make a choice, you have to go through years of noise, years of interference, years of lies, and every time, you find your way through all that,” she tugged their joined hands up, pressing it against Lena’s chest, right over her heart, “to this. A good, kind heart.”

Lena pulled away suddenly, leaving Kara wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but then she noticed the expression on Lena’s face, the blazing look in her eyes. “Do you really believe that?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t have said it otherwise, gosh Lena, I—”

But Lena didn’t let her finish. Instead, she swung one leg over Kara, straddling her, and after waiting for Kara’s eager nod, finally, finally, kissed her.

(It was okay, Kara thought as Lena’s hands pinned hers to the bed, that Lena didn’t let her finish her sentence.

There was all the time in the world to tell Lena how much she loved her. For now, showing her would have to be enough.)

-

The frequency only Kara could hear, the one that worried her so, got closer every day, and so they stopped staying anywhere for more than a few hours.

It was hardest on the boy. He and Lena had especially grown close, falling asleep in the back of the car as Kara drove, chancing a look at them in the rearview mirror every now and then, feeling her heart swell with fondness. But Lena’s whispered concerns, about how he was faring, how he was feeling, felt more and more serious as the days dragged on.

Being on the run was no place for a kid.

“We could fight,” Kara suggested one night as they drove through the darkness, the child asleep in the back, clutching a toy Lena had bought him weeks ago. “Just wait for Lex to find us and fight.”

Lena tugged on Kara’s right hand, pulling it out of its vice-like grip on the steering wheel, then brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “We went on the run because we couldn’t fight. Nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Kara said, turning to look at Lena. “What do you want to do?”

“We have a two day head start on Lex, right?” Lena confirmed. At Kara’s nod, she pressed another kiss to the back of Kara’s hands before releasing it. “We’ll find a place, spend one more night with him.” She motioned towards the child. “Then we’ll take him to the police station. CPS, I don’t know. Once he’s safe, we can wait for Lex.”

“No,” came a small voice from the back of the car. Kara watched the boy slowly sit up, toy clutched to his chest, meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror. “I’m staying with you. I want to be with you and Lena.”

(They tried to argue with him, tried to make him see reason, but Kara knew it was a lost cause. There was no convincing a boy who felt he’d found his family that he’d be better off or safer anywhere else.

Kara would know: she’d felt that way after landing on Earth, after Clark sent her away.)

So they made their last stand.

With Lena’s help, Kara found a fairly sturdy home, one that seemed to have been empty for some time, and they began to prepare.

Kara put her suit on for the first time in almost a year. Lena pulled out what she’d called her ‘emergency technology’ and the boy was secured in the house, letting Lena hug him to her as Kara sat nearby, her focus on everything beyond the walls of the house.

The frequency drew closer, the sound almost maddening in Kara’s ear. But there wasn’t much of Lex’s fanfare. No explosions, no gunfire. No whirring of new Lexosuits. There was nothing except for that sound in Kara’s ear and cars approaching.

“Kara?” Lena questioned, taking her hand and breaking her focus.

“He’s here.”

(She could hear it, cars and trucks coming to a halt, heavy footed people beginning to surround the house, the sound of their weapons in their hands loud in Kara’s ears.

And also, something else, something Kara hadn’t heard from this close in a long time.)

“Kara, I’m scared,” the boy said, looking to her, still gripping tightly to Lena.

“That’s okay,” Kara told him, brushing his hair back and then getting to her feet. “But you’ve got nothing to be scared about.”

“Kara—”

But she waved Lena’s concern off. “Trust me. We’re safe.”

One of the people surrounding the house broke down the door, making the boy hide his face in Lena’s stomach. Footsteps approached. A gun was raised. And then:

“Alex. You found us.”

-

The DEO was loud. Or maybe it was that the city was loud. After being in the middle of nowhere for so long, the sudden influx of noise was a little a little different.

Different, but nice.

“So, you broke all my rules, right?” Alex said as she followed Kara out on the balcony, standing next to her and leaning against the balustrade. “I said to keep a low profile, you kidnapped a kid. I said no powers, I find you in your suit.”

“I didn’t sing,” Kara said with a grin. Lena was still with the boy, holding his hand as he was checked over by doctors, happily sucking on a lollipop that Alex had offered him. “Your watch is broken, the frequency it lets off is wrong, I thought you were Lex for weeks.”

“I had a run in with an Aellon. I knew the watch was acting fritzy afterwards, but Brainy said any changes in the frequency would be ‘nearly imperceiptible.’” She grinned a little, bumping her shoulder against Kara’s. “So, while I was busy working with Brainy, Nia, J’onn, and Kelly to bring Lex down...you and Lena started dating and adopted a kid?”

Kara snorted, turning her head, watching as Lena and the boy (who were clearly done with all the tests) walked over to where she was standing with her sister.

“Pretty much,” she told Alex, marveling at finally having her entire family together again.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

The guys reacting to the first time thing get heated (😏) with their s/o

Leo

Ok so Leo is such a gentleman like it’s almost too much

like you have to put his hands on your waist/thighs/boobs ect because otherwise he won’t

not that he’s not excited, he’s over the freakin’ moon but he wants to make sure he isn’t pressuring you

eventually when it becomes clear that you definitely want this, he gets a little bold

“do you want to move this to my room?”

umm, of course you do!

he’s so very gentle at first

he knows that it’s just as much about your pleasure as it is about his

he undresses you like you’re something precious because, to him, you are

trails kisses everywhere and I mean every inch of skin that’s exposed

he does like to be in control most of the time but doesn’t want to force these power dynamics on you before you’ve had a chance to talk about them

so when you’re making out he goes a little more aggressive than he usually is but never too much, he wouldn’t do that

kissing up your neck, pulling your jaw to the side and kissing behind your ear and then telling you to look at him while he runs his thumb over your lips

compliments, compliments, compliments

telling you how you’re the most stunning thing he’s ever seen, he’s so lucky to be in this moment with you and how he’s gonna make this last

you can practically see the restraint in his entire being as he tries to hold back everything he wants to do to you because he knows he has to pace himself

but honestly, the second his clothes come off you’d let him do just about anything to you

of course he goes with traditional missionary for your first time together

not that he’s boring, but missionary is underrated and it means you can see each other and kiss while it goes down

oh he’s so intense though

direct eye contact and if you look away it’s “no, eyes back to me, baby. That’s right”

the kissing almost never stops unless he wants to hear you moan but you normally moan against his chest/shoulder to cover up the noise

not that he minds, in a way that’s hotter for him

stroking your hair and cupping your chin in his hand as he rocks further into you, telling you what an angel you are

it’s a perfect night

Raph

oh the gentle giant 

when things first start heating up and you encourage his hands to wander around your body more, he’s very quick to make sure you’re certain you want to do this

lots of “you can change yer mind anytime” and “yer sure yer wanna do this?”

he needs a little encouragement to warm up

but once he does he is in the zone baby!

undresses you like you are made of glass, like you’re the most fragile thing that’s every existed

and a long, loonnggg makeout session while you’re both in your birthday suits

this guy can really kiss 

hands will begin to wander, mainly to your ass/thighs as that is his fave part of you

but plenty of attention on your nipples too, trying to gauge how gentle/rough you like things 

unlike Leo being gentle with you comes so naturally to him

he’s used to toning down how strong he is when you’re in his arms just so he doesn’t crush you

there’s a shy little “so what do ya’ like?” as he rubs the back of his neck 

you giggle and tell him what gets you going and you being so upfront and honest makes him less shy

oh he knows how to body worship, he’s been dreaming of treating you like royalty since you first met and this is his chance

rubbing, nipping, licking and gently biting at your exposed flesh 

hand cupping the back of your neck in a possessive yet protective way also

big fan of hand stuff, just to really get you in the mood

but he also pulls away a lot just to make sure you’re still enjoying yourself and don’t want him to leave

he gets insecure like that at times

but when the act is actually happening, he’s in the moment entirely. Anxiety? who is she?

he wants you to ride him, he figures that’s best for you

lets you decide how deep you want to take him in and lets you set your own pace

also gives him a chance to rub, slap and cup your ass as much as he wants

he gets you to stop half way through just so he can take your face in his hands, look into your eyes and tell you “You’re perfect” before rolling you over and getting on top

Mikey

overexcited to the max

a “wait! this is really happening?”

then he’s practically squealing before giving himself a little pep talk of “be cool, man. don’t blow this for us”

oh he is so clumsy with it 

leading you to his room while trying to still makeout with you at the same time

you both bumping into every wall and table on the way there 

he picks you up bridal style to “carry you over the threshold” as he puts it

everything is just a light hearted, fun time with Mikey

however he takes your enjoyment and, beyond that, your consent very seriously.

