#and then turn around and talk abt her sex life or how she must have felt when she talked to harry or whatever at the grammys

[bitchpack]

Lol no one seems to condemn straight swifties for going too far the way they condemn gay swifties for going too far wonder why

[asvtrials]

Pls make a tyler smut where after they escape the alien they hide in the room where the guns were and due to crazy emotions they have soft romantic sex

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thank you for this wonderful idea<3 summary: An injury leads to you and Tyler realizing how short life really is. warnings/tags: swearing, smut, reader is injured, unprotected sex (don't be fucking silly wrap your willy) a/n: Fun fact, as i'm editing this i'm thinking abt exes with benefits / second chance with Tyler realizing they are still into each other. Anyways FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT so be nice, and I would love any advice (no seriously don't would don't be shy), istg writing dirty talk is so funny I can't thank you to my pookie @spikedfearn for reading it first and giving me confidence <333 English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. wc: 2887

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?" Rain's worried voice somehow managed to reach your ears despite the intense ringing. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them but the blurriness took some time to disappear.

You found yourself clutching at the person next to you, who turned out to be the forearm of your boyfriend—Tyler. 

Tyler's hands hugged your sides, his soft movements brought you comfort despite his trembling hands.

He kept mumbling a string of “It’s alright” and “We're okay now”

You knew you had escaped, that the door was locked, and all of those creatures had no way in, but your heart still raced like crazy in your chest.

You could still hear Tyler's shouts when one of those monsters lunged at you, it's little legs clutching the sides of your face. If it wasn't for Rain, who grabbed the tail of the creature and threw it away with a scream.

As the adrenaline slowly wore off, you felt a stinging pain spread around your left thigh, a groan leaving your lips at the sudden feeling. You grasped your leg, frantically lifting your jeans.

“F—Fuck.” You mumbled breathlessly when you saw the blood gushing out of the cut, just above your knee. You must've cut yourself while running for your life like a madwoman.

“Andy! Andy, what can we do?” Rain's voice caught the synthetic’s attention.

“We must apply pressure and find something to clean and disinfect the wound.” He spoke, his calm voice coming to contrast with the situation.

Tyler's fingers slid down to your back, gently rubbing it as Rain stood up to look for things that might be useful.

When you followed Rain with your eyes you noticed the blinding white walls of the room and the multiple desks that were organized in squares.

“Hey, hey.” Tyler's soft tone brought you back to reality and you turned your attention to his worried face. The boy wiped your forehead and pushed back the loose strands of hair that clung to it, fingers trembling slightly “You're goin’ to be okay, yeh?” 

He waited for you to nod to continue. “We have Andy here, he knows what to do.” The softness in his voice significantly changed when his attention moved to the android. “She's going to be alright, yeh?” 

Andy took a moment to answer. “Yes. If we clean the wound thoroughly then Y/n will be able to recover relatively soon.”

A small “see” accompanied Tyler's smile when he turned back to you.

Rain finally sat next to you, dropping the first aid kit on the floor with a loud sound. She pushed her hair behind her ears and opened the little red box, quickly taking out bandages and cotton balls. She wet a cotton ball with alcohol and passed it to Tyler before unrolling the bandages.

You were too busy trying to ignore the pain to realize what was happening until Tyler held your shoulder tighter, putting all of your weight on his side.

“Goin’ to hurt a bit, love.” He mumbled against your forehead.

A loud cry escaped past your lips when the soft material made contact with the cut. You felt Tyler's hand hold you closer and Rain's hands push you back by the shoulders when you tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, ‘t’s okay” Tyler murmured against your earlobe.

The boy quickly removed the material, his breath rigid as he held your shaking figure in his arms.

Rain took advantage of your seemingly disoriented state and quickly wrapped a bandage around your thigh.

Your quiet sobs echoed in the spacious room as Tyler held you close to his chest while spewing out soft, encouraging words.

“She should rest and the bandages should be frequently changed but—” Andy spoke after all of you had fallen quiet, pausing momentarily to gather the right words. “We cannot wait.”

You snapped your eyes to the android, breath hitching at the implication.

“What?—No—No,  Andy we're not leavin’ Y/n behind,” Tyler warned, holding you tighter.

“Tyler’s right, we aren’t leaving her” Rain agreed, walking closer to her brother and holding his forearms. Maybe she hoped that she could somehow channel the old, sweet Andy.

“Those creatures aren't going to wait—” Andy began but Tyler didn't let him finish.

He hooked his hands under your knees and back and lifted you with him as he stood up. The boy paced forward, getting intimidatingly close to the android “I don't give a flying fuck! I won't leave her behind.” He spat out.

“Tyler, I'm okay, I can conti—” You attempted to defuse the situation but he dismissed your words with a shake of his head.

Rain tried to hold onto his bicep but he ignored her and walked towards the closest door to you. It was, as expected, closed. Tyler groaned and kicked the metal door, shaking you a bit in the process and making you hiss in pain.

After Rain's silent pleas, Andy ended up giving in and opening the door. Tyler stepped in as soon as there was an opening, not even waiting for the door to fully slide open.

The room was way bigger than it looked, like another fucked up lab, similar to the rest of this section. There were multiple doors leading to other smaller rooms.

The boy checked the rooms, holding you close to him until he found one with what looked like a hospital room. This must’ve been the recovery room from whatever experiments they were doing.

Carefully, he lowered you into the hard mattress with a “There we go.” You took a sharp breath when you tried to straighten your back.

“Hey, lie down.” He told you and gently pushed you down against the mattress.

“I don't want to lie down.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I want to get out of this place.”

“We will. Once you're better.” He reassured. His calloused hand reached your warm cheek.

The more time you rested the more the pain was slowly dying down and you could finally notice your boyfriend's worried features more clearly.

His big eyes stared right back at yours, all wet and worried. He rubbed your calf, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

The sight of him was enough to make you tear up. You really could've died and never see him again.

A quiet sob left your chest as you pulled him closer, ignoring the sudden pain in your thigh. You hugged his shoulders, holding him close to your chest. His arms immediately hugged your waist, holding you tightly as if you were going to turn into dust and disappear if he let go. 

You refused to pull away for a long while especially when he slid his cold hands under your shirt, his fingertips squeezing your warm and sweat-covered flesh.

“If it wasn't for Rain—” He began and sighed deeply, unable to even imagine what would happen if your friend wasn't quick enough. “I should've been next to you! I—”

Hearing him talk like that about himself was excruciating and you had to bite your lip to stop your tears from spilling.

You could've told him dozens of different things to disagree with, just like you always did when he was doubting himself. But this time you didn't have the strength to argue.

So instead, you cupped his face and pulled him away from your chest. He looked at you confused before you pulled him closer, connecting your lips.

He hugged you tighter and sighed into the kiss when you buried your fingers in his hair.

Quickly the desperation and need overtook both of your senses and what started off as a gentle kiss deteriorated into something else. Something messy and urgent.

Tyler's hands roamed all over the delicate skin of your back. A surprised moan escaped you when he leaned closer, pushing you even further into the mattress, not giving you any time to breathe.

But you didn't want to breathe. You wanted his lips, his hands.

You need him to extinguish the fire that felt like it burning you alive.

Your hand moved from his messy hair down to his neck and body, lightly scraping your nails against him until your palm rested on his crotch.

The space between your brows creased a bit when Tyler hesitantly pulled away.

“What happe—” Your question was cut off by the boy's breathless reply.

“Love, we can't. I want to, I really do—you know that—but you're hurt”

Your other hand rubbed his cheek as you spoke “We're stuck here and we don’t if we'll even get out alive.” You began and you could already see the conversation was making him uneasy. “If something happens.” He was about to object but you didn't give him the opportunity. “I want to spend these last moments with you, Ty.”

Tyler's gaze was melancholic before he connected your lips in a soft kiss once again. “Don’ say that, Y/n” His tone made it sound like he barely believed his own words.

“Or maybe I just want to get in your pants, who knows?” You joked and the boy had a hard time keeping his disapproving front, a small smile threatening to appear on his lips.

You pulled him back to your lips and this time you didn't sense the same hesitation from the boy, just caution.

His lips moved slowly against yours to savor the moment, like he was trying to remember your taste.

He rose from his seat next to you but you didn't have to chase after him since he crouched, refusing to separate from your lips.

The boy leaned forward, bringing his hands to either side of your head. His hands slid down to your sides, grabbing your waist.

You let out a small gasp when his hand instinctively wandered lower to your thighs.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tyler apologized and pulled away.

“It's fine.” You quickly reassured him when you saw how quick worry appeared in his eyes.

You didn't give him time to worry more over that little mishap, quickly pulling him back to your craving lips and that seemed to work because the boy immediately reciprocated.

His hands carefully lifted your shirt and slid lower, fingertips gliding along the flesh of your stomach.

The carefulness and attentiveness of his movements made your cheeks burn even more. Tyler was always like this and it never failed to make your heart flutter. No matter how mad or pent up he was there was always an underlined gentleness to his movements even if he was going faster or rougher than usual. It was things like this that made you feel lucky to have him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip when he left a path of quick kisses from your ribcage to your lower abdomen.

He pulled himself up, bringing his face close to yours once again. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your pants before his eyes met yours momentarily—as a silent question for permission.

You quickly nodded, giving him a string of encouraging pecks on the lips in anticipation.

Your breath got caught in your throat when his hand slid under your underwear.

You aren't sure if it was the adrenaline or the intense need you felt—maybe it was both— but you didn't care one bit about your injured leg. The pain and fear were long forgotten, replaced with lust and desire.

Your bruised lips parted in a soft gasp when you felt his rough finger gently enter your tight folds. The soft motions of his finger send a wave of relief and pleasure through your body. His other hand came to rest on the side of your head, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

He pushed another finger in, his thumb gently circling your swollen clit. His eyes never left yours even when yours closed shut as you threw your head back with a moan.

“Fuck I love you so much,” Tyler murmured, lips trailing down to your neck. 

The small room was filled with the wet sounds that followed every time he thrust his fingers in and out of your inviting core combined with the sounds of lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed neck and collarbone and the soft moan you let out every time he curled his finger inside you. Tyler pulled down the collar of your shirt, continuing to plant kisses lower.

When you felt his mouth harshly suck on your sensitive skin you knew you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah, Ty…” You gasped, finally opening your eyes.

The boy reluctantly pulled away from you, his eyes meeting yours as his chest rose and fell, mirroring your own breathless state.

The sheer amount of need in his eyes forced a whimper out of you. You ran your hand over his messy hair as you pleaded “I want you.”

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you and you swore you felt him twitch against his pants when you said that. “I’ll give you anythin’ you want, my love.” He grunted, quickly pulling you closer to him for a hungry kiss.

You whined against his tongue when his fingers abandoned your gushing insides and instead reached for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and lowering his pants just below his hips.

“Ty, please…” You didn’t need to beg, you knew Tyler would give you anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask yet the small whimpers and pleas always left your lips at times like this. The way you batted your eyelashes, his name rolling out of your tongue like a prayer always made Tyler lightheaded.

Damn, he would really give you anything you’d ask for.

He grabbed your leg, effortlessly arranging you to lie on your side in hopes that this position wouldn’t hurt your leg too much. You winced when the flesh of your right leg came in contact with the cut on your left hip but you pushed it away.

“Ah fuck, Tyler…” You moaned breathlessly, your back arching when he hastily pushed himself deep inside you, seemingly as desperate as you to be squeezed by your walls.

“Shh…” He cooed, resting his forehead against the side of your head.

“Ah—Ty!” 

You really tried to be quiet, really. But how could you do was moan as his cock hit your velvety insides so blissfully?

Tyler’s whispers didn’t help you be any quieter, his lips brushing against your ear as he told you how good you were doing, how good you felt, and how he could stay like this forever.

His own quiet moans and groans mixed with yours, filling the room as he moved his hips quickly. You scrambled to find his hand that was resting on your hair and you held it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

The pleasure was now becoming unbearable the harsher his movements got earning surprised “ah ah ah”s from you after every deep thrust. Suddenly, you were very grateful that you locked yourself in the lab's farthest room.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered making your toes curl in your shoes. 

You felt him repeatedly hit that familiar spongy over and over again combined with his thumb cycling your clit so good send you over the edge with a silent moan, jaw hanging open as you felt your release wash over you.

You knew Tyler wasn’t too far either by the way his short nails dug deep into the flesh of your waist, holding you down as he fucked you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own. 

Tyler gently wiped the drool off the side of your lips, hips stuttering against you, losing that steady rhythm he set and becoming increasingly clumsy before he attempted to pull away.

“No, Ty” You squeezed his hand in yours. You attempted to keep your voice from breaking and continued, the overstimulation was making you dizzy “I want you to finish inside me.”

His eyes widened at that. Never before have you asked him of such a thing. Both of you knew you preferred for him to wear a condom rather than get stuck in an uncompromising situation yet you could feel him twitch inside you.

The thought of your possible doom in this awful place by whatever those creatures were, made you want—No, Need to feel him as close as humanly possible.

“Are you sure, my love?” His tone was gentle when he asked you, completely opposing his gravelly voice and the way he squeezed your waist.

“Please, babe.” You begged.

You cried out when you felt him move again. Tyler leaned closer, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. You rolled your tongue around his, moans escaping your lips every time his cock drilled into your sweet spot.

“Fuck—Fuck you feel so good…Lettin’ me fill ya full—” He groaned against your ear and with one last push you felt him spill deep inside of you, painting your velvety walls white.

“Tyler!” You moaned as he pushed deeper once, twice and then he stilled against you.

For a while, all you could hear in the room was panting before you spoke “I love you”

“I love you.” He didn’t miss a beat to reply, leaving a small peck on your forehead. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

[stereotaehyungnie]

Aot headcanons

๑ Jean Kirstein ⊰⊹ฺ modern dating au

cw: nsfw below, 18+ only, minors pls do not interact, also fluff, smoke mention

a/n: jean is also a sweetheart and deserved one of this... Again so sorry for any mistake but here we go!

he is coocky w everyone but w u bro he just blush and shake of u look directly at him

encounters with him are always very comfortable, it always ensures that you are relaxed around him

he knows how to kiss, this mf likes the one that you or him laugh in the middle bc he just find this cute

he will workship u like a goddness no matter what you do he will always be like "YASSS QUEEN DO IT RIGHT!"

he is in love w your ass expect to be slaped tons of times during the day

king of cuddles just laying there w him having a deep conversation or enjoying the silence

bc he is the king of cuddles expect as well cockwarming... he just want to feel u that close

talking about sex he loves taking you on your side and especially when you become a power bottom rolling your hips when he just be there enjoying

aftercare is a thing! he will be a gentleman anything you ask him he will get to you

he CAN N WILL DANCE W YOU, he doesnt care w u know or doesnt know how to dance he will guide you

he begs you to give him hickeys like "why u can give me them! i want everyone knowing that i am yours! give me now!"

he is into quickies! dont get me wrong he loves taking his time but the feeling of the rush, the need to leave you all messy just turn him on!

he will draw you every fucking second he thinks u r so beautiful that every time he lay his eyes on u is like seeing a masterpiece

traveling with him is the best thing in the world he is a wonderful company because he knows how to be funny, nice, smart and he didn't tell you but he always has a travel plan ready

if u r working to much he will get a day off just to do the house work for you and will massage you until you sleep

he loves watching your sleep, not in a creep way, he just love to have you close to him, all relaxed, and if you make a face while sleeping it will be a love massaging your face until you completely relax but first you will take at least 100 photos

his hands speaks volumes

bc this mf big hands n fingers is just so easy to make you squirt even w one finger he will send u to the heaven n back

not really into in sex toys but he likes the sensual oils, balls that burst with flavor, condoms with flavors but maybe he like to much the intimate ring

he is the best going clubbing he knows how to dance properly w you, how to drink w u, how to kiss u there, protect u all beautifully n knows how to walk home w u making fun abt how u both walk stumbling n laughting to nothing

smoking w him must be somethinh sensual, hom blowing the smoke in your face while having his hands aroung your throat maybe he will even pound u with clothes on bc he likes humping

he will treat u right

jean is a mamas boy so he need to know her opinion abt u BUT if he likes u n she start to picking u up w nonsense thing he will have a deep conversation w her

mamasboy but also a husband material

him w kids>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

its really easy to think in a future w him

he loves walking around w you, loves showing u off not like a prize but like the love of his life anyone that walk u over he will be "hey watch out! my wife!", u are barelly dating LMAO but it was cute

he will help u or try to help u in every subject that u find dificult

likes to joke around u tell all the funniest things and dumbiest just to see u glaring at him ou laughting ur ass of

he loves your face always cupping your cheeks to drown u in kisses

someone send me this boy PLS

hope u enjoyy thiss

thanks for all the support in my first Publication I am grateful for everything!

if you have any request or idea send me and i write to you!

XOXO

[seokiie]

𝘉𝘛𝘚' 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

A/N: ok so these reactions are really long lmfao (shortened for your scrolling pleasure) they're more like drabbles than reactions and I deadass think I got the definition of flirt wrong cuz these are way more sexual than they should be;; also can we talk abt how well Hobi’s gif matches the reaction ok bye

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Namjoon:

Namjoon was not the jealous type and you knew that. But you could tell he was getting a little more annoyed and frustrated than usual. At first, you weren't quite sure what was getting his panties in a twist. Then you realized how much time Taehyung was spending around you.

It was a dinner party and Taehyung had offered to accompany you while you mingled with the sophisticated guests. Who were you to decline? Of course, you didn't think much of it when he puts his arm around you and pulls you close to his body. He was warm and he smelt so, so good. Like... like a sweet, hunky, ginger smell, or maybe even warm milk.

More than once while you were talking to people, someone would compliment how the two of you looked good together. He'd always cut you off with a laugh when you were about to correct them. You didn't think too much about that either.

Or when another group was giving a formal speech on stage. You'd sat between Taehyung and Namjoon. You were so focused on the heartwarming speech that you barely noticed when Tae's hand found a spot to rest on your upper thigh. Right above where your fitted dress stopped. You also failed to notice the way Namjoon was giving you the death stare.

What happened later that evening seemed to push Namjoon over the edge, you think.

You'd gotten fairly tipsy, thanks to Taehyung. You learned that he'd picked up a new hobby in drinking wine. He wanted you to try his favorite flavors and god, does that man have taste. You weren't too drunk. You could still walk and think relatively straight. But by this point, you were ready to go home.

"Taehyungiiie, wheres Namjoon? I need- I think its time for me to go home." Your hand rests on his shoulder as you get up from your seat.

"I haven't seen him since the speech. He's probably busy. Do you want me to take you back to the dorm? I don't want you traveling alone tonight." You nod and he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand feeling hot where it rests.

