#okie i hope the description is understandable

[cepheusgalaxy]

[Image descriptions: 1. A gif of Yato from Noragami being restrained by some kinf of thin rope and panting, looking very tired; 2. A gif of Sukuna from Jujustu Kaisen being restrained by chains. He is purple at first, and then becomes normal again and then transforms into a shadow to escape; 3. A gif of Vanitas from Vanitas no Carte glaring threateningly at someone and saying, according to the subtitles, "Try me." A part of his hair hides a part of his face and there is a bit of snow falling; 4. A gif of Vanitas from Vanitas no Carte being choked by someone with long nails, that is out of view. There is blood on the fmside of his face; 5. Noe from Vanitas no Carte, in shock, while someone that is out of view, rises his chin with a finger. The environment is bathed in red lighting; 6. A gif of someone drinking on a smoothie satisfiedly, The camera zooms in on them and the caption says, *slurp*; 7. A gif of a girl in the middle of a crowd putting a lock of hair behind her ear and then looking down and smilling. /end ID.]

AAAAAA I KNOW THESE ANIMES OK HOLD ON

First one if Yato from Noragami, a SUPER COOL ANIME about a rogue god who does services by 5 cents.

Second is Jujutsu Kaisen, of course

Third one and also the 4th and the 5th are ALL VANITAS NO CARTE which is simply perfect.

This one in the 3rd is Vanitas himself, a silly guy with lot of trauma who isn't normally that serious.

4th one is him still, though I can't recall which arc was that

5th one is Noe!!!!! He is so awesome hes like a cinnamon roll and he's a gentleman and also a vampire.

Ok this makes me happy because it's been forever since I last watched Vanitas no Carte and i never heard ppl talking about it (maybe because im not actively in the anime community)

You're the "Intoxicated by Pretty Pathetic Boys Suffering and Covered in Blood" mutual 💖

gendr affirmed, i love you anon <3

here have some gifs I had saved in my phone

me:

[tiniestkitty]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ how to start an age regression / inner child healing journal ɞ˚‧｡

🌷 content warning: very brief, un-descriptive mentions of having trauma 🌷

1. find a notebook you'd like to use ! this can look different for everyone. I picked a journal at the craft store with a pretty design on the front, but you could also use a simple composition book, a notepad or you could even keep a digital journal ! I personally prefer to have two diaries, one is for everyday boring "big-kid" stuff, and the other one is my agere journal ! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა if you'd like, you can combine them, but i personaly find keeping my trauma-processing stuff off to the side is helpful to me. 💛

2. brainstorm what things you'd like to accomplish with your therapy journal ( if any ! ) and what you'd like to write in it. you could set light hearted goals to reconnect with your childhood, process scary things that happened / everyday stressors , or to just keep it for fun ! remember that you don't need to know everything right away, though ! 🧸

for me, my goals are to understand trauma and learn how to grow from it, but I also like to draw pictures, write about the tinier parts of my day, do some affirmations , and follow simple prompts I find online. I will also use it as a tool to track triggers , trauma responses and anxieties to help myself better understand why I felt that way and know how to ground myself better during those scary moments . I also use it to write down thoughts or things I'd like to bring up with my therapist. ( my parents finally got me set up to see a therapist !! yay ! I am a minor so she is a pediatric therapist so she's extra gentle which is so nice hehe )

3. If you'd like, you can decorate the inside pages and the cover with all sorts of fun craft materials ! I like to use stickers and wash tape, but if you don't have those, you can print some pictures out and glue or tape them in ! If you don't have access to a printer, you could use one for free at a local library or at your school. you can also use markers, crayons, colored pencils, or whatever else you'd like to decorate the inside with fun drawings or to make some little worksheets for yourself to paste inside . maybe if you have someone to look after you or a little friend, you can ask them to come up with some for you to do ! 🩷 I like to make notes for my best little friend, wimsy, through dms hehe ! ૮꒰ྀི∩�� ᵕ ` ꒱ྀིა

4. you could make lists of things, too ! I like to list my favorite songs, all of my toys names, what I wanna do when it gets warmer outside, anything !

5. I find it helpful to make charts for stuff that can be challenging when having an icky day or feeling mentally unwell, like brushing my teeth or making sure that my pet chores are all taken care of. ( don't worry !! if I forget to give my kitty treats she will ask my mom hehe ! /lh ) I like to use a reward system, like if I brush my teeth two times every day for a whole week, I can have two breaks during homeschool. 🖍️

okie dokie ! that's all I have for now. hope I gave you some good ideas and tips ! this is all very new to me but I hope this was at least a little informative or helpful hehe . 💕🐰

[marsipaniscool]

I have to ask about your thoughts on how kars was radicalized because i've seen the wham post and now I'm curious

:D! okie dokie! 1.7k words of young kars angst is served hot and ready! also slight esikars in part 2 ! :) TW: brief description of violence [1/2] under the cut for length

(I will be assuming that Kars' former tribe is the only pillar tribe on earth, I simply haven't thought about other tribes :,) ) SO let's start with just a general overview of Kars' life. He's 103,000 years old, according to the wiki. It's mentioned several times, both directly and indirectly (Wamuu and Santana's ages now vs. when they were shown to have been taken at infancy), that the pillar tribe was only slaughtered by Esidisi and Kars 10,000 years ago. So, that's 93,000 years Kars spent with his tribe being abused and chastised.

The pillar tribe was a small and tight-knit community with few distinctions politically, economically, or socially. This social wealth fostered an attitude of peace towards nature, humans, and themselves. The tribe had long made peace with their inability to bask in the sun, fostering a story similar to that of Abrahamic Adam and Eve. A group of pillar people upset the sun god, and, as punishment, their people were banished from the sun for all eternity. Surviving the night of life was necessary for the light of the afterlife.

Kars, when he came of age, followed in his family's footsteps and became an apprentice to his father in natural philosophy, with a focus on medicinal alchemy. He didn't mind, having had an interest in science for as long as he could remember. His parents, masters of the subject, lovingly fostered this interest. Every star and constellation, every planet, every asteroid band, everything in the night sky he knew. He knew the clouds too—that odd shade of grey. He wasn't fond of them very much; they blocked out the stars.

It started with irritation at having to rush miles into the forest surrounding the temples at dusk, just to hope to get to the blossoms he needed for his latest project. He often failed, the flowers long since pruned by the creatures of the light. Even a scrap of a petal seldom remained for Kars.

That irritation became anger when the humans who worshiped them would have sun-kissed skin, and the children would still smell of the ocean waves. They'd laugh and tell stories of how warm and lovely it was. He rushed out into the evening one day, as soon as it was safe, only to feel heat boil in his chest as the air around him grew colder, no longer warmed by the sun. To indulge in the sun, all of it, to be able to feel the warmth on his skin and to be burned, if even for a moment, was all he desired. He wanted to pick the flowers and the fruits that flourished during the day and feel the life flow through them—life given by the sun.

It bothered him greatly that he came from the flesh of the earth, the same as any creature, yet he and his people are the only ones to be cursed like this. He doesn't understand why they're so complacent or why they're so accepting of their fate in the darkness.

First, he goes to his father, the man who spoiled him and loved him his entire life. He paces around frustratedly, hands running through his hair, horns fully protruding, and lets out centuries of buried anger. His father stops him mid-sentence with a hand, laughing loudly.

"The sun isn't a friend, nor is it a foe. It's not something to be feared nor conquered. It simply is not our dominion. While the moon doesn't hurt the humans that worship us, many fear it and the darkness it heralds. They tell stories of monsters, of horrific demonic creatures in the night. The sun is their dominion, as the moon is ours."

Kars went to the elders, only to be met with recommendations to visit the tribe's shaman and to be induced into a lengthy meditation with their moon goddess.

He was infuriated now. Why didn't anyone understand? Whenever he brought up concerns he deemed worthwhile, they were dismissed with, "This is just how things are!"

Word spread quickly among the small tribe, with the older men coming to mock him every morning and evening when he would head out to see the last rays of the sun peaking over the horizon. It escalated to outright mockery wherever he would go. At meals: "Is this food as warm as the sun?" Whenever he would wear jewelry of the sun, he was boisterously, cruelly laughed at, and had it ripped off of him. He used to love wearing gold, the colour of the sun; it complimented his hair and complexion so well, he thought. His tribe laughed at him and dirtied his garments with mud, rotted meat, and whatever vile fluids and liquidy things that were within reach. Black was the colour of the night, and it didn't show the stains. He started wearing his hair up, first in braids, then in buns, then in his wraps. He was tired of it getting mucked up, tangled, yanked, and abused.

One night he entered the galley, and as he stood on the stone pedestal overlooking the table, he realised there was no seat for him. He left as silent as he came.

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

April 2024 Art Dump

Oki Doki! So That one very early morning that I woke up and was stuck up for over half an hour which was just long enough for me to post on tumblr about needing to organize and figure out where I stood on the entire keeping y'all up to date on the minimal work that I do with my limited energy I ended up cleaning in real life instead so today I started tackling tumblr. And boy howdy I guess I just haven't been posting my art work for y'all for some reason? I think it's laziness, I stress myself out about the tagging process and make it way more complicated than it has to be stressing myself out to the point of not posting anything. Well it gives me something to do now!

Content Warnings: Bright high saturated colors, blood, negative self talk, let me know if I need to add more

Lots of characters and playing with photo editors! So for this first batch I'm hoping the photos will stay in the same order for you all that I'm seeing them in, but in case they aren't I'll try and be a bit more descriptive so you can understand which piece I'm talking about. There's really only three different drawings here (though an argument could be made for four it isn't one that anyone is tripping over themselves to make) the rest of the differences are from a combination of filters and other different photo editing effects. I used both Canva and BeFunky (the free versions) to achieve these looks and variations and had fun tweaking the design just here and there.

The first two pieces and the only pieces with a single character feature Elena Taski, one of my favorite oc's to draw.

Underneath her there should be two pieces that have two characters in them, these characters are young children, one is a girl standing by a tree and the other is a boy running away towards a yellow line that is meant to represent part of a swingset. This is actually a panel in four panel comic of no words I did for an art class in high school, redone digitally and taken out of context. I believe this was the second panel. The characters featured are Jester and Jesse Quinn. All three of those characters are involved in the same storyline/universe of mine called Learn To Be.

The last eight photos depict another piece I did in high school, though I can't remember if it was freshman or junior year I did it. It features five characters each of whom all had individual stories going on at the time, but eventually all but one would become a part of Learn To Be. The one that didn't make it didn't do so because it was a literal self-insert lol. The characters starting from top left are Elena, Camille, Jester, June, and then said old self insert character whose name I'm feeling too dysphoric to deal with right now. Above each characters head is a negative word they think about themselves so again starting from top left it says Failure, Mistake, Useless, Worthless; And It's All Your Fault. (It's the self inserts fault you see, because gheyre the creator, so it literally is their fault all these horrible things are happening to these fiction people-) As you can guess I was doing great lmao xD

[bookishofalder]

Joke of a Batman

Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

Request: @meowiemari Okie dokie!!! So Spencer x male reader where the reader is the driver for the robbers. They arrested him after finding him in a gas station getting snacks. While driving in his car with Morgan, Reid, and Hotch, the reader is in the passenger seat telling them the location because he was just there for the money. Hotch and Morgan went while Spencer stays to keep an eye on him. Reader’s playlist in his car plays old Justin Bieber songs and it’s gonna be me by NSYNC. Spencer sees his embarrassment and  awkwardly sings a bit so he doesn’t feel shame. Later in absolute a few minuets the two started singing and as soon as Morgan comes back with Hotch, they both quickly turn off the playlist and exchange numbers. :)

Warnings: Swearing, implied SMUT (super brief)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing this, and hope I you enjoy. This was my first time writing the reader as male-so please tell me if I can improve! Tried to keep reader description as vague as possible. Thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for encouraging me to get writing :) 

“That’ll be $11.75, please.” The bored gas station attendant droned, staring at you expectantly. You began to pull out a few bills from your wallet, ready to get home and eat your pint of ice cream in peace, but before you could count out what you needed, a voice behind you cut in.

“He’s no longer going to be making a purchase today, actually,” Spinning around in alarm, you find yourself face to face with two imposing men, one with a deep frown and overall authoritative air with his crisp suit, the other a handsome but tall and physically intimidating specimen.

With a gulp, you stuff the cash in your wallet. Who were these guys?

“Y/F/N?”

You nod as heat creeps up your neck, burning your face. Fucking Peter Robbins, you always knew, was going to be the death of you. And now it looked like your latest foray into his questionable life was going to land you in jail. These had to be cops.

You knew you should have ignored his call. You’d been telling yourself for years not to help him, he was just going to get himself in trouble again and call again, and you got nothing out of it. He used you because he knew you liked him. The two of you had been friends for years, and it didn’t take him long to realize the ways he could manipulate you because of how you felt.

It took you a lot longer to catch on to what he was doing.

But fuck, you still came running when he called, didn’t you? Like you were some joke of a Batman and he was shining his light into the sky calling for you. If only.

“That’s, yeah, that’s me.” You replied, slowly shoving your wallet into your front pocket before holding your hands in front of you in surrender. Whatever happened, you decide at this moment that you never want to see Peter again. Because giving that man a ride in hopes he’d one day say he was interested was not worth this.

“Mr. (Y/L/N), we’re placing you under arrest,” The frowning man held out his badge, showing you he was one Agent Hotchner from the fucking FBI. You tuned him out, your ears suddenly ringing, alarm shooting through you. Getting arrested was one thing, but the FBI? What in the living hell had Peter gotten into? Got you into?

He called you for a ride. It was just supposed to be a ride.

You were surprised when they didn’t cuff you, but you weren’t stupid enough to question them. They led you outside, where the gas station was quiet, only their large black SUV and your Honda Civic parked out front. You kept your eyes down, a sting threatening the corners but you were not going to cry. You needed to take this one step at a time, and not overreact. You surely didn’t fuck up that badly, did you? They’d said ‘suspicion of aiding a crime’, only suspicion.

“Listen, kid,” The bald Agent whose name you learned was Morgan turned and faced you, his expression serious. You bristled slightly at him calling you ‘kid’, but based on the crows' feet around his eyes, maybe he was older than he let on. “We know that you were just the driver today, and that you’d probably have no clue what’s going on right now.”

You raised your eyes to meet his, “Peter Robbins has ensured I fuck up my life at least once a year for nearly a decade. This is just...a new level for me.” You shrug, trying not to think of what your family was going to say when they found out. Would you lose your job?

“We’ve been watching Peter and his associates for a while now,” Agent Hotchner replied, and your brows raised in surprise. “Yes, he’s escalated from petty crimes that upset the local sheriff to armed robbery. Unfortunately, one of his partners happens to enjoy killing. Which is why we were called in.” He stops speaking abruptly when another Agent, you assume from the gun on his belt, steps around the SUV and up to your group.

For a moment, you’re caught off guard. This Agent is stunningly handsome, much younger than the other two. His eyes, which met yours for only a moment before flitting away, were a soft honey brown that sucked you right in. He had a bit of a shadow along his jaw, his wavy brown hair unkempt in the best kind of way, as though he’d just rolled out of bed looking that perfect. And you could tell he didn’t even realize the power he had. Standing next to two burly, thick muscled Agents, you could understand why. But in your brief assessment of this new man, you could see the lean strength of him, the muscles of his lower arms, veins in his hands. He was tall, too, taller than either of the other men, which was saying something.

“What’s up, Reid?” Morgan asked, and the new arrival-Reid-held up his phone.

“Garcia can’t pull anything from the Honda, it’s, her words, an ancient species.” He spoke quickly, almost as though the words couldn’t find their way off of his tongue quickly enough. You tried not to fixate on his mouth, because damn it, his lips were perfect.

Absentmindedly, you crossed your arms across your chest, feeling tense and tired. When Reid’s eyes followed the movement, you felt frozen under his gaze, watching with your breath held as it dragged slowly up to your face. His expression was unreadable, yet you still felt your cheeks grow warmer.

“Listen, (Y/N), we know you don’t have any real part in Peter’s crimes. We intercepted his calls and texts, we know he asked you to pick him up today, last minute.” Agent Hotchner said, his eyes burning into yours.

You looked away from the other men, shame flooding through you. “Peter always calls, and I always answer. But I really don’t know anything about what he does, I didn't know he was even with anyone else today. He asked me to pick him up right out front of the pharmacy, that’s all.” You couldn’t help the edge to your voice, the wordless plea that they understand you had no clue what was going on. And if innocent people were dying, you would do anything you could to help them put a stop to it.

