#i love noticing things that people are really craving from their native language but that english doesn't really have

[projectjasper]

a very tired pond speaking english compilation from today's tiktok live (featuring a lot of thank yous)

[astrobydalia]

🪻Lavender Observations🪸

it's pisces season my dudes so here's my fave pisces aesthetic... this music video really spoke to my pisces moon soul so I wanted to pay homage to it. As always enjoy the observations!

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🪻✨Capricorn risings are very full of themselves to be honest. They have an overall pleasant reputation and are loved (Libra 10th+Cancer 7th) but for some reason they're actually very individualistic and conceited deep down, like they think of themselves as being 'on other level' than others. I think this is because their shadow revolves around their ego (Leo 8th house) and we all know they love status but unfortunately fame and popularity tends to change them and/or take out their toxic traits (Scorpio 11th house). Basically they’re the type to become extremely entitled individuals just because they’re successful

🪸✨The virgo placement urge to have a harmeless and innocent personality/reputation while also engaging in the most unholy, taboo and sometimes immoral activities behind the scenes............ iykyk

🪻✨I’ve noticed Geminis are what people think Aquarians are??? Idk Aquarius placements are the most chill and unproblematic people I know and typically don’t make any fuss out of their “quirks” or opinions, they’re just living and vibing them on their own. Geminis on the other hand are the chaotic manic pixie girls/boys or the mad scientists with the most random and out of pocket interests and ideas. They always be leaving me like ‘wtf are you talking about?🤨’ They’re also opinionated af and will jump into controversy pretty easily.

🪸✨Oh! And Geminis are WAAAAAAAAYYY more detached than aquarius dude. Geminis are air AND mutable, for them it is extremely easy to move on and detach from things

🪻✨All the people I've met who's had cosmetic procedures done (botox, plastic surgery, fillers, etc) always had libra placements and/or Neptune aspecting the ASC. Overall Venus and Neptune influence is big in people who wanna look like a glossy instagram filter

🪸✨Chiron in the 6th house are HUGE control freaks due to feeling like reality overwhelms them too much, they feel like their life is never sorted out. They are also the type to overwork themselves with pointless things or hyper fixate on short-term goals cause it gives them a sense of control

🪻✨Capricorn placements are attracted to ambition and independence. It is not so much about age difference that they look for, but rather they like it when someone has their own things going on for themselves and has solid life values that they stick to. Capricorn's love language is supporting your ambitions and you doing the same for them so.... they need to see potential in you and with you

🪸✨Libra+Scorpio placements are VERY envious people and tbh I've seen this in everyone who has this mix regardless of how developed they were.... The type to befriend/get close to people they're secretly jealous of to either ruin them or get a taste of what they have. Seriously these natives are never happy with just themselves they're always focusing on how good others' things are

🪻✨People with fire in their big 3 HATE it and get defensive when other people make unsolicited assumptions about who they are or when people assume they can know the native better than the native knows themselves. It’s hard for them to brush that kind of thing off, they don’t like to feel like people are ‘appropriating’ their identity. The type to be like “you don’t know me or my story so stfu”.

🪸✨All of the Scorpio moons I've met had at least a phase in their life where they had a very unhealthy relationship (scorpio) with food (moon)..... They always seem to turn to food when going through a hard time but in a very self-destructive way

🪻✨Sagittarius is as much of an escapist as pisces. They both crave for things to be good, positive and unserious (Jupiter)

🪸✨I’ve noticed women with personal planets in Aquarius usually have very thin and sparse eyebrows and usually enhance them with makeup

🪻✨Natives with Mars in Capricorn are SUPER hairy. A very thick and stunning head of hair and/or noticeable and abundant body/facial hair. Their hair is usually deep and dark as well

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🪸✨Scorpio Moon men I’ve noticed are attracted to a woman who is a bit cold, mean or is not easy to get to her because it makes him feel like she can handle him and his intensity. They’ll likely commit to a woman that captures his heart in such a way that he knows she can potentially hurt him more than he can hurt her. Deep down they wanna be the softer one in the relationship cause they’re a water moon after all

🪻✨I personally never had any 2nd house synastry relationship that actually involved money (except for business relationships ofc). Instead people who had planets falling in my 2nd house always make me feel like a million bucks frfr 🥺 They made it clear that they valued my opinion, my talents, qualities etc (essentially they valued all I had to offer which is 2nd house themes) and also made me feel like they favored me in many ways, like I'm a part of their top priorities, one of their 'faves' and wouldn't let me go easily. I have to say this turned pretty superficial in some cases on both sides, with 2nd house synastry there's a tendency to think of the person in terms of what they can offer be that money, time, services, advice, skills....

🪸✨That been said, you're more likely to be hired or promoted by people who have their planets in your 2nd house because they value your talent and skills. The best feedbacks I've gotten were mostly from clients who had their planets in my 2nd house

🪻✨Cancer Jupiter gives a very loving and caring husband that will totally adore you and provide for you both emotionally and financially. Husband is bound to be highly emotional and sentimental as well, the type to make it obvious to the world that he is truly in love with you. This is Jupiter's exaltation so this placement really gives Disney's Prince Charming vibes fr

🪸✨I've also noticed Scorpio Jupiter gives a similar kind of husband^ but less Prince Charming and a more 'dark fantasy novel'. This placement is giving Edward Cullen’s “your scent is like a drug to me” vibes when it comes to your husband

🪻✨With debilitated Jupiter (Virgo, Gemini, Capricorn) you might get a husband that is kinda detached and could even be distant or indifferent depending on other aspects or positions. Best case scenario is they love and support you but they are just not good at showing affection for some reason and might provide in more practical/straight forward and less sentimental ways. Again, house position,aspects,degrees, etc will give nuance

🪸✨I find Virgo and Aquarius are so similar in that they’re kinda judgmental of people and also tend to be very detached and analytical

🪻✨A crazy amount of athletes and fitness people have debilitated Mars

🪸✨I've also seen a lot of YouTubers, podcast hosts, etc have Sun-Mercury conjunction which makes a lot of sense lol

🪻✨Moon/Venus in Scorpio/8th house natives have a 'I hate everyone but you' kind of love. They really do have a level of misanthropy in their personality but it's low-key amusing

🪸✨Couples that have this best friends and partners in crime dynamics always have 3rd house synastry, I haven’t really seen 11th house as much… The 3rd house creates a fraternal understanding in a couple, two keen minds thinking alike (Gemini, twins, etc)

🪻✨I’ve actually observed 11th house synastry is pretty messy??? It creates connections (any kind) that are a bit all over the place tbh. You really don’t know if you’re gonna be together forever or fall apart tomorrow. You haven’t talked to each in years now one of you is reaching out like nothing happened and both people are keeping it chill the whole time specially the planet person. I guess this dynamic is okay between friends, colleagues or acquaintances (which is what this house rules) but when it’s a romantic or more intimate relationship…. Like I said it’s just messy, not necessarily bad, it be can refreshing and exciting but it has to be your cup of tea (I assume Air venus/mars people will dig it). You’re always wondering what’s next with this person, it feels like the sky’s the limit. I’ve seen this synastry a lot in couples who make odd decisions in the relationship that make people often question if the couple is actually serious about each other like that or not like being engaged for too long, etc

🪸✨Capricorn moons are extroverted or at least they easily pass as extroverts in social situations. They really stand out to me for having a very defined public persona that they’re mostly known for but they’re not really like that in private at all, you’d be surprised for better or for worse lmao

🪻✨"My love language is all of them" = Leo Venus

🪸✨Virgo placements are just as talkative as Gemini placements, they ramble just as much (Mercury). The difference is Virgo’s speeches are usually more thoughtout and eloquent like a presentation they’ve practiced a hundred times, in fact they tend to talk about the same stuff and repeat the same jokes, themes and rambles in most conversations because they like to stick to what they know (earth). They’re 100% the type to give you an unsolicited lecture on whatever it is they’re interested in. Gemini’s speech on the other hand is usually more spontaneous, random and chaotic, they tend to brainstorm out loud and enjoy finding new ideas in conversations (air). They’re more likely to wonder, play with ideas and ask ‘what if’ questions cause they like to explore the possible connections of different things

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🪻✨Pluto-asc aspects/Pluto in the 1st house/Scorpio rising come across as the cool girl/boy. They always have some unattainable energy to them that people secretly look up to and this admiration often translates into jealousy

🪸✨Aries in the big 3 always have something with their forehead. Either they have a big forehead or they have a sacar there etc

🪻✨Capricorn placements work hard and party HARDER. This results in them having a rather fast-paced life style honestly

🪸✨Istg Virgo Moons got a stick up their ass. In their minds they are judge, jury and executioner and never give people grace or just the benefit of the doubt. I don't doubt they're soft deep down but damn they can be very very stubborn and they can get mean easily.

🪻✨Best Virgo placement imo is Virgo mars, I’ve noticed they tend to channel the best traits of virgo (constructive criticism, self-accountability, collaborative, understanding but know what they don’t tolerate)

🪸✨When I first joined Tumblr I read an observation that said Aphrodite (1388) conjunct Mars creates injuries or scars from beauty products and that is SO true! I have this and I've burnt myself several times with curling irons and laser hair removal gadgets

🪻✨All the people I’ve met who loved country music, country life style and that sort of cowboy aesthetic mostly had Sagittarius placements 🤠🐎 (myself included lmao)

🪸✨People with Virgo+Scorpio placements are the most intimidating people I've ever met. Imagine the nitpickyness of Virgo mixed with the intensity of Scorpio.... yeah... not the best at going easy on others or letting people in. Don't test them, they have a “get away from me you fucking scumbag” energy whenever they’re upset or simply dislike something and are the hardest to please. They are very sensitive deep down tho, very sweet and selfless if they genuinely like you.

🪻✨Sagittarius is the master, teacher, guru and guide so it makes a lot of sense for the Sagittarius Pluto generation to be hung up and obsessed (pluto) with influencers, life coaches, etc (sag)

🪸✨Moon in the 3rd house natives tend to make vey quirky movements and gestures with their mouth/jaw when they speak or they're very expressive with their mouth like they may grimace or pout a lot

🪻✨Cancer Mars men are huge mamas boyzzzz!! The type to be completely dependent on their moms/wives to even fry an egg and provide overall home security. They will marry a dominant woman who is fully or mostly in charge of the house and family stuff

🪸✨Speaking of, men with domicile or exalted mars (Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn Mars) can be huge assholes if underdeveloped. If immature they can channel toxic masculinity since mars feels very comfortable here it could go a bit overboard and give fuckboy vibes. The type to be very controlling, inconsiderate and always feel entitled to sex

🪻✨On the opposite end, men with debilitated mars (Libra, Taurus, Cancer Mars) are super chivalrous and often present themselves as very polite, thoughtful and modest. Very popular among women for sure. They can be players and have huge ego too if not mature but even then their energy is very inviting

🪸✨Fire moons process their feelings by letting things out in the moment as they come either through anger, humor or simply speaking their mind. They can often appear rude when expressing something that they feel very strongly about but they'll always value authenticity above anything else

🪻✨Earth moons process their feelings by creating a course of action. Like they internally make a plan for things they will do in oder to make themselves feel better, fix their issue or fulfill their needs on a long-term/permanent basis. They could develop a whole personal system or life style that caters to their emotional needs

🪸✨As we all know Air Moons process their feelings by rationalizing their emotions. Ironically, this can make them lack some emotional intelligence because they put so much focus on their feelings making sense that they don't allow themselves to feel their feelings and figure out what genuinely feels right for them

🪻✨Water moons process their feelings by fully owning their emotions. They find comfort in the mere validity of their own feelings which is why they often have this tendency to victimize themselves, blame others for their issues and constantly look for sympathy

🪸✨I’ve very very very often seen Sagittarius/Jupiter in 7th house, Sagittarius Groom/Juno/Briede creates age gap with spouse!!! As mentioned, Sagittarius is the master and guide of the zodiac so with the influence of this sign in your marriage you are bound to have a teacher-student dynamic where either one of you has much more life experience specially in relationships

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[sakuralovespossums]

Yandere Dazai x Fem Reader

(Part 2)

Warning: Romanticized talks of suicide. Questionably dubious consent.

The first four bullet points are for my own interpretation of y/n. The rest are open to all.

Y/n was already going through a really tough time in her life when Dazai kidnapped her. Her parents had both passed away recently, she didn’t have much friends, and was in a depressive state.

You can see why Dazai picked her

Throughout her captivity, Dazai repeatedly reminds her of her loved ones’ deaths and how alone she was before meeting him.

He adds this to his reasons for why she should join him in death. She’ll be reunited with her parents and no longer bear the burden of living!

He likes ruffling your hair a lot

Will sometimes whisper into your ear about what a loving mother you would have made if you both had kids. That is if you both lived as a normal couple. He always reminds you of the last part.

If you’re short, he’ll often pick you up and twirl you around like a doll before peppering your face and neck with kisses.

You wish you could accept his acts of affection (you hope that desire stems from your prolonged isolation instead of actual feelings). This desire only grows the longer into your captivity.

Will talk about ideas as to how you guys should go out on the final day, as if he was excitedly planning for a wedding instead of something so dark.

“Oh belladonna~~, there’s this gorgeous cliff by the ocean that we can jump off of!! How about that?!”

“I umm…..have a fear of heights.”

He already knows all your fears, so he’ll easily catch onto when you’re lying as an attempt to try to prolong your deaths.

“Darling, you never told me you had a fear of heights.”

If you actually do have a fear of heights, he’ll understand and choose a different way for the both of you to “go out”.

Will pick a death thats as painless and peaceful as possible for you two. He wants this to be a truly special event between you and him.

He’ll try to comfort you/ease you into the idea and process of it the best he can. He’s a lot better at recognizing and manipulating people’s emotions, rather than comforting them.

He would love to take you out of the apartment and go to lots of places, do a lot of things, and make memories together during the days leading up to the final day.