Tae's just about to lead you to the exit when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn around immediately. Its Namjoon. At the sight of him, you're released from Taehyungs grasp and you sprint to him as fast as you can in wedges.

"Where were you two going?" He sounds passive but there's a slight hint of hostility in his voice.

"_____ couldn't find you and she wanted to go home. But you're here now so you should take care of her." You can't quite tell if Taehyungs smile is real or fake. Before you can even evaluate it, he's walking back to the party with his hands in his pockets.

You also don't think too much about that. That is, until Namjoon has you back at the dorm and he's pushing you against the wall before the lights are even on.

"Were you doing that on purpose? Huh? Because I don't get jealous you decided to test my patience?" You can't see how close he is, but you can sure feel it. The wine in your system only making the situation feel hotter than it actually is.

"Since you decided to torment me this evening, how about I torment you for the rest of the night and make sure you can't walk tomorrow?"

Jin:

As you had never been to an after-party before, you had clung to Jin like your life depended on it. And considering you didn't know anyone there (besides the other six members), you had felt especially lost when Jin excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you to wander around the nicely decorated venue.

"_____?" At the moment you were sitting alone at the little bar area, but the sound of your name makes you turn around.

"What're you doing drinking alone? Hyung left you?" It was Hoseok. Somehow, you were thankful to finally see someone you knew.

"He's in the bathroom right now. He doesn't like it when I drink too much so I'm trying to down as many shots before he gets back." You give him a smile.

"I'm sure he wouldn't want you disobeying him like this. How about dancing with me instead of trying to get as drunk as possible?" You don't get the chance to respond before he's taking the shot glass from your hand and dragging you to the dance floor by your wrist.

Usually, you'd be too flustered to dance in front of so many people much less with the likes of Hobi, but the alcohol had just loosened you up just enough to match his rhythm.

"You dance better than I thought, _____." His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs into your ear, trying to talk over the heavy bass. His hands leave traces of heat on your hips while he pulls you close.

Rocking against Hoseok, you lose track of time and forget that Jin must be out of the bathroom by now. In your defense, Hobi was a really good dancer. Like, really good. The way he guided your hips against his caused heat to stir in your lower abdomen. The shots you'd taken a few songs prior made your body move with a sudden fluidity.

At some point within the sixth or seventh song, you found that maybe you were getting a little too worked up. The feeling of Hoseok's cock rubbing against you through his finely tailored dress pants made your insides rearrange more and more the longer you danced against him. If you didn't excuse yourself right now, you were gonna do something you'd regret.

Jin watches you from afar, a smirk playing at his lips. He watches as you pull away from Hoseok and he knows that look on your face. That parted lip, clouded eyed expression. It's a face he's seen so many times on so many occasions. When you start to walk towards the bathroom, he follows suit.

The bathroom is quite a distance away. The hallway leading to it is long and reminds you of something straight out a horror movie. While lost in thought, you don't notice the presence approaching you from behind, said presence then grabbing your arm and pushing your back firmly against the wall. A surprised grunt turns into a moan when his thigh presses against your heat through the sheer dress you're wearing.

"You looked like you had fun dancing with Hoseok." It's Jin. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to meet his furious eyes.

You open your mouth to respond but the words are caught in your throat. Jin's got you trapped, a hand on either side of the wall next to you. Anticipation and guilt washed throughout your body as he gets closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"I don't care who you dance with, drink with, have sex with. But remember who you always come home to, babygirl."

Jimin:

Jimin had been rather cold to you recently. Of course, he had a very busy schedule and you knew that, but you wished he'd at least return your texts. Luckily, one Friday out of every month, Namjoon invited you over to the dorm for movie night. You took this opportunity to get back at Jimin.

Since there were so many people for such a small area, you usually took a cramped seat on top of Jimin's lap on the one person sofa. But today, you decided to take a seat on Namjoon's lap instead. He was sitting the closest from Jimin and you wanted to make sure he heard everything.

When you finally settle down amidst Namjoon's thighs, you can feel not only Namjoon's eyes but Jimin's as well, their confused stares boring through you.

"Uh, don't you usually-" You cut Namjoon's words off with a 'shhh, it's starting' and he gives a nervous glance to Jimin.

You're laughing at a particularly funny part when Namjoon's hands squeeze your waist, asking for your attention. You turn your head to look at him in response.

"_____, don't move so much when you laugh." He says it quietly so no one can hear him besides you.

"Am I blocking the screen too much? Sorry." You turn back to the TV and shift your hips back slightly, milking a vulgar growl from somewhere deep in his throat. You hear it, and feel it and you know Jimin hears it too with the way his head snaps to his right.

You don't look at him but you can feel the way Jimin stares into the side of your face. The look he's giving you makes you nervous, but you push farther. Knowing Jimin's eyes are still on you, you let your head roll back and rest on Joon's shoulder. It's an awfully seductive move and you hear Jimin scoff beside you and turn back to look at the TV.

The movie is about to end when Jimin speaks up for the first time all night.

"We're out of popcorn. _____, can you come with me to get more." It's not a question, but an order. An order that has you scrambling to your feet and following closely behind him. He leads you into the empty kitchen, completely silent while he puts another bag of popcorn into the microwave. The tension is enough to set your nerves on fire. When there's a familiar popping sound coming from the microwave, Jimin finally starts to talk.

"Listen, baby. I know exactly what you're trying to do, and you'll need to try a lot harder." He crosses his arms, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at you, eyes darker than they once were.

"I know I've been distant lately." He stalks towards you like he's about to pounce on his prey. "Since I have a break this weekend, I was planning on rewarding you for being so patient."

"But I think punishment suites you much, much better."

Yoongi:

"Have you seen Yoongi?" You were sitting in the dorms living room scrolling through your phone when you notice Jungkook enter from down the hall.

He turns to look at you before responding. "No. What's up?"

"He's supposed to give me one of his signature back massages but I can't find him." You stuff your phone in your pocket and cross your arms, looking at the only other person in the room with a raised eyebrow.

"You shouldn't be sitting here by yourself and he might not be back for a while. If you come to my room, I'll give you a back massage ten times better than anything Yoongi could do." He grants a warm smile and your aching shoulders compel you to accept his offer.

It feels innocent enough, the way Jungkook has you laying face down on his bed as he straddles your lower body. His thumbs press into your tense muscles and almost immediately you feel your body relax into the bedsheets.

"Woahh..." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "That's, wow, that's really good, Jungkook. Fuck."

"Aah, seriously? To be completely honest, I didn't think I'd be qualified to give you such a good massage-" His fingers press down hard and when your body cracks, a sigh of relief and pleasure slips past your tongue. "-but hearing you moaning below me has really changed my mind."

You're not sure whether you should laugh or embrace the way your body tingles at those words.

"Does this feel good? Here?" Your bones crack again as he presses his fingers harder into your skin and you let out a particularly loud plaint that's muffled by the bedsheets.

"Wah, I'm definitely going to remember the sounds you're making for later tonight. Music to my ears." You actually do laugh this time, tilting your head to the side so you weren't being suffocated by the sheets.

The longer Jungkook is working on your back and shoulders, the more relaxed you feel and the louder you get. It's only when the bedroom door opens that the fingers making you feel so good stop moving.

"Thought I heard your voice, _____." Yoongi is leaning in the doorway, eyes taking in the sight in front of him. "What exactly is going on here?"

Both you and Jungkook stay quiet, knowing just how bad the situation looks. When one of you are about to pipe up, Yoongi interrupts.

"Nevermind. I don't even want to know." He walks towards the both of you. "Jungkook. Out."

Jungkook gives a staggered and confused look to you then back to Yoongi before sliding off your body.

"Did this hyung just kick me out of my own room? Ah, seriously." The maknae curses under his breath before shutting the door behind him.

When the two of you are finally alone, Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed and turns his head to look at you.

"You couldn't wait until I got home? You're a bad girl." He has a smirk on his lips and it eases your worry of him being angry.

"My back was hurting. You wouldn't text me back so I assumed you wouldn't be home till late." You start to sit up so you can get more adjacent to the man next to you, but his hand moves to your shoulder, slowly pushing you back down as he crawls over you.

"So you had Jungkook take care of you?" You don't move out of pure anticipation and he laughs, tilting your chin up.

"You know none of the other members can make you feel as good as I can, baby. So why bother running to them instead? To be honest, it looks like I need to teach you some manners."

Hoseok:

You had just come back from the mall with a couple of your friends when Hoseok called you over to the dorm to help with cooking. You didn't have a need to change out of your current outfit, a cropped hoodie and high waisted shorts, but now that you were in the kitchen next to Yoongi and had four guys staring at you, you wished you changed into something more modest.

The outfit wasn't necessarily revealing but you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your ass look delicious.

"The food looks especially good tonight, right Kookie?" Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung had all taken seats at the kitchen island, eyes lingering on you as you and Yoongi worked alongside each other to make his special ramen.

"Mmm, it does, Jimin. I want a piece so bad." The maknae practically growls and you turn around to offer the three men a plastic smile.

"If you want to eat 'so bad', you oughta be patient." Tae glances behind you before grinning widely.

"______, how are we suppose to eat soon when you keep distracting the chef?" He points to something behind you and when you turn you see Yoongi giving you bedroom eyes.

"You too?!" You hit Yoongi with a spatula you had in your hand and he quickly offers a not so sincere apology through chuckles.

As if on queue, Hoseok appears from down the hallway. He must've been in his studio.

"Yah! What're you all staring at. Do you have any idea how to treat a woman?" Hobi scolds the younger members, his facial expression not 100% serious. You give a laugh and finish up with cooking.

When the food is finished, you wash your hands and excuse yourself to the bathroom down the hall, leaving everyone else to set the table and serve the food.

You're just about to wash up and leave when someone barges in, shutting and locking the door behind themselves.

"Hobi? What're you doing?" The bathroom isn't particularly big. When you turn around to face him, he picks up by your thighs and places you on the counter beside the sink.

"I could ask you the same thing. When you're dressed like that, I just wanna make sure the boys don't get any ideas." He plays with the button on your shorts before dragging the zipper down and shimmying the tight garments down your thighs. When those wicked shorts that Hoseok loved but hated with a passion were discarded onto the bathroom floor, he leaves a trail of kisses up your inner thigh, biting ever so slightly and intending to leave marks for everyone to see.

"Ah, you-you'll miss dinner." You sigh as Hoseok's tongue gets dangerously close to your heat, the only thing stopping him being the thin panties you'd worn today.

"My dinners right here, baby." He looks up at you with desire and want in his eyes.

"I'm not sure if you've caught on, but I'm going to edge you on this counter till you're screaming my name and everyone in this dorm knows who you belong to."

Jungkook:

"Aish, I don't deserve these compliments. I could've done better on stage today." Jimin looks at his reflection through the camera and brushes his fingers through his hair. Jimin was currently on v-live. He had requested you stay by his side for the duration of the live, something about your company being able to calm his nerves. You accepted, of course. But you opted to stay just barely out of frame, so the millions of viewers could only hear your voice.

"Jiminie! Don't say that. You did well!" You pat him on the shoulder and after he responds with a toothy grin.

"You know just what to say to cheer me up, _____." You can feel the way Jimin stares daggers through the side of your head when the words leave his mouth.

God, you pray he's not pulling this shit again.

You don't have a hard time ignoring the unrelenting glances, but when his hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly caressing the area before giving you a light squeeze, yeah. That's when it gets hard to ignore.

Jimin's hand stays on your thigh, kneading your bare skin like it was some sort of stress ball. You're so lucky you can barely be seen on screen, the way you were fidgeting under his grasp was a dead give away.

"______, can you read out some questions for me to answer?" You give a terse nod before realizing no one can see you.

"Yes, ah-" At that moment, you feel Jimins hand drifting towards your inner thigh, gripping you gently and pulling your leg towards him. The action advertently opens your legs and it nearly makes you choke on your spit.

"Yeah, I-I'll read a few questions for, uh, for you."

Jungkook hated this, hated jimin (although he did say that a lot). He knew Jimin had the tendency to flirt heavily with the people around him. It was a well-established joke but doing this sort of thing in front of fans? Wasn't this a little too far?

He'd only wanted to tune in for a few minutes of the v-live before going to bed, but ended up staying a bit longer when he noticed what was going on behind the scenes.

The way Jimin was staring at something outside the frame, the arm moving just barely out of the camera view and the way you couldn't get your sentences out without stuttering over a gasp.

Suddenly, he was regretting letting you help Jimin with his v-live and he intended to fix his very clear mistake.

Jimin was telling a childhood story when there's a knock at the door. He interrupts himself to say 'it's open' then clapping happily at the sight of Jungkook entering.

"I'm not staying." Jungkook glances at Jimin before his eyes settle on you. "Can I borrow _____ for a second?"

With the way the younger boy is looking down at you, you know you've seriously fucked up

"Sure, I'm almost done anyway. Oh, and Kookie..." Jungkook's already taken your hand and is leading you out of the room when Jimin speaks up once more.

"...don't be too rough on her, I was just teasing." Jungkook scowls at the hyung before closing the door roughly behind himself.

You want to ask him what the issue is but you don't even get the chance to open your mouth before the younger boy is pushing you flush against Jimin's closed studio door. When your back makes contact with the door, there's a loud bang and you're pretty sure Jungkook pushed you hard enough to make the whole wall shake.

"Here? Ah, Kookie, no-" His mouth is on your neck, sucking gently as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts. This wasn't exactly the best place to have sex. Right outside Jimin's door was the hallway which led to the other members' studios.

"Seems like Jimin worked you up quite a bit, _____." You're embarrassed at how wet the situation makes you and the way Jungkook's fingers are teasing your clit doesn't help one bit.

"We can't, h-holy shit, we can't do this here. Some-someone'll hear." You can barely think straight, your body wrapped up in pleasure as Jungkook slowly fucks you with two of his fingers.

When he responds, his voice is in your ear, an indescribable feeling in his tone that you've never heard before.

"Since you wanna be a slut on Jimin's live, how about I fuck the life out of you against his door for everyone to hear?"

Taehyung:

The vocal line was doing an interview while you, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watched behind the scenes.

You'd been helping by passing out water bottles to the staff but since they were about to wrap up with recording, you and the three other men were watching from the sidelines. At some point during the last thirty minutes, Yoongi's arm had found its way around your waist, his hand playing with the belt loops on your jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can we stop for a minute?" The interviewer stops speaking and everyone's focus turns to the PD who was talking. "Taehyung, you look really mad, can you fix your facial expression, please?"

The rest of the vocal line would laugh and you would, too, not knowing that Tae's fierce expression was your fault.

"My bad." You swear you see his eyes flicker to you, a grimace on his face before his facial features soften up. Odd.

As the recording comes to an end, Yoongi's still playing with your belt loops the only difference is his pointer and middle finger slip past your waistband, his thumb rubbing circles into the area of skin covered by your shirt. You're not gonna lie, the way he's touching you seems innocent enough but it does far more than just distract you. You don't even notice when he leans over to whisper something in your ear.

"Do you see Jungkooks face?" He had a grin playing at his lips and when you turn to see what he's talking about you break into laughter.

"Why does he look like that? He looks like he's being possessed." Yoongi laughs along with you.

Taehyung sees it all and he's everything but happy. Seeing the way Yoongi's fingers easily made their way to your bare hips; the same hips he's left beautiful marks and bruises on for you to admire the next morning, made him so mad. When the interview is finally, finally over, he sees you separate from Yoongi, but not without the both of you giggling about whatever the fuck. He watches as you enter the staff lounge, probably to fetch something the writers or PDs needed. He decides to follow you.

The first thing he sees when he enters the staff lounge is you at the snack area eating various cheeses and chocolates. To be honest, he wouldn't expect any less from you.

"Ah, Taehyungie. You scared me. Do you want some cheese?" Someone comes up behind you and wraps their arms around you. You know those arms when you feel them. It's your precious Tae.

"No cheese." He takes the toothpick from your hand and places it back down on the fancy silver platter. "You did something bad to me, _____. So bad."

You tilt your head slightly, wordlessly asking what he means. At the sight of your exposed skin, he presses kisses up your shoulder and you let out a relaxed sigh.

"Yoongi." He pauses, slowly making his way to your neck.

"I was, and still am, trying to be calm. But the way he was looking at you, touching you... Why aren't you as angry as I am?"

masterlist ツ

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[yikeswtfmate]

I’ll hold you to that

Summary: There’s a new message from a stranger in her DMs, but what does he want from her and why exactly is he so freaking cute?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: swearing; that should be it, I think?

A/N: This is the second fic in two days, who even am I? What am I even doing? What is happening?! My only excuse is that I’ve started this like 2 months ago and only now got round to finishing it so...enjoy?

This might need a second part though, I feel like I need some college dorkiness in my life rn

Also, do some text and ig messages count as making this a social media au? Probably not, since I was too lazy to do that format with the apps and all that?

masterlist // Watermelon Sugar - another part

Natasha is lying on her friend’s bed, furiously typing away at her phone. The chime of incoming messages is constant and it is starting to drive Y/N up the wall.

“You could do this in your room as well, you know.” Turning in her desk chair, ready to start going off on the redhead, Y/N is cut short by a long suffering sigh. “What’s wrong now?” She knows that if she ignores Nat now, she would only get more annoying, which in turn would leave her no chance of finishing studying for the night.

“I’m talking with the people in my group, trying to prepare for the mock trial next month and there’s this guy who is completely infuriating!” Nat spats and lets out another groan, as her fingers fly across the screen. “He says that we should stop defending the CFO and try and get a settlement because it’s obvious he actually did indeed commit fraud. How are we supposed to make a case and win when he’s completely disregarding everything we’ve studied this semester? Of course the prick committed fraud, but we still have to make the case for him, this is the fucking assignment, you pompous asshole.”

“Yeah, babe, I have no idea what you’re saying there, but go you! Down with Wall Street or whatever, but I still need to study for this management exam, so it would be great if you could kindly fuck off to your room?” Y/N smiles at Nat, who finally looks up at her and sighs.

“Fine. I’ll let you study for your stupid exam, but you still need to reply to that cute guy like you promised.”

“Remind me again, why am I supposed to do that?”

“Because you promised, you ass! And your sex life is shit so Wands and I reckon if you get laid, you’ll stop being so stuck up about school.” It’s Nat’s turn to smile sweetly at Y/N, who throws a pen at her retreating form.

“Why are you guys like this?!”

“We both have unresolved daddy issues, now get on with it or I’ll send Wanda in here.”

Y/N sighs heavily and slumps in her chair. She glances at her charging phone on the desk and tentatively picks it up. She unlocks it, a picture of her and her roommates popping up on the screen and the notification is still there. Still taunting her, still adding fuel to her friends’ pestering.