((not that the others don’t, just Mikey is super in tune with this stuff))

he’s very intuitive so if you pull away or your body language doesn’t feel right, he asks about it and stops what he’s doing

last thing on earth he would want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe

the second he’s given the all clear, though, it’s back to business!

oh the dry humping and groping is to die for

he can’t have his hands in enough places at once 

very touchy feely to the extent it makes you laugh because he just wants you so badly and it’s so clear

after some more heavy petting and the clothes come off he gets between your legs so close that you can feel his breath on your most sensitive area and asks “do you want me to fuck you?”

not that you need to be asked twice, but it makes you falter because of just how hot that is

of course you say yes and then you’re in for the time of your life

he is the king of oral after all

his tongue just knows all the right spots and it’s slopping and intense and just oh so good

whispering sweet nothings against your sex because he’s just having such a good time down there

making sure to tell you how amazing you taste

but that’s just the warm up

the main act, he will of course ask again if this is what you want and then it’s show time babeyy

he wants you on your side with him behind you, arms around you and he lets you put him inside you, just to make sure you’re really ready 

playing with your nipples the entire time he’s fucking you because that’s just what Mikey loves to do

whispering in your ear non stop as well

about how tight you feel, how much he adores you....ect

biting your ear lobe and leaving hickies on your neck

Donnie

oh he’s the most nervous of any of them

not because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, believe me he does, he’s read enough books on it and maybe seen enough videos on the matter if you catch my drift

he could make you cum blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back (in fact, he’d probably like that)

but he wants everything to be perfect, he’s a romantic after all and this is a blessing and a curse

things are getting steamy and he knows it because you’re reaching up under his hoodie and caressing his thighs so he knows that tonight is the night

he’s half prepared which is less that he likes to be

he’ll excuse himself for a second and then come back 5 minutes later and lead you to his room

candles everywhere, slow jazz music playing and his bed is actually made for once

“...I wanted it to be special” he says sheepishly, so of course you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply

mainly keeps his hands to safe areas until you tell him it’s ok to touch you and then he takes full liberties with it

king of hand stuff I cannot stress this enough

he has strong, perfect hands that know how to hit all the right spots and do not get tired

he can let you go 3 rounds with just his hand while both of you are still mostly clothed 

lots of brushing your hair out of your face and smiling little a dork at you

even lying back at one point and snorting because “oh my god I thought this would never happen!”

he makes it clear that he’s just thrilled to be there with you which makes you feel special 

eventually the clothes come off and he’s surprisingly good at taking the lead 

marking you up a little, even going as far as to leave a trail of love bites in the shape of a heart on your stomach 

he’s such an attentive kisser as well, just matching the pace you set and never too much or too little tongue, always letting you guide how you want it

he wants to to ride him, of course

he wants to just watch you, see your hair get messy as you run your hands through it in pleasure, see how you close your eyes and throw your head back, how you purse your lips together or bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan

hands on your midriff the entire time, helping you set a pace that’s good for both of you

he never takes his eyes off of you, just stares up adoringly the entire time

[realcube]

class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero 

and. he. will. die. 

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it 

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving 

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks 

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday 

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours 

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’ 

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat 

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro 

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.” 

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat* 

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari 

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver 

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!” 

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs 

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out 

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000 

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed 

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch 

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you 

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells  you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often 

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without  seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise 

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to 

just an overall gentleman tbh 

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler 

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments 

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated,  she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior 

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day 

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her 

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami 

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence 

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude 

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with 

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together 

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock 

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm 

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you 

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly 

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’ 

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.) 

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there 

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice 

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly 

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’ 

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would   stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder 

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not -  with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it 

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid 

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no 

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t 

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!” 

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy 

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

 “are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand 

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya 

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy 

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved 

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well 

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving. 

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile 

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

[daisies-write]

hello～! can i request for Gon & Killua dating headcanons please? also love you two and your writings btw💖💘💝

Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck - Dating headcanons

I really have no idea why it took this long to make, I love these babies so much it hurts I-

Can I get them as my bfs plz?🥺🥺

-Yasu

Requested by: @dukinaxael

TW: none, these are wholesome boys right here buddy

Writer: Yasu

Word count: 1125

Gon Freecss

You don’t really remember how it happened in all honesty; a romantic relationship with him would be gradual and it’s just like, you’re friends one day even though you both act so much like a couple and then you just wake up and realize it’s already been a few weeks since you started dating.

I mean, who kisses their best friend good morning and goodbye? 

Everyone was constantly on edge with you two, trying to find out what was the exact nature of your relationship, especially Killua.

He’s the one who knocked some sense into Gon.

“Are you dating (Y/N), yes or no?”

Poor boy freeze for a while with his signature smile still on his face and than he just chuckle like:

“Yeah I suppose.”

“You SUPPOSE?!”

That’s it. Killua’s done with Gon’s bullshit.

This genuine angel, blissfully sweet and adorable would treat you so well. It’s in his own way but he’ll always look out for you and have your back, in all and every situations.

Even if he’s usually very oblivious, he’s observant and very in tune with your emotions. He knows whenever something’s up and he’ll immediately do something to cheer you up, be this doing something stupid or going on an adventure with you.

Honestly your relationship isn’t quite different from a friendship. 

Dates are always improvised.

“(Y/N), wanna do a picnic today? As a date!”

Doesn’t really care much about PDA. Like he doesn’t mind if you’re uncomfy with it, he just won’t do anything in public. If you’re okay with it, cool!! That means he can kiss you whenever!!

Would always be holding you in some ways.

Hand holding, pinkies locked, clinging to your arm, hugs, cuddles, you name it.

Can be big spoon and little spoon ! He loves having you in his arms so much and talking to you and he can’t get enough of laying on your lap when you both watch a movie or something.

He’d be very invested in your hobbies and just the things you love in general. You like painting, doing sports, music, acting, baking, whatever you might do really, he’s gonna learn right besides you and look closely at what you’re doing.

Gon just think it’s so amazing to see you so excited and passionate. It really makes his heart skip a beat.

I feel like Gon would absolutely use some nicknames/pet names with you but would mostly stick to your name. It feels more natural to him. But there is times where he’ll just use an excessively sweet pet name on you in a joking manner or when he wants you to give up on some activity so you could cuddle with him.

Would randomly buys you gifts. You’re almost 24/7 in his mind so whenever he’s out, he’ll just take you things that made him think of you. Might it be a weirdly shaped branch or a piece of clothing. It really could be anything.

“Here, it’s a heart shaped rock I found on my way here! I thought you might like it!”

You can’t resist his sweet smile and now you cherish the rock and would protect it with your life.

Killua Zoldyck

tsun tsun boy and everyone knows it but him. Point it out when he punches you in the arm after you showed him any type of affection and he WILL punch you again.

How you got together? You made the first move. It takes way too much time for this big dumbass to understand he loves you.

Genuinely thinks you’re just a friend to him until you kissed him on the cheek jokingly one day and he just,,,couldn’t,,,process,,,

It basically hits him like a brick tbh, like “yep man, you fell big time.”

Not much of a difference from before you got together, he always was protective of his friends. Now his soft side is just even softer with you. 

Expect a lot of teasing. He really can’t help it. That’s his way of showing love.

“Yo dumbass!” every time he sees you. 

Can’t use pet names to save his life, it’s too embarrassing for him. But will definitely enjoy it if you call him “love”. For some reason it makes his heart beat faster and he overall likes it a lot. 

He’s baby, big baby, assassin baby but baby anyway. Just kiss his hand and he will be red the rest of the day.

Killua doesn’t like being public in his affections because he’s always scared the wrong person sees you together and indirectly puts you in danger. He’s not wrong, unfortunately.

But behind closed doors? He would cling to you like there’s no tomorrow. You have no idea how much he loves laying down with you and play video games or watch stupid videos with you till 3AM. Little spoon or big spoon depending on his mood and your preferences. He’s fine with whatever as long as you can give him the physical affection he craves (poor boy is touch starved)

Lives to make you laugh and feel happy and good in your skin so you bet that whenever you feel down, he’ll do whatever he can to cheer you up. He might not be the best at it at being a cheerleader but he’s a good listener and will always tell you things in the most straightforward way possible. 

“Yeah no, ditch that friend, they sound like a bitch.” 

“What do you mean you don’t like your body? You blind now?”

 “Y/n, come here. Don’t tell Gon I gave you chocolate and not him, he’ll kill me.”

Personal life coach tho. You don’t know where this boy got all his super good advices (trauma) but you should really follow them, they’re all super useful. He thinks things through twice as much when it comes to you jsut so that he’s sure that he’s helping you as much as he can.

Would totally love styling your outfits. If you were okay with making matching ones with him, he’ll be ecstatic.

Like Gon, he’s super invested in what you love. Will listen to you rambling about any topic with a fond look on his face. Might even try some things with you.

Would die to bake with you for some reason. Killua would really be enjoying doing cookies with his s/o. Especially if they’re Halloween or Christmas themed. 

Watch him eat the whole icing before you can even put it on the cookies.

Dates with him would be very casual and lighthearted! He likes them as much as home, binging movies and snacks, as he likes them outside, running around like idiots or jumping in supermarkets carts for fun. Cart races is a must.

You have too many inside jokes with him, it hurts. Kurapika, Leorio and Gon just don’t understand your conversations anymore. You just put your hand on the table and say “waffle” and there’s Killua wheezing all of a sudden. 

