#sometimes i want complexity and others just plain comfort food

[fairymint]

🌶 - Spice! How well do they handle spicy food? Do they usually put hot sauce on lots of their food? Or do they avoid it at all cost? - for Felix Pardus!

Felix falls under 'enjoys spice but is not immune', very definitively! Eating a curry or 'hot ramen' or even the one chip challenge is enjoyable, but physiologically uncomfortable- His nose will flow if the spice is intense, and he needs a drink, but he won't have to quit eating, really.

mild spices like jalapeno and tabasco are completely pleasure, however, no downside!

It has an added bonus of partially curing his pain and inflammation, as well.

[silentmoths]

Acts of Service

The voices are still whispering and @dustofthedailylife may or may not have implanted some brainrot as we both sat and mutually gushed about how blade is a misunderstood wet dog of a man.

Blade x Reader (gn, no actual gender mentioned)

SFW, fluff and Comfort ig...honestly I dont really knoww hat to tag this one as other than just...my own ramblings abt how blade isnt just a bloodthirsty killer just LOOK AT HIM PLEASE- Not proofread, 1.2K words

When asked about Blade, most everyone would reply that he is cold, standoffish and intimidating. He looks like the kind of man who wouldn’t hesitate to end you if you accidentally put pickles on his burger.

The Stellaron Hunters would say otherwise; sure, he looks intimidating, but he’s actually a calm, thoughtful guy. The kind of man who, after several years of living with solely women, doesn’t even question when Silver Wolf, Kafka or Firefly ask him if he can go to the store, he already knows, hell- half the time, he’s already got what they need, and if he doesn't? He knows what they want before they even say it. 

He’s more attentive than people give him credit for, like a cat, lingering in the corner, but keeping watch over his territory and those he has deemed ‘his’ people. A wallflower some might say…just...one that would occasionally lash out if he deemed someone’s presence unworthy or unwelcome.

He is far sweeter than people believe, the rumours about his bloodthirsty and violent nature, and the bounty to match only serving to cover up the man beneath, the man he keeps out of the public eye the most.

Because for you? For you, he’s never been anything but attentive and kind.

He would never say it, but everything he does for you screams the lengths he would go, he would move mountains for you, destroy planets, solar systems, entire galaxies if he had to. 

It was in how he touched you; bandaged fingers always always careful, no matter how many times you assured him that you were not made of glass. It wasn't fear, you think, that kept him in this state, more like a reverence, like he was a child, and you were his most precious treasure, something he would not, or could not dare break, fold or crease. 

It was the way he always leaned his head down whenever you spoke to him, not condescending, but acknowledging. Even if his eyes were elsewhere, he always makes a point to let you know he’s listening. He takes your suggestions to heart always, he listens to your woes, sometimes he will offer words of encouragement, and sometimes he will offer his sword, if that was what would rid you of your problem faster.

(you had yet to take him up on the offer of the sword)

It was the way he cooked, despite seldom eating himself. He claims that food is simply nutrients for his body, and when he eats for himself, it is almost always something plain and easy to procure…but if he had deemed it long enough that you, or the other’s had gone without, he would rise from the couch and cook a meal that was far more complex, he was a surprisingly good cook, Xianzhou cuisine etched into his muscle memory to the point you’re sure he could make some of these dishes with his eyes closed…and yet it was only ever for you, for the girls, for literally anyone he cared enough for but himself, that he would showcase this ability for. 

You knew he struggled with memory, with himself, with his past and his present. He never verbally acknowledged it, and you think it’s because he doesn’t want you to worry; but you worry anyway, because it’s Blade, and with all the time and care he puts into you and the other Stellaron Hunters, you think he deserves that much. 

He’s far fonder of physical touch than he lets on. He claims he cares little, but the fact he seemingly physically cannot fall asleep unless he’s holding something close to his chest states otherwise. In the privacy of his own quarters with you, it’s rare that you part. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, Blade wants to be a part of it, no matter how big or small. Reading? You find yourself pulled into his lap as he leans against the wall, working on something? There’s usually a hand on your thigh, or an arm wrapped around your waist.

He liked to bite on occasion too. Nothing wholly terrible…a love language with no words. The soft nibbling of teeth along your shoulder as he holds you, or the way he would timetimes lift your hand, just to bite down onto it- this could could mean a thousand different things that he couldn’t say; ’I missed you’.

’Don’t be gone so long, next time.’

’I love you.’

You don’t need to know the exact meaning, his presence, and the act in itself was enough.

Blade liked to claim his body was nothing but a weapon, he did not understand why you saw attraction in it, but he doesn’t stop you either as you carefully unbind the bandages to see him properly. 

Nor does he realise that the scars littering his body are far more sensitive than he gave them credit for. Each scar was a story, but a story lost to the mara; his memory too foggy to discern most all of them.

All but one.

His chest, the large, jagged scar that took up near all the space of his right pectoral, long, long since healed over, but still visible. Slightly redder than the rest of his skin, pulled tight, especially just over his heart. You knew, of course, about Dan Feng, about why Blade hunted his reincarnation, but to see the scar made something twist in your gut.

Slowly, you reach out to brush your fingers along the centre, for a brief moment you feel Blade’s rabbiting heartbeat before the man lurches- his hand gripping your wrist like a vice, the pressure only growing stronger as he scowls, you gasp out as you feel your bones creak.

And just like that, the pressure lifts, the wild, frenzied look in his one visible eye fades and you see the rare flicker of concern as he hunches, his hand no longer squeezing, but cradling your wrist as his other arm comes to brace against your back. He looks horrified with himself, at what he’d done. 

“I-” He chokes out after a long moment of just…staring. “I didn’t-” 

You know, you know he didn’t mean it. You weren’t upset; perhaps a little spooked yes, but not upset. Scars held pain long thought healed, yet no matter how faded, they could still sting.

“It’s ok.” you whisper, lifting your other hand to brush some of his bangs out of the way, catching a rare glimpse of his usually covered eye. He looked like a kicked puppy, like he was expecting you to toss him out in the rain. 

You could never.

You don’t need to say anything else, knowing too much reassurance would only lead to Blade second guessing things, so you content yourself with pressing your uninjured hand to his cheek and smiling. Watching as Blade leans down and quietly presses kiss after kiss along the wrist he’d nearly snapped.