That is IF he trusts that he’s broken you enough to where you won’t want to escape or go to other people for help.

If you’re foreign, he’ll take interest in your background and want to learn more about your home country, culture, language, religion, etc.

He’s a fast learner, so expect him to call you loving names in your native language so fluently.

You do have sex, but only when you’re at a point where you fully consent.

It’s really more at a point where you desperately crave intimate touch and need an escape from the sinking hopelessness of your situation.

Eventually however, it begins to grow more out of reluctant affection for your captor that you desperately try to deny.

It’s not long until Dazai notices and uses it to his advantage.

So he continues to make love to you whenever he can, overwhelming you with so much love and warmth. Your cage has never felt so soft.

Manipulative intentions aside, he truly enjoys being intimate with you. Though it’s not out of love, but rather an obsessive liking towards you as his chosen suicide partner.

If you want a part 3, let me know

[peonierose]

PSA

I don’t know if it’s just me? But is the fandom kinda going away or not interested in stories people put out anymore?

This isn’t me craving attention. Just trying to understand a few things.

I’m also not pointing fingers at anyone (since I’m behind on reading fics myself 😅)

Just trying to understand if people aren’t interested, too busy or if the fics are too long?

Is there something I can improve on? I write mostly fluff, because writing fun stories is how I cope with my anxiety and it helps me.

But I’ve noticed a decline in reblogs, especially with people on my perma taglist. Are you guys even interested in the stories that you get tagged in? Or do you not want to be on the taglist? Because when I don’t even get a like, it makes me think the tags didn’t work (we all know how fickle tags can be.)

I know everyone has a life outside of tumblr I understand and I’m not holding it against anyone. I’d be the last person to do that.

But honestly? I’m considering not posting any stories on tumblr after April. I’ll still host the Choices April Monthly challenge, but if people aren’t interested in my stories or my pairings I don’t want to post any stories anymore.

It hurts me that some people on my perma taglist can’t even respond to the tags. Please be honest if you’re not interested, or due to the fact that you don’t have time or because of any other reason you can’t respond to my tags that’s okay, but please at least let me know. Because it takes me a long time to write stories and to even post them. So when people can’t even respond? Yeah not very nice.

English isn’t my native tongue. It’s one of the six languages I speak, so I know my stories aren’t the best. But I’m putting a lot of effort, time and passion into them. So it really hurts me when you can’t even respond. But then I see you reblog someone else’s story? It hurts me. A lot.

And to those who would like to be added to my tags list? Just let me know 😌

I know a lot of other writers feel the same way that their stories don’t get reblogged or even get any attention. And again I’m not pointing fingers. Just trying to understand.

I will also start removing those people from my taglist who don’t respond to my tags. Sorry but I can’t keep hoping you’ll respond and then only get hurt when you don’t.

In any case thank you to those beautiful people I’ve met and who have always supported me and my writing 💖 I can’t put into words how much that means to me!

Have a beautiful day / night 💖

Lots of Love

Peonierose

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[vencyrus]

just gonna rapid fire some awful thoughts that would make my brother hit me over the head with a metal bat // just kidding i accidentally started ranting about my bpd

as an aromantic that is desperately clawing at the chance to feel love, i fear i would become a "he know where home at" kinda gal but i think the concept, while horrifying irl, would make such a beautiful literary device

i have been drawing myself for goretober but not posting any of it bc i think it might be a form of self harm and i dont want to face this problem with my therapist yet

me posting art is actually exposure therapy as suggested by my therapist for my bpd because i crave attention in such a bad way that it actively affects my mood and motovation for weeks at a time when i spend so much time on something only to recieve no recognition for it

this honestly would be a non issue if my friends would actually talk to me bc i used to be okay with sharing things with just the two of them but theyre both so busy all the time and they dont really make the effort to talk to me so it is so disheartening that i dont even try to talk to them that much anymore

i want to make new friends bc i got some rly cool mutuals and ive met some rly nice ppl in the mistria server but i fear i am not in the proper headspace to be making new friends and my therapist agrees but it has been so lonely lately

i also have not had an FP in like years which is really good progress but thats also such a long time to be lonely. im a very codependant person. ive spent so much of my younger days attached to people that i really dont know who i am without that but id like to find out.

i think the combination of aromantic and boderline personality disorder is going to end me bc i want to be able to give my entire being to one person so much that it hurts to be away from them and i want them to feel the same way but i cant love them in a way that truly matters and thats just not fair for them. and im not being fair to myself either because im just essentially looking for someone to leech onto, someone to tell me how i should feel, someone to emulate, someone to admire. ive spent so much of my life being other people i dont think ive ever known how to be myself

i cannot feel the calm i feel when im drawing. its becoming such a vicious cycle of drawing to decompress then spending the next few hours stressing when something doesnt do well then drawimg again. lather rinse repeat

anyway! i hate being vulnerable but man does it feel good to throw this all out into the void. its like letting loose a message in a bottle out to sea. so just to balance all that, let me just say some out of pocket stuff since no one is gonna read this far into it.

im a coulro/dacry/hemo-phi11iac.

one time, in the middle of a Hook^ my partner noticed my glasses faintly glew in the dark so she wanted to turn off the lights so i could pretend to be the invisible man from hotel translyvania

this dude was tryna be flirty by speaking french but my native language is super ugly tbh and im not fluent in chamorro or carolinian bc im so disconnected with the other side of my herritage so i just whispered omae wa moe shindeiru in return

[kindnessinink]

*Busts through ask box like the kool aid man* How do you think mr. viktor would be dating an autistic person? I do recognize that this isn't a topic everyone feels comfortable writing, so if you don't feel great writing that, I'll offer instead: how is viktor with pet names? What does he use, if he likes, them, and what does he like to be called?

Both of these are adorable! However, it depends on how your autism presents, but as someone who has autism run in my family I feel fairly confident in saying that Viktor is the kind of person to be fascinated by people who aren't atypical. Like look at the awe he looks at Jinx's inventions with. This beautiful boy really looks at everything and everything with the glass of curiosity and wonderment.

So here are some pretty basic headcannons without getting into too many specifics because everyone's autism is different and if there's any additional things you could ask me specifically if you like:

Viktor is thrilled if his S/o is hyperfocusing on something he's interested in. He is more than happy to nerd out with you even if it isn't one of his personal interests - he's definitely the type to thrive around passionate people.

Viktor would completely learn sign language for a nonverbal s/o! He's a really brilliant person and would pick up on it fairly easily though I imagine he could be most comfortable sitting down so he can use both hands as a non-native signer.

Viktor is always on the lookout for textures. If you crave or hate them would determine if he's buying you specific gifts for extra stimuli he runs across when gathering test equipment or low key grabbing something to toss it out quickly before you notice. Can't stand kiwi? Don't worry! It was never there to begin with.

I feel like he would be great for if a s/o needs alone time to recalibrate. Like he's totally happy to give you you're space and go back to his work. He may get lost in his work sometimes but when he does take a break he will check in to see how you're doing.

That being said I feel like the first few meltdowns/shutdowns you experience together may have him a but frazzled about what to do. Like he may panic and blame himself for being ignorant of you're needs but he would for sure be the first one to like analytically sit down and try to make an itemized list of how he can best communicate with you and things he needs to keep in mind.

I'm not sure Viktor would use nicknames too often. He's a very kinda proper scientist and always has that almost professional stance about him but I feel like I'm softer moments he would definitely be the kind to whisper something personal like "my heart" if his S/o was asleep and he thought they couldn't hear him while he gentle brushed a strand of hair from their face.

Sorry for all the typos! I wrote this really quick when I was on a break but I really love the idea of Viktor being with someone who isn't neurotypical because I feel like he would really get needing accommodations in relationships.

[yuriko-mukami]

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

13. what themes/motifs do you hope other people notice most about your character?

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

(( This is a complex question actually. If I think about my writing in general I think I've gotten impact from several authors I read regularly but these days I would say I still have a steady own writing style in my native language. What I've been trying for the last year is to move that into English too. I don't want to translate my text but be able create my own style also in this language. That's still work in progress.

When it comes to roleplaying I actually try to adapt to my partner's style but keep something of my own at the same time... if that makes sense? So, I would say that if you write with me, then you have at least a little impact to my writing style.

But the biggest impacts? I would name two people here:

@ask-ruki-mukami

Especially in our private RP has impacted a lot. I think we are slowly creating kind of "our style". We usually use a short form on Tumblr but much longer way of writing in private (a novel length story, honey, we already have a novel worth of text) and that has done wonders for my style. I'm very grateful for this opportunity to develop my way to play with the written words and enjoy this love story together with Ruki's admin. 🫂❤️

@mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

I know that we haven't written that much... but Kuron's writing style challenges me and I just love writing challenges. I still have a lot to learn but I quite enjoy when I need to squeeze my brain to match with writing like his. So, I'm very grateful that Kuron is willing to write with me too.

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

(( I'm sucker for romance, can't be helped. Sorry, not sorry about that. Writing romantic scenes just makes my heart bounce faster... and well, let's face it, smut as part of it too. I truly love slow burn romance where things develop at their own pace and you just sit there and wish the couple would kiss already. And when they finally do, it's awesome. I love struggles and a little bit chaos but crave the happy ending too.

Of course, I also enjoy other kind of relationship dynamics. Not everything needs to be about romance. Family relationships just melt my heart (I just would love to have more Mukami family interactions 🥺).

I love friendship things too. Yuriko has such amazing friendships with other OCs and I love that! It's always so much fun to write those.

And I have to admit that I kind of like the dynamic Yuriko has with the Sakamakis. I don't know if it could be called antagonistic but anyway. It's intriguing how they treat Yuriko, so different than the Mukamis, obviously. If we don't count a certain "Mukami Laito" who treats her even worse at times. Though, funny enough, also much better than the Sakamakis. Yeah, it's complicated, okay?.

13. what themes/motifs do you hope other people notice most about your character?

(( Hmm... I don't want to interpretate too much but let the people find their own views of Yuriko... But I guess the loneliness that Yuriko has could be this kind of thing. It affects her deeply. She isn't just being dramatic but she really yearns for people who don't leave her. She develops strong attachments to people who let her close enough. And sometimes she lets them treat her badly just because she loves them and doesn't want to lose them. I'm not saying it's healthy behavior but it is how she is.

On the lighter side, being half kitsune is part of Yuriko's character. For example scents are important to her, so she probably sniffs the new people she meets. I try bring small things of her kitsune side to the interactions every now and then. I don't know if people notice that but it would be nice if they do.

[mymindwide]

I’m gonna heal you

Pairing: Ashton x Female reader

Word count: 2059

Warning: none, this is full on fluff with one mention of a prevoius sexual encounter.

Summary: Your boyfriend fell sick, and you’ll see a side of him you haven’t before, while you two share cute moments because of it.

Author’s Note: It was written more than a year ago. Again something I didn’t think I’ll post, but here we are. :) (If you bump into any grammar mistakes, I apologise in advance, that’s because english is not my native language.) Nevermind, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

***

You have a very bad habit, but at least you’re getting better and better while practicing it.

For a while now when you wake up earlier than Ashton (which is almost every single day), and give him his morning kiss he doesn’t even notice it, and you like it that way. Whatever body part you can reach – it always depends on what position he’s sleeping in at the moment of your waking. Sometimes it’s one of his cheeks, sometimes a shoulder, his neck, his forehead. You couldn’t explain why it’s so important to you, maybe you’re just weird, and like watching and admiring him while he sleeps. Knowing how hard they work, it just feels good to see him not worrying about anything and just having a well-deserved rest, even for a few hours.

But this morning something didn’t feel right, not like usually. As your mouth gently touched his temple, his skin felt strangely hot against your lips. You knew you should check it again, but the thought itself made you sweat, because you were not sure he wouldn’t wake up this time. But you convinced yourself pretty quickly that it’s for the good of him, and if he runs a temperature indeed, he needs to wake up anyway to take something in as soon as possible.

You leaned back again and pressed your lips against his temple, and then you tried it with the back of your right hand while your left one checked your own forehead for comparison. Miraculously he didn’t wake up, or leastways didn’t show any sign of will to move or open his eyes, his breathing remained steady, although at this point you wouldn’t even care, because he definitely had fever. Murmuring a low “fuck”, you headed for the bathroom to pick up the thermometer and went back with it to the seemingly sleeping boyfriend.

“Sweetie, just keep it there and do not move, please. We have to measure your temperature” you put the thermometer in his armpit.

He muttered something with his eyes still closed, but on one hand, you didn’t understand, on the other hand you left him there to check what medication you have in the bathroom cabinet. You were happy to acknowledge that you were fully prepared for such disasters, albeit since you moved in with him, thankfully, you didn’t even need to open the medicine box.

You had a slight guess about the possible outcome of this fever measurement, therefore with quick steps you ran to the kitchen to make a tea for your newfound patient. Coming back you put the tea on the nightstand and reached for the thermometer to reveal the truth. 102,2 Fahrenheit.

“Double fuck” escaped your lips as you looked at the display of the digital thermometer.

“Do we have to? I’m not feeling too well” came a drawn-out groan from Ashton.

“No shit Sherlock…” but of course this assumption made you smile. “I wasn’t talking about wanting to fuck. I’m talking about you having a fever. 102,2 °F actually.”

“Oh” this seemingly woke him up as he pushed himself up on the bed.

“Whatever you were planning to do today with the guys, it is out of the question now. And take these in” dropping an antipyretic and painkiller pill on his palm you gave him the now not so hot cup of tea you’d made.

“Yeah I guess so. I’ll tell them” he said before swallowing the pills.

“I’ll be here if you need anything” you indicated the living room. “Lay back and try to take a rest or sleep back” you pecked his forehead.