Honestly, he’s just an amazing boyfriend, 11/10

[juminsmysticmc]

hey! i'm the pregnant christmas anon aha. my request was that it was around the end of November and mc was worrying about what to get jumin for christmas because he is IMPOSSIBLE to shop for and also gets the best gifts for her and although she can always find something small to get him that he can put on his desk she wanted to get him something good and he noticed something was off with her and said he was worried and should go to the doctor because she hadn't just had a checkup in a while and then she finds out she's pregnant and she was shocked because she was having trouble getting pregnant. "You're getting your christmas present one month early and eight months late, i'm pregnant" (lmao I didn't think it would be this long but pls feel free to change anything about it, I love your writing <3)

Late Christmas Present 

You sighed once again as you turned another page. The luxury magazine you were currently reading couldn’t help you at all, and of course Yoosung, who sat across from you, noticed that you were getting nervous. The blonde man decided to forget about his studies and instead asked you if you were alright. You looked up and pointed at the magazine ,,I’m trying to figure out what I could give Jumin as a Christmas present, but there is nothing that I could give him,’’ you whined. Yoosung chuckled. ,,But Mc, it’s October! Christmas is still so far away! I mean, it’s still warm outside,’’ he laughed. You smiled and told him that you always got presents pretty early. ,,I never buy them at the last minute. I always buy them months before so that nothing can stress me out. For my mother, for example, I once bought her Christmas present in August, ahaha,’’ you laughed as you remembered the day you ordered her present even though you were still enjoying the warm sun at the beach.

,,Besides, if I can’t give him an heir for C&R, I could at least get him a good present, but I can’t even do that…’’ you suddenly whined. Your mood changed as you looked outside. ,,Jumin said that it’s okay that it’s harder for me to get pregnant and that I shouldn’t worry about the company, but I know that he wants children. I mean, the way he looks at children when we walk past them already says it all… he’s just too kind to me and I, as a wife, can’t give him anything…’’ Yoosung stayed silent as you whined, but suddenly he commented that you were maybe too stressed. ,,You should try to relax a bit more. Maybe you will have success!’’ he told you, never failing to smile at you. ,,Me? Stressed out? Jumin gives his best to make my life as comfortable as possible. How can I be stressed out? But you....YA YOU SHOULD BE STRESSED OUT!’’ you suddenly nagged at him, your voice raised as you watched his studies.

,,Ahhhh, but I don’t want to!’’ he whined, his eyes on his medical books again. The deal was that you would watch Yoosung to make sure that he would study since he once whined that he couldn’t handle it on his own. And since you were the only house wife and pretty good at understanding things, you agreed to help him. But studying with Yoosung was very hard. The young boy could get himself distracted in just a few seconds! But after you nagged at him, Yoosung luckily went on with his studies, and so the afternoon passed. After Yoosung left the penthouse, his words kept replaying in your head. Thinking that you could use a day to relax, you decided to put some hot water in your bathtub and relax with a little bit of wine and a good facial mask. The water kept flowing in the big bathtub as you looked through your candles to make the atmosphere better. You chose the ones that smelled like flowers and put them all around the room. You even put some rose petals into the water, as well as some nice smelling lotion.

Of course you first showered before you relaxed in the hot water. The wine was standing on your right as you slowly put your shoulders into the water, feeling the relaxation overcoming you. Classical music was coming from your laptop as you enjoyed the beautiful moment. You didn’t know how much time passed, you just knew that the feeling was just so beautiful. When the water began to become colder and your wine was empty, you slowly decided to get up, careful to not hurt yourself as you climbed out of it. Your hand reached for a towel as you exited the room afterwards, just to see your husband who just arrived home. Jumin looked at you as you stood half naked in front of him. ,,I like the way you come to greet me,’’ he laughed as you blushed because of the wine. You were never the type to get embarrassed. Your husband slowly approached you and began to kiss you. He first kissed your lips, then your neck, then up to your ears, and your cheeks. You chuckled at his warm lips and hugged him with your still wet arms. ,,My love, let’s love each other in our bedroom…’’ he whispered in your ear, going ahead to your shared bedroom to put away the towel from your body and kiss every single part of your body… ,,I will just take this frame so that he can put another picture of us on his desk,’’ you said to Yoosung as you scrolled through your phone.

A month had already passed and Yoosung couldn’t believe that you were still worried about the Christmas present for your husband. Suddenly you jumped up, feeling very nauseous. You walked to the bathroom and opened the door, just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. Your hair fell in your face as your head was over the toilet. You hated this feeling. You felt sick with every second that passed. And not even Yoosung was a big help. The blonde man tried to grab your hair and patted your back as you finally finished vomiting. ,,It’s ten in the morning. You didn’t even eat so much. Why…?’’ he whined. You let your tired body fall on the ground as you supported your head on the wall. Suddenly your head was throbbing and you felt weird. You were scared. You felt kind of hungry and at the same time, sick. ,,I think I have a fever,’’ you whispered, looking over to Yoosung who was panicking over the phone by now. ,,She said that she has a fever,’’ he whined. ,,Jumin, I think she’s dying on me! She’s so pale! What? I didn’t kill her!’’ he by now sobbed. You rolled your eyes ,,Don’t say that I’ll die or he’ll worry! I’m just sick!’’ you tried to nag at him, but you were too sleepy. You had no energy anymore… You didn’t know how much time passed, but Yoosung was by your side the whole time. At some point he even brought a blanket to make you feel warmer while you were sitting on the cold floor since he wasn’t able to carry you to the bed. When you just wanted to get up, you heard the door opening with your husband rushing into the bathroom, followed by bodyguards and men in white coats. ,,My love!’’ he gasped and took you in his arms, your hand weakly around his neck while he carried you to a more comfortable place. ,,I can feel how hot you are…’’ he said meaning that your burning face was pressed against his neck.

,,Mr Han, please take care of everything else outside. We will take care of her,’’ one doctor said. ,,She’s sleeping, but her fever went down immediately. She will probably feel hungry, so make her soup or a bowl of rice. We took a sample of blood and checked her. As soon as we know something, we will let you know,’’ the doctor said and quickly went out to check what illness you had right away. No one knew at that point that you didn’t have any sort of illness… ,,I love you, my wife,’’ Jumin whispered. ,,I wish I could stay here with you, but I need to go to work. I will be back in a little while,’’ Jumin said. The next morning you vomited again. You were also a bit hotter, but everything else was okay. ,,The doctor will probably call here. I hope you have nothing serious, but don’t worry. I will take care of everything,’’ he said and smiled again before he went out of the room, ready to drive to the company. You on the other hand, weren’t that worried. You probably just caught the flu. And so, when the phone rang around twelve, you expected to be right with what you thought, however, the news they gave you made you even happier.

,,Thanks, Doctor. Please don’t tell him anything. I want to surprise him. I can’t believe it… how was that possible?’’ you sobbed happily on the phone. You quickly went on amazon and bought the frame. However, the picture you would put in there was completely different from the one you first thought… Thanks to Seven’s help, you even got the chance to go to the doctor without paparazzi seeing you. 

A month passed by and Christmas finally came.

You with Jumin and the RFA sitting together, eating snacks and opening the presents. Seven had the task of making a video of Jumin opening your present, but you still wanted to wait with the big surprise. ,,My wife already got a few presents this morning,’’ Jumin said proudly. ,,Yeah, I saw on her Insta. What was it? A new bag and a necklace, Mc?’’ Zen asked you. You laughed and nodded ,,And the six candles from the USA. They just smell so good!’’ you laughed and held Jumin’s hand. ,,But here is one more for Mc…’’ Yoosung said. You were the one who got the most presents, not just because of Jumin, but the RFA itself had a deep bond with you. ,,Wait, it’s boring. Open your presents too! Don’t just give me mine!’’ you laughed and took the present you chose for Jaehee. ,,open it!’’ you chuckled, excited what your best friend would say. ,,A coffee maker? Woah!’’ she smiled and teared up. You knew her the best, she thought as she hugged you. Well, Jaehee was also the only one who knew about your pregnancy and helped you this month to hide it. It was her who always managed to make you eat healthy things at business meetings and whenever Jumin choosed to eat sushi, she tried her best to make him change plans. ,,I heard that lately, raw fish is very bad for women. I’m worried about Mc, but I will book it-’’ ,,No need, Assistant Kang, Look for a place that sells well cooked food,’’ he always changed his mind. Yoosung opened his presents too, getting a new keyboard, a mouse and a few things he wished for.

Even Zen got his beauty box from you, feeling very happy about it. ,,There is one last present,’’ Jaehee said and took the little box from the three. She waited until Seven started the camera since he was too busy observing the cute presents he got from you. One of them was a package of Dr. Pepper… but right now he knew that it was his time to work so he quickly took his phone and started the video while nodding to Jaehee. He didn’t know what was going on. Why did he need to take a video? ,,For Jumin, it says. Mr Han, I believe it’s yours,’’ Jaehee said, giving Jumin the cute little box wrapped in a paper with cats. ,,I think I need to sneeze…’’ Zen commented. Jumin’s eyes softened as his fingers touched the written note on it.

,,Your wife, Mc,’’ it said. He looked up to you and seemed emotionally touched. ,,There was no need for it…’’ he whispered and kissed your cheek. ,,Just open it,’’ you giggled, playing with your fingers, feeling kind of nervous. But you knew that he was going to like it. You were sure. Jumin slowly opened the box, careful not to break anything. ,,A frame…’’ he smiled ,,can I show everybody?’’ he asked you, probably expecting it to be kind of… smutty. You lightly slapped his shoulder as Zen rolled his eyes. As soon as Jumin turned around the frame to see the picture in it, he froze. A little note was over the frame. Everyone became tired as they noticed that the rich black haired man was suddenly crying. So did you. Tears rolled down your cheeks. ,,Finally, Jumin turned his head to you and began to stutter ,,I-is that.. r-re-real?’’ he asked you. ,,We did it, Jumin… you’re going to be a father,’’ you hiccuped, taking his hand and putting it on your still flat belly. ,,Hello, daddy. I’m already here, but I will meet you a bit later. Please accept me as a late Christmas present,’’ you said in a childish voice. The video ended with Jumin hugging you and sobbing in your neck as the RFA itself gave you guys an applause; even Zen.

