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ghostiesimpilton · 3 years ago

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Are you Gonna Cry?

W2S X Reader

Based off are you gonna cry? By love joy

Fluff - 988 words

Of course the first party after lock down was thrown by the sidemen, everyone was gonna be there. The last few weeks Y/N and her boyfriend Nick had been arguing, it took a lot of convincing from her for them to come. After about an hour Y/N was talking with Talia, Freya, and Harry. Over the last few weeks Harry was actually there for her alot, after a really intense argument she knew she could go to Harrys and vent for as long as she needed. He’d make her hot cocoa and tea, and order any takeaway she wanted at the moment.

Suddenly they saw Nick storming towards them. She could tell that he had been drinking, before she could say anything he slapped Y/N across the face, “WHORE” he screamed. In the same moment Josh, Ethan and JJ jumped up from the table they were sitting at a few meters away, restraining Nick as well as making a wall between him and the girls. Y/N was still in shock that this is even happening, Talia however was not having it so she sprung up and said, “ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK NICK”. “ This isn't about you princess” he said smugly “ If that slut could keep her hands off that motherfucker for five god damn minutes' ' Nick clumsily points at Harry.

“Well maybe if you wernt an abusive acholoholic fucker she wouldn't have to come over so much, besides we’ve never done anything mate” “ oh really” he mocked “is that why she talks about you in her sleep”. At that moment Harry and Y/N’s faces whent bright pink, it was true they never did anything, but over the weeks they both started developing small feelings for eachother. “You need to calm down lad” a few of the boys said as JJ and Ethan escorted him out. Before sutting the door JJ said “ How the actual fuck did she end up with you?” For about 30 minutes Nick was texting and calling Y/N trying to make her come home with her, before a few guys had to go out and tell him to fuck off. “ Just turn off your phone, '' both Talia and Freya suggested, to which she almost immediately did.

Even though the club was dark Harry could still see faint tears going down Y/N's face. “ Hey let's go in the back so you can calm down, there's too much going on out here” Y/N simply nodded her head and followed him to a small room behind the main bar that only contained a few couches, a mini bar and a tv. They sat down on one of the couches and she almost immediately started sobbing, she hugged Harry as tight as possible, He was shocked by the hug at first but quickly sank into it hugging her back just as tight. “ I FUCKING hate him Bog” she said through tears, “I know Y/N” he reassured you ”youre ok now, I’ve got you”. “ Why don't I just break up with him, why do I put up with this” She sniffed. “ you’ve been together years, its hard when you've known them that long, you stay hoping they’ll change, but they never do” Harry said softly. “Hey Bog” “yeah” “ Can I stay at yours for a few days” “Of course”. They sat like this until about 20 minutes after Y/N stopped crying. They walked out without saying bye to anyone, just getting in Harry's car and driving away. Neither of them were quite ready to go back to Harry's flat. They went to a nearby park and put down the seats in the back of his car so they could both comfortably sit back there. Y/N Continued ranting about how horrible Nick is, “ OMG, that's why he was refusing to come '' she said as if she had just found the cure for cancer, she then explained to Harry how he was being difficult before they showed up. “ Im so fucking sorry, I dont know how you listen to me rant about dickhead so much” Y/N said shyly. “ well it's you, I could listen to you talk for hours'' Harry replied, his face turning red when he realized what he said.''Boggo?” “yeah” “can I kiss yo-”. Before Y/N could even finish her sentence their lips smashed together, They broke apart and pressed their foreheads together. “Let's go back to my place, yeah.” Harry said smiling and so they were off. Cal still isn't back, and they couldn't be bothered to watch a movie or something, so they just went to bed. “ I love you Y/N” “ I love you too bog

They both woke up to a loud banging at the door, and they both knew exactly who it was. “ Can you talk to him?'' Y/N said shyly “I'm not quite ready to face him” “ Of course, love” Harry replied leaving the room slightly blushing. “ The fuck do you want mate” Harry said opening the door blocking the entrance incase Nick tried to barge in.” where’s Y/N, I know that cunt is here” “ Fuck off man, she doesnt want to see you, and besides shes coming to yours to get her stuff” “ WHAT THE HELL” Nick screamed punching the wall next to the door. “ And dont think youre gonna try any funny business, all the guys are coming with her” “ Fuck, I hit her one time and suddenly she needs 10 fucking bodyguards?!” Nick replied quickly, his temper increasing by the second. “ Please, man me and you both know it was way more than once, you gotta give it up, she’s finally running away from you mate .” Harry Snapped back, Nick's eyes grew wide, suddenly he stomped off down the hall to the elevator, not before Harry could hear him yell and hit the wall just a few more times.

Part 2 is on my page :)

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saewokhrisz · 2 years ago

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ALSO!! BIRDIES 👀

HERE WE GOO

who is more likely to hurt the other?

aloy has the erm..tendency to be harsh without thinking about the consequences of the words she says

who is emotionally stronger?

id say pretty evenly matched, However id have to say talanah is a bit more resilient, (this is a surprise even to me now that i thought about it a bit more)

who is physically stronger?

my sweet beefy daughter, aloy

who is more likely to break a bone?

sigh....aloy.....everyone act surprised quick !!!!

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

theyre even and thank god theyre friends and not against one another cuz if they were theyd make eachother cry under 40 seconds

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument?

i dont see them arguing all the often, but when they do ,,,oh god,,,but regardless my answer is aloy, but that doesnt mean talanah wont admit when she's in the wrong in an arguement (after they cooled down cuz lord knows these two will burn the world down with how heated their arguement would get if its serious)

who treats who’s wounds more often?

ms khane padish is aloys resident medic atp...que intensely gay wound patching and a "kiss it better" move

who is in constant need of comfort?

aloy, but she wont admit to it, however talanah doesnt need to do much for her walls to come down

who gets more jealous?

Talanah Khane Padish.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

hold on let me just ...[pulls out the first pages of the sunhawk comic]

who will propose?

talanah will plan a Perfect Moment to propose only for aloy to blurt it out in a nerve-ridden moment of flusterdness

who has the most difficult parents?

next question.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

lanah :] who comes up for the other all the time?

they cannot escape hearing about eachother, not like they mind, theyre proud of their wives !!! (except when some fucking asshole carja talks shit abt talanah, hands are gonna FLY)

who hogs the blankets?

talanah !!

who gets more sad?

OOF i think neither get outright Sad? but they evenly go into waves of melancholy

who is better at cheering the other up?

theyre phenomenal joksters both and great at comforting someone, however while lanah does it with intention and skill, aloy just kinda finds her way around making the other cheer up a little

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

insert "youre still my favourite thrush" clip from the begining of burning blooms, ill let that answer this question for me (its talanah)

who is more streetwise?

*street* street wise, talanah , but wilderness street wise? aloy

who is more wise?

.....depends?????? in some situations id say talanah but ive been questioning this stance

who’s the shyest?

loysie;;

who boasts about the other more?

talanah: so my WIFE, slayer of redmaw-

who sits on who’s lap?

talanah has big cat energy and she loves sitting in aloys lap..and aloy loves it (esp being able to hug her from behind ueueueu)

#THANKS FOR THE ASK ROBIN #i jsut #them #hHNHnh #birdies #aloy #talanah #horizon #ask meme #asks

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blacksunscorpio · 3 years ago

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Pisces notwithstanding, I hope you answer my ask (victim mentality hook line and sinker). My cheekiness aside, I would love to hear you take on a Composite Venus conjunct Composite Ascendant and square Composite Pluto (signs are Capricorn and Libra if that helps). How does that couple come across?

Composite Venus conjunct Composite Ascendant

Two people come off to others as friendly, charming, sociable, and generally the kind of couple who has similar tastes and interests. Since the Composite Ascendant is the relationships "face" as it were, others perceive the union as an amorous but agreeable partnership. A relationship where two people generally like each other and complete each other well. This aspect can also indicate the "handsome" couple. The couple that looks "good" together in matters of things very much about the senses, i.e: Clothing, money, aesthetics, grooming/style. The couple that comes off as compatible on a superficial [Venus] level. Very easy cooperation. The couple will exemplify Venus and act her out in the day to day. The blending of the desires will be seamless and there won't be a lot of trouble with this aspect alone. A lot of love here and perhaps a financial pay off, too as Venus is ruler of the 2nd house. Good placement for two people who want to invest together. Great placement for the literal "law of attraction". The couple that will be physically comfortable with eachother AKA the PDA types. Hand holding, kissing, hugging, etc.

Now throwing Pluto in the mix might will change things...

Composite Venus/ascendant square Composite Pluto can be dealt with. It will just make the sexual fascination hard to ignore. Two people will be very turned on by eachother. The problem is, with a square it'll exacerbate the issues in the relationship and bring the hidden and buried issues to the surface where what is, on a surface level a picture perfect relationship, might manifest with a closer look as a toxic one. Especially if Pluto is heavy in the charts of the natives and afflicted or two people are just underdeveloped in general. The drama is biblical. There is a push-pull aspect here. Make up, break up. Hot and cold. Power struggles. Why? Because you're dealing with the 2nd house 8th house axis. Classic Venus Pluto. Taurean and Plutonic themes. In this particular case you've got another difficult pairing, Venus and Saturn in hard aspect compatibility wise.

Someone always wants the power but as this is composite and analysis of the relationship itself, no one fully has the upper hand. It goes back and forth. Typically. However, if one person is more plutonic, they will usually be the aggressor while "Venus is the victim". This will be the couple that loves eachother one moment then has a blow up at a dinner party with all the friends because Paul took too long of a glance at Nancy behind Olivia's back. VERY passionate about each other. These people will remain attracted to eachother for the long term. Why? Because of the psychological intensity. You two can't get eachother off your minds. Lots of manipulation with the square. Perhaps even sabotage. Lets say these people go on a break, if one sees the other too happy with someone else, they'll find a way to shut it down. Sliding into the DMs. Intimidation of the new lover. Future Hendrix-esque messages about how they'll never find anyone who loves them as much as they do. The Toxicity *System of a down voice*, smh lol. There's a spell two people are under with this aspect. It will be very hard to let go but often two people might need some space and need to lead separate lives because of the pressure-cooker vibes this aspect creates.

"I can't live with you but God forbid I live without you. [I'll friggin die]"

Two people are obsessed with eachother and since Pluto is also aspecting the rising of the Composite, others will observe this about the couple. Think Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big from Sex and the City. It looks glamorous, glittery, and it's clear there's a deep attraction here, but behind the scenes there's betrayal, affairs, the inability to leave eachother alone. Power struggles. And oh! The Drrrrraaammmmaaaaaa. So much drama. You secretly love it though because that's Venus/Pluto [and throw in the Martian 1st house]. You don't feel alive if the relationship doesn't have a dash of Broadway with Garnish of a daytime soap.

You'll want healthy Saturn or strong Jupiter in harmonious aspect in this composite so forgiveness, maturity, and stability come easily. Otherwise, psychological traumas aren't possible, they're probable. One of those relationships you will have to take some time to heal from. Take a good look at the natal chart to see who might be bringing the energy and how go deal with it in the healthiest way possible.

#good question #hope this helps #composite analysis #composite #composite venus #composite ascendant #composite pluto #composite venus square pluto #astro asks #astro tumblr #synastry asks #composite asks

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iwhishtomeetinournextlife · 3 years ago

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An anonymous love (Part 1)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particulary rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, reader is worried about Sirius, not proof read

Word count : 1.8k

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

You're here - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

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Y/N loved receiving letters but even more sending them, she loved including all sorts of little gifts in hers; flowers, drawings, photographs, candies sometimes, she loved it even more now she was a witch, she started doing experiments with her magic. She learned how to make the drawings moves, charms the flowers so they would reopen as fresh as new, she even found a way for the letter to be read out loud if desire, in a way were it doesn’t fold and destroy itself the ways howlers do, so it could be listen to over and over again, her family especially loved that one.

She wanted to see now if could even include kisses, or even hugs, the feeling of arm wrapping around you to squeeze you tight was one of the best feeling to her and she wanted to be able to send it to anyone, so they could feel it whenever they wanted.

She was able to put the hugs and the kisses on little cards who had to be unfold, it took many mistake, accidents and retry but she was able to do it after some times. It wasn’t as reusable has she had hoped, only three uses who doesn’t last more than five seconds, but she was confident enough to know she will do better in the future.

She had send her last version to her parents a few days ago, one she was the proudest of, and was now waiting for their respond. Making sure everything was perfect was important as the first time she tried to do it the message felt like a dagger stabbing her chest. Thankfully she had no injuries, Mrs Pomfrey assured her there were nothing, the pain stayed a few hours though and she could have kissed the nurse for excusing her from the morning class that day, she would have not been able to work anyway.

Y/N was now waiting at the slytherin table next to the few friends she was able to make among her own house, quietly eating while listening to the crazy story of the friend on her right, laughing joyfully. She turned her head when she saw the owls starting to enter the room, eager to find if she will receives the respond of her parents, she watch as the other student opened their own mail, including the raven-haired boy at the gryffindor table, Sirius Black.

He had catch the eye of Y/N like many others, girls and boys, but she never dared to make a move, she was a slytherin and she knew how much he hated them. She had thought many times to send him an anonymous later but what for ? It would be a lost cost and she rather let the feeling die rather than being hurt. Well, at least she thought her feelings would disappear as time went by but she was incredibly wrong, it only got more intense.

Being in most of his classes was of no help, his cocky behavior, his stunning looks and charming smile. What bugged her the most was how brilliant he was, she never saw him study or even really paid good attention in class but was somehow able to earn good marks. She was a bit jealous of him for that if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t a bad student per say but did have to be focused and study to have good grades. They talked a few times before, mostly him helping her out with classes but he was nothing but nice and patient with her despote the green of her tie.

She fell for him even more when she saw him helping first years travelling the corridors and defending a third year against her bully, the punch was perfectly aimed for Merlin’s sake ! She loved every story he told her, all the pranks, the aventures, the quidditch match. The more she learned about him, the more difficult it was for her to keep her eye away from him.

“You’re drooling again”, Jacob snapped her out of her mind “ ‘m not !” swipping her lips just to be sure, making her friends laugh, she was red of embarassment, so out she hadn’t notice the owl giving her her parent’s letter. She gratefully took it before giving a bit of food to the owl who then flied away. Y/N got interrupt has she was opening the enveloppe.

“C’mon, you cant’ keep looking at him from afar for the rest of school ! Talk to him for once and save us the lover eyes !” said Olivia, “I can’t, you know he hates slytherins” her friend opened her mouth to protest before being cut. “Plus, he is way out of my league, he is like-" Y/N hesited a bit on her words, waving her hand around “- a sun giving life around him and I’m just somekind of, I don’t know, insect in the dirt”. Her friends around all gave a chorus of long sighs, they heard that a million times before, she rolled her eyes “My point is, I will never have the courage to ask him out”.

Before anyone could talk, a loud sound was heard comming from the gryffindor table, followed by the sound of turn up paper. When Y/N looked, she frowned, seeing Sirius almost running out of the room. “Wait mate !” James Potter, his best friend, tried to follow him but Remus Lupin stopped him. Y/N didn’t quite catch what they were saying, something about him needing to be alone.

And alone he stayed, she didn’t see him for the rest of the day, and she learned during the dinner that night it was because of the letter he received from home, it was quite known by most of the people who cared enough to be aware of the disastrous relationship of Sirius and his family, as it wasn’t unusual to see the boy upset because of his mother. Y/N’s blood boiled every time it would happened, how could someone treat their child that way ? Taking their time to write every horrid words just to cause pain ? Using something she loved so much to cause trouble instead as it should be : for the one you loved.