You turned back from the doorway just to look at him once again, and the cutest sight caught hold of your eyes. Or leastwise your sick girlfriend heart considered it cute… he was sitting in the same position you left him a few seconds ago and just stared in front of him, wasn’t even blinking, you could almost see his brain still processing the info that he most likely got sick. End of the world. You felt for him, you really did, but he looked so lost it was cute. He looked adorably useless and that’s certainly something you have not seen him yet.

For you the bright side of the situation is that at least you really can be here and look after him, since last night you could cook while he was out with his friends. In the background you heard him run a shower.

“So much for resting… but at least it’ll help him cool that body temperature down a bit, so after all it’s not a bad idea at all” you thought.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch and already decided you’ll watch a movie that is entertaining enough to switch off your brain for a few hours, and you exactly knew which one is the perfect choice that meets your high expectations and requirements.

While you were considering your options Ash finished with the shower too and joined you in the living room wearing his leisure pants and a clean white t-shirt.

“Is everything okay? I mean besides the obvious.” you tilted your head back against the sofa backrest to look up at him.

“I have a headache and I start feeling my throat.”

“Sounds like the definition of miserable.”

“Right?! Thank you.”

“Would you like to join me?” you smiled at him grabbing a pillow from the couch that you laid on your lap tapping it a few times.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; picking up the plush blanket which is constantly lying at the end of the sofa he laid down, wrapped himself under the blanket; his head resting on the pillow in your lap, his posture facing the TV. Your fingers, as a pavlovian reflex, dived into his gorgeous hair, whisking away a few stray curls from his face.

“And what are we doing?”

“I was about to watch the greatest movie of all time.”

“The Pursuit of Happyness?”

“Nope, Avengers: Infinity War.”

“That Hiddleston again.”

“Hon, you know he’s going to be killed off in the 10th minute into the movie, right?” you had to laugh.

“Good. He deserves it.”

“What is it? Do I hear jealousy?” you got bloody happy and started enjoying your conversation even more.

“Abslttthhaa nauh” he mumbled something under his nose that reminded you of absolutely not.

"Last time I checked it's not him who's lying on my lap dying."

"Lucky for him, cuz that'd be the last thing he does..."

“Ashton, you’re killing me” you couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Wasn’t kidding.”

“I know” you grinned as your thumb stroked his cheek.

This new Ashton entertained you more and more. You leaned forward to blow tiny kisses on his temple and yoke bone leading a path to his ear.

“Also, last time I checked it wasn’t him who had his way with me on the kitchen counter the other day…” the tip of your nose brushed his ear as you whispered and the mention of your latest lovemaking made a smug smile spread across his face. “And do you know what else I remember?! I remember moaning a three letter name, but it wasn’t Tom… help me out… oh wait, that’s it, it was Ash...” you were trying to add a slight annoyance to the tone of your voice.

“Convinced enough?”

“I have no strength to disagree” reaching back for your right hand to take it in his, he towed it to his lips and planted a kiss on your wrist. Without saying anything he interlaced your fingers and just pulled it to his chest. As if his grumpiness had been cut off, he nestled a bit to find the perfect and most comfortable position, then got fully relaxed and your left hand slipped back into his hair to caress and massage his scalp, to play with his soft black locks.

“Alright, play it, I want to see if he resurrects for the millionth time” he egged you to press the play button to start the movie.

“Oh, we’ll see…” you smiled insinuatingly.

“You’re just joking, right?” he turned his head upwards to look at you. “No, you’re not. They just can’t get rid of that guy, can they?”

“Get comfortable baby, two and a half hour fun just awaits for us” you winked.

Although you watched the movie together, you were pretty sure Ash's thoughts were going somewhere else since you weren’t even like 40 minutes in, when he started playing with your fingers. Your eyes jumped back and forth from the TV to your hands, but eventually your attention ended up on what he was doing. His fingertips grazed your palm and fingers with slow, tender and deliberate moves; it felt intimate like never before, as if he touched your hand for the first time, he went from finger to finger, as if he wanted to get to know and memorize the shape of your hand, the feel of your skin.

Your first thought was “if he won’t stop I’m gonna cry”. But he didn’t stop and eventually and surprisingly you did not cry either, although this scene undoubtedly made you quite emotional, because you haven’t seen him this cuddly in a long time. He’s an affectionate man, but definitely not a clinging one. And you really enjoyed this situation; sometimes you crave this kind of attention like air.

A few more minutes have passed during which your focus returned back to the screen. You felt his hand stopped playing with yours, and with his eyes closing shut he turned over and nuzzling his face close to your belly he fell asleep pretty quickly. Getting your right hand back, now it could rest on his waist, while your other hand could keep caressing his hair, neck, shoulder, just with extra carefulness not wanting to wake him up.

By the end of the movie he still laid on your lap breathing smoothly, and watching him made you think about him being such a positive force. Not only in your life but so many others’, as well. Family, friends, members of other bands whom they met only sporadically…  You loved listening to their stories about Ash being nice and thoughtful and polite. That’s how he treats people in general, even strangers. It’s so effortless for him, yet you have no idea how he does that.  Always thinks about making others happy, but is he happy? Do you make him happy? You can only hope, because he deserves the world. At this point, an unpleasant feeling put a stop to your train of thought.

As much as you didn’t want to do it, and wished to stay like this forever, it was time for you to stand up since you started feeling your legs getting numb after sitting stock-still for the last two and a half hours.

“Ash” leaning over his face you started caressing his cheek with your nose.

Your technic was clearly successful, because he slowly turned over nuzzling his nose against yours demanding more contact. You kissed his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth, while he enjoyed the love showering on him.

Soon your lips met in very light kisses that became needier with every touch from Ashton’s side, as you felt his tongue brush over your upper lip. Your heart ached but you had to pull back an inch ending the connection between your lips resulting in a dissatisfied moan escaping his lips.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but if we go into this deeper, you may risk losing your nurse to a deadly disease” you whispered smiling on his lips.

“I’ll make it up to you… in a few days… when I get better” he said sleepily.

“Make up for what?”

“For the canceled double fuck.”

“I can’t with you, Irwin. I swear to you I’ll lock you up in the bedroom until you sleep enough.” you had to laugh tho.

“But you love me.”

“Yes, yes I do. What a correct observation.”

“Good, because I love you, too.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now come Captain Obvious, let’s sleep a bit more.”

And with this you took his hand in yours and led him into the paradise of peacefulness that is your hospital room for the next few days.

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hi ao idk if your matchups are still open but I would just like to send mine just in case and if you they are closed, could you do mine when you open them?🥺 ANYWAYS. Imma introduce myself :)

My name is Cecilia, and my pronouns are she/they! I am a Aries, im Bi and im a ENFP. When it comes to the physical aspects, I am 5'8, I have brown hair, brown eyes and I have freckles on my face. Also I'm kinda blind lol I use glasses bc I can't see shit without them ���. I'm chubby and I have the fear of accidentally squishing people if I sit on their laps or if they carry me 😀. When someone meets me for the first time you will either get the first impression that im a rude and sarcastic person that doesn't care about anyone and I will kill you OR I am one of the nicest human beings that you will ever meet on the planet earth. There isn't really a in-between. BUT, usually when I warm up to people I can be really chaotic and fun, tho I am really sarcastic so people really won't be able to save themselves from my snarky remarks :) . I really like to listen to music, read, ride my bike,, write poetry, play video games and watch movies (preferably romantic movies or horror movies). I also enjoy learning new languages and for now I speak 3 (Spanish (which is my native one), English and Russian. I'm trying to learn Japanese). I hate strawberries and thunderstorms. UwU idk if you take preferences for what characters people want for matchups, but my preferences are yaku, suna, yamaguchi, or akaashi.

Ok thanks ily and take care! 🥺💓

@scftfairyking

Romantic Matchup

Suna Rintarou

A/N Ok so he was actually a candidate for your matchups so when you said he was one of your preferences I was like why not 👀

How Y’all Met

So you we’re actually Atsumus gaming buddy

You guys were a very chaotic duo 😊

but you guys would often just play video games together

So when Suna ACTUALLY agreed to come play video games at his house with him

He thought he would invite you too

Yk for shits and giggles

Things started off pretty smoothly

Y’all just played Mario kart together

Then the smack talk started...

You started throwing little jabs about Sunas playing

Which started to rile him up

Causing the game to get a little...intense

Honestly Atsumu didn’t even know what was happening anymore

One minute y’all were laughing together

But now you could cut the tension with a knife

Eventually it was just you and suna going head to head in the game

Unfortunately a text from your parents distracted you for a split second and he won 😔

You had to go home anyways so you started to pack your stuff

But before leaving the house you pointed at suna and said

“Nice playing, but you just got lucky. I’ll beat you next time”

And left

If you had stayed a little longer you would’ve seen the pink that dusted Sunas cheeks 👀

Before he took his leave he asked suna for your number

Which earned him a couple of teases from the blonde twin

But in the end he got it

And the first thing he sent you was a challenge to 8 ball

And the text

“You said you’d beat me next time, so let’s see about that”

Which began the start of your glorious friendship

Eventuality poor Atsumu got replaced as your gamer buddy

And suna took his place 👀

Suna had feelings for you since he first met you

But never said anything

But a certain blabber mouth twin did...

Atsumu had noticed how much you two we’re hanging out

So being the little snitch he is ratted his friend out

He literally just flat out told you that suna liked you

This info was obviously a little shocking

But you wouldn’t deny that you were a little pleased 👀

You’ve also developed feelings for suna

So YOU confessed to HIM

And of course he agreed 🙄

What They Love About You

He loves how sassy you are

This mans can be a sassy little shit too

So it’s cool that he found someone who can match his energy

And take a couple of teases every now and then

Awww

He loves your freckles

He legit thinks their the cutest thing ever

Oh and he LOVES your height

It’s just perfect in comparison to his

Hugs are never awkward yk

Favorite Things To Do Together

Omg

He loves to watch horror movies with you

Like full on horror movie marathons

Oof and god forbid you actually get scared

Because first of all he’ll tease the shit out of you

But then he’ll go on about how he’ll “protect you”

He still likes to play video games with you!

But be warned...

These moments get VERY competitive

He also just likes to chill with you and listen to music

Every time you do that you get to pick a song then he gets to pick a song

Fun timessss

Random Hc

His favorite horror movie is The Shining

For ONE reason only

Because you always get a little jittery after watching it

So he loves to just pop out from behind a corner and yell

HERES JOHNNY

He honestly thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

He was this 🤏 close to beating the s h i t out of Atsumu for telling you how he felt

But he didn’t

Cause he ended up with you ❤️

He will literally pick you up outta NOWHERE

just to get a reaction out of you 🥲

Astrology

When Aries and Aquarius come together in a love match, the combination of Aquarius vision and Aries action makes them a highly creative pair.

Their relationship is anything but static; they can be competitive, but life with these two is never dull!

Zodiac Signs that are two apart tend to have a special connection, and these are no exception.

They are great friends as they communicate really well.

They have a special understanding of one another’s idealistic, enthusiastic outlook on life.

They both crave excitement and new experiences — the wilder and stranger, the better.

They’re both into thrills and showing off.

Many Aries-Aquarius relationships are based on mutual admiration.

Aries loves how unique Aquarius is, their inventive vision of the world; Aquarius loves Aries for their energy and initiative — Aquarius gets new ideas all the time but sometimes finds it hard to carry them out.

Since both Signs prize independence, Aries’s tendency toward possessiveness can push Aquarius to become aloof or detached as a self-preservation tactic.

Though they have that special connection, they do see the world in very different lights, which they both need to understand.

Aries can be too involved for Aquarius’s taste, and Aquarius in turn may be too unpredictable for Aries.

As it turns out, Aquarius is the one Sign that has Aries beat when it comes to spontaneity!

As long as both partners reassure each other that the relationship is important and secure, things will be just fine.

Overall Aesthetic

Grunge

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Verbatim - Mother Mother

DVD - Robbie Jet

IFHY - Tyler The Creater

[zuskarumoto]

Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by an awesome simmer @aleksa-sims

Nickname: Vonnie (Zuskarumoto is just a fun name I created)

Zodiac: Pisces-Aries cusp

Height: 5′10

Last movie I saw: Mortal Kombat (2021)

Last thing I googled: "How to keep your snapchat story engaging” & Pokemon Weakness  😭

Song stuck in my head: Usher Love in this club part 2 for some odd reason

Other blogs: I have another one with 1k followers i dont use it because im focusing on this account. Followers are more engaging on this one and im focusing on my Game blogging. 

Blogs following: 74

Amount of sleep: i aim for 8 hours. I’m always in bed around 10, and up by 8 or 9 am.

Lucky number: 4

What am I wearing:  a black “Boyz in the Hood” t shirt and black basketball shorts.

Dream job: To be a Famous Actor. I always craved the life of the rich and famous. I admire celebrities and their abilities to influence others. I have alot of wisdom, insight and experience I would love to share with the world i just don’t know how.

Dream trip: I feel at home on the beach so anywhere tropical with a view and unlimited booze. I would love to stay in a luxurious beachside villa.

Languages: English is my native tongue. I learned Spanish in high school and im okay at it, i know tiny bits and pieces of Japanese, Russian, German.

Oceanside or mountains?: Oceanside

Do you play an instrument: Vocals ! i did vocals on and off my school years. i lost interest eventually but I will never forget my lessons.

(Current) favourite song: I prefer music without words. People speak too much lies and feed false fantasies. I like jazz, Chillhop, Lofi, 90′s Citypop (90′s jpop)

Random fact: I’m often perceived as arrogant, cocky, full of myself, self centered, Troll etc, but im really a kind person. I meditate, i practice yoga, I’m a good listener,  and i’m an amazing Friend. Yes we all have our dark sides to us i mean whos perfect ?

describe yourself as (an) aesthetic thing(s): hmm. a Phone case. The phone case depends on your taste. You need it to protect your phone from breaking. even though you may not notice the phone case all the time, its always there. Protecting your phone. Until you break it and cant use it anymore Yes i’m philosophical. 