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[i-growl-growl-growl]

Yandere Nct reaction to s/n being very energetic and liking to play, and dance around the house?

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I included Shotaro and Sungchan despite them not having yandere profiles yet, so I tried to give brief reasonings behind their behavior that I felt fit them the best, from what I know about them. 

Nothing for them is solid yet.

~Ahreum Rhea

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Taeyoung: Deep down inside he loves your innocence and playfulness, but he’d have to get used to it, which would make him seem cold and irritated. He might soften on the inside, but it would take a long time before you actually saw it, so cherish it when you do. Most of the time he’d be glaring at you and being rough. 

“Glares You know I only play rough, kitten, I’ll destroy you. You can barely handle my light punishments and yet you want to play around with me? How brave. I don’t mind you dancing for me but, if you break anything, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you- nothing in this house is cheap. I’m glad you can manage to keep this up despite your situation, though, but how much longer do you think you’ll last? Sighs You make me want to destroy you..”

Yuta: He loves it a little too much. Your energy instantly cheers him up and makes him forget his troubles but he’s still sick, though, so he’d also want to destroy you- it’s like has cute aggression or something. One moment you two are dancing around together and having fun, and the next, he’s biting, spanking, and degrading you.

“Ah, my little cherry blossom. This is why I made you my bitch. You’re so cute I just can’t help myself! You make me wanna do bad things to you- put you on your knees, whip you, tie you up, ngh! It’s been too long since I’ve last marked you so I’m down to play, but can you handle it, little bitch? Let’s have another dance, but this time, in my dungeon Grabs you by the neck. I’m gonna wreck you and I won’t stop until you’re weak.”

Mark: Cat and mouse/ Tom & Jerry “I’m gonna die,”type of thing. He loves the predator nature of playing around with you, but he gets so damn rough and he’s scary as hell. It’s hard to tell if he’s just playing with you of if he’s seriously going to try and hurt you. With Mark, it honestly depends on his mood. Try not to get him too excited and trigger that predator side or he’ll quickly get aggressive. 

“I was enjoying watching you dance, why’d you stop? To play?…Yeah, sure, come here. Let’s play. Oh, you’re gonna run now, huh? Don’t think you’ll be able to hide from me. I’ll always find you y/n, and, when I do, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk right for a week. This’ll actually be fun smirks as he stalks through the house. Come out, come out, where ever you are…”

Johnny: Either right there with you or shaking his head at your innocent antics. Most of the time, though, he’s right there with you, laughing, dancing, being silly and playful, but, on occasion, he’d switch from being funny and adorable to dominating and demanding, really quick. Remember, he’s a bit sadistic, so he’ll definitely love ruining you in the best ways as he sees this side of you as teasing at times.

“Hahaha! You look so cute! Wait, do it again- do that face again. HAHAHA! topples over in laughter. Oh man, I really needed that. Hmm, there’s something else I’m in need of now. Suddenly get a bit serious, pulling you closer Come here, little one, sit on my lap, it’s my turn to play. You’ve had your fun, now I’ll have mine bites his lip as his gaze pierces deeply into yours.”

Jaehyun: 70% 0 tolerance. 30% Finding it amusing and going along with you or turning it into  baby girl x daddy time. No in-between. 

“Aish, you’re like a child at times. There’s really no point in having children if you’re going to act like one. What are you, 5? I know I call you babygirl sometimes but-.. oh, I see. You want Daddy to play with you, huh? Well, you sure got my attention, honey. However, you’ve been a bad girl recently, so why should I reward your bad behavior, hm? If anything, I’ll give you a light punishment really quick. Bends you over Count to 5.” 

Doyoung: He isn’t always up for your shenanigans, but he does enjoy seeing you dance and be happy around the house. He’ll never get upset with you about being happy, so long as it doesn’t result in you getting hurt, which would earn you a punishment and restriction from a few privileges - almost like getting grounded. 

“How did you hurt yourself, y/n? I was only away for two minutes! You were dancing and then you slipped? You need to be more careful, y/n! You can’t do things that’ll get you hurt. No more dancing for a week, no more music, and no more walking around barefoot. I’ll buy you some foodies with grip. Maybe next week I’ll let you dance again. Stick to singing for now, gosh, I’ll even teach you myself.”

Jungwoo: You know this ball of yandere floof will be right there with you acting silly. So much so that he’ll most definitely get himself hurt and, if you wanna score major brownie points, you’ll bandage him up and give him cuddles to make him feel better, uwu. Make him hot cocoa and stroke his hair, you’ll have yourself a soft and happy yandere boi.

“Ouch! Shit, that hurt! That was stupid. Oh, no it’s nothing, I’m fine, really. Gets pampered anyway Mmm..huh? Y-yeah, it’s all better now blushes as your eyes meet. Cuddles next? Grins ah, thank you. I really enjoy these moments with you. I’ve always dreamt of this- not getting hurt, but this- being here with you like- ah, nevermind.”

Haechan: This boi initiated all of the crazy (literally and figuratively) crap that goes down. He’s arguably the most playful yandere in all of NCT. You’ll never win, and he’ll never LET you win either. Playing or not, he’ll always show you who’s boss.

“Smirks Try to get up. Ah, come on y/n, you’re not even trying hard enough. I’m not even holding you that hard! Hahaha, you look so helpless right now! HAHAHA. Hey, let’s play hide and seek. You go hide and I’ll seek. If I catch you, sweetie, I won’t go easy on you- my reward will be having you bent over this couch. If you win- well, you won’t, now go hide. 

        Ding Dong, I’m coming in.

Hurry up and run,

Let’s play tag and have fun.

Ding Dong I’ve come in.

        Hurry up and hide,

       Let’s play hide and seek and have fun.

ready or not, here I come!!” 

Taeil: He’s a quiet and calm yandere, so he’ll just watch you have fun but will whole heartedly enjoy every moment of it. Just don’t get hurt or he’ll become more controlling like Doyoung. He’s also an old soul that needs to conserve his energy but, shockingly, has a lot.

“Wow, you’ve got ton of energy. That’s the benefit of being so young pout. Ah, don’t worry. You’re so cute, y/n. Having fun? You must be thirsty after all that dancing and playing, huh? Let’s take a nap afterwards cuzz you look sleepy. Drink your water and then we’ll go have a nap, ok? Also, try to be more careful. I know you haven’t hurt yourself yet, but I worry sometimes. Can’t have you getting yourself hurt.” 

Ten: Sometimes he’ll engage with you in laughing, dancing, singing, whatever else you’ve come up with but, sometimes, he’ll get tired out and want some peace and quiet. 

“Goodness, you remind me of Yangyang from time to time- I hate it and love it sometimes. Of course, I love it because it’s you, but damn, chill out for a bit, y/n. Rest for a while and then we’ll play my way. Playfully squeezes your butt It’ll be my turn to tire you out and have you begging for a break. Rest well, cuzz you’ll need it.”

Jeno: Will go along with it and manage to outlast you. You’d be pooped out and he’d still try to play with you, but it’ll get darker and darker until you become worried. He’s got a thing for having you pushed past your limits, being exhausted and at his mercy. Even so, you can tell he’s holding back something. He always is. 

“Oh, you’re tired already? It’s only been two hours, though. Let’s play some more, I’m actually enjoying this. I said let’s keep playing, y/n. Actually, lay there, I’ll take it from here. You can be my little rag doll. Throws you onto the couch not so gently Ah, y/n-ah, you’re so cute like that. Laughs Ok, ok, I’ll stop for now, but only because you’ve been so good lately. I wouldn’t want to hurt you too badly, now would I?” 

Jisung: He can go hours and hours since he’s so young and he doesn’t mind getting rough with you either when you decided to get playful with him. You’ll definitely have your hands full with this one. Although he’s more so on the cool calm and collected side, he’ll have bursts of energy that’ll leave you surprised. He’s still learning his strength, though, so he might become a little too rough with you.

“Aish, babe, you’re really playful all of a sudden huh? Wanna play? throws you over his shoulder and jumps onto the couch with you We’ll play my way then. Tickles you until you’re crying of laughter and begging him to stop. HAHA, ok, ok, that’s enough for now. I’m hungry, let’s eat. Oh- you’ve got a bruise forming- I didn’t think I was being that rough..lets get you some ice and then eat, alright? 

Jaemin: He’d go from 100 to 0 and back so fast. One minute he’s being just as energetic, even chaotic, and the next, he’s just chillin as you jump around the house like a crazy jellybean. He’d watch you the entire time, though, taking pictures and recording you for when he can’t be at home. 

“Don’t stop, babe. You look amazing, keep going. Yaaaaaass, perfect! Pose for me! moves from position to position trying to capture you from every angle. Ahh, so lovely. Let’s take some together and have a dance battle afterward! I’ll show you some moves I learned the other day; I know you’ll look amazing doing them!

Renjun: Doesn’t mind at all. He’ll go along with whatever it is that you do but will definitely shut it down once he’s gotten tired and wants to do something else. Best to just go along with his wishes and see what else you’ll end up doing. Most of the time it’s something like video games or watching a movie/youtube/anime/etc. while eating delicious food. 