The scene earlier that day worked her up so much, she put her parent’s latter away without reading it, and it is only now in her bed she remembered even having it. She smiled at the curved letters, it was her mother’s handwritting, she very enthousiatly explain how her and her dad loved the hug, that coupled with the speaking spell “It was like you were right here with us !”, well not quite as she precised right after, but it felt nice to feel and hear their daughter after so many weeks apparts. She laughted when her father this time wrote she should find a way to commercial it, as she will become the richest witch of the wizard world. “Sure thing dad” she thought to herself. She carefully fold the paper before putting it in her “letter box”.

Then when she laid down, she couldn’t stop feeling sad for Sirius, he had such terrible parents but deserved so much more. She turned and turned and turned around in her bed, searching for a way to cheer him up and then she stopped, thinking of the letter of her parents and the success of the hug in the message, perhaps, she could send him something ..? She blushed at the idea, what could she says ? “Hey, your parents suck but your butty could send me in outter space”, sure, yeah, what a great idea Y/N.

She sighed, fine, maybe not that harsh but she could try to remind him how much is he loved here and how much of a great person he is. So she sat down in her bed, took a piece of parchment, her ink and her quill, careful to not wake up her roomates as she closed her curtains. She blow air through her mouth for a minute, gathering some courage, and then she start to write, hoping he would like it.

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The next day when she woke up, or more like when it was time to get ready since she didn’t close her eye all night, wanting the message to be perfect : the drawing, an illustration of a dog, a stag, a rat and the moon, remembering the nickname and the jokes the marauders gave and made to eachothers, she charmed it for the little animals to run around the paper, leaving paws or hooves print behind –which disappear after a few step of course-, the curves of the words, the ink, she had opt for her favorite dark purple, the flowers had she picked, some wind-flower and cyclamen, that she carefully stuck to the parchment.

And of course the final touch : a kiss on the forhead. She had thought of a hug but decided it was too much, it could be scary to suddenly feels arms around you. A smol kiss was more appropriate, a bit bold yeah, but more fleeting, less intimidating and still a tender gesture.

When she was happy with the result and check any error in her words she put the message in an envelopt, decorated with stars, showing the cannis constellation, because of Sirius name obviously. And then put it in her bag, careful so her friend would not see it.

Once she was ready and out of her room with her friends, she realised she had no idea on how to give it to him. Surely not by hand, she didn’t put her name anywhere for a reason, maybe slide it into his bag during class ? But she was to scared to be caught.

She didn’t have to worry about it to much, since Sirius wasn’t at the class she shared with him, his friends looked troubled and worried, calmer than usual. Y/N felt a weight setting in her stomach, was the letter that bad he didn’t want to show up today either ? When he wasn’t at lunch either, she decided to send him by owl.

She excused herself from her friend, saying she had to send a letter, it wasn’t unusual for her to do so, so they didn’t even flinch. Once at the owl aviary and once she gave it to an owl and walked away, trying not to think to much, she stop. What if the letter only made him more upset ? Of course nothing she wrote was mean, but what if he didn’t like at all the idea of some unknown person looking in his private life ? Feeling arrogant enough to think they could cheer him up when his friends, those whom he consider family, weren’t able to do it ? Y/N turned around to take the letter back but it was too late, the bird had fly away, and since he was at hogwarts, he will have it in a few minutes only.

She felt the weight in her stomach get heavier, she hoped so much it will not make things worse.

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Hoped you liked my first fic ! I don't know when the second part will be posted but I'll do my best for it to be soon.

Have a nice day ! Love you <3

#sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #An anonymous lover #Sirius Black #sirius x reader

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erischaos · 5 years ago

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the beginning

summary: on your anniversary, you remember how you met Johnny.

words: +1,9k

tags: fluffy

It all started a few years ago, in 2017, when you were doing a part-time job in the SBS radio as the script writer and semi-producer for a new show that was going to take place in march. The only thing that they told you about it was that it was going to be host by two newly debuted idols from a very famous company, a new that made you very excited. A few weeks later a meeting with both of them took place but you had a final exam at uni and you couldn´t attend, which made you a lot more nervous since you still didn’t knew who the idols were, because that information was confidential. The first show came sooner than expected, and as a part of the team you were finally going to met the idols. While you were waiting for them to arrive one of your girl coworkers came to you.

“y/n you can’t imagine how handsome they are” she said, almost screaming “you’re going to die when you see them” you laughed but since you were a little picky you choosed to not take her words too serious. But, oh lord, how wrong you were.

Two tall men came through the door, a blond and a brunette one. You weren’t stupid and you didn’t lived under a rock, but you were distracted enough to not notice the name of the show, which gave away completely the name of the group. A very young Jaehyun and Johnny stood in front of you and introduced themselves to the team. Jaehyun was pretty, he was a very beautiful man, his kind eyes and his dimples were to die for, but Johnny, he was a different story. He wasn’t just pretty, his particular features left you breathless at first sight, and his aura was captivating and it made your knees weak. You felt embarrassed, he was an idol yes, but first of all he was your new coworker, and you weren’t a teenager anymore.

After all of the formalities the tallest, Johnny, came to you and started to ask a lot of technical stuff and you did your best to explain but damn, you were blown away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of honey and he never cut the visual contact which made you a lot more nervous and flustered. His voice was deep and assertive, it really looked like he knew what he was talking about, it even seemed like he knew more than you. He called his friend and you explained both some things about the script and when the time came they started the show. You were surprise this was their first time, they looked nervous but at the same time they were eloquent and funny. You tried your best to pay attention to your work, because that’s what they were paying you for, not to look at Johnny. But damn, it was hard.

A week passed and the only thing that you did was waiting for the night to see him. You were going mad. He was just a man. An idol, a very handsome and cute, and funny, and kind man, but at the end he was just a man. You realized you were completely fucked up when you started to watch his fancams. I mean, he was famous, talented, successful, and you were a very average looking exchange student who every month struggled with paying the bills. You mentalized yourself, that night you were going to do your work and nothing else, but he made it difficult though, every night before starting he used to talk to you about whatever was on his mind. But this time you were going to stay strong and tell him you had to be focused on your work.

Everything was going fine at first, but Johnny wasn’t going to let you live in peace. Actually, he was going to change your whole life with a single question.

“y/n would you like to take a coffee with me after tonight’s show?” your whole brain shut down. The only thing you could do was to blurt “yes, yes, sure, I would like that a lot” Great, you sounded like a fucking asshole, and a very, very desperate one, congratulations.

You were nervous like you’ve never been in your life. And confused, was this a date? A simple coffee? What did he wanted to talk about? About the radio? Jesus, you haven’t had a date in years. Time passed surprisingly fast for your liking and soon you found yourself on the cafeteria of the building having a decaffeinated cappuccino and listening to him talk about NCT 127 promotions. You weren’t sure if it you passed out from the stress and it was all a dream or if you actually had Johnny Suh talking to you about his day and laughing at your dad jokes.

Soon it became a routine, every night after the show you both went to the cafeteria and talked until late about your childhood, your dreams, your fears, until you had to leave to go to sleep so you didn’t die at uni next morning. Talking to him was effortless, it was like you knew him all your life, he was even better than what you thought, so full of love to give, smart, thoughtful, trustable, caring, so you weren’t surprised when you realized you were in love. It happened after a little hiatus the program took for a show they had overseas, and when you saw him again for the first time it hit you. He came almost running to you and hugged you tight in front of all the team “I missed you a lot” he said, muffled by your hair. You found yourself breathless once again and mumbled a tiny “me too”. And just like that the realization came: you were deeply and madly in love with Johnny Suh and you wanted him to hold you like that for the rest of your life. You both let go the hug and everybody went back to work, except for you two. “a little bird told me your birthday is in a few days so, I was wondering if instead of a coffee you would like to have dinner with me” you were shooked, if the coffee dates weren’t actually a date, this was. And for your birthday! You were exploding with happiness.

That night also was when the first kiss happened. While the program was going on and Jaehyun was reading some twits from the fans, you and Johnny locked eyes. And it felt different, it wasn’t a simple visual contact, it was filled with a tension of some kind, you could feel it from across the glass and you were sure he was feeling the same too. He went on with the script but he never stopped looking at you and it was getting very intense and it only stopped when it was time for the commercials. Eventually the show ended and like every night you both headed to the elevator to go to the cafeteria floor. Normally being on the elevator with him felt overwhelming but to a normal amount. That time he didn’t even gave you time to feel nervous, as soon as the door closed he roughly leaned his whole body against yours until your back touched the wall, looking at you in the eyes, like if he was asking for your permission, you pushed him down by the nape and connected your lips to his. It was the most intense kiss you ever had, it conveyed so much passion, weeks of holding back now were being unleashed in a single kiss. His lips were heaven and hell, so dangerous but so necessary, like a drug. His hands were all over you and yours were tugging at his perfectly styled hair, now messy. You were forced to stop when the elevator reached its destiny and the door opened but your legs weren’t responding and him didn’t moved either, so you stayed for a few seconds looking at each other, breathing heavily, until you both started laughing and finally came out.

The new routine was making out in every corner of the building everytime you were alone and then go to drink coffee and chat like nothing happened. Like if you weren’t a mess, and like if he hadn’t had to hide a boner everytime. It was surreal.

Since the radio program ended after twelve o’clock you celebrated your birthday along with your coworkers, and when the show ended you went to change your clothes while Johnny waited for you in the hall, downstairs. You wore a red dress and only a red lipstick since you wanted to look good quickly, and let your hair down. When you finally met you noticed he changed his outfit for a more elegant one: black shirt and black pants. You both flustered when you saw each other “you look amazing birthday girl” he flirted with you. “you don’t look that bad yourself JonhD” you said back. “JonhD?”, he asked confused “yes, you know…your name is John and you are a dj” he laughed out loud at your explanation while he helped you to get on the company van. Soon you arrived to a private restaurant, that giving the hour it was supposed to be closed but SM has its ways.

In the middle of it was a table settled for two and Johnny helped pulling your chair like a gentleman. The conversation went very fluid during all the dinner until the champagne arrived. He stopped talking and stared at your eyes, and you realized they got teary so yours did too. He swallowed and spoke “y/n this might sound a little rushed, giving the fact that we only knew eachother two months ago and all that but” he made a pause to breath and you did too “I think I’m in love with you and, I’ll really love to be your boyfriend” a tear fell from his eye. “i know it might be hard because of my work and the fans but I really want you to be my girl” he started to get nervous since you weren’t answering “I fully understand if you don’t want to though”. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but it was real. He was in front of you, looking at your eyes and saying that he loved you. You were paralyzed and the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you speak, but you ignored it and answered.

“John Suh, nothing in this world could make me more happy right now than call you my boyfriend” you grabbed him by his hands and smiled at him “I love you, I truly do”. He left out all the air he was holding and smiled too “thanks god, I though I was going to have to return your gift” he took out of his blazers pocket a medium sized velvet box and handed it to you. “oh Johnny, you shouldn't have brought me anything” he shushed you and looked at you expectantly. Without wasting any more time you opened it and inside of it was a beautiful and delicate heart necklace with both initials and your birthday date, which now was also your anniversary. Needless to say you were speechless.

Even after a year and with him taking a nap in your lap it all still felt like a dream, Johnny declaring himself to you, and now he being your first love and first boyfriend. You gently stroked his hair with one hand at the same time you were playing with your necklace, after a few minutes he slowly woke up and looked at you “nice double chin, baby” he murmured. “I can’t believe that the first thing you do after waking up is making fun of me” he laughed and you lowered your head to kiss him “happy first anniversary headass”.

Hii!! this is my second scenario ever and since the first one got a lot of notes i decided to write another. its not as good as the first one in my opinion but i had this idea on my mind for a while and i wanted to share it! please if you notice any grammatical error let me know! it means a lot for me if you could like and share<3

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smutbymia · 5 years ago

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You can pick any type (fluff, smut, etc) The reader does something to congratulate Jungwoo on returning back from his break :)

You stood backstage watching Jungwoo shift around anxiously as he waited to get on stage. Your heart was beating fast so his must have been beating at an unimaginable speed. He had been a nervous wreck for the last couple of weeks as he got closer and closer to the day he would rejoin NCT for promotions and concerts.

You tried your best to reassure him that things would be fine but it had been difficult for him to believe you. It wasn’t that he was necessarily worried about the fans reactions. He knew that they would welcome him back well. What scared him the most was being back on stage after so long. It was like riding a bike for the first time, or jumping into a pool after spending years away from the water.

Though he knew he was fully capable, it was as if he was debuting all over again. Even in rehearsals it felt as though he was relearning everything again from scratch — re-introducing his body to the feeling of moving the way it used to.

He hadn’t been his cheerful self for a while now, but you had faith. He needed this, you thought to yourself. He needed this more than he realized.

The music began and you watched as the platform that the members stood on was raised from underneath the stage as the sounds of screaming fans filled the air. Jungwoo looked back at you before their heads peaked up towards the audience and you flashed him a big smile, shooting your thumbs up to give him extra reassurance. “I love you,” you mouthed, as a small smile played at his lips. Then he was gone, up to the stage and out of view.

You watched the rest of the concert from backstage. And as expected, Jungwoo performed exceptionally. He absolutely killed it. He sang as though he had been yearning to do so for his whole life, and danced as if the entire world was watching. You couldn’t help but tear up as the members delivered their final ments, and the audience cheered for a full minute straight when it was Jungwoo’s turn to speak.

He thanked them for welcoming him back so warmly, sounding shy yet reassured now that he had officially made his return. His members pinched at his cheeks and suffocated him in a group hug as they expressed their excitement for his return. They felt complete again. And soon they were headed off stage as the concert hall began to clear out.

You waited off stage as the members came back down on their platform, exhausted yet relieved that they had made it through yet another show. Jungwoo’s eyes scanned the room in search for you, and you gave him a small wave once they had landed on you. His face immediately brightened up, as he broke into the biggest smile you had seen in a while while he excused himself, making his way over to you.

“You were so amazing, baby!” you cooed as you cupped his face in your hands. He giggled as he roped his hands around you to hug you. You raised yourself up onto your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. “Come with me...” you pleaded as you planted a soft kiss on his earlobe. He looked visibly flushed as he pulled away from the hug and titled your chin up to meet his gaze.

“They’ll notice I’m gone,” he said in a hushed voice. Johnny was walking by you that very second and you pulled on his arm, dragging him into your conversation. “Johnny, can you pretty please cover for Jungwoo and I?” you asked him.

Johnny looked between the two of you and then looked around the room at the staff and other members before sighing. “Fine, you guys have about 15 minutes. I’ll come up with something,” he said in a whisper.

You wasted no time, dragging Jungwoo by his hand down the hall, turning a corner and ducking into an empty dressing room that wasn’t in use for the night. You locked the door behind you immediately before pushing Jungwoo up against it.

“Whoa —“ he said, before you interrupted his words by smashing your lips against his. You ran your hands up against his body. Once you reached his shoulders you shoved off the blazer he had worn for his performance, letting it fall to the ground.

He groaned in your mouth as you reached your hand up to tilt his head sideways, dropping kisses and licks all over his neck. He let out a soft moan. “Baby, I’m sweaty!” he complained.

“Don’t care,” you murmured against his skin as you dragged your teeth along his jawline before planting a kiss on his lips and pulling back with a smile on your face. “What’s gotten into you, crazy girl?” Jungwoo questioned with an alarmed yet amused look on his face.

You paused for a second, the sexual tension now turning soft. You brushed a strand of hair from his face as you leaned into him. “I’m just so proud of you, Jungwoo,” you said. “You’ve suffered with worry for so long and worked hard to come back to work. You were a star tonight. I always believed in you but seeing it happen for real this time was just amazing,” you praised.

He smiled down at you as he planted a peck on your lips. “I wouldn’t have made it through the last few months if it wasn’t for you,” he began, “You know that right?”