I tag: @rainytea2day @stef-gallery @thefanboyofashittonofthings @aaron-the-blm-ver-ka @spyrosenpai @katmk36 @pixelatedmemory @hankofthesims @izziesims @maxisfan423 @miasimxo @eifl 

I know many have already made a similar tag game, so please feel free to ignore, if you don’t like! :)

[hellothere-generalangsty]

HI BABEEEEE may i ask 15, 30 and 31 for the ask game thingy??? hope u have a great day today love uuuuu alwaysssss. mwahmwah

-ari ✨

Hiiiii my lovely sweet! How are you doing on this fine day? 🌌

15. Personality description

Anxious. 😂😂

Perfectionist, hard-working, I'd say smart because I'm always craving knowledge and love to learn stuff, I hope kind and understanding, emotional and passionate.

I'd say that Tech and Wrecker are close to who I am; I'm always ready for a good laugh ans try to enjoy things and be positive and logical; but sometimes I'm closer to Crosshair or Fives in the way that, like Crosshair, I may have a cold facade (people told me I looked like I wanted to k-word them. For real they said that. I guess I have that kind of resting bitch face 😂) and, like Fives, I tend to act on stuff before taking the time to think about it and sometimes end up hurting myself in the process.

But yeah. I'm always trying to be polite, respectful, understanding; and by all mean always try to put everyone else first (now the thing is I have to learn how to do that while also protecting myself)

30. Favorite TV show(s)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars! I really love this show it made me fall in love even more with Star Wars and, somehow through all that pain, I find comfort. And a family.

I also really love The Prince Dragon I can't wait for season 4!

Avatar: The Last Airbender also like. This show is 10/10 definitely recommend. I wish we had more show like this one tbh like- imagine, with Polynesian people, or Latino-American/ Native people you know. Like I absolutely love that because I learn a lot of things and it also helps preserving the memory and even help spread more knowledge and awareness so that's great honestly!

Love, Death and Robots too. That show is AMAZING. Mind-Blowing. I could watch it over and over again because it's just so cool. (My favs episodes so far are the one with the Russians, Tall Grass, and the one from V1 in the desert 🥰)

You'll also notice I absolutely love animated stuff right. 😂

31. 3 random facts

I am eating fruits as we speak. now, that info is important because. It's in my grandparents' garden. And this place? Heaven on earth. There are sOOO MANY FRUITS. I'm eating blackberries as we speak, but my all time favorite fruit are raspberries.

These fruits. MAMA. Holy. Blessed. Magnificent. The only good thing on this planet. (I'm exaggerating, but also no.)

Then huuu I practice 5 languages. Fluently French and English, rusty but kinda good German, currently learning French Sign Language in school and Romanian by myself.

I also know a few words in Italian, Spanish, Russian and Maori, but does it count? 😂

And last but not least, some jellyfishes are considered immortal. Like- technically, if they don't get killed or get deadly sick, they won't die because they cells are constantly regenerating and so when they get old the cells regenerates and turn them back to being young again. And it's a continuous cycle.

Humans are studying it to work on "youth cream" like anti wrinkle kind of stuff. Primitive behaviour, as expected of their species. 😂

[iggyalfi2319]

Between Borrower and Giant

BBAG: X/2/? - A/N A little idea I had on my mind after reading different G/T stories and different perspective. And I thought, “Why not crossing the perspecives in one story?”

The storyline isn’t really solid and expect me to use OCs and weird ideas. The scaling might fail me a lot, I’m not good at size appreciation ^^;

I’m all ears if you have questions or suggestion.

I hope I won’t drop it like other countless stories I gave up from laziness and block -_-; Also, English isn’t my native language, don’t be mad...

Hai, I stop rambling and let you enjoy that thingy.

=====BBAG=====

Giant: (noun) a person or thing of unusually great size

Tiny: (adjective) very small.

Borrower: (noun)  One who takes what belongs to another, and uses it as their own

Everything is just a question of perspective.

Patton hummed softly as he was cleaning his little cozy home.

It was located somewhere in the forest, few minutes away from the nearest town. He enjoyed the peace and calm from his place even though he kind of craved other’s company. Sometimes, he could be touch starving, causing him to be very clingy toward his friends.

Yet, he gladly enjoyed some time for himself in his little home too.

Being the “Dad” of the crew could be pretty tiresome.

Sometimes, he felt that he was abused for his kindness. He gave and gave. While he didn’t get much in return.

*tunk*

Patton got pulled out of his reverie when he heard a familiar clatter.

He quietly went to the kitchen while trying to contain his excitment of getting the visit of his favourite little guest.

Virgil came out from the teapot that was actually a secret entry specially made for him. The original hole in the wall being too small for him, he had widened it and hidden it behind a broken teapot, so he just had to lift up the cap for getting in or out from the pot/entry.

You see, Virgil was “slightly” bigger than the few Borrowers that Patton had caught the sight of before. The bigger male was curious about it, but the emo generally avoided the topic.

Patton got on his knees and slowly crept in the kitchen before watching Virgil dropping his bag outside of the pot and pushing the cap back to its place. Then he hopped down from his porcelaine perch, dusting himself off.

He looked around, noticing that the place was unusally quiet at this time.

“Odd...” He muttered. “Maybe Patton went out -”

“PEEK A BOO!”

Patton jumped out of his hiding spot, scaring the shitz outta the poor emo.

“UWAH!” Virgil yelled and fell on his butt. “HOLY FRIGGING SKET, PATTON!”

He grasped his chest, his heart beating like crazy.

“Oh I’m sorry kiddo!” Patton panicked. “I just wanted to surprise you...”

“Just don’t do it again...” Virgil muttered, trying to calm down.

“Any way I can help? Do you want some water?” Patton asked sheepishly.

“Go for water...” The tiny male answered, using the 4-7-8 breathing technique.

The young fatherly man went to fetch the small cup he got from a doll sized tea set he got specially for Virgil. While he knew he couldn’t force him to stay with him, he wanted at least to enjoy some time together. Virgil started to openly interact with him not this long ago, heck, Patton knew that the Borrower was still a bit weary around him. There was some days where the emo would sneak in, unannounced. Probably for taking some emergency stuff. In these occasions, Patton would pretend not to acknoledge him, despite really wanting to. He prefered avoiding raising up Virgil’s stress level. Though, that didn’t keep Patton from ostensibly leaving the needed objects or food.

“Here your water kiddo.” He came back with the little cup. “I brought some cookies too.”

He had been practicing on making smaller portions. Virgil’s unusually big small size made things slightly easier. If it was for standard Borrowers, making even smaller pieces would be too complicated. Especially with Patton’s bad eyesight.

Virgil thanked him before drinking up the cup. Then he picked up a cookie. To him, it was the size of a plate. He broke it into smaller pieces before eating it up.

“How is it?” Patton asked. “Do you feel better?”

“These are delicious, big guy!” Virgil moaned softly at the taste. “I feel a lot better already.” Patton gasped in delight, stars in his eyes while the smaller male finished off his cookie.

“You’ll have to thank Cara for giving me her recipe.” The glassed man chuckled softly.

He looked at the emo sitting on the counter, letting out a small sight.

Slowly but surely, he moved his hand.

As expected, Virgil watched his movements.

“M...May I?” he slowly approached his hand toward him.

The doll sized male leaned carefully against it.

Patton tried not to squeal in happiness.

Virgil was like a wild animal. Very hard to gain his trust and so easy to break.

The tallest gently ruffled the smallest’s hair with his thumb. The Borrower closed his eyes, enjoying it.

They stayed like that in silence, savouring the moment.

Patton must admit he loved Virgil’s company more than anyone else’s. For Virgil, Patton was someone nice to have around, even if he was a bit suffocating sometime. But that was a part of his personality, so he accepted it even though he voiced out or showed his discomfort, knowing that Patton would step back.

Soon, the Borrower moved away from the hand. Patton whined softly but he didn’t protest.

“I have a present for you, from the kids.” Virgil ruffled in his bag.

“Really?!” Patton bounced excitedly.

He had a soft spot for children. When he learned from Virgil that he was in a foster family with 8 kids, Patton wanted to know everything about them! Heck, he even wanted to meet them. Of course, Virgil downright refused. At first from the lack of trust toward the big guy. But then, from the dangerosity. From the travel from their place to Patton’s house, or from the hostile environment that Virgil had experienced himself.

While Patton pretty much immediately welcomed Virgil and the Borrower slowly growing close to him, he really didn’t like Patton’s friends and did everything to stay hidden from them. So bringing children was out of question.

Virgil pulled out was seemed to be a blanket to him, which ended up being like a small tissue in Patton’s palm.

“That was the biggest sheets they could get.” The emo scratched the back of his head. “Cara helped sewing them together.”

Patton vaguely hummed, admiring the artwork.

It represented one big purple and black person, a couple standing next to them, smaller in size, then 8 smaller figures surrounding the big purple one. The details in the lineart was impressive, and even the slightly crooked coloring was beautiful. “For Mister P” was written on the top of the artwork. “Mister P?” Patton chuckled.

“W...Well I wanted to keep it vague at that time...” Virgil sputtered. “But I promise I’ll consider introducing you properly to them...one day...”

“I’ll be looking for it.” Patton lightly petted him.

Virgil blushed lighlty.

“Guess who is here, Padre ~!”

Both of Patton and Virgil jumped out of their skin at the ceremoniously booming voice of one of Patton’s friend, Roman.

“It’s time for me to leave.” Virgil stood up. “Thanks for the cookie.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for the night?” Patton asked, a bit disappointed.

“I have people waiting for me...” Virgil mumbled, packing the cookies in his bag, as well as some foil, toothpicks and other knickknacks that Patton would probably not need anymore.

Patton scooped him and brought him to the teapot.

“I guess I’ll see you later, big guy.” Virgil saluted.

“See ya, kiddo.” Patton smiled.

“Patton are you here?” Roman called.

Said glassed man just had the time to put down the cap on the pot.

“In here, Ro, I’m coming!” He called back, preciously cradling the present given by the Borrower.

“Ha! There you are.” Roman let out a princey huff.

Logan was apparantly here too.

“Greeting Patton.” He nodded slightly, before noticing the piece of fabric that Patton was holding. “What is this?”

“It’s a present from a little guest.” The father smiled

Logan and Roman eyed him suspiciously, but Patton was too busy admiring it to notice.

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Virgil flew throught the forest, swinging his hooks from tree to tree like Spiderman. He had a long way to go and night was already falling.

While he enjoyed his little time with Patton, he cursed himself for not leaving sooner.

Cara, the foster mother, was surely waiting for him, a pan in her hand.

Though, she was used to it. Even before Virgil, because her husband, Amos, was the one going in the Giants’ realm for borrowing. He was the one who taught everything to Virgil.

The young man wondered how Amos could do that during so many years, especially when he was franckly smaller than him.

Soon, the trees were getting smaller and smaller, when Virgil reached the other realm.

Time for the change of perspective.

Virgil knew that he was near home, when the trees were just a few feet bigger than him.

He reeled back his hooks in his bag before continuing by foot, slowly heading toward the big old shacks, patched up here and there. Signs of expansions were very obvious.

A blonde woman around her 50s with glasses and green eyes, wearing a pastel green dress with a yellow apron and sandals was waiting for him outside, her hands on her hips.

“Hi Cara...” Virgil looked down at her.

“Virgil Andersen! What took you so long!” She said sternly.

Though her expression softened pretty quickly when he winced at her tone.

“Amos and I were worried sick, and the kids wanted to wait for you before goint to bed.”

“Because I’m technically their bed, right?” Virgil snorted.

“Don’t be so cocky young man.” She scolded him. “Amos was even about to get you himself.”

“What?” Virgil’s eyes widened. “But it’s dangerous!”

“Hey, don’t forget who taught you everything, kid.”

A man also around 50s with wild blond hair, a thick beard, greyish blue eyes and dressed like a lumberman joined them, dragging some logs.

“Since you’re here, get them on the pile before we can finally go to sleep.”

Virgil easily scooped up the logs and put them with the others.

Amos opened the entry made for Virgil, meaning the whole front walls in two big doors.

The shack was big enough in width for him to live in but slightly cramped up because it wasn’t high enough for him to stand in.

The young man shuffled inside on his knees, careful not to knock down anthing. Of course, the furnitures were pushed against the walls so Virgil could easily move around, but years of living here made him an expert in twisting and avoinding objects. Very useful when you live with messy and mischevious children.

He let his bag in the entry, Amos saying they would take care of it tomorrow before shuffling to the sleeping area.

The floor was a giant mattress and above there was 8 hammocks.

Assuming that the youngest inhabitants were asleep, Virgil carefully stripped down to his shirt and boxers before lying on the mattress. He couldn’t fully lie down, and shuffled as quietly as possible to find a comfortable position.

Suddenly -

“Virgil is back!”

“Get him! Get him!”

“Finally!”

8 smaller figures fell on him.

“Oof! Hey, slow down!” He groaned as the kids crowded him.

“So you went to visit Mister P?” One who looked like a younger version of Amos asked. “Tell us! tell us!”

“Did he like the present?” A red haired girl who seemed to be a native American piped up.

Are you two getting close? a voice rang through everyone’s head as a white haired girl had galaxy like eyes glowing softly.

The kids snickered at the thought while Virgil sputtered.

“What make you think that!” He hid his face.

“So it’s true?” a brown haired boy jumped in.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Virgil huffed and plucked them off him.

He set them in their respective hammocks.

“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Now, good night!”

He curled up and started to drift off.

When he heard a soft “THUMP”, before feeling a small weight against his torso.

He opened an eye, noticing that the smallest of the children as nestled up against him.

Soon, another child joined.

Then another.

Then another.

Till all the children were all cuddling him, peacefully asleep.