“Alright, I’m hungry. Let’s watch something and order in. What would you like to eat? Cool, I’ll have sushi, it’s been a while since I’ve had it. No, you can’t order the food. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the little stunt you pulled. I don’t care how long ago that was, you’re not talking to anyone else. Deal with it, y/n, or you’ll spend the night in the closet.”

Chenle: Being the type of yandere to not typically have lots of energy means he’s less likely to partake in your games. He’s mostly a serious yandere and he becomes more and more so as time goes on. Though, this doesn’t mean that he’ll shut you down every single time because he understands that this is your thing. When it becomes too much, he’ll just ignore you until you get bored.

“Hm, you’ve calmed down now, huh? It’s about time. I was starting to think that I’d have to drag you over here and hold you down for a while. You’d probably try to make me chase you, though, and I’m honestly not in the mood for all that. Wanna play video games? That’s something we’d both enjoy doing and it isn’t so chaotic.”

Lucas: He’d love the wrestle around with you and you always end up pinned in the most suggestive positions ever. If you’re feisty and don’t give in easily, this’ll be all the more fun for this yandere. He’s sadistic, so he’ll hurt you on purpose just to hear your beautiful whimpers and pleas. So, long as you’re playing in this aspect, he’d never hurt you too bad that’ll cause long lasting pain, but you’ll definitely end up with bruises and marks all over your body. 

“Haha, you really think you can get out of this, y/n? I’ve got you in a lock that’d allow me to pop your shoulder right out of its socket if I really wanted to. Be thankful that you’ve been a good girl recently or else this would hurt even more. Flips and pins your arms above your head, gripping your wrist too tight This is fun, we should really do this more often. Bites you then the timer for the microwave goes off Oh, the hot pockets are ready yanks you up like a rag doll.”

Hendery: He watches you and enjoys the view from where he’s sat. He’ll join you sometimes but, other times, he’ll just kick back and relax while watching you entertain yourself. He doesn’t always enjoy inflicting pain upon you, sometimes he’s perfectly content with watching you do your own thing, so long as it doesn’t go against any of his many rules. 

“Mmm, I’ll probably join you in a bit. Right now, I’m enjoying this amazing view  ; ). Mental note, add this song to the playlist since you love it so much. Oh? You’d like to play? Hmm, let’s see, you’ve been a good girl for two weeks now. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to play around with you. But, if I don’t like it, we stop when I say so, got it? Good. Since you’re being so good, you get to pick the game this time.”

Xiaojun: He’s also not for games but he does understand that you have to have moments like this to prevent yourself from slipping into insanity. Seeing you like this reminds him of how you were before he took you, when you were full of life and happiness. It’ll frustrate him if he isn’t a part of it somehow, though, so make sure to include him if you want to continue your fun. Also doesn’t like inflicting pain 24/7, especially not to you. 

“Why don’t you come over here and dance with me? Sure, I know how to dance. I know how to sing as well. Maybe if I’m pleased enough by the end of this, I’ll sing a song for you. For now, let’s dance- follow my lead, alright? Y/n-ah, you’re actually doing great. Play? What kind of play? ..Ah, what am I going to do with you…?”

Winwin: He’ll laugh and smile at your playfulness and energetic personality. This is one of the many things that led to him falling in love with you and he’d be over the moon if you two had playful tickle wars, so long as you’re the one being tickled- he doesn’t like it too much but won’t complain too much cuzz, well, you’re willingly and happily touching him. He feels so lucky!

“Y/n-ah, no, not there! AH! HAHA! Squirms Nooo! You’re just getting revenge, aren’t you?! Well, how about this! Pins your arms above your head and attacks your arm pits, neck, and sides until you’re begging him to stop. Ah, see? I always win adorable smile. Oh, this is your favorite song, show me what you’ve got!” 

Yangyang: Ok, playing around with this yandere will get crazy. He’s wild and savage with a lot of energy himself, so he’d have no mercy when it comes to games, no matter what it is- which he always wins, might I add. He’ll out-dance you easily and poke fun at you for not doing it right, but he’d love to teach you everything he knows. 

“You look silly doing it that way, hahaha! Ok, look, it’s like this, see? Easy. Well, I’ve had more practice, but we’ll work on getting you up to speed. You’ll never be as good as me, though, but you’ll still look amazing. You catch him off guard with “tag you’re it,”. He just catches you with one hand and pulls you back to him Too slow, y/n, that’s how I was able to catch you the very first time. Let’s try that again, but this time, I’ll give you a five second head start.”

Kun: He’d watch you with amusement as you dance around the house. He wouldn’t join you, but he’ll let you do your thing since he considers this a better alternative to you being locked up and unable to move freely. Just don’t break anything in the house or you will be locked up for it. As far as being playful, he’ll be annoyed at first but then quickly melt at the pleasant attention he’s getting from you of your own free will and he’ll reciprocate it if he’s in the mood. If not, stop.

“You like the playlist I made for you? I comprised it of all your favorite songs. Now, I don’t mind you dancing around or anything, but keep in mind that, if you break anything, you’ll be punished for it after you’re done cleaning it up. I can’t play right now, I’m busy making dinner. Maybe after we eat, we can, but we’ll see. Until then, stay out of the kitchen- I’m almost done. 

Shotaro: He would be shy about engaging with you in dancing around the house and playing. He’d play along with you, though, but don’t be surprised if he then instead fixates on you and watches you the whole time, practically drooling. He’s a young baby yandere.

“Y/n-ah, you’re so pretty! Y-you want me to dance with you? He begins dancing but stops as soon as you start, getting distracted uhh…huh? Oh! Sure, we can play..depending on what you want to play, though. Nothing that include you going outside, just remember that. No, we can’t make a tik-tok together just yet, but we can practice for when I do decide to let you in on one.” 

Sungchan: He’ll pretend to be cool and unaffected by your behavior but, deep down inside, he’d want nothing more than to pull you close to him and dance against you/with you. Being playful wouldn’t help either. He’d desperately want to get all cutesy and cuddly with you, but he’d settle on playing more adult games to prove himself in a way. He’s also a young baby yandere and he doesn’t want you underestimating him, thinking that he needs your love and affection. Give him time.

“Heh, look at you. Having fun, sweets? That’s good. Continues to watch you until you distract him by poking him and acting cute What? Feel like being playful now? I’ve got a better idea, get undressed and then dance for me. Maybe then I’d feel like playing around with you. I wasn’t asking, pipsqueak. Get to it before I get bored. You’ve obviously got the energy in you, my little bunny. If you do good enough, we’ll play video games.” 

[sailordiavolo]

suicide prevention month 2021 - things that helped me stay alive

i heard that this month is suicide prevention month in the united states. as someone who’s struggled for many years with suicide myself, and is currently in the mystical “better place”, i feel it’s my duty to open this can of worms. i am unafraid of the stigma that comes with discussing such things.

i’ll go over things that helped me to cope during dark times. these may also apply to being depressed in general (?) because no offense but “drinking water” doesn’t help as much as google seems to think it does. note that these aren’t be all end all solutions, more like techniques that helped me to stay sane on some of my worst days.

1. get rid of everything that’s an immediate danger to your health.

if you’re actively a danger to yourself, safety-proof your home. don’t keep sharp objects lying around, or anything dangerous of the like. get rid of anything toxic or chemical, and don’t keep medicines in excess.

2. if you can’t make yourself happy, try to mildly amuse yourself instead

thinking “happy thoughts” doesn’t really work for me, especially if i’m in the throes of a depressive episode. i do have many things that make me happy, but i seem to forget about all of them in dark times. that being said, really dumb jokes get me every time. if i can make myself laugh, smile or chuckle, i’ve already made it 10 times easier for myself. and if i can do that, usually it’s easy to make myself forget about the original reason i was upset in the first place.

dear reader, i don’t know what would count as “mildly amusing” to you, but here’s some things that work for me.

i have a self care playlist on youtube. mine’s pretty dumb, but making a playlist like that of things that you find entertaining or amusing might help. another amazing one is distantcry’s worst beat ever collection.

very specific songs that really get me going include metrostation’s shake it, botdf’s bewitched, rm’s expensive girl, and she past away’s ruh.

3. do some self care activities

self care is very very important. when you feel like you’re absolute worst, that’s a free pass to be as selfish as you need to be until you feel better. no job, no person, no drama is worth dying over. all of that can wait until after you’re finished what you’re doing. if you’re not really sure what to do as self care activities, i’ll list some suggestions.

take a hot bath, if possible. if you have the resources, add bubbles, flower petals, bathe salts or candles. i did this the other day and sat in the bath and ate crumpets. it was amazing. if not, have a steaming hot shower. (i know it’s hard to find the energy, but it’ll help, i promise)

watch your favourite childhood show, or your favourite show at the moment, or play a video game.

sleep all day, or take the day off.

eat your favourite food, or the best food available to you right now.

spend some money if you have it. personally, i never spend all my money in a week, i save some in case i have a panic attack or something so then i can spend money on something totally random to make myself feel better.

change up your appearance. i usually end up cutting my hair short or randomly dying it, but this can also mean dressing in a way that makes you feel good, painting your nails, or doing your makeup.

4. know how to comfort yourself

this is related to the last one but knowing what brings you comfort is very important. it took me a very long time to figure out what things i find comforting. list the things that you find comforting, and you can use those to help yourself feel better. it might be music, interests, even something abstract.

if you can’t think of anything, then make sure to pay attention to things that make you feel nice/comforted, and list them down. it’s also important to know what will send you over the edge, so you can avoid it.