He kissed you again, this time dropping them along the side of your neck. “You’re my biggest supporter... my true motivation,” he said as he dropped his hands down to grip at your behind. You whimpered under his touch as he played with the straps of your dress, shifting them off your shoulders to let it fall lower and expose your breasts.

He licked at your bottom lip as his tongue entered your mouth for a passionate kiss before he palmed at your chest. You moaned against his lips as you trailed your hands back down his body, passing the waistband of his pants after fumbling with the zipper and button. “I’m supposed to be the one rewarding you, tonight,” you teased.

Your hand grazed the erection that had grown in his pants. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft as you jerked him slowly, feeling him grow harder under your touch. Jungwoo let out a breathy moan as he struggled to regain his composure. “Not if I reward you first,” he challenged, before capturing your mouth in his once more.

Jungwoo grunted against your lips as the intensity of your kiss increased. His hands tugged at your sensitive nipples, sending electric shocks through your body and making wetness pool in your undies. Soon he was mirroring your actions. He hiked up your mini dress before slipping his hands into the front of your panties.

It seemed as though the competition had finally begun. You both moaned against each others mouths as you tightened your grip around his cock, reaching lower to jerk him off, letting the head of his member slip between your fingers as they dripped with pre cum.

“Not fair, you had a head start,” giggled Jungwoo as he bit down on his lips and slipped his fingers between your folds before circling your clit with his digits at a fast pace. You leaned into him as your body shuttered under his touch, trying your best to maintain the rhythm you had developed as you jerked quickly at his length.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck as his cheek rested against the top of your hair as you both panted, competing to get the other off first. Jungwoo slipped two fingers into you as he pumped his fingers vigourously at your hole, sending you spiraling out of control. “Fuck... that feels too good,” you complained, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

Jungwoo was jerking his hips into your fist as he whimpered softly, eyes shut with his cheek still firmly pressed to your head as he struggled to control his breathing.

His back still rested firmly against the dressing room door as you sucked at the flesh of his skin. “Come for me, baby,” you cooed in his ear. You could hear him let out a muffled moan as he pumped his fingers deeper into you, and you frantically jerked him off.

You kissed him deeply, as the two of you rushed towards your peaks. “Look at me,” Jungwoo pleaded. “I want to see your beautiful face,” he urged as he curled his fingers up against your g-spot.

Your eyes were locked with his, both of your mouths parted as you let out shallow breaths, lips still barely brushing against eachother due to your proximity. You felt his cum spill onto your hands as he groaned, just as you felt your own orgasm hit you. Your juices flowed out onto his fingers as you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes, taking in the sight of the other coming undone.

You fell forward onto him, as he pressed his weight into the door, still with his fingers deep inside of you and your hands burried inside of his pants. “Crap, we should get back,” he said between deep breaths.

You nodded against his chest as you freed your hands from his pants, and he pulled his fingers out of you, both slipping your own fingers in your mouths as you cleaned each other off of them, giggling.

You were dressed in a flash, and headed back down the hall towards the rest of the group. Jungwoo kissed at your cheeks as you made your way down the hall hand in hand.

“This isn’t over,” he teased as he patted your butt softly through your dress. You were sure you would continue where you left off once you were back home and in bed together. But for now you had one other thing to do.

You opened the door to the original dressing room where everyone had gotten ready and motioned for Jungwoo to go inside first.

He froze in shock as his members and the rest of their staff screamed “SURPRISE!”

An array of main and side dishes were spread across a table that wasn’t there before the concert, along with a cake. You watched as the room descended into chaos as the boys all reached across the table, picking at the food with their chopsticks. They must have been starving after putting on such a show.

Jungwoos manager turned to you, “Johnny told me you offered to keep Jungwoo distracted since the delivery was running late! Thank you!”

You nodded, meeting Johnnys gaze from across the room as he flashed you a quick wink. The pleasure was entirely yours. And Jungwoos of course.

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gottlem · 5 years ago

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you belong with me (gigi x crystal)

a/n - some of this isnt proofread so im SORRY if it gets messy at the end it is literally 3am. also this is my first fic so pls be kind i dont know what im doing like at all. (also keep a look at for slight jackie x jan) this was inspired by someone wanting a fanfic based off of you belong with me by taylor swift and i loved the idea so here we are and i am sorry.

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Gigi and Crystal are best friends. Growing up living so close to each other made them an absolute power-duo, for years on end they have been inseparable at all times. When they were younger, Gigi would sleep over at Crystals every single weekend and neither of them would ever get sick of eachother. They spent their nights giggling at nothing and making pinky promises “to never ever not be friends” and that they would be each other's “favourite person” forever, because they didn’t know that life can get a tad bit more… complicated when you start to get a little older. Living in ignorant bliss of the impending doom of high school, they would spend their time in their own little bubble, making the most of each other's company. In their minds, it wasn’t a question whether or not they loved each other. The answer was there without even having to ask the question, but of course they were too young to fully understand anyway.

In her early teens, Crystal would slowly realise that if young Gigi and Crystal were a boy and a girl, everyone would have joked about them being together with them being so close, but since they had been two little girls, they were just best friends in everyone’s eyes. Crystal would also slowly realise that ‘just best friends’ isn’t really where she wanted to stay with Gigi, but that truth wouldn’t come for another few years. She learned about the term ‘lesbian’ when there was a rumour in the 7th grade that she was one. It hadn’t fully occurred to her that girls could like girls in that way, but when she did google what it meant on a random wednesday night, it seemed so obvious. Natural. Of COURSE girls can like girls, they’re so pretty! Needless to say, it didn’t take her very long to understand that maybe the rumour was actually true- but nobody needed to know that. Not even Gigi. Definitely not Gigi. To be honest, she didn’t know where her friend even stood on topics like this, but they had never even talked about boys, so she absolutely didn’t want to risk bringing up girls.

In 7th grade, Gigi already knew what a lesbian was. She heard talks about her best friend being into girls, but she paid it no mind. If Crystal was gay, she’d tell her, right? Gigi could be trusted with that kind of stuff. Either way, she wouldn’t bring it up. Maybe Crystal hadn’t even heard about it, maybe she was completely oblivious. Yeah. That must be it. It was around this time Gigi realised she herself might like girls. But it had nothing to do with Crystal. Nothing at all. In fact, the topic of relationships had never even come up between them. In 8th grade, Gigi started to get little crushes, exclusively on girls. This was the year she decided she was a lesbian. By then, the rumours about Crystal were long forgotten, but her friend’s sexuality was almost always in the back of Gigi’s mind. Crystal had never expressed interest in boys (or girls for that matter), but then again neither had Gigi. She knew she would have to come out to Crystal at some point - there was no WAY she was hiding a future girlfriend from her best friend.

One night in the summer before 9th grade, Gigi slept over at Crystal’s house. Just like old times, except now both girls had quite a big secret they were hiding from each other, completely unbeknownst to the fact that it was the exact same secret. Gigi was going to tell her by the end of the night. She was SURE of it. The hours passed like minutes and before the girls knew it, the sun had completely set outside and the moon shone down into Crystal’s brightly coloured bedroom (some would think it’s decor is all over the place, but Gigi would describe it as being perfectly Crystal). The pair had settled into a slow, but somehow not very sleepy conversation despite the time, by around 1am. If Gigi was going to tell her, it was now or never. Before she could change her mind, Gigi had looked Crystal in the eye and started with “I really need to tell you something”. She had rambled on about how much she trusted Crystal, and how much she wanted her to accept this. Crystal didn’t have any idea what Gigi could possibly be leading up to, but she did absoluetly not expect to hear “I’m gay, Crys” coming from her friend’s mouth at 1 in the morning.

The confession left Crystal speechless. Of course she didn’t judge Gigi, she was gay too! She was just shocked. How long had Gigi known? How long have they both known and didn’t tell eachother? It took Gigi’s tearful eyes and furrowed brows to tear Crystal out of her overthinking. Shit. She hadn’t even responded.

“Crystal. Are you mad? Oh my god you’re mad aren’t you? Or like weirded out? I can go if you want. I get if you’re like uncomfortable with me staying over now-”

“Gi”

“-I don’t have to sleep in your room. I’m sorry I told you. We never talk about this kind of stuff why did I think telling you would be ok? I-”

“Gigi!” Crystal shook Gigi’s shoulders to get her attention. Her eyes were bloodshot and Crystal cursed her brain for short circuiting when it did. She knew she had to tell Gigi now.

“Me too” her voice came out as a whisper, but it cut through the silence of the room with ease. It was Gigi’s turn to be stunned into silence. Neither of the girls said anything. Crystal just hugged her friend. She didn’t stop until they woke up in the morning. That week, Crystal let her eyes linger on her friend a little longer than normal every time they passed each other at school. She found herself re-typing text messages and doing anything to speak to Gigi. She knew what all this meant, but she would not tell Gigi. It was just a little crush. Everybody gets little crushes.

10th grade rolls around far too quickly than anyone would like to accept. Gigi and Crystal are as close as ever. Well, as close as ‘just friends’ can be, much to Crystal’s (hidden) dismay. Jan and Jackie, who had become very good friends with the pair in 9th grade, would constantly tease Crystal about her not-so-small-anymore crush on Gigi when the other girl wasn’t looking. Of course, Crystal hadn’t told them, but it wasn’t necessarily difficult for the couple to figure it out when she would stare at Gigi every chance she got. The teasing only got more painful about a month into 10th grade, when Gigi started dating the new student, Nicky. Suddenly, Crystal felt herself become awkward around her best friend - someone she used to feel so free with. It was easier to pretend she wasn’t falling in love with her when she was single. But now, now she had someone to be jealous of. Someone to remind her that clearly she’s just not good enough for Gigi. Every now and again, Gigi wouldn’t show up to their usual lunch table, leaving Crystal to third wheel with Jan and Jackie. On these days, Crystal didn’t bother looking for Gigi, she knew who she was with, and frankly she couldn’t bear to see them together. When she first saw the couple kiss, it made her stomach drop. Gigi was waiting for the bus when her friend sat next to her and made easy conversation. They were smiling and laughing until Nicky’s car (because of course she could drive) came to pick Gigi up. When she got in the car, the couple shared a moment far too intimate for Crystal’s liking. She pried her eyes away until she heard the car leave.

By Winter break, Gigi and Nicky had been dating for three months. Crystal wasn’t very familiar with how their relationship was going - she knew it would only hurt her if she always asked Gigi about it. If Gigi wanted to talk to her about it, she would bring it up, and apparently Gigi really didn’t want to talk to her about it. Crystal was fine with this. Well, Crystal was fine with this until there was a knock on her door at 11:58pm on a December night coming from the one and only Gigi Goode. Who was crying. Like, really crying. Crystal took the girl's hand and rushed her to her room, sitting her on the bed they had shared (platonically!!!!) many times before. She let her cry. Crystal had learned in her 16 years of life that sometimes, you just gotta cry. Still, the sight of her friend sobbing so much wasn’t an easy one to digest, nor was it one she had seen often.

After god only knows how long, Gigi’s cries had died down, she was in Crystal’s pyjamas (which Crystal thought was too much for her brain to handle right now, but considering the situation she pushed these thoughts the the back of her mind, as if she hadn’t tried that for the past year anyway) and she was holding a glass of ice water between both hands. It was Crystal who broke the silence.

“What’s up?” She was quiet, scared that speaking too loudly would cause the fragile girl infront of her to break down again. But she didn’t. Her brows furrowed and she had a look on her face that Crystal couldn’t quite place, something she wasn’t used to by any means after being friends for a good ten years now.

“It’s nothing. Me and Nicky just had an argument”

“And this is why you came to my house in hysterics in the middle of the night in Winter. Ok, sure.” She deadpans. Gigi gave her a look as if to say ‘you bitch’ but there’s a fondness behind it nonetheless.

“Ok fine. It’s more than nothing. It feels like all we ever do is argue anymore. We do like, two things; we argue or we mess around, yknow? And I’m kind of sick of it! It’s like I’m here for her to make out with and that’s all that we have going for us. That’s the only good thing. And shouldn’t there be more? Shouldn’t there be romance, and dates and shouldn’t we be able to be stupid in front of eachother and-” She started to cry again, though not as intense as before, definitely enough to stop her little rant. Crystal thought it was for the better, if she heard anymore of that she might start crying herself. She could give Gigi all of that. Hell, she already did for the most part.

Crystal was torn. She wanted to tell Gigi she should break up with Nicky. She knew it would be for the better, for both of them, but she still felt like it would be selfish of her to give that advice. She didn’t want to accidentally take advantage of Gigi, with her being in such a vulnerable space. So she tells Gigi the facts - well, she didn’t really have much (or any) experience so they could be completely false, but to her they seemed quite solid.

“Couples have honeymoon phases. They can’t keep their hands off each other because they’re so obsessed with this new person they have all to themselves and people get carried away. It’s human nature. But that dies down, or it should. Eventually. Couples argue. It’s healthy to disagree and make up every now and again but there comes a point where it’s just too much. I think you know where that point is. I can’t make it up for you, it’s not my relationship, babe” Crystal let the pet name slip without thinking too much about it. She was tired and it was a school night, and her friend was upset. She told herself it meant nothing. Gigi hugged her and fell asleep quite quickly, exhausted from her emotions having taken over.

Nicky was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. Painfully stunning. This was a fact, this was understood by boys and girls alike, gay straight or bi. Gigi was lucky to have her, or maybe she wasn’t. Crystal didn’t know anymore. She could see why Gigi had clearly fallen so hard for the french girl, with her fashion forward style and her thick accent that Crystal had no option to admit was just plain sexy. Again, this was all fact. Gigi was also beautiful. That’s why everyone loved them together. Aesthetically, their relationship just worked. But Crystal had a tear stained pillow and a broken girl to prove that aesthetics mean nothing unless there’s love there too. And Crystal loves Gigi. She always has, and probably always will. Crystal didn’t like Nicky. She didn’t like the knowing glares she would get as they passed each other in the hall. It was as if the french girl could read her damn mind and she didn’t like it one bit. It wound her up to no end. She also didn’t like how she would argue with Gigi until she would cry and cry and run to Crystal’s house, sobbing into her pillow. It became routine. The pillow was pushed to the side, specifically for when Gigi came to cry her mascara onto it. Nicky would always apologise the next day. Gigi would always accept it. Crystal felt more and more hopeless.

A few months later, the routine continues. Gigi sends Crystal a text one night in February at around midnight, to say she’s coming over (a new-ish development in the all too familiar routine) and Crystal prepares the signature glass of water and the tear-soaked pillow for her friend. When she opens the door after Gigi’s knocking, she is met with no tears. Actually, she is met with a smile. Crystal just stands there. Gigi walks casually up the staircase and into Crystal’s bedroom, taking the glass of water and sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging the pillow, but not for emotional support - because it's just comfier. Crystal follows her, a million questions on the tip of her tongue. She sits opposite to Gigi.

“I broke up with Nicky”

Oh.

OH.

“Just now? Oh my god, are you ok?” Crystal hears herself replying before she even knows what to say, she’s glad she didn’t say something stupid.

“No actually, I broke up with her this morning. I was talking to Jan and Jackie about it earlier, but you weren’t there. Plus, I wanted to tell you like this anyways. Here. Feels like tradition. Like it’s come full circle.”

“Are you sure you’re ok though?” It’s honestly creepy to see Gigi so calm over Nicky, after all the tears she had spilled before.

“Yeah. I think it truly ended a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It’s silent. Crystal feels tense. Like there’s something else to be said, like something else is going to happen. And she’s right. Because when she looks up, Gigi is staring at her, pupils wide and ears red. Crystal feels like she’s under a microscope. A breath gets stuck in her throat. Gigi giggles at it. She giggles and she inches forward. She inches forward and lifts her hands. She lifts her hands to Crystal’s face. And they’re kissing. They’re kissing and Crystal is smiling. When they pull away, Gigi has plump lips and a dumb smile on her face. Crystal loves it. They sit there for a minute, just staring at each other. Letting each other give the moment a second to sink in. When it does, they laugh. And then they talk about it. And then they kiss some more. And then they fall asleep. So what if it took Gigi a bad relationship to see what was standing right infront of her? Now they have each other, and that isn’t going to change.