They have looked through his page, of course. They have looked at all the pictures with his friends, some of them recognisable from the halls of college, all the pictures of him in various cafes, restaurants, bars, gyms, but the picture she still comes back to is the one with him at the beach. Wayfarers perched on the bridge of his nose, ruffled hair in the wind, and that tan that stretches from the set shoulders to the prominent six pack (although the bottle of beer in his hand makes those abs so unfair to believe exist) to the firm thighs. She has looked through all of his pictures, analysing every detail and description, still wondering how in the hell she managed to catch his attention enough to grant her a message from him. And then she would go on her profile, filled with pictures from the dance studio, her coffee filled all-nighters in the library, and fair enough, there is that picture of her at the pool where her bum looks just right and she could get why in a sense, but what the hell, look at that guy!

Her fingers still hover over the notification indecisively, when the group chat pops up on her screen.

Wands: do it, bitch

Y/N: I was just getting myself ready!!!!

Wands: u’re a clown

Wands: JUST DO IT

Y/N: why must you attack me like this

Nat: I’m interrupting my fight with that idiot to send you this very important message

Nat: do it, bitch

Y/N: I hate you both

Y/N finally taps on the notification and there - in all its glory there is one simple message that has been giving her a headache since the previous night. Granted, she was a bit drunk on wine, and the shriek she let out when she saw the blinking notification made her toss her phone to the other side of the couch. Wanda picked it up and looked at it confused, while Natasha slumped on the couch in order to see over her shoulder. They both whistled at the same time, which was disturbing in and of itself, thinking how alike all of their mannerisms have become since they became roommates two years prior.

She takes a big breath that does nothing to relieve her nerves, and biting her lip, she finally opens the app to her messages.

JamesBBarnes: Hey

Huh. Funny how such a little greeting makes her tap her leg unconsciously to the point that their downstairs neighbours will be complaining at their door soon. She closes her eyes for a second, shakes her head and mutters a 'what the hell.'

Y/Nwhatthehell: Hi

Now that this obstacle is over, Y/N idly wonders what made her so flustered. He's just a guy who happened to send her a message after following her on Instagram. There's nothing weird about it, is it? They're both attending the same university, she's fairly sure one of his friends is actually the guy Natasha is currently fighting with on that project of theirs. Maybe he just wants to be friendly, maybe he needs some management information for one of his mock trials. Who even knows, so what is she so stressed about? With a huff, she throws her phone away, determined to finish the chapter opened in front of her and relax for the rest of the evening.

She's in the middle of writing the last note on employee engagement, when a ping from her bed startles her into dropping her pen. She turns cautiously, as if sudden movements would force Aragog crawling out of the device, but decides she's being stupid again so she stands up and nearly lunges on the sheets.

As confusion is written all over her face after reading the first line in the notifications bar, she opens the app and stares at the screen.

JamesBBarnes: Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could you ask your friend to stop fighting with Steve? I'm trying to study over here and he's been throwing stuff around since yesterday saying something about a redhead girl who's hijacking his trial just bc she wants to prove a point

She doesn't know what she was expecting, but it's definitely not this. Is that disappointment she feels for hyping herself up just so he can ask this type of nonsense of her? Maybe, but maybe she just feels a little silly for having thought this guy would hit on her on Instagram. She sighs and replies to him, now annoyed with herself more than anything.

Y/Nwhatthehell: why didn't you just send her a message?

JamesBBarnes: From what I've heard about this Natasha, you seemed like the more reasonable one

The reply is swift, and makes her smile. Nat can be a bit too much if not handled with care, especially when it comes to group work. However, Y/N now has what seems like a million questions, and she’s even more confused than a few minutes ago.

Y/Nwhatthehell: how did you even find my IG anyway?

JamesBBarnes: oh Steve has a huge crush on Natasha and we were all forced to go through her every single photo and hear about how amazing she is every single day since the beginning of the year

JamesBBarnes: but maybe don't tell her that 

JamesBBarnes: you know what, screw that. You can even show her that msg, the punk will never be man enough to tell her himself, might as well get my revenge for all the days I've been forced to listen to him go on and on abt her

She takes a second to read the messages again, when a howl of laughter bursts out of her chest. She had an inkling this was the case, from the way Steve has suspiciously been assigned to every single group project Nat had since September. And Y/N could bet his feelings weren't unrequited, for all the hissy fits Natasha has been throwing about him lately.

Y/Nwhatthehell: what if i tell you he might get what he wants if i tell her that?

Y/Nwhathehell: would you be able to put up with him when he's in a relationship with her? He's probs gonna be 10x worse

JamesBBarnes: oh shit u're right 

JamesBBarnes: fuck it, might as well get it over with. At least he'll stop moping every time she calls him an idiot 

Y/Nwhatthehell: you make a very compelling case, James. Studying law must have its benefits...you know, like having strong well rounded arguments

JamesBBarnes: my arguments would make more sense if i would be allowed to study ya know 

JamesBBarnes: and it's Bucky 

Y/Nwhatthehell: ?

JamesBBarnes: my friends call me Bucky 

Y/Nwhathehell: so we're friends now, are we?

Y/N can't stop the feeling of giddiness that starts to inflate through her chest. She might not have gotten the flirtatious messages she was expecting, but this seems somehow better. More real.

JamesBBarnes: if we're playing matchmakers for our friends, might as well be, don't you think?

Y/Nwhatthehell: i think i'll need a stronger argument than that in order to help you

JamesBBarnes: tell you what. I'll buy you a coffee and a pizza if you help me with those two 

Y/Nwhatthehell: coffee and pizza? A man after my own heart

She wonders for a second if that comment will freak him out, but hangs her head with a grin that splits her face when she sees his reply.

JamesBBarnes: only for you babe 

Bucky stares at the screen, unable to process what he just sent. He likes this girl, likes how his first impression after seeing her profile hasn't changed after starting to talk to her. He knows how easy it is to lie away your life on social media, and he can admit he's more than excited that she seems as wholesome and funny through text, and not only through pictures. Following her and sending her that message yesterday was his genuine desperation at trying to do something, anything really to make Steve stop, but he didn't expect to actually want to keep talking to her. He really hopes he hasn't messed up anything, when 'Typing...' keeps appearing and disappearing.

Y/Nwhatthehell: i'll hold you to that, babe

[evangclines-blog1]

what  if  we  ......  pretended  this  was  a  good  intro  .....  aha  just  kidding  .....  unless  ?  i  was  just  gonna  link  to  all  my  stuff  but  ...  ur  girl  wrote  a  lot  and  i  don’t  wanna  be  cruel  and  force  u  all  to  read  everything  JDBWBDJBWJ  so  here we  go  !!   <3

( VENUS, PARK SOOYOUNG, CIS FEMALE, SHE /HER ) guess what, EVANGELINE RHEE has just landed in cannes with their private jet. they are a TWENTY-TWO year old socialite, who spends much of their time & money UPDATING THEIR SKINCARE ROUTINE. i think their family is in the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY and their net worth is around 10B USD.   

first things first ... i’m gonna drop some links in case u want to read everything i wrote at 6 am the day the submit closed bc im stoopid like that <3 

here u can find her full bio, stats, extended stats, and hcs ! the hcs are definitely the most fun to read so i recommend going to that page hehe

into the summary we go !

BACKSTORY:  suicide mention tw

eva’s dad is a movie producer and her mom was the beautiful woman he met at a train station <3 her parents had a very whirlwind romance, very love at first sight, very passionate and intense type of relationship literally everything you see in hollywood ? they had that ! they got married after only a year of knowing each other and had eva soon after 

thats when things got not-so-picturesque /: after having eva, her mom entered a pretty dark depression. eva’s dad ( who had been aware of his wife’s mental health and even warned by her family against doing anything crazy like getting married and having a whole baby so fast ) was kinda in denial about everything. eva’s mom still had her good days, but the bad days were really bad & when eva was only two years old her mom had an accident & passed away 

so while eva’s dad was grieving, he sent little eva to new york city to go live with her grandma !! eva adored her grandmother more than anyone else. she was a retired jazz singer, and a lot of what they did together was sit around and listen to old records <3 eva lived with her until she was five years old & that’s pretty much the only childhood she can remember since her mom died when she was so young !! 

when her dad brings eva back to france, he’s doing a lot better. he’s back to producing movies and throwing parties and being a part of society again ( things he had stopped while he was grieving for his wife ) and he even found his own form of “medicine” which was simply the company of beautiful women ! most of them were young actresses he met through his work, all of them were gorgeous, and they all adored little eva <3 

eva adored them right back ! they taught her stuff she imagined all mother’s teach their daughters: how to dress well, how to smell nice, how to get people’s attention, what makeup to wear, how to do your hair, how to speak so everyone hangs on to your every word, etc. she was still a little girl but she was absorbing all these lessons like a sponge, & it’s a big part of why she’s so obsessed with her own femininity and why she’s got this mindset about being beautiful inside & out in order to feel balanced. 

none of the women her dad brought home were ever at her house for more than a week. her father, who had been a notorious bachelor before eva’s mother, seemed incapable of falling in love again. that was his first and maybe only lesson to eva, which was how to break hearts, which is something else she absorbed & carried with her as she grew up

as eva grew up, she kinda became obsessed with trying to imagine what her mom had been like. no one in her family liked to talk about her, especially not her dad, but she knew she looked just like her and she was kinda always trying to fill in the blanks. but then one christmas her dad let it slip that her mom’s death hadn’t been an accident at all, that it had been on purpose. that was kind of the turning point for eva & she just kind of....stopped trying to re imagine her mom after that just kinda wanting to let her rest /:

she also went through a phase of doing stuff just because she could. she’d flirt with people’s boyfriends, she’d make strangers fall in love with her, she’d date people just to break up with them suddenly, etc. she kind of realized just how much she could get away with, but more than that, just how far people would go when they fell in love. she was obsessed with that, but also kind of jealous of those people just because she’d never felt that kind of soul shattering love for someone before and she really does want to </3 while she’s never been in love before, and while she does get bored of lovers easily, she still feels a type of attachment that is sometimes so strong she’s not willing to let the other person go even if she’s being selfish by hanging onto people she can’t get serious abt /: thats just life sometimes......whore rights !

FUN FACTS , PERSONALITY, AND TIDBITS: whore antics tw

 goes by eva, never evangeline. her grandma has always called her angel, and so that nickname has also carried over naturally

libra sun AND moon babey ! read abt it here

wears euphoria makeup to do groceries

 moved from paris to new york city for college to attend columbia university. double majored in english literature and business management. 

created what she called the “manhattan group” in reference to the bloomsbury group, which was a group of associated english writers, intellectuals, philosophers and artists in the first half of the 20th century ( that included writers like virginia woolf ) duringher freshman year. although meetings were supposed to be about discussing literature, it mostly became a place to drink warming champagne, flirt, and gossip. eva hosted the events & meetings off campus inside her loft. the manhattan group only lasted her freshman year though, as rumors of all the underage drinking and “cult-like behavior” persuaded her to drop it. that, and the fact that more than one member had fallen in love with her and things were getting quite tense. 

she never carries a lighter because she likes the way more than one person will offer her one if she asks for a light <3 

it’s a famous rumor that eva once spilled her drink on her chanel mini-dress at a charity gala and stripped down to her lingerie in front of everyone. it would have stayed a rumor if it wasn’t for the instagram story that went up of her only her underwear. 

she has a house phone in her nyc loft that only a select few people ( minus the strangers she’s given the number to while drunk ) know the number 

has a three year old black cat named june that she brought with ehr to cannes <3 

is the proud owner of a black maserati despite being an infamous bad driver. no one in their right mind, especially not her friends, would ever trust eva to drive.

it’s rumored she once snuck onto the yacht of a ceo to a fortune 500 company, only for him to find her in nothing but a bath towel eating chocolates while flipping through his playboy magazines, and that he was so taken with her instead of pressing charges he decided to name the boat after eva.

once spent a whole day walking around paris in a cheap pink wig and calling herself yvette. nobody could figure out why. eva often pulls stunts like this on a whim.

believes 2 is an unlucky number and is very superstitious about it, as that is the year her mother died. fully believes her twenties are cursed and is actually looking forward to the day she turns 30 just to escape the 2′s.

leonardo dicaprio once made a pass at her during the after party of a movie premiere she was attending.

during full moons, eva always has sex with the windows open. even if it’s winter, a window will be cracked open. this is one of her many personal superstitions. 

has a collection of old love letters, mixtapes, and presents past suitors and secret admirers have gifted her. while she cannot remember the origin of quite a few of the objects in her collection, she is attached to them still.

owns a replica of the famous cross necklace filled with cocaine that kathryn had in cruel intentions.

literally i basically just copied most of my hcs page im a clown i cant do summaries...

ok so personality wise ? shes a flirt. a whore, if u will. yes thats a personality trait now. literally if ur breathing shes flirting doesnt matter who u are doesnt matter if ur married if u have 10 kids doesnt matter like she will flirt....does not know how to open her mouth without flirting 

big on aesthetics /: believes everyone should get manicures like if ur cuticles are showing shes gonna gag . get help <3

not good at being held accountable for her actions. she’s not really the type to be malicious on purpose, but since she really does play with ppls feelings a lot it’s inevitable she’s gonna hurt someone but if u bring it up shes just gonna be like .. me ? at fault ? u must have the wrong girl i’m angel ...

likes 2 play games JSBDWBDJW clearly....matters of the heart are her fave kind but she also likes doing kinda ridiculous stuff for fun just to see how ppl are gonna react, also likes to do stuff just bc she knows she can usually get away with it 

loves skin care like she will be ur dermatologist ( self appointed ) she will gift u a moisturizer she will get everyone to do facemasks with her u cannot escape it ...

has trouble being alone but won’t admit it / doesn’t even really realize it ??? like it is... very rare u will ever find her sleeping alone or spending a whole day in just her own company 

not shy.....at all like JBSJDWBJDW she could use some shame but she has zero unfortunately 

despite being a whore....she is a HUGE romantic like whew she is obsessed with old love songs & is always playing them on her record player she loves to slow dance <3 she often gives ppl her fave poems ( usually poems abt sex ), she loves getting roses, loves kissing ppl on the cheek when she’s wearing lipstick, & she likes to leave ppl voicemails like ... shes really living like she is the main chara of a romance movie and everyone else is extra #5 most of the time... 

idk what else to say im sure shes gonna evolve once we start rping bc that always happens to me but....for now.....this is the end ! *cue feel special by twice*

[chrysolina]

Clinging to you

Asks - Hiii! How’re u? I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is dating cevans, and over hears I’m saying that she’s too clingy and he might break up with her? Then she avoids him for days. And the reason she’s clingy is bc she thinks she’s going to lose him? But chris didn’t know that and realizes how much he misses and loves her? Love ur page btw seriously - anon

Hiii! Can you do a fic with cevans x girl reader. She overheard him saying that she’s too clingy and sometimes he just wants to be alone and is thinking abt breaking up w her and so she ignores him for days but he doesn’t know why but they get into a fight about it after ? Basically angst to fluff? -

Thank you both for this amazing ask!! Here it is, hope you enjoy 💕

Summary - Chris is getting tired - tired of your clinginess to him. So much so, he wants to end your five year relationship - but how can you with a massive obstacle soon to be in the way?

Word count - 2.6k

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff, mention of sex

M A S T E R L I S T

Photoshoots, Chris hated them. As much as he was a kind soul and wasn’t one to complain, he wasn’t having any of it today. A humid, gripping air hung around LA the whole day and the studio was no different, the air-con was trying it’s best to cool everyone but with the recent heatwave that had just passed, it just wasn’t enough.

Ever since he was a baby, Chris never liked the heat - period - it still made him as cranky, snappy and generally frustrated at the most mundane or innocent of things even now, thirty six years later.

Through all the hair styling, outfit changes, prop swapping, flashes and clicks of the camera, he was continuously keeping his cool - until you, literally, stepped through the door of the studio. He didn’t understand why but as of late, you had been rather clingy with him - far too clingy, if Chris had further words for it.

He hadn’t dared to say it to you yet but your incessant clinginess only made him want to tear away from you and call it quits. He was a lone spirit, an independent one at that and he just couldn’t stand the cramped feeling you gave him whilst you were around him.

You smiled, waved and said hi to him whilst the hairdressers were sorting his hair, like most would, you expected him to smile back and either tell you to come see him or say hey back but no, Chris just glared daggers into you, making your happy go-lucky smile drop in an instant. You didn’t digress too much over it however, you shrugged it off and went off to the lunchtime buffet that had just opened on the other side of the studio.

After a while, things weren’t adding up. The head photographer had called it time for lunch just over twenty minutes ago and Chris hadn’t showed up. With a huff, you asked his and your manager if he knew where he went, to which he replied ‘I think he went to his dressing room darling’, you thanked him and paced quickly to Chris’ room.

Halfway through your walk, a god-awful gut feeling stabbed your insides like a katana ‘what if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he’s mad at me?’ You shrugged off the thoughts, clenched your now incredibly valuable handbag closer to you and kept walking.

The dressing rooms were deadly silent bar your heeled sandals clicking on the tiled floor, a cool air whipped past your neck and made you hold your body whilst it shivered. Although it was from afar, you could hear Chris’ voice bellow through his dressing room and seep out of the flimsy door and its gaps, making you puzzle at the anger in his voice.

You didn’t want to knock the door and ask how he was, as bad as it was you wanted to listen to what on Earth had got him so riled up and moreover, who he was talking to.

As best as you could, you stayed pressed against the wall next to his door and steadied your breathing so you could hear what he had to say. “You have no clue how fucking ridiculous she’s being right now man,” who was he on about? “She’s driving me fucking insane with her constant fucking neediness!” He wasn’t talking about you..was he?

“Chris I’m sure it’s just a phase,” you knew who’s voice that was on the speakerphone, Scott. “Y/N’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Believe me when I say that bro,” wait...was Chris venting about you? Neediness? Your head began to spin with all the accusations.

“More like the worst thing to happen to me.” You could almost visualise Chris’ face when he said that about you. Unbeknownst to you, tears began to cascade down your cheeks freely at the painful words that Chris kept spewing out about you. “She really does make me want to run to the fucking hills Scott.”

“You don’t mean that Chris.”

“The fuck I do, Y/N’s just become too much for me and I can’t stick it anymore...how much will mom and dad hate me if I came back home without Y/N?” No, he wasn’t thinking about this now, of all the times right now he was choosing to do this now?

Before you actually let out a sob, you bolted straight out of there and straight to the ladies toilets to basically bawl your eyes out. You sat on the toilet seat and looked at the pristine photo that sat in your bag, waiting to be shown to the world and more importantly, to Chris; you couldn’t bare to look at the image after hearing what he had to say about you - his fiancée, his supposed ‘rock’, his ‘everything’ - was it all a lie?