Virgil sighed soflty and protectively curled up around them.

Between Borrower and Giant, the 20ft tall emo had to find his place in this two opposite worlds.

=====BBAG=====

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[imagine-loki]

Stubborn Independence

TITLE: Stubborn Independence 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 2/10

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.

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Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.

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Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach? 

AUTHOR’S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin’s company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki’s plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

A loud booming call for Loki made his stomach upset. The rapping of knocks and another call for Loki to join him made Loki growl.

“Brother! Come out and socialize!”

There were other voices in the common area as the main door shut loudly.

“We are all in our sleepwear so come out!” Thor was silent for a moment and Loki could hear voices of all his brother’s friends talking and laughing. Thor yelled through the door again, “I will get you out of there.”

Loki set his book down with care accompanied by a sigh. Loki checked his appearance and made adjustments. When he opened the door Thor’s cheerful face received a glare. Thor gripped Loki’s shoulder and pulled him towards the living room. More people were there than Loki had heard and noticed all the new faces. 

A short but plump body caught his eye. Then the brown hair that was still able to catch some of the fading sun set that shone through the windows. Of course, the one person who he bumped into caught his attention. As if she felt his gaze, her eyes turned to him with a glance then back to Sif. The woman did a double take and stared at him with her mouth parted.

“No way.”

Loki saw the words form on her lips and he swore he could hear them.

Thor whispered, “do you know her?”

Loki turned to face Thor in an attempt to escape, “We bumped into each other earlier.”

Thor laughed lightly to himself, “you are the one to break her phone.” Thor spoke as he rolled forward on his feet, “Trust me. Drop the entire situation. She doesn’t take anyone’s help.”

The flicker of Thor’s eyes made Loki’s heart drop. Loki hissed, “I know that look. Stop it.”

Thor waved Fandral over and he quickly went to them once Thor winked and waved to Loki’s entire body.

Fandral asked with a grin, “Which one tickled his fancy?”

Thor purposely clapped Loki’s shoulder, talked slightly above a whisper as he stood beside him. “Sirena.”

Loki understood the purpose in the movement because Fandral’s eyes were able to follow Thor and easily go to Sirena’s form behind them. Fandral’s face lightened with a huge smile. “The bigger figures are nice to hold. I must say they are very soft.”

“What?- no. It’s not like that. I bumped into her and I offered to replace her phone.”

Fandral’s eyes flickered a bit to the other side of Loki with a huge smile, “oh dear boy.” His head rose and hand patted Loki’s arm, “move on.”

Loki hissed lowly, “It is not like that!”

Thor nudged Loki, “It could be.”

Loki glared at Thor, who’s head tilted towards Sirena that was passing by.

Fandral gently lead Sirena towards Loki.

Sirena’s eyes met Loki and time stilled. All the organs in his body stilled for a horrifying moment and his body worked hard to make his mind function. It was rushing with heat that made his hands sweat. Loki played with his hands by pure habit of nerves. A learned behavior to attempt to rid the sweat off his hands.

“Sirena! This is my little brother, Loki! I hear you BUMPED into each other.”

Fandral smiled brightly, “Loki is a great guy. Very intelligent. He actually got the one scholarship…” Fandral waved to Loki to pull information.

Loki could not believe this was happening. This was not going to go well at all. “The honors scholarship.” Loki cursed the involuntary nervous swallow after. 

Sirena’s face turned towards Fandral’s who switched from an unbelievable expression to the charming one with a bright smile to Sirena again. “Yes the Honors scholarship. He has two majors, business and something with computers.”

Loki corrected Fandral, “Business Management and Computer Science.”

Sirena’s eyes went to Loki’s and a smile threatened to fully form on those lips.

Thor clapped Loki’s back with a huge smile, “always learning a billion things a day.”

Sirena smiled with direct eye contact, “soon you will know all of the world’s secrets then?”

With a glance at the apparent wingmen, Loki tentatively smiled, “there are still over 6,000 languages I need to learn. But sure.”

Those beautiful eyes widened and a huge smile overtook her face, “Perhaps you could teach me a few. I would love to learn a few songs in a different languages.”

With an attempt to keep the conversation moving, “Casual listener or musician?”

“Musician. -well. Kinda.?” The one side of her face crinkled dramatically in a thoughtful expression. “I am in the Musical Therapist major.” Her eyes stayed focused elsewhere.

Loki’s butterflies fluttered in his chest, “Than a musician. I would think you play for others?”

Her smile hesitantly returned with her eyes back on Loki, “it is mostly just little bars and hopefully soon practice in group therapy sessions. Everyone participates to a certain degree in the sessions.”

Thor spoke up and gestured to Sirena, “Mother said there were going to be music therapy groups this semester at the medical building.”

Loki watched as Sirena’s head tilted to the side slightly. “Who is your mother again?”

Thor smiled, “Frigga Odinson.”

“Ooohh. The chairperson for the medical majors. She is the nicest person I have ever met in my life. Also most patient and best at time management- she is my academic advisor too.”

Fandral teased with a small nudge, “don’t you have like, a billion jobs?”

Sirena returned the nudge a little harsher, “some people learn a billion things in different ways.” Her hair got a little out of place but she moved it with no care.

Fandral winked, “Well then are you still able to model?”

Sirena groaned, “you didn’t.”

Fandral smiled brightly.

Sirena pushed him away, “You ass! I’m going to quit.”

Fandral teased, “That art class would be dull and boring without you as a subject.”

Loki froze again.

There was no way he was going to be able to draw her. A quick glance down her body made the nerves leak out his hands. She had full breasts that gave ample cleavage from beneath the the long sleeved v-neck. Her waist distinguished with a slight inward curve and a small protruding belly. Her hips were wide and thighs that definitely looked soft… Loki’s eyes took interest in the drinks on the counter.

Fandral’s voice pulled Loki from his mind. “You agree Loki?”

Loki looked into the little circle of conversation, “what?”

Fandral smiled, “did you really think an art class would not have real models?”

Sirena crossed her arms, “Don’t get so excited Fandral. The least you will ever see me in is professional, plain bra and underwear. Besides, sometimes I get draped with some sort of cloth or clothing.”

“Such a pity.” Fandral laughed loudly at the rough shove. “I deserved that.” Fandral kept the step away to let Sif in. “I really think you have the anger of a wasp nest if you are poked wrong.”

In a quick movement Sif stepped back and Sirena whacked Fandral. 

Fandral yelped and flinched at the slap on his arm, “women slaps sting so much worse.”

Sirena smiled cheerfully, “just a small wasp sting.”

Fandral stepped further away and Sif stepped in again. There was an announcement that a movie was going to start soon. Sirena, Volstagg, as well as a few others left to make more popcorn in the kitchen.

Thor hugged Loki, “that was great brother!”

Fandral shrugged, “well. It was a little rough, but through some coaching from yours truly. Loki will have a date soon enough.”

Loki jumped in to halt the conversation, “no..”

Fandral continued as if Loki said nothing, “Sirena is somewhat a rare breed of women. She refuses all and any help. Even gifts. We know you are not exactly on a good foot right now with the whole, "I can get you any phone” thing. So Loki my friend she is not what you are used too.“

Loki hissed, "What’s that supposed to mean? That I am not her type?”

The wingmen and Sif exchanged looks.

Sif spoke for everyone, “yes.”

Thor seemed to feel Loki’s hidden hopes deflate, “Loki. You are completely different than who you were when we were younger. Your gifts now are… just items to appease. A woman like Sirena craves sincerity, and sentimental moments to remember.”

Sif spoke up again. “She would rather have a photobook of memories than an item to dust off repeatedly. Here look…” Sif sorted through her phone, “these are of last summer. We went to a few caves. She literally jumped off a cliff.”

Then there were all the pictures of caves. Everyone holding various critters native to caves. Water and land pictures all throughout the day. Loki figured at least 50 pictures had the whole group in the images. Cliff jumping into water below. The huge amusement at people laying on the beach that were in the previous pictures cliff jumping.

Loki felt the life and fun pouring out of those pictures and made him yearn for an exciting experience. Loki’s phone went off and it was time for him to go to bed.

Fandral urged Loki, “Stay up. Common. Loki. School has not started yet. Just drink some caffeine.”

Loki glanced at his phone. He already lost all of his reading time and usually Loki would be yawning but he did not feel even slightly tired. He canceled the alarm but doubled up on a wake up alarm. 

The movie was interesting and a moderately nice change. There was scenery Loki did not need to imagine like he had to with a book. Everyone discussed parts of the movie to the degrees of funny commentary or serious discussion.

When the movie was over, some people have already left for bed, but Loki’s body was alert with Sirena around.

She was so overly affectionate. She seemed to find a way to touch everyone. From shoves and highfives to rubbing arms and hugs.

She hugged him goodbye.

Her body was smaller than his in height but curse Fandral for stating the truth that fuller bodies were soft. She seemed to squish onto him in a wonderful way. Her hug made his heart flutter then fly to his throat when she parted slightly to crane her neck to show a smile.

“You give really nice hugs,” she muttered as she hugged him tighter.

Loki fell asleep easily that night.

He woke to a thump of his book falling on the floor, his alarm and a jolt from the dread of knowing he was late. He was exhausted from not being on schedule and cursed the morning for not getting proper rest. 

Loki went through his things to do for the day. The plan was to get back to his dorm and sleep without enjoying a little reading time. 

[doctorgerth]

Matchup for @beastofflevance

Hi there, I'm really interested, whom you see fitting: 31,female,straight, 1,70m but chubby. I'm more the listener than the talker, introverted, submissive, daydreamer a bit chaotic and loyal but also stubborn, hate to show weakness, don't talk about emotions and very unforgiving if wronged. Need someone to kick my ass. I'm not very trusting but cherish those who are dear to me. Towards them, I'm caring,supportive and humorous. I like cryptozoology, chickens and find lava hypnotically calming. Here comes the more in-dept description I mentioned, hope it makes things a bit easier for you. English isn't my native tongue so I hope there aren't too many dramatic mistakes in here. As stated before, I'm female 31 and about 1,70m, chubby – therefore the nick Quaily. Zodiacs are Gemini and Dragon and personality is INFJ. I prefer cold temperatures but love to watch fires/lava and prefer Night over day. I'm not the healthiest of persons suffering from mental and physical illnesses but I refuse to let people openly know about it if it is not absolutely necessary – I don't want pampering or pity. I'm introvert, polite, calm, a very good listener and caretaker. I'm very submissive and insecure around most people and can't deal well with mistakes. I tend to rip myself apart mentally about it because either I KNEW better but did it wrong anyway OR because I let someone down. That is something I can't take well: disappointing people. I CAN be attentive but loose interest in stuff pretty fast if it bores me or make me bend myself too much but if it is something really interests me, I'm easily able to give 200% for it. Still, I'm a lazy mutt that needs to get her ass kicked most of the time but in general I am easy to work with if I have someone, who can motivate me and keeps me motivated. I'm a loner, making bad experiences with people in my early childhood, it let me stay away from friendships and social contacts till today. I don't have a big need for physical contact since emotional support and reliability is more important to me – too much physical contact makes me uneasy. Another huge problem is my very high need for freedom. I can't stand it if someone is constantly around me, it stresses me extreme. I hardly fully trust people: just because I say I trust someone, doesn't mean I don't expect a betrayal at some point. That also resulted in a rather dark-ish , morbid view of things; let me also have a point of view, that collides with most people. Still, I tend to think in the motto: “live and let live” as long someone is polite and friendly, I'll stay so as well. Yet, I'm stubborn and very unforgiving if wronged, betrayed or mistreated. What I also can't deal with are honest compliments and honest kindness. People that mean something to me can be counted on one hand with digits to spare. Those few mean everything to me and I support them wherever and with whatever I can. I even empathize with them on a level, that makes me change my mood according to theirs. I might not be able to stand up for myself but for them I can and I will so fiercely. That said, my temper sometimes get a bit too lose – especially when my emotion starts to go high wire - and I say things before my mind starts working but I mostly see my mistake (after a bit of cooling down). If someone is willing to talk to me after that and be forgiving – friend won! In my free time; I love to read (thriller, horror, fantasy, science mostly), draw (creature design, model painting), listen to music, relax, spending time with my animals or just going for a walk. My interests are cryptozoology, toxicology, genetics, quails and military aircraft. I really love the sound of thunderstorms, rain and the look/movement of lava. I tend to hold monologues when alone and cluck like a chicken when totally happy. Yes.. well … I tried to keep it helpful without giving you all the psychological disaster. I left stuff out, that wouldn't be helpful like favorite movies / shows, books etc. but in One Piece, I would be a total fan of the “Sora, Warrior of the sea” - saga. I hope it helped a bit and you can still work with me. Take care of you and thank you for doing this event.

Okay, I’ll admit I was probably a little swayed by your love for this character but I think I did a pretty good job of backing it up! This is my first time ever writing for this character, so I hope I was able to capture his romantic side ok....That being said, I hope you enjoy your matches, darling. Thanks for participating in this event! x (this post is acting funky on mobile...I’m hoping for no errors when I post, plz let me know if there is!)

Your match is...

Akainu (Leo, ESTJ)

This is more of a case of opposites attract because when it comes down to it, you two function and think in totally opposite ways. But! Once you two get past this, you two offer each other unique perspectives that helps you both individually grow as people and thus can improve your relationship. There are plenty of differences that arrive throughout your relationship, but the more you two get to know each other, you’ll start to notice you two have more in common than what meets the eye! You are the only person who gets under his skin in all the best ways, and from falling in love with you, he’s willing to put in the work to make your relationship sustainable because he wants to keep you around. He might not ever express it, but Akainu does want love in his life; someone he can settle down with and maybe have kids if they are willing. And he’s placing all his bets on you!  