It was in these acts of service that he showed he truly cared.

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[beneathsilverstars]

you could. probably think if some characters are texture eaters and if so which textures they would prefer or what reactions they'd have over disliked textures

@kimdokjafan replied

I would love to hear what you have to say about the party's food preferences! Things like favorite food, things they dislike/won't eat

i started answering this anon and then got this reply, so i'll combine them. got really long lol, food is such a complex topic!

bonnie enjoys the multi-textured fish head, so they're probably big on texture! i think they're starting to have enough cooking experience to get put off when a texture isn't correct. like the problem isn't the texture itself but rather that rice should not be like that, they overcooked it, yuck, ugh! they would probably make a new batch if possible. however, they're also used to eating what you have because it's all you have — sometimes the nice neighbor drops off her shitty mac n cheese and it's better than nothing, or you mix up salt and sugar for today's bread but you're almost out of flour — so they'll try to come up with a new use for the fucked-up batch where the weird texture works better, or just eat it themself. unpleasant, but better than serving it to someone else or wasting it! as for what they enjoy the most: lots of different textures mixed together, like a salad or deluxe burrito. and chewy things!

we know bonnie's favorite foods are pineapple, rice, and samosas. i'd say they love sweet things as most kids do, but they're really starting to prefer a little more complexity to their sweet treats, like the tart acidity of pineapple. rice is a great favorite bc it's a comforting plain staple, but it can also be used in such a variety of dishes, as the entire base or to add texture! bonnie likes spicy, sour, etc... bring on the flavor! honestly i don't think there's many ingredients they don't like, it's more often a case of that flavor doesn't go there, why would you do that??? maybe they haven't grown into bitter vegetables yet.

siffrin also likes the fish head, so they really enjoy a fun texture, and they like trying new foods as they travel — but when they don't like something they hate it. but they also hate to raise a fuss! so if they're eating with other people, they'll try to just eat around the offending element without making it too obvious that's what they're doing, and then claim they're just not that hungry. if they're by themself, they'll spit it out and rinse out their mouth and eat something crunchy. they don't like tomatoes, which is convenient bc they also don't like when sandwich bread gets soggy at all. they don't like mushrooms or caramalized onion. they enjoy super crunchy things and a nice thick soup!

we know malanga fritters are presumably his favorite. i think he likes mashed potatoes too. fish, of course, and hearty stews. he loves clam chowder! he used to be a big sweet pastries fan, but post-canon he pivots to fruity sweetness bc he can't stand caramel-marshmallow-candy sweetness anymore, and even fruit's on thin ice. most of his disliked foods are about the texture, not the taste. but he's also really sensitive to associations - if he coincidentally gets sick after eating something, eats something badly seasoned, etc, it'll put him off of that taste for a while even if he doesn't remember why.

iirc isabeau wasn't into the fish head. he likes simpler and more predictable foods! he gets yucked out by overripe fruits, but luckily it's usually pretty easy to tell if a fruit will be good. if he does accidentally bite into a bad one, he makes a face and swallows it as quickly as possible, and asks if anyone else wants the rest before he donates it to the local wildlife. he likes fluffy breads and nuts! he's the kind of guy to pack a stack of pb&js and an apple for lunch every day, just buying a different flavor of jam each time he runs out. he doesn't like anything too spicy or bitter! probably a cheese fiend too.

mirabelle isn't super particular about textures, but she is pickier about tastes; she doesn't like a couple common vegetables, like green beans and cooked carrots, and a couple common sauces, like mustard and marinara. she doesn't like nuts, but sometimes eats them anyway because they're so popular in dormont's house for some reason and she gets tired of refusing to eat them, and now she sorta hates them even more but also will absentmindedly stand there munching on them? in general if she doesn't like a food she's served she'll still try to eat enough to be polite, but sometimes can't manage it. some foods she loves are honey, olives, and apple pie. she does love plums too, but it's less that they're objectively her favorite taste and more that they're her thing. it's fun having a thing!

odile likes delicate textures like flaky pastries and watermelon, and doesn't like purely glop-based foods like oatmeal, though it's tolerable with a crunchy topping. she really enjoys a good meat, like a nice herby steak or buttery pork belly. she doesn't dislike sweets, but she doesn't indulge in them in often; when she does, she prefers lemony desserts or bitter chocolate. she finds most foods tolerable at least, and especially likes sharp flavors, like vinegar and vodka!

[yukidragon]

Ian was saying that more complex toppings were more ‘mature’ (as opposed to plain cheese pizza which admittedly is popular with children) plus cashews are expensive/fancy/healthy. Is he trying to project a more sophisticated image or something?

Is poor Sunshine the familiar, reliable but boring childhood comfort food he’s leaving behind to try something (or someone) more adventurous and glamorous?

Does he at one point start to see himself as outgrowing them? (In the opening of the game Sunshine expresses the opposite, implying Ian is the one childhood thing they’re nostalgic for. Ouch.)

He seems to talk about cheese pizza like they always get it, like it’s the safe fallback option… hmmm…

Googling brings up stuff about cashews being offered as a pizza topping in some places in the Northwest, others say it originated from some place in California called Dave’s Gay 90s. Can’t speak to the truth of that and don’t know why a young man living in Texas wants it, but perhaps it reflects his aspirations.

California is apparently home to a number of actors that have made it big and perhaps that’s where his acting school is?

So the cheese pizza is his safe childish past with Sunshine and the Californian cashew pizza topping is symbolic of the acting success he’s hoping his adult future will be?

I don’t know, I’m not American

Your analysis is very insightful. I think you did a great job with it. I really like the idea of the pizza being a metaphor for MC and Ian's relationship.

It would sadly make a lot of sense that part of why Ian cheated was because he outgrew the relationship and MC. It/they didn't satisfy him anymore. He wanted new, exciting, more mature things. MC was safe, nostalgic... a piece of Ian's childhood.

It makes sense too why after Ian cheated, MC recklessly abandons anything nostalgic. They're trying to move on from those feelings that Ian took for granted after the cheating tainted them.

It also makes sense why Ian is so desperate to get MC back, as new things, however exciting, are scarier than something safe and familiar.