Reid tilted his head slightly as he watched you, “We’ve seen the messages, (Y/N), we know how he treats you, giving you a little, yet taking a lot,” The tears almost threaten now, so you glance away, looking at the ground as you nod, “And he doesn’t even tell you what he’s taking, the danger he’s putting you in. He’s going to go away for a long time, but you don’t have to.”

At this, your head snaps up and you look between the three men, expecting them to laugh and finally cuff you. But they all wear the same neutral expression, all watching you.

“Like I said, I don’t know much abou-“

Reid shook his head, politely interjecting, “We understand. But you know where you took him today, right?” At your nod, Reid stepped a little closer, peering down at you, “We need you to take us to him. And tell us any other addresses you can remember picking him up from or taking him to in the last year. Can you help us? You won’t be under arrest if you can give us what we need to stop Peter and the men he’s working with.”

You almost wanted to laugh. Of course, you would help, regardless of whether you were still under arrest; you had no loyalty whatsoever to Peter. You only ever showed up for him because you hoped, each time, that it would be the time he would go beyond flirting. That the feelings were mutual. But if he was committing crimes-fuck, robbing people, working with a murderer, then you were done with him.

“I can tell you addresses, and I can show where he is now, I just,” You paused, closing your eyes briefly to pull in a breath, steadying yourself, “Please, don’t hurt him, if you don’t need to, I mean.”

Reid’s eyes, which you found the moment you opened yours, visibly softened at your words. He seemed a little surprised, you thought, though it was hard to tell. He was difficult to read, and you’d only just met him. He nodded reassuringly before looking to Agent Hotchner expectantly while you waited, your insides in knots.

“(Y/N), Spencer is going to go with you in your vehicle, and we’ll be following behind. Take us as close as you can without being obvious. Reid,” He turned to the handsome agent, “We’re going to check the car first, can you-“ He gestured wordlessly in your direction, which made you frown in confusion.

Reid nodded, and you watched as the two other agents moved to search your car, while he moved toward you. “I’m going to search you for weapons, okay?” He explained, holding his hands out as if waiting for your permission.

You stared, perhaps a beat too long, at his long-fingered hands. With a shy bob of your head, you looked to Reid, “Of course, I understand.” And the agent began to pat you down as you stood awkwardly.

It wasn’t as though the action was intimate or affectionate, but for whatever reason, you did feel his touch was hesitant. He was gentle, considerate...it surprised you. And then his hands slid up your back as he stood in front of you, and you became acutely aware of the thin cotton t-shirt your wore, instantly becoming self-conscious. You wondered what he thought of you, of your body.

Mind out of the gutter, you told yourself.

It was then, when Reid leaned back, his hands sliding from your back to your chest, that time seemed to stand still, just for a moment. They moved across your stomach briefly, and as they began to pull away, the search complete, you looked up. Reid was staring at you, his cheeks flushed, eyes heavy. You caught your breath, his gaze was so intense, but before you could even try to think of what to say, he was swiftly stepping back, breaking eye contact with a heavy swallow.

You were kind of relieved. That had been almost too intense, whatever that was. The relief lasted only moments until Agent Hotchner called out that your car was good to go, and you remembered you had a twenty-minute car ride alone with the Reid.

Fuck.

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The first few minutes of the drive are bearable enough, Spencer takes the wheel as you give him directions to the subdivision where you had dropped Peter off. It’s when the silence starts to press in, and you don’t know what to say to fill it, that things swiftly change.

Sensing the tension, no doubt, Reid reaches out to the audio power button and hits your stereo on. With an internal groan, you suddenly wish you could just jump out of the moving vehicle when the song you’d been listening to picks back up.

'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fucking lonely I'm so lonely Lonely

You had put on a playlist you considered your ‘sad songs’ compilation for whenever you were let down by Peter or any other man. You enjoyed wallowing in self-pity for just a little while after each encounter. But now, as Justin Bieber crooned sadly, you didn't feel sad, just humiliated. You were in your car with a fiercely hot FBI agent who had given you some kind of fucking bedroom eyes just minutes ago as he pats you down, and this song plays.

Your expression must have been obvious, as you saw Reid look at you a few times out of the corner of your eye, frowning somewhat. When the song ended, you didn’t get a chance to be relieved before ‘Somebody to Love” began playing. This time, you sighed aloud, sinking somewhat into your seat and wishing you could dissolve into a pile of goo like the Wicked Witch.

Until that is, you glanced up and saw Reid’s fingers tapping gently on the steering wheel to the beat. Surprised, you looked around to the agent and he was mouthing the words, singing along with the chorus. Stunned, you just watched him for a moment, quickly finding yourself enraptured by the way his plump lips moved around the words, how his tongue would wet them between lines, how his eyes-

Fuck, he was looking right at you. You smiled quickly but looked away, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You really had much bigger, more important shit to be concerned with right now, yet here you were wondering what the hell this perfect man, this FBI agent that was far too handsome for his own good, was doing singing along with the silly song, and why the look he gave you had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Not to mention, the guilt that accompanied those thoughts, brief as they were, of what the lips would feel like on yours. What they would feel like on your body. Wrapped around your cock. Fuck.

He hadn’t said anything, but his fingers continued to tap along with the beat with ease. Eventually, when you directed him to the final turn, you chanced another glance at him. As if expecting your gaze, he turned his head and smiled at you, “I’m Spencer, by the way, Dr. Spencer Reid.” You blinked. Doctor?

“Oh, uh. Wow. Nice to meet you, Dr-“

“You can call me Spencer,” He cut in, his expression somewhat amused.

You nodded, “Nice to meet you, Spencer. Though I wish it were under different circumstances, perhaps where I wasn’t a criminal piece of shit.”

He pulled the car over, stopped at the community mailbox you had described as the perfect place to park. Once he’d turned the engine off, he turned to face you, those warm eyes giving you a gentle look. “You aren’t a criminal piece of shit, (Y/N),” Oh, you loved the way your name sounded coming from him. “I’d go as far as to say you’re a victim in all of this.”

You scoffed, waving a hand in protest, “No, I really should have known better than to help Peter.”

But Spencer shook his head, “As I said earlier, we saw the messages. He manipulates you, and he doesn’t ever tell you what he’s actually doing. He just gets you to give him rides, acts like it’s a way to hang out when really he’s using you as a cover because, in reality, you’re a law-abiding, hardworking, kind man. Men like him don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, (Y/N).”

Letting out a breath, your mind went blank at Spencer’s words, failing you entirely. You believed every word he’d said, and you felt warm all over at the intense way he watched you, it was almost...protective.

Before your mind could reboot and you could trust yourself to open your mouth and not simply drool, a tap on the window drew your eyes beyond Spencer. Agent Hotchner stood there, waiting patiently with his arms crossed.

Spencer climbed out of your car, but you stayed put, glad for a moment to close your eyes and try to steady your beating heart. After this was over, you were climbing into your bathtub and staying there for the rest of the week. Maybe the rest of the month.

“Prentiss and JJ are parked at the North end, they’re going to come with us. Can you wait here, with (Y/N), and call Garcia and have him give her the other locations?”

You heard Spencer agree and bid his fellow agents goodbye before climbing back into your car. He smiled warmly at you, and you couldn’t help but return it, your own shy and uncertain. “You heard what our task is?” He asked you, his head tilted again, watching you curiously.

“Yes.”

“Okay, good. But first, can you give me your phone, please?” He held his hand out expectantly. You handed it over, first pointing it towards your face to unlock it. His fingers brushed yours when he took the phone from you, and if you hadn’t been looking at him already, you wouldn’t have believed it was intentional. But it was because at the slight contact, your eyes had widened and Spencer...Spencer had smirked.

He clicked around on your phone for a moment, hit one final button and then passed it back to you, looking satisfied. When you took it back, his phone chimed in his pocket. Confused, you peered down at your screen to see he’d added his name to your contacts and sent himself a text from your phone. Well fuck.

He was watching you with an amused expression, “Once this case is over, (Y/N), I’d love it if you would allow me to take you to dinner.”

“I, wow,” You stammered, nervously running your hair through your hair. His eyes followed your movement, and you saw a glint behind the warmth, of desire. Hunger. You didn’t think twice. “I’d love to, Spencer.” He grinned at you.

And surprising even yourself, you reached out and squeezed his hand. And when he returned the pressure and ran his thumb softly across the back of your hand, all thoughts of Peter left your mind as *NSYNC played in the background and you didn’t feel lonely anymore.

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[imaginesbymk]

“I’ve Never Wanted Anything More.”

Gotham One Shot

Summary: You’re Lila Valeska’s snake handler and assistant, but little does she know you’re dating his son. So when you both decide to run away together, what’s left to worry about your boss/mother of your boyfriend that was the source of his trauma and neglect? Nothing, right? Unless she were alive...

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Requester: @wandamayday “okay so CONGRATS ON THE BIG MILESTONE!!! okie dokie doo so for your oneshot event, how about jerome valeska x reader where y/n is lila valeska’s stage assistant/snake handler who has been secretly dating jerome for a while, and y/n’s the only reason he shows up to his mother’s performances. jerome and y/n plan on running away together, but jerome left a little detail (lila’s murder) out of the plan and doesnt confess to them bc he doesn’t want them involved in *that part* 👀👀👀 i hope this is enough to go off of!! mwah!!!”

Tags: hints of a death

Word Count: 821

Author’s Note: tysmmm lacey!!! i miss jerome every day, waves of nostalgia hits when i write for him, especially for season 1-2

YOU rolled your eyes for probably the tenth time that same hour, having enough of Lila Valeska’s bickering. At first you grew concerned and wanted to make a good impression, but at this point you wished to use Sheeba the snake, let her out of her age and scare her away for good. That was the least you could do to make the employees sigh a bit in relief.

“And make sure the snake is well fed next time!” Lila scolds at you on the other side of the trailer door. “I could have gotten killed! You had one job, y/n!”

You had to single handedly deal with Lila’s nagging, which you couldn’t remember if that was part of the job description or not. “I can assure you Sheeba ate enough of the thawed rodents before the show, Lila.” And sure, Lila was definitely a rodent, too, if that.

The snake performance was a crowd favourite, and you, in particular, was a certain audience member’s favourite, despite you only being the stage assistant and handling the snake with caution and care before and after each show. After hearing her storm off to her own trailer, you plopped in the tiny couch in your trailer, massaging the tensioned spots of your head. 

A knock was heard on the trailer door a few hours later. You slumped out of your nap, sighing in annoyance, bracing for another unwanted lecture from the woman herself. You threw open the door. “What is it now, Lila?!” You froze, seeing red hair being moved by the night wind. You felt your heart flutter. “Oh!”

Jerome smiles, inviting himself in the trailer. “I can’t feel my damn feet.”

The trailer was annoyingly small, you two bumped into things every second as you two found yourselves on the couch, making out for a whole minute. You pulled away. “Your mom’s gonna kill the both of us, she lets herself in here without warning.”

“It’s okay, I dealt with her,” Jerome kisses your forehead. “You did?”

“She’s dragged me along with her in this stupid funny farm. I saw the whole thing - Sheeba almost killed her in front of all those people. Are you positive she was fed that hour?”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Your mother just complains about everything, it’s like I can’t breathe without having her point out a tiny thing that she finds wrong.” 

“Y/n,” his forehead was pressed against yours, taking your hands and warming them with his. “I wanna ask you something and I need your answer to be straight and true. You understand?”

“Yes, I will marry you.”

Jerome chuckles. “No, seriously. I’ve been thinking about this for too long. You and I are practically the only ones who always get dragged in the mud, we’re outsiders. The circus is supposed to be fun, a family of many talents, yet here I am, cleaning up after everyone, even elephant dong, and you, trailing behind my mother like a shadow, handling a snake that she sees as a prop and not an animal to respect.”

You frown in confusion. “Jerome...”

“They don’t love us...” he whispers. “None of them do.”

“So, what are you saying? We quit, walk away and land a job somewhere in the next town we tour in?”

“Not quite.” Jerome shook his head. “I want to start over, start a new life, with you. Let’s run away and never look back, y/n. The circus will only be a faint memory in our heads that’ll be easy to forget by the time summer hits, and maybe, some day... I can get on one knee and ask you that other question.”

You gulped. You had to admit, you wanted to live a better life with the boy you loved. Who wouldn’t? 

“We can catch a train, steal a car, do whatever. As long as we’re away from anything that has to do with all of this. We still have time, but it’s running out, unless we leave tonight.” Jerome lifts you from the couch, and you press your hands on his chest.

“You’re serious? You really want to do this, J?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“But-” you stop in your tracks. “Your mother, Jerome... she’s gonna call a search party for us.”

“Don’t worry,” Jerome’s sweet innocent voice wasn’t there anymore. You needed to hear it again, because the shivers up your spine didn’t feel the same as the time they shivered when you and Jerome made love for the first time. “I dealt with her, already.”

“What do you mean you dealt with her? What did she say?”

He shook his head, pushing the previous events aside that prompted him to change into a brand new set of clean clothes - bloodstained free. 

Grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the trailer, he says in a quick voice, “Never mind that, y/n. We have a train to catch.”

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[prince-liest]

Oki so my writing question is: How do you write a clear 'voice' for your characters?

Like people always say, especially with dialog, to make sure every character 'sounds' different. And I try to like make difference between how complicated the words they use are, do they use slang, are they descriptive or to the point etc to try n paint like a different picture but then there are characters who are similar on things like these and also pov which always just reads to me as something id write n not necesseraly the character themselves, even if i do have a clear picture of the character n their personality.

I hope thats not too vague i just started wondering afrer reading the latest :X chapter, it was amazing to me just how much you could tell about Shinsou simply from words he used to describe a sittuation n i wanna learn how to do dat too

I almost wrote thanks in advance like im signing of a fuckin email here have this heart instead ❤

Something that influences my writing a lot in this respect is that I developed my writing the most while roleplaying! It used to be really hard for me to imagine writing more than one character in a scene myself, because my writing method when roleplaying is pretty much ‘get into the character’s head and have at it,’ and writing more than one character seemed like it required some kind of manic rapid back-and-forth switching (which eventually turned out to be just... easier than I expected!) As a result... this isn’t actually something I’ve explicitly thought about very much! So thanks for the ask, because it made me reflect on what actually goes into my writing.

The first thing I want to say is: You’re really on point with what you’ve explained so far! It’s a fantastic start! The way I frame it in my mind when I think about it is that I’m trying to focus on what characterizes whoever I’m writing. What makes them stand out and seem special? It doesn’t have to be part of their voice - it’s just, like, what aspects of them are most recognizable? Take those things and make sure that they show up when you’re writing that character. Here’s a few aspects to consider:

More obvious aspects of speech patterns, like you mentioned. For example, I have Present Mic cut off his ‘g’s a lot and use more infomal language (so “What are you thinking?” turns into “Whatcha thinkin’?”) because he’s a peppy, flamboyant, informal type of person.

What a character is feeling. A lot can be communicated about an emotional state using filler words and sounds, someone’s body language, the contrast between their internal narration and their words, and non-vocabulary aspects of their speech like whether they get to the point or if they’re hesitant to say it outright. ‘Show, don’t tell’ isn’t a hard rule but it comes into play a lot for this one.

The iconic aspects of someone’s character and how that influences how they would see and speak about a certain topic. Aizawa is a very to-the-point person that is aware of the necessity of emotional needs but not supremely adept at managing them, so he’s a lot more likely to be blunt as default. Hawks lives by lying through his teeth and managing every situation he’s in, so while he can be blunt, he’s usually going to do it with the goal of getting a specific reaction. That changes how and when they are blunt.

A character’s relationship to another person or the situation they’re in. Shinsou in :X, for example, has an internal narrative that is pretty self-flagellating, tends towards some amount of snark, and includes the occasional swear word. But... he also holds an immense amount of respect for his teachers and he’s nervous talking to people, so when he speaks to Aizawa and Present Mic, he code-switches to something more formal and withdrawn, and gets stressy about it if he slips up. I don’t have to outright explain those things about his personality and view of Aizawa and Mic for that information to be communicated by his code-switching.

Sometimes you run into two characters that have somewhat similar ‘obvious aspects of speech pattern,’ like Present Mic and Hawks, for example. In that situation, focus on the other points! Sure, I write Mic and Hawks as both calling people ‘man’ and acting physically expressive and upbeat while being emotionally canny individuals, but Mic is more genuinely emotional (and thus more likely to show other emotions than pep) while Hawks wears his lightheartedness as a mask and can get stuck in it when a more somber face might be more natural. He’s also less genuine and more likely to be dismissive. So when I’m writing them, for Mic I think ‘what would I say if I was trying to say it from my heart?’ and for Hawks I think ‘what would I say if I was trying to find the right words to resolve the situation quickly?’