5. distraction topics

this may help with anxiety as well, but having distraction topics can help you to calm down and forget about what you were worried about. it’s good to have a few distraction topics up your sleeve in case of emergency. i’ll list a few of my favourites, but if you ever need one don’t be afraid to ask me directly, or send me an ask on my blog! i have a ridiculous amount of misc knowledge just floating around.

dinosaur fossils of mothers protecting their nest have been found, meaning that dinosaurs probably felt some form of motherly love. love on earth is billions and billions of years old. creatures have loved each other on this planet since before the dawn of history. imagine being the first organism to love on this planet and what that must’ve been like

some cave paintings were animated. they had different frames painted over each other, and the flickering of a flame in the cave would cause the images to appear as if they were moving. isn’t that extremely profound?

i saw somewhere, that scientists attempted to see what an electron was made out of, or something to that effect. it’s made of a pool of energy, which is essentially nothing. no form, no matter. everything is made out of nothing.

6. romanticise your future

a lot of us probably don’t have a concept of the future, or if we do, it’s something that sounds absolutely horrible. well, forget about that! think instead about how hot n sexy you’ll be in your 30’s, 40’s, etc. don’t worry about how you’ll get there for now, your future self can take care of that. think about your ideal life, and get excited like it’s absolutely going to happen. the more you think about it, the more it will become true.

7. romanticise your current self

nobody in your life understands you? that’s because you’re the hot brooding mysterious one. struggle with very dark thoughts? omg you’d be so powerful as a jujutsu sorcerer. people are staring? it’s because they’re in love with you. people whispering as you go by? also in love with you. no friends? the universe had to keep you humble because otherwise you’d be too perfect. hate the way you look today? you’re just a littel troll babie. the more amusing these thoughts are, the better. and if you think these things for long enough, eventually it will trick your brain into thinking it’s true. who’s gonna check you? the telepaths?

8. put things into perspective

i am prone to delusional thoughts when i’m panicked, and i have to remind myself to reel it in. think about it, you’re more afraid of answering the phone than you are of death? doesn’t sound very cash money of you, bro.

think about how many years you’ve really lived, especially if you think you’ve failed in life. take 12 years off your age, because childhood doesn’t count. also take off any other years which you were forced to live the way someone else wanted you to live, rather than for myself.

for example, i’m currently 23. my household was pretty strict, so i couldn’t really do anything before age 18. which gives me a grand total of 5 years of me trying to figure out life by myself. it helps me to remember how young i actually am in the grand scheme of things, and that i have plenty of time to still figure things out.

9. find a safe outlet for dark urges

for me, art and journaling really helped. music too, especially when i felt like i could relate to either the lyrics, or just the tone/mood/feel of the song. it might be exercise, or you may like to do creative writing or make oc’s. sometimes you may just need a friend or someone to listen.

if you don’t have anyone to talk to, you can message me or shoot me an anon

10. sleep it off

sleep is not going to cure anything, but if i’m pushed over the edge and am struggling with dark thoughts, going to sleep almost always helps. most of the time i still feel like shit in the morning, but no longer in the mood to try anything hasty.

lastly: suicide is not the easy way out

note: i’m gonna be discussing my own experiences with suicide in this part, so if you don’t want to see that, then don’t read past this point

suicide is not the easy way out. it’s messy and it’s ugly and it’s painful and it’s gonna bring out the worst in people. i’ve been struggling with it since age 19.

one particular attempt landed me in the hospital after i swallowed a bunch of painkillers. i couldn’t think or speak properly, i was slurring my words and tripping over myself. my doctor brushed me off and said that it “would probably get better” with time, but it never did. it improved, but my mind has never been the same as it once was, and one of my biggest insecurities to this day is when i struggle to learn new things or get things mixed up that i shouldn’t. i struggle to learn the simplest of things, and my reaction times tend to be very slow.

the point is, sometimes you don’t die, sometimes you just end up hurting yourself in a way that won’t get better. nobody needs that. if had’ve known how to calm myself down back then, i might not’ve tried.

i don’t mind talking about it now, since i’ve dedicated so much time in learning how to uplift myself. i may be in the “better place” now, but you don’t need to rush yourself to be better immediately. sometimes you need to be patient, use baby steps, or learn to accomodate yourself where you are. these things take time. that’s okay.

and remember, you are loved and very much needed to be here on the planet with us.

[namjoonchronicles]

please | jm

↳ genre angst, established relationship

↳ words 3k

↳ summary there’s always setbacks in married couple. it had been quite clear that you and Jimin don’t see eye-to-eye about certain things and habits, but the secret to long lasting marriage, is how you fix what’s broken.

↳ warning mentions of miscarriage

↳ song taylor swift ‘champagne problems’, dean lewis ‘waves’, rihanna ‘complicated’, olly murs ‘you don’t know love’

Fast steps dashing across the hallway, the bathroom door blasted open. A pair of knees wearing damaged jeans, kneeling over the toilet. The toilet seat whacked open, hand gripping its sides dependently. He wretches. His torsos strained and his veins began to pop. Wet, frothy sound hits the water in the toilet bowl. You sped to the toilet, rubbing his back up and down, passing him a towel. But he wasn’t done. He continued to hold the toilet brims, vomiting every content in his stomach. The smell of alcohol wafted around the extent of the room. You hate to see him like this. It wasn’t a majestic view. With half his head buried in the toilet bowl, his ‘young & forever’ tattooed in the back of his arms, it wasn’t a pretty view at all. 

Flickering light on the hall. The stillness in the air. With the fridge light lighting the way, you pour a glass of water for him. When you return to the bathroom where he is, he is seated, backed away from the toilet bowl, leaning against the wooden cabinet door. Dirty blonde hair, loose white shirt and torned jeans, he wipes his mouth with the towel you gave. He glanced to the side where you stood idle, and flashed a cunning smile. Jimin dropped his gaze on his propped knee then let the back of his head hit the wood. Then he laughs, chuckling through his nose. But not in the way you know as happiness, more like bitterness. It reminded you everything Jimin is, was. He reeled you in with that same smile and that same pain. The way he charms, the way he spoke and the way he looked at you, he knew what he was doing half of the time, but this time, you took the time to figure out who, what he is. 

He had been feeling dreadful; half of himself all the time. Felt the need to fill the void inside him with as much alcohol he could, just to feel something. He comes home to you, but you’re not here. He needs the music louder than he thoughts so he frequented the clubs. He could have any girls he wanted in the place, but it wasn’t what he looked for. If anything, he was lonely but none of these companions would have suffice. He was afraid that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. Isn’t it enough hurt he’s caused you? With you pulling away at every advances he made, and the stranger in the bed situation every time he returns home to you alone, he gets frustrated from the thing you couldn’t talk about. 

To make matters much worse, he’d rather live like his dying next to you than live without you. It’s a puzzling thing, love. How it gutted you out and filled you in. How it makes you feel alive and dead at the same time. The things you would do for the ones you love is limitless. Death of love. How it seemed inevitable. 

You put on a toothpaste on his toothbrush, help him clean up. Took his shirt off, unbuckled his belt for him, and had him shed his jeans. Jimin never once took his eyes off of you when you did this. But he didn’t say a word. If he did, he must have said it in his head. It felt like he was raking your brain apart to put himself together. If anything, love was disdained in this household. When was the last time you held him? Or spoke to him? Or kissed his lips or loved him? Those days felt so far away. As you put away his clothes into the front load washing machine to wash, you protest that love too; is putting away one's clothes, is taking care of them when they’re drunk and half loved. He stepped into the shower, stood under the running water.  The hot steams of the water wafting up the ceiling, and he sighed. Water cascading down every inch of his skin, through his hair, down his earlobes, along his jaws and under his chin. Dimples of Apollo and Adonis belt well defined, he leans his forearm on the wall and lets his thoughts run. He mulls over how it used to be; you would join him in the shower, and be quite inseparable. Why is it so hard to be like that again?

Jimin fishes out a plain T to go to bed in. Unlike the nights before, he refused to take his pillows out and sleep on the sofa outside. Tonight, he is determined to get in the same bed his wife slept in. 

When you returned to see him in the bed, eyes shut and curled in a ball and laying on his side, you couldn’t lie, you wanted to keep him safe. You wanted to chase away everything he might fear and save him from anything that’s eating him alive. But you hated him so much. His party life and the cunning charming smile he would throw others. And then, there’s the reckless spending. The relationship feels like it’s going nowhere. He is never home and you feel like a stone. He is only getting the attention he needs, knowing he couldn’t get any at home. How could you blame him? How do you churn out the hurt and start talking to him, instead of running polar opposites from where he is?

“Murderer,” he said. You turned to him.

“How did you live your life knowing that you’ve killed me?” His eyelids fluttered open, and staring straight at you.

The pain in his voice shot through your heart, welling up your eyes as you remembered the things you both had done in the past. 

“I’ve killed you?” you asked him in gentle whispers, through broken voices, “Do you not see where this relationship is not going? Your partying, your spendings? Your utter disrespect to the foundation of this household? I hate seeing you drunk and still you do it…” You roughly wipe your tears away with the back of your hand. 

He caught your hand, and stead, gently thumb your cheeks. His eyes glided on you. You switched to your back, eyes holding at the ceiling as he moved closer to you, the tip of his nose poking the skin on your neck, inhaling your scent. His hand snuck underneath your thin fabric, and his lips peppered kisses around the expanse of your neck and shoulders, jaws and cheeks. 