Your kind and compassionate nature is a good compliment to his usually gruff and dogmatic persona. And honestly, Akainu could use someone more gentle to counteract his abrasive nature. It always catches him a bit off guard, just how adoring, caring, and loyal you can be towards him, but deep down he is ever thankful. Akainu can be pretty stubborn much like yourself, but when it comes down to it, you two can easily compromise and meet halfway when it comes to disagreements. Because you both want to make this work. On the outside, you two look a bit tense and perhaps a little uninterested in each other. This is only because the both of you are not very expressive with your emotions and refuse to show vulnerability when around others. However, your dynamic totally changes when you two are alone, especially as the relationship continues on and you two learn to trust one another. Perhaps that’s what brings you two together so well. You two are both distrusting due to past traumas and because of this you two feel a bit outcasted from everyone around you. Upon your first interaction, you both just instantly knew that you shared similar pains. This makes Akainu very protective over you and honestly a bit soft for you whether he likes to admit it or not. He sees a lot of his broken self within you and he wants to do everything to prevent you from turning out as bitter as him, especially because he sees how loving you can be once you let someone in. 

When in private, he embraces your softer sides because it relaxes him so much. He respects and understands that you’re not one for physical affection and on the flip side, he himself struggles with offering you emotional support, so I think Akainu resorts to taking care of you in more of an “acts of service” kind of way. He’s not very interested in being overly cuddly with you, but he won’t lie and say he does enjoy holding you in his arms after a long, stressful day of work. You two learn each other’s limits and love languages and your romantic expressions become much easier. You two are able to thrive in a shared household because you both crave organization and order in your lives, so hey, at least you know you can live with the guy! By wanting some one to “kick your ass” I’m assuming you mean someone to call you out on your bullshit and put you in your place when needed -- Akainu is plenty capable of that. Not only this, but he constantly supports you and drives you into being your best self that you can possibly be. Akainu doesn’t settle for half-assery, especially from someone he’s in love with, so he is constantly on you about doing more. This is just his way of motivating you and if it becomes a bit overwhelming, he will learn how to turn it down a notch. He’s just witnessed your powerful moments and how strong-willed you can be, so he doesn’t enjoy seeing you weak or insecure because he is confident you are better than that. 

Overall, the both of you are quite distrusting and unemotional at first, but once you let each other in, you both are fearlessly devoted to one another and that matters way more than physical affection. You two come together over your shared pain and flourish as a couple over your differing perspectives of love, life, and happiness! 

Other potential suitors:

Fujitora (Leo, INFJ) - On the opposite end, I think Fujitora would work well for you because he makes it easy for you to trust him and fall in love with him. He is ever patient with your hesitancy to trust someone and he will do what it takes to prove his loyalty to you, have you trust him wholeheartedly, and make you not regret it! He is also a totally soft man who will unlock your more tender sides and have you completely head over heels in love. Not to mention you two get along very well because you’re both INFJs who think and function on very similar levels. You two have a very deep, emotional connection and he is more than willing to offer you the emotional support you seek in a relationship!

Marco (Libra, ISFJ) - Marco enjoys the reward that comes with winning you over. He’s seen how loving you can be towards others you trust and he wants to be the person you rely on. Much like Fuji, he’s eager to prove that you can trust him and wants to show you that it doesn’t always have to be scary to fall in love with someone. He falls madly in love with you every time you show him your vulnerable side and goes above and beyond to make sure you are always comfortable around him. Your shared introverted nature is a blessing because he never pushes you outside of your comfort zone. Your relationship with Marco is built on lots of trust, vulnerability, and comfort in one another! Marco wouldn’t dare try to disrupt your normalcy or ask you to change for him, he just wants to unlock your soft sides that you keep hidden!

Lucci (Gemini, ISTJ) - More similar to Akainu, Lucci shares your disinterest for physical affection, discussions on emotions, and being vulnerable towards people. So he appreciates that you don’t expect him to be emotional or romantic around you. You two have to fight for trust in one another but once you let each other in, it is truly rewarding as you are intensely loyal to each other alone and can finally embrace what it means to be in love with someone. You two share similar functions and interests while also bringing enough differences to the table to keep your relationship interesting. Lucci is also similar with Akainu in that he doesn’t accept less than the best from you so he will push you and motivate you consistently. 

[localminstrel]

Stray Kids reaction : when crush!reader asks to paint/draw a picture of them

Warnings : little smut (Minho and Felix reactions), cursing (Seungmin reaction)

Tag : gender neutral!reader

Words : 6 597

Note : hey, it’s my first reaction so be nice please ~ Also english is not my native language so sorry if they are so mistakes ^^’. I maybe make it a little longer so, hope you like it !

Gifs credit to owners !

Chan

You and Chan are friends since highschool. He has a crush on you since then but never told you. One day, you were at the Stray Kids dorm, in Chan’s room. He was on his computer, composing while you were sitting on his bed, drawing. But none of them turns good. Angrily, you crimple the papier on which you were drawing and throw it all over the place. Chan looks at the papier and turns to look at you, surprised.

« _Y/N, what happened ?

_ I cannot draw ! It piss me off ! The whole idea is in my head but once i take my pen, my lack of talent blows up at me ! »

He giggles, looking at you angry face.

« _Stop laughing, i’m angry.

_ Sorry but i found you really talented. I can’t do half of what you doing. But if you struggle with one idea, change it maybe ? »

You humph, crossing your arms over your chest. But you turn to look at him, well, more like starring. He begins to be embarrassed and you speak before he could.

« _Well, good idea. Come over here. I want to draw you.

_ What ? No Y/N i don’t have time, i need to work !

_ Come on, you need a break ! Come here, you don’t have the choice. »

He sighs as he moves his chair closer to you. You sit properly on his bed, in front of him, your skechbook on your knees. He looks down on you, embarrassed because this is the first time you asks to draw him.

« _You can draw well while i’m like that ? High up ?

_ Yeah yeah, don’t worry ».

Then, the two of you don’t talk. You are concentred in your drawing, looking at this face from time to time and he’s obviously getting more and more embarassed as you stared at some part of his face, like his eyes, nose, lips. But you’re to focus on your work to noticed. Well, this is a good opportunity to him to look at you too. Even if he’s doing that for a couple of years, he never gets the time to look at you in details like that, shameless. He looks at your lips a lot, dreaming about them since a long time ago.

« _ Plump… » You mumble, head down on your skechbook.

_ What ?

_ Oh nothing, i just think you really have plump lips ».

You don’t watch him but his ears turns red instantly and he giggles a bit.

« _You can watch it closer if you want ». He don’t know what just happened to him, where this boldness is coming from, when he sees you lift you head up.

« _Okay » You say as you stood up, your face a few inches from his face.

He gaps at the sudden proximity, his eyes in yours, way to much closer for his heart. You stop drawing as your eyes quit his for his lips. He just freezes, just looking at your moves with straight panic. When he saw you closed your eyes and link your lips, his breathing stops again. When you move back, he can’t help but smiles at you and pulled you into a tight hug.

« _Oh god you can’t imagine how long i’ve waited for it ».

Minho

You and Minho knows each other since college because you end up roommates. You are so glue to each other people in your entourage calls him your ‘one brain cell twin’. And his friends calls you the ‘dumb couple’, even if your relationship is platonic. Well, but Minho has a crush on you and all of his friends knows it (poor boy is not very subtle). He wants to tell you because he’s craving to hug and kiss you but he also don’t want to ruin your friendship and your colocation.

You have this habit of going tag some random lost places together and this night is the night. This is also the night he decided to confess. Because he thinks it would be a great chance : your exams are finished, in some time you and him will go back to your family for summer so if he got rejected, he don’t have to see you all the time. He try to hide his nervousness while you dressed up, all black (huge sweater, jean, sneakers, cap and mask) but you noticed it.

« _ Hey Minho, what’s up ? You’re doing a fourth turn to your laces.

_ Ah ? Hum ? Oh nothing, nothing, i’m just afraid we get caught.

_ We’re doing this for 2 months and we never heard a police siren, i think we’re good ». You laugh as you got out of your appartement, in the landing.

_ Yeah, you’re right, i’m dumb ». He says as he locks the door behind him.

The night was good. Full moon, sky covered in stars ; the full package. You two walks in silence in the street, going to your favourite spot. You struggle to find a empty place to paint because you truly going there to often but you managed to find a great wall, large enough for you and Minho.

« _Hey partner, i have a idea.

_ I don’t like when you have idea Y/N. Especially when i’m involved.

_ Shut up. I want to paint you on that wall and you don’t have the choice.

_ Paint me ? No way. Are you dumb or something ? The police will found me if you do that.

_ Haaan you’re a baby. Of course i’m not going to paint your face. No, it’s just my way of showing my love to you and celebrate the end of the semester.

_ Oh you love me ~ ?

_ Of course dummy. How can i bear you everyday if i doesn’t ? Well, stop being cheesy and take the pose ».

You’re putting your mask and your glasses on and, thank to it, you don’t see Minho’s face turning really red. You gave him an opening and he gonna take it. So Minho approachs you while you’re facing the wall, shaking your bomb paint. You’re already start a draft.

« _How much do you love me ?

_ What ? I don’t know. What are you doing here ? Go further, i can’t see you properly if you are too close.

_ And what if i want to see you closely ?

_ You don’t see me enough everyday ? » You laugh as you punch him a litte. But he stays still.

_ Please Y/N. I agreed you to paint me to celebrate the end of the year but i want to celebrate it in my way to.

_ Fine. What do you want me to do ? Because if i don’t agree, you won’t shut up and let me do what i want, right ?

_ I want you to show me of much you love me.

_ I’m gonna paint you on a wall for memories on your friendship. It’s not clear enough ? »

He don’t answer but get closer to you, his chest barefly touch yours. He begins to slide your mask to your chin.

« _Minho, what are you doing ? You frown.

_ I guess it’s clear, yes you’re right. » He whispers as he leans closer to your face. « I should show you of much i love you too i guess ».

He stops a few inches from your lips. When he saw you close your eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips on yours. When he feels you starting to return the kiss, he can’t be more happy.

« Well, the kiss with the glasses on is not really a good idea » You say as you pull of.

_ I agree. Let take this off ».

Quickly, Minho remove his glasses and yours and throw them on the ground before kissing you again, more strongly. To deepen the kiss, you pass your arms on his neck as he pulls you againt the wall covered in paint.

« _Minho », You say with heavy breaths but he can’t stop kissing you « the wall… paint… my hoodie’s gonna be dirty.

_ Well, let take this off too. »

And you two begins to make out half naked and covered in pain. The sense of alcohol begins to tickle your nose. You two are about to fucking each other here when you heard a police siren, a few blocks away.

« _Fuck, we should go ! » You say as you push him, collecting your belongings and put back your clothes on weirdly.

As you runaway with loud laughing, Minho asks you.

« _ Promise me we continue this at home.

_ We gonna continue this all the time if you want ».

You can’t but laugh when he screams loudly in the night, from happiness. In your tag area, the wall of mischield don’t have a paint of Minho. Insteed, a shape of your ass and your back can be easily guessed.

Changbin

You were part of the make up team for Stray Kids since 1 year and a half. Mostly, you doing the make up of Chan, Minho and Changbin. You are not really close to them, keeping a relationship purely professionnal but you had some conversation during their make up. Changbin was the most talkative and mostly, he just talking while you nodding with a smile. The thing you don’t know, is that he had a crush on you for a few months now and the reason why he’s so talkative is because he’s nervous. So basically, you grew close to him because sometimes, you can’t just not answered him. And the boy remembers some things you tell him.

You are quite famous on Instagram, not a huge star but you got a little reputation. So one day, you got a phone call and an email from the Seoul Fashion Week : they need some make up artists and they like your style. You were super nervous but you accept. They gave you the theme of the year and the names and pictures of all the models you gonna make up. You notice all of them had some really sharp faces and you need to do a different make up for all. You start to panic, you are not accustomed with sharp figures, the only one is Changbin. So you start to do some make up plans based on Changbin’s face but none of them are accurate. You sigh as you put your face on your desk.

You know Stray Kids has a day-off the next day and you hesistate to ask Changbin for help. However, you call him anyway and after he check with his manager, he’s agree. So you’re now on your way to Stray Kids’s dorm.

« _Really, thank you for helping me, i’m so sorry to bother you ». You say as you sat in front of him, next to his room’s desk, where all your belongings takes place.

_ Don’t worry, it’s my pleasure to help you. Working for the Fashion Week is really a big deal.

_ Haha thank you. You’re a true angel. » You chuckle as you begin to draw his face quicky on your sketchbook, already thinking about the make up you could do.

_ Oh no, haha, you are ». He laughs, nervous as fuck.

You begin to do hundred of make up plans of his face, sometimes apply some products on him. As usual, he’s really talkative and make a lot of non funny jokes who laugh to anyway.

« _Whoah, you are really dynamic today. What do you eat, batteries ? » You laugh as you try some contouring on his chin.

_ Oh no, i’m always like this.

_ Changbin, i know you, you are extremely loud today.

_ No you’re wrong.

_ Changbin…

_ Ok ok right ! It’s because i’m nervous ! You’re making me nervous !

You look at him, confused.

« _What, me ? Why i make you nervous ?

_ Because… because… » His voice goes lower and you barely heard what he says next « because i have a crush on you... ».

At this time, your head exploded with red as you pull down your brush on the desk.

« _Oh my god, this is so awkward now ! I’m sorry, really sorry, forget what i say, i talking non-sense, I- ! »

You’re shutting him with a kiss because you can’t stand his monologue anymore. When you pulled back, he was so shocked his mouth’s still open. You laugh a little.

« _Now that you are quiet, i can talk now. No, it’s not gonna be awkward. I’m really happy you have a crush on me because you don’t make me indifferent either. So now, i’m gonna kiss you everytime you need to shup up ».

He laugh as your threat as you pull him into a big hug, getting some foundation on your face and collar.