Sometimes I've heard stories about couples that were together for years since they were teenagers who clicked just right and seemed perfect for one another... only to end abruptly when one partner suddenly starts wanting more. They want to explore independence, other relationships, and everything the world has to offer. They could even regard their partner as perfect even while their feelings have cooled, lamenting that if only they met later in life when they were ready to settle down in a serious relationship... then everything would feel perfect. They wouldn't be feeling this restlessness. The relationship would actually feel satisfying to them.

Then those same restless exes, after cheating, breaking up, whatever, and losing their former partner... They discover that they miss their ex despite being the one to break their former lover's heart when seeking freedom. The other relationships, though exciting, aren't as fulfilling as the childhood sweetheart they dumped. If they can at least stay friends then there's a chance of getting back together, but if not... then it becomes terrifying as their safety net is gone.

Speaking of the fallback option, there's this one picture that isn't necessarily canon where Ian talked about MC as if they were his fallback option if acting didn't work out.

Credit, as always, goes to the awesome Sauce. Sorry about the cropping, but tumblr will not accept what's to the left of this image. You can check the full NSFW version out here if you want to see Ian and MC going at it.

BTW consider checking out the SnaccPop Studios Patreon. It's got a lot of other nice and spicy things. Just don't repost anything posted there.

Ian might be showing his insecurity here, but consider the timeline. If acting worked out, he leaves MC to go to his fancy acting school. There, he seems to have made it as a model and actor... and it's (presumably) where he cheated. He got what he wanted, all the excitement and fame of the life of an actor... including an exciting tryst... then he realized that he betrayed all his ideals, everything he said before about only loving and wanting MC, and his relationship with MC all for one moment of excitement.

MC was the comfortable option, the nostalgic option, the safe option... but sometimes a person just wants to take risks, to "grow up" and be adventurous... and sometimes that leads to reckless decisions, like what happened with Ian.

We might not know for sure exactly what led Ian to cheat, but he knows he messed up, as he admits to himself in the demo. He knows he wrecked a good thing... and that's why he's so desperate to get his safe nostalgia back.

Guess cashew pizza wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, was it, Ian?

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[lampochkaart]

I know this is unrelated to Danganronpa, I apologize in advance. I only ask this with respect and hopes to understand. As an aroace person such as yourself, do you find romance (particularly with shipping) to be appealing as long as it isn't in your own personal life? I'm sorry my hetero ass is struggling to understand, I just want to be a better ally.

Hi, anon! You don't have to apologize, I don't mind talking about something other than Danganronpa X)

I'm rambling here for quite a while, maybe a got a little carried away, because the subject of ramance is quite complex

Every aromantic and/or asexual person is different. Everyone has different experiences so there's no universal rule. I'd suggest, if you want to be supportive to your aromantic friends, you should ask them how do they personaly feel about romance and shipping. Are they comfortable with this topic in general? Are they fine with it as long as it doesn't involve them, or would they rather avoid romace completety whenever they can? Everyone feels differently about that, so it's better to ask people's opinion on that topic rather than trying to find one universal rule.

If you're not asking that because of some specific people that you know, but because you want to support aro people in general, I think a good idea might be to look at some aromantic themed blogs, or read some of people's personal experiences for a better understanding of the topic.

I think it's posible explain aromaticism with an analogy. Let's say, romance is some kind of food, like an apple for example. A lot of people like apples and eat them often. However, there are people who dont. Some people can't stand the sight of apples. Some people can eat apples sometimes even though they don't like them very much. Some people don't want to eat apples themselves, but are completely fine with other people eating them. And so on, and so on.

Romantic attraction (and romance as a concept) is as different for everyone as food preferences. Some people just don't like some things. Everyone is different.

As for my personal experiences... I don't necessary hate the idea of a partner, but I think I'm very picky so I would be hard for me to find ideal option. I'm not opposed to the idea of having a partner, but I don't feel the need to have one. The moment when I realised that I'm actually aromantic was when I realised that people are not just being overdramatic when they complain about not wanting to be single. A lot of people genuinely feel upset when they don't have a partner/partners. It's not just a joke that people make. For a lot of people romantic relationships are very important. Never in my life I felt like I need to be in a romantic relationship and I never really questioned this. It took some time for realisation that not everyone feels like that to actually sink in.

When it comes to shipping, well. I like romance, but I don't really like plain romance. I like when characters have something else in their relationship aside from romance. They could be friends, enemies, rivals, collegues, allies, etc. Anything really. I just want something else going on with them aside from being romantic partners. I think it might even be better to put it this way. I like when romace is secondary to the primary character dynamic. Like, they're best friends first or they're rivals first, before they're romantic partners. It's some primary dynamic to which romance is added, instead of it being the other way around and this dynamic being just the flavor to romance. When the relationship borders between platonic and romantic, but perhaps gravitates more toward the romantic. I hope this makes sense.

I am not saying this is the only right way for interesting relationships, but it's just the way I prefer it.

So, in short, I do find romance appealing, but with some requirements.

Thank you for your question! You were very respectful an polite. Hope I explainded it alright. If you have more questions or don't exactly understand something here feel free to ask. Have a great day!💜💫

[kayy-writes]

Human Comforts

Castiel x Reader

Warnings: none, just domestic fluff.

Word Count: 794

A/N: Here’s a little Castiel for you all. Please excuse my lack of editing. Feedback is appreciated!

You stood in the bunker’s comfortably simple kitchen, pouring water into the large, fancy coffee maker you had gotten Sam for Christmas. He said that he wanted to share it with everyone, which you knew he would, so it was almost like a gift for yourself too.

Footsteps behind you caught your attention. As you turned towards your new company, a smile curled over your lips at the sight of that tattered, khaki trench coat.

“Good morning, Cas,” you greeted the handsome angel as he approached you. His arms encompassed your waist, and he pressed a kiss just below your ear.

“Good morning.” His voice was raspy, as it usually was in the morning. Not that he slept, being an angel and all. But, most nights, he entered some kind of ‘standby mode’ as you called it. When he woke from that state, he was just as groggy as you always were when waking up.

You turned in Cas’s grasp, cup of coffee in hand. “Would you like some? I know you can’t taste it, but—”

“Please,” he answered with a charming smile. You nodded, gently escaping from his grasp and reaching for a mug. The plain, white object matched the one had filled for yourself only a few moments earlier. The Winchesters had simple taste, which meant they cleaned all the dishware that came with their new eclectic home and never felt the need to buy anything fancier.