After a twenty minute cry alone in the full toilets, you cleaned yourself up, refreshed your makeup and wandered out to an awaiting Chris and your manager. To your disgust, Chris smiled at you like as if you had come back to life from the grave and went to go and hug you but you ducked away from him with a coldness you never thought you’d have.

“Right then Y/N, are you ready?” Your manger asked you kindly, you were to feature in the magazine shoot alongside Chris - due to your own stardom - in some very pleasing photos.

“Actually, can I reschedule it for another day?” You smiled sadly at him and watched out the corner of eye Chris’ brows furrowing in question.

“I think I must’ve eaten something disagreeable and I kinda threw up in the toilet just now,” you partly lied clean through your teeth and smiled weakly at your manager, your colourless parlour catching his eye.

He was the first to know about your recent stomach bug that had lingered in you for the longest while now and was quick to understand your position right now, being sick in this heat must be awful.

“Of course, how about I bargain for this Friday? It’ll give a bit of time then,” he smiled and ignored Chris head moving from you to his manager a flurried way. Three days to get well again and do the appropriate precautions, a squeeze but perfect.

“Wonderful, thank you so so much Charles.” You sighed, waved your goodbyes to everyone bar Chris and paced off to your car in the parking lot.

Without notice, a large hand caught your forearm and pulled you back a step of two. “Where’re you going Y/N/N?” Chris partially snapped at you and tried to look you deep in the eye but the facade you put on prevented him from doing so.

“I’m going home Chris,” You snapped and yanked your hand out of his vice-like grip with such a strength, it made him look twice. Chris panicked, he needed to talk to you and ask you where you were going.

As quick as he could, his hand caught yours and held you still. “Why? Y/N what’s going on?” Chris whined and pleaded to you like a child who wanted his favourite candy. You clicked your teeth and yanked your hand away again, this time taking a step away for precautions sake and kept your handbag close to you.

“Nothing that’d concerns you.” You snapped furiously and steamed away to your car around the back of the studio, your hand holding the side of your stomach protectively.

What a mess the supposed best day of your life had turned out to be.

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Instead of holing yourself up for the rest of the afternoon and evening, you chose to be as productive as possible with your free time before Chris came back home to your shared LA home.

You out all your clothes in suit protectors int he wardrobe and kept everything neatly together in case the worst came to be tonight, you cleaned the house, baked a chocolate cake for all times sake, took Dodger for a walk around the local trail and emptied your valuables from your shared safe in your dresser.

By the time the photo shoot was finished and they were packing away, you were all set for the worst and was calmly watching the evening lights flicker in the distance, your feet dangling peacefully in the pool, Dodger laying next to you and your phone.

Like the devil’s calling, you could hear the said actor’s car pulling into the driveway, the engine stop and the door slam shut with a loud slam that jolted Dodger out of his dazed slumber. Before Dodger could get up and run to see Chris, he had already come through the door and likewise, slammed it shut with a fury that made you sick to stomach.

“Y’know you can sometimes be a real bitch Y/N Y/L/N!” Chris yelled and echoed through the entire house, his footing more like stomps as he neared your form by the pool. Dodger jumped out of the way and paced back in the house, as if he already knew to leave his parents alone.

“It’s part of my speciality.” You deadpanned and kept your head forward, refusing to look at Chris who stood beside you.

“Sixteen times Y/N, sixteen times I called and you never answered. Lord knows how many times I text you.” Chris ranted and raved and paced back and forth behind you. You didn’t budge though, you just stared off into the distance holding your tongue from saying something real bad.

“Look who’s being the clingy one now, Christopher.” You chided with a dead-like face and smiled internally once the pacing stopped and you could feel Chris’ eyes on your head. Chris’ heart dropped mike and miles at your words and immediately thought back to the heated conversation he had with Scott earlier.

He couldn’t articulate any words and only looked at you stunned. “No words now, hm? You seemed to have plenty earlier, didn’t you Christopher?” This time your urned to look him dead in the eye with a glare that could easily freeze over hell and its counterparts.

Slowly, you rose to your feet and stood only a few inches away from Chris’ sullen form, eyeing him up as of you were going to murder him.

‘How did you hear...” Chris trailed off and let his mouth go slack at the sight of you, red eyed and pale as a dead person - he did this to you, he knew it.

You scoffed at the Bostonian as if he had said something utterly ridiculous. “C’mon Chris, anyone at leat ten foot away could hear you slagging me off!” You snapped and pushed past him back into the house, your feet getting especially wet.

“I wasn’t slagging you off!” Chris suddenly shouted from the patio doors, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Weren’t you? Cause it sure fucking sounded like that Chris.” You snapped him off again and began to walk to the staircase.

“I had every right to do so Y/N!” Chris’ voice echoed around the house and made you stop again, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You’ve been so clingy and up in my business lately, it’s driving me fucking insane. ‘Oh Chris help me here. Chris can I come with you here. Can I come with you there. Can you tell me this, that and the other. Come with me here Chris. Do this Chris. Do that Chris.’ Do you get what I’m saying Y/N?” Chris yelled at you shaking form and didn’t let up, not like he saw your shaking anyways.

“You’re clingy Y/N, admit you did wrong and apologise.” Chris demanded and it made your blood boil in rage. Apologise? Apologise for being unwell? Apologise for being pregnant with his child? Your stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

Instead of doing the usuals yell at each other gimmick, you turned around and sulked towards him as if you were sorry, as if you had a lot to apologise for. Chris’ cold glare never left you whilst you stood before him, your eyes plastered to the floor. “Tomorrow is coming Y/N. Anything would do.”

Without any second thought, you stood straight and slapped him straight across the face, sending him stumbling back a step or two. “Give me a fucking break Evans! Five years we’ve been together and you were willing to throw it all under the bus and run away just because I’ve been a little clingy lately?” You screeched at him, not daring to hold back.

“I hope you’ve got a big heart because I’ve fucking over this bullshit. You wanna throw away us, fine but just remember, you’ll also be throwing away a possible son or daughter too.” Your voice broke into a sob near the end of your speech. You couldn’t stand it anymore, to stand here in his presence was making you feel light on your feet in the worst possible way.

You didn’t bother to look back at Chris and bolted for the stairs, cradling your small bump and holding your head in the process. Your ran to your once-shared bedroom and shut the door tight, your legs giving away and crumbling from beneath you once your back hit the thick wood.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later, you felt yourself being hoisted off the floor bridal style and placed gently on your bed. Your eyes fluttered at the sudden feeling of wet salty lips on your own, you didn’t know what to do; reciprocate the kiss or leave it?

Reciprocate or leave?

No matter how cumbersome his words were on your mind, Chris was your one love, your fiancé, your everything and you couldn’t imagine anyone else filling that role; ever.

Just before he was going to pull away, your smaller hands flew to his bearded cheeks and pulled him back down to kiss you like never before. It was a kiss that neither of you had ever shared before, it was so powerful, so loving and so apologetic you couldn’t help but allow Chris’ frame to slide in between your legs and his arms circle around you like a warm blanket.

Once you opened your eyes, you were met with the face of a scared, broken and elated Chris who looked like he had been slapped square in the face with - oh wait, he had.

You tentatively touched the bright red area and watched him wince at the touch, much to your horror. “What did I do to you..” you mumbled in a breath and rubbed his other cold, wet cheek with your thumb.

“No baby, what did I do to you?” Chris’ forehead leant against yours lovingly and stared into you Y/E/C eyes longingly.

“Where shall I start?” You tried to lighten the mood with your joke but it seemed to be taken the other way once Chris’ lips met yours again in a steamy, passionate kiss.

“Let me make it up to you Y/N...” Chris sighed into your mouth, hooked one of your legs around his hips and ground his forming erection softly against your core, giving you the precise idea he had.

“So long as you don’t go a-wall on us again, then yes. Love me, Chris.” You sighed at the motion down below and slowly under the belt of Chris’ jeans.

Tags - @patzammit

A/N: if anyone’s up for it, I’m thinking of doing a small smut following this watery ass ending lol. If anyone’s interested ofc * (:

*A/N: since school stuff has got mega crazy all of a sudden I may put a future smut off until I can get around to it!! So sorry everyone!! )):

[iwontdancenetwork]

Stretching Beauty: Misty Copeland 

By Erin Bried

It was about an hour after my last pirouette of the evening onstage with the American Ballet Theatre, and I was already in my pajamas. With a glass of wine in one hand and the phone in the other, I ordered my usual: a dozen glazed doughnuts from my local Krispy Kreme. Once they arrived, I sat on my couch, turned on Sex and the City and ate them all straight from the box. They tasted so good, and while I was eating them, the sugary richness made me feel comforted and cared for. The next morning, I woke up guilty and ashamed, but a few nights later I felt so miserable that I did it all over again.

I was 21 years old, thrilled to be dancing with the most famous ballet company in the country, and I was bingeing regularly. I could pinpoint exactly when and why it started. One day after rehearsal, I saw my name posted alongside the words “See the artistic staff.” They made all the company’s big decisions, including casting, and for me this summons from them was nerve-racking. I remember sitting down in their office, so anxious that I was sweating.

They told me: “Your body has changed. The lines you’re creating don’t look the way they used to. We’d like to see you lengthen.”

That, of course, was just a polite, safe way of saying, “You need to lose weight.” I was so embarrassed that all I could answer was “I understand. I’d like to change this.” And then I got out of there as fast as I could. When I reached my apartment, I started crying uncontrollably. I knew that since I was 5’2’ and 108 pounds, most people would consider me super thin. But in my own little world, I was devastated to learn I was “fat.” I had always been proud of my body—its strength and grace enabled me to pursue my passions. But now it had become the enemy.

Ever since I discovered ballet at the relatively late age of 13, it had been the one part of my life where I was the ideal. I grew up poor in San Pedro, California, sleeping on the floor of shady motels with my five siblings and not always sure when or where I’d get my next meal. I never thought of myself as special or particularly good at anything. But once I started ballet, suddenly I had a new identity: prodigy. I remember my first instructor telling me that George Balanchine, the revered founder of the New York City Ballet, thought that a ballerina should have a long neck, sloped shoulders, a small rib cage, a narrow waist and long legs and feet.

“You’re everything he wanted,” she said. “You’re perfect.”

But from a health perspective, when I moved to New York City to dance with ABT, I wasn’t perfect at all. I was 19 and tiny—I’d never even menstruated. I know people see dancers as thin as I was and assume we must be anorexic. Actually, I just burned a lot of calories from the demanding routine of dancing up to nine hours a day. I didn’t have an eating disorder—then. But about eight months after I started with the company, I fractured a bone in my back during a rehearsal. My doctor told me I needed to start menstruating because the hormones would help strengthen my bones, and he put me on the Pill. Almost overnight, my body was transformed. In one month, I gained 10 pounds, mostly in my stomach, and my 30B breasts swelled to double D.

It took me a year to recover from the injury and return to dancing, but I still wasn’t used to having breasts and a belly. And when I finally came back to ABT and put on my leotard again, it was an even bigger shock: I didn’t look or feel like the dancer I remembered being. Usually, ballerinas share costumes since we have similar builds. But now the leotards had to be altered for me—with a sheer material added to cover my cleavage, for instance. I hated this sign that I was different from the others, and I felt singled out for all the wrong reasons. I became so self-conscious that, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t dance strong. I was too busy trying to hide my breasts. After a few months, I was called in for The Talk, and the bingeing began.

After that meeting, I became so ashamed of my body that I started wearing T-shirts and shorts over my leotard and tights during practice. For the first time, I made myself exercise at the gym just to burn calories, which was awful and didn’t help. And I’d duck down hallways to avoid the artistic staff, afraid they’d tell me to “lengthen” again. I didn’t even want to be seen in ballet class, which I’d always loved. I realized that bingeing wasn’t a logical reaction, but at night, when I was alone, I got so angry: Who do they think they’re talking to? I have so much talent. I’ll eat what I want. But I knew ABT saw my once “perfect” body as a problem, so I resented them. And I hated myself for not being able to fix it. My perverse form of rebellion (and comfort) was doughnuts.

But as I grew more introverted at ABT, always nervous that I’d be criticized, I started to venture outside that tightly knit world to make friends. That’s when everything began to shift. I noticed that most people didn’t have the same rigid expectations I had about how their bodies should look. Gradually, I started to feel more relaxed and comfortable in my frame—and even happy with it. Then I met my boyfriend, Olu, who was studying law at Emory University. Since our relationship was long-distance for the first year, we spent every night talking on the phone. He’d tell me over and over that I was talented and beautiful. I’d never experienced that kind of affirmation before, even when I was being praised for having a traditional dancer’s physique. As a ballerina, you always stand in front of the mirror searching for flaws. You’re so used to criticism—from yourself and others—that it’s hard to remember that your body is something to enjoy, not just a never-ending fix-it project.

Around the time I met Olu, I also found a mentor in Victoria Rowell, a former ABT dancer turned actress. After she saw me perform in Hollywood, she left me a note asking me to call her. I did, and when we met, we talked nearly all night long. I told her I thought I’d become “the fat dancer” and that I felt awful about it. Over the course of many conversations, she made me see that what I ate should be about making myself feel good, healthy and strong, not about attempting to please (or defy) anyone else.

“Your body is fine,” she said. “But you’ll feel better if you take care of it.”

I’d always believed that what mattered was how I looked, how well I embodied certain standards of perfection. But now I started to understand that my body’s natural evolution into womanhood had validity, too. Dancing had always made me happy, and I wanted that back. So my priority became simply accepting my new self. I focused on what I wanted: to feel good, to be confident in my skin again, to dance.

I really didn’t try to stop bingeing. Instead, I started thinking about food not as solace but as the fuel that gave me the energy and strength I needed to dance—and to live. I paid attention to how my meals made me feel physically, started eating more vegetables and fish and gave up red meat and poultry. I still ate sweets occasionally because I love them—especially cupcakes and banana pudding—but now just one serving was plenty. Within a few months, I’d forgotten Krispy Kreme’s number.

Over the course of the next year, I ended up losing a few pounds (finding a better birth control regimen helped, too), but I kept my full breasts and hips. My body was still different than it had been; I couldn’t go back to being a little girl. But now I owned it. My curves became an integral part of who I am as a dancer, not something I needed to lose to become one. I started dancing with confidence and joy, and soon the staff at ABT began giving me positive feedback again. And I think I changed everyone’s mind about what a perfect dancer is supposed to look like.

Over the next few years, things at ABT just got better. I became a soloist with the company—the first black dancer to do so in more than two decades. And in 2012 I landed my biggest role yet, headlining in Firebird. I remember walking out of rehearsal in jeans and sandals to get my hair done for the premiere. When I turned onto the sidewalk, I saw it: a huge billboard on the front of the Metropolitan Opera House with my picture on it. I was in profile, wearing a red leotard, with my chest and back arched so you could see my full, feminine breasts and my round butt. It was everything that people don’t expect in a ballerina. I stood completely still for five minutes, just crying. It was beauty. It was power. It was a woman. It was me.

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[mrlenes]

“Downworlder,” the demon breathed, and touched his long, spidery fingers to Simon’s cheek. “You must have had a heart that beat so strong in you, when it still beat.”

marlene mckinnon is nineteen years old and she is a member of the order of the phoenix. the pureblood is a former gryffindor and was from the class of 1978. she is a dragonologist and looks like maría gabriela de faría.

welp it’s 6:19 am why am i this way but hello it is jane again !! marlene is someone i’ve played a bunch, but it’s been a while since i’ve played with a different history, so i’m still ironing out a few kinks but i’m v v excited!! (also despite what the quote up there may imply, a) i do not like cassandra clare as a person and b) marlene isn’t a vampire fhkjsahjkasfkhj i just like the sentiment of it for her very much)

marls is the same age as the marauders & lily, but she’s a july kid so she’s still to have her birthday —- july 21, 1960 (cancer-leo cusp, and we’re going to pretend that her moon is in sagittarius and her rising is in aries (truthfully i have no idea what her moon & rising would be factually so we’re just... gonna direct the stars fhjksfdhj))

the cusp is excellent for her, because the warring nature of the two signs makes a mess, which is a good description of this lil miss! 

x: Cancer is a water sign ruled by the moon, and possesses cardinal traits. On the other hand, Leo is a fire sign ruled by the sun and possesses fixed traits. The sun is associated with masculine energy and is symbolic of daytime, while the moon is associated with the feminine energy and represents nighttime. Fire and water, sun and moon, sensitivity and fierceness, masculine and feminine energies... it all builds into marlene mckinnon, a girl built of empathy & war, with a penchant for night time & wild things

also re: her bday, she’s due to die the day before she turns 21 bc we love smiling

sibling death tw // ok!! marlene was the youngest of five for almost all of her life, but about 5 years ago, when she was in fifth year (i think), her parents adopted a four year old boy named wren, who’s now nine. she had four older siblings: johnny (29), tommy (27), lorraine (24), matthew (22). johnny was in gryffindor, order member, died (possibly saving marlene & someone else on a mission) ; the others are tentatively still alive, though they slowly get killed off during the war, until it’s just marlene & wren & her parents that fateful night at the mckinnon residence (july 20 1981) of Death™. // end death tw

POTENTIAL CONNECTION/WANTED CHARACTERS: i would absolutely love her siblings around, any of them. i’m semi-flexible abt the names & fully flexible abt when or how they die (if we’re following canon, my only request is that some die before the 20th of july and nobody survives after it) —- all of her older siblings are adopted. i was thinking tommy (& johnny) were taken in after tragedy struck their parents, who were either sibling or cousin to one of marls’ parents (chants: sean teale! sean teale!), but that’s just an idea. i’m rly open to anything, and i’m down for some to have been biologically full-siblings to marls (preferably matty or lorraine, though) if you have a fitting fc in mind, but otherwise!! i would love any of them, and while i do have some ideas (mostly broad strokes —- johnny as the guidance, lorraine as the beating heart), i’m genuinely just really keen to have any of them around and am super open to talking abt anything that you might want to change!!