These differences in approach affect how a character’s voice manifests! I think a lot of it really boils down to improving your fundamental understanding of a character and their current state and letting that flow into how they think and talk. You can think about all of these things individually, but if it seems like a lot - well, it is! I’ll think about individual aspectst of the above when editing, but when I’m writing my first draft, I tend to just build a picture of a character in my head and jump right in to writing while trying to let myself feel and think what the character does. Active daydreaming about fic a lot helps with that, haha.

I hope this helps and isn’t just a repeat of stuff you’ve already read! Practice really does make perfect with stuff like this - understanding and balancing everything gets way easier the more you do it. Lastly:  ❤! :D

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Oblivious Actions Part 2 of 2

Revali x Reader

5827 words (hey you asked for a big boi so)

Part 1

Thank you for your patience! I really love how this turned out, even though I suck at endings. Critiques and any typo finds are appreciated if I missed anything. Anyway, enjoy!

Music filled the air, the stable was lively, and full of chatter. Understandable, considering it wasn’t everyday the Champions would grace the common folk with their presence. Many travelers were already making their way up the bridges to Rito Village, in anticipation for the Champion celebratory party set for that night. Around Rito Stable, workers had begun lighting up amber lanterns, in preparation for the sun setting in a few hours. A few Hylians were walking about. One Sheikah was playing his instrument by the campfire, humming a familiar tune, while others watched and danced along. Rito and Hylian children zigzagged between the large, wooden crates, painted with the Hyrulean crest. A worker with a maroon tunic was stirring a large pot of stew, its savoury aroma filling every part of the woods. The winds rustled through the dancing trees, creating its own, cutting melody. However, the chill was not felt from within. 

Inside, the curtains by the stable entrance were half drawn, people lounged around tables, talking and eating. Warm, yellow light illuminated the room, the lanterns occasionally flickering. Workers and guests clattered about. A few men in the corner were on their third pint of ale, while a few Rito women were giggling from across the room, staring at a particular Rito and Gerudo. 

He hadn’t bothered to wear his blue scarf, even though he adored it (and he would never say so out loud), he found that its emblem attracted much unwanted attention. Urbosa, on the other hand, had her sky blue skirt on, draped across the stool she was sitting on. It was the figure of a Gerudo so far into the Tabantha Region, combined with her Champion status that attracted attention. So in essence, it was her that negated any efforts Revali made to stay away from the crowds. He leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling restlessly, waiting for her to be finished with the last of the lingering fans.

With a flick of her wrist, Urbosa finished writing her name across the piece of parchment. The black ink at the tip of the quill soaked into the paper, leaving Urbosa’s cursive name in large letters. A thin and lanky Hylian man took it excitedly.

“T-thank you, Chief Lady Urbosa ma’am! Really! Truly! This means a lot, I’m going to— I mean… my kids are gonna love this.”

The Gerudo gave him a kind look and tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleamed. There was not a sliver of annoyance or mocking on her face. “It’s not a problem at all, sir. I find it encouraging whenever people come up to greet and support us. Don’t you think, Revali?”

Although the blank, wooden image of the ceiling was very entertaining, Rito pried his gaze away and narrowed his eyes at the two of them. The man was rocking back and forth on his heels, hugging two pieces of paper to his chest. One, already autographed with Urbosa’s loopy handwriting. The other, blank and waiting. His posture was jittery and nervous. The Hylian was switching his gaze between the Rito and the quill on the table. 

Ugh.

“Why yes, Champion Urbosa. It’s always nice to meet the adoring fans.” Revali enunciated the end of the sentence carefully. He continued with a regal tone. “Especially, since we’ve wasted the last hour of our free time watching you write the same word over and over. Theoretically speaking, we have greatly supported the ink business with our presence alone.” He leaned forward, speaking directly to the Hylian. “However, I think we’ve taken enough of this gentleman’s time, so why don’t we send him on his way. After all, I’m sure there are more actually important matters that we all need to attend too.” He flicked his wing in a motion towards the stable exit. 

A beat of silence. Then, the Hylian started to sputter, his cheeks reddening. “O-Oh... oh-oh yes, yes! Of course! I’ll just…” he took a shaky step back, “...be on, my, way, then. Thank you very much for your time!” He shuffled outside, nearly tripping on the step out the exit. 

Letting out a huff of air, the Gerudo Chief muttered under her breath. “Ink business...hilarious as always, Revali.” He let a smirk cross over his feathered face, “Yes, I already knew that, thank you.”

Revali turned his gaze back towards the ceiling, finding comfort in the fact that all the pestering fans were gone. Urbosa rolled her eyes. “Would it kill you to be nice? Or at the very least, polite?” He scoffed. 

“I don’t think having to endure lines of mindless devotees is part of our job description. Last I checked, I was chosen for my masterful skill set and bond with Medoh, not my penmanship.”  

She gave a tired sigh. “We both know that’s not the point, it’s about inspiration and giving people hope.”

“If people are so eager to have my name on a piece of paper,” he picked up the quill the Hylian had accidentally left on their table, “they can write it out themselves. By this point most people have the ability to spell, correct?”

The two continued their idle banter for a bit. The conversation at this point was mostly out of a lack of other things to do, as no food or drink had arrived yet. Then, another Hylian approached their table, cheerfully.

“Excuse me, Champions, I have—”

“OH for the love of Hylia!” the Rito interrupted, “I’m afraid I’m not in the mood to deal with whatever requests you have for me.” He held his head towards the ceiling, exasperated. 

“So pardon my bluntness, but why don’t you—”

“Revali,” Urbosa interjected.

He looked back towards her, a sarcastic response already at the tip of his beak. That was when he caught a glance at the Hylian woman in question.

She was holding up a wooden tray, dark and stained. A large pitcher sat on top of it, and she balanced two cups on either end. Her leather cap sat lopsided on her yellow hair. The symbol of a horse etched onto the fabric of their hat and tunic. The look on her face was that of confusion.

“Oh.”

The stable worker cleared her throat with a forced cough. “Um, you ordered the apple cider, right Champion Revali?” She set the cups down without waiting for a response. The Rito fixed his eyes on his drink, mumbling. “Yes, thank you Lucile.” At least, that’s what he thought her name was. He couldn’t bother to remember all of [Name]’s friends. The bronze colored liquid swirled in his cup.

Attempting to lighten the mood, Urbosa quipped in. “It wouldn’t be very responsible of me to let him get drunk, lest he become even more dramatic than usual.” She exchanged a quiet laugh with the waiter. Revali clicked his tongue. “I am in no need of your motherly supervision, Urbosa. Besides,” he laid his wing across his chest, theatrically, “I’m sure I can handle my drink much better than anyone here ever could.” At that, Urbosa gave a wink towards the waiter, whispering something about ego.

After pouring their drinks, the Hylian that was probably named Lucile put the pitcher back on the tray. “Alright, well, call for a refill when you want it. And don’t worry about the price or anything. [Name] said to put the rupees on their tab.” 

At the mention of their name, Revali perked up. “Wait, Lucile, I noticed I haven’t seen [Name] around yet. Are they…?” he let his voice trail off. It’s not like he cared that much, he was just curious. He hadn’t seen them all day. It’s not like he was looking forward to their interactions or anything. Yeah, curious, that was the word.

“If you’re referring to your little get together later, they’re still on for that.” Lucile gave a warm and knowing smile. “The place is busier than usual, thanks to you guys. So it’s ‘all hands on deck’ if ya know what I mean.”  She gave a quick nod outside, where a savoury aroma was starting to swirl its way inside. “They’re making your on the house dinner right now, so just wait a little bit longer.” Lucile tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, and picked up the tray. “Okie dokie, then. I’ll be seeing you.” 

The Rito allowed himself to look outside. The view was partly obstructed by the purpleish curtains on either side, but the unmistakable glow of embers and flickering firelight could be seen. Craning his head forward a bit, he caught a glimpse of a coffee colored boot in front of a cooking pot, tapping along with the music. Huh, only one stable worker he knew would still be dancing along to the music despite working all day. Revali thought back to that time when [Name] would force him to sing along with the sparrows, just to annoy him. Or how he would invite them to Warblers nest to listen to the Rito kids chirp their tunes. I wonder how they’re doing, have they been working all day? Have they taken a break yet? I know I’ve been caught up with Champion duties, but maybe tonight—

“Wandering eyes kill, little Rito.”

Snapping back into reality, Revali quickly blinked and turned to face Urbosa. There was a calm and almost pitiful tone in her voice that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be at the end of.

“Ah, my apologies. I should have asked for your permission to use my sense of vision.”

Unbothered by his comment, she kept the smirk on her face. “You know, I’ve never seen you laugh so easily until the other day.” He let out a loud scoff. What was that supposed to mean? Am I not allowed to express emotion on duty? Perhaps I should don the same stupid expression as that little knight.

“Well, perhaps that’s because everyone else in the group is boring.”

Urbosa leaned forward in her seat, letting her elbows rest on the table. “Let down the act, Revali. Everyone can see the big picture but you.”

“What are we even talking about?”

“[Name]”

“Uh-huh. Right, I think it would save us both time if you bothered to be specific in what you mean.” He lifted his wings in fake surrender. “What about them? You insulted by their choice in flower crowns? ”

Putting his wings down, he went for his drink. Taking up the cup of cider, Revali lifted it towards his face, using it as an excuse to not continue further into the conversation Urbosa so clearly wanted to have. Urbosa let out a huff of air. “Look, I’m just trying to compliment you two. You really are a cute couple.”

Instinctively turning to the side, Revali spat out his drink wildly. His coughing fit caused the surrounding conversations in the stable to trickle into curious whispers. A few other Rito in the back were giggling. Thankfully, he hadn’t sprayed anyone as no one was in range. He wiped down the front of his clothes and part of the table with his wing. He cleared his throat and half stood up, addressing the people that were looking at him quizzically. Revali’s voice raised in pitch and his speech quickened.

“AHEM! Wow, that was absolutely appalling and disgusting. I can’t believe the staff would be so careless as to let a dragonfly swirl around in my cup! I WILL be sure to speak with someone later concerning the cleanliness and hygienic practices of this place. So...yeah…” he let his voice echo in the room for a few more moments before sitting back down completely. Urbosa’s hands were folded as if in prayer, but her fingertips were pushed in front of her lips, as if to keep from laughing.

“Great save.”

“Shut up, will you? What in the hells did you just say? Couple? I think you’re clearly misreading things.”

She let out a short laugh. “Well, the fact that you reacted so enthusiastically says otherwise.”  

“Wha—what…?” He shook his head quickly. “Urbosa, whatever you think you saw the other day isn’t what you think. [Name] and I are very obviously not dating, or seeing each other, or whatever your proper terminology is.”

“You both are very obviously into each other. You always hang out, you have cute banter. You’re dating, no?”

“NO!” He quickly shushed her comment, lowering his own voice and glancing around to see if anyone else was listening in. “The answer is NO because I don’t even like them that much. They’re very stupid, and unattractive, not to mention a Hylian. They’re an acquaintance at most. Maybe a friend.” He propped his own wing on the table and rested his beak on it. “Or close friend. A confidant...or—agh! Point is we’re not whatever you think we are!”

Urbosa let out a huff of air, letting her shoulders slump. “For a Rito, you are quite blind.”

He went for his cup again, fiddling with the chipped white paint that decorated the side. Revali didn’t bother to look up at Urbosa, for fear of unconsciously communicating something with his eyes. “Fine, then. Please, enlighten me into what I am so blind to.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. Was he seriously not getting it? “You and [Name] seem to talk and visit each other all the time, considering you even know the staff here. You both have known each other since childhood, no doubt you’ve formed a bond. Both of you were so incredibly flustered just being in each other’s presence yesterday. Also,” she held up her head to imitate Revali’s posture, “You look pretty too!’ Does that comment ring any bells? Come on, Revali. And this is only the stuff I’ve seen in one day.” 

Shocked and speechless, Revali let the silence between them settle for a bit. He considered her argument, thinking over what to say next. “OK fine, I tolerate them. Sure. That doesn’t mean it happens both ways…”

The Gerudo Chief looked as if Revali had just told her that the current King of Hyrule was five stacked cuccos. “They practically invited you for a date earlier.”

“But, we do that all the time.”

“You do!?” it was Urbosa’s turn to be shocked.

“Wait,” Revali narrowed his eyes, wheels turned in his head. Did that time he invited [Name] to watch his archery practice count? Or when [Name] had baked him a fish pie when he came to visit them even though they were sick? Wait, wait, no. Friends do that all the time, that’s absurd. Yet, he couldn’t ignore the incessant fluttering in his stomach whenever he thought about braiding their hair...or laughing beside them...or— ah! What did it all mean? He scrunched his face in confusion, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Have we already...what does...are we dating?”

Urbosa held the bridge of her nose with her fingers, sighing. “Everyone with eyes can see it. You are.”

Revali practically squaked. “WE’VE BEEN DATING?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, you’re... dating Urbosa?”

Both Revali and Urbosa whipped around in unison to face [Name], who was standing behind them holding two hot bowls of spicy meat stew. 

Spirits bless his quivering soul, [Name] was here. There were still droplets of cider on his clothes, his braids were probably all frizzled from the trip down here. Was what he was wearing too formal? Too casual? Maybe he should have worn something more colorful. Hold on, was [Name] wearing their hair differently? When did they start wearing that yellow ribbon? It looked nice...should he say something? What was that new leather pouch on their belt, did someone give them that? Why all these changes? Are they seeing someone? Well it would be fine if they were...considering they were just friends. Right, they were friends— Wait a moment, did they just ask if he was dating Urbosa??

The Gerudo Champion, ever quick to regain her composure, was the first to respond. “Unfortunately, no. I’m afraid I’m a bit out of the Rito Champions league. We were talking about something else.”

The slight tension in [Name]’s shoulders relaxed, just barely noticeable. They chuckled, setting down the stews. “Ah-ha, well that’s good. Hylia knows Revali’s much more trouble than he’s worth.”

The Rito in question, who had still been sputtering over the several revelations he had come across over the last few minutes, finally regained the ability to formulate words. “...What? Hey! I’m right here!”

“Oh, sorry about that!” [Name] leaned down to face him, “I didn’t see you there. When you’re sitting down, you’re even shorter than usual! ” To further add to their quip, [Name] booped the tip of his beak with the end of a spoon. The feathers on his neck poofed up from embarrassment, though probably no one but him noticed. After placing napkins and silverware on the table, [Name] gave a deep, exaggerated bow. Their leather pouch hung out, half-open, revealing a few colorful hair ribbons. “Enjoy the meal, and thank you for staying with us, esteemed Champions,” their words were more of a tease towards Revali. “Just holler if you need anything, Revali! I’ll see you...later.” And with that, [Name] strode back outside, the brisk breeze fluttering the edges of their maroon tunic.

Revali’s thoughts were racing. Mainly centered around one word.

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

Urbosa looked at Revali, a twinkle in her eye. “Truly, you are made for each other. They’re the only one I’ve seen with the ability to actually make you shut up.”

Ignoring her comment, the Rito continued to stare at [Name] as she bantered with the other guests and workers outside. Then, he exhaled quickly, muttering comments that would make any mother click their tongue. Attempting to alleviate the tension, Urbosa asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

Quickly rebuilding his walls, Revali let out the usual quip. “You just did, but you have my permission to ask a secondary one.”

“Do you believe they like you back?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, spare me your useless fledgling gossip and prattle. What are you going to do, exchange handwritten love letters between us? Unfold the schoolyard drama? Maybe later we can skip around in circles as we talk about our crushes before bedtime.” 

She rolled her eyes. It might as well be an exercise when around Revali. “How about you answer the question?”

He turned away, looking outside and watching the dancing trees and people. “[Name] and I have been friends for years. I think I’d know if we had mutual feelings.”

Taking a napkin and placing it on her lap. She focused on enjoying her meal. “Oh but you do. You’re both clearly head over heels for each other already. Considering you're already basically dating.”

Turning back to face her, he started sputtering. “Wait, wait. Let’s back up, shall we? If we’re, as you said, basically dating, does that mean they know this? Do...do they already consider me their significant other? Do they know we’re…” he lowered his voice again, gesturing at himself wildly, “...you know.”

Urbosa slurped her stew, but held Revali’s gaze. She enjoyed its warmth and savory smell for several, several, several long seconds, still looking Revali in the eye. He spread his wings, exasperated. “Your condescending stares aren’t improving the situation.” 