“Please love me,” he pleaded, with his entire being.

It must have been around mid-March, winter ended, and spring began. It was raining heavily, the raindrops splattered on the glass windows of the cafe you were in. The coffee half-drunken, sitting on its saucer by your right wrist. You were reading a piece on Franz Kafka, when blood dribbled down your philtrum and onto the pages of Die Verwandlung. You hurried to grab a tissue from under the saucer, causing the spoon to fall clattered on the marble floor and pulled the attention to you. The waitress came running to your side, squatting down to see if you’re alright. 

Now, at your close friends’ clinic, you patiently waited for her medical deduction of you. Her expressions are unreadable and the shame hasn’t subsided either, for you. You came to give her a gift you’ve bought her but she insisted to have her time with you by checking your wellbeing. Once she’s crossed out that you’ve been working hard, her furrowed brows and thinking forehead lines begin to soften. 

“When was your last period?” 

Blink. Blink. 

“Your acne resurfaced, you have been having mood swings, you also had headaches and you told me about a smell I couldn’t sense,” she pauses, and smiles triumphantly at you, “Your hormones are changing… I am suggesting… possibilities of pregnancy?” She leaned forward, and stuck her hand into the drawer under her desk and took out a fresh box of test kit. She tapped it on her table, and propped an elbow to rest her chin on her palm and grinned. She winked at you and now is smiling so widely. Too widely. You took the kit and stood up. 

“There’s a loo over here, if you want some company…” she giggled.

You begin with a sigh. 

“How long am I in, do you think? I drank coffee almost everyday…” you spoke through the walls, echoes on the tiles but your best friend heard them very well, then you resumed, “But it can’t be, could it?”

“I don’t know, you’re the one having sex, you should remember…” she shrugged, leaning against the counter as you sat on the toilet bowl. Your smile didn’t last very long, and noticing this, she asked you.

“Is there something wrong?”

Your friends knew how much you wanted kids, and with the possibilities of having one now, you looked pretty upset. 

“Jimin’s… Jimin isn’t fit to be a father,” you confessed and when you did, a weight seemed to lift themselves off of your shoulder. Then comes the waterworks. You cried easily these days and it became close to annoying. You cried at sad commercials, at dog videos and a sight of cute things. Your friend comes kneeling next to you as you wait for the lines to develop. 

She rubbed your back, in effort to calm you down. 

“He isn’t home till late, and I get it, it’s because of his job but I feel so lonely sometimes and I think he doesn’t care about that… he just goes out with his friends and starts drinking, and he won’t answer the calls I make. It’s been awhile since we even had dinners together. Last week, a girl called the emergency number on his phone saying he was drunk laying flat on the floor and needed me to get him home…” you covered your face and started crying harder, “And that’s not even half of the shit he does…”

Jimin recently emptied half of your joined accounts to buy a leather jacket and bag he wants to be a gift to his friend. When you approached him about it, he said he was going to recover the money soon. He said many things and did it time and time again, and sometimes, you wished you could scream in his face to tell him to stop. The money could have been for the future, it could have been a start for a piggy bank for kids you might have, and if Jimin doesn’t stop his uneventful spendings, you would be eating from scraps. And there was no gentle way to say this, but to give him the cold shoulders. You don’t want to cry in front of a man that feels that it is okay to spend without asking their partners first. Taehyung might have loved that leather jacket, but you would rather the fridge filled with half the cost of that jacket. You could really eat well these days.

When the double line appeared, you cried even harder in the arms of your best friend. She cried with you too. Closed the clinic for the day so she could be with you. And pour out your heart contents, like a dam broke and it comes flooding. There were so many things you wanted to say, and you held back all these while to save whatever that you could save. But there’s just so much tolerance you could give and there’s just so much you could take. 

“My darling,” your best friend said softly, “You’re talking in circles.” Maybe it’s because your life was going in circles. With Jimin’s recurrent attitude and you continue to persevere at every receiving end, succumbing to your hurt, it was going in rounds. 

The car comes to a stop at the lobby, and the windows wind down. Your best friend stroked your hand through the window and held them tight. 

“Talk,” she advised, “Tell him how you feel… Be strong.”

I can’t be strong and tell him how I feel at the same time.

The car sped off and you walked into the lobby. You walked into the lobby and suddenly felt cramping on your torso. You had to clutch over the handrail as you stood in the elevator, people coming in starting to support you, asking you what happened. They helped you call Jimin over but the calls don’t get through until their third try. With the loud music, Jimin couldn’t hear the phone. He went to remind himself that he had to track a new order of a bomber jacket he bought online to see how long it takes to get here when he saw your name flashing on the caller ID. He excused himself, brushing knees with three to four ladies on the sofa where he was before sprinted outside to catch the call. 

So here he is, arriving at the level and jogging to where you are. 

“Why are you leaving your wife alone when she’s unwell…” the crowd dispersed but it was clear that the comments were thrown by an uncle that was there. Jimin carried you bridal style and got the door open before laying on the bed. He brushed your hair out of your face. 

“It’s just the cramps…” you lied.

“Those monthly cramps right? Nothing serious?” He repeated. 

You nodded. He doesn’t look like he wanted to stay there any longer. He is rushing to get away it seems.

“So…” he drawled, “If you’re alright now, and there’s nothing serious, I should remind you that I bought a bomber jacket and it’s expected to arrive soon… I’m best going because the birthday boy is coming around midnight, you’re alright right?” He is already at the door frame, walking sideways, mashing his lips together and looking at the time and then his phone. His face shone by the light from the screens, his jawline, his attentions, how handsome he looked and you tried so hard to not break right there and then. You turned the other way and said that you’re fine. You clenched your eyes shut and you felt him breathing next to you, a faint scent of nicotine on his shirt and a light kiss on your hair. 

“Please love me…” you begged, placing your palm on your tummy where the baby is. Just as desperately.

It shouldn’t have been difficult to ask for affection with your significant other. And yet. It just had been a while since you spent time together. Asking for his time after a while felt awkward. But when he smiled, and he smiled so bright, you felt a tinge of confidence. It felt like he, too, was waiting for the invitation. 

“What’s the occasion?” He asked, with a shy smile. 

“It’s just been a while since we spoke…” you set out saucers and poured him tea. 

I want to tell you everything. Everything I have and all that I carry with me. I am going through a hard time, and I want you to be there.

“You’re pregnant…” his eyes became so round and his accusation turned into fact. Since you took the time to confirm them, he was certained. That you are indeed carrying his child. 

You hung your head low and began to sob. Jimin stood up immediately from his chair, he held your shoulders and his hand raised up to your neck, then he thumbed your cheeks to slowly lift your face up.

“I lost it, the night you left for Taehyung’s party…I didn’t know how to tell you,” you begin explaining frantically, but Jimin gathered your head under his chin and he softly held the back of your head, cradling you. You shuddered against his body, shivering like you’ve walked in the cold and finally found warmth. His eyes stunned and unblinking until tears wells up on its own. His nose turned red and he sobbed gently. As you grew limp in his embrace, he held you tighter, firmer--as if making up for the nights he couldn’t hold you close. Or when he is too occupied with things that aren’t his family. He was punishing himself for what he couldn’t control and things he couldn’t say. After the cramps you felt, there was blood on the sheet that you lay in. You’ve bawled alone on the bed, cradling the bloodied lump, knowing full well that you’ve suffered a miscarriage. 

You have lain in bed for the rest of the evening after the reveal. Jimin had been home and holding your hands and refused to be parted from you. He laced his fingers in yours and thumbed your knuckles while he smiles at the TV show. He even laid with you, holding your tummy and whispering gently, encouraging you to eat and giving out ideas on what to eat. He offered to cook and to tidy things up. He washed the plates in the sink and kept your body warm with his own. 

“It’s my fault,” he began, “If I was home more often, I would have noticed…”

“Jimin…” you protested weakly.

“I wasn’t as attentive as I should be, I will become better now…” he decreed, “Whether you like it or not, I will be home.”

“I’d like that…” you hummed to yourself, and it seemed he heard it quite clearly, because he smiled and returned to wipe the plates dry and arrange them on the plate drying rack. 

Maybe, you don’t always have to tell. Maybe, he could just see.

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[lillianofliterature]

bandits and mercenaries | peter parker x reader

·         a/n: the true struggles of rpg games and their realistic need for medicines and supplies, based on my experiences in skyrim. also based on me and my own tactics with fights in games. Yes, girls can be good at games, we’re not in the dark ages. But I choose the similar route (as I wrote the reader) where I just pummel people until they die. Or I shoot them from a distance. Depends on my mood.  I have no strategy (because I have no patience) and it works out fine for me.  DO NOT REPOST MY WORK!

·         for day two of fictober! here’s the official prompt list if you wish to join in!

·         fanfic or original work: fanfic

·         fandom: marvel (mcu)

·         prompt: “that’s the easy part”(day 2) (I changed the tense to fit the dialogue better)

·         warnings: video game violence, fluff

·         word count: 1.1K

·         music: Steel on Steel by Jeremy Soule

Pensive silence settled between you and your boyfriend, Peter Parker, as you fought your way skillfully through a quest battle in the video game you were playing. You both were very animated when it came to gaming, which made the tension even funnier. 