After pouring coffee into Cas’s mug, you handed it to him, then led him to the small table against the other wall. You sat beside him, leaning your head against his broad shoulder.

“Are the brothers still asleep?” you asked in a whisper. Cas nodded.

“When I passed Dean’s room, I could hear him snoring. Sam was quiet, but still asleep.” He took a sip of his coffee, then placed it on the table in front of him. “Given the adventure they had over the last few days, they are going to need coffee as well.” You laughed, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I made plenty. That thing holds twelve cups.” You giggled, taking another sip. Then, you peered up at Cas. “You never answered my question.”

Cas tilted his head. “What question?” You shrugged.

“Why do you drink coffee if you can’t taste it?” Cas smiled and nodded.

“Well, it’s warm, which I find soothing. And it makes me feel a little more connected to human life. You drink coffee every morning, and in the afternoon on occasion. Sam and Dean do the same, as does a lot of humankind.” He took another sip. You pursed your lips and furrowed your brow.

“Do you feel left out a lot? From human stuff? You know, being an angel and all?” Cas shrugged.

“Sometimes. For the short time I was human, I enjoyed the taste of food, and the simplicity of daily human life. But I don’t miss having to urinate.” You chuckled, taking another sip.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.”

Cas smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “But living with humans sometimes makes me feel like the odd-man-out. So, I participate in any human activities I can.”

You nodded, your curiosity growing. “What’s the best thing you’ve encountered on Earth? The best human thing, I mean.”

Castiel sighed, then smiled. “Emotions. Human emotions are beautiful, complex, and perplexing. But the passion humans feel towards their emotions is one of the most incredible things I’ve studied.” You nodded slowly.

“What’s your favorite emotion?” You knew it was a weird question, but you didn’t care. Castiel was one of the first beings to never judge you.

“Love,” he answered, smiling softly. You nudged his side and snorted a laugh.

“You cheeseball.”

Cas furrowed his brow but ignored your teasing. “It’s true. I see how people love their families, their hobbies. Love drives the human need to care for others, even those they don’t know. And when I met you, I understood the full intensity of love. It’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“I love you too, Mr. Hallmark Channel.” Cas rolled his eyes, as he usually did when he didn’t understand your references. You leaned up, kissed his cheek, then leaned against him.

But Cas’s hand reached down and lifted your head back up forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft under the artificial light that filled the room. He smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. A familiar warmth filled you, as it did every time your bodies made contact. Then, he pulled away, pulling you against his side.

The two of you just sat there and drank your coffee, enjoying each other’s company as you waited for the brother to wake up.

[ravensbug]

Beautiful

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Ship: Lin Beifong x reader

Request: No

Prompt: “It’s beautiful”

Summary: You’ve been stuck at home ever since you broke your leg. Lin refused to even let you go to the precinct to work at your desk. Seeing as you had nothing to do at home you decide to paint, seeing as it has been years since you’ve done so. Lin comes to visit to see how you're doing and admires your paintings. She visits more often to see how they’re going.

You picked up the two-inch brush and primed your canvas with turpentine. You decided you were going to use oil paints today, rather than the watercolor you’d been using for the past week. It was a change of pace since oil paint took much longer to dry. It allowed for more complex ideas and significantly more details.

You were always fond of painting animals, either from memory or when they would sit outside your window. You mostly painted birds, but there were a few cats and dogs scattered throughout your list of paintings.

Switching to a different brush, you situated yourself in a more comfortable position in your chair. Painting was much easier when you were standing, but your broken leg didn’t allow you to do that. It was more like Lin wouldn’t allow you to. She would scold you if she came over to find you standing while painting.

You really wished you two could spend more time together, but being a cop was a time consuming job for the both of you. More so for Lin, being the Police Chief and all.

Her visits were always nice. She would usually come with food, knowing you spend all day painting without a break. Of course she wouldn’t have eaten either, so she couldn’t judge you too harshly.

Today you decided to paint a raven, by far your favorite bird. Even though it’s feathers were all black, you were able to put so much color and detail into them. Of course feathers were still a pain in the ass to paint. If even one was off by size, color, or even shading you had to repaint it.

But that’s what made oil paint so much better than watercolor for this. If it didn’t look right then you could fix it. The paint didn’t dry right away. It was a nice ‘cheat’ as you would call it, even though it wasn’t cheating.

The downside was that the paint didn’t dry right away. Kind of redundant, but you couldn’t do too much work all in one day. The paint had to dry so you could add some details without the colors mixing. Things like eyes would be done last to avoid any chance of the paint getting wet.

You took a small amount of the general paint colors and painted over your sketch. You could still see the sketch, but there was a light layer of colored turpentine now covering it.

Turpentine was very important for oil paints. The paint refuses to attach itself to the canvas without it. It also serves as the cleaning agent, as water only moves the paint around everywhere.

You took some of the grey and began with the beak of the bird. Starting at the top was important to avoid smudging. You also had the background to worry about, but that would come last. You would rather be able to remove the excess paint covering the raven than paint over the background and have layering issues.

Once you were satisfied with the color and shading of the beak you moved on to the head. Black paint would be what you used for the most part. The eye, and the shading around it would come last, but it was still black.

You painted the small feathers that stick out from its head as well as the ones that cover some of the beak. The paint was nice and smooth, so you could get fine lines out of it when you needed to.

You painted down the neck and stopped before the wings began. It’s important to know that with oil paint you work from dark to light, rather than from light to dark. Lighter oil paints, like white, can never truly be covered once added. You avoid this by always adding less white until you get the desired shade.

Once you added the small details to add definition to the head and neck you began work on the wings. The most painstaking part of the painting. You started with the left wing first, which was at an angle. Less feathers to paint and it allowed you to get a technique figured out for this painting.

Because of the background you had chosen, a cherry blossom tree, you decided that the highlights on the feathers would include some green and even a hint of blue. It created a contrast that was noticeable, but wasn’t ugly.

The top of the wing was much easier to deal with as it was made up of smaller feathers. Since the wings were both tucked in you could get away with only using vague highlights to show off the small feathers. You knew you would come back to them eventually, either later while painting or when you finally decided you needed to fix it. For now it looked fine.