Finally, she finished her sip, giving a satisfied sigh. The spicy taste tingled in her mouth. “Mmm. Delicious. [Name]’s cute and a good cook. You have good taste.”

“Did you just make a pun?”

“Pfft, like you haven’t done that before?” Revali responded with a grimace. 

The Rito asked again, “Can you just please take this seriously and help me with all this? You should already be flattered that I’m even bothering to continue this conversation with you. I don’t just babble about [Name] with anyone. So just...tsk...I don’t know, grace me with whatever wisdom you have.”

Urbosa raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Why should I? I’m not your mother or anything…” She flipped her velvet hair and looked away dramatically. Seems the Rito’s personality rubbed off on her.

Revali rolled his eyes, “Are you really going to make me—”

“Yes.” she said bluntly.

“Well, I’m not—”

“Hm?” 

“I said—”

“What?”

“Can you—”

“Yes?”

Revali sat there, eyes narrowed. Seems there was only one way he was gonna get her to talk. Urbosa gave a hearty laugh, her chocolate smooth voice echoing through the room. She kept her eyebrows raised, looking at him expectantly. After letting out another sigh, the Rito grumbled, barely opening his beak. “Can you please help me with all this...” Urbosa cupped a hand around her ear, a smirk plaster on her face. Revali quickened his speech. “...ugh you’re insufferable...considering you are the closest thing to a parental figure in my life and you’re more of an expert in this than I am, please tell me what in the hells I should do about [Name]—THERE! Happy?”

She started chuckling again, laughter must come easy for her. Shooting him a wink, Urbosa mused, “I think that’s satisfactory. Was that so hard?”

“Very.”

She snorted. Leaning back in her seat, she jeered him further. “Alright, maybe I won’t let you crash and burn this cute relationship of yours, considering it’s my responsibility to look out for all the little children in my life.” Revali scoffed.

Before he had the chance to nag her further, Urbosa continued. “So, Revali, from my own expert deductions on your whole,” she moved her spoon towards him in a circular motion, “situation, I’ve concluded that you’re both idiots.” He grumbled and shot daggers at her.

“Thank you. Very helpful.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” she set down her spoon, “Listen close and listen well, Revali. You’re both in the same boat here. [Name] didn’t react that badly at the prospect of you going out with me. However, their eyes immediately lit up when I clarified that you were not, infact, taken.  

“This means that they also don’t realize the obvious fact that you’re dating each other. Yet, they reacted with a hint of jealousy, so there’s no question they’ve got it for you.” Revali shifted in his seat, but allowed her to resume.

“They were completely oblivious to Daruk’s earlier comment about you being cute together. Yet, they’ve continuously made moves that suggest they really like you. Did you see their face when you put your wing around them yesterday?” She sighed. “ Who knows what other signs you’ve both been oblivious to all your lives.” Finally, she leaned forward and pointed a finger at Revali.

“You’re both too lovestruck to see how lovestruck your loves are for you.” Then, she went for her drink, sipping it slowly.

Taking her silence as a cue to speak, he asked softly. “Alright, so what do I do?”

“I don’t know,” was all that came from behind the cup.

He practically squaked again. “What? But? You just? Why—”

She held up a finger to shush him. “The best I can say is that you should probably openly confess so there’s not anymore confusion between you two fools. How, where, and when? Well that’s entirely up to you. Maybe at the party tonight you can whip up something.”

The likelihood of someone like [Name] showing up to a party filled with stuffy nobles, pestering fans, and overall loud people seemed slim. From experience, Revali probably thought [Name] would spend the night in the woods or something, searching for wildflowers. “I can assure you that’s not going to happen.”

Urbosa gave a final shrug. “Well then, good luck.” She went back to eating the rest of her meal.

Revali cast his eyes to the floor, deep in thought. What was he gonna do? 

Several minutes passed, and Urbosa basked in the rare occurance of the Rito Champion's silence. Thoughts and anxieties swarmed his head like bees to a courser honey comb. Then, the wind swept past the curtains and through the stable entrance, fluttering something under Revali’s foot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a feather. It was a familiar deep blue, bordering on indigo, the edges were stroked with white. The color and hue was unmistakable.

Losing one or two happened everyday, sure, but what was peculiar was that this particular feather was that it seemed to be from a fledgling. The white marks faded to grey slightly, indicating the not yet fully formed colors of a young Rito hatchling. 

Tsk. I’ll admit I have youthful looks, but I’m not that young.  

Picking it up off the floor, he studied the stiff end of the feather, he was surprised to find it was decorated. A yellow ribbon was wrapped around its end. At one point, it was a brighter, daffodil like color, but now it had faded with time to a more pastel shade. The color matched well.

Why on earth does someone have my—

Suddenly, Revali stood up, almost flipping the table. “Hey!” Urbosa held the table steady. “Revali? Are you alright?”

Earlier, they were wearing a new leather pouch. It was half open, there were trinkets...ribbons inside.

“Revaaaaaaali?”

When they were joking around, they fake bowed. Did this...did this fall out?

“Are you alright? Where’d you get that feather? Is it yours?”

[Name] kept this? After all this time? That idiot, don’t they know about Rito custom by now? Someone might get the wrong idea.

Or the right idea...GAH! Whywhywhywhywhy—

Breaking his eyes away from the feather, he pushed in his seat and started to leave. “Well, you’ve had your free meal, hope your food was good Urbosa. Now I have to go.” Revali started shuffling out towards the exit, hastily shoving the little feather into his own pocket. “I’ll meet up with you at that idiotic party later. Right now I need to be somewhere.” 

Urbosa started to chuckle. “So, heading out early to your date?” Nearly outside, The Rito abruptly stopped and turned to face her. Her eyebrows were raised in suspicion. “And Urbosa, if you tell anyone at all, and I mean even the slightest whisper in the breeze, about our conversation, I have a bomb arrow nocked and ready for you.” He gave her a death stare, but she just laughed.  

Her chocolatey voice resonated through the air once more, laughter must truly come easy for her. After shooting him a wink, she smiled.

“Good luck, little Rito.”

- - - - - 

Ironic, that the Champion of the sky would frequent the area of his first failure. But, the woods had their own calm and beautiful atmosphere, made all the more pleasant when he and [Name] would hang out here through their childhood. Revali knew these trees all too well, from when he first crashed into them as a child to when he practiced his archery in the time before the Flight Range was built.

Walking along the dirt path, he spotted them up ahead. Their secret spot wasn’t that secluded, it was by a small grassy clearing within the forest. Tall pine trees swayed in the wind, the setting sunlight was cut apart by the shifting shadows. The rose, orange, and yellow light coated the sky and shimmered through the branches. The bushes during this time of year held small buds, some had already bloomed into more colorful yellow flowers, although most were still a young green. Kneeling on the ground [Name] was shuffling through a leather pouch, spilling the contents on the ground and searching for something among the mess. A few hair ribbons, a spare quill, a comb, empty elixir bottles, and other junk cluttered the forest floor. Sensing a presence behind them, [Name] spun around to find Revali, standing there with his wings folded behind his back. 

“I don’t suppose all that is to help the fertility of the forest?”

[Name] rubbed the back of their neck, brushing aside their hair, embarrassed. “No, I was just...organizing my things.” Trying to move the conversation away from that, they asked, “So, how’ve you been, Master Revali?” 

The Rito brushed his wings against the pocket on his side, where a certain item was tucked away. Tilting his head, he innocently asked, “Are you sure you weren't looking for something just now? We both know you have a habit of being terribly irresponsible.”

[Name] started to formulate an excuse at the tip of their tongue, but one glance at Revali’s expression told them it would be useless. “Alright, fine. Yeah, I lost something, but I’ll find it later. We don’t need to worry about it right now. Why don’t—”

“What did you lose?” He didn’t mean to come off so blunt, but he needed to know. He wanted to be sure. He needed to remove any doubts from his mind. [Name] gave a hasty shrug.

“Uh, just an old trinket. It’s nothing, really. It’s just this dumb thing I had as a kid—”

“So what is it?”

“Nothing! OK? You don’t need to push it, there’s no need to concern yourself with it…” their voice trailed off.

“Was it blue?”

Both their hearts stopped. [Name] suddenly looked up into Revali’s eyes. The looks they both gave each other confirmed their wordless questions. Letting the silence fall a bit longer, [Name] finally dared to whisper.

“How did you...?”

He reached for his pocket. He meant to do this confidently, to swoop in and present it with flair. Perhaps say a quip like “Aha! Of course you kept this. My feathers are of the most dazzling color and quality after all!” Yet, no words escaped his beak. He held out his feather, the pale yellow ribbon hung lazily in the wind. He held it out in front of him, his usual confidence left him. No need to get my hopes up early, just please tell me, if it’s true.

The feather stood between them, shifting back old memories. The sounds were only that of the forest. Crickets softly chirped, and the wind danced through the trees. The sunset trickled through the leaves. Revali let out a cough.

“Ah, well....I believe you left this at our table.” 

Neither of them made a move. [Name] was just standing there, bewildered, their gaze constantly shifting between Revali and the feather. They rubbed their boot on the ground awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Finally, the Rito started to speak again.

“Did you know—”

“Yeah,” they said. “Yes...I’ve known about the whole Rito culture thing since when we were kids. You exchange feathers to show that a piece of you is bound to that person for eternity. Then you can, like, braid it into their hair or something? You only do it with your soulmate, or significant other, or whatever the proper terminology is.” Memories started to stir in the back of Revali’s mind, but they continued, waving their hands in front of them in surrender. “I mean, when I first asked you for it, I had no idea about the custom. I just thought it looked nice,” they rubbed the back of their neck, their cheeks rosening. “When I got back to the stable, some elderly guy told me about it. But I didn’t have the heart to throw it away or anything. I just kept it under the floorboards so no one would find it. 

“Ah, but tonight there were so many people, plus the Champions… I thought it would be safer on me.” They gestured to Revali, “And, of course, I was wrong, haha….” They let their shoulders slump. “Goddess above, I’m sorry, this is so weird huh. I didn't want to tell you in case you...took it back. I probably should have, I don’t have the right to keep something that should be sentimental...but…”

Their voice trailed off. Revali continued to say nothing. Taking this as a cue to say something more, [Name] added, “I’m sorry, obviously when we were kids you didn’t mean anything that way. I should have told you sooner.” 

His heart was racing. Well, both of their hearts were. Taking in their words, Revali could feel his stomach start to flutter, the winds played with the end of his braids. Still holding the feather in front of him, he extended it towards them shakily. “Well, take it. It’s yours.”

They looked up from the ground in shock. “R-Revali! Don’t feel obligated to do anything just because I—”

“And there’s a comb among the junk you’ve littered on the forest floor, correct?”

They took a step back. “Wait, wait. Does this mean you—”

He suddenly took their arm and twirled them around, facing them away from him. “Yes, now sit down already. I’m not gonna do this standing.”

His feathers were poofed out, from the mixed emotions of pride, embarrassment, and adoration. Plopping [Name] in the grass, he went over and picked out the wooden comb among their belongings. 

Seeing [Name] about to churn out more excuses and questions, he held up his wing to shush them. “Shut up will you? This is long overdue.” He sat down behind them, the grass prickling against his feet. Revali started to carefully undo the yellow ribbons in [Name]’s hair. Softly, they asked “So for you, how long? When we were kids? Teens?”

“A while,” he simply stated. “It just took me some time to really accept it I suppose.” Silence overtook them once more, though its atmosphere was much more pleasant and warm. Parting their hair into sections, Revali started to lighten the mood with a quip.

“Did you know we’ve already been dating over the last few years?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, you’re pretty much an idiot for not seeing it. I mean, all those times we’ve been in each others’ company. I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without realizing.”

They laughed. “Maybe the idiot Rito I’ve been hanging out with rubbed off on me.”

“Maybe.”

Finally, he placed the feather within their hair. After braiding it halfway, he twisted the yellow ribbon with it, and finished off the braid. The colors of his feather and the ribbon matched perfectly.

“Is it done?”

Before he could give an answer, [Name] brushed their hand against their hair. They both sat there, in the grass, for another eternity. Suddenly, [Name] turned around, and planted their lips on his beak. After releasing him, they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. “Heh, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” they mused. “What’s with the look? Should I enlighten you on the Hylian custom then?”

His feathers were now fluffed up mainly from embarrassment, but he regained his composure at their smile. “I’m quite aware of what a kiss is. It’s just that Rito have something better.”

Revali wrapped his wing around the back of their head, moving it gently towards his. Pressing their foreheads against each other, they both smiled, half flustered. His soft face tickled their skin, but they smiled for more reasons than that.

“This works too.”

“Of course, I’m an expert at this sort of thing.”

A beat, and then they both laughed. The sun was almost completely swallowed by the horizon . The Rito Champion was probably going to miss the party, but it didn’t matter. He was busy with more important matters, anyhow.

[justcallmenikki7]

Min Yoongi & Park Jimin: BTS!Twilight!Au HeadCanon

Summary: here is a glimpse at the beta and the epsilon of the pack!

Warnings: mentions of insecurities/eating disorders, depression, anxiety, FLUFF, POLY if that is still being considered as a warning along with mxm, fluffffff, my bad writing

W.C.: 1.4k

Notes: so i basically worked on this when i had breaks at work, so it might be a little confusing and jumped around, but i know. i will be going back and fixing this whenever i have time and after writing the one shot. SHOUT OUT TO @minniepetals​ for being a BIGG motivator for me during this long dry spell or writing. she is amazing and i cannot thank her enough for reassuring me and working with me. i know that i have been slacking with writing (hate work) but trust me, i am writing. my life has been too hectic lately and i am wanting this series to be amazing. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Masterlist

·   Both Yoongi and Jimin are lonely

·   But different type of lonely

·   First off – Yoongi

·   To sum it up – Yoongi comes from a broken family where his mom died from brain cancer and his father turned into an alcoholic after her death

·   Yoongi was four at the time

·   Growing up motherless and with an alcoholic father – he became very angry at the world and hated almost everyone

·   In school he’s known as the quiet, but angry kid because of outbursts he has when people push him to far (which doesn’t take a lot from him)

·   But the one person who didn’t push him to far was jimin

·   Jimin bonds with Yoongi on a personal level, and he is very fond of the fairy like boy

·   They met in sociology

·   Btw yoongi is 26

·   I will get to the age thing when I talk about jimin – so one second

·   So yes, he graduated from high school and was trying to live a life of his own, which backfired on him due to turning.

·   Speaking of turning

·   When he turned, he cut all ties with Jimin after this – which hurts both of them

·   But let’s take a look at Jimin’s life

·   So Jimin comes from what others would call a ‘perfect family’

·   Jimin can admit that his family can be considered perfect

·   But jimin does not feel as if that he belongs in his family

·   Coming from a family that is very successful and considered to be ‘perfect’ jimin feels very pressured

·   Everyone has high expectations for Jimin so Jimin always puts a fake smile on and does everything in his power to please

·   From this, he becomes severely insecure and develops depression and an eating disorder

·   When Jimin was a Junior in high school and Yoongi was a senior, they both have sociology and they sat next to each other

·   Que love at first sight

·   Truthfully the both of them did not know what it was, but they know that there is this c e r t a i n bond between them

·   So when Yoongi became distant towards jimin, Jimin becomes very depressed and closed himself off

By the way, Jimin is now out of high school and so is Yoongi

They’re both in college with the pack*

But when they accidentally ran into each other when they both were in the woods, Yoongi felt something weird, the weird that Namjoon explained when he first met his imprint

It clicked to him and then 

BAM

Yoongi imprinted on Jimin and they have reunited 

I am going to give a more insider on this in a seperate one shot 

But just know that this was a very cautious beginning for the two of them because of Jimin’s insecurities and Yoongi’s change.

Eventually, mainly a month later Jimin changed and that cleared things up for the two

Wolf Descriptions

Yoongi is the beta of the pack and is badass

When Yoongi changed, Namjoon really helped Yoongi by calming him down and reassuring him that everything’s fine

Form the first meeting, Yoongi felt a connection (alpha and pack one) to Namjoon and found a fondness and closeness to the alpha

Like in Jungkooks one shot, Yoongi indeed does have an all black coat that allows him to blend into the night to the point even those who have the greatest eyesight cannot even see him

Yoongi jokes about how his fur coat represents how he has no feelings or soul 

Yoongi’s Wolf is also his best friend (like how it’ll be for every member) 

But his wolf helps him cope better because his wolf Dagny, helps Yoongi stop and take a breath kind of deal

But if the situation is where either both Jimin and you (imprint) are threatened or harmed, or anything in that aspect, better pray for that person because Yoongi is similar to Paul in this area - there’s literally no way to get Yoongi calmed unless it’s either his imprint or Jimin coaxing him. 