ok back to marls

youngest of five for most of her life, now scored a kid brother whom she’d do anything for (she thinks) (she hasn’t exactly had to test it) and four elder siblings whom she loves completely and who were instrumental in how she grew up —- surrounded with love and people who protected her even as they challenged her. ( who’s that back there, trailing after tommy and lorraine —? little marlene mckinnon, tiny fists balled up as she marches behind them — where’s she gone now, the little rascal —? oh, up that tree, get down from there, no not by jumping merlin fuck — ) 

her siblings are all pretty different from each other & johnny was the only one in gryffindor and he’s a completely different kind of gryffindor than marls. whilst both had that same good heart at their core, johnny was noble and brave and an excellent leader, and marlene has always preferred being a second, being there to back someone up (she’s never been good at letting people go in alone) & was something impulsive and daring. between her siblings, she learned how to fight, how to trust, how to land and, possibly most importantly, how to fly

hogwarts shenanigans

marlene was a chaser at hogwarts, but she’s always been a slightly better flier than player. she’s never been particularly focused on getting goals —- her talent and interest was always in setting up the goals, in the daring of diving for the quaffle, in the speed and risk of rocketing across the pitch to get the quaffle to one of her teammates to score. she likes racing to get the quaffle, and setting it up, like the gameplay dynamics of the chasers working in tandem to get the quaffle down to the other end of the pitch. she’s always been fast, that’s the thing about marlene mckinnon: on the ground or in the air, she’s always been quicker than you can believe. quite possibly was the fastest player in the school, but that in no way translates to the best — her personal vote for that is james, though she acknowledges the skill of others such as gwenog jones, lucinda talkalot, ludo bagman and emma vanity for the one year she saw her play. a good player, she thinks, tends to be a little better-rounded, and not only has good instincts, but also good insight, and an ability to both strategise and to take direction. marlene’s flying is often characterised by the risks she’ll take — as well as her creative moves, like the mckinnon flash — and under leadership she disliked, it probably wouldn’t end as well. however, she trusted, respected and loved james, and she was very happy to have him as a captain. 

appalling at herbology and potions

like, awful

in second year, she once had a situation with these magical vines that attacked her, and that pretty much sums up her entire herbology career & then potions is terrible because of the fiasco that is her focus

she managed to scrape a high enough grade to get into it at newt level, thanks purely to her wonderful friends who managed to get her studying on track enough, but then she dropped it in seventh year — she’d kept at it because it’s necessary for a few career paths, and many of her friends, she knew, focused on it because it was a requirement for aurordom, but she had an inkling that aurordom would actually be a poor choice for her, especially given how little she trusted the ministry, and by the time she was starting seventh year, she had decided to drop it (despite her father being a member of the wizengamot & one of her brothers being involved somewhat in the ministry, the trust was.... not present fdshjsdfahjk)

on the other hand, she loved comc

comc, dada and charms were her three best subjects, and she was v good at all three of them

dragons!!! she spent her time in history of magic classes drawing up schematics about how they could obtain dragons, manticores and other xxxxx creatures

she quite liked history of magic, though it’s v selective bc she can only focus on the elements which interest her

she’s got a lot of thoughts on the treatment of lycanthropes by the wizarding society (they’re not positive thoughts lmao bc the treatment of werewolves and other part-humans is so terrible; she has a lot of thoughts about the registration system, and its initial purpose and what it’s used for now, and also beyond werewolves, the treatment of vampires and other part-humans) and she had them prior to her discovery of remus’ “furry little problem” but they’ve certainly not subsided since

general (this is all over the place i’m sorry)

empathetic and it can be a real problem for her honestly?

also, she’s not very good at letting go emotionally? she’s absolutely capable of caring about someone and not endorsing or forgiving them, but she tends to carry people around in her heart and under her skin forever and that’s an immensely difficult thing for her to try shake or even address

bad at processing emotions, like,,, so bad LMAO

she really needs to talk things through to make sense of her emotions but does she? not that often! a good example of this is when johnny died & she didn’t rly process it well bc she considered it her fault & therefore didn’t want to waste people’s time talking abt it which.... marlene pls

a v tactile & physical person, so she’s often shown affection that way (when people are okay with that) but also means that when she wants a distraction, she often craves physical connection (but also like, in hogwarts and stuff, before the war Really Hit her day-to-day life, kissing and sex and the like were just kind of... a fun and good natured end to some shenanigans & she never considered it more than that & it wasn’t even really a distraction, it was just... a natural evolution to some of her nights —- whereas now, sometimes it’s a v genuine distraction) —- sometimes that just looks like sitting w a friend in their kitchen in the quiet of the night, drinking until they can’t see the reflection of people they couldn’t save in each others’ eyes anymore, but sometimes it’s Touch. truly just being in people’s presence, particularly the presence of her friends & people she trusts, just... rly helps her 

really really good for a fun time though!! hit her up for shenanigans always

loves sugar quills, like so much,,, eats sugar quills like most people breathe

does Not Like cats or birds

diehard for her friends

she’s very much led by emotions, and when those are conflicting, it can be a situation — but she tries, and she has a good heart, and when it comes down to it, she’ll always do what she thinks is right, even if it can be a messy road to getting there

she laughs a lot, idk, she’s not rly one to back down from a fight but her general state of being is probably more quips and laughter

and going off above abt how she’s a pretty physical person — she just always has been, running around the grounds when she was younger, being so involved with quidditch when she was older, and things being tangible are really grounding for her? it’s also sort of how her reflexes work best — she can duel, absolutely, but she’s also pretty good in a physical fight

not v good at defensive or healing magic though so if any of her friends want to help her out w/ that, hmu!! esp if your character wants to get more proficient at physical fighting as well, marls is defs down to help w/ that! i’m hoping like... it’s been a year and a half, i would hope she’s better now at defensive and healing magic, but she’s still never going to be Great so that’s always connections fodder

after graduating, she went into magizoology!! she just... rly fucking loves magical creatures

her focus is on dragons

she lived.... somewhere after hogwarts, and then some time later (6-12 months ago) she and mary moved in w alice after frank and her split up

marlene’s empathetic & angry abt it

v good at shades of grey, not so good at black and white —- you know when harry and ron save draco from fiendfyre, and it’s like... harry insists they have to save them, and then ron punches draco in the face later? marlene is Both. she’ll try save you — risk herself to save you, even if you don’t deserve it — but she’ll be Mad abt it & happily deck you later ( she’s not exactly mad about saving people, or trying to, she’s more mad at herself for it some days )

joined the order straight out of hogwarts

sits on benches at 2am eating cake batter

rly good at making breakfast food, less good at proper food

she will come to ur flat / ur always welcome wherever she’s living to pop in at 2am after an order mission and she’ll make you french toast

night owl

wanted connections

just... quickly

hello mckids // siblings!! 27, 24 & 22 (can be order or not)

god help the girl // i would love someone to have been appalled at her defensive/healing magic skills (lack thereof, rly) and forced her to accept their help, which might have been in the past or still going! marlene is v happy to help w physical fighting in return

we don’t talk about fight club // marlene is actually a good teacher in some ways, bc she’s p good at connecting to people, so going off the last point: if you want some physical fight training or you just want something to spar/rail against, mar is available. also, less friendly, but if you’re someone she doesn’t like, she’s also available for an actual fight

fwf // you know porn without plot? this is fuck without feelings. or maybe fuck w friends! which sounds like a bad tv show but there u go. anyway! people she’s hooked up with at hogwarts as generally a laugh / good time, people she’s hooked up with post hogwarts as both that & as a distraction

learn to process bench // i would... rly dig someone (possibly someone her age but could be older, cant be younger) who was on the mission w/ her where her brother died bc heck maaaaaybe they got her to talk (or maybe they’re both bad at processing & they just. Look At Each Other and don’t talk lmao) // MARY MACDONALD.

feelings are too hard // fwf but........ with feelings that she hasn’t rly given a moment to think abt. possibly does still hook up with & resolutely ignores that feelings are there, possibly hooked up with once & never has again bc wow she is not examining that, or perhaps she’s never actually hooked up w them and managed to get complicated feelings that she won’t address (which... is a double problem if they have feelings for her) regardless! either way, it’s v possible she’s somewhat aware there’s Something going on in her chest but hasn’t addressed it so doesn’t Fully Know bc she’s a fucking idiot (and it’s equally possible she does know and is just... Ignoring It)

more to come!!

[iamthebx-blog]

His Sweet Creature

Part 2 

I have uploaded the first part a while ago. Here it’s!!  

Part 1  

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The text :

  The freezing coldness of the air in the house couldn’t break the shield of warmth they were surrounded with. His long tattooed arms were wrapped tightly around her petite frame shielding her from the outside world, Her face was tucked safely in his neck, small buffs of air escaped her small parted lips as she breathed steadily.

 The aftermath of sex calmed both of them, she fell asleep shortly after not worrying about anything because he was there and she never wanted anything more.

 He traced his fingertips along her bare back observing her with the look of admiration that never leaves his eyes whenever he looks at her. Memories from a couple of hours ago started playing in front of his eyes like a movie making a smile tugs at his pink pouty lips.

He titled his head slightly to the side looking at his sweat creature and his mind started wondering how can he possibly be this lucky to have her.

 He never liked to leave her yet he had to do so against his will, if it was up to him he’ll never leave her side. But it was never up to him , if he doesn’t obey the rules he will never get to see her ever again and just the thought of this made his heart ache painfully.

 He sighed looking at the wall , his fingertips are still drawing patterns on her soft bare skin. He tugged her a little more closer against him if that was even possible. His mind started reeling with thoughts of how he can never leave her , he didn’t like the state she was in when he first got here.

He was on the other side when her screaming and crying reached him in waves crushing against his chest harshly. He knew this time was very different from any other time. The way her voiced croaked shattered his heart into pieces.

 It took him killing a guardian to be here as fast as possible. He knows he’s in trouble right , very big trouble , The Lord Shiva must haven’t found out yet what he did or he would’ve executed him by now.

 A distress whimper brought him out of his thoughts , He moved his head quickly towards his sweat creature who was now on her back shaking her head violently, ‘’ Baby ‘’ He whispered cradling her face in his big hands. However, it only made her face scrunch up in distress and her eyebrows knitted together.

 ‘’ No ‘’ She croaked out weakly, her small hands fastening the white sheets tightly as she continued to shake her head quickly.

Harry frowned not liking how his creature is being bothered by the fucking nightmares. He leaned down closely to her face as he tried to keep her head in place using both of his hands. But a loud scream made him flinch when he was about to talk.

 ‘’ NO! NO! NO! ‘’ Y/N started screaming as her back arched off the bed. Harry quickly rushed to hover over her shaking her body gently ‘’ Baby , baby wake up ‘’ He raised his voice a little so she’ll hear him and cradled face.

 ‘’ Y/N , baby wake up please ‘’ He said again shaking her roughly, This time a loud gasp escaped her lips as she shot up awake. Her eyes were wide and lost as she kept looking around her in fear.

 ‘’ Hey’’ Harry said quietly making her focus on him, tears brimmed her eyes the moment they landed on his face. She threw herself on his chest hugging him tightly like her life depended on it.

 His arms shot up distinctly and engulfed her tightly against his bare chest. ‘’ It was just a nightmare , baby ..a bad nightmare ‘’ He whispered into her ear and a choked out sob was heard from his creature.

 ‘’ It’s okay , I am here , love ‘’ He whispered again running his up and down her soothingly. A couple of minutes passed and they were still in the same position neither of them cared to move.

 Y/N’s crying died down as the time passed by, Harry started to lay them back again on the bed with his arms still around his creature, never letting go.

 ‘’ You okay now ? ‘’ He asked when they lied down on the bed, creasing her damp pink cheek with one hand as the other was wrapped tightly around her waist.

 She looked up at him , her big eyes staring at his emerald green ones refusing to look away ‘’ You are here ‘’ She whispered in disbelief as his fingers traced his features making sure he’s really here.

 ‘’ Yes I am ‘’ He assured her planting a soft kiss on the corner of lips, and he started to run his hand through her hair the way he knows she likes.

 ‘’ They took you away ‘’ She said with fear covering her tone as her eyes widened recalling every little detail of the nightmare.

 ‘’ Who are they , baby ? ‘’ He said quietly but his heart was bounding out of his chest afraid to hear the answer.

 ‘’ The men in black , they were too many and .. uh- I kept telling them no but they wouldn’t let you go..i-i-I tried to stop them..but they kept hurting you..and..i- ‘’ She stuttered and cried as her mind repeated the nightmare again.

 ‘’ Shh..baby , I am okay. Nobody hurt me. I am with you , Love ‘’ He said kissing away the stray tears that were streaming down her face.

 ‘’ Don’t ever leave me ‘’ She whispered looking deep in his eyes , her eyes are glossy and the tip of her nose turned a light shade of pink from crying.  His eyes wandered all over her soft features trying to memorize every inch of her face. He was lost in her beauty , never in his whole existence he thought he’d love someone that much.

 He didn’t want to lie to her, He never meant to but if she knew what he really got himself into, She will be in great danger. He didn’t want her pretty little mind to bothered with such dark thoughts.

She was his Angle and he’d do anything in his power to protect her.

 ‘’ I won’t , I won’t ‘’ He whispered kissing her hair as she laid her head on his chest.  His hand kept running through her soft hair as he kept thinking of that nightmare his creature had.

 It’s a sign. The lord is warning him indeed. It seems that he is using Y/N against him, by hurting her with those nightmares. A shiver ran down his spine when he thought of the bad things his Lord could do to his sweet creature.

 He frowned and his armed tightened around her petite body protectively , He just wanted to have a normal life with her what’s wrong with that!, The frown only deepened when he realized that time is running out and he has to have a talk with his Lord.

 ‘’ Harry? ‘’ His creature spoke quietly after a while of nothing but silence surrounding them. He looked down at her to be met with her big eyes looking up at him with so much love he’s never seen before, A harsh tug at his heart made his chest ache with a lovely pain that felt so familiar.

 ‘’ Yes , My sweet creature ‘’ He smiled widely at her , his mind decided to give him rest and let him enjoy life for a while.

 ‘’ It wasn’t just a nightmare , right ? ‘’ Her voice was so small, it was like she is afraid to let the words past her beautiful pink lips or they will become real.

 Harry tensed under her , he knows he can’t hide everything from her any longer especially If Lord Shiva locked him up again, And if he did so , Harry is not sure if his sweet creature will survive this time.

 He gulped and looked at her beautiful eyes, She has to know ‘’ No ‘’ He said and it came out as a whisper in the dimly lit room. Shaking his head slightly he then looked at  his creature closely watching her reaction.

 ‘’ Are they going to take you away? ‘’ Those were the first words that came out of her beautiful mouth, She didn’t care what they’ll do to her. The only thing that mattered to her was him.

 Her eyes were wide with fear and panic. And he didn’t like it. He wanted his creature to feel safe all the damn time.

 ‘’ I don’t know , my creature. I just want you to be safe ‘’ He whisper cupping her face in his large hands. His eyes were full of love, adoration and determination to protect his sweet creature.

 ‘’ If they come to take you , I will come with you ‘’ She said quickly sitting up on her knees with a look of determination on her soft features.

His heart started beating faster and faster and he could her the beats like drums in his ears, he could feel the warm blood running through his veins like waterfalls. He never felt so alive , he always felt cold and plain. Never in his whole existence he felt the warmth of his blood and the beating of his heart like this. He even thought at one point that he is a walking corpse, nothing but a lifeless demon.

 But then his sweet creature came along and changed all this. And he never wants to let go of her. Hell he’ll be cursed and burn himself down to ashes if he lost her.

 The look of love, fear and determination in her eyes made him feel loved and worthy, and he never felt that before. She was scared about him and his life not caring whatever would happen to her if she came to the other side.  She was selfless ,beautiful and only his.

 He looked at her with so much love , that he could feel it oozing out of him in large very large quantities. A warm smile coloured his pale face , his hands went up to brush her hair softly. A low chuckle escaped his plump lips when he saw his creature pouting adorably with frown etched on her soft features.

 ‘’ Love ‘’ He whispered leaning his forehead against hers. He gently kissed the tip of her nose and leaned closer making their nose touch. ‘’ My sweet beautiful creature ‘’ He said rubbing his nose against her nose playfully making her smile.

 Oh what a beautiful smile. He thought. His sun is up now.

 ‘’ You can’t , love ‘’ He said quietly, her eyebrows knitted back together. ‘’ It’s a very bad world there , A sweet creature like you doesn’t belong there’’ He said softly pulling back a little to look at her glossy eyes.

 ‘’ Harry, No ‘’ She protested shaking her head quickly making her hair strands fly around. ‘’ I won’t let them hurt you, or take you away. ‘’ She said firmly tugging at his hand.

 ‘’ you don’t know how dangerous it is’’ He interjected shaking his head violently , He couldn’t stand the thought of his creature being hurt so he can survive. He will never let this happen as long as he still exists.

 ‘’ I have just got you back , I can’t lose you again! ‘’ His creature spoke loudly this time with too much pain and desperation filling her eyes. She rose up from the bed and started passing back and forth holding her head tightly. Her mind refused the possibility of losing her love again.

 ‘’ Baby ‘’ Harry said quietly trying to draw her attention back to him, He sat up straighter at the end of the bed , looking closely at her petite body that was covered by nothing but only a white bedsheet wrapped loosely around it.

 She looked at him , weakly sighing . He could see the tears brimming her eyes again from his spot here. His chest tightened painfully at the sight.

 ‘’ Come here ‘’ He whispered and as soon as he opened his arms for her she came running towards him, and hugged him tightly.

 ‘’ Tell me what’s happening ‘’ She said desperately looking up at him with teary eyes.

 He let out a heavy sigh and gulped ‘’ You are two pure for this ‘’ He frowned ,and his arms tightened around her protectively.

 ‘’ I need to know please ‘’ She pleaded looking deeply in his emerald green eyes. ‘’ Why did you leave me  ? ‘’ She said intertwining their hands gently.

 Her eyes were filled with pain matching Harry’s as memories of those painful months started to play in both of their minds.

 ‘’ It was against my will ‘’ He said looking down at their intertwined hands , ‘’ My Lord knew about you and he wanted to punish me. It is forbidden in our land to fall in love , much less with a human ‘’ He said quietly squeezing her small hand.

 Y/N squeezed his hand back , her other hand went up to his hair massaging his scalp gently as he continued , He let out a sigh at the comforting feeling of her warm hand against his scalp ‘�� I was locked up in a cell on the other side, He tortured me not only physically but mentally too’’

 A gasp left her small lips as she imagined the pain her lover went through all this time she thought he left her for good, He gulped tightening his arms again around her waist if that was even possible ‘’ He made me listen to you cry and scream every damn time I was away to make sure I was punished to the maximum, Every cell in my body was begging to come  to you but I couldn’t , baby I am so sorry ‘’ His voiced croaked as tears started to stream down his beautiful manly features.

 ‘’ No no no , it’s okay. You are here now ‘’ She whispered hugging his head to her chest, scattered too many kisses on his hair she whispered ‘’ It’s okay , my beautiful saviour’’

 They stayed just like that for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms and enjoying the warmth of each other’s skin until both of  them calmed down. Harry was the first to break the comfortable silence.

 ‘’ My friend Niall, He was the one who helped me escape. From the cell and the other side ‘’ He said quietly then with too many mixed emotions in his eyes, he looked into the beauty of his creature’s eyes. ‘’ I don’t want you to get involved in this ‘’ He said shaking his head.