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nctzendreamz · 5 years ago

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Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me — Epilouge

Jaehyun’s head is pounding. He can’t remember how many texts he had sent to your phone, and he doesn’t care. You may have not wanted to hear him or see him, but he still needed you. Even if it sounded stupid, he was willing to look like a complete idiot.

He eventually began to have a stare down with the bottle of vodka that taunted him from the counter. He doesn’t even know how that got in here—maybe it was from his angels? Or demons. Just as he was about to rise to make himself feel as close to nothing as possible, someone was knocking on his door.

He’s silent. It’s obvious he’s in here, as this is his room, but he doesn’t care about respect anymore. He was tired of thinking about others feelings before his own.

They knock again.

“Son, it’s me.”

His father’s raspy voice that sounds so close to his own is on the other side, and like a light switch does he feel like a child. He wants to be held, shushed. He needs someone that’s not his mother to tell him everything will be okay, even if it’s not the truth.

Minjun is careful as he creaks the door open, stepping inside the large space. It’s clear that memories from Jaehyun’s childhood are popping into his head—unfortunately ones he wasn’t there for. He just remembers the stories. Jaehyun’s first steps. His first time uttering a clear word. He heard that over the phone, but it didn’t make it any better.

“Dad.” Jaehyun says in a shaky breath.

“You don’t have to speak.” He utters, approaching the bed quickly as his sons tears were rare. They were so alike in so many aspects, but he knew his son wasn’t aware. How could he be? The only thing he knew about his father was that he was a hard worker. At least he taught him that much.

“I lost her.” He sobs loudly. Jaehyun wanted his mother to hear it all. He hasn’t felt his father hold in forever. And even then the last time that took place was when he was too young to remember it happening. It was all so unfamiliar. Regardless, it was everything he needed. The grip on his body is tight and it makes him feel like he didn’t make a mistake trusting his father. He wasn’t here to criticize him.

“Let it out, son. I’m not going anywhere.”

Those words, minus a few sounded so alike to yours. Whenever Jaehyun needed advice, or guidance for anything big or small, you would always say this to him as he enraged. He didn’t realize until now how much he took that for granted. Living in a fairy tail where words held power seemed so perfect for him and his perfect life. Now look at him, alone.

“What—what do I do? Huh dad?” He hits his chest gently. He had never hyperventilated so much in his life. He didn’t know what to do with himself. All he knew was that his chest burned and so did his skin. He felt like hell. A life without you is hell. “She’s gone. She’s going back home. I heard her when she came to the house.”

“I know you don’t want to hear anything about your mother...”

“No!” Jaehyun shoots up. “I don’t want to see her, hear her, be near her. It’s bad enough I’m in this house right now.”

“Jaehyun.” His father sterns, and the intense glare that he’s rubbing into the already sharpened wounds of his son is enough for him to listen. His eyes are raging and wet, but his mouth is shut. “Just listen to me.”

“Your grandma hated your mother with a passion I had never seen before. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know how one could possibly despise someone for something so stupid. Class? And although it wouldn’t have mattered, it blew my mind that even while your mother was still loaded rich, beautiful, and smart, she still didn’t get the approval.”

“I thought with time, everything would change. Me and your mother would go to the states, mom would miss me and realize she’s pushing me away, she realizes how idiotic she sounds, and then boom—life is perfect again. I’m the destined son, I run the buisness, and me and your mother have kids running around half naked while we chase after them filling the mansion with laughter.”

“But that didn’t work. We went to the states, and that only made mom more angry, so we came back. I thought that maybe their first meeting wasn’t personal enough. Maybe I needed to move out of the way and let them bond.”

“That didn’t go well either I assume.” Jaehyun adds in.

“Of course it didn’t. Mom didn’t speak the entire trip, so your mother ended up calling me to save her. I won’t go on, but do you get what the moral of this story is? Hm?”

“That grandma isn’t as amazing as I thought she was.”

“No, son.” Minjun rises. His arm extends to place on his shoulder, and Jaehyun can see the light strain it’s causing him. He moves up to fill the space. “The moral of this story is that you will never be able to please these fucking people. Excuse my french.”

“I know your feelings of your mother have drastically changed in these past couple of days, but pretend you’re me. I’m extremely disappointed in her right now too. Disgusted, actually. But your mother is the love of my life. She’s difficult, but I love her. And I married her. And I got the best gift I could ever recieve because of her—you. My son. I’m sorry I was never around. I’m sorry if you ever felt like work was all I cared about, but it was all for you. So you could live life how you wanted.”

It was all coming back. The heavy emotions Jaehyun had finally let in. His father was right. There were nights, especially when he was younger, where he felt his father was avoiding him. That he really just didn’t want to play cars or hide and seek. But as he grew up, he knew that wasn’t true. His body is moving on its own as it deeply embraces his father—his dad.

“I know dad...I know. I love you.”

“I love you too, son.” Minjun had never felt Jaehyun like this, but it felt all too rewarding. He was always haunted with nightmares of his son resenting him. He doesn’t want to let go, but he has one more thing to show.

“One more thing.” He sniffles. He places his hand in his left coat pocket, digging unnecessary.

“What’s that?”

“Something that you better use.”

In his hand is a wooden box, clearly antique. The engraving reads letters, but Jaehyun can’t read them. His head is still pounding and maybe that’s why he can’t realize what’s in front of him right now. He definitely understands when he father snatches it open, though.

“Dad...”

“You want to marry this girl, right?”

All he can do is nod frantically. He never thought he would see the day where this ring would be on a finger other than his grandmothers.

“Is this real?!”

“The real thing. Not a remake. It took so much convincing, but me and mom had a talk. A very important one.”

As Jaehyun takes the box into his hand, his heart sinks into his stomach. “I—how do I do this? Do I get doves? Do I—

“You go to her, no matter where she is, and you propose son.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun is running around the room grabbing all of his belongings. He doesn’t have a suitcase—he’s just grabbing the essentials. Now Minjun is getting a headache, although he finds this all to be too cute.

“Don’t go too fast.”

Jaehyun is about to run out of the room before he stops.

“Son, wait.”

“Hm?”

From the right pocket, his father takes out a piece of paper. “You’re going to need this, arent you? Unless you’re going to swim or something.” He smirks.

“Right...” He trials, walking quickly to grab the plane ticket, but not before embracing his father one last time. “Thank you so much, dad. I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m going to bring her back to you. I promise. You’ll love her. If she says yes.”

“I know I will.” He smiles. “I know I will. Now go. I want some grandkids sooner than later.”

“Everything okay?”

It’s you, and it’s home. In the aftermath of your honeymoon love making, Jaehyun took a step outside to the wooden patio, and his gaze on the waves—the way his eyes were soft, but also spoke rememberence told you a memory was running through.

His bare chest moves up and down as he takes in the scent of Aruba. The golden sunset is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. He couldn’t believe everything that had to happen for the two of you to get here.

“I don’t know if this is a good stare into nothing, or a bad stare into nothing, but if it makes you feel better your dad made the picture of me and him his Facebook profile picture.”

Jaehyun can’t hold a chuckle in. He never could around you. He feels you on his right side, and unconsciously he opens up his side for you to seep into. His lips connect to the side of your head like always.

“Did he now?”

“Yes he did. You better treat me right, or I’ll go be with him.”

“You wouldn’t.” His eyes dissapear as he puts on an Oscar performance of looking angry, but he couldn’t hold it for long. He has to kiss you.

“You’re right...I wouldn’t.” You smile. He’s still staring at you, but now you’re trying to lock eyes with whatever has him out here instead of in bed with you. Your left hand is on his right, and the ring is prominent on your skin. You always wore it like it was made for you, but the band that laid above it was the icing on the cake.

The two of you were married. He always knew he would be able to say that, but even so, it feels like a dream. His mom came to the wedding. She didn’t look happy by any means, but she came. She also hugged you and said congratulations. Maybe that was his fathers doing, but he didn’t care. He knew it gave you peace of mind.

Rosé’s baby bump was starting to show big time, but she was rocking it like a pro. It’s always said in Seoul that although couples who were “put together” may last forever, they hate eachother, but that would never be the case with Johnny and Rosé. At the reception, the way they looked at eachother was more fire than they had at their wedding night, and that was beautiful.

Haechan, Taeyong, Lucas, and Yuta, along with Johnny were Jaehyun’s best men. Rosé, Jasmine, and Heechul were by your side. It may sound weird, but you made it work.

“I’m okay.” Jaehyun begins, rubbing your shoulder softly. “I’m better than okay. I just thought about how my dad saved me more times than I ever knew. I love that man.”

“He loves you too, baby. You wanna know who else loves you?”

“Who?” He plays innocent, but he already knows the answer. “Is she cute?”

“You better hope so.” You chuckle sweetly. “Well, you better hope one of them is. The other is destined to be cute.”

“Huh?”

“I love you.” You kiss his nose gently. “And they love you.” You take your ringed hand and place it on your belly. Obviously it’s nothing there, but it will be soon. Sooner than you think.

“Baby...”

You immediately catch him in your arms as you know he’s going to practically faint from the news. “Mhm.”

“You’re pre—pregnant? Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life other than you.”

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Quicker than lighting is he picking you up in his strong arms and swinging the patio door open. He doesn’t throw you on the bed, but instead gently places you as he hovers over.

His lips are on yours and it’s passionate, but slow.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For having your baby?”

It makes him laugh.

“For all of it. For being you. Words cannot explain how much I love you. Never forget that okay?”

“I love you more, Jung Jaehyun. More and more everyday.”

Happy endings really do exist.

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #nct imagine #nct scenario #jaehyun #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenarios #jaehyun imagine

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incorrectcatfacestudios · 5 years ago

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Headcanons + Making this to replace my old headcanons post.

Disclaimer: JUST GOING TO SAY NOT EVERYTHING I GIVE THEM IS SOMETHING I AGREE WITH! like Some characters will have a headcanon that’s more because I can ACTUALLY SEE Them enjoying an activity but even if they do I DON’T their are things that these characters would do that I DON’T think anyone else should do EVER!

Asch

Has a safe space in his room where he can be himself. It’s a place where He gets to let his guard down. that is his earth room

Has a tendency to be more attracted to those with a darker tone then him. then again its not really hard to have a darker complexion then him. (Regardless of race someone could have a tan or something, or just be a bit darker than him.) He himself hasn’t noticed this and probably never will.

Mirage sleeps in his room

If Rhys somehow got really sad and mopey he’d locate that ice cream truck and angrily threaten the ice cream man to give him all of the ice cream or DIE. Or he’d just want the entire truck, & if no one stopped him then he’d throw it through Ava’s window into her apartment.

Sometimes late at night when everyone’s sleeping & Asch can’t, he summons Rhys to his room and forces him to read him a bedtime story. Rhys used to do this when Asch was younger as well. He really likes Rhys’s voice.

If he was a human he’d probably be some NEET gamer who spends all his time roleplaying on World of Warcraft or something and he’d always rage about bad plot points or game mechanics in Anime & Video games.

The most likely to dirty talk

He sneezes like a kitten and when he does fire comes out.

Would be god awful at pole dancing

He doesn’t know what to do when it comes to love and isn’t used to physical affection. Its.....very pleasant whenever he gets it...but it also feels too comfortable for him. He’s scared of comfort, despite loving it.

Later on once he embraces affection he becomes absolutely addicted to it and is by far the most passionate of them. Though that angry scowl never leaves unfortunately . His passion rages on like a burning flame, like....an intense RUSH of desire. It can be overwhelming at times.

In fact he DEMANDS the affection.

In battle he’s more brutish than the others by far. A giant barrage of flames being sent EVERYWHERE .

One time he read a fanfiction & thought it was 100% Canon. & when anyone said otherwise He screamed angrily and shot fire balls at them; Even when they weren’t physically there. Of course since they weren’t there he just ended up burning the phone Ava got for him, but you know, whatever.

Loves curry

Really likes chocolate and caramel for whatever reason, but he can’t stand other sweets. he also likes strawberries

He enjoys the video game Indivisible, & some war military tactic games. He also likes rage games for some reason too even though he hates them, its complicated but he can’t stop playing, he gets too into it and too angry. He also enjoys racing games & MARIO PARTY, Especially when he wins.

His favorite animal is the bull

Dhaur is his husbando

His sin is wrath

Used to hate Steven Universe at first then grew....to like it. then love it. It seemed so dumb to him at first but as he watched it he came to understand it more.

Asch trusts Rhys more than the other daemos. He’s known him the longest and believes in his judgement he doesn’t think Rhys would EVER lie to him or deceive him. Because of this Rhys is the only person Asch is ever fully open with. He wouldn’t leave anyone else he was this open with back on daemos. He is quite FOOLISH to believe this however. :) after all Rhys is working with Lady Grandma.

He once dared Leif to eat a cactus after getting particularly angry in a game of truth or dare

Him and Rhal never get along ever. They always yell it eachother, and get into arguments.

Rhal has far more Knights than Asch

As for Lady Bish. Asch is completely indifferent towards her.

He doesn’t know why but he keeps on sniffing Ava’s bra for reasons obvious to the rest of us. Regardless he destroys them just the same

Smell/sweat Kink bitches

Probably into S&M.

He sometimes rehearses villainous Dialogues with himself in the mirror when no one’s around.

He also does this with Rhys on occasion...if he’s feeling particularly BRAVE that day

Holds up a lot of pent up emotions and hides it pretty well. He prefers to let them out as anger instead..but when he gets drunk it all just POURS out of him. He just sobs and cries and hugs and kisses and laughs. just...everything. ALL OF THE EMOTIONS BESIDES ANGER he expresses openly. He doesn’t become a completely different person he just becomes far more open. He compliments a lot as well.

He got drunk once and decided from that day NEVER AGAIN!

Though when he first got drunk he really liked it. Despite the flavor. and downed like 3.

That was a #Mistake

His favorite Crystal gem is Garnet, or Sapphire? Its hard for him to choose between them.

Rhys

The thiccest of the daemos on earth. By that I mean he has the biggest butt

What I mean by that is he does a lot of squats, & Glute exercises. He also has a magic that makes all the fat he gains go to his butt but that’s not important. Its not always in affect only for emergencies.

Would be VERY interested in science if he knew what it was

He would eat pizza with a fork

Gluttonous in any task he enjoys. When he eats he eats ALOT, sex would last a long time with him Though not many people know this about him because he takes his time.

The common one is Research, reading, observing, & ESPECIALLY LEARNING.

He also adores validation give him it.. Wears a long trench coat to hide his big butt from the world well not hide but-.

specifically daemos since some uncultured daemos tend to be quite handsy.

It doesn’t always work but whatever trench coats are cool.

has frequent discussions with Asch in his room. He’s the only one Asch is completely honest with. Asch trusts Rhys with EVERYTHING.

If he was a human he would be a college student studying to be a scientist of some kind.

He would also work volunteer jobs at the retirement homes.

If he was a human he’d probably meet Asch by working as his grandmothers nanny. I don’t think Asch would live by himself.

has a tad bit more fat on him than the others. but his muscle can distract from that. Plus his fat isn’t even noticeable outside of his ass His lover would nickname him sunrise, because his smile can chase the night away, cause his face is what brightens their day, because he is the beginning of something new bright and beautiful.

loves Rubix Cubes If he romanced Ava it wouldn’t be because he likes her it would be because he wants to use her. mostly for her nonexistent power ((magical and political))

Loves sweets more than the rest of them

I think I had enough for him last time.

His mother and Asch’s were close.