As for Jimin - Sereperindity vibezzzzz - fur color = blonde.

Jimin’s Wolf is actually kind of smaller than everyone else’s

To a human he seems gigantic but when he’s in wolf form standing next to everyone else he has a smaller frame

But one thing that comes out of this is that he is able to maneuver through trees and is a lot quicker 

Just like everyone else, Jimin’s Wolf is his safety and his wolfs name is Neon

Whenever he is feeling emotional or insecure he turns into his wolf so he is able to cope and talk to someone 

Even tho he has you and yoongi, his bond with his wolf is something that both you and Yoongi can’t have with jimin

Okie that sounded harsh, but ya know what I mean?

Thankfully both you and Yoongi understand this and aren’t jealous of it and are actually happy for Jimin to have someone to turn too and have a good coping mechanism. 

Imprint:

Okay, FYI - everything is still based in college (I think I forgot to mention that)

So, Yoongi and Jimin are both in the same classes (Yoongi actually went behind Jimin’s back when he enrolled because he wanted to be in every class with Jimin).

Jimin wasn’t thrilled but he couldn’t deny his fluttering heart at this

But y’all meet in Developmental Psychology on the first day

I wanna be cliche hehe

But you ran into both Jimin and Yoongi as you were turning a corner which led to the class

You heard a growl *damnit yoongi* which scares you into a stuttering mess

And as you looked into Jimins eyes, 

BAM

imprint

Yoongi also felt this too because of the bond 

Que guilty Yoongi and Dagny

But you did feel something but you were severely intimidated by the two BTS members so you ran off

Both Jimin and Yoongi wanted to chase after you but they both also didn’t want to force the bond onto you

So being causal, they both sat by you 

They totally did not sniff the air for you backpack (lmaoooooo)

So when you found out that they were sitting by you, you definitely tried to move seats but with your luck, they both glared at anyone to the point where those would put their bags in the seat next to them

You sighed, which made them feel bad because they could feel the anxiety you radiated, but eventually you gave in and sat down

They totally feel really bad

During the lecture they stared at you to the point you snapped 

“Can you please stop staring at me, I’m trying to concentrate.”

You were shocked from how they listened to you automatically 

You apologized for sounding rude - you just want to focus on your studies

After class they asked to talk to you

Talking meaning Jimin rambling to you while Yoongi is quietly staring at you adoringly 

Basically all you could comprehend is jimin asking to be friends 

To which you agreed 

Okay I’m trying to save everything for the one shot

Anyways

You balance both Jimin and Yoongi due to their insecurities and their demons

You’re the reason why they now wake up everyday 

1 because they want to make you happy

And 2 - you make them want to wake up

Of course they both felt like this before they found you

But they now have another reason , and also because the thought of you finding someone else haunts them

You CONSTANTLY have to remind that YOU LOVE THEM!!

Also that you’re their damn imprint and that you could never, couldn’t want to love anyone else like you love them

They also don’t realize how much they help you 

Especially by when your anxiety gets bad

They’re the only outlets you have when it comes to your anxiety 

Sometimes you do feel like you came crashing into their life and interrupted the relationship and you do sometimes feel like you’re left out

Once those two found about those feelings

Love ….. you sure were attacked by reassurances and love by them

You truly don’t realize how much you help them

It’s so disgustingly fluff that the pack sometimes feel like they’re watching a Hallmark movie lmao

It’s so cute

So in all - you complete them and they complete you. 

It’s a balanced relationship with open communication and help/love

No one is left out and no one feels alone

I want to be in a poly relationship with Jimin and Yoongi :(

[iwovhaikyuu]

Sugawara Koushi x Reader: Disney

So this is the first fanfic of this blog and I hope you guys like it.

Description: Sugawara is now older and married to the reader AND expecting a baby. Since you guys are Disney fans you both go out and go shopping for the baby making sure most of the things are Disney related. After all that hard work Suga calms you and the baby down.

Inspired by Sugawara singing uwu (bless his voice)

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You and Sugawara LOVED Disney. From the movies to the park (which is now a tradition to go every Christmas ever since you two got married) to the songs. Especially the songs. You two would always sing and dance together when one comes on while watching a movie or while making dinner you two would listen to a playlist and sing a bit as you two cook.

But now that you two are expecting a baby girl (which Suga littlerly cried when he found out) you would do almost nothing but watch anything Disney related. From classic black and white cartoons to the new movies with him while eating treats and sing with him.

Right now you are now about 6 months into the pregnancy and you two decided to go shopping things for little your ray of sunshine that's going to be coming soon. You do already have so much from the team members from giving you guys endless amounts of gifts. Especially Shoyo (aka the god father) and Dachi (the babysitter). But you two wanted to go and buy some things for her yourselves.

"(Y/n) are you ready? I hope we can find some cute bow for her. Like Minnie's," Suga says while driving to the store sounding extremely happy.

"Koushi, she already has so many bows. I'm sure at least one of them looks like the one Minnie wears" You giggles a bit at his cuteness.

" I know I just mean like bows that we picked out. I want to get her some things. It's not my fault the team is handing us so many things" he chuckles and parks the car and walks to go open the door for you.

You give him a nice smile and gets out the car taking his hand that he held out for you. "I understand. Just don't go too crazy on the Disney things. Especially The Little Mermaid things" You had point out knowing he's going to probably take anything with Ariel on it.

"Okay okay I promise I won't go crazy. Now let's go shopping" he smiles and walks with you inside really excited to look at things with you.

Soon you two get to the baby section and start looking at things with each other smiling and having a good time while picking a few things for her.

"Oh! Oh! (Y/n) how about this one?" Suga shows you a little baby dress saying 'Daddy's Little Princess' with Aurora next to it. "Do you think we can get it?" He asks you you with a warm smile on his face.

"Of course honey. I'm sure she would like it a lot." You tell him and watch his eyes sparkle as he goes put the dress in the cart along with the other things you two picked out. "Alright sweetie I think that should be enough for the baby. Let's go pay then get home" you tell him earning a nod.

After paying and getting home you and Suga go put the babies things away with all her other things while of course having a good time and listing to that playlist you two made and dance a bit to the beats while singing to each other a bit.

~soon~

After finishing everything and moving a few things here and there you go to the front room and sit on the couch while letting Suga cook (even thought you told him you could cook but he insisted) you layed back and watch your guy's favorite movie. The Little Mermaid.

"Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?" Suga came in the room asking.

"Oh I'm alright. Just watching a movie" he smile while gently rubbing your stomach. As you do you feel a little kick causing you to smile a lot. "Koushi, come quick! The baby is kicking" You say having Suga come over and sit down next to you and placing a hand gently on your stomach feeling the pressure of the small kicks.

"Awe how cute. She seems so angry" He chuckles slightly feeling her kicks. Slowly he lays down onto your stomach and rubbing it as he starts to sing along with the movie.

"The seaweed is always greener" He started singing with a dorky smile. As he keeps singing he begins to have a bit of fun adding laughs and yahoos with the song causing you giggle a bit and slightly tear up from how cute and amazing his voice is. How voice never fails to make you smile a lot.

"Under the sea" he finishes with a small laugh and looks up at you. "I hope our baby girl will love Disney too" he says sitting up.

"I'm sure she will. Plus, I bet she will love going to Disneyland with us when we go" You smile and peck his lips. Suddenly you smell something burning. "Koushi, you forgot the food!"

"Ah fu-" He goes running to the kitchen to see his food is basically charred and sighs "I guess we're having pizza for dinner" he looks over at you seeing you nod.

In the end you two ate pizza while watching Disney movies into the early hours of the morning.

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Hey it's Heydi and well I hope you like it. It has been many months since I wrote a fanfic so I'm sorry if it's a bit confusing or something.

Also if you guys haven't heard the song well here it is

https://youtu.be/xWZg1SehA7g

It really is adorable and I can't stop smiling when I hear it.

Anyways I really hope you liked the story. I want to thank Sam for editing and over all be save, stay hydrated, wear a mask and Love yourselves.

Okie Bai!!!!!!

(U n d e r D a i c h i ~Sam)

[softyoongiionly]

안 녕 could you please ship me👋🏾 I am 5'3, brown skin and like to keep my hair in braids. I have been described and stubborn when i set my mind on something and sometimes hot headed but other than that im sweet as candy, i can be distant at time (i dont want to but it just happens) i care deeply (maybe too much for my own good) about those im close to and i am quite introverted. I hope i put enough detail hehe thank youuu And stay safe during quarantine ♥️🌹

안 녕!!!

Okie dokie so I’m going to ship you with...

Paradise! Jimin

Here’s why: soooo we all know Jimin is a walking contradiction. He’s literally the sweetest in the whole world but he definitely has a tougher side. I think you guys would compliment eachother so well. He’d understand your stubbornness and your temper but, he’d love your soft side too. He would know exactly how to make you smile when you’re feeling down. Low key, he’d be into your hot headedness sometimes too. You two would laugh a lot together and, he’d never let you wonder how he feels about you.

🌸send me a description of yourself and I’ll ship you with one of my characters (18+only plz)🌸

[yokasaris]

Prompt #30- Darkness

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Hosted by @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast --Yx’Maja-- Sigun Sul called the forest 'The Dark' to emphasize the fact that it was their home as well as his. Even with the Light gone, the description was more than apt. Moonlight struggled to breach the highest branches, let alone reach the ground. Luckily, his eyes were well suited to the darkness.

Rae-Hann stood watch over the passage to the ruins. If Wren were to return, he would have to pass near here if he wished to avoid the village and its pests. The mystel settled a hand over the broken woven bracelet he had tied to his staff. Time was running out.

--Gridania--

Rekhad's foster family had set a lantern on the back stoop for them despite the fact that they could see perfectly well at night. Well, Rekhad could. Zhan'a needed his night-vision goggles, but that was beside the point.

"Kas'a... ain't coming." Rekhad fell back onto the first step, hugging her knees to her chest. "I thought he would help."

"I told you once I would be willing to find your mother for you, and I stand by that. Don't worry about Kas'a." Zhan'a himself could hardly believe that his nephew had refused this request for aid. However, this had been the first time in a long time that he had spoken with the kit without Kas'a drawing a weapon on him. Something was definitely different, and Zhan'a hoped that it was a good sort of different. Maybe that was the only reason he had let the kid go.

None of that meant anything to Rekhad. When a tiny sniff gave her away, she buried her face in her hands.

Zhan'a sat beside her, pushing his goggles up to his forehead. With the lantern's light, he could still see his niece if nothing else. "Look at me, kit. I'll do everything I can to find her, I promise. I know someone who probably knew her better than most in the years before she disappeared." Rekhad wouldn't understand how difficult it would be for him to ask for help from Karaan of all people.

Rekhad looked to him from between her fingers. “Okie," is all she said.

He still didn't approve of her returning to the Whitewings, especially with Sahzi poised to become matriarch soon. There was something changing in the forest, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what. If only he had the time to dig further into the situation. For now, he had done what he had set out to do. He had a year to find Kas, and for the moment it was time to move on to the next crisis.

--Thanalan--

On the road, Kas'a let Elli talk, as he usually did. She liked to talk, and he was pretty good at listening, he thought. It also gave him the chance to keep an eye on their surroundings. Until they were safely in Tinolqa, anything could happen.

Elli was different now. He had a pretty good idea why, though. There was a bit of darkness in everyone, after all, and he had awoken hers. He just hadn't expected it to be quite so dangerous.

Everyone thought he was stupid. Sahzi, Waes, Zhan'a, Hunt. Maybe he was, a bit, but he was damned sure that he was going to see this through his way. Not theirs.

[calamity-bean]

How do you feel about the promo for the finale? Personally, I don't think it revealed anything except maybe that Laura and Shadow will finally part ways and accept the truth that they aren't meant to be. But other than that, nothing. No status on Sweeney except that he is still dead (with Laura over him). Hopefully, they are doing this on purpose, because I feel like if he were gone for good, more of the promo would have been focused on him just being dead. Or not show him at all.

This got a bit long, so I’m putting it under a cut for length as much as for spoilers. Analysis of the preview for 2.08 below, regarding the fate of Mad Sweeney as well as other aspects!

Yeah, as regards Sweeney, I don’t think the promo told us much that we didn’t already know (i.e., he dead, and Laura’s gonna get to the funeral parlor and find out about it). The shot of Laura just standing there looking at the pool of blood… :( The one glimpse of Sweeney we got is a bit interesting, imo, because we can see that he’s been moved to the morgue and is lying on a mortuary table: 

If Sweeney’s gone for good, I’d expect them to hold some sort of wake or funeral for him and presumably to clean him up for that… But in the season promo shot of Laura carrying him down the road, we can see that he’s still wearing the same outfit, bloodstains on his jacket and all. Presumably this means she body-snatches him before any further funerary preparations can be made. Why do that unless she refuses to accept his death?

I do expect him to remain dead for the whole episode, unfortunately, and for at least part of season 3 as well. But, as I’ve been doing for the past couple weeks, I’m clinging hopefully to the idea that Laura’s not gonna let this stand.

And YEAH, I’m actually really excited to see this little cemetery conversation between Shadow and Laura! I’m too sleepy to go looking for it now, but I’m pretty sure there was an interview where someone (Emily?) mentioned something about Shadow and Laura getting closure this season, as well as some other interviews mentioning that Laura’s arc this season is about finding a purpose outside Shadow. Personally, I don’t want Laura to stop caring about Shadow, nor Shadow about her… But I think the show has made it clear, especially this season, that their romantic relationship was built on a very faulty foundation in the first place and cannot be repaired, especially now that so much development has gone into Laura’s individual arc and relationship with Sweeney. Both Laura and Shadow need closure if they’re ever going to move on — to other romantic interests or just in general. 

The one thing about that part of the promo that made me groan a bit was that — at least by the way the footage is edited— it SEEMS to suggest that Shadow saying “I don’t believe you” is in response to Laura telling him Wednesday’s to blame for everything. Which, if so, is a bit frustrating to me, because I’d hoped that the things Sweeney told him during their fight would have more of an impact on Shadow’s opinion of Wednesday! I mean, you’d think he’d care that Wednesday straight-up had his wife murdered in order to get to him, yeah? But my initial interpretation of that dialogue may not be how the conversation actually goes anyway; promos can be edited in such a way that the flow of dialogue isn’t what it seems. So I’m not gonna dwell on that too much yet.

There’s another aspect of the promo that intrigues me, but it involves discussing spoilers from the novel. The BIG kind of spoilers. If you don’t want to read about that, go ahead and stop here.

Ready? Okie dokie, major spoilers from the novel below!

“Shadow’s ignorance gives them power,” Anansi tells Ibis, right after a title card that reads “A REVELATION.” Now, when I think of Shadow and revelations, there’s one big one that immediately springs to mind. Over the course of this season, we’ve watched Shadow come to understand that Wednesday didn’t choose him at random — he has some sort of significance to Wednesday, some sort of value. We also got the flashbacks of Shadow’s mother (discussing the “light” she gave him) and of Donar/Thor, whom Wednesday directly compares to Shadow. All of which, of course, foreshadows the eventual revelation that Shadow is Wednesday’s son, Baldr, who shines with light as from within. I can’t remember exactly at what point in the novel Shadow learns that, though it’s certainly later than this… But all this talk of Shadow’s ignorance, and all this foreshadowing, makes me wonder whether the show might be moving that little plot twist up?

The problem with that, of course, is that I don’t know why Anansi and/or Ibis would know this. Perhaps Anansi is simply referring, more generally, to Shadow’s ignorance about the world of the gods.

Another potential event that occurred to me as I watched the trailer — and again, this would be happening a lot sooner than it did in the novel — is maybe more of a stretch… But the IMDb description says that Wednesday has disappeared, so from the promo I’m guessing that we’ll be seeing him but that he’ll be separated from Shadow and company. Then there’s this shot of what appears to be a sniper:

Is it possible that the show could already be getting to Wednesday’s assassination…? That would be moving things up by a whole part of the novel, and it would be a LOT to pack two major character deaths into the final two episodes of a season, so maybe it’s unlikely. Still, I can’t help but wonder. Either of these two possibilities would profoundly impact the flow of Shadow’s arc, that’s for sure.

[espship18]

Kpop ship for Anon

Hey everyone! Okay so, after a crazy week, I was finally able to finish a ship! This ship is for an anon who didn’t give themselves a name, so anon, I hope you recognize your description and you enjoy! 