Hyunjin

You and Hyunjin are both students in an art school, while he’s in the Dance Departement and you in the Visual Arts. You have friends in common so you hang on a little bit but you’re not really close. He has a crush on you since he saw your paitings. Well, to be true, he saw your art before you and fell in love with it. So when he finally meets you, he was crazy about it but acts cool. So, from there, he wants you to paint him. But he’s way to shy to ask you directly and you are too blind to notice his little tentatives.

It’s exam time and you can’t find a model for your final art. It pissed you off, none of your friends can’t because they’re busy too. As you look at the window, sighing, you see Hyunjin dancing in the atrium, hearphones on. It hits you. How could you not think of him ? You were amazed by his beauty the first time you see him but you never trusted your skills enough to paint him. Well, mayve it’s the time to try, you think as you’re make your way to Hyunjin.

On an other half, Hyunjin managed to stay cool when you ask him to pose for you while he’s screaming in his head. Well, he may or may not agreed to you too enthusiasly. But you didn’t noticed, too happy too finaly found someone (yes, you’re quite dumb).

So you and Hyunjin found a empty classroom and while he’s sitting on a table, you sit next to him. You’re major on portraits so you have to be close to him to see all the details on his face. At this stade, Hyunjin don’t know if he could die of happiness or embarassment. You begin to measure every part on this face with your tape measure to have all his proportions. Hyunjin shivers everytime your finger brushs his skin.

« _Do you mind if i take pictures of you ? I’ll draw only the first draft today because this is gonna be a lot of work and i don’t want to bother you on other days and ask you to be still for hours.

_ Oh i don’t mind, you can call me anytime ! » He says to you, excited like a puppy.

_ No really, it can be really exhausting for the model to be motionless and i can’t ask you that while you must work your exams, i guess.

_ Well, you can take pictures of me, but really you’ll never bother me. And don’t worry for my exams, they are next month.

_ Haha you’re so nice to me. What did i do to deserve you ? » You giggle a lit bit. « But really, you’re not realise the amount of time we need to spend together. I can’t impose that to you. » You begin to take your camera out of your bag but he takes your wrist slowly to stop you. You look at him, confused, as he takes both your hands in his.

_ Y/N. You will never bother me or impose your presence to me because i have a crush on you. I fell in love with your painting and i fell in love with you after. I’m litteraly dying for you to ask me to draw me and now that you finally did, no way i’m gonna quit. I’ll help you for your final as long as you need me and if you accept me in your life after, i’m gonna be here forever ».

You stare at him, both of your hands still in his. You just nod, smiling a little. Then he smiles harder and gives you a big hug. When he pulls back, he kiss your forehead.

« _I’m so happy i could die.

_ Before that, let me finish my exam please. »

Jisung

Jisung was so disappointed to learn that you don’t gonna debut with him. Because he wants so much to be in the same team as you. For him, you got the whole package : danse, sing, rap, face, everything.

One day, he find you alone in a practice room, satting on the flood, back against the wall struggling to do something on a paper he couldn’t see.

« _Hey Y/N, what are you doing ? » He says as he sats next to you.

_ Oh hey Jisung. PD-nim says we need to find a talent to show on broadcast so i try to learn to draw but i’m really bad at it.

_ Really ? It’s finally something you can’t do ? » He giggles as you hit him. « Show me what you did.

_No way, you gonna laugh at me.

_ Come on Y/N, this can’t be that bad !

_ Oh yeah ? Ok, shut up for a minute and let me draw you ! »

He smiles as you begin to scratch the sketchbook with your pen. After a few minutes, you show it to him and he can’t but burn into laughter.

« _Whoa, you’re not lying. Either you are very bad at it, either i’m really ugly and my mirror is lying to me all this time. »

You sigh and you give him a fake smile. You’re lacking and you are upset about it. When Jisung noticed you’re about to cry, he start to worry.

« _Y/N ? What ? What’s wrong ? I was being too far ? I’m so sorry, i don’t want to make you sad.

_ No… no it’s not you, Jisung. It’s me. I’m a failure, i’m just a big failure, i’m lacking about everything and i’m just lucky to be here. » You say as you throw up your skechbook all of the practice room and burry your heard in your knees.

_ Oh no, it’s not true. You are amazing. »

When he sees no reaction from you, he forces your head to light up and look at him, his palms on your cheeks. Your eyes are wet.

« _Listen, you are the most talented person i know. You are in the top trainee and this was nothing to do with luck, you work so hard for this. You can’t draw, so what ? Your dream is to become an idol, not a painter. And if you truly want to draw, you can learn it. It’s easy to learn you know ? You just need a pen and a paper ! You have years to learn how to draw ! And really, don’t you dare insult my crush in front of me ». He finish while laughing and release your head from his palms.

You blink.

« _ You what ?

_ My crush. I have a crush on you since forever and i’m a man of taste so i’ll never gonna like someone who is lacking. So, obsvioulsy, you’re not lacking. »

You begin to laugh as he pulls you into a tight hug, laughing too.

« _You’re a dummy but you’re lucky i love you too ». You say, as you wipping your tears.

Felix

« _Felix ? »

No response from the guy. He was so focused on his Fornite game he don’t heard you.

« _Felix ? Hey oh ? Yongbok !

_ Yah, i see you, where are you going? I’m gonna kill you ! » Is the only reponse you got from him because he was just screaming in his earphones.

Sighing, you move on the couch next to him to pass your hand in front of his eyes. The Stray Kids’s dorm was empty expect you two.

« _Wait what ? Y/N ? What are you doing ? I’m playing !

_ But i’m bored ! Let me draw you ! »

He turns his heard quickly to you before returns his attention on the TV, making a weird look.

« _What ? Draw me if you want but i’ll keep playing ».

You and Felix are friends for a couple of years and he recently develop a crush on you. However, he’s way too good at hiding it and just act with you like nothing change. Except when you give him PDA. It’s his weakness. So when you begin to sprawl onto him to beg him, he flinchs a little. But he tries to resist, even if the feelings of yours arms and body next to him are way too much for his imagination.

« _Feliiiiix !! Come on ! I want to make a good portrait of you !

_ My game is almost over Y/N, wait ! »

_ Ooooh no. I know you and your game are never over. »

When he don’t answer, you decide to take drastic action : you climb onto his laps, back facing the TV. TV that he couldn’t see anymore.

« _ Wait, Y/N, are you doing ?!

_ Now, you are obligated to focus on me.

_ But i’m almost first ! »

At the same time, the tv plays the « you’re dead ! » song.

« _Oh, look like you’ve lost now. Too bad. » You say ironically as you turn your head toward the TV. When you concentrate again on him, you begin to be worried. His face was red and he looks like he don’t breathing anymore.

_Hey, Felix ! Are you okay ?! What’s wrong ?! » You leaned unconsciously closer to his face, moving your hips at the same time. Weirdly, Felix begins to breath again – heavily breathing – as he try to moved and gets a better position.

_ No-nothing, i’m o-ok. Can you move please ?

_ Oh why, you’re quite comfy.

_ You got what you want, my game is over and i accept to be posing for your drawing, can.you.move.please. » Each time your hips move is a supplice for him and his now awaken-erection.

_ Pff you’re not fun- Oh. »

Now, you realised why he wants you to get up. But, you’re quite on a teasing mode.

« _You only got what you deserve to ignoring me. But it’s kinda flattering, thank you i guess ? »

Felix laughs as what you say.

« _Listen Y/N, if you get up, i tell you a secret ok ?

_ Oh, looks like you finally know how to talk to me. Alright ».

You return to your initial position : sitting cross-legged next to him.

« _So, spill the tea.

_ Well, Y/N, we know each other for a long time now, right ?

_ Yeah… it’s not really a secret you know, i don’t have amnesia.

_ Oh you’re really annoying. I like you dumbass ! I have a crush on you ! I only realise this not that long ago and you are not really go easy on me ! »

He got scared when he sees a smirk on your lips. In one movement, you’re back on his laps, kissing him with some eager.

« _You still owe me a drawing.

_ Whatever drawing you want » he whispers onto your lips before linking them again, hands on your hips.

Seungmin

« _Oh my god, he’s such a dick ! »

You yell in the studio while shutting your phone, resist to the urge of throwing it. Your friend and  photographer, Seungmin, jumps as he heard you.

« _Whoah Y/N, what’s wrong ?

_ This motherfucking dude just cancels our meeting tomorrow morning because, apparently he has other plans and ‘you’re not famous enough’. Who does he thinks he is talking to ?! Hum ?! I have ten art galeries all over the world and i’m under 30 ! One of my paiting is exposted in the Louvre museum and i’m not dead yet ! But nooo, for him, he’s too pretty for me and i’m not worthy. He can go fuck himself, this fucking narcissus ! And now, i have to find someone quickly because i have to make a draft to present to the director of the exposition in two days ! And it’s fucking 9PM and i can’t call anybody ! Oh my god ! »

You are just a mess of yelling and screaming right now, walking angrily in circle in your working studio. Seungmin can’t talk to you because your mouth can’t shut up.

« Wait. » You stop and turn at him with a scary face. « I can draw you ! »

He startles when you run towards him, shaking his shoulders.

« _Please Seungmin, i’m begging you ! Let me draw you ! Pleeeeeease ! »

Seungmin has no other choice but accepts. But, even if you were not begging at him like that, he would help you, of course. While you set up your work, he sits on the chair in front of your workbench and remembers how you begin to work together. He had a crush on you since then, 3 years ago. You were searching for a photographer to help you take some references. You suck at taking photos and you are upset when you can’t take a good picture of a landscape or anything to redraw it later, for practice. So you find him on Instagram and you two match. Starting from this time, he was always with you, at your work but even at home because you are roommates. During your meetings with models, he takes photos of them on every angles so you can polish your painting later. What you didn’t know, is that he takes of lot of pictures of you too. He finds you stunning when you are focused. He thinks he can make at least 3 exhibitions with them.

« _But i can’t take photos, you’re okay for the final ? Because this is just a draft, yeah ?

_ Yeah this is just a draft so don’t worry, i’ll be quick. Oh i don’t need photos ». You say while you sit on your stool and begin doodle him.

« _ What do you mean you don’t need photos ? He asks, confused.

_ Ssh Seungmin, let me focus ».

He closes his mouse but after a hour and half of staying still, he gives up.

« _Y/N, i’m tired right now and it’s going late, you’re taking your time for a draft. And i’m hungry.

_ Ssh, i’m inspired. I’m almost done.

_ I already saw you inspired and i know you’re taking your time. Come on, i’ll give you pictures so you can finished it later. The director just need a draft.

_ I told you i don’t need pictures ! And i’m almost done ! »

He noticed you’re hiding your head behind your sheet. Sighing, he gets up and walk to you. When you raise your heard, you noticed he’s a few inches away from your face.

« _Seungmin, what are you doing ? Return to your chair » You’re frown.

_ No, i’m fed up and i’m wondering why you don’t need my photos anymore.

_ Fuck, ok ! I don’t need your pictures because i look at you some much during the past 3 years that i know your face and all your features by heart ! Happy now ?! So let me finish my work. » You lower your head with shame while he start laughing.

_ Why are you laughing ?

_ Is it a confession ?

_ No.

_ Ok, so i’m doing mine, dickhead. I like you, Y/N, even if you’re annoying, stuborn and perfectionnist. If you know my face and body by heart, i know yours too. So i’m returning to my chair only if you agreed to let me take you on a date someday ».

Seungmin almost freaks out when you don’t answer. But after a few minutes, you look at him in the eyes, face red as possible and grumble a little ‘ok’ before waving at him to go sit. He laughs as he kiss your head before obeys you.

Jeongin

At first, you scared Jeongin a little bit. He’s shy with strangers and you gave him such a fierce impression that he got scared. You were his bestfriend’s relative and each time he got to your house to play with your brother, he can’t but bow to you awkwardly, praying that you don’t talking to him much that needed.

But as time goes by, you end up talking a lot, playing games with your brother and he finished to see that you are really nice and caring. He hearded his bestfriend – your brother – talks about you a lot, like how he was proud of you for your art studies, etc. So Jeongin begins to have a little crush on you. But he scares that you just see him as a little brother or just your brother’s friend so he don’t have plan to tell you.

One day, he rings your doorbell and your mother opens, welcoming him with a hug. He founds you and your brother sitting on the couch, drawing equipment all over the place.

« _What are you two doing ? » He asks as he sits on the armchair behind your brother.

_ I’m doing my book ! I want to be a caricaturist so i ask nicely to my family to be my guinea pigs ! » You say to him with a excited smile.

_ More like forced » You brother grumbles and you hit him, telling him to shut up because you don’t finised your drawings.

_ I’m almost done Jeongin, meanwhile, you can watch my previous drawings ! »

He nods and tooks the amount of papers you extend to him. He was amazed as how good all the drawings look, you succeed to make good caricatures about your family members. The details are really well-made and he can recognize the people he knows.

« _Whoah, you’re so good at it, Y/N.

_ Really ? Thank you ~  Wait, i finish the little goblin here and i’m doing you after. »

Your brother hits your feet while Jeongin looks at you, panicked.

« _Oh no no Y/N, no need.

_ Yes please ! Your smile is perfect for my art ! »

He can’t but agree because he found you to cute to deny it any longer. So now, it’s his turn to sit awkwardly in front of you on the couch. Jeongin heards your mother calling you a demon from the table’s kitchen.

« _Pff, nobody acknowlege my art in this house » You grumble as you take another paper. « So, Jeongin ! Make your biggest smile for me !

_ Are you sure ? My smile is not really beautiful…

_ And so ? I don’t want to draw a beautiful smile, i want to draw yours !

_ But i have braces…

_ I don’t care either. You are perfect just the way you are and this is what i want to draw you ».