 Y/N was about to speak but Harry put his finger against her lips shaking his head once more ‘’ They already know about you , Hell they may even want you but I can never let them have you. They are so dangerous , and you are too pure and beautiful for this ‘’ He said softly creasing her cheek.

‘’ What does that nightmare mean , Haz ? ‘’ She asked carefully, her voice was so low and weak, it was like she is afraid everything will fall apart if she spoke louder. He hated this. She was his sweat creature and she deserved so much better than fear and insecurity.

 He gulped, Deep down he knew this question will come and at one point he’ll have to give her answers, letting out a shaky sigh he spoke quietly ‘’ They are coming to get me ‘’

 The room suddenly become so quiet even quieter than it already was ,  you could hear nothing except his ragged breath and the wind blowing outside. Despite the dim light coming from the small crack in the window , there was a big dark cloud enveloping them.

 Harry can feel her tensed body against his , he can see her eyes so wide with fear and pain. The tears brimming her beautiful eyes and his chest is protesting against all of this with so much he’s never felt before. He wants to give her nothing but love and pure admiration, happy life and peace but he knows very well he can’t and will never be able to.

 ‘’ Baby’’ He whispered quietly and it was like the cue for her to burst into tears, A harsh sob ripped her weak lungs apart , his hands  rushed quickly to her soft face wiping as much tears as he could, However. The tears never seemed to stop. He hugged her head tightly against his bare chest.  Her petite body was shaking from her sobs.

 ‘’ Please baby ,don’t do this to me ‘’ He whispered weakly , his own body was aching with pain, he could feel double  the pain she was feeling.

Guess that what love is about then? . You basically are spiritually connected to the person you are deeply in love with. Every single emotion they feel you feel it , Everything that breaks within them it breaks within you too. It is like one soul in two bodies which might sound cliché for some but once you experience it , you’ll know it is true.

 ‘’ You can’t leave again ‘’ She croaked out , Her voice was so weak and fragile, The pain was clearly visible in it. His arms tightened even more around her small waist, His lips were close to her ear  which was in any different situation will be sending shivers down her spine but not now when the love of life is being taken away from her and this time it may be for good.

 God, Will she even be alive? . How can she go on with her life when he is all of her life!

 ‘’ Sweet Creature, I am not going anywhere. ‘’ He whispered rubbing her back soothingly. He knows he’s lying but he can’t do anything to stop what’s coming. If it was up to him , he’d take her and runaway to a better and more happy life with just the two of them.

 ‘’ You’re lying ‘’ She shouted looking up at him with red puffy eyes, her eyes were full of pain and he is sure his are matching hers .

 ‘’ Just take me with you , let them lock me up with you please ‘’ She said , her sobs never died down. Getting up she sat down on the floor on her knees holding both of his hands tightly between her small ones.

 ‘’ I can’t baby , I can’t. They will hurt you’’ He said with too much pain in his croaked voice. Tears were streaming down his face like rivers. His baby is pain and he can’t stop it.

 ‘’ They will hurt you too, Haz ‘’ She said weakly , her voice was so so weak and tired from sobbing.

 His arms went straight around her picking her up from the cold floor, hugging her tightly to his chest, both of her knees were on each side of his waist as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face in the small comforting space between his shoulder and neck.

  ‘’ Everything is going to be okay’’ He whispered quietly to her rubbing her back gently. He tried to control his own tears but all of his efforts were in vain.

  ‘’ Everything is going to be just fine , My sweet creature. ‘’

[realmzenith]

elaina ! :)

lays down, mai ily. anyways?? someone pls save elaina she Needs help

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?fairly long?? but not super long it’d make her anxious. maybe twenty minutes. it’d be a different story if it was a life or death thing tho obv

How easy is it for your character to laugh?difficult. from one to ten w one being v easily she’s like a 7. but for full uninhibited laughter it’s a solid 9. she mostly smiles and when she does laugh it’s at the dumbest things

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)she’ll lurk on instagram or think which are honestly both bad ideas for her bc instagram makes her depressed bc her social life sux and thinking makes her depressed bc she’s pessimistic and tends to overthink EVERYTHINg. however sometimes she’ll be smart abt it and read a book or look at plant pics or space which will more often than not successfully allow her to relax and get some shut eye

How easy is it to earn their trust?HM not too difficult prbly a 3 if ur nice to her and ur not a complete idiot- ok well. just if ur nice to her bc she literally falls in love w josie an idiot in her storyline

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?moderately difficult she has a hard time accepting that the ppl she trusts are capable of wronging her and usually assumes it was smth she did. she’s kind of an idiot like that so yk :) she’s prbly a 6 on that one? if we’re also accounting for the ppl she moderately trusts. however if we’re only talking abt the ppl she genuinely completely trusts it’s like an 8. she’s not COMPLETELy stupid but still p stupid abt relationships

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?rules should be followed. she accepts them as a given and that they will be followed as a given. it’ll srsly throw off her game if someone starts blatantly disobeying the law in front of her even if it is just a nominal thing

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?she’s not a v emotional person? she does feel deeply but hmm i suppose she is fairly nostalgic. certain melodies played on the guitar would prbly be one of the bigger triggers. her mom used to play and she and her dad would sing like dorks but they?? kind of dont do it anymore and she misses it but she isn’t sure how to ask to do it again. it’s the same w disney movies. they don’t watch them as a fam as much as they used to anymore but they still do on occasion! as for enjoying it she doesn’t rlly like nostalgia?? but she lets herself fall into it frequently

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?she was constantly told to talk to the other kids. she’s never been v social or good w ppl as she prefers her small group of ppl she knows and is comfortable w plus she’s an only child so she’s always been forced to socialize esp in casual settings

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?not super frequently. she does say damn bc that’s just the classic xstj swear word, her first she remembers v distinctly. it was “bitch” and completely her older cousin’s fault

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?she lowkey feels like her entire life is a lie? she’s a smart gal and gets good grades easily. she’s close to the top of her class and is considered one of the smart kids. but she herself is convinced she’s painfully mediocre and despite her other talents and unique personality traits she’s like :) im sorry for lying to u all i actually have zero interesting qualities and am a drag but ofc she never voices that bc lbr insecurity? ugly and she doesn’t want to lose the few friends she does have bc she dumped her fears on everyone else. she is, as i said, a Mess

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?she almost always pretends she understands but if she doesn’t feel like there’ll be negative consequences to asking for clarification and she’s feeling confident she’ll bluntly ask the other person to clear things up for her esp in a business type setting such as school projects, etc. it’s situational but socially speaking? she’ll pretend until she Dies

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?ask nico to get it or just struggle for ages to try to get it herself

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?she likes green and black but thinks she looks p drab in most things. in all actuality she prbly does look sharpest in black but yellow makes her look super cute, brings out a softer side of her. dark green is also flattering on her

What animal do they fear most?hm prbly eels esp electric eels. they freak her out for no particular reason. otherwise, she likes most animals and doesn’t mind most bugs

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?she does usually think before she speaks. on the extreme she’ll turn over a phrase abt ten times in her mind before even considering speaking it aloud but that’s rare and only in high stress situations. despite the fact that she does think before she speaks she’s very blunt abt most things. lay it out like it is and all. embellishing sentences or softening her statements is smth she rarely does as she finds it inefficient 

What makes their stomach turn?reckless behavior she HATES when ppl do stupid risky crap in front of her she finds it very unnecessary and anxiety inducing

Are they easily embarrassed?oh yes absolutely

What embarrasses them?everything. anything. her existence. ppl flirting w her. her parents. being teased. being incompetent. being singled out for anything. lots of things :)

What is their favorite number?she likes the number 60. no reason in particular it’s just a nice number. cue her friend, nico in the back yelling SIXTY???? MORE LIKE SEXY

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?oh oof dont talk to her about love it throws her for an existential crisis. hm but if srsly asked this she’d prbly say smth like “familial love is smth we’re rarely allowed to choose. platonic is more logical and circumstantial, and romantic is a combination of the two in the sense that it’s ur heart’s choice to begin and ur mind’s to continue.”

Why do they get up in the morning? society dictates that in order for an individual to contribute meaningfully to the world, you must get up by 7 am and do whatever lot’s been handed to you. thus she, as a good functioning member of society, gets up in the mornings and drives to school day in and day out as fate has dictated her duty to be

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? erratic. she’ll act strangely and become more distant. if it continues for long enough she’ll eventually snap at whoever’s nearest and asking what’s up w her

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? it makes her sad tbh sldkfjlkj she’s like welp.. this is the lot i’ve been given if i don’t accept it that’s my problem. then she keeps her head up and carries on

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? she prefers not to talk abt sex. she’d be v confused if someone brought up the topic of sex casually tho she isn’t SUPER squeamish abt discussing it it’s just?? unprofessional so why would u? ofc w her s/o she would be more than willing to discuss it in order to smooth out questions or misunderstandings before yk. actually. doing the sex

What are their thoughts on marriage? marriage to her is one of the pillars of society, and while she respects people who don’t want to get married, for herself she views it a checkbox on her list of things she needs to do before she dies. it’s?? like she sort of has a timeline and marriage is on the list of things that need to happen sometime in her twenties. she believes marriage should be a mutually beneficial union based on love and respect and believes that along w family units it’s a wonderful invention. however, despite all of this she kind of doubts she’ll ever get married bc she’s like who would date me lbr here :) and while simultaneously seeking after marriage she’s resigned herself to becoming an eventual crazy old cat lady

What is their preferred mode of transportation? she prefers bullet trains. efficient, usually comfortable, she doesn’t have to drive- what more could you want? she’s also fond of walking if a place is close by. helps her chill

What causes them to feel dread? the feeling that a relationship is falling apart and the divide between herself and the other person is growing. the little things like not waiting for the other person after class or “forgetting” to mention another thing about their day- the small things that point to a relationship breaking down. if there’s one thing she hates more than unnecessary conflict and having to just end things then and there it’s watching things slowly fall apart. that is extremely dread inducing in her opinion

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? if u asked her? she’d say she prefers the truth. in reality? she prefers the lie. she internalizes things and oftentimes “unpleasant truths” can weigh her down for ages. frequently enough to note, she’ll allow herself to continue in ignorance rather than accept the reality of the truth which she’ll sort of know she’s doing but just push to the back of her mind in order to avoid the panic that comes with actually confronting the problem. ignorance is bliss and all. nevertheless, in the long run and in hindsight, she prefers the truth as ripping off the bandaid proves easier than pulling out misplaced stitches one by one

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? she doesn’t come close. she has very lofty ideals to which she holds both herself and others around her. she wants to be someone who’s looked up to as strong. she values efficiency, honesty, reliability and genuinely good motives as well as charisma, passion and confidence. she’s doing alright with the first few but the last three are debatable. she’s passionate about v select things and her confidence levels looks like a heartrate monitor

Who do they most regret meeting? herself. she regrets gaining sentience

Who are they the most glad to have met? josie ;) but nico and ale are close seconds

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? nope what’s a Conversation? what’s a Joke? she doesnt know them :)

Could they be considered lazy? that’s a no. she works extremely hard and nearly always carries through. it’s partially her nature and partially a way for her to “make up” for her perceived lack of talents

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? extremely difficult but w time she eventually can esp when given the right type of support

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? that’s. a hard one. she IS technically supportive but that’s only when she recognizes how much the thing means to the other person and she’s honestly rlly bad at reading these kinds of situations, so it’s rare that she actually does. she’ll kinda be like wtf but if she doesn’t recognize the other person is genuinely excited and invested in the thing she’ll do her best to give her own brand of awkward support 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?she’ll pursue a romantic interest if enough proof that it’s plausible is given but it’s rare that she gets enough “proof” for this to happen. generally speaking, she kind of pushes her desire for romance down. she’ll worry abt it later or at least until josie shows up eyes emoji

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? not rlly? she’ll just go thru things multiple times she’s not the most innovative person when it comes to things like this. route memorization is her go to 

What memory do they revisit the most often?;) depends on where in the storyline we’re talking but post story defo the time when she and josie went hiking w some of their other friends and when they reached the summit of the mountain the clouds were beneath the peak n completely coating the sky. it looked like a carpet of clouds, like another world and they shared a bit of a Moment. the little things are what elaina rlly cherishes

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?difficult she’s a bit of a critical person. she’s also not the most tactful when it comes to emotional intelligence related situations so ppl will likely find out she does see those flaws in them if they stick around long enough

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?not SO much but she does take things to heart. she’s sort of?? accepted her perceived mediocrity and general dullness but she’s in no way ceasing to attempt to change other things abt herself. so she’ll seemingly take criticisms in stride but they’ll stick w her when she’s Overthinking

How do they feel about children? kids are? good? she likes kids. as for having them, she’s considered it some and she thinks she might like to. at the same time, she also thinks she’d make a terrible parent- too harsh, bad w comfort, easily stressed. in all reality, she’d be better than most ppl as one esp after gaining a bit of confidence

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? rn the goal is graduating and she wants that fairly badly but she doesn’t particularly doubt her ability to achieve it. after that, it’s getting a good job which she also doesn’t overtly doubt as a certainty so yes she does want it but it’s not?? SUPEr concerning except when she begins to doubt her abilities and if she’ll ever feel like her life is fulfilling 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? she’s lesbian. she’d say it means she’s attracted to women 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?baby. she’s gonna find loveB) What inspired you to create them?love, simon! i wanted to write a cute lesbian high school romance so thus josie and elaina were bornC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?nope!D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?nope again! she used to be full korean but now she’s half korean and half scandinavian! i think she used to be taller too she’s 5′5″ nowE) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?there are some aspects of each other that would get on the other’s nerves. like i dont think she’d appreciate the wonky outbursts i sometimes have and i’d get annoyed by her lack of social tact/annoyance at the world even tho i lowkey share those traits but otherwise i think we’d get along p well! i think i’d find her cute and i think she’d like my perceived confidence. we share a similar rationality as wellF) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?empathy she’s a big mood tbh and also i want her to be happy G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?her lack of emotional intelligence. while i like blunt and logic oriented ppl it’d get slightly frustrating after a while to be around someone who’s a lil oblivious to social/emotional cues even if that’s a moodH) What trait do you admire most?her humble diligence. i have to complain twice as much as her to get half the things she gets done doneI) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?i think she’d ALSO do great in a sci fi universe. ha maybe i need to give these kids a sci fi au verseJ) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?not rlly no!

[fairywings]

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the last

1. drink: uhh i was at a party last night and the last drink i had was a smirnoff ice sangria it was v good highly recommend  2. phone call: my dad 3. text message: to my boyfriend: “have you watched white gold” bc i just started it on netflix and i like it ed westwick is my mcm 4. song you listened to: i was listening to a whole atmospheric acoustic playlist uhh but the only one i remember from it is drown by marika hackman it’s beautiful 5. time you cried: uhhh i havent cried in a while actually? so idk not sure 6. dated someone twice: nooooo but thats not. uncharacteristic of me. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no i’ve only kissed ppl i’ve been in a relationship with lol 8. been cheated on: no thank god my fragile heart couldnt take it 9. lost someone special: hmmm i mean i kinda lost most of my childhood friends bc we dont go to the same school anymore so we lost touch but its ok i made a bunch of new friends :) 10. been depressed: undiagnosed but. every late fall/winter i’m Very down 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: havent thrown up yet i always try and b careful dont wanna disappoint my momma but i went to a party in june and i hate beer so much i had to down some and Almost threw up

3 favourite colours

12. (wine) red 13. periwinkle 14. millennial pink lmao

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yea :)) 16. fallen out of love: yes i didnt like it at all 17. laughed until you cried: i always laugh until i cry 18. found out someone was talking about you: yea when my ex broke up w me all the bitches in my grade were talking abt me whatever 19. met someone who changed you: uhhhh not this year i dont think 20. found out who your friends are: honestly all my friends r Good and im forever thankful 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: uh i mean yeah my ex and my current bf r both my friends on fb

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most like at least 80% 23. do you have any pets: nah im allergic to the entire world 24. do you want to change your name: no marie’s cute i like it and my mom Loves it she says its the most beautiful name in the world i would break her heart if i did change it

25. what did you do for your last birthday: a had a sleepover w my closest friends at my place and we did a picture scavenger hunt in my neighbourhood and watched movies and did each other’s makeup it was so fun 26. what time did you wake up: 10 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: drinking a smirnoff sangria and having a good time at a party and watching my bf getting absolutely Plastered and taking 3 shots of vodka in a row 28. name something you can’t wait for: summer hfhsfdhlf 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: twenty? minutes ago? idk we just watched hidden figures together 31. what are you listening to right now: by night - puzzle muteson 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: uhhh yeah i’m friends w a thomas and a tomas they r both great thomas’s is nickname is his last name but tomas’s nickname is tom so yeah he’s my tom he’s a very friendly guy we went to chinatown together once and had wonton soup 33. something that is getting on your nerves: school lol 34. most visited website: tumblr netflix n youtube 35. hair colour: brown. its a nice brown tho. natural highlights and everything 36. long or short hair: uhh shoulder length 37. do you have a crush on someone: i kinda uh like my bf 38. what do you like about yourself: my appearance i am very vain 39. piercings: i mean.. ears 40. blood type: who knows 41. nickname: i dont have one sadly marie is Short Enough but i have one friend who likes calling me marijuana  42. relationship status: in a relationship w a guy named miles 43. zodiac: scorpio 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: shameless 46. tattoos: none But I Want One 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: nah 50. sport: swimming and alpine skiing and uh sometimes i run lol 51. vacation: i’ve been a few places mostly in the caribbean and around the states i went to san francisco in august and saint lucia in january and im going somewhere this winter but idk where yet 52. pair of trainers: uhh i guess i wear my stan smiths all the time? not sure what this question means lmao

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: i had ice cream a while ago 54. drinking: water 55. I’m about to: watch ted talks on youtube and watch personal shopper on netflix later maybe 56. waiting for: someone to answer my fucking texts lmao 57. want: hot chocolate 58. get married: i’d love to get married 59. career: im an unemployed student but im gonna b looking for a job soon a starbucks just opened near my house but im waiting to turn 16

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: both r so great in their own way. cant choose. 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller lol i’d die for all tall people 63. older or younger: a little older is always nice. miles is a few months younger than me tho but its all the same and im p much the oldest in my year anyways 64. nice arms or nice stomach: uhh arms 65. hook up or relationship: relationship definitely 66. troublemaker or hesitant: i like a balanced middle

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: dont wear em 70. turned someone down: uh like romantically? kinda? but not directly. i didnt tell him no i just got in a relationship with someone else 71. sex on the first date: no 72. broken someone’s heart: havent had the chance 73. had your heart broken: yea. 74. been arrested: no i am too scared to do anything illegal 75. cried when someone died: yea a guy at my school killed himself last yr and i cried a Lot  76. fallen for a friend: yeah lol im dating my best friend rn

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself:  not really 78. miracles: no 79. love at first sight: sure 80. santa claus: no my mom told me he was a lie when i was 4 and complaining about how he didnt get me everything on my list 81. kiss on the first date: yeah so far always have 82. angels: no but its a pleasant concept

OTHER:

84. eye colour: brown 85. favourite movie: fight club or mamma mia!