Moving down to the individual feathers you painted them one by one. Not just plain black either. Full shading on each feather before you moved onto the next. And if the previous feather didn’t look right after you finished another you would go back until it looked right. This was tedious and sometimes annoyed the hell out of you, but making these feathers look right was your main priority.

About halfway through the first wing you threatened to rip the canvas in half. The feathers weren’t cooperating like you wanted and there was the nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that you could never get them right.

Oh the perks of being able to paint. On one hand it relaxed you and kept you from thinking about being stuck in your apartment all day. On the other it pissed you off to no end when you couldn’t get something exactly right.

You eventually gave into your frustration when you threw the brush at the painting. It didn’t ruin anything thankfully, but it made you feel better.

Sitting back in your chair you couldn’t help but scold yourself for being stuck in this situation. You were always careful when it came to using your cables and zipping around the city or down from one of the blimps. But as life would have it you still weren’t careful enough.

Your fall wasn’t life threatening in any way, thankfully. Lin wouldn’t have known what to do if it had been. It was maybe fifteen or twenty feet from the ground when your cable suddenly snapped. There was training for these instances and you knew what to do.

You had used your other cable and attached it to a nearby building. It helped angle your descent to not have as much of impact which was the key to why you weren’t injured anymore. But you still managed to land awkwardly, catching your foot on a small hole in the street and breaking plenty of bones.

The adrenaline of the whole situation caused you to not feel anything, which was for the better. You tried standing up, but when your leg refused to hold your weight you knew something had happened.

Lin ignored whatever they had come to do in the first place and ran over to you. You weren’t crying, but there was a sense of sadness or disappointment around you.

No matter how many times you and the doctor told Lin you were going to be ok she never really believed it until you got home. You would have a cast on for six months or more if you tried to use the leg. You knew it would be more because you were stubborn as hell.

You didn’t want this to stop you from working, even if you were stuck at your desk for those six plus months. Lin, however, refused to let you come to work. She personally walked with you back to your apartment after you had come to the station the day after getting injured.

Lin would rather you be in a wheelchair than crutches, but she knows she can’t control everything you do. She remembers that you can handle yourself even if you’re more vulnerable now. She spends more time with you because of that, but neither of you complain.

Once you were done reminiscing about how you got to where you were right now you took a deep breath. Art wasn’t easy, you knew that. Being out of practice wasn’t much help either.

You picked up the brush from its spot on the floor and cleaned it off. The floor had some paint on it, but it was nothing a rag couldn’t clean up. At least it wasn’t a spill.

After another deep breath you went back to the feathers. Taking that short break to let out your frustration worked well. Whatever was stopping you from figuring out had left your mind. You could see that it was simply how wide the feather was. A stupid mistake that you scolded yourself for.

Finishing the wing became much easier now. It wasn’t faster because even though there were less feathers as you went down they also got longer.

You noted that you might have to change the shading after getting an idea. It was only a maybe though. Making it seem like there were flowers above the bird and out of view was hard, but not impossible. You would come back to that idea later.

The body in between the wings was left unshaded. Plain black was enough since your light source would make it shadowed anyway.

Now came the second wing. It would have to take much more time and patience for you to do this one, as you could see more of it than the other wing. Thinking you had plenty of time left in the day to finish the painting you started on the wing. You only stopped when you heard the lock of your door turn.

Were you startled by it? Yes, you definitely were. But it could be argued that Lin was more startled by having a knife floating inches from her face as she opened the door.

“Lin! Spirits you scared me!” you guided the knife back to the counter.

“I’m glad you’re prepared for intruders,” She seemed unphased even though you knew better than to think that.

“C’mon. You don’t need to be the high and mighty Chief of Police here,” you smirked. That was one of the things she had started to do around you. Let down her guard. It was rare for her to do that and you felt appreciated knowing she did that around you.

“I brought you dinner.” she lifted the bag of food in her hand. It was for both of you, but she wouldn’t say that out loud.

“You’ve been working on that all day haven’t you?” she placed the food down on the counter and walked over to you. She studied the painting while waiting for you to respond.

“Apparently I have,” you sighed. “I don’t even know the time.” You leaned over and looked at the clock. Seven in the evening.

“Well you got off early,” you smiled at Lin. It was rare for her to get off anytime before eight.

“Wanted to see how you were doing, that’s all,” there was a small grin that showed on her lips. You wondered if she left early on purpose just to see you.

“So what did you get us this time?” You added the us last second. You two had eaten dinner together so much in the past few weeks that it was the new normal for you two.

“Kwong’s,” she answered.

“No way! You didn’t?” You got up out of your chair and hobbled over, without your crutches. You were excited, who could blame you?

Kwong’s was something you had only a few times in your childhood, saved for ultra rare occasions, like your graduation.

When you made it over to the counter you saw that Lin had indeed gotten you two Kowng’s.

“How the hell did you get Kowng’s? They’ve been filled with customers for months.” Lin turned when she saw that you were now next to her. You knew your question wouldn’t be answered because of the scowl on her face.

“You have crutches, please use them. I’d like you back in the station as soon as possible,” she scolded you. It wasn’t her usual tone that she gave newbies at the station or even vets who were on her nerves. There was worry rooted deep in her voice. She cared about you, you knew that.

Lin walked over to where your crutches rested and grabbed them for you. She handed them to you and you reluctantly took them and put them under your arms.

“I’ll get the food ready, you go sit down. Use your crutches this time,” she told you.

You stuck your tongue out at her as you made your way to the table. If anyone else had done that, they would have been dead. But you weren’t anyone and you figured that out when you got injured.

You had speculated that Lin had liked you after the fourth day of her bringing dinner, as an excuse to see you. She would always say she was checking in, lying to herself about why she came to see you every time.

Once you had confirmed it, which was hard to do, you tried to get her to admit it for a while. You knew nothing could make Lin blush, let alone laugh, so when you were able to do both, that was the confirmation. That happened almost a week ago. Her hesitation to tell you frustrated you to no end, much like the feathers on your raven had.

Lin placed the take out boxes on the table and grabbed plates from your cabinets. Once they were on the table you both served yourselves some food.

Talk was usually minimal when you two were eating. You occasionally asked about what was happening at the station and Lin would usually tell you. She would grumble about it of course, because everyone there seemed to think her advice or orders didn’t matter to them. You would always listen, only sometimes saying things back to her about whatever she was grumbling about.