He looks at you while blinking his eyes but don’t know what to answer next. So he just smiles at you and you give him a wild smile to encouraging him. This session was quiet, expect for your brother who tell you to speed up so he can play Mario Kart with Jeongin. But Jeongin doesn’t want it to stop. He loves how you look at him, how your face changed everytime you think about something different while drawing. He loves everything about you and he makes a promise with himself : one day, he gonna confess to you.

[peachyteabuck]

cold-blooded & perfect

summary: In a move less orthodox than your father, Lagertha invades a country expecting to raid it, but instead merely takes its princess – you. While you’re surprised, you’re not necessarily unhappy with her sudden change of heart.  

pairing: Lagertha x Reader

words: 2,896

trigger warnings: kidnapping, taking of virginity, vaginal fingering, poor family ties

notes/other: Breaking into the Vikings fandom hell YEAH. feels good. 

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The Vikings invade your homeland with fire in their eyes and bloodlust on their tongues. The small, untrained army assigned to protect your country is defeated in a matter of minutes, those left with heartbeats either taken captive for later use or killed when they drop their swords. Your father, still in his most lavish robes from the festivities the night before, is forced out to the capital’s center with his hands up and his spine perpendicular to the sharp blade of one of their savage warriors.

From your place in your unscathed room, far up in the vast castle, you anxiously watch the exchange between the leaders. It’s there, as your eyes follow your father’s footsteps, that you notice the rest of the army fathering round him like flies swarm an almost-deceased rabbit; nearly vibrating with excitement, unable to stop their twitchy movements as they circle his shaking form.

While your country is small, its position lining the ocean shore makes it a necessary siege on the pathway to the more inwards parts of the continent. You’ve known this all your life, you know your father has known this for all of his, and you know the foreigners’ leader knows this now.

You can’t quite understand how this woman, this woman decked in the same armor as her underlings, has climbed her way to the top of whatever hierarchy they’ve formed. You can tell she’s powerful though, can tell she isn’t afraid to grasp whole worlds in her hands. As she speaks to your father, the small smirk her lips have twisted themselves into manipulates your insides in a way you cannot describe, and do not try to begin to.

“So,” she asks him, words choppy and accented and curious. “You are king here?”

Like those loyal to her, she circles him. Unlike the rest of them, though, she is not waiting for the creature to give up. Oh, never would she miss the chance to take down anyone who stood in her pathway to victory, to gold, to whatever it is she craves. Her bright teeth remind you of a she-wolf, and your father’s trembling body reminds you of an injured goat.

“Yes,” he answers truthfully. His works shake worse than his limbs as she replies to his numerous questions.

“And do you value the protection of your people?”

Your father gulps but stands a little straighter. “Of course. God gave me the crown to serve Him as well as my people.”

The woman shrugs and leans on her sword, with its sharped point in the ground and the handle covered by her hands. “You know, I’ve heard a lot about your god, you single, individual god,” the women and men behind her chuckle, but she remains stoic. “Does this god accept sacrifices?”

“He sacrificed his Son for us, and in turn we sacrifice for Him, to show our love and appreciation,” your father speaks lowly, words more confident and steadier. The rehearsed string of sentences flowing easily from his lips, and you roll your eyes and pull away from the window. The king, your father, the ruler of your country, the father of your motherland, is no holy man. The mistresses he’s had out-number the maggots in a deer’s corpse, he couldn’t identify the Holy Bible from a child’s drawings made in pools of mud, the cross he supposedly wears has become tarnished from lack of human touch.

Whatever. If he gets beheaded in the town’s square the man you’ve been betrothed to since the very second the doctor turned his nose up at your absence of a penis. You know very little about the Viking culture, their religion, their gods, but you assume they’re smart enough to know killing a princess gains them nothing but a martyr for the opposite side.

The sound of your name pulls you from your disgusted internal monologue.

“And how old is this daughter?” The woman asks. Your father is now on the ground – not injured, just a coward.

“Old enough to wed,” he replies. He doesn’t seem scared anymore. You, though, tremble in fear.

“Then a truce,” the woman smiles brighter than the sun and her eyes gleam. “I will take the woman and we will leave your land. If you promise no contact, my people and I will not invade as long as I am ruler.”

“Okay,” your father agrees immediately. “I will allow my daughter to go with you for my country’s safety.”

Your eyes bulge as you realize what just happened.

What the fuck.

You have mere heartbeats to process the chaos your future has been thrown into before several men are storming into your room. To your surprise, the men don’t grab at you – they simply stand by the door to prevent you from leaving. You’re their captor, but at least they’re passive about it.

From behind them, the blonde woman from the square emerges. She smirks as her eyes trail your body from your bare feet to your sleep-mused hair.

“Congratulations, princess,” she tells you, playful tone floating through the air like fae. “You’ve saved your nation from the savage beasts that are the Vikings.”

You’re allowed to pack one trunk – the woman, who introduces herself as Lagertha as you shove your mother’s locket deep into the pocket of your favorite winter coat - already knows your name, and soon her routine questions and vies for attention turn personal, intimate.

Nevertheless, your answers remain curt through the entire time you’re with her in your chambers.

“I heard your mother died when you were young. I’m terribly sorry for your loss,” she whispers in the darkness of night as you both lay in her temporary bed, a straw thing a few feet from your own plush amenities.

You don’t say anything back, forcing through the uncomfortable silence with purse lips.

A beat. You can hear Lagertha turn to face you as she speaks. “Do you miss her?”

You sigh, then nod. “Sometimes. I don’t really remember her. She died when I was pretty young, and she had a lot of kingdom-y stuff to attend to when she was alive.”

Another beat. Your breaths come out shaky, your attempts not to shed tears

“Do you have any siblings?” she tries to change the subject as she notices the tears welling up in your eyes and reflecting the bright half-moon.

“Six older sisters,” you tell her honestly. “All married off and living in foreign lands, like I was supposed to…”

The silence between you two is heavy, blanketing you heavier than the furs keeping the cold night air from your skin. Neither of you speak for a long time, unsure of how to proceed. It’s awkward, painfully so, when you’re shoved into a small ship and told to sit with a woman who had injured her ankle hunting a few hours prior to boarding the small boat.

You and her are silent most of the journey, the conversations you manage to get yourself to engage with short, choppy, impersonal. Similar situations happen with Lagertha each time she offers food, water, an extra fur, someone else to sit next to.

The first full sentence you speak is when you’re brought to Lagertha’s bed, the trunk carried by two of the most muscular women you’ve ever seen in your life.

It’s once they exit that the words leave your lips. “Are the women here warriors as well as the men?”

Lagertha laughs a little as she drinks from a gauntlet you don’t remember seeing before now. “Of course. They’re women, not frail babies.”

You don’t respond, simply looking around the room. Lagertha leaves you alone after that, allowing you to unpack your things and learn the map of the house of which you’ll be living.

The two of you don’t speak until dinner, an affair she keeps small for, it seems, your benefit. It’s just one of her sons – Bjorn, and his wife. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen the Vikings eat, nor is it the first time you’ve heard them speak in their native tongue, a language foreign to your ears. But, it is the first time you haven’t been able to hide yourself from such savagery.

They bite into their meats like bears tasting the first taste of flesh in months and their unintelligible babble rakes in your ears like rusty knives through hardened wood.  All of their words seem angry, biting, even when they laugh or smile.

For the entirety of the meal Lagertha keeps her hand on your lower back, a gesture you believe (hope) is meant to comfort you.

The verbal exchanges between you two are scarce, especially since you’d insisted of sleeping in a different bed as your captor.

It’s about a week in this new, still-strange place when Lagertha approaches you as you hunt through your things for something, anything to do. She can tell you’re bored, mind-numbingly so as you spend your days pacing her keep. It reminds her of a dog locked in a pen without straw or bones or rocks and far enough away from society they and their masters do not breathe the same breaths.

She seems to understand what you’re looking for, sitting on the bed. You’re kneeling on the floor, and you can feel her feet bump at your hip as she speaks.

“What did you back in your home country?” Lagertha asks you.

“Not much,” you admit. “Back home for me is…it’s quite different from here…” Even as you speak your native tongue, you struggle to find the right words. “Women don’t do much. They, they all, they all think that we’re weaker somehow, that we can’t do much. As a royal all I was permitted to do was learn to sew, cook. A servant once taught me some medicinal skills – so I studied those old books sometimes.”

Lagertha sees you struggling, and as she speaks she attempts to comfort you with a hand on your shoulder. “Would you like to continue those things?”

You inhale deeply, considering the question. Lagertha’s not a malicious woman – at least not to you. So far she’s been kind, welcoming; doesn’t seem like the type to deny you such basic commodities as the ones you would ask for. In hopes of not feeling the sharp pain of rejection, you respond with the polite passivity you’d had quite aggressively drilled into your vernacular. “It’d be a nice pastime, yes.”

Lagertha smiles, your eyes locking together. Hers are bright, playful, while yours remain stilled with fear. “You are quite small in your speech, princess. I hope you in time learn to be more upfront with yourself, your wants, your needs.”

You swallow at the thick knot in your throat, one that isn’t quite terrified but still shakes when she pushes a small strand of hair behind your hear. “It is improper for a lady to be so forceful.”

Lagertha simply laughs. Big, chesty, head thrown back laughs. “Is that what they taught you? To be some meek little doll?” You nod meekly with small movements. “Then I hope you learn life is much different here.”

It’s the day after that you find some crude crafting supplies laid out onto your bed – some thick, blunt needles and furs and rough fabric and thread. It’s sweet, despite not being what you’re used to, despite not being the finer things the servants taught you with. No more brightly-colored silken thread and soft, thin fabric. Nonetheless, it is still a gift – and one you treasure.

Winter in this region comes much sooner, and much harsher, than you had expected. Of course, the locals giggled each time you shivered at a mere featherlight kiss of the wind, but even the seer couldn’t predict how poorly the fragile skin wrapping your body was able to withstand such cold.

It’s a few night falls into the deep season when you find yourself on the small bed just outside the kitchen, shaking so hard your teeth clack together and your very bones feel as if they are freezing. In the dead of this night is when Lagertha appears to take pity on you, calling for you across the homestead for you to join her in her bed.

You reluctantly you do, body shivering violently at the raw exposure to air.

Under the furs Lagertha’s body is warm, almost painfully so against your frigid flesh. If the queen notices you shaking against her, she doesn’t say anything about it.

Wordlessly, she curls herself around you, pulling you two together. It’s not an action that’s unwelcome, but it’s still one that makes a specific type of shive run up your spine. This sort of intimacy, especially between two women, was forbidden back home.  To think of a maiden or one of your father’s servant bursting in to find you – little, unmarried you - in the muscular arms of some woman who fights like a man, your heart quickens at the scandal it would bring. Just imagining the villagers, the people your father rules over, having such ammunition would plunge your country, your nation, your people, into despair.

The woman wrapped around you senses your distress. “Are you okay, love?” she asks, voice low like she’s talking to your father’s dog – a small white thing that shakes every time it rains.

Your words barely reach above a whisper. “Just thinking of home.”

She mmms in a way that makes you think she knows you’re hiding something. “Good memories or bad?”

You pull away from her a little bit, trying to find purchase on the slick furs. “They’re not memories at all.”

Lagertha pulls you back to her, resting her chin on the top of your hair. “Let me help, love,” she whispers just over the shell of your ear. “Let me help you.”

Her rough fingertips, her scarred hands, they run over your skin with featherlight touches over your many skin blemishes inherited from your mother.

Still, you lay passively, not sure what to do. Your headmistresses over the years had described sex not just as an act between man and wife, but also something that will hurt, that will be quick, that will simply be to solidify an heir, then to strengthen the diplomatic capabilities of the family you’d be married off to. No matter your education, you can still feel the heat between your legs pool slightly faster than your trembling heart can convince you to stop.

Lagertha daintily pushes the two sides of the slit in your address apart, just enough to give her access to the side of your hip and upper thigh. Lightly, as if not to scare you, she places her calloused, scarred, battle-torn hand there. It’s nice, surprisingly enough, it’s nice to see her warmth there. “Have you ever been with a woman?” She asks. It’s not accusatory, rather inquisitive. A genuine question stemming from genuine interest.

You think of the time you kissed one of your lady’s maids when you were twelve and she was thirteen, of the time you snuck away under a table in the kitchen and palmed at the breasts of a kitchen maid when you were both sixteen. Each experience more intimidating than this one – most likely due to the lack of dread from the idea of your father or headmistress or anyone finding you in such a state of sin.

Lagertha’s teeth bite into the tender flesh of your neck, leaving marks there. You’re happy your thick hair covers such an intimate spot, but something inside you whispers to expose such skin to the murderous winter as to alert the fellow Kattegat residents of your newfound status as lover rather than captive.

Her fingers dip into your virgin heat with patience, the woman watching your face’s every movement as she works each digit into you. “Do you like that, princess?” she asks, voice deep and low. “Do you like the way I feel inside of you?”

You nod, unable to speak anything but high-pitched whines.

“Good,” she purrs. Soon she has three fingers working in and out of you, crooking them so that all you see is hot white with her thumb rubbing at the crest of your center so behind all that is stars. It’s not long before the hot coil in your lower intestine becomes too tight, too tight to bear and you’re screaming for her to keep going don’t stop please my queen do not stop for anything in the world and she’s smiling into the base of your neck and nipping at your collarbones and telling you she wouldn’t let go of you for promise of Valhalla and suddenly-

Suddenly you’re both gasping and unable to breath, squeezing your eyes shut and keeping them locked on Lagertha’s form now over you with her hand driving into you, body relaxed and tense.

You collapse (when did you sit up?) onto the furs with your chest expanding painfully. “Oh, God,” you moan with the world still spinning around you.

“That’s not me,” Lagertha says with a smirk. “But I’ll happily take the compliment.”

You almost, almost have the energy to laugh at her stupid joke, but instead you merely throw her a small smile and curl back into the warmth of her body. Part of you thinks that maybe, just maybe this is the start of a love you don’t have to fear.