Based off of your request, I learned these things about you: 

You’re 5′2 with short brown hair and big brown eyes 

You’re also half Saudi and half Morocan 

You’re artistic 

You like to try different fashion styles- and most fashionable among your friends

You’re described as friendly and you also enjoy volunteering me too!

Some hobbies of yours: drawing, reading, playing video games, and shopping

It takes a lot for you to get mad, but when you do-watch out 

You’re also an Aquarius OMG ME TOO 

And you’re also very smart

And in your request, you asked to be shipped with BTS, NCT, and Stray Kids! This is my first Stray Kids ship as well! Let’s do this ^^

BTS: Taehyung

Alrighty, you two are smol bean who want to giggle, love, and spread love around the world. And by the way, Taehyung would be completely head over heels for you, so keep that in mind. I’m not saying he would be that guy that would circle his life ENITRELY around you, but you are a big part in his life, so you are in top priorities. In this ship, I think Taehyung would be drawn to you almost instantly. If looks could kill, imagine what happens to him when he learns more about you. Taehyung would admire your short hair, let’s just put that out there to the world. He would love to play with your hair, twirling the little strands in his fingers, and you also look really good with short hair, so, he can’t resist. Taehyung would also love that you’re super personable, humble, and down to earth as well. I think your humbleness would be Taehyung’s favorite thing about you. There’s something about when a person is humble that makes them so irresistible and Taehyung is our humble king, so like yeah, he needs a queen(or king if you identify differently) sooooooo… (: Moving right along, Taehyung would be the best boyfriend ever. Again, laying out the facts here, but you’ll understand why. You’re forever showered in affection, he’s 110% honest with you, he’s the best listener, he’s sympathetic, you name is, Tae’s it. He’s just a whole package deal bro. I can see honesty being a big part in your relationship bc without trust, you can’t have a relationship, especially since Tae is a world wide known celebrity. Of course there are other factors about relationships that are extremely important, but if Tae isn’t honest with you for certain parts while he’s gone, you can’t trust him ya know? But you never have to worry about a thing. A penny for a thought, I think he would admire your skill and love for video games. He would love to see you light up about a certain update and he would love to buy you merch from your fav games. Date night is crazy and spontaneous, it’s Taehyung. I wanna touch on this bc this is perfect: fashionpassion. We all know Tae is a fashion icon, but you two would experiment so much with your styles and you both enjoy dressing each other as well Couples outfits or matching outfits are a must, how can you not do that? Lastly, PDA. Taehyung is a puppy/bear hybrid ball of fluff, so he’s always wanting hugs and kisses. He enjoys latching himself around you so he can get your love. You don't mind it, it’s quite cute and you also find it endearing because Tae isn’t afraid to be needy. Lastly, kisses all over. Soft peck and cheek kisses. Imagine Tae’s soft lips pecking yours- ahh, I’m jealous. 

NCT: Yuta 

The world is your oyster. That was the first thing I thought of when I made this ship decision. You and Yuta would have the best friend lover sort of love and you’re both spontaneous and enjoy life in the moment. I wanna emphasize spontaneous because you two get and go and you two are very much in love, so buckle up. Also, just because Yuta is very mischievous and stubborn- don’ t let that fool you. Yuta would be a needy boyfriend. He’d enjoy having you around, knowing you’re close, it’d help him stay calm. And Yuta is also not afraid to show that he is needy for you. It doesn’t matter if he’s voicing his need to you in front of the boys or on a V-Live to the fans, if he misses you, he’ll be like ‘yeAAAHHH, I miss Y/n.’ You would also serve as his rock as well. I really like to think you’re down to earth and chill, and that’s what Yuta would need. He would also need someone who’s understanding and a good listener, and you fit that description perfectly. Yuta would always have a safe place to go to and he’s extremely soft when he’s around you. He would have the cute little habit of asking you questions like ‘you still love me right?’ or ‘where do you see ourselves in the future?’ and he also likes to share his grievances when it comes to work. He always asks you if he can vent though, but like, of course you will listen to him. Moving right along, when you and Yuta aren’t soft and cozy at home, you two are wilder than bucks. You would always tag along with Yuta when he would go out with the boys, and sometimes you would even get to travel with them. You love going because you get to see your love do what he loves, and you also get loads of inspiration from the places you go and you’re nearly in a state of euphoria every time you travel. And keep in mind, you’re gonna have Yuta wanting you to participate in activities with the boys, and of course sometimes the boys want you on their team against Yuta. You don’t mind it, a good game of friendly competition, right? I just thought of a cute concept: you two and cartoons. I’m very sure that Yuta would always want you to watch cartoons with him. It would be a cute little tradition/date night thing where you two get some food and snuggle up maybe sometimes making a blanket fort and you binge cartoons. Another thing I can see you two doing is when Yuta is home resting, he’s asleep in your lap and you’re reading a book playing with this hair. PDA is also very needy. His favorite thing to do is give you back hugs, back hugs for days. Super soft hand holding with his thumb rubbing yours, and forehead pecks. WOWO THIS GOT SUEPR SOFT I’M DED.

Stray Kids: Minho 

Oki doki, here we are, in my very first Stray Kids ship, I hope I do them justice. Okay so, you and Minho are super soft cat parents and I am deceased because of it. To the public eye, you two are sort of shy and a quiet couple, but in reality, you and Minho are happy go lucky babes who are giggle and goofy. Straight up, Minho would be your saving grace. If you ever need any sort of pick me up, I can grantee you that Minho will save the day. Whether you are sad, or mad, or frustrating about something, you can count on Minho to do something cute and goofy and you’ll be smiling from ear to ear, not knowing what you were upset about five seconds ago. I can also see Minho bringing out your more extroverted side, so if you two are in public, don't be surprised if you two do something goofy and you’re trending on Instagram for being #couplegoals. You two would go out a lot, sometimes for date nights, most of the time not, and you two love to go out and have an adventure. You two would shop a lot, Minho getting kitty toys for the babies and you get to pamper yourself, although it’s normally Minho doing the pampering. You two get matching outfits sometimes too. The outfits are never identical, but the color ways would be similar and the outfits would compliment each other and you’d look super cute. Again, you two just have that much power that if you wore matching outfits, the internet would lose its shit. Moving right along, you and Minho both have your share of staying in at home. He’s got the three little babies at home he has to take care of, and since he’s super busy with Stray Kids, he would take every opportunity to spend time with his babies as much as he can. You love seeing him with his babies, it’s a softer side of Minho we don’t get to see enough. So like, we count on you to give us that soft content, hah. Playing around with video games is also a must as well, again, friendly competition is always cute and fun. FOOD. DATE NIGHT AND FOOD. LISTEN. Grocery store adventures are one thing, and the main entrée hah, get it?: the cooking process is even more fun. Recipe testing is also a MUST MUST MUST. Sometimes when the recipe fails, you two end up having more fun and more laughs. Sometimes there is a grease fire-- but no blood no foul. But of course you two would find some holy grails and you’d make some bombass foods for dinner/date night. And we can’t forget Jisung- he’s almost your worst enemy. You two lowkey bicker over how much bff and S/o time Minho should get, and Minho just lays back on the couch and chuckles bc you two get so frustrated so easy with each other. Lastly PDA, soft and clingy, both giving and receiving. You both enjoy a lot of hand holding, you like for him to hug you constantly, and he loves to whine and get as many kisses from you as he can. (: 

~STA

[astarryon]

Hard Feelings Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mild sexual content?? Nothing is very descriptive, it’s just a bit more PG 13 than usual this time around

A/N: Okie dokie folks, here we are! I apologize in advance for... well you’ll see when you read it! (I’m not actually sorry lmao). As always, if you have any questions or comments, feel free to send them my way! You guys know I live for feedback! I hope you enjoy this one!

Part 8

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“Steve?” Bucky called, knocking once on his best friend’s door before pushing it open. He was slightly out of breath, and did his best to return his breathing patterns to normal. Bucky really ought to have showered before coming up to Steve’s room, but he’d been so deep in thought during his personal workout that he hadn’t bothered giving it a second thought. There was too much bouncing around in his head right now, and that was dangerous; it meant his guard was down. It meant he was emotional.

Steve looked up from his closet, where he’d been in the middle of pulling out shirts and deliberating which one he should wear. “Hey, Buck. Have a good session?”

Bucky didn’t answer, his gaze immediately drawn to the shirt Steve grasped in his hands. It was a nice one; a collared, long sleeved button up, the same shade of blue as Steve’s eyes. This gave Bucky pause, and prompted him to gesture to the garment his friend was holding in his hand. “What’s the occasion?”

The look Steve offered Bucky in response was comically disbelieving. “It’s Valentine’s Day, remember?” He hadn’t, truth be told. Days tended to blur together when Bucky was less than content, and it was no secret that, as of late, his mind had been more than a little troubled. “Wanda and I have our annual hate date tonight.”

Now there was one dynamic which baffled Bucky to an even greater extent than the hesitant dance that you and him were currently engaged in. Wanda and Steve had been going on these so called ‘hate dates’ for years. They weren’t actual dates, according to Steve — they were just a way for Steve and Wanda to spend time together, eat dinner, and make fun of all the actual couples who were taking Valentines Day seriously. It definitely sounded like an actual date to Bucky, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to comment on the situation, and especially not now.

“Right,” Bucky entertained his friend, unwilling to tease Steve about his plans lest he choose not to help him as a result. Then Bucky would have to turn to Sam for advice, and Bucky was pretty sure he’d rather implode. “Okay, well I won’t take up too much of your time, then. I just... I have something I wanted to ask you about.”

“Well, please step into my office,” Steve chuckled, extending a hand to invite Bucky further into his room. “What’s up, man?”

He stepped further into the room and settled down onto Steve’s bed, stalling for time with each step he took. Bucky still wasn’t... the best at asking for help or expressing himself. He hated it, truth be told, because it was difficult. It was part of why he’d been avoiding you for these past few weeks; Bucky wanted to talk to you, to ask you to confirm for him if what he felt was what he thought he did, but he was much too frightened of the answer he would receive. To put himself out there like that, to open himself up to... well. He could think about that later. If he couldn’t even be open with his best friend, how could he expect to be open with you?

Bucky shook his head at himself and sighed, looking up at Steve with what he was sure could be classified as resignation. “I just need... I mean, I just...” He was meant to be breathing right now, he was pretty sure. That’s what you had been encouraging him to do during your therapy sessions, since he wasn’t currently allowing you access to his exact emotions.

You just have to breathe, you had told him. When you’re apprehensive, or angry, or sad, or afraid. All you can do is breathe.

So that was what he did, breathed in and out until his anxiety passed and he felt better enough to ask Steve what he wanted to. He wondered if you would be proud of him for remembering his technique; he sort of hated himself for isolating you all these weeks, because it meant he wasn’t able to ask.

Clearing his throat and pointedly looking at the floor, Bucky forced himself to speak. “I just was wondering... back in the thirties, when I was... when I was normal. I talked to you about girls, right? When I liked them?”

Steve thought a moment, processing the information before answering Bucky with an inclination of his head. “Yeah, Buck, all the time. You weren’t super shy about that sort of thing.”

“Okay,” Bucky mumbled, licking the information into his mind. He was sure he could remember as much, but his natural life had been so long ago; many of those memories were fuzzy, blown out. Wanda had offered on more than one occasion to clean them up for him, but Bucky hated to have people inside his mind. Or, normally he did. You and your power were the one exception to that. “And how did I know? When I liked a girl, how did I know?”

Steve blinked a couple times, seeming to mentally piece together Bucky’s words and any possible motives behind them. Once it clicked, his eyes lit up with a new understanding, and Steve had the tiniest smile playing at his mouth. “Is this— is this about Y/n?”

“That’s not an answer, Rogers,” Bucky pointed out, rolling his eyes and staring harder at the carpet.

“Sorry, Buck.” His tone of voice said he was anything but, but Bucky had no choice other than to let it go. “Although, to be perfectly honest, I don’t think you ever met a girl you didn’t like back then. All they had to do was bar their eyes at you and you would be swearing up and down that the two of you were gonna run off and get married.”

Wasn’t helpful, really; just made Bucky wish he could get back to what he used to be. The old him wouldn’t have been so jumpy about potential romantic feelings, wouldn’t have had to push you away for damn near a month in order to sort out everything inside his head. James Barnes, sweet talker of the 30s, would’ve been open with his hopeless affection for you. Because, when it came down to it, Bucky was certain that’s what this feeling in his chest was: pure, unadulterated, shamelessly hopeless affection. Part of him had been hoping it would die down, perhaps fade away if he ceased talking to you; now he could see how naive that had been, and he knew he was going to have to fix his mistake.

“Is something wrong?” Steve questioned, brows furrowing in mild concern. “Does this have anything to do with why you’ve been ghosting Y/n the past few weeks?”

Well, fuck it. If Bucky couldn’t tell his best friend, then who could he tell?

“The night of the New Year’s Eve party,” Bucky began, finally finding the courage to look Steve in the eyes. All he found there was kindness, understanding, compassion. The same sorts of things each time you looked at him, despite how horribly he’d recently been treating you. If he got up the courage to speak to you tonight, as he was hoping would be the result of this conversation with Steve, he would owe you the largest apology he’d ever been capable of giving. “After I took Y/n back up to her room to get her settled in for the night, she... she kissed me, at midnight. She was really drunk and I don’t think she knew exactly what she was doing, but she kissed me. And I... it made me feel confused. That’s why I haven’t been speaking to her very much. I don’t know how to... I just don’t know what to do.”

“Oh,” Steve let out after a few moments, shaking his head as though he were attempting to clear out the surprise. “Well, I mean. It’s like you said, Buck, Y/n was drunk. She wasn’t herself. I’m sure if you just explain the situation to her she would be happy to apologize.”

“That’s the thing, Steve,” Bucky pressed, running a hand through his hair. He wouldn’t have had to explain this to you in so many words; he wouldn’t have had to explain this to you at all. One brush of the hand, and you would’ve known exactly what the issue was and how to fix it. “I don’t... I don’t know that I want her to apologize. I think I’m... I don’t know what I think. But what I felt when she kissed me...”

“You have feelings for her,” Steve stated, an empathetic look plastered all over his best friend’s face. Bucky was a bit glad that Steve had spared him from saying the words out loud. He wasn’t embarrassed to feel these things, it was just all so unfamiliar to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had honest to goodness feelings for a woman. “And you’re not sure how to tell her about them.”

Bucky simply nodded, heaving a great sigh. The stretches of sunlight splashed across the carpet were beginning to recede; the sun was going down, and Steve would need to resume getting ready for his plans with Wanda any moment now. It was selfish of Bucky to be taking up so much of his friend’s time when Steve had feelings of his own to sort out.

“Well bud,” Steve said, offering Bucky a solid clap on the back. The smile on his face was genuine, understanding; Bucky really didn’t deserve the kindness Steve was always bestowing him with. “Grand gestures tend to go a long way in confession of feelings, and today’s probably as good as it gets.”

Bucky furrowed a brow. “You don’t think that would be cheap? Valentine’s Day is like the definition of a capitalist holiday.”

“Jesus Christ, what is this obsession you have with corporate America?”

He was unable to help the laughter which escaped him then, and Bucky peered up at Steve’s playfully exasperated expression. How incredibly lucky he was to have a beat friend willing to deal with his constant bullshit. “Sorry, sorry, your right. This is probably the only chance I’m gonna have to do it in private, considering everyone has plans and you and Wanda are going out on your date.”

“Hate date,” Steve corrected, offering Bucky one last pat to the shoulder before wandering over to his closet. “Now be a good friend and help me decide what shirt to wear.”

Bucky stood, shuffling over to stand just behind Steve and trying to ignore the thrill rushing through his stomach. You have to breathe, your words echoed in his ear, the lesson coming back to him like it were a song he had memorized years ago. He wasn’t sure if the reminder applied right now; he was far more giddy than upset, but the words kept repeating in his mind. You have to breathe.

And so he did.

—

“Miss Y/l/n?” Jarvis’s voice filtered through the overhead speakers of your room.

The sound tore your gaze away from the book you clutched in your hands, forcing you to blink and let your eyes adjust to the sudden change in focus. Trough the window you could see the skyline of Nee York City, the building painted a dusty rose as the sun receded behind the horizon. There were more cars out than usual if you weren’t mistaken, though that wasn’t all that surprising; Valentine’s Day was an exceptionally busy holiday most places, and New York was no exception.

Apparently neither were the Avengers, considering everyone was out of the tower on some form of a Valentine’s Day celebration or another.