Today there was a strange call in and Lin couldn’t even finish telling you what happened before you were laughing your head off. You laughing brought a smile to her face because it was the first good thing that happened to her today.

When you two finish eating Lin is the one to clean everything up. You protest by trying to get up, but your leg seems to have a mind of its own and sends a wave of pain up your spine. You winced and sat back down in defeat.

Lin gave you another glare, but it was still soft. No anger was present, she couldn’t be angry at you. She would have done the same thing if it was her with the injury. Nothing would have stopped her from continuing to work in the station. Well you probably would and Lin would listen to you.

That was another thing that Lin would let only you do, argue. She would shut everyone else down immediately. Of course when she had tried to do that to you, you didn’t cower away like everyone else. You stood your ground against her and she admired that about you.

When she finished cleaning up dinner she moved to grab her coat and leave. You didn’t want her to. It was always what she did. Come in, eat dinner, and leave. It was nice and all, but you felt lonely cooped up all day.

“Could you stay? At least for a little while?” you asked. You sounded more desperate than you wanted, but it was how you felt.

Lin had stopped putting her coat on and looked at you. You felt like you made a mistake, but it was too late to go back now.

“We don’t have to talk or anything, I just don’t want to be alone.” You really sounded desperate now. You scolded yourself in your head for it.

“Sure,” she hesitated. “Of course.” She didn’t know why she hesitated to answer. Of course she wanted to spend time with you, that’s why she came over with dinner all the time. Bringing dinner was just the excuse though.

“You can continue painting if you want,” she suggested. You thought about it and then shrugged.

“I think I’m done working on that for today. It’s already made me frustrated enough,” you glared at the painting like that would do something.

“Are you having trouble?” she asked in disbelief. She was walking closer to the painting again, looking it over for a second time.

“Yeah, feathers are a lot harder than you think. It still doesn’t look perfect.” you had come over to the painting, on your crutches, and stood next to Lin.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” she told you. “It’s beautiful.”

It was your turn to blush for the first time. You didn’t know if Lin wanted you to blush or not, but that wasn’t important. What she said was. She had always complimented your art when she came over, but it was always “This looks nice,” or a simple “Wow”. Her calling your art beautiful was like her holding your heart in her hands. Surprisingly soft for someone compared so closely to the element she could bend.

“T-Thanks,” you muttered.

“It’s been awhile since someone’s seen my art let alone compliment it,” you explained. Like that was the only reason for you to be flustered.

“I don’t understand why you ever stopped.” She looked at some of your finished watercolor paintings that were hanging by clips in front of your window.

“I never had the time when I was always at the station. I tried for a few months, but it just became stressful rather than relaxing,” you explained.

She had stopped and looked at one particular painting that stood out from the rest. It was the only non-animal painting you had. Still watercolor of course, which made it even more brilliant in Lin’s opinion.

She recognized it in a second. It was the view of the city from her office. You had painted her office. She smiled as she looked over the picture. She couldn’t see any mistakes. You truly strived for perfection in this painting.

“Oh,” you realized which painting she was looking at. “I was really missing the station that day. It made me feel better having some part of it here, even if it was a painting.”

Lin felt honored that you had chosen the view from her office as the part of the station you wanted to paint. She felt so gullible right now. Both of you felt that way.

“Thank you for always coming over,” you had said this a few times before over the past weeks.

“I honestly don’t know what I would do if you didn’t. I’d probably go crazy,” you laughed. That wasn’t entirely true. You would have found something to do, it wouldn’t have been as nice as having dinner with Lin, but it would be something.

“I’m sure you could’ve managed. Plus, there’s no one else checking up on you, so how am I supposed to know how you’re doing?” she raised an eyebrow at you.

“You could let me work at my desk,” you suggested.

“That’s not happening as long as you have that on your leg.” She pointed to the cast on your leg.

“I am perfectly capable of handling myself,” you argued.

You shouldn’t have argued. You knew that as soon as a sly smirk appeared on Lin’s face.

You had been leaning on your crutches while Lin had been talking to you. She knew that’s what you were doing and took advantage of that. She simply kicked one of the crutches out from underneath you and sent you falling to the ground.

“Shi-” You couldn’t react in enough time to find something to stop you from falling. You didn’t need to find anything because Lin wasn’t actually going to let you hit the ground.

You felt the wire wrap around your waist and hold you in your almost fallen position. You looked up at Lin who still had that smirk on her face.

“Y’know you really are mean,” you said jokingly. She grabbed your arm and pulled you back up. You leaned on her for support since you had dropped your other crutch while falling.

“I try,” she smiles. “Comes with the job.”

“Yet you rarely are to me.” you continued to lean on her.

“Because I don’t need to be with you. You actually listen to what I say,” she told you. You weren’t the only person who listens to her, Mako occasionally does, but that’s only after she scolds him.

“One, you’re my boss and two its kind of hard to ignore what you say,” you explained. Was this you admitting how you sometimes got lost in whatever she was saying? Yes it was.

“Everyone else has a pretty easy time ignoring me,” Lin counters. She took what you said as a compliment, in a way. She wasn’t sure what you were trying to say, so she couldn’t tell herself that it was really a compliment.

Your words were caught in your throat. How exactly could you tell her that you got lost in her voice. That sometimes your heart flutters around her the same way you know hers does around you. You really couldn’t explain in words. So you didn’t.

Did you regret moving in to kiss her? No, not one bit. Hell you were glad you finally did it because you knew Lin had been dodging around her feelings for weeks.

Her arms snaked around to hold you by the waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck. It felt so good, it felt perfect. You wanted to stay like that forever. But unfortunately both of you still need air to breath so you have to stop.

“You…” Lin began before pausing.

“Oh don’t act coy with me. You don’t think I’ve figured out why you come here so often?” You watched embarrassment flood her face.

“Not that I would have wanted it any differently,” you smiled. That made her feel better.

“Am I not allowed to worry?” She asked. She looked at you and the shell, the armor, that she wore to keep her emotions hidden was off. She was out in the open, her heart in your hands.

“You are. I’m glad you do,” you were still smiling. Of course you wanted her to worry, it made you feel loved.

“I still want to go back to my desk though,” you complained.

“What am I going to do with you?” she sighed.

“Love me?” you gave her a cheesy grin.