Spends waaayyyy too much time trying to over analyse tv shows he watches

Is a big fan of Pheonix wright, Fran Bow, Gravity falls, Danganronpa, Dr. Stone, Dr. Who, Fnaf, & pretty much any other game or TV show that either gives you a lot to think about after the episodes/playthrough, is chock full of thousands of possibilities and theories, or requires a lot of thought and problem solving to play. He also likes strategy games like Fire Emblem, & Final Fantasy Tactics. OH! And Pokemon but not for the normal gameplay for the competitive scene.

Due to having the element of water he is usually cool calm and collected. but he also is able to flow with a situation if needed. He’s passive

Often reads to Asch because Asch has a harder time reading. Him and Asch went to school together when they were younger and thus have a closer bond than the others. ((Lady grandma forced Asch to go))

Once asked Ava if she had any more of those porn magazines. Was pleased to find that Ava had an entire closets worth. Though not all of it was the fighting techniques he was looking for.

He has no fucking idea how a vagina works in the slightest. or what vagina’s even look like? Despite his extensive knowledge sex is one of the places where he knows the least. Because he has no idea what lesbian sex is he is completely oblivious to the fact that he’s been staring at 2 girls fucking it on in those magazines he’s found underneath Ava’s bed.

He once had to help Leif out with the creation of the Furby organ. It was incredibly difficult for him but also very insightful

The Furbies terrify him though. That STARE its..just...ugh

The best at pole dancing.

Is far more elegant on the battle field than the others. His attacks are more precise and careful than theirs are.

He’s also the best at dancing...well fancy dancing. like ballet, and slowdancing.

Sleeps in Ava’s fridge sometimes.

Starting teaching Noi how to read a bit more after they went to the mall. The shops are cataloged after all

Is cold resistant to a point. I mean ice magic CAN still hurt him but like...less. I’d liken it to a Pokemon.

His favorite crystal gem is garnet. If your talking singular gems then I’d say Ruby. But...like Garnets amazing why would you want to choose just ONE of them as your favorite when..

Likes classical music, R & B, Soft...indie songs, Soft pop, Trap music & Bossa Nova

If Ava did marry him she’d probably get locked into a loveless marriage for power that doesn’t exist

If he found out about Ava’s lies he might have a fucking meltdown. :D like everything he was working towards EVERYTHING would have been for nothing.

That is until the prospect of watching how the human world continues to function without magic...he’d realize they have TECHNOLOGY and how...amazing it is.

Leif

The more he likes you the more he’ll want to stab you. Just how it is

The more he’s attracted to someone the more he’ll want to stab their guts out. he’s weird like that.

Big sadist I mean we already know this but like in all the ways? ya know?Like he literally gets an orgasmic feeling in his veins when he slices someone open kind of sadistic.

If he was a human he would probably be a doctor or surgeon who only has his job because it allows him to legally cut people open.

would’ve probably been one of those school bullies who only bullies someone because he’s in love with them if he was a human

You could literally get him to do anything by being like “ I bet you couldn’t do that. “ or saying “ ____ go get the ____ for me” He makes everything into a competition.

Broke EVERYTHING when he was a child.

Tried to eat a cactus, because Asch dared him to.

Asch didn’t think he’d actually do it.

His sin is PRIDE of course, which is why he feels like he has to prove everything and lives to have his ego STROKED.

Later he tried to shove a cactus up his ass because a stranger on the internet said that only cowards don’t use cacti as dildo’s

He had to go to the doctor many times.

He really liked the large amount of sharp objects in the hospital room

He may or may not be banned from that hospital

The nurse had to file a restraining order it was a sad day. But they got the pricks out!! and that’s all that matters! PLUS Leif got a new thumb to add to his collection!

He really likes it because its a special decorated one. With PAINT on the tips. its weird and shiny. The nurse probably won’t need it anyways.

He has a rotting placenta in his bedroom no one knows where he got it!(AND NOBODY ASKS) but it still has the umbilical cord attached no baby though :(

He isn’t allowed outside anymore for obvious reasons

He found out what Furbies where and fell in love with them instantly . He stole 20

He made a Furby organ. why? Because its infinitely stupider and more terrifying than a regular one. He forced Rhys to help cause Rhys is smart. It still took like 90 tries and costed Ava alot of money, and Furbies.

He keeps it in his room and he plays it constantly. Mostly to annoy Asch, Ava, and everyone else around him. He also loves the fact that its called an organ.

He was dared to eat a jar of nails and he fucking did it.

He obviously had to use healing magic on himself

He’s really hot for Noi. Like...a bit too much no one notices though.

A bit hotter for Ava than Noi though, That’s why he keeps wanting to penetrate her with his knife. The more he threatens to do this the more he likes you.

His element is Life, or earth. Mostly life which is why he’s so vigorous and excited.

This is also the reason why he’s so obsessed with killing things. when you live your ALWAYS killing, every move you make you end thousands of lives just like that! Daemos of the life element seem to want to enjoy life to the fullest and never look back. EVER

As such he’s also good at cultivating life, weather it be a plant or an animal. Everyones always surprised by this

Back on Daemos before his snap he’d actually be alot kinder to Noi, ((IN the first 4 episodes whenever Noi got hurt he was the only one to ever show any concern. I find that interesting in contrast to how he threw that out in some of the later ones. )) He’d often be the one that consoles noi or talks things out with him.

Leif is more aggressive, energetic and far more cruel in more docile environments. He becomes much more empathetic, & Calm in hostile ones. ((Like that time where he actually got on Rhys’s case for being too hard on Asch, or the times when he was like “Hey are we actually going to let Noi die” and offering to heal Noi when he was writhing in pain when they came to earth. ))

He’s actually more perceptive then he seems, he cares about those around him NORMALLY its just going this long without killing anything is maddening for him. HE NEEDS TO KILL. to let it all out, once he does he’ll act as he normally does.

He was the only one even remotely kind to Noi back on daemos, that changed when they got to earth. (besides Pierce. )

Though due to his normal lack of empathy in a world where he’s human he’d probably be one of those people who just don’t care about how what they say affects those around them. Doing and saying whatever he wants regardless of how others may interpret that.

He LOVES Skullgirls. He really likes the character designs and the fact that double always has organs or something hanging out.

He also loves all horror movies and video games where he gets to cause mayhem; Like Saints Row, or Grand Theft Auto!

He’d be the only one of the daemos that is fully accepting of the weird side of the internet. You know the WEIRD side. He’d be into all of the bizar kinky fetishes you’d find on Furraffinity you just know it.

He doesn’t actually like Ava he more-so see’s her as a trophy? I mean well he DOES but he’s mostly in the whole fight for her thing to win a prize. And she’s the prize. ((Well at least before the newest episode))

Pierce

The most Physically affectionate of the daemos even more so than Noi

Big buff bara man. LIKE BY FAR THE BUFFEST

Would probably run an animal shelter or something if he could

Would be running an animal shelter or something if he was human

Likes….fluffy. waayyy too much

He’s by far the most empathetic of the daemos. Yes even Noi then again Noi isn’t very empathetic.

Very tired 24/7 needs coffee to sustain himself.

Often by himself in the quiet. sometimes while alone with his thoughts they spiral out of control, Regret, Doubt, Despair, Uncertainty, Fear, Insecurity. All at once. Does he cry not at all. He suffers as he stands Silent. ultimately its impossible to tell when he’s having one of these moments as he doesn’t show it on his face.

Big PP

He is very loyal but his loyalty isn’t...friendship. He doesn’t really like Asch very much, but he does trust his judgement and follow his orders. He’s a knight after all, besides he appears to have some connection to one of Asches family members ((The daemos in that Flashback had a crown on their horn)

He likes standing because when he stands theirs no threat of getting too comfortable, no chance of falling asleep and drifting away, no chance of drifting into sleep and deciding to never wake up again, no chance of getting lost in the comforts of the object beneath him.

He is the one that cares for Ava the most

Doesn’t really care about the cultural norms on daemos. he flows free like the wind and accepts any new and sudden changes.

Heavyish sleeper, gets grumpy when woken up. Like if your trying to kill him his instincts will kick in and he will wake up but otherwise he’ll just stay asleep. LIKE THROUGH EVERYTHING

Though while he is the most empathetic of the Daemos he’s also prone to intense levels of apathy, where he just shuts down silent lost in his thoughts unable to be disturbed. these are only momentary

His element is air. Because of this he’s mostly just free and flowing.

Sometimes gives Ava Piggy Back rides to make her feel tall

Potentially one of the only one of the Daemos that genuinely care about Ava.

But also potentially only see’s Ava as a cute pet to love on rather than a person in and of herself. But ultimately he does also care about her feelings, and her opinion on things.

I prefer to think the latter rather than the former.

one time he accidentally befriended a large swarm of bee’s and they followed him to Ava’s house.

Gives Ava piggy back rides

Out of the Daemos he’s the one who Ava is closest to. The others have yet to even notice this.

One time the boys found porn on the phone and just gathered around the phone looking at it confused all bug eyed. Pierce saw the filth on the screen and made the executive decision to yeet it out the window.

Ava had to buy a new phone

Has a rough yet gentle touch. he takes care and caution when dealing with life.

because of the above him and Leif have an impossibly hard time cooperating when its just them.

The best with animals.

When not caught up in apathy he is the exact opposite. He becomes far too

Noi

He would enjoy fortnight if he played it

Would thrive off of old memes

If he was human he would be that one friend you wouldn’t want to hang out with because he fortnight dances, dabs, uses outdated memes, rick rolls people, and everything unironically.

The least muscular & Thicc by far. he doesn’t have any meat on his bones, unlike the other 4. Flat boney ass.

He’d probably be some sort of social media icon or a street performer if he was human. He thrives off of validation. Though because he’s a clumsy fuck street preforming wouldn’t be the best gig for him.

Likes music the most

Would probably be the first of the Daemos to watch and enjoy Steven Universe. ((Though I’d bet the others would come around. They always come around))

He Rick Rolled Rhys one time.

His sin is Envy, he often feels insecure about himself, and he looks up to everyone else seeing how “Cool” or great they are. ALWAYS saying “GOOD JOB ____” whenever they do something cool, he’s always excited but with that excitement comes the thoughts...Why can’t I do things like that? I wish I COULD BE STRONG LIKE PIERCE, I wish I COULD BE SMART LIKE RHYS, I wish I could be PAMPERED LIKE ASCH, I wish I COULD BE HANDSOME LIKE LEIF. That’s why he’s so focused on being better than everyone else. I wanna try! Let me see it! LET ME TRY FOR ONCE. that comes from not only desire but ENVY. he just channels this envy in a much healthier way than most would. *Cough* Leif *Cough*

He has EXTREME insecurity problems and longs more than anything to be better than the others.

After he found out what breakdancing was he dedicated SO MUCH of his time trying to learn how to do it.

He may or may not be obsessed with that

He also really likes Ava. But he’s moreso in love with the idea of her? He doesn’t really listen to much of what she says due to the fact that he’s so scatterbrained and spacey. He just likes when she talks. He mostly fell in love with Ava because she was the first person to present themselves towards him as an option. back on Daemos he was relatively low class. Thus he was viewed as unmarriageable, worthless, dumb, WEAK, & Poor, So trying to enter a relationship with ANYONE was out of the question. The boy thought he would die without finding love.

He thought Ava was actually GENUINELY interested in romancing him and because of that it excited him. NO ONE HAD EVER actually wanted to romance him. Back at home NO ONE liked him, no one was ever kind to him. Well Leif sometimes was pierce would show some kind of a...paternal affection rarely. But Leif also treated him cruelly and insulted him like the others.

Due to how loving and compassionate he is he was kicked out of his household.

Despite this Noi isn’t exactly empathetic. He doesn’t pay attention to the emotions of others he’s far too caught up in himself.

In the first 2 days on Earth He & Leif would shit talk Asch behind his back. Mostly talking about how they didn’t really like this plan and just vent their frustrations out at eachother

Starting on episode 5 him and Leif just kinda. He became too scared of Leif to even approach him as much and thus he kinda grew apart from him. thus causing him to latch more onto Ava. AVA likes him, unlike them. HE HAS PROOF after all.

He’s also far too stuck up in the idea of a powerful princess loving him a lowly peasant a low ranking knight someone who.....who wouldn’t be worth anything to her.

If they were to find out about ALL of Ava’s lies he’d take it the 2nd hardest. Asch would be the first, Rhys the 3rd. Leif the 4th, & Pierce the 5th.

Mostly because the only reason why she chose him, the only reason why they went on a date wasn’t because she was interested in him but because she didn’t want her cover blown. He thought she actually loved him not to say she doesn’t care for him but-...he thought she WANTED him you know?

She wouldn’t be a powerful princess, she wouldn’t be a cool sorceress, she wouldn’t be this big thing that he wanted so much she’d just be herself and then Noi’s fantasy would crumble.

Its the dream the fantasy that someone so powerful so strong would set aside their time and pay attention to him take him out in hopes of COURTING him that he fell in love with. Not ava herself.

That being said he does like Ava and even prefer spending time with her to half of the main cast.

Ava

Has to take Prescription drugs

Ate cat food once when she was five

Probably into pet play

Really likes collars

One time she went to some bitch in her high schools Quinceañera to release a box of 4000 angry bees upon it and run

Greedy

Spends alot of her time watching Anime when not with the Daemos

Her favorite Crystal Gem is Amethyst because god damn

No where NEAR as thick as Aphmau is. She’s alot more twiggy.

Would totally do the WEED if her dads weren’t hovering around her 24/7

Has a lot of Girl on girl porn in her room. Specif under her bed and in her closet.

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red-pill-blue-pill · 5 years ago

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I can feel it. John Wick

A/N: The other one shot I wrote for @celestiaelisia ‘s request didn’t fully meet my expectations so I wrote this one because I’m an insecure ass bitch. Anyway hope you like it. Much love 💖.

Word count: 3082.

Summary: Your week is a total wreck and John takes care of you.

Warnings: anxiety attack, angst.

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it. What a shitty week. Tears pricked at your eyes as you thought about it. Your best friend for ten years had cut ties with you and the thought of not being able to hang out with her anymore made the tightness in you chest unbearable. She had always been there for you and you tried to do the same for her but it hadn't been enough. You accepted your part of the blame, you had totally fucked up when you forgot her father's funeral. She said it wasn't just because of that but because of how little things ended adding, meaning you had been hurting her for a long time and making you feel like complete and utter shit. For the last six months your work had been the only thing in your mind. The stress and the need for everything to be perfect took too much of your mental space and your time. Your boyfriend told you all the time: you needed a break. It was true. You could barely function anymore and you were hurting the people you loved.

You took off your shoes, sighing in relief as you set your feet free. The cold tiled floor made you flinch as you took the first steps into your home. It was really John’s house but he had insisted so much it was also your home that you ended giving up even if it still felt odd to call yours. The smell of food made your stomach grumble even though the anxiety was making you feel sick.

"Y/n?" John called from the kitchen, smiling as he saw you appear through the door. His smile dropped as he saw your face. "Baby, what happened?" He ran to you and engulfed your smaller frame in a tight hug. He pulled away to look at you once more "Are you okay?" His eyes searched for any hint of sadness or hurt in you face. The action made you smile lightly. He was so cute.

"It's been a shitty week. That's all." You said pouting your lips. Opening up about the things you felt was still on your to-do list. It was very difficult for you. Doing it often meant crying in front of other people and that was something you couldn’t allow yourself to do. It was like showing your weak side, the oposite of what you showed on a daily basis. You came across as a strong, self-sufficent woman and it was hard to accept that almost secret part of your personality. It embarrassed you. Yes, you were hard on yourself and you knew it but you couldn’t help it. John knew about this and was always careful not to push too far when it came your problems, trying to build that confidence you needed to go and tell him about it when you were ready, and you thanked him for that. The thought of him worrying about you was enough to force yourself out of your shell.