[taemin-here-blog]

hellfire. [flashback]

Sleek.

It was the only English word he could think of to describe it when he first entered. 

He’d never been in one of these places before. And if he was being completely honest, he would’ve never guessed he’d end up in one. Stripping wasn’t really all that sexy. And how much actual talent did it take to stand on a stage and grind to a rhythm?

None, he thought to himself.

Taemin  was a classically trained ballet dancer with roots in contemporary dance. Stripping required no such training and was even less respected than the ballerinas who quit on their failing career and end up performing in the scenery of a music video, not even a backup dancer to the main artist.

But yet he was here. And there he stood, head held high and eyes sweeping his surroundings, scrutinizing every little detail as his placid expression stood firm. 

He knew he shouldn’t have come. In fact, logic told him he didn’t have to be here. While his job at the local gallery’s reception desk hardly paid all the bills, he had money in his saving’s account. All the money he was supposed to spend at NYU was still there, untouched. He could live off of that for months while he planned a strategy to end up at ABT. While he easily could’ve withdrawn his living expenses out of it, Taemin always turned down the idea. What his parents gave him before he left was money he felt wasn’t really his. Already accustomed to living frugally, he wasn’t trying to live an ostentatious life. He was merely trying to find himself and prove how that pre-planned life his parents wanted for him wasn’t any better for him than following his heart and dreams. That money served as a rainy day fund.

So when he was approached while shopping in East Village, Taemin was only trying to be polite when he agreed to take the woman’s card. Yet, the more he thought about what she said, the type of money he could make, the less the nearly eighteen-year-old boy could leave it be.

“Are you lost gorgeous?”

The feminine voice made Taemin freeze for a moment. He refrained from jumping or showing just how rattled his nerves were being in a strip club of all places. 

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

It was awkward. Officially so in Taemin’s honest opinion. But the woman seated at the bar didn’t seem the least bit awkward. In fact, he could argue she looked comfortable and content despite their current exchange.

Licking at her red lipstick-lined lips, she rose out of her spot at the bar. “Let me reframe the question then,” she said.

Her green eyes were scary. They seemed to glow back at him, something he knew wasn’t possible. Her long black hair fell in inky ringlets around her face, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. With an olive skin tone, she looked like a dream, even if a bit intimidating under the current lighting. But it was the charisma dripping from her mouth and coating the air around the vicinity that made him take a medium step backward. As her gaze burned like a lit cigarette into his skin, he stood there, immobile.

“What brings a pretty thing like you to a place like this?”

Taemin blinked a couple of times before he felt his hand dig into his pocket and he fished out the coffee-stained business card. “I’m here to see Cleo.”

A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched up in surprise. “You’re here to see Cleo?” she asked, the disbelief very evident in her voice. “About what exactly?”

“About what she said a couple weeks back. Is she in by chance?”

The young boy wasn’t sure if he wanted Cleo to be available to meet with him or not. He just wasn’t sold on the idea of stripping. Even standing in this glossy palace, obviously not yet open to the public, he couldn’t be sure if he saw himself fitting in here. After all, he was a real dancer, a ballet dancer, and this was a departure from his training. Not to mention how much the atmosphere scared him. And didn’t all of the dancers have an aura like this woman’s? He wasn’t enticing nor was he someone with a personality so large it could be felt feet away.

He was just Taemin, that one Korean kid who never said anything and went about his business.

His hazel eyes shined back at the woman as she eyed him carefully. It was obvious she was sizing him up and hoping to extract something from the young face in front of her. But what Taemin lacked in charisma, he made up in being cagey and shut-off. He was virtually unreadable.

Pursing her lips slightly, she looked somewhere behind him before sighing. “She’s in. She’ll be in the changing rooms right about now,” the woman said. “But I’ll warn you: there’s nothing but naked women back there. Doors open in half an hour so everyone’s still getting ready for the night.”

After giving him directions to the dressing room, the woman took her spot at the bar once again and grinned. “You’ll definitely be what she’s looking for.”

“Excuse me?”

“Handsome, yet innocent. It’s just what she’s looking for,” she said. “Besides, there’s a rich smell to you. She’ll be pleased.”

A single nod was the only response Taemin offered before he started toward the dressing rooms. He was a mess of nerves now, more so than earlier. He was going deeper into this establishment and part of him wondered if he’d make it out of the club at this rate. The deeper he went, the more the idea of stripping became something he could toss about in his mind more easily than before. 

By the time his feet led him to a dark corridor, one labeled simply for employees but thankfully was allowed passage because he held up a tiny piece of hard paper with Cleo’s name on it, he could smell all kinds of things. The scent of a strong chemical cleaner, mingling obnoxiously with the smell of alcohol and nicotine. And then there was the distinctive notes of weed mixing toxic with sweat. 

In this dark hallway, the only visible light that kept him from bumbling into walls and flailing about was a single light at the very end of it. From that single light at the end of the hall, he could hear chatter, loud laughter and someone trying to sing along to a Beyonce song and failing to even halfway match the pitch. The closer he got, the louder the room became and it seemed no matter how much his brain told him to leave and forget talking to Cleo, his feet carried him forward.

Taking two deep breaths, he braced himself as he rounded the doorway and entered the dressing room. Fabrics of varying sizes, cuts, styles and colors were strewn everywhere. Bodies bustled from left to right and front to back as he stood there in the doorway. They were all women, not a single person a male, like him. Some of the women were completely naked as they carefully applied makeup or argued over where to find more hairspray. Had he not been gay, this might’ve been the sight any man would kill for. Dancers of varying body types crossed the room and congregated to roast one of the dancers as she tried out a new way to do her eyeliner.

It was akin to what Taemin assumed an NFL team’s locker room would look like before any given game. Everyone chatting and preparing to step out and give the audience a show they won’t soon forget. The familiarity could be felt between each dancer, even if they didn’t like each other. The comfort they must’ve felt between one another as they sat, half or fully naked.

And that’s when he was brought out of his mind.

“Are you lost?” one dancer asked. 

Her dark skin shined like onyx and he smiled at her. “Uh, no.”

“Ah, you must be here to see your mama,” she said, Taemin suddenly picking up her strong Carribbean accent. But before Taemin could refute her claim, she turned around and called out to one of the dancers. “Asami, your boy is here!”

An older woman stood, confused and looking in the direction of the woman who just addressed Taemin. She was Asian, that much the young boy could work out. She was gorgeous. Her black hair was short and framed her face well, showing off sharp cheekbones. Her dark stare zeroed in on him. “Rita, how many times do I gotta say that just because someone is Asian, does not mean I gave birth to them or we’re related?”

“How many times I gotta prove to you that Andra Day and Rihanna are two separate people?”

“Bullshit.”

Soon he was forgotten by the two women as they argued about the two singers. But he wasn’t off the hook. He was noticed by a familiar face toward the back of the room. A wide grin fixed across her face, she waved the young guy over, turning around to take a seat in front of the lit mirror.

Taemin slowly weaved his way through the crowded dressing room, apologizing to the few women he accidentally bumped because he couldn’t squeeze between them. 

Thankfully the corner of the dressing room Cleo occupied was quiet. The air around her seemed so calm, and cool and collected. Nothing like the mayhem ensuing just twenty feet away.

The way her blonde hair was slicked into a high ponytail reminded him of the very day she approached him. She was gorgeous and her posture as straight as a razor even when she was seated. Her blue eyes glanced at him through the mirror before she moved her head to the right.

“Go ahead, sit.”

Not waiting another second, Taemin swiftly moved into the seat to the right of Cleo and smiled politely. Bowing the way he was taught in the Kim household, he thanked her.

She laughed, the sound light and bubbly. He could sense she must’ve been a popular act among the numerous women crowded into this dressing room. She mirrored the attitude of the raven-haired woman he met in the main section of the club, oozing sex appeal and giving off a visceral reaction to anyone near them. Perhaps it was why he was seated here in front of this vanity mirror instead of going into his stupid gallery receptionist job like he was supposed to. Because he would’ve never walked through these front doors of his own accord. He wasn’t even straight or sexually attracted to women.

“I have to admit,” Cleo began, turning slightly in her seat so she could face Taemin, “I didn’t expect you to show up after our conversation.”

Nodding in understanding, the younger man sighed deeply, “I didn’t think I would either.”

“And if it’s even possible, you look more innocent than the last time.”

He only laughed, combing his fingers through his black locks. “Hardly.”

The knowing glance Cleo gave him was all he needed to shut up.

“I assume you’re here about what we talked about.”

There was a slight nod as Taemin sifted through his mind. How did he go about this? How did he admit that the money sounded attractive, even if he wasn’t desperate for cash at the moment? How did he explain how thirsty he was for praise and laude without sounding needy and pathetic?

Everything that left his mouth would be scrutinized and he wanted to be sure it all painted a favorable picture of himself.

As he looked up at the beautiful woman seated beside him, he nodded more confidently. “You said that a great dancer can be a legend if they worked hard enough,” he said lightly. “But in your line of work dancers become legends overnight. What did you mean by that?”

Cleo beamed at the younger male. “Just what I said,” she replied. “All it takes is one dance and your cemented in someone’s mind for a lifetime. You look like a boy who stick in someone’s mind long after that one dance.”

The look she gave him made him shrink back internally, but externally he stared back at her. Eyebrows furrowed, he shook his head. “I’m not the guy that gets noticed.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she guffawed, shaking her head. “A pretty face like that, a dancer body like yours? I’m sure you capture enough attention just walking out your front door.”

“But I don’t. No one approaches me.”

“Being noticed and being approached are two very different concepts.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Just because someone sees you and notices you doesn’t mean they’ll actually come up and say something,” she said, as if it was common knowledge. “And with your overall look, you probably intimidate people.”

“Intimidate?”

“You don’t smile much do you?”

“Well I didn’t find anything funny...”

He trailed off when she snickered at his comment. His confidence was waning and he wasn’t sure if this was his interview for a job. Was this more of a rejection? It was so hard to tell at this point.

His thick, pink lips pressed together as he stared at Cleo, waiting for her to say something. A silence grew between them and Taemin sat there while Cleo seemed content to stare at him. He could feel her eyes as they traveled over his face, between his shoulders, over his chest--her eyes were everywhere. As his eyes glimpsed at the other side of the room, the women almost fully dressed and ready for opening, something hit him. It should’ve been obvious the moment he walked into the dressing room and perhaps when the woman warned him of all the naked women that would meet him there, but it was just now settling into his consciousness.

Why did she seek him out for possible employment when this club obviously didn’t employ male dancers?

“Um, I don’t mean to be really rude when I ask this, but I’m confused,” he began, his eyes lingering on the scene before him before they slowly dragged back to Cleo who seemingly hadn’t moved even an inch from the last time he looked at her. “I don’t understand why I’m here.”

Cleo laughed. “I thought we were both figuring that out before you went silent on me.”

“No, that’s not what I was--I don’t get why you approached me. I’m not a woman.”

Slowly the woman began to piece together what the young boy was hinting at. As her eyes fluttered to the other ladies in the room, she gave an airy laugh before she shook her head. “Oh, I wasn’t seeking you out to dance here,” she corrected, looking in no hurry to explain herself. “We’ll soon be expanding this club. A sister--or brother depending on how you see it--club will be opening very soon. I’m calling it The Hellfire Club. It’s far more...upscale than this. I’ll be in charge of it and I’m scouting dancers.”

So it would be another club. Taemin gave a confused expression, his hazel eyes narrowing as he computed each nugget of information.

“It’ll be a progressive type of gentleman’s club. I need dancers like you.”

“Will it be for males in the LGBT community then?”

“It will have aspects that will cater to them yes,” she explained. “I’ll have male and female clientele and male and female dancers to fulfill as many of the clients’ needs as possible. The club is invitation only and based on a strict membership process.”

None of this meant much of anything to Taemin if he was being honest. He didn’t even know if he was actually going to take a position as a stripper. He only showed up for this to see if he would actually go through with it and to possibly hear more about what the job could offer for him. 

“You don’t look convinced,” she stated plainly, heaving a sigh as she let her spine touch the back of the chair.

Giving a tight-lipped, apologetic smile, the short dancer shook his head. “It’s not that the business doesn’t sound intriguing. I just have no idea what any of that means,” he cordially explained. “Besides, I don’t know if I’m stripper material.”

“What’s that? Stripper material?”

He shrugged. “I’m not...I don’t think my dancing style will match.”

“Honey, I’ve been where you are,” Cleo said, flicking her blue eyes over his entire outfit before staring in the mirror. “I was a trained contemporary and lyrical dancer with dreams of making it here in Manhattan, but money is king in the city that never sleeps. I’m sure you’ve realized that or else you wouldn’t have trekked all the way to West Village to meet with me.” 

Taemin didn’t refute, merely stared at her in reverent silence as she began to put away all the makeup products she used.

“I was someone’s nightingale at one time but what good was it if I couldn’t keep an apartment or barely eat a single meal in a day? So I was recruited by a mutual friend at a ballet company to dance here.” There was something so distant in her voice as she reminisced her entrance into stripping. “I thought there was no way my style would ever match the style of those women up on that stage. But nearly ten years later and I can say I’m debt-free, living comfortably on the Upper West Side.”

The young male chewed the inside of his cheek. “I don’t need the money though.”

“Then what is it you need?”

There was a moment where pure panic shook his entire body. He could feel it tightening his muscles and cutting straight through tendons and ligaments. “I don’t know,” he whispered out, his voice breaking. He was becoming scared that he wouldn’t be able to finish his thought. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t. He wanted to explain how needy for attention he was, but he couldn’t. But he could at least try. “All I know is that I’m lost without dancing. And ever since I showed up in Manhattan I’ve felt...empty. I need to be on a stage again, I need to...I need to--”

“Fly.”

He blinked a few times as he stared at Cleo. Was that the sensation he’d been missing since he arrived in New York? The feeling of flying? Perhaps it was. It was the only thing that could explain the feeling of his feet carrying him across a stage, the way his body moved and arched with each strum and pluck on the strings of a violin or cello.

Unable to trust his voice to reply, Taemin simply nodded.

“This job will give that back to you,” she said thoughtfully. “I’m not saying this is an easy work environment and the physical exhaustion you’ll feel in the beginning will make you question the worthiness of a job like--”

“There was a period of two years where every day I woke up in excruciating pain due to shin splint that I let go for months that turned into a stress fracture,” he explained, unintentionally cutting Cleo off. “Pain can be ignored.”

Cleo’s smile stretched, almost wolfish as she nodded her head in approval. “There was something about you,” she said, her index finger jabbing at the air as she pointed at Taemin. “You were special the moment I laid eyes on you. You’ll do just fine in a business like this.”

“So what do I do now?”

“There’s a step between this and me hiring you. You’ll have to dance for one of my financiers,” Cleo stated plainly, her body turning to check her makeup in the mirror before returning her gaze to Taemin. “He wants to know I’m hiring acceptable male dancers. Are you free Friday evening?”

“Yes,” he jumped in, not even thinking for a moment if he was actually free or not. It didn’t matter because he would make the time for something like this. Even though there was a shred of doubt that stripping could bring him the same feeling ballet could, he was willing to give it a shot. It was better than answering phones all day.

“Good, meet me back by the private lounges on the second floor, Friday at midnight,” she said. “I’ll guide you to the room where he’ll be waiting.”

He gave a short nod as he stood up. Eyes traveling back to the nearly empty dressing room, clothes still strewn all across the floor and counter tops, he gave a small smile. This didn’t seem all that different from the dressing rooms he remembered from all those years in ballet. Just less tulle and no soft pastels to speak of.

As he headed toward the door, he heard Cleo call his name. He turned around to face her as she began to pull off her oversized button-down shirt and reveal a short, tight-fitting, black dress beneath.

“Yes?”

“You will sparkle, even under the dim lights of a strip club, I can promise you that.”

[al1studies]

question tag

hey!! i was tagged by @sakura-studyblr to answer these questions about myself <3 under the cut!

i’m tagging some new mutuals who i’d love to get to know, but of course you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! (and if you’ve done it already, send me the link!) @martiestudies @fsstudies @m1n4 @babypandii-studyblr @astrnomy

LAST:

1. Drink: decaf mocha frap

2. Phone call: o wow i don’t even know? probably my doctor. i don’t make a lot of phone calls

3. Text message: the soonseok net group chat

4. Song you listened to: aju nice by seventeen :’))) i was having a throwback party while i was driving lmao and that was the first song i ever listened to by them!

5. Time you cried: last monday or tuesday? i’d reached out to an old good friend of mine after we ended on questionable terms 4 years ago and she responded and i sobbed for 45 minutes sdjfsjd (and we’ve been talking every day since)

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: i’ve never dated but tbh i’d probably do this bc i’m a gemini

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i’ve never kissed someone! 0:

8. Been cheated on: soonseok cheat on me with each other every day

9. Lost someone special: yeah

10. Been depressed: bitch i’m depressed all day every day

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. hmmm, light blue, millennial pink, and bright yellow!

13. o frick i did this wrong

14. ^

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes!

16. Fallen out of love: i fall in and out of love every single day at least once blame it on the cancer moon, gemini sun combo

17. Laughed until you cried: ya my dude

18. Found out someone was talking about you: not exactly but me and the captain of my mock trial team found out these members were talking shit abt how we were running things and the cap called them out y*kes

19. Met someone who changed you: of course!

20. Found out who your friends are: this is too deep, pls it’s 1:23 p.m.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope!

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i don’t use fb anymore so idk

23. Do you have any pets: yes! i have a shih-tzu called cupcake and a cat called riesling and i love them with all my heart

24. Do you want to change your name: mmmm kind of, i love my name but sometimes it’s not gender neutral enough for me

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: my best friends threw me a surprise party and we watched john tucker must die :’)

26. What time did you wake up: i woke up once at 7 then went back to sleep for another 3 hours

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i was reading fanfiction i think???

28. Name something you can’t wait for: SEVENTEEN IN CHICAGO

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 20 minutes ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my birthday. listen i know that’s weird but listen, if The Mother would’ve just held it in for another 16 hours, i would share a birthday with KWON SOONYOUNG instead of donald trump.