She rolled her eyes and kissed you again. Mostly to make sure you weren’t going to ask to go back to the station. You were hers to protect and she was going to make sure that you stayed here until your leg healed. Even if she didn’t bring dinner every night.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Betrothred Ch. 2 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Chapter 2: Bonding

Summary: You’re slowly accomodating to living in your new household, but getting close to your partner is harder than expected.

Warnings: Self doubts, maybe.

Words: ~1600

Song used: Rise Against - Hero of War

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The following weeks were uneventful, considering that you weren’t allowed to leave the Zoldyck property at all.

Since you were now considered a Zoldyck, a great deal of people would now see you as their target. An easy one too, because you weren’t even half as strong as the rest of the family.

Some would even go as far as to say you’re now Illumi’s weak spot - even though your husband was confident in his ability to protect you.

Anyway, you would need to spend your days on Kukuroo Mountain until the head of the family evaluated you to be strong enough to defend yourself even without Illumi at your side. Only then you’d be allowed to go on missions again.

Even though you had all comforts one could wish for, it was pretty boring in here with no one around except for this unsettling distanced family members. Most of the time they’d just mind their own business unless it’s about work.

There was also the crippling feeling of uselessness plagueing your mind. You tried to compensate for it through your efforts, though.

You and Illumi were living in the main residence, of course, yet had a wing completely build solely for the two of you. It was just like a small but luxury apartement, with a great bathroom, kitchen and whatever else one would need.

Especially the balconry was to your liking. You prefered to spend your time there, simply enjoying the sounds of nature.

It was a day like all the ones before, with you trying to pass time through educating yourself. Might be useful somehow.

You immediately heared a crack of the main door, jumping up from your seat to greet him.

Illumi had been away on a mission for three weeks already, and you just couldn’t wait to see him again. You stopped yourself in front of him, knowing close physical contact was discomforting to the man.

“Welcome home, master.” Just as you were about to take a bow, Illumi brought his hand to your chin and lifted it once again.

“No need to be so formal” he spoke, and you had to admit that the stoic sound of his voice had somehow become calming to you. “I’m your husband now. Just call me like you did before.”

“I missed you, Lumi.” You had just realized it yourself, yet had already blurted it out aloud. How embarassing...

“Oh? That’s good, I think.” He tapped his chin like he’d always do to muse aloud, trying to cover up that this much affection overstepped the limits of his emotional capability.

Trying to change the topic, you just now remembered the heavy storm that was raging outside. “You’re dripping wet!”

“So?” He tilted his head in confusion, still standing at the entrance as you wrapped a towel around his shoulders.

Hunger, cold, sleep deprivation, pain...

Even though none of these could hinder him from functioning, you assumed the feeling was still bothersome. The cold could still affect him that way.

For a second, you had to laugh at yourself. Worried, about him of all people? Ridiculous.

“Take your clothes off” you demanded, a warning finger swirling in the air. “I’ll run you a bath.”

In his free time, Illumi seemed even more like an empty shell. You could say he was pretty boring, even.

But it was fun to teach him all kinds of new stuff - things he was never able to experience or enjoy. Could he even feel something like that?

Since Illumi was raised to be absent of any hopes or desires, he obviously didn’t follow any hobbies either. Except for work, training and the well-being of his family, nothing seemed to be of real importance for him.

So he’d simply shrug it off, following your orders since he had nothing better to do anyway. “As you wish.”

When your husband stepped into the bathroom you had prepared for him, the air was scented with a floral fragrance. You even had lighted a few candles, enveloping the room in a dim light.

It was hard not to stare at the slender man, but you peeked a time or two: His porcellain skin was covered in several scars, and he was more muscular than you had imagined.

In an unconventionalway, he looked like a piece of art.

“Come on in!” you cheered, gesturing towards the perfectly warm water. As he sunk down into the tub, you chuckled at how stiffly he was sitting inside. “Lean backwards, like this!”

You adjusted yourself on a chair next to the bathtub, beginning to gently wash his hair. “Close your eyes” you cooed, gently massaging his neck before running your fingers along his shoulders.

And after a while, his rigid body slowly began to relax - a small feeling of achievement blooming in your chest.

Picking up a comb from the edge of the sink, you began to run it through his silky hair. It almost made you fuming again about how he once wanted to cut it off, because it was ‘a hindrance in battle’.

Yet you couldn’t help it, for the calming atmosphere made you start singing out of a whim:

“A hero of war Is that what they see Just medals and scars So damn proud of me And I brought home that flag Now it gathers dust But it's a flag that I love It's the only flag I trust”

Illumi’s eyes opened slowly, dark orbs pinning you as you detected some kind of wonder in them. “Y/N?”

“Y-Yes?!” The closeness you had craved so bad had you forget about who exactly you were trying to indulge.

“Why did you agree to marry me?” Now where did that question come from?!

"Huh? I- umm...” You began to stammer, frantically scanning your mind for an answer. “Because I like you, I guess.”

You didn’t dare to say love - not yet at least. Maybe someday...

“Mhh. I see.” Illumi turned his head away and closed his eyes again, almost as if zoning out. “I knew you were clinging to unnecessary sentiments, but I didn’t think they’d go this far.”

Was that a compliment or an insult? You didn’t know, but somehow felt offended.

"And why did you ask me to marry you in the first place?”

You just couldn’t help but pitying yourself right now. Of course you were sparring as much as your body could handle, yet at the moment all you could provide for your husband were kind gifts and actions.

“I thought I already made myself clear: You’re an extraordinary individual, and I thought you to be a fitting mate.”

Wow.

“You must be tired” you murmured as you softly rubbed his temples, trying to change the topic.

How stupid of you to think he was actually capable of feeling such a complex emotion - and yet you were disappointed.

“How odd” Illumi suddenly vocalized his cogitation, then falling silent again.

“What is it?” you inquired as you patiently encoated his hair with a towel.

“How very odd” he repeated once again, seemingly overchallenged.

No use in talking this over, huh...

“Let’s get you to bed” you chanted, still all friendly and he wondered why you’d bother yourself with things he could easily do himself.

Truth be spoken: Illumi Zoldyck would most likely forget to eat or clean himself way longer than necessary. Taking basic care for himself was just not present in his mind, and more than often he’d do it pretty sloppy just to get it over with quick.