“Okay, how about we eat some dinner and then we watch a movie?” John said kissing softly your forehead and making you relax a little bit. The two of you really complemented eachother. He knew how to calm you down, it came naturally to him. He always worked magic when you were upset, just one touch and you would forget about your day, month or even year if he tried hard enough. When he was in a bad mood the only thing that could make his gaze soften was your face. He was such a sucker for you. You made him vulnerable and it scared him to death but at the same time he loved every minute of it. You knew eachother perfectly, every nervous gaze, every distracted nod, every faked smile. While that was a pain in the ass for you because he always gave you that knowing look that meant “you better tell me before we go to sleep.”, it felt great to be able to read so well someone’s emotions and feel that connection.

You went into your room to change your clothes. It was like lifting a weight off of you. Now you were at home, eveything else was left outside. Of course you knew that wasn’t true but it certainly made you feel a little better. You threw on a pair of pijama shorts and one of John's t-shirts. The bathroom lights flickered as you made your way to the large mirror above the countertop. You did look terrible.

The bags under your eyes were more noticeable than ever, even under the best concealer you could find. Your eyes were glassy and the small veins in them made them look all red and bloodshot. You sighed as you picked a make-up remover wipe and rubbed it all around your face, focusing specially in your eyes. When you looked again at yourself in the mirror you couldn't stop the tears that spilled. The broken face staring back felt more like that of a total stranger; you couldn't recognize yourself. You were a total wreck. Even though you had always been a curvy woman your cheeks were slowly giving in, making your cheekbones stand out and your face look all bony. The pale tone of your skin made you look permanently sick. The silent crying turned into ugly sobbing that you couldn't control. Your breathing sped up, lungs looking desperately for an oxigen they thought they weren't getting. You slid to the floor trying to control the situation, taking deep breaths and thinking of your happy place.

The door yanked open, a very worried John ran to kneel next to you and rubbed circles on your back.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." Your small hand searched for his free one, grabbing and squeezing it as you tried to calm yourself. This wasn't new for him, he had already found you sitting on the bathroom floor in the middle of an anxiety attack a couple of times.

At first he didn't know what to do, the fear of overwhelming you kept him from coming closer and comfort you the way he always did. When you told him what helped you in those situations he followed your instructions strictly.

Your breathing calmed down as you crushed his hand with yours, he didn't flinch an inch, you dared to say it didn't even hurt him. He kissed the top of your head softly.

"Oh, baby. You're worse than I thought." His voice was laced with compassion and even though you hated it you knew you needed him to take care of you, at least for today.

He stood up offering both hands to help you stand up. You took them and rose to your feet. You body was weak as you tried to walk and John held you by the waist so you wouldn't trip and fall over. He led you to the kitchen and sat you on one of the island stools. You rested your head on your hand as you watched him finish the dinner he had been cooking. If you looked closely at John you could see the love he had for you emanating from his pores. Sure, he was with his back turned but it didn't matter, it went further than interlocked gazes and shared smiles, it was in everything he did. He knew you felt the same way, at least you hoped he did.

It was an overwhelming feeling. When he came into your life you never imagined you would grow to love him (anyone, really) this much. It felt as if every thought you had was somehow related to him, you missed him when he wasn't around, hell, you even felt like crying happy tears when you thought about him. He was that love all the movies talk about and you think you would never get because it sounds too perfect to be true.

He placed a plate full of delicious food in front of you. Your nostrils were enchanted with the smell but your stomach was still tied in knots. You turned to look at his handsome face, about to tell him you weren't hungry but he spoke faster.

"You need to eat. At least try. For me." His puppy eyes got to action and you groaned loudly, he knew you couldn't resist him.

"Fine, but only cause you cooked this and it would be rude." He smiled triunfantly as he watched you pick up the fork and take a bite of the still steaming food. You moaned as you chewed. It was truly a shame he didn't cook more often because you were convinced he had a gift.

"It's so good." you said with you mouth still full. He laughed lightheartedly as he watched you stuff your face with what was left in your plate.

When you both were finished he washed the dishes as he talked to you, trying to keep your mind off of what was bothering you for as long as he could. It broke his heart seeing you like that and knowing there was almost nothing he could do to ease the pain. He wanted you to talk to him, to get it out of your system but he knew you needed time. In fact, you had changed a lot since the beginning of your relationship. At first you were unable to tell him even the smallest stuff, you just isolated yourself behind your walls.

John Wick talking about walls and emotional crap sure was an ironic thing. The master of shutting people out, of building walls as high as the sky. But you came bearing a hammer in your hand and tore them down with an ease that still scared him. You taught him how to express his feelings, to show himself vulnerable, to let you take care of him, be the weak one for once. He planned to do the same with you, to give back everything you selflessly gave him along this two years.

When he finished he walked to where you were sitting and grabbed your face with both his hands. His gaze bore into yours with such intensity you thought your body was going to burst into flames. Then his lips were on yours, sweet and soft, savouring the way you tasted, with no rush. You hands went up to his face, one cupping his left cheek and caressing his beard while the other tangled in his soft hair. He pulled apart to catch his breath and looked into your eyes again.

"I'm going to run you a bath. I'll be right back." You tried to protest but he was already out the door.

He led you into the bathroom and your mouth fell open. There were candles lit around the bathtub and rose petals floating around in the soapy water. You turned your head to John and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I was saving this for a romantic night but i figured this was more important." His cheeks were flushed and his smile was shy. Your eyes watered again. You felt like the luckiest woman alive.

A smile spread across your face and you placed your hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat thump against your palm. "It's perfect, John." His name rolling of your tonge was his favourite sound, moaned, yelled or whispered, music to his ears.

You started to undress, first lifting the huge shirt above your head and then lowering your shorts that pooled around your feet. His eyes scanned your body but not in a lustful way. Don't get him wrong, he would fuck you against whatever thing he had the closest anytime, but this time his stare was full of love and tenderness. The light from the candles shone on your body casting moving shadows that hugged every curve, every little bump, even the celullite of your legs. It wasn't a very flattening lightning and you knew, immediately feeling self conscious, but his gaze made you feel like the most beautiful creature alive.

He cleared his throat. "If you need something call me, I'll be on the couch. Try to relax." Before he could turn to leave you grabbed his forearm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Get in with me." He hesitated for a moment. He wanted to give you some alone time to relax but when you looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours he knew he was defeated "Please?"

He wasted no time in removing his shirt and pants, standing in just his boxers. His eyes looked at you once more before removing them, your eyes roaming his body, taking in every scar, every detail. He came closer to you, so close you could feel his breathing in your face, and his hands reached to grab the hem of your panties, sliding them slowly down your legs. You stepped out of them and watched as he walked to the tub, admiring his back tattoos in the dim light. "A wonderful creature" you thought as he helped you step into the tub. He sat first, his back against the hard porcelain, and you sat against his back. He ran his fingers down your arms, caressing them ever so softly. You hummed in content. This was heaven to you.

"This is the most beautiful thing someone's done for me." You said without thinking. It was true. No one had ever cared enough. "And I'm not just talking about tonight."

Tears were threatening to fall, like every single time you got emotional. God dammit why were you like this. You turned your head upwards enough to look at his face. God, what a face.

"You deserve so much more." He whispered while looking down into your eyes. "You deserve the whole world."

His arms circled you, hugging you tightly against his wet chest and placing a kiss on your hair.

"I love you so much I can't even explain. I hope you can feel it." Your voice was muffled against his skin, the little vibrations tickling him slightly.

"I feel it, I feel every bit of it." You placed a small kiss on his left pec, just above his nipple. "I love you too, to death."

"Then you're going to be stuck with me for a long time cause I don't plan on dying soon." You giggled a little at your words.

Laughter rumbled on his chest and your head bounced with it. "Good, me neither."

The water ran cold and your bodies were all wrinkly. His hands ran through your hair and you were half asleep as you listened to the beat of his heart.

"You're shivering. Let's get out." He slid from under you and got out first, wrapping a towel around his waist and picking up another one for you. You stood up and he helped you step out. He wrapped the towel around your shoulders and gently dried your dripping body. He was treating you like a baby and for the first time you were enjoying it. The towel moved to your head and he dried the water excess from your hair. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, your body seeking his warmth even though small droplets fell now and then from his hair to your already dried back.

You secured your tower around your body and John went to to grab the moisturizer you always used after showering. He splotched a little amount on his hand and motioned you to sit on the countertop. He started applying it to your legs. You stuck them out so he could have a better access. He massaged you, his big hands sliding easily up and down, spreading the moisturizer evenly. You were both silent, there wasn't anything to say, you just enjoyed the intimacy.

You stood up and moved your body betweet his and the countertop, your back turned to him. He took more time on your shoulders, trying to ease the tension you had accumulated there. You looked at his concentrated face through the mirror, his wet hair slicked back, a few stands falling recklessly over his face. His eyes met yours and you turned around to face him. His hands slid down your back and stopped just above the curve of your ass. Your hand cupped his face and your thumb rubbed against his beard, he relaxed leaning into your touch as a small smile creeped on his face.

"Bed?" He half whispered. You nodded, your doe eyes looking adoringly at him.

You grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom. You spun in his grasp, removed your towel and kissed him passionately while you tugged at the towel still wrapped around his hips. When it fell to the floor your hands trailed lower over his naked skin before being stopped. You broke the kiss and pouted your lower lip, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Not today, darling. You need to rest." You resigned yourself as you watched him getting under the covers. "You coming or not?"

A huff left your nostrils as you joined him. Your legs tangled together and his arms circled your waist, skin on skin. A comfortable silence set between you while you ran your fingers through his still wet hair. You looked at eachother in the dark, black orbs shining in the moonlight. His eyes could tell stories without the need of a narrating mouth and right now they were telling you how much he loved you, how he would walk on glass if it meant seing your beautiful smile forever.

You were trying to muster the courage to tell him about your friend, about the stress at work but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. If you started crying you would ruin the magical night you two just shared. As if reading your thoughts he spoke.

"You can tell me tomorrow." You let out a relieved sigh and he felt your body relax against the soft matress. He kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes.

"I know I've been super clingy today, I just can't get enough of you." Your body shifted against his, you head now resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat, the reminder that this was real, he was there.

"You touching and kissing me all the time? Works for me." John smiled against your head making you giggle.

"You're so silly." You breath was hot against his skin and it made him feel warm inside. "Thank you. For everything."

The hand that was running up and down your back stopped and squished your flesh lightly. "I love you, sweetheart. I'll always do."

"I know. I love you too."

#John Wick #john wick au #john wick headcanon #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #keanu #My writing

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okietrish · 5 years ago

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I will take any writing about Sam. Whatever you wanna do, just about my Sammy boi ✨ (lmao i know that’s not much inspiration)

-I’m currently working on a Sam fic where he is High af. Just to let you know-

I love pillow talk, and since I’m stuck in bed today here is a little blurb about that.

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“Come over and listen to records with me.

Please.”

You’re late night text to Sam was needy. You were lonely, laying in bed waiting for life to give you some sort of sign to encourage you to do something, to be something, to accomplish anything. All you mustered up the energy was to text your best friend to come listen to music. How heroic.

Your room wasn’t clean, though it wasn’t a mess either. There was a pile of clothes in the far corner next to your guitars, your bookshelves were in disarray after your early afternoon attempt of reorganizing that soon faltered out of pure laziness. Your carpet had a discarded backpack and bag of chips you forgot about a while ago. Organized chaos is what you liked to call it.

You turned on your lava lamp about an hour ago, the red light setting a tone as you Patti Lebelle record spun, the sound bouncing off your walls littered in posters and photographs you’ve taken. Yet you chose to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling, the blank white palate lit by red somehow more intriguing than anything else.

“Of course. On my way.

You don’t have to say please ya know.”

The text made you smile. Your desperation for a human presence was obvious. You knew it, Sam knew it.

“The door is unlocked, just let yourself in.”

You continued to lay in that same position. On top of your made bed, a mass amount of pillows sprawled around you, frozen until you hear the door open and shut.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice bellowed in your small one bedroom.

“Bed.” You said point blank. Your 22 ceiling tiles still guiding your mind.

Your bedroom door, which was cracked open prior, opened fully to display a cozy Sam.

“Hey!” He spoke quieter than normal.

“Hey.” Your eyes haven’t shifted.

“I like your lava lamp. It’s groovy.” He said with a smile. He giggled at himself, the sound causing you to turn his way and finally look at him, taking him all it.

He was adorned in sweatpants, grey ones to be specific, partnered with an old blue t-shirt that just read “party’s here” across the front. You smiled at him. He took another step into your room after closing your door. Sam became illumated by the red hue decorating the space. His face was free to see, his hair pulled back into a messy bun, hilariously matching your own.

The record you had on ended, without thinking Sam walked over to it and flipped it. watching him intently you shifted to the side of the bed closest to the wall. Turning to look at you, he smiled, evilishly almost, before launching himself on top of you, his head landing on your chest.

“Oh Jesus Christ Sam I moved over for a reason!” You laughed out at how rediculous he was being, how rediculous he always was. He picked his head up, smiling down at you.

“Yeah, but that’s not fun!” He laughed and settled back into your chest. Somehow managing to push himself farther into you, squishing your body.

“Sam.. I can’t breath.” You attempted to shove his lanky frame, before he finally shifted with a huff.

“Fine.” He flopped onto his back, joining you in your ceiling attentiveness.

“How long have you been acting like this?” He questioned.

“About and hour.”

“An hour?”

“Yeah.”

“You alright?” He shifted his head, staring at your profile. The red light highlighting the depths and heights of your face. Creating a peaceful essence around you.

“I think so…” you felt his hand grab yours, interlocking them next to your hips, “life is just so intense sometimes that I like to lay on my bed, listen to music, and portray all my fears onto my ceiling. Don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

He smiled at you, not being able to take his eyes away from your lips as you spoke. Your bad habit of licking them always intrigued Sam.

“Life is scary man.” His voice was distracted, fading away in structure causing you to turn his way.

“Thanks for the input there Sam.” Your face rested in front of his, both of you still on your backs, heaving chests facing the ceiling, though your noses were only two inches apart now. Your hands that were linked together, a feeling once so familiar, now sending heat up your arms. You’ve always been touchy with Sam. The man can’t keep his hands to himself if he tried. Touching, cuddling, cheek kisses, hugs, all normal. This moment however, the flips in your stomach channeling to your chest as it rises and falls rapidly, uncharted territory.

“You’re breath taking.” You whisper to him. If it weren’t for the red light, you could have sworn he blushed at your comment, but you weren’t sure. His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked down. His skin somehow more radiant in lowlight. He was a work of art. When he smiled, you couldn’t help but mirror his emotion. He had that effect on you.

“I adore you,” he whispered back, sheepishly closing the gab and brushing his nose against yours. You pressed into it, smiling at the feeling for a moment, curiously stopping with the tip of your noses pressed together side by side. Your faces closer than they’ve ever been. His eyes closed for a moment, frozen in time as you take in the beauty in front of you.

When neither of you move, Sam opens his eyes connecting with yours immediatly. Without a second thought you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his with force. You released your hand from his grip, leaning on your side a bit, before bringing both of your hands to cup his face, your thumbs brushing across his check as the rest of your fingers press under his jaw. Your lips push and pulled with eachothers. Coming in and out of pressure to light brushes. Pulling back was suddenly the most difficult thing you’ve ever done.

“Sam, I…”

“I know. Me too.” He grabbed your hips pulling you on top of him. His fingertips digging into your lower back attempting to pull you in as close as possible. Sam lifted his head off the pillow, reaching for your lips again, begging you to lean down to meet him. His eyes speaking for him with trying.

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Okay I have to shower now, I will happily write more of this. I didnt know it would be this long, but I got inspired. I also didn’t proof read this so ha

Do you want part two of this with some smutty smut?