You were always one to sit incredibly still as you concentrated, responding to various dialogue sequences with sarcasm and making inaudible noises whenever you entered a battle (which he found hilarious). Peter would always jump to his feet and bounce on his toes when he was caught in a fight or a high-stakes level and he was always begging the opponent for mercy, like “oh, please don’t hit me with that!” and “come on, man, can’t we be friends?”.

However, since it was now your turn to gain some levels, you both sat stock still on the couch, teetering toward the edge of the leather cushions. You could practically feel the tense anxiety as he sat close enough to bump your knee with his whenever he moved or shouted at the screen in your defense.

Your fingers spastically maneuvered around the controller, dealing out fatal single blows and a barrage of lethal attacks. When your opponents in the foreground had been slain after a hefty toll to your stamina and health, you were met with another party of even stronger enemies pursuing you from the distance. You rushed towards them in a panic, forgetting to fill up on potions and marrow. “Who the crap are these guys!?”

“Wait, you’re about to die! You’re about to die!” Peter yelled, pointing at the screen.

“No! I am!?” You glanced down at the health bar, which was blinking red, “Crap!”

You halted and pulled up the supplies menu and chose carefully from your potions for the most affective brew. The almost-humorous sound effect of your avatar gulping the liquid down replaced the blood pumping drums of the dramatic battle theme. You would have laughed if your nerves weren’t in a knotted mess. You knew it was just a video game, but honestly, what was the fun in not taking it seriously?

When the fight resumed, you were pummeled with two close combat attacks and a wall of arrows pummeled your armor from somewhere above the mountain pass you were scrambling up. “Where did that even come from!?”

“To your right,” Peter shoved a fistful of popcorn in his mouth, “they’re archers on that cliff.”

You sucked in your breath and held it as you did your best to dodge poison-tipped arrows flying at you while simultaneously slaughtering your sword-bearing opponents mercilessly. You took arrow after arrow while trying to dismantle your enemy’s shields and pierce their tough armor. When you had finally opened a path to safely execute the archers, you were nearly dead – again.

“Your health is red again!”

“What the crap! What kind of steroids are these idiots on!?”

Once again, you pulled up your supplies and hastily dragged the icon down to the potions. You chose one to combat active poisons that were depleting your health every time you used excessive stamina and armed your weapon of choice with various items to help increase its damage. The heavy drums ensued as soon as you exited the menu and raced up the hill to the archers. You tried to switch between running and dodging, but chose to just sprint up the hill to reach them quicker, even though that meant dodging their arrows as easy.

You let out an anxious groan when you were close enough to start smashing in combos through your controller. Peter watched with amused interest as he studied your tactics for fight sequences – you literally just beat the crap out of people and it always worked. Why hadn’t he thought of that instead of memorizing all of those complicated codes and skills?

When you finally killed the last archer and finished up by robbing their marred bodies, you devoured some of the vegetables you had scavenged and drank your last potion to bring your heath bar back into the green. “How were those guys just bandits!? They’re never that hard to beat!”

“The first guys outside of that cave were bandits, those guys you just fought were mercenaries,”

“Mercenaries?”

“Yeah, you have a bounty on your head.”

“Wait, what? Since when?”

“Remember that guy you stabbed back in that village by the waterfalls? He was their leader. You weren’t supposed to kill him. Now they’re at war with you and the other guys you work for.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! That’s ridiculous!”

“I told you not to kill him!”

“I wanted his horse and he wouldn’t let me buy it!”

“You can’t buy horses off of people; you have to go to the stables.”

“Exactly, so I killed him.”

Peter’s snort-laugh pulled your eyes away from the screen momentarily. You narrowed your eyes playfully, “What?”

“You could’ve saved yourself so much trouble if you had just bought your own horse. Why didn’t you just go to the stables!?”

“Because they were on the other side of the village and they’re expensive! I’m saving up for an armor upgrade!”

“You could’ve stolen one, then.”

“Uh, no,” you made an indignant face at him, “Ned tried that last week and somebody came and tried to kill him because the farmer hired an assassin. Besides, we both know I’m terrible at stealing stuff. I always panic and get caught.”

“Okay then, if you knew bounties existed, why on earth did you steal that other guy’s horse?”

“I killed him and then I stole it,” you cast your gaze back to the screen and continued your trek back to the cave mouth where your original quest had tried taking you, “I thought I tied up the loose ends.”

“With murder?”

“Yes.”

When the campfire in front of the cave came into view, you meandered around the bodies of the bandits you had killed from earlier and looted their pockets, taking only their coin and things that could be eaten or sold for a good price. You left the junk behind.

Letting out the breath of anxiousness you had held onto, you sighed with relief, leaning back against the cushions. You had somehow managed to stay alive in both fights with enough potions to get by relatively unscathed in the end. “Thank goodness that’s over with,”

“That was the easy part.” Peter whispered apologetically.

You whipped your head around to face him, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I would go back to town and replenish your potions and get some more food before you go in that cave.”

“Oh, for Thor’s sake.”

[tea-and-marigold]

Udaipur ‘19

Recently, I got back from a trip to Udaipur and Mount Abu with college friends. My head is overflowing with stories to share and all my heart wants to do right now is go back. Nothing I do or say will justify what I'm feeling right now.

Talking about Udaipur, everyone must visit it at least once in their lives. The amount of history and beauty that lives in the city is something everyone should experience. It is a very simple city with a richness in its culture. The weather was hot but when you're in a mood to explore and learn, nothing can stop you, not even the scorching heat.

It was a 3 day trip with 81 girls, 6 teachers and 3 instructors, and all of them ready to have the time of their lives on an unforgettable trip.

On the first day, after going through a very tiring overnight journey by bus, we reached Udaipur at around noon. After settling in our hotel rooms and having lunch, we headed off to Fateh Sagar Lake, a serene body of water where one can have the most beautiful boating experience of their lives. When our group of 65 girls went for boating, we hired a Rajasthani folk musician who was with us during the whole time and mesmerized us with his melodies on the Ravanahatha. It looked like a scene right out of the 2004 movie ‘Swades’, with us admiring the setting sun and the reflection of it in the water with slow music in the background. It felt unreal. It felt like the time had stopped. It felt like I could spend hours in that boat, just feeling the wind in my face, looking at water creating different patterns. That one experience is something I will never forget. After boating we sat near the lake for a while, having kulfis and shikanji while admiring the view. The day ended with us feeling tired but peaceful and with our hearts filled with excitement for the days to come.

Next day, we got up early and got ready since we were supposed to head to Mount Abu. The journey was beautiful, with hills on both sides. On reaching Mount Abu, we visited the Dilwara Jain Temple, which was beautiful in the purest sense. After the temple, we headed towards Nakki lake, where we hung around for a bit and had lunch.

An hour before the time of sunset, we started our trek towards Toad rock. The trek was quite short, 20 minutes maximum, after which we reached the rock from where we witnessed the beautiful scenery and the magnificence of the setting sun. We took a few pictures and then sat down to appreciate the view for a while. It was beautiful. We spent the rest of the day near Nakki lake and afterwards, boarded our buses and made our way back to the hotel.

The third and the final day was the most adventurous. We explored the streets of Udaipur, me and two friends of mine, with Google maps navigating our way. The first place we visited was the City Palace, a huge, huge palace with the most beautiful architecture and a lot of history embedded, which took up considerable amount of our time. We clicked a lot of pictures and explored a lot. It was an extremely immersive experience, and we left the palace in complete awe.

After the city palace, we headed towards ropeway which took us to Mansapurna Karni Mata Temple. The view from the temple was to die for. We could see the whole city from up there, from its lakes to the city palace to the tiny houses and it was breathtakingly beautiful! After admiring the view for a while and clicking some pictures, we headed back to our hotel. At around 8, we started our return journey to Delhi.

If you know me, you know how much I love traveling and especially road trips. The thing about road trips is, you can plug in your music and look at the view and all of your worries just go away for a while. Even though the journey was long and tiring, it gave me time to think about myself and my life and how I should be eternally grateful for what I have. It gave me time to think about how to be a better version of myself and taught me a lot of things. One of the things this trip taught me was to appreciate the little things in life. In our busy lives, we often forget the value of nature and culture, two things that make life actually worth living. Being surrounded by these two aspects of life and nothing else, I realized how little importance we give to actually 'living the moment' and not trying to capture it into a picture or a video. It taught me how to appreciate beauty. It taught me patience and helped me understand the value of silence as well as that of companionship.

During this whole trip, I had two friends of mine, Nikita and Radhika, by my side without whom the trip wouldn't have been as fun as it was. The fourth pillar of our tiny little group, Liza, fell sick right before the trip, which is why we were forced to feel the void of her absence while in Udaipur. All three of us were torn between concern for our friend our and the excitement for the first college trip of our lives. How could we have fun when the one friend who was most enthusiastic about the trip, was at home sick and in pain? Our going could not be cancelled because all the formalities had already been carried out but thanks to technology, we were able to remain fully connected with Liza throughout the trip. We video called her all the time and shared every little inside joke, everything that happened on the trip with her. Our trip was filled with emotions, having those deep conversations late at night as well as making each other roll on the floor laughing. We made each other angry, but also cracked ridiculous jokes to cheer each other up. In these three days, we created a very strong bond and I realized the value of these three girls and how grateful I am to have them.

This trip was a beautiful experience, the memories of which will be cherished for as long as I live. Even now as I'm writing this blog post while sitting at home, it feels like a part of me is still in Udaipur and it'll never come back. That place and these three people will forever have a special place in my heart.

[all pictures in this post have been clicked by me]