31. What are you listening to right now: nothing, cafe sounds around me i guess lol

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i live in The Rurals, of course i have

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: humans

34. Most visited websites: ao3, tumblr, twitter, google drive

35. Mole/s: ya

36. Mark/s: a ton! i’m freckled as frick, n i have this cute mark on the side of my wrist and one on my right boob l o l

37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be a vet for a long time but then it switched to writer

38. Hair color: dark, almost-black brown

39. Long or short hair: neither?? it’s like a little past my shoulders

40. Do you have a crush on someone: no comment

41. What do you like about yourself: im gay

42. Piercings: just the standard ear ones!

43. Blood type: i don’t know djfdjsfajd

44. Nickname: cam, cami, millie

45. Relationship status: in love with lee seokmin

46. Zodiac: gem sun, cancer moon, cancer rising, cancer dominant

47. Pronouns: they/she, i fluctuate b/w what i prefer a lot so they/them is probably safe but if we’re good friends you can use she/her!

48. Favorite TV show: stranger things, scream mtv, how to get away with murder

49. Tattoos: none but i might get one that says “As Hasari” (to heal) in victoria schwab’s handwriting on my wrist!

50. Right or left hand: right

51. Surgery: do wisdom teeth count

52. Hair dyed in different color: nope

53. Sport: i don’t play but i watch a lot of tennis. serena, venus, and muguruza are my queens

54. same

55. Vacation: philippines :( the motherland

56. Pair of trainers: i’m wearing adidas gazelles rn

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: a bagel with creme cheese

58. Drinking: coffee atm but i’d rather be drinking tea

59. I’m about to: get shit done at the bookstore café

61. Waiting for: my depression to take a frickin hike

62. Want: seventeen hitouch tickets

63. Get married: yes!!! one day, and this song will be my first dance

64. Career: i don’t really want to do just one thing! i’d like to be an editor for a publishing company at some point, but i’d also love to teach english abroad (asia, preferably PH bc i want to give back to my mother country) or work in google’s secret lab where i know they’re making that shit you only see in sci-fi movies

65. Hugs or kisses: both!!

66. Lips or eyes: sdjfasjdfjdfj lips tbh. i love a man/woman with nice lips

67. Shorter or taller: taller!

68. Older or younger: older just bc i’m 18 and would never date a minor or someone in high school lol

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: dksfsjdf i don’t really know but i love soft tummies and soft arms?? i’m not rly into super ripped/muscly guys (girls, on the other hand...)

71. Sensitive or loud: i mean u can be both

72. Hook up or relationship: i would say hook up but i know i would catch feelings so .. relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: ehhh for a significant other?? not really either, i wouldn’t date someone who gets me into too much trouble but i also wouldn’t date someone who can’t live a little

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: no!

75. Drank hard liquor: nope

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: lmao every day my dude

77. Turned someone down: yes

78. Sex on the first date: i probably would, but i haven’t

79. Broken someone’s heart: i hope not??? djfjasdf

80. Had your heart broken: nope, i’m dead inside

81. Been arrested: no thank god, i’d probably have a nervous breakdown, not because of the police, but because my filipino mother would skin me alive

82. Cried when someone died: yeah

83. Fallen for a friend: NO DHJFAHSDFHSHF

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: i mean .. sometimes

85. Miracles: yes

86. Love at first sight: ehhh no

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss on the first date: yea, that’s how you know whether or not to keep them (i’m mostly joking but also kind of not)

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: megan, emily, zoe

91. Eye color: brown, basically black

92. Favorite movie: inside out and crazy stupid love :(( i can’t decide !!

[krupnick02]

Which of the seven deadly sins fits Jessica the best? Which of the seven virtues?

Yooo, thanks for leaving it open to more than just one for each! also this is kinda spooky bc i was thinking abt this this morning.

You look at Jess and you think “Lust”, right? You’re not wrong, because her very design is based off of it: She was drawn to be seductive, alluring, jaw-dropping and breath-taking! Her mannerisms are constantly flirtatious (she even play-flirts with her buds, man.), and even the way she moves is not without an inch of temptation. She was drawn this way, so she is, without even trying, an avatar of the Lust. 

But while being created to be Lustful, she herself has become Wrathful through life experience. And honestly, who can blame her?

Jess really doesn’t like to talk about it, or even delve into it, but she has been mistreated pretty badly ever since the day she was drawn; Wolf-whistling, objectification, ogling and even daring hands were not alien to her since the day she popped into creation, and she grew her fangs in pretty quick. As she’d say, “I had to.”. She was her only defense back then in a man-dominated environment, after all. It sharpened her strength, her intuition and built a few walls that might not exist today if it hadn’t been for the age. She did eventually gain some friends along the way, but that barely put a stop to anything. Jess had to form her own backbone to start pushing back until she became the standing tall Jessica we know today. Viva la Rebellion.

People romanticize the 30s & 40s, but man, shit was hard back then for women. They had the right to vote, sure, but that didn’t mean everything was smooth sailing! Work was hard to find alone, but even when you found it, you could be fired for just being a woman since there was no protection laws for us back then. Imagine what it must have been like to be a toon woman, with no rights what-so-ever, and the one in charge of you was most definitely a man. ((here’s a cool fact tho: look up Jackie Ormes. she was the first African American lady cartoonist!! not only that, but she touched on issues that were going on at the time with like, no fear, in one of her comic strips called “Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger”. that’s cool af. and you know Jess loved her to bits and pieces and supported her jsyk. honestly, Jess has so much respect for this awesome woman.))

Jessica’s had friends who were guys, who appeared to be sweet as can be, that turned out to be the original makers of the “friendzone” bullshit, expecting romance and sex in return for their “respect” and “companionship”. That messed her up, man. It broke her heart and made her thorns grow. It made her very prickly towards men, reading them on first glance and questioning their motives when they chatter with her. Even the male friends she has to this day who are not José, Daffy, Bugs or Dakota ((and Duckula & Fenton, I mean, look at them.)) get her mind wandering. She’s scared to be used, and find out these guys she’s grown to are just using her to a means & end. It’s not their fault, it’s just how life since the 30s has shaped her. It takes some years to get close to her, so please don’t be offended if Jess isn’t trusting towards your male muse.

If you try to play Jessica, she’s going to play you right back even harder and torment you out of spite for you. It is her goal for you from then on to dismantle you when she figures out what you have in mind for her. Ain’t nobody allowed to fuck with her without repercussions anymore.

Jess has become more violent since the 30s, too. Where she used to clock men with a pan when they got too close, she’s upgraded to a golden mallet and literal booby traps. She’s not afraid to smack a dude around and make them bleed, and even break a few bones if they disrespect her. She’s not afraid anymore, and it’s all out of self defense. And disgust.

So, closing on this side, Lust & Wrath both fit her deadly sins, worn equally. Born as one and sharpened into the other.

Now, as for Jess’s virtues..

Jessica is Diligence: She is a very work-oriented woman, a self-made hardworker. Work! Work! Work! Make yourself proud, be a woman you’re proud to be. Never give up. Bring on that hard labor, build your skills. She’s constantly busy, throwing herself into work and working at her skills, constantly practicing and never giving an inch on self-improvement. She’s even badgered Lola ( @hoopsheartthrob ) into giving her kickboxing lessons! She’ll likely even badger Tiger ( @the-great-tiger-of-mumbai ) for boxing lessons in the future. Self defense with a mallet & bear traps is all well & good, but if she has no weapons are her disposal, it’d be important to have your own body to back you up.

Sometimes though, Jess can overwork herself. But only once in a blue moon! She can catch herself if no one else will and reel back – but hoo boy, when she overdoes it she just crashes lmao. sleeps 4 a week. Honestly, her patronus is probably a lioness. Babe was running the show even when the men were in charge.

Jessica is Kindness: It’s so, so important to be kind. To children, to teenager, to adults and to the elderly. She’s a toon, and her core is to entertain everyone and be sweet – sure, some people fall out of that, but not everyone. A few bad apples shouldn’t ruin your shine for everyone. She will take time out of her day to help someone and will more than happily throw her career to the side when a loved one needs attention. People always come first over work, and so does their happiness.

Jess has been through truly hideous things through life, definitely. But that’s also taught her why it’s so important to be kind. It’s so important to be supportive and love everyone around you with no restraint. Life can be dark, really dark, hopelessly dark, and she came from absolute abysmal days. To shine some light into someone’s life at least once a day can do a hell lot more than you think. Roger ( @j-j-jeepers ), José ( @jose-carioca ) & Daffy ( @wabbitseezon ) were her little torches in the dark back in the golden age, you see. They helped her through the roughest times of her entire damn life, man. They were an inspiration of how important support can be for someone, and how a little laugh can really help when your heart is hurting.

Jess will go out of her way to be kind. She will always be positive and she will always offer a hand when its needed, and a shoulder when a hug is sought after. She refuses to be cruel intentionally, unless someone is deserving of it. 

and lastly, Jessica is Humility: She loves herself and she says she can talk about herself all day, but she really isn’t that egotistical. She just learned to love herself and refuses to give that up, man. She appreciates herself.

But that’s not all Humility is. Humility is

Bravery: To confront fear and intimidation. Reverence: To respect someone else, and admire them.

I’d say my baby’s brave for what she’s been through. She’s suffered and risen from it, and though she can still stumble, she’s still standing and made herself an even better person for it. She’s brave. 

and god knows, she has so much admiration and respect for the people she knows. For the people she’s heard of but never met. She will sing her loved one’s praises and gush about how amazing they are and spend time telling them why they’re amazing, and that they are inspirational. She will always look for the good in these people and remind them that they have it, even when they’re not expecting it or worrying about it. She wants to remind them that. She has so much love and, as I said before, respect for these people. 

Sorry this took a while to reply to, but I hope it suffices! Thank you for the cool ask - I got to ramble on about Jess for a bit with it hahahsdfg.

[seungjecnga]

( SUPER VERY, VERY IMPORTANT POST ABT MY HISTORICAL MUSES )

            hi, hello, yes, this is a post about my historical muses. i say that they’re set in ANCIENT CHINA as if they’re pretty much synonymous to the idea that ANCIENT china is the same as IMPERIAL china.             they’re different ; i did it for ease of understanding and without complicating thoughts of the different dynasties, but i find it of utmost importance that i speak about the world i’ve settled my muses ( my historical kids ) as it does affect the interactions that occur and how they’ll react to things they’re faced with as they are very NICHE muses and how they think, function, and stuff is much affected by what i’m going to be writing about. it should be taken into consideration when you want to write with my historical muses ( and if you write with my mulan must on @rongyv​ ), it will help you settle much better into this world.             TL;DR  — it is important for people to know in which era i am writing in so there won’t cause an odd unresolvable conflict ( ANY TIME BEFORE YUAN DYNASTY —  so no, they don’t know abt genghis khan but they do know about the great wall ). i apologize for not doing this BEFORE HAND to make it more clear on their history and daily life. these are the influences i am writing and what i base them on. thanks for reading...if you do read it, please do....it took a lot of research and interrogating for accurate information.

1 ) TIME —  set  in the IMPERIAL CHINA era ( starting from 221 BCE ; from Qin dynasty onwards ). a lot of what constituted the start of IMPERIAL china began during the Shang dynasty where texts involving politics, economy, religion and such were written ; this became the basis for dynasties to come. but that’s not the point...my muses are based during the QIN ERA onwards ; not to say all eras are synonymous as each had different things come from it, each had it’s own wars that were fought, their own literature and stuff. but the thing that is taken away from this is THEIR TIME LINE IS SETTLED IN IMPERIAL CHINA ( qin dynasty onwards ), not ANCIENT CHINA ( shang dynasty to zhou dynasty )

2 ) RELIGION — during the imperial era were reliant on the idea of SHEN ( roughly — gods or spirits ), the idea of yin-yang and the otherworld ( aka — a spirit world where the dead goes ). this is IMPORTANT to note especially for my sorceress ( xianyu ) and my shamaness ( weihua ) as the two of them are much like spirit intermediaries ( mediums ) BUT neither will claim they are possessed by a god ( a jitong — another type of shamans that specialize in channeling Chinese deities ; a possession if you will ). weihua doesn’t have that ability BUT, she does have a very heightened spiritual sense ( aka — her third eye is open ) and can see beyond the veil that separates the living and the dead.             weihua is what people of that era would call a WU or even a tongji. to be even more specific, weihua practices heavily as a shaman who’s a healer and diviner. xianyu’s situation is much different, with a little more help from the supernatural as a HULIJING, she may often be turned to for help against stronger evil spirits or to help right the balance.             during the IMPERIAL CHINA era, religion had a really huge role in everyday life ; almost all items, concepts, ideas, has a deity, a god or a guardian attached to it.             such as : tudigong ( lord of the soil ) is a deity worshipped for wealth ( because having land meant wealth, having healthy soil means wealth ) ; tu’ershen is the deity that oversees same sex relationships. yuelao is the near equivalent of aphrodite....you name it, they probably had a SHEN for it. this later is gathered under the religion of TAOISM ( lead by lao tzu )...but there’s a FINE line it somewhat crosses as TAOISM is mostly a way of LIVING but because it has a pantheon, it also makes it a religion of sorts as it has deities / gods / SHEN to worship.

3 ) PHILOSOPHIES — there are three main philosophies that they followed: buddhism, confucianism, and taoism.             buddhism — yes, i know, it’s seen as a religion nowadays, but back then, it was more of a life philosophy that originated from the southwest   — isn’t really a religion as it is much of a way of life for people to follow. it depicts the teachings of BUDDHA, on how to live a proper life in order to reach NIRVANA / enlightenment . there is a LARGE dependence on KARMA, and as buddhism also relies on karma, it means in order to live a good life, one must not cause harm to other people or it will come back and bite you ( so yes, they heavily believed in KARMA WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU ). living in good karma, being compassionate and following the teachings of buddha will allow for one to reach nirvana ; monks are people who have dedicated their entire life to learning and practicing the teaching of buddha. in buddhism, there is a lack of god worship as buddhism doesn’t have a PANTHEON.             confucianism — another way of life philosophy developed by confucius on howpeople should behave and live. his teachings are often the basis for many POLITICAL and government related baselines. he ( and his disciples ) focused heavily on treating people with respect, politeness and fairness. to be honorable and to be moral was something he heavily focused on [ so it would not be far fetched to say mulan was a follow of confuscianism during that time as HONOR was something that was heavily regarded ]. confuscianism revolves around the unity of self and the gods of heaven ; it’s about finding HARMONY with oneself and those around them. confuscianism believes in having a strong and rigid government.             taoism / daoism  — borders between a life philosophy and a religion ; perhaps more heavily practiced in china ( and taiwan ) now, taosim is translated as THE WAY ; unlike confucianism which talks about rigidity rituals and social order, but rather, just...becoming ONE with the unplanned rhythms of life. not to say to just ride the waves, but rather, finding ways to be at peace with life, going with the flow of life, to embrace what is happening and using tao to achieve perfection with the flow of life.              however, nowadays, there is also TAOIST buddhism, which is another sect of buddhism which does worship SHEN and should not be mixed up with buddhism itself. it’s confusing, i know, this isn’t a part of what they practiced before so have no fear, this was an aside.

4 ) RELIANCE ON MYSTICISM — believe it or not, yes, back then, there were even people who DENOUNCES the idea of shamans and sorcery. it was also something of importance to not only the citizens but to royalty. the idea of mysticism isn’t some predestined ideology forced on people or to scam people for money. they’re actually taken QUITE seriously as it allowed people who were lost or in need of guidance to communicate with the heavenly beings for help. shamans ( or jitong or tongji ) are a big part of their lives...while they are colloquially translated as SHAMAN by the english, there’s great differences between what people see as SHAMANS versus what the chinese construed as shamanism.             shamans were the people’s CONNECTION to the gods, to seek help and to seek blessings for things ; when things go awry and there just is NO logical reason behind it, they turn to shamans for help ( and in turn, shamans can perform exorcisms, communicate with the otherworldly, provide talismans, etc ). shamans went beyond magical hocus pocus that we believe today...shamans were really revered for their abilities to provide guidance and foresight for people ; to predict the future.             the royalty, who are said to be appointed by the Gods, and often revered as one themselves ( especially the emperor ) have their own shamans that work for them. they help in making political decisions, in communicating between the mystic and the humans ; they are versed in astrology, oneirology, and so forth. they help write the calendars, they predict days that are most auspicious for things...MYSTICISM is a heavy part of the chinese way of life.

5 ) SHEN  — ( to my personal knowledge ) there is not really much of a BLOODTHIRSTY god in this practice ; as i said, there are gods and spirits and deities that rule over MANY, MANY things...but the chinese heavily believed in being blessed or not. while TRICKERY does happen, that doesn’t mean the deity won’t go unpunished ( if they are wrong ) or the humans ( if they wrong the spirits ), however, there is not a time where the gods thirst for human blood. while sacrifices do occur to appease and to ask things of celestial / heavenly beings, it isn’t of human blood ( to my knowledge ). the major ones spoken in mythos are ones in involvement of creation myths, and lord over much more MAJOR things ( fertility, agriculture, weath, etc ). minor gods is what the humans come in contact with more often than not.             gods in this culture have not seen HUMANS as their playthings, albeit, they may intervene ( as ppl have spoken through stories and legends ). people HAVE becomes gods  — like guanyu or zhong kui or hei wuchang & bai wuchang — through acts they’ve done in life.             to humans, these beings are meant to protect or guide them OR abandon them to suffer and toil...hence worship happens to ask for favors and for blessings in temples dedicated to them ( some even having small ones in their homes to house the gods ).

6 ) FOREIGN INFLUENCES — it should be noted ( again ) that my historical muses are meant to be written pre-late imperial dynasty ( so before GENGHIS KHAN, aka the yuan dynasty so anything before mid-MIDDLE imperial dynasty and before that ). foreign influences such as missionaries and such from europe has been a thing in china for a LONG time ; yes, christianity has made it to china before khan’s time, but it never really took ROOT in china BEFORE khan. there was an instance where religion ( of any sort ) was BANNED or forbidden by emperor wuzhong ( during the tang dynasty ) which officially killed christianity in china ( as per a monk who had written back to the patriarch “ christianity is extinct, ” ).              during this time, there wasn’t any other religion practiced in CHINA other than buddhism, confuscianism and taoism...it wasn’t until GENGHIS KHAN’S time that christianity really kicked it off, but this won’t happen until 16th — 17th century because of the fact that a lot of mongol tribes were neostrian christians and many of khan’s wives’ descendants are christian. it was also documented that the FIRST really interaction between the east and west happened during this time.              while christianity was allowed practice, it never took hold...it should be noted that it’s not something my muses will know of nor dabble in.

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taking all of this into account, my muses actively practices either buddhism or taoism ( albeit, hetian is a mix of confucianism and taoism )...they all HEAVILY rely on shen worship and they all live in the times before the YUAN dynasty.