Let me know.

#trish’s blurbs #anon #trish ask #greta van fleet #sam kiszka x reader

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akvtsuki-ari · 6 years ago

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Ultimately

Warnings: Angst, Slight Smut

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Time away from Spencer doesn’t make you love him less

Authors Note: It’s been so long since I’ve written anything because I’ve been uninspired but I tried and I hope you all enjoy!

EDIT; I can’t believe I didn’t mention this but the story is inspired by these two songs

Ultimately - Khai Dreams

FACE - BROCKHAMPTON

“Will it always be like this?,” your voice is caught in your throat, and coughing only makes the ache worse. he looks at you with a sadness in his expression, scanning your expression and trying to remember every detail of it, unsure of when he’d come back to bask in you again. He looked at you with every ounce of love reverberating in his veins, he wish he could write the depth of which this departing will kill him. He hurts but he loves you, and love is difficult sure, but what is there to do? Other than move forward? Or to move on?

You look at your shoes with intensity, wiping your hands on your jeans and trying to escape the fear of never again that crawls into your chest and pushes your heart against the cage that is your chest, you feel light headed. Like all of this is a fever dream that you’d wake up from soon, and that maybe you two would have another chance at true love. this is true love. Maybe this is the first time you’ve ever said it.

Maybe that’s the mistake you made, maybe it could be different.

Spencers hands were warm, his palm warm against your cheek, his fingertips finding the back of your neck. His touch makes a sob let out of your throat, and you cry. You let yourself really cry, waiting for this pain in your chest to just disappear, and Spencers hand does it.

You look up at him, and you can’t help your sad expression. There is pain in his eyes but, he can’t seem to let you see it. And maybe that’s his mistake, his burden that he’ll live with.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for you, Y/N,” his words are so crestfallen. His voice is somber, and the meaning in his words wouldn’t be one you’d understand for a long time. He’s certain in his uncertainty.

“But you love me,” you pause and chew your lip “that’ll always be enough for me,” you explain. His fingers tense, and you feel it, shutting your eyes.

“If this is meant to be, then someday, and I believe this - we’ll find eachother again. I pushed my luck, falling in love with you, as cliche as that might sound,” Spencer starts, his voice quiet and sad, breathy in the way it gets when his heart hurts.

“We’re trying, to make this work, Y/N, but there is so much to accomplish before I can let myself be with you. I’m so tired of making you cry, Y/N, because you’re the only thing that’s made me look at who I was, and I.. didn’t know how to handle it. I’m sorry, for loviing you so much but treating you like you were anything else, or anything less than who you are. I’m still growing into the person that you can be proud of, and I don’t want you to wait around for me to change, so you can live. Y/N , in all I’ve ever known about you, I know best that you deserve to love, and to live. I won’t hold you back,” his voice is honest, but you wish you didn’t understand. you don’t. He loves you, and that’s enough, and love like this that will always be enough but he’s decided on it.

“Ultimately - I don’t understand. I want to learn Y/N, to grow into a better person for you. Someone you can be proud of really loving. You deserve someone who can love you like you are the best thing that’s ever happened to them,” he says to you. He’s crying this time and you let out a sob when you look at his pained expression. The rain is pouring outside, and you wish he would just leave but you’ll never know if you’d recover if he did.

“I think, I’m better when I’m with you. But i worry so much, when you’re gone. I need to learn more about myself to love you better, Y/N. I will love you better. I will find you again someday, and love the way I should’ve all these years ago, but for you and for me. We shouldn’t be together like this, until we’ve figured it out. Until we’ve.. grown up a little,” those are his closing words to you

You kiss him like you’re never gonna see him again, because who know if you will. You look at him, smiling up at him, a soft, and sad smile. If he was gonna remember you, he should remember you like this.

“It won’t be long, before I’m here again,’ he says when he pull away from him. You place your forehead on his and sigh, shutting your eyes with solemn.

“Then, for now, I’ll say goodbye,” you say to him, trying simply to let this last moment be of peace. He nods. He kisses you again, and you hug him. He’s frail now, and you can feel him relax in your arms. The person you loved the most.

“Bye, my love,” he says to you. he picks up his bag, and turns to walk away. And he doesn’t look back, and neither do you. How could you?

You were left alone with your thoughts in the same place, all these years later. Some days, and sometimes it wasn’t like this. Most days know, you didn’t have to mourn every second without him around. You did what he said you would, you grew, and you loved others. You got a stable job in the career you loved, you graduated college, you grew up, but didn’t grow in. And it’s been ten years since you’ve seen that face, not on social media, not in passing. That was the last memory you ever had of Spencer, and you never knew if you’d replace it with a current one. Not once did you cross paths, you took as literal as you could. Bound to not be together. You could only hope for so long, no matter how much you believed.

You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and shutting your eyes. your legs are warm under the sheets, but your waist is exposed to cold air. your sheets hold your sleeping figure like a lover does, and you pulled your blanket between your legs to wrap around it. You needed to sleep, you had errands to run before work. But these nights came, and it didn’t look like this would be the case. maybe you could drown out your sorrows in food, a diner near you could be open and maybe that would remedy the loneliness. And you wanted waffles.

You pick yourself out of your bed, rubbing the tired out of your face with your hands and blinking harshly. You pick up a jacket from the floor, and put it on, your shirt ridden up and your sweatpants pulling down exposing your midriff and sending a shiver down your spine. You pick up your keys and head to your car in soft silence, comfortable.

The road lights making a familiar stranger out of your distorted shadow, you pay extra attention to it. You like to drive silence, the white noise could drown out every feeling if you focused on it. So you did, you drive in autopilot, pulling into a small diner in your town with dim lights and waitresses who see you around at the same time every few months. You walked in and took a seat at the front tables for people who were eating alone. You smiled softly at the waitress who greeted you with a warm smile.

“Long night sweetpea?,” her voice reminds you of your mother's. You nod

“Yeah, but I’ll be alright. Could I get some orange juice, with waffles, eggs, and bacon,” you ask her. She nods, smiling.

“That’ll be right out for you darling,” she says kindly. You nod again, letting out a light thank you. You get on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media trying to ignore the feeling of loneliness that was crawling up your spine.

You felt the energy of another person take a seat next to you, but you didn’t look up. From your peripherals you see longish brown hair but that’s about all you can make up. You sigh and keep scrolling, taking sips of orange juice in between and just waiting to eat and get out of there. You take another look at the person sitting next to you and.. well you’re not sure what you do.

You know they can feel your eyes on them, but you can’t look away. Especially if this somehow is what you think it could be, then it would be entirely impossible to look away. You had to be imagining things, because in ten years and as many of these lonely nights later, seeing Spencer Reid again would be nothing short of the right place and the right time and that irony would eat you up.

You’d been drinking juice, but your throat was closing on itself in shock. The kind of shock that you felt so deeply movement and lithe was scarce.

“Spencer?,” your voice gave in on you, your hands were shaking and you simply couldn’t believe your eyes. He turned to look at you, his expression painted with an equal amount of confusion, eyes bulging out of his head. He was so much older now it scared you, hair longer and shaggy but less refined, a face aged and jaded, hands bigger. He was bigger somehow, his expression was still as warm as you remember, his eyes fallen under loose strands of hair that surrounded him. You couldn’t believe it. There he was, sitting so close to you you were overwhelmed with how much of him was in the room.

“Y/N?,” he said in an unsure voice but he wasn’t really asking. He was confirming it, to himself mostly. You nodded, your throat closing up in the way it does when you’re near tears.

the two of you were unsure of what to do with one another, both acknowledged to be in each others presence. The waitress placed your two plates in front of you, and you both looked at her. She was startled in her own right, but smiled warmly.

“I’ll move these to the table for two in that back corner,” she informs, a smirk on her face. You blush and Spencer chuckles, airiness in his voice. The two of you and walk to the table and sit across from each other, and you look at each other in quiet. You pick up a knife and cut into your waffles, and Spencer smiles as he watches cover them in butter

“Never did kick that habit, did you?,” he pokes at you softly. You laugh too.

“Leave my waffle habits be,” you say sarcastically. He giggles

“Heart Disease says hello,” he replies, you roll your eyes at him and he laughs. He has French Toast with strawberries, when you were together he’d always cut them into squares and you’d argue that he was a triangles sort of guy. He never understood but you didn’t mind it.

Spencer looks at you with as much adoration as he can muster, his eyes lingering over your lips, fingers trying to find a fork and knife to start eating with but he couldn’t stop looking at you. Your smile had a distinction now, your eyes got a little heavier when you were sleepier and your smile was a little mourn. But your expression was as beautiful as he remembers, the way you’d shut your eyes when you ate something you liked, moaning a little too loudly that you liked it. The way you wiggled when you were happy with something, like a little kid at a birthday party. Seeing you again brought back a wave of love he hadn’t felt in way feels like forever. Love that reminds him of all the nights he wished you could see him, how proud you’d be now. He could prove himself to you now, he was older, he grew, just like he planned to. He could prove he was worthy, he was sure.

“What brings you to the city?,” you ask him, genuinely curious. He smiles.

“Just finished a case, but I took a couple days off to explore here. It was a long case and it took a lot out of me,” he replies. you knew immediately he was still profiling, he always did adore that job. It was his life, his one true love like you’d always joke.

“I’m glad you’re resting, instead of going right home,” you say softly. Spencer looks at you with love in his eyes, you still cared in that way that you always did. Even before Spencer had been through what he had, even now, not knowing. You always told Spencer to rest before he burnt out, and he didn’t listen. It brought a lot of rifts and snowballed into what could be your worst nights with him. You never went to bed angry, he did. You two were different in that way.

“What about you?,” he asked you. You swallowed your pancakes, and coughed.

“Slow down there, Y/N,” he laughed. You shook your head and thought for a second.

“I graduated with my masters like I always dreamed, and for now, I teach at a University with my degree,” you say honestly. There’s more to your answer, of course, like why the two of you are here. No ones brave enough to as but more than anything you want to.

“What brought you here.. tonight?,” he asked, looking down at his plate. He wanted to know if the two of you were in here for the same reason, but you couldn’t help but feel tears wanting to prick when you thought about it.

“I couldn’t sleep in an empty bed, I guess? Memories and stuff, stupid things. It gets like that sometimes, so I come to this diner to eat and clear my mind,” you explain quickly. Spencer looked down at his hands and played with the watch on his wrist.

“I guess we’re in the same boat then,” he replied. And you understood what he meant without having to ask any follow ups at all.

“Would it help..” you start, chewing your bottom lip “if you had someone to sleep with, I mean?,” you ask nervously. Spencer examines your expression, you looked him in the eyes, assuming you meant what he thought you did.

“Yeah, it would,” he replied. You finished up your food with him in silence and he stood up and followed you out the door, his french toast left unfinished.

He walked you to your car and you turned to look at him

“Follow me,” you say, leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He stares at your lips for second and nods, walking into his car.

Sliding into your front seat, you drive with an insane amount of butterflies in your stomach, the possibilities of this feeling endless. There is so much to talk about, so many old scars to heal and so many reasons to turn back. But this is the right thing to do, you’ve never been so sure. You drove to your apartment complex, and parked, Spencer right next to you in an empty lot. You don’t turn to look at him, you walk towards your door and let him inside, as he follows you into your apartment. The door shuts and you turn your back against it, locking it. He takes off his jacket and places it on the couch, and you hand him yours to do the same.

Then there is this infamous silence that the two of you share for a moment, he looks at your lips and you look into his eyes. You place your finger on the waistband of his dress pants, playing his belt looks and pressing a hand against his erection, you smile up at him

“Kiss me,” you challenge him. He smiles and does so without hesitation, his hands on your waist, under your tshirt, trying to soak in every inch of you that he missed so much. His lips are soft, and warm and a little chapped but mostly in the middle. He smells like a grown man does, like cologne but an expensive one. His tongue nips at your lips and he’s so sweet with his movements, working with yours to make you comfortable. Your kiss him back, you feel tiny in comparison to him, but you like it. You work to unbutton his pants but you pause and pull back. His breathing is heavy, but so is yours.

“Bedroom,” you whimper out to him. Your rush to your bedroom, and you lay back in your bed. You take off your shirt and sweatshirt and Spencer does the same thing for you, he admires you for a second. Your filled out, thicker in the middle and he adores it. He’s on his knees, two hands on your waist, bent down to kiss you. Soft few kisses before he travels down to your neck, biting across little love bites into it. He only leaves a few small ones on your neck, you’re a working woman but he wishes he could leave more. He will in places only he’d ever see, he decided on his own.

The rainfall is a loud sound and pour on the heavy breathing and pants that make the room hot. Cold air falls onto your skin but heat still manages to consume you as Spencer trails down to your chest, unclasping your bra with ease and taking you into his mouth, his other hand focusing on your nipples and brushing his thumb across them, you run your fingers in his hair and bite your lip, arching your back a little, a little restless at the teasing. He continues to leave kisses down your waist and ghosts his mouth over your panties.

He looks at you adoringly and to be honest, everything after that is a mess in your mind of heavy breathing and I love you’s the two of you ignored. The last you remember is being bare, not physically, but emotionally as you laid in his arms for what would be the best sleep you’ve ever had in your life. waking up from what felt like a dream was scary.

Your eyes fluttered up, preparing for Spencer to be gone like a ghost in the wind. But to your surprise, there he was. Face peacefully asleep, eyes crinkled together. You couldn’t help but look at him, you press a kiss against his eyelids making them flutter open.

“Good morning,” you whisper to him. He smiles back, remembering you with him and wraps your arms around a little tighter.

“I’m sorry,” he starts with. You crinkle your expression

“What for?,” you ask. He sighs,

“Leaving you,” he replies softly. You feel tears prick and you turn away from him but he doesn’t stop clinging to you even then you can’t

“I forgave you for that a long time ago, but you’re gonna go away again so I can’t say it’s okay,” you say smiling sadly. Spencer sighs and breathes you in for a second.

“I don’t think I can, Y/N,” he starts. You turn around towards him and look at him with both hope and confusion.

“I haven’t slept like this in over ten years, in the few moments we’ve spent in the last few hours I’ve never been this happy. I didn’t know, or I guess - understand how fucking hard it’s been without it. I don’t want to go away again, and if it takes me a while to rebuild what we used to have then I will. But I’ve learned I’ll never feel good enough to love you but - that’s what love is. Proving to that person that you’re the person for them, loving them like no one else will. No one can ever love you like I do, and I know that now. And I’m so sorry I didn’t know that then.. Y/N if you forgive me - then I’d like to not have to say goodbye after today. We can rebuild, I’m ready to learn how to love you the right way… Like I had always promised I would,” Spencer admitted to you, he was crying. You saw the pain you saw the day you two departed. You saw the same heartbreak, but you could feel how much he’s grown.

He was so different, but he was still the man you loved. He did just what he said he would. The two of you, wholes to a greater half. You loved him, you adored. And as much as it hurt you when he left, it hurt you more to think he’d never come back.

“Okay.. okay. Let’s be together again,” you say, your voice teary and raspy, you move to kiss him and but he’s beat you too it.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life, making up these last ten years to you,” his voice is warm when he pull away. He means it. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, and cry. soft sounds of rainfall filling the air, as you and Spencer lay there in each others arms. Falling tears and hope drowning out everything else.

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All of those headcanons and scenario questions that people have been asking me since I started this blog and then some: The Compiled List

What was the best thing in your character's life? What was the worst thing in your character's life? This is a difficult thing to answer because Torvald is still living his life into current canon, but if I don't want to be difficult about the question, here are a few ideas?