Well, almost everyone.

Wanda had extended you an invitation to join her and Steve on their hate date or whatever they called it, but you had declined without hesitation. It was a nice gesture, but you weren’t very inclined to act as a third wheel, and the whole ‘hate date’ thing seemed like it was just a way for the two of them to go on a date without having to commit to to a label. You weren’t judging either way, but you preferred to wallow in self pity alone, and you didn’t want to put a damper on Steve and Wanda’s night.

You had lost your courage approximately two days after scouring your memories with Wanda. At the time, you had fully intended to do something with that information you had gained, had planned to confront Bucky and get him to tell you what his issue was. A couple days after that, though, you had convinced yourself that it would be better to just apologize for your drunken behavior and swear that nothing like it would happen again. Another day after that you had told yourself it would be stupid to say anything at all, as it would most likely be effective in promoting Bucky to isolate you completely. You knew that was irrational, but the thoughts weren’t something you were able to help. With Bucky’s emotional register growing increasingly more complex and harder for you to read, you had ultimately elected to say nothing at all. You could keep your feelings quiet as long as you needed to, for both your sakes; doing so would ensure that you could keep him in your day to day life, if only to a small extent.

“Miss Y/l/n?” Jarvis prompted you once more, breaking you from your train of thought.

You blinked, shaking your head and looking to the ceiling reflexively. “What’s up, Jarvis?”

“Mister Barnes would like to know if you would be inclined to join him for dinner in the kitchen.”

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Had you heard Jarvis right? The AI wasn’t flawed; he was Stark tech, after all, meaning it was extremely rare that Jarvis made any mistakes. Still... it would be naive of you not to double check. You definitely weren’t trying to get your hopes up.

“Just, just so I know we’re talking about the same person,” you stuttered out, blinking a couple times and doing your best to work through your confusion without having a complete break down. “You mean Bucky, right? James Barnes?”

“That is correct, Miss. Shall I tell him you’re not feeling up to it?”

“No,” you hurriedly responded, a small surge of panic biting your chest at the suggestion. “No, don’t do that. I’m... tell him...” Was this some kind of prank? The guy went out of his way to dodge speaking to you every chance he got for an entire month and now he was suddenly interested in spending time with you? And over dinner, no less? “Tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

As quickly as you could you stood, placing your book on your bedside table and doing your best to get your wits about you. Of all the things you’d been prepared for tonight, being summoned to dinner by Bucky Barnes hadn’t exactly been on the list. Your mind was trying to cycle through all of the worst scenarios, trying to decipher what was about to be unleashed on you as you made your way to the elevator and made the trip down to the communal floor. Maybe Fury had decided that your methods were ineffective, and was letting Bucky be the one to tell you you were never going to become a field agent. Maybe Bucky was finally ready to tell you off for the situation you had forced him into on New Years. So many possibilities raced through your mind, each one seeming more and more plausible than the last.

Each of those flew right out of your mind as soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen.

The room was dimly lit, vanilla scented candles scattered across the counters, island top, and table. Surrounding those were red smatterings of rose petals, carefully and artfully clumped together atop every available surface; these lent a heady sort of scent to the room, but not an overwhelming one. On the table, placed at the center of the candles and roses, was one large, white box, the kind which unmistakably held a pizza within its confines, and beside that rested two of Tony’s crystal glasses, a bottle of rosé, and a rather large heart shaped box.

Seated just in front of all of this was Bucky Barnes himself, looking obscenely handsome in a wine red button down. His eyes shone through the dimness of the room, the blue of his irises calling to you and making your heart pound with giddiness and unsureness. You weren’t privy to what was going on in this instance, but the soft side of you couldn’t help but feel some form of excitement.

It would appear that you had read the situation incorrectly.

“Hey,” Bucky called once he caught sight of you, standing from where he sat at the table and taking a step forward. He really was dressed handsomely; you wished you had thought to change out of your jeans and tee, but Jarvis hadn’t exactly prepared you for what kind of dinner you would be attending. “It’s... nice to see you.”

“Thanks,” you replied, stupidly. Thanks? That wasn’t a proper response here, was it? Why were you feeling so disarmed? When had Bucky gained this much power over you? “Whats, um, what’s all this?”

Bucky stepped towards you, offering you a gentle, hesitant smile; he was just as out of his element here as you were, it seemed. He took your hand and led you over to the table, and you were so shocked at the fact the he was holding it, touching you, that your powers didn’t even have the chance to kick in before you were sitting down and he was already letting go. “This is me apologizing,” he explained softly, his wide blue eyes effectively pinning you in your seat. “I’ve been... sort of a dick, I think, these last few weeks, and it’s been really unfair to you. And I think... if you’ll let me, after we’ve eaten and all of that... I think I’d like to explain myself.”

All you could do was nod, your feelings of reservation and hesitation completely forgotten once you caught sight of the soft, sweet as sugar smile he gave you. “Yeah, okay,” you told him, smiling gently and scooting your chair closer to the table, doing your best to keep your arm from brushing his. In an attempt to be playful, you went on to say, “I think you could benefit from the pizza more than I could, though. It’s heart shaped so maybe it’ll help you grow that thing that seems to be missing from your chest.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Bucky responded, not even missing a beat. “Having Jarvis invite you for dinner was just a formality. I’m one hundred percent planning to eat this entire pizza myself.”

And maybe it was just that the two of you hadn't spoken like that to one another in a long time, but you found your chest was getting tight and your stomach warm.

It had been deceptively easy, falling back into normalcy with Bucky. Once you let go of the worry and the hesitation, once you forgot about how worried you had been that you had upset him the night of the party, being friendly with Bucky came naturally to you; these weeks of isolation had made you forget what it was like to be friends with him.

“You might wanna slow down with that,” he laughed as you raised your second glass of wine to your lips. You paused, arching an eyebrow in an effort to ask for an explanation. “You sure it’s a good idea for you to drink so much after what happened on New Year’s Eve?”

That was a challenge if you’d ever hear one, and you couldn’t just let that slide. Wordlessly, you tipped your head back and parted your lips, chugging the entire glass of rosé in under fifteen seconds. Setting the glass down on the table, you wordlessly poured yourself more before grabbing another slice of the pizza and eating it.

Bucky remained silent a moment before your powers, muted due to your alcohol intake, told you he was impressed and captivated. The physical auras were coming out to play once more due to the buzz the rosé had given you, and Bucky was beginning to take on a faint turquoise tinge around the edges of his body; the color of content and serenity. “You’re incredible,” he mumbled after a few moments, more to himself than to you.

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, grasping your cup and moving to drink from it once more. You had to pause once you caught sight of your own hand; your arm was outlined in that same vibrant, purplish blue it had been the morning of New Year’s, when you’d woken up to an awful hangover in Bucky’s embrace. The fact that it was showing up again meant that it hadn’t been a defect in your power that day; this was your aura, presented to you as Bucky saw it, and it was unmistakably and undeniably a wonderful royal blue. Seeing that color stole your breath away, and Bucky didn’t miss the little hitch in your throat as you set your glass down on the table.

“What’s that?” he murmured, tilting his head in curiosity. His hand, the metal one, reached up to brush a strand of your hair back from your face, and that only served to cause your breath to hitch further.

“Nothing, I just...” You inhaled deeply, looking into Bucky’s eyes in search of courage. He’d mentioned earlier that this whole dinner date had been about him wanting to apologize, and that he wanted to explain himself for his behavior these past few weeks, but he wasn’t the one who needed to apologize, here. Bucky Barnes was sitting here and coloring you blue, and it was all because you had mistakenly and drunkenly projected your romantic feelings into him. He thought he liked you, because you’d allowed him to feel what you did when you kissed him that night, and that just wasn’t fair at all. You needed to explain to him. “I just... need to explain myself and tell you I’m sorry, and I need to do it before the alcohol wears off, because otherwise I’m going to be too afraid.”

Bucky only looked at you in surprise. “What do you have to be sorry for?” he asked, looking for all the world like there was nothing you could have done that would warrant an apology.

“I remembered,” you began, your voice hardly above a whisper. You knew Bucky could hear you, though, if his intense gaze was anything to go by. “I remembered what you were angry with me about. I kissed you that night, in my room. On New Year’s Eve. I kissed you and I couldn’t remember, and you had to sort through those feelings all alone.” It broke your heart to think about it now; poor Bucky had spent decades having feelings that weren’t his own dropped into his head against his will. You hated to think that you’d contributed to that in any sort of way. “And I’m really, really sorry about it. I know my feelings for you put you in an awkward position and I just... you don’t have to worry about me behaving unprofessionally or anything. I can control myself.”

Bucky blinked. Then again. Then a third time, and this one was accompanied by a booming laugh, one which caught you off guard and brought a blush to your cheeks. “You’ve got this all wrong,” he murmured, shaking his head. He brought his right hand up, fingertips caressing the side of your neck. At this you stiffened, warmth blooming through your chest like you’d never felt it before. You couldn’t get your hopes up here, and you knew that, but god damn if his tone of voice wasn’t temptation personified. “That’s not what I—“

“No, really,” you interrupted him, scrunching your eyes shut in an effort to evade tears of embarrassment springing up to the surface. Your state of tipsiness had you especially emotional at the moment, and you had no way of accessing your power for assistance in calming down. That would take much more concentration than you currently possessed, what with Bucky’s fingers dancing along your skin and all. “I’m sorry for putting you in an awkward position—“

“Y/n,” Bucky stopped you, tone commanding you to let your eyes slip back open. You saw humor dancing distantly within his pupils, teasing you more and more with every second that passed. You were frozen in place, powerless to do anything as the man before you brought both his hands up to cradle your face. Some stupid voice in the back of your head couldn’t help but point out that, if Wanda were present, she would be losing her shit at the sight of this. “Would you let me talk, please? I’m the one who should apologize, for making you think that...” His voice trailed off in frustration, and you recognized the expression on his face. It was the same one he got during your therapy sessions, when you requested him to voice his emotions and he couldn’t find the words to do so. Because of this, you weren’t surprised when he cupped your face a bit tighter, and softly urged, “Look just concentrate, okay? Tell me what you feel.”

You did what he asked, powerless to spare it a second thought. Taking a breath and drinking in the sight of his face, you waited for the auras to disappear from your sight and watched as everything faded away to black.

Well, only for a second, really. In the next moment, your mind was exploding with input. Your chest swelled with tenderness and a quick heartbeat while simultaneously seeming to constrict with giddiness. You... you couldn't explain it, but everything you were feeling seemed to be colored with a lilac you had never dreamt of. Your palms were sweaty, your chest was warm, your toes were curling, and everything was suddenly so bright. You couldn't move, really; all you could do was feel the overwhelming amount of love coarse through your body. You could see yourself, several different versions, though even the darkest one had a deep and vibrant bluish glow around her.

This was you as Bucky saw you; the tint of your aura didn’t do it justice.

“This is... this is for me?” you breathed, letting your eyes readjust and taking in Bucky’s expression with a new vision. That hadn’t been hesitation you had seen in his gaze, but giddiness to share his fondness, excitement to express his feelings to you. “That’s... that’s really how you feel?”

“For someone whose power it is to literally be able to read emotions,” Bucky chuckled gently, shaking his head to himself and eyes shining, “you are surprisingly bad at it.” And he kissed you without another word, surging forward and pressing his lips to yours with as much passion as was possible.

He kissed you as though his life depended on it; Bucky kissed you eagerly, deeply, letting his tongue explore freely and greedily. You could feel the excitement rush off him, the pure and unadulterated attraction and lust. While he kissed you, his hands roamed your body, pushing and smoothing and feeling. He was getting dangerously close to your hips and to the top of the waistband of your jeans. It wasn't his goal to take it that far unless you wanted to, you could feel, and he was by no means trying to push it.

You kissed him back, powerless to do anything but give in to your own selfish desires. And once you kissed him, you found that you never wanted to stop, never wanted to kiss anyone else. It shocked you, how desperate and hungry it seemed to be, how desperate and hungry you seemed to be. It was scary, but also thrilling, and you decided to ultimately ignore the uncertainty of it. Instead you held him tighter, lacing your fingers through his hair and continuing to move your lips with his. This was fire, bliss, pure and concentrated attraction. Whether it was coming from you or him you couldn’t tell, and you didn’t care to. What was the point in differentiating when you were both so clearly invested in this?

After a few moments you had to break it, leaning back in order to catch the breath you were out of.

“You taste like chocolate,” Bucky chuckled, eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Chocolate and wine.”

“I didn’t... I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this before,” you whispered, giddiness lacing your every word. If his hands weren’t still touching you, having slid down to settle at your waste during that kiss, you might have convinced yourself that you’d been dreaming this whole thing.

Letting himself act freely, Bucky pushed forward to press his lips against your cheek, and you weren’t too sure what was happening, but you were sure that you never wanted it to stop. “What do you mean?"

"It's... hard to put into words," you breathed. “I can see myself, the way you see me. I'm surrounded by light. And then... it's like, my name in your head? Certain colors and temperatures are tied to it. Everything about my name is so warm." Your hands seemed to absentmindedly creep away from your sides and up his, coming to rest against his chest, causing a spike of deep red in his aura. Your eyes widened at what you saw, disbelief arising. "I’m sorry about that,” you whispered, looking him in the eyes.

"Don't be," Bucky rasped, breath growing heavy. It had been awhile since he had come near you, and the two of you had never had physical contact on this level before. Understandably, as this was the first time, you were bound to have somewhat of a strong affect on his emotions, amongst other things. He eyed you intently, let one of his hands snake around to the small of your back, and when he opened his mouth to ask you his next question, your heart burst with an overwhelming amount of emotion. "Just... can I, can I kiss you again? Please? I just want to kiss you."

You let him, of course, and he appeared to be grateful to you for it. He moved slowly, paid attention, did his best to only give you exactly what you might want, and Jesus Christ was Bucky doing a damn good job. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been kissed like this, or if you ever even had been, but the information was irrelevant because it was happening now and it felt amazing.

And to think you’d spent all those weeks worrying about Bucky hating your guts when really... really, he just hadn’t been sure how to articulate his feelings. Now that you felt the magnitude of them, you didn’t blame him, either; those feelings were complex, deeply seated, heavy. The type of thing only someone like Bucky, someone who had never been allowed to express genuinely and freely, could feel.

Bucky kissed you harder and you kissed him right back, the motions and actions only getting deeper and more sincere as the two of you went back and forth, tongues dancing and hands roaming. With each new caress came a new spike of feeling; your power was out of your control, your state of intoxication selecting input for you to process at random, but you didn’t care — it was all the same anyway, just a tremendously large flood of happiness and emotion. The sheer weight of it all was making you borderline manic, and you were dancing along the fine line of getting lost in the pull of it.

You pulled away, once again out of breath, and as you gasped for air Bucky wrapped his arms around you, standing and effortlessly lifting you from your chair and depositing you on the table. He stood between your legs and you reflexively wrapped them around his waste as he placed his hands down on either side of you and bent his neck, allowing his mouth access to your throat and nipping gently at the soft, sensitive skin he found. This succeeded in pulling an obscene moan from deep within you, your breath quickening and your hands pulling harder at his hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner,” Bucky murmured as his lips trailed your skin. He surged up to press a kiss to your temple, then began working his way down. Your ear, your cheek, your jaw. He paused at your throat, nipping the skin twice more and winning a gasp from you each time. “I like that sound,” he laughed, repeating his motions and smiling against your skin when he achieved the same result. “That’s one I could get used to.” He didn’t wait for you to respond as his lips began to dip further, dotting across your collarbone and his tongue skimming along as he made his way to your chest. There, he paused, and looked up to you with patience and wonder. “Is this okay, Y/n? Do you... do you want this? It’s okay?”

“More than okay,” you breathed, and that was all he needed to hear before his hands made quick work of pulling your shirt up and off your body, leaving you in a simple black bra. You sort of wished you had deigned to put on something a bit lacier that morning, but Bucky didn’t seem to care. He was marveling at the sight of you all the same.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasped, lips finding their way to your neck once more. The way he said it made it clear that your powers had let him in on your previous thought. “God damn gorgeous, you hear me? It’s borderline unfair.”

“You’re just saying that,” you teased, closing your eyes and relishing the feel of his body against yours. Fuck, this was... you had given a great deal of thought to what this might feel like, if you were being honest, and the reality hadn’t disappointed you one bit.

“Like hell I am,” Bucky growled, and the very sound of it made your stomach drop in anticipation.

The two of you kept at it, Bucky alternating between coming up to kiss your lips and surging back down to skin his mouth along your exposed skin. Each time he did so he got closer and closer to the cups of your bra, tongue tracing patterns over the skin of your chest as he teased you along. You weren’t too sure how long he’d been at it, but it was getting to the point where you were about ready to take the damn thing off yourself so that your actions could finally progress. You wanted it, him, and badly, and you knew that he could feel the desire rolling off you. He was reciprocating; the lavender light swathing your surroundings each time you opened your eyes told you as much.

Just as his hands had creeped their way back to finally, finally, fiddle with the clasp of your bra, your eyes shut tightly as you anticipated the feel of his mouth against your breast, your eyes popped open, brow furrowing in confusion. Was that... was that smoke? Was something smoking? Sure enough, just as the clasps of your bra had come undone, you turned your neck to survey the kitchen, Bucky’s dark hair shining in the light below your chin, and caught sight of the table a few feet away, curls of smoke rising up into the air. One of the candles had been overturned, some rose petals and the table cloth having caught the flame which extended out of the glass. The two of you just have knocked it over when Bucky had placed you atop the table.

“Buck,” you gasped, your body reacting and tensing as his fingers attempted to slide the straps of your bra down your arms. “We’re... there’s a fire.”

“Yeah, darlin’,” he murmured, softly pressing his mouth to your collarbone once more. “I can feel it too.”

You wanted to laugh at how fucking corny that was, but your sense of urgency wouldn’t allow it. This was kind of a serious situation. “No, I mean— there’s a— Bucky stop kissing me, there’s a literal fucking fire!”

Bucky pulled back from you, brows furrowed, and turned his head to—

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” a loud voice echoed through the kitchen, startling a small scream of surprise out of you. In the doorway of the kitchen stood Steve, dressed handsomely, with a scandalized and horrified expression plastered over his features. “On the kitchen table? Seriously? We fucking eat there!”

“You said a grand gesture,” Bucky argued, pointing an accusatory finger Steve’s way. You clutched at your bra as the straps slid further down your arms, suddenly very conscious if the fact that Bucky was no longer shielding you from your two friends’ view. “It wouldn’t have been as impressive if I had asked her to hang out in my room!”

“Oh my god,” Wanda cried, a bright look of glee consuming her face. “Oh my god, oh my god, I fucking— I knew it, this is the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

You raised your voice in an effort to get all of their attention, disbelief flooding your system in the place of your embarrassment. “Okay, guys— there’s a literal fucking fire on the table, we can’t just ignore—“

“Fire detected,” Jarvis’s voice echoed through the room, momentarily drawing everyone’s gazes to the ceiling. “Activating sprinkler system.”

“Wait, no—“ Bucky tried, but it was already too late. A shower of water had begun to rain down on the four of you, immediately drenching you all, and you were unable to help your resulting shout at the shock of the cold.

Well, at least the fire had been taken care of.

“Ignore us,” Wanda insisted, grabbing Steve’s hand and shooting you a not so subtle thumbs up as she began to tug him back towards the doorway. God help you if she didn’t look like an only child who had just woken up on Christmas morning. “Pretend like we were never here, okay? We’re very happy for the both of you and all the table sex you’re about to have, isn’t that right Steve?”

Steve continued to stare incredulously, shaking his head but allowing Wanda to tug him back out of the room. “The kitchen table,” you heard him mutter as he went, “the fucking kitchen table.” Then it was silent, and you and Bucky were alone once more, the sprinklers running for thirty more seconds before dying down and leaving the two of you in s very damp, very disoriented silence.

Bucky looked at you.

You looked at Bucky.

The both of you broke into fits of laughter, the sort that racked your entire body with uncontrollable shaking.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to us,” you gasped in between fits of laughter, “I almost... Jesus Christ, I almost fucking flashed them.”

“We set the table on fire,” Bucky guffawed, his forehead coming down to rest against yours. “And I... oh my god, I thought you were talking about some kind of metaphor.”

“Wanda told us... to have... table sex,” you wheezed, shaking your head and absentmindedly pressing a peck to Bucky’s lips. It was considerably chaste, compared to what the two of you had previously been getting up to, but the magnitude of both your feelings was still accessible behind it. That, if nothing else, told you that everything expressed here, tonight... it had all been sincere.

Bucky reached around you and grasped the clasps of your bra, re-hooking them and sliding the straps back up your shoulders. “I meant what I said,” he told you, his soft, reassuring smile making your heart swell. “I meant all of it. You know that, right?”

“I do,” you affirmed, giving a small nod and a shrug of your shoulder. “And I’m sorry—“

“No,” Bucky interrupted you, grabbing your hand and helping you down from the table. He walked a couple feet away and picked up your shirt, now soaked through with water, from where he had tossed it. He waited while you tugged the hung over your head, the fabric immediately sticking to your body, before continuing. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have shut you out, the way I did. I’m not perfect, but I’m learning, and it’s not coming as easy as I would like for it to.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, reaching down to grasp his hand. It was impossibly warm, despite the torrential downpour Jarvis had just released on the kitchen. “I understand. You don’t ever have to worry about me not understanding. But, for now...” You glanced around the kitchen, the sight of the burnt table cloth and rose petals urging another laugh to bubble out of you. Along with the now overturned glasses of wine and the fact that everything in this room was soaked with water, it looked like a hurricane had rolled through the tower’s kitchen. Now there was a metaphor. “I’m really tired. Walk me to my room?”

Bucky smiled softly, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. “Of course.” He looked nervous as he added, “Do you... maybe we could try this again sometime? Without the sprinklers and the fire and Steve and Wanda walking in on us?”

You smiled brightly, noticing subconsciously that now not only was your aura that certain shade of royal blue, but his was as well.

You matched.

“I would really, really like that,” you mumbled.

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Fearful of Love // pt. 1

Word Count: 2.4k 

Genre: Romance/Angst

Author’s Note: There are 10 parts to this! I’ll be posting a part every day. I have done light editing to this and it’s quite old but I hope you enjoy nontheless! (ps. lawd he fine okie bye) 

Prologue

The heart is a terrible thing…

The muscle that keeps you alive and yet makes your life a living hell, a muscle that causes you to think and make decisions irrationally, all due to idiotic emotions that bring nothing but headache.

It was a hard task, trying to ignore everything. It was difficult to ignore the obvious fact that I had fallen head over heels for you, to ignore the joy that rose in my entire being as I saw you every day, the pain in my chest, but soon it became impossible. The realization that my heart had taken over came far too quickly and it scared me to death. I wasn’t ready.

You broke through the brick walls around my heart in a mere few months. It terrified me that I enjoyed your company so much, that I enjoyed YOU so much. Even when I tried to push you away you never backed down. You were persistent, stubborn and I’ve never met someone so insistent on becoming closer to me and learning more about me.

But you didn’t realize just how terrified I was, how my heart has never bought me any good for long. You couldn’t understand and I hurt the both of us due to my fear. I hurt us both because of my stupid heart and my stupid, stupid decision to let you break down my walls and get to know the real me.

Why did I bring this pain onto myself?

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“We are all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.” – Johnny Depp

November 4th

Some moments I wondered why I decided to go to college. Like in this moment, where I was leaning on the counter of the coffee shop I worked at, head throbbing and frustration at its highest point as I tried desperately to understand the math homework I had in front of me, the homework that my teacher decided not to explain to the whole class in full detail.

To be fair I didn’t have to go to college, the decision was completely voluntary.

‘Oh I’ll go to college and get my degree!’

It’s like I forgot the years of school hell I went through in my adolescence right after I graduated. All the useless homework and how goddamn stressful it was. College wasn’t any better, if anything it was even more stressful and irritating. Because how was math connected to a liberal arts degree at all?

Geeze, can’t I just drop out?

“Hey! What have I told you about trying to do homework while working?”

I cringed, the sound of my boss’s voice breaking the silence in the store. My head only got worse at the loud noise.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that nobody’s really come in and I really need to finish this assignment.”

A sigh left his lips as he walked over to the counter, his eyes scanning my work before moving up to me. “You look like you’re dying. If you work too hard your brain is going to pop.”

“I know, I know, you tell me that every time I come into work. Remember?” I closed my books, placing them back into my backpack behind the counter. “Besides I think my brain popped a long time ago. That’s why I can’t get these stupid problems right.”

Sympathy washed over his expression, and he rested his hand atop my head, ruffling my hair. “Go home, eat, take a break. You’ll get your assignments done. It’s time for you to get off anyways.”

I frowned, pulling out my phone to look at the time. 6 o’clock, did four hours really go by that quickly?

“Oh! I didn’t even realize!” I grabbed my backpack and tugged it onto my shoulders before untying my apron, handing it to my boss, “I’ll see you!”

He smiled, taking my apron and waving his hand to dismiss me, “Yeah yeah I’ll see you kid!”

-

“I wish your boss was as nice as mine.”

A smile stretched across my lips as I looked at the pouting boy in front of me, his hands moving furiously as he expressed his frustrations. “The only thing my boss does is yell at me all day. ‘Yah Jungkook go take this out’, ‘Jungkook stock these shelves’, ‘Jungkook you went over your break by five minutes, now go clean the restrooms.’ I’m a head cashier, my job description is to check out items, help customers and make sure my area is clean. I don’t work on the floor and I’m not a janitor, I don’t understand why he’s so insistent on making me do everything. Is it because I’m the youngest employee?”

“You know I would try and help you get a job at the coffee shop I work at, but your complaints are just too funny.” I said, laughing as he threw a napkin towards my face.

“Asshole.” He mumbled, swallowing the chicken he stuffed in his mouth before speaking, “So how is homework going?”

“Terrible, I’m going to drop out I swear.” I huffed in anger, “I don’t understand why my math teacher is making the homework so hard. Not only do I not understand the work, but I have to turn in 60 finished problems by 11:59 tonight. I even asked him after class for extra help, but he just told me to get a tutor or read the textbook.”

Jungkook laughed, “Some teachers are jerks. But you know I could just ask one of my friends if he could help you. He tutors me all the time.”

I shook my head, placing my fork down after I finished my food, “It’s alright, I think I’ll text Seokjin and see if he’s free. He’s always willing to help me.”

“Does this mean we can’t play Mario Kart together at your dorm tonight?”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty positive you have homework to do as well.”

“I do…but help me procrastinate I don’t want to do it.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my wallet as soon as the waitress came over with the check. I put my portion of the bill down before standing to my feet, deciding to text Seokjin while I waited for him to gather his things.

Hey Jin! Are you doing anything? I need help with my math homework. I don’t understand it at all :(-Sent 6:55pm

*new message*

Jin: I’m not doing anything at all! Meet in the library at 7:30 as usual? – Received 6:57pm

Yep see you t-

Suddenly my phone slipped from my fingers and onto the floor and I groaned as I felt a body collide with mine.

“Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?”

I bent down to pick up my phone, inspecting my screen for cracks before standing up straight. The voice that asked the question was deep, definitely unfamiliar. I raised my gaze to the guy who bumped into me, watching his eyes as they filled with more worry the longer I waited to respond.

“I’m fine, thank you. Are you okay?” I asked, a small smile finding my lips as he let out a breath of relief. A bright smile replaced the worried frown on his lips and for some reason the air suddenly seemed lighter in the restaurant.

“I’m okay.” He assured, before someone yelled out ‘Taehyung!’, his name I assumed being that he quickly said goodbye and walked to the person behind the shout.

A shove to my shoulders brought me from the daze I hadn’t even realized I was in, my gaze leaving the back of the guy who’d bumped into me and to Jungkook who stared at me in question. I shook my head, waving my hand to dismiss any worry before walking out the restaurant.

(*~~*)

“Hey Taehyunggie, since you’re an honor student do you think you could help me with my essay for history?”

“Don’t help him! He’s lazy, help me with my science homework. If I don’t finish this I’ll fail. We can even play video games afterwards and hang out, it’ll be fun!”

Jimin glared daggers at the group of Taehyung’s new found ‘friends’. In moments like these he really wished Taehyung weren’t so much of a people pleaser like himself.

The expression on Taehyung’s face displayed just how saddened he was by the questions he was being bombarded with. He knew very well that these students didn’t befriend him because they liked him, but because he was an honor student and they wanted to use him.

He understood this completely and yet here he was, quickly putting on a smile and nodding. Letting out a ‘Sure I’ll help you guys’ and avoiding Jimin’s burning gaze. He already knew what his best friend’s expression was, a look of annoyance and disappointment because he had agreed to do homework other than his own for the millionth time.

The table began to get louder as they all thanked him and after they ate and split the bill everyone gave Taehyung the assignments to work on. As they dispersed Jimin was the only one left and he watched as Taehyung put the newly retrieved assignments in his backpack before standing and walking out of the restaurant.

“You’re not going to do their homework.” Jimin said, walking alongside his friend.

Taehyung sighed, “I already agreed to it, Jimin. Besides the work I have today isn’t that bad. I’ll be finished with all of this by tonight and tomorrow if I work hard.”

Jimin stopped walking, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking at him straight in the eyes, noticing the sadness that was swimming in his brown orbs, “Taehyung those are not your friends, they’re using you just like everybody in high school did. I wish you would see that-”

“I do see that, but if they really need help then I won’t just leave them-”

“Taehyung they don’t need your help! They’re lazy assholes who think that they can just boss you around and get you to do whatever they want because you can’t say no! Why do you allow them to keep doing this to you?!”

Taehyung stayed silent. He understood Jimin’s frustration, hell he understood because he himself was frustrated. He had no idea why he couldn’t just say no, he knew very well that they were only using him and it would end like it always did. They would get their assignments done and then act like he didn’t exist until they needed his help again. He wasn’t even getting paid to do their homework; he was doing it for free.

It wasn’t like he was desperate for friends; he was completely okay with hanging out with just Jimin. He didn’t gain anything from doing this, he didn’t even like doing the extra homework. He did enough work in the classes he had to take for his major; music. There was really no excuse for it besides the fact that he was a complete pushover who was so use to people using him for his brain that it became routine to just say yes and do it.

“Old habits are hard to break.” Taehyung said finally, breaking away from his friend and walking into the dorm building. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He could hear the exhausted sigh that Jimin let out as he made his way to his room.

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‘Clans can show how we still pick sexual partners or mates even today as seen in page 10, in the example it sssssssss’

Taehyung groaned, his forehead colliding with the keyboard of his laptop. He had finished his assignments and nearly all of the assignments that he was given. He just needed to finish this last one, a paper for history, and he didn’t feel like writing long drawn out intelligent ideas. In fact he would love nothing more than sleep being that it was a little past eleven and he had to wake up in a couple hours.

He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep with his head on his laptop until his phone rang, waking him up immediately. He didn’t bother looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Taehyung it’s Namjoon, what are you doing?”

Taehyung smiled, “Ah hey Joon, nothing much just trying to finish this assignment. Why do you ask?”

“I’m in Yoongi’s studio not too far from campus, we wanted to see if you would come and help out with a song we’re working on.”

His smile quickly faltered as he looked at the screen of his computer and the now thousands of S’s his face typed. He could finish it tomorrow right? He was itching to hear the song Namjoon was referring to.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a few.” He replied, hanging up the phone and grabbing his sweater before locking his dorm room and making his way to the studio. It wasn’t too far, it was a small studio apartment Yoongi had rented that was not even a fifteen minute walk away from campus. He let Taehyung use it a few times to finish his assignments, while other times he usually just invited him (and sometimes Jimin) to listen to new songs he needed opinions for. He enjoyed visiting, it was a lot of fun.

He knocked on the door, listening to the barely audible music playing in the studio. It wasn’t until Namjoon opened the door did he hear the music loud and clear.

The soundproof panels Yoongi put up really worked well huh…

“I thought you had an assignment to finish?” Namjoon asked as he closed the door behind Taehyung, sitting back down next to Yoongi, who was writing, and watching as Taehyung pulled up a chair. Sighing as he flopped down in the seat.

“It isn’t my assignment.” He said, watching as a small ‘tsk’ left Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi lifted his head from his notebook, turning in his chair to look at Taehyung. He noticed the bags under his eyes and the red tint in his eyes alerting the two upperclassmen that he was obviously tired, exhausted even. “Do you need me to tell these stupid fuckers to quit asking you to do their homework, because I will. You’re exhausted and have enough on your plate.”

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m fine, really.”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi gave him a look, showing him that they were anything but convinced.

“There’s going to come a point where you’re sick and tired of doing other people’s work for them and you’ll finally say no. I’m hoping that day comes soon, for the sake of your health and sanity.” Yoongi said, before turning back to his notebook.

Namjoon gave Taehyung a small sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “So about the song…”