BEST THING(S): The birth of Adelynne, When he met his first dog, Joining training with his best friend Gylfis WORST THINGS(S): When Marek ran away, When his parents passed, When he fought Marek on the battlefield, When Marek murdered his only 2 friends in the world

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character? Because of the way that he lives, there is not a lot of small memories that he tends to hold onto. Most things, if they don't make an intense impact one way or the other ( that being positive or negative ), he tends to easily forget them. However, there are some things that he's otehrwise forgotten that ought not to have been.

A better way to answer this would be "what seemingly insignificant moments stuck with your character" -- This has one answer and it was the moment that Torvald had to be pulled back from dark depths by Gylfis. Torvald was about to give his blood to a dark warlock in search of his brother and Gyl swooped in and talked him out of it. It was not necessarily a threat to his life, nor was the woman that was to perform the magic particularly dangerous, but it is a moment that Torvald can never repay.

How does your character feel about sex? Torvald is not, generally, an overly sexual person. His first thoughts upon seeing a woman are not usually of a sexual nature and, admittedly, this may have a lot to do with the fact that I, as a woman, do not know what it is to be a man or to feel about sex as a man does. However, I think this gives him his own, softer, qualities towards love and romance. Torvald would much prefer to wine and dine before intimate relations than just -- "jump right in", as it were.

He's a good boi, okay. I love him.

What are Marek's feelings for Torvald? Does he feel any kind of sibling jealousy? Oh Y E S.

Marek has, of all of his adult life, all of his teenage years and some of his young childhood been very jealous of Torvald for many reasons. He was jealous of Torvald's natural talents, of his social skills, of his relationship with his friend, Gylfis, of his relationship with their parents and younger sister. Marek felt very much like he was the social outcast and was unsure of how to overcome this hurdle. Torvald was an obstacle that her felt he had to destroy or his own life would never be his own. He would always remain in the shadow of someone better and his pride would not let that happen.

But that is merely the jealousy aspect. As far as his other emotions go, Marek feels a great deal of anger toward his brother, but he also loathes this fact about himself. However, after so many years of brainwashing and devotion to his own hatred, he has become numb to anything pleasant toward his brother. He can no longer tell if he loves his brother or if those feelings have been suppressed to the point of its self extinguishing.

After what tradition were Torvald, Marek and Adelynne named? Did their parents follow a certain idea when naming them? Would the siblings name their children after the same traditions or just go after what they like? The trio were not named after any particular traditions or ideas. It was very much an on the spot decision for them when it came to naming their children. However, due to the lack of information given to the actual answer -- Have the literal definition of their names? Just because? IDK, have this!

Torvald From the Old Norse name Þórvaldr, which meant "Thor's ruler" from the name of the Norse god Þórr (see THOR) combined with valdr "ruler".

Marek Polish, Czech, and Slovak: from the West Slavic personal name Marek, a vernacular form of Latin Marcus (see Mark). Czech: from a pet form of the personal name Martin.

Adelynne Adelyn is a new American coinage. As an invented name, Adelyn is thought to have been inspired by one of two more traditional names. The first, Adelaide, comes from the Germanic elements “adal” meaning 'noble' and “heid” meaning 'kind, sort'.

What is Adelynne's relationship with Torvald and Marek? Which of her brothers does she feel closer to emotionally ( by moral character, appearance, etc )? Adelynne's relationship with her brothers are very different from one another, though she does love them both in a far closer measure.

Adelynne and Torvald share a closer bond because they have spent much more time together than she and the other. They have shared in grief, loss and happiness together. They have shared in memories insurmountable by a great deal of other siblings they have encountered in their lives. It is a bond that neither would surrender for anything else in the world -- particularly now -- since they are all one another have left.

Adelynne and Marek have a different bond. Though he left when they were still children, for all her life, Marek assured she was kept safe. It was an uncanny coincidence that was nearly becoming passed off as luck. Adelynne continued the search for Marek when Torvald was in his coma and there was always a part of her that knew he wouldn't be coming home. She has forgiven him for leaving them, but continues to struggle knowing what had happened to him and what he has done. They are destined to encounter again on the Broken Shore, but it is undetermined whether this is to take Adelynne into the rank of the LEgion, or to finally see Marek submit to his past life and have his current taken from him.

Appearance wise, Adelynne and Torvald look much more alike than either of them look like their brother.

What are Adelynne's crafts? Does she share any interests or hobbies with her brothers? Id so, which ones? Adelynne doesn't have any professions in the game, but she does like to collect herbs and brew elixirs in her spare time. She has used amateur potions on the field before and had Torvald test some questionable ones as well.

What is the age difference between Torvald and his siblings? How does this difference influence their relationships with eachother? How does it affect how they see one another? Torvald is 4 years older than his brother, Marek and 8 years older than his sister, Adelynne. Because they are all so close in age, it had very little in means of affecting their relationships, not nearly as much as their life views. The same is for their opinions and views on one another.

Which of the siblings is the most similar to their parents? How is this shown? Torvald is most like their father, certainly. Both he and Roderic are loyal to a fault, dedicated to their morality and their emotions and share an equal love for history and peace, in any capacity they can attain.

Adelynne is a fine blend of both their parents. Compulsive, patient and strong willed.

Marek is most like their mother. They share similar qualities, as well as Marek displaying some of the worse of the woman's dark side. He is selfish, narcasistic and greedy. He lives in a great amount of delusion, something which their mother had been prone to in her youth.

If you were not bound by the ingame models, how would you design the siblings appearance and their individual clothing styles?

Adelynne, Left. Marek, Center. Torvald, Right

What are the siblings favorite meals? Is there a reason they have these favorites? Can they cook for themselves? Do they cook for one another? Torvald's Favorite Meal: Smoked Eel, Crusty Bread and Malt Beer Marek's Favorite Meal: Rabbit ( Over A Flame ), Roasted or Raw Vegetables and Spring Water Adelynne's Favorite Meal: Roast Pork with Thyme and Rosemary, Baked Potato and Honey Milk

Torvald and Adelynne have done their fair share of cooking and enjoy it quite a lot. However, most often, Adelynne will be the one to cook meals for her brother, since her personality is generally the giving type. As far as Marek is concerned, over the years, he didn't do much in the way of eating unless it was prepared for him or it was unnecessary for him to do much work in it's preperation.

In the Warcraft Universe, what is Torvald's relationship and opinion of Orcs and those who look like them? ( Like Mar! ) So, given the fued between Orcs and Humans in Warcraft history ... You would think that Torvald would hate them, right? Well, he's one of those weird people that don't judge people by thier skin, for example, but rather, by their actions. So, follow these examples below ---

Durotan of the Frostwolves. Yeah, he would 100% be close compadres with Durotan. He is full of honor, truth and faith in his sense of morality. He is a good soul and Torvald would know this. He would perhaps even go out of his way to befriend him.

Garrosh Hellscream. Fuck. That. Guy. Torvald would most likely have been a huge part of the downfall of Hellscream were he not focused entirely on personal life matters at that point.

Mar Muthand. His favorite 'orc', honestly. She can be rough and gruff, but she has a kind heart and soul. He cares deeply for her and would rather spend his day with her than several of his own kind. But! B U T! As I said, he judges by CHARACTER, not RACE.

Does Torvald prefer to live / travel alone or with family / friends, significant others, etc? Torvald is a flip flopper when it comes to this subject. He was alone for so long, after being 100% involved in his family as a child, then he started to open himself up after he 'finally lost' his ambitions to hunt down his brother. He will definitely have his moments where he needs that time to himself and others where he needs to be in contact, he needs a hug, he needs a kiss, he needs affirmation of his worth to other people.

How does Torvald usually dress in daily life? How does Torvald usually dress for a fancy event? How does Torvald usually style his hair? What jewelry, if any, does Torvald usually wear? Torvald's Appearances are below, listed in simple forms.

Daily life includes ;; Leather boots, a pair of light cotton 'boxers', a heavier pair of leather pants and a light tunic. He carries his axe with him most places he goes, but if he isn't in need of it, it will be just an accessory.

Fancy Event includes ;; Lighter, more ornate, boots paired with sleak black trousers. Cotton boxers, of course. Something similar to his light daily life tunic, but probably with some more baubles then he might generally consider. If someone else has dressed him, like Lysirae for example, then there is no telling what he might get put into.

Hair looks are generally very much the same. He will wear it down, consider braids to keep it from his face or up in a 'man bun' as it were.

Torvald doesn't make a habit of wearing anything dangling or lose fitting when he's on the battlefield, but he does carry with him several charms from important figures in his past. He has a locket from his mother, a set of gritting gloves for his weaponry from his father and a ring from his sister, Adelynne which she made herself. At some point in his past he carried, and then lost, a knife that once belonged to his brother, Marek.

What scars, if any, does Torvald have? What tattoos, is any, does Torvald have? What birthmarks, if any, does Torvald have? Over his years, particularly during the time when he's started being actively involved in wars and conflict, he has accumulated many scars. They range in size and location, but namely he has a pair on his shoulders from a felbat that plucked him from the ground. He also has another around his upper thigh from an incident in Westfall where a pack of wild dogs latched onto him and ( the alpha ) tore pretty good at him. The rest of the wounds heal as much as they can and have not left many lasting impressions.

Torvald, in a few words, looks like a living canvas. He has many tattoos that are, generally, hidden by his clothing. It is difficult to define many of them, as they are runic in nature and resemble pagan symbolism. If you ask him about them, he will probably tell you that they were a result of a spell gone wrong, but in truth, he got them when he was searching for his brother, Marek. A lot of them look like endless loops, all of them representing major leads on his brother that ended up taking him in circles and leading him nowhere.

Torvald has no significant birthmarks.

How tall is Torvald compared to his peers? How thin/heavy is Torvald compared to his peers? Honestly, we all know already that Torvald is a pretty husky man. He's very strong and he's also very tall. He is 6'2, well over 200 pounds and he can lift 3 children with one arm ( you know, with their fingers latched around his arm and he just lifts them up while they dangle ). He is also a trained warrior who has dedicated a lot of his life to sword skill and strength training.

Now, in relation to his peers, at least the ones he has actually interacted with ( Khadgar, Lysirae, Alamor, Eryis, Mar, to name a few ) -- He is literally the tallest of everyone ( as far as my knowledge goes ). Funny, considering 3 of them are elves. He is probably also the most strongly built, looking more like an orc than a human -- minus the green skin.

Want to know more about Champion of the Alliance Torvald CHAMPION OF THE ALLIANCE TORVALD WOULD BE GREAT FOR THE FOLLOWING REASONS

1. Despite not being a seasoned war veteran like Genn or Varian, he does know the ins and outs of strategy and has seen battle first hand. 2. Torvald spent a great deal of his youth studying and becoming, on some level, a scholar. It undoubtedly increased his reasoning skills and put a damper on his anger and violence ( which seems only to come out when he is fighting a war). This would likely make him a good diplomat when it comes to political matters. 3. Torvald is only in his early 30s which means, with any luck, he would have a long and prosperous life ahead of him with which to attend to and fix many wrongs he has personally observed within his lifetime as a traveler. 4. Torvald is a personable person, okay. His social skills are fairly good and his ability to conform with speech of his audiences is pretty good as well. Got a rally full of people? He will just use multiple definitions. It works like a charm. 5. Torvald does not like war, but he can understand the necessity for it. 6. In a lot of ways, Torvald is the ideal mixture of Varian and Anduin.

In short, @blizzard, Torvald Starsk for King of the Alliance 2020?

What do you see in your muses future? Torvald, as my main muse both on tumblr and in the game, has an undetermined future. I would like to see him live into old age with a wife and family, but as we have seen before in the good ol World of Warcraft, this is not always the fate of brave and noble warriors. His fate will be determined at a later date.

Marek is almost certainly destined to perish just before, or during, the Battle for Azeroth. His power has been robbed from him, his cause as well, and here is no returning to the Alliance for him. Though I have though on having him build his own group ( like the Twilight's Hammer ) from the ground up, I do believe he would be unsuccessful and he would be met with death regardless.

Adelynne has recently gone through some changes that has had her leaving her comfortable home and the Cathedral of Stormwind to become a paladin. She has just begun her adventures in the world and I would like to see a lot more out of her before her life is ended. However, just as with Torvald, this is not always the case in the good ol World of Warcraft. Her fate could be determined at any time.

What is something about Torvald that annoys me? This asshole literally finds every person he encounters a beauty to behold, okay. He could compliment you to death and then mourn for you without skipping a beat. It's almost malicious, I tell you.

Terrible. Unnecessary.

Does Torvald have a mount that is just his? Wht is it ingame? Does this mount have a certain name? What about character and personality traits? Does it cooperate? Is it difficult? Does this mount have certain ingame details or is it completely its own being? Does the mount have its own story and relationship with Torvald that has influenced Torvald in some way? If he doesn't have a mount, how does he usually travel? Torvald generally rides a horse in the game, but I do not canonically have a SPECIFIC mount that he would call his own.

Mag'har - How Important is freedom to Torvald? Hunter - Does Torvald have any pets? Mage - Does Torvald have any special talents? Priest - How empathetic is Torvald with others? Lightforged Draenei - Are appearances important to Torvald? Warrior - How athletic is Torvald? Shaman - Does Torvald follow any traditions? Human - Does Torvald have a personal hero? Zandalari - Is Torvald a proud person? Demon Hunter - Has Torvald ever sacrificed something? Torvald, should he lose his freedom, would be a very different man. He would definitely become more aggressive, more manipulative and extremely intolerant to those around him. He would devote all of his time and energy into getting out of whatever means of capture this mysterious party had used to get him in the first place. ----;; In short, Torvald values his freedom greatly.

Torvald, in his later life, after he'd 'finished' with adventuring and fighting wars, would adopt himself a Gilnean hound dog that his son, Leopold, would name Sir Woof.

Torvald's not especially good at unusual things, but he does seem to be good at a variety of things, as it were. He is a fine person to share a battlefield with, he is a good enough strategist and he is quite knowledgeable in many historical Azerothian verse. And, I suppose, he is adept in a few languages that are not just human common. This likely comes from his interaction with many different races throughout life and his travels.

Torvald is as empathetic as one can be without being an empath. He feels very much for other people and he does, essentially, live to serve others as best he can.

Appearances are not particularly important to Torvald. He could be sporting a heavy load of clothing or barely anything at all and still he would feel just about the same -- If not a bit colder than if he were bundled up tight.

Torvald can lift a grown man with his own strength from a squatted position. He is mighty strong, my friend.

Torvald doesn't follow many traditions himself, but he participates in the Azerothian holidays when he finds time. Her particularly enjoys Brewfest and spending that extra time with his dwarven companions.

I would say no, Torvald doesn't have a personal hero, but like most kids, he thinks his father is a pretty respectable guy. He taught him who he was meant to be and he was always there for him when he needed support the most. He also quite admires his lifelong friend, Gylfis, whom saved him from himself on more than one occasion.

Torvald is not at all proud. He greatly values his friends and he is proud of THEM, but of himself, he is not at all proud.

Torvald has sacrificed a lot of his own life and his own sanity throughout the years in pursuit of his brother, in particular. It cost him many years that he could have spent in happiness and joy with the rest of his family. Instead, it cost him dearly in his relationship with his parents, sister and friends as he, essentially, was completely consumed by his hunt for his brother.

What are Torvalds Ingame Professions and how do you play them In-character out in rp? Or does her ingame professions do not belong to the character ic? Does he possess professions beyond his ingame professions (Like for example not a alchemist but possess a knowledge of healing herbs and how to make healing oinments, not a smith but can recognize a proper blade or not a Tailor but knows how to sew and stitch etc etc etc...) In the actual game, Torvald is a blacksmith and a miner, but I slack horrifically at professions in the actual game. HOWEVER, he utilizes these skills in writing quite a lot. He makes his own gear, at times, or at the very least, he improves upon and repairs his own gear. He mines and sells the smelted bars for money at times, but he also uses it to craft jewelry for gifts or further cash.

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