Wrapping the heavy blanket over yourself, Illumi’s stiff posture was a huge contrast to the soft bed. Only looking at him made you uncomfortable.

And yet: Sharing this bed together, you were glad that he gave you the freedom to decide when you were ready to, well...take the next step.

There was no need to hurry, he once told you. Since you were now all his.

Even in the dark you could spot the emotionless black pit that was his orbs. But you saw something different: You liked to imagine the universe in them, and the brightw stars to be only hidden from plain sight.

“How do you feel?” you spoke softly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep for a long time anyway.

“Indifferent.”

You didn’t expect anything else, to be honest. “Well, I’m grateful.”

“What for?” Sometimes it felt as if he’d only fake interest, but even that you were happy about - because it gave you hope that at least somehow, he was trying to make you feel home.

Maybe you were just imagining things, though.

“Oh” you started, giggling shyly. “Many things: That you stepped into my life, for example. Chosing me as your partner. Or simply for you coming home safely, and that you’ve let me spoil you a little.”

The absence of an answer made you think he already fell into a dreamless slumber, so you decided to give him some rest. He probably had a harsh mission and right afterwards you had clung on him, almost as if he was a social experiment.

This whole day probably was a little much for someone who had never felt a single pleasant bodily contact before.

Little did you know that your husband was still wide awake, yet deeply buried in thought.

Yes.

Your presence seemed to be beneficial in other ways than practical, he concluded.

But how exactly? He was unable to put it in words.

Yet the rest of the evening, his mind was fogged by your lingering touch and the memory of your soothing voice.

To Illumi, the power you had over him was more dangerous than Nen itself.

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[missysvault]

Playing with Food

Summary: “Now: movies with me or leave me alone?” It’s Halloween and you want to watch your cheesy movie marathon in peace. Missy has other ideas.

Warnings: NSFW. Blood is mentioned, it’s present in a sexy way, but also serves a functional purpose on account of Missy being a blood-sucking creature, MIHOW

Word Count: 2970

A/N: Yes I know it’s mid-November.. Yes you’re still getting this vaguely October themed fic, I just wanted to write Missy as a vampire

The TARDIS should not be as dark as it was. Usually it was well-lit and easy to navigate, sympathetic to your poor sense of direction. Tonight though it wound endlessly and you were sure you were lost; you hoped someone would find you before you got in too deep. “Poppet, what are you up to all the way back here?” So this was her fault. The tone of Missy’s voice told you there was no way she’d just innocently come across you. Sometimes when she wanted a captive audience she’d get you so disoriented you had to rely on her to get back to a familiar area- it happened at least once a month. 

“If you wanted to play hide and seek, I would’ve liked to be told first.” You turned to face her, but she was much closer than expected and you stumbled back against one of the many doors on the wall. She was on you in a second, arms boxing you in on either side; you were a little taller than her, but she was by far stronger. Missy had you in her grasp as soon as she’d laid eyes on you.  Her teeth shone in the dark hallway, just barely reflected with the wall-mounted candlelight. Of course, she’d bother you on Halloween with her hunger, how appropriate. “Moreso, just ask if you want to bite me.” 

Missy’s face dropping into an exaggerated frown, making a disappointed noise. “Oh you’re no fun. Fine, let me bite you.” She said it matter-of-factly, not even bothering to make it sound like a request. If she was quick with it, you wouldn’t have minded, but theatrical as she was, Missy was determined to always make a long show of it and tonight, for once, you had plans. 

“No, Missy, I’m busy.” There was a movie marathon calling your name tonight and being late was not on the agenda. In a moment of boldness, you tried to escape her cage, but to no avail. One strong hand shoved you brutally back into the door, the heel of her palm digging into your abdomen with so much force you knew she was bruising you. “That hurts-“

“And being rejected hurts. We’re in the same boat.” She was being a child, most likely because she hadn’t eaten in a while. She did look a little bit more pale than normal, but her strength was clearly still present so it couldn’t be too bad, still enough to make her irritable. “I am letting you live here even though you’re no help to me,” Missy stepped forward, pressing her body to yours and sandwiching you between her and the door, “The least you could do is help me once in a while.” Her fingers ran over your neck, checking your pulse, all the while staring deep into your hesitant eyes. How dangerous she looked shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was and yet...

You sighed, trying to play off much cooler than you were. She’d never hurt you out of malice, but what she was capable of always stuck in your mind whenever the two of you butt heads. “We both know that’s untrue.” Missy wouldn’t let you touch anything critical without supervision if you’d tried, but she enjoyed your presence and so did the TARDIS. She was the one to ask you to stay. “Would you like to come watch cheesy 80’s Halloween movies with me, Missy?” Maybe you could distract her long enough to get through a film or two if you held out long enough. Your arms wound around her waist despite her hand still painfully pinning you to the closed door; sometimes a hug softened her for a short moment. The bared teeth grin on her face no longer scared you for things such as this; she had the complex of a small dog. 

“What I would like is to mark up that pretty neck of yours.” Missy’s gaze fixed to your throat, seemingly entranced, slowly moving forward until her mouth was at the base of your neck. Her tongue marked out the exact spot she sought to feast on, she did bite, digging into your skin until you were whimpering, helplessly caught between her and the door, but you never felt the sharpest of her teeth. “I could've been done by now.” 

“You wouldn’t unless I say you can,” you wheezed, clinging to whatever resolve you had left. Determined as she was, she’d bide her time until you gave into her willingly. It tastes infinitely sweeter that way, Missy always claimed. You didn’t know if that were true, but it certainly gave you some leeway in persuading her to wait. 

Missy pulled away, her face still too close to be read properly, but the challenge was clear on her face, “Yes I would.” This back and forth game amused you; maybe you could have more fun than just your traditional movie night alone. It was Halloween after all, some new entertainment would be a treat. Missy faltered for a split second and you gave one good push back against her and thankfully, her hand eased long enough for you to move more freely. 

“No, Miss, you wouldn’t.” Hand fully out of your stomach, you pushed off of the wall with Missy still in your grasp. With a small kiss pressed into her hair, you released her and took a few steps backwards down the hallway until you were a safe distance away, not daring to break eye contact with her. “Now: movies with me or leave me alone?” You were being braver than usual and you didn’t know why, perhaps the late hour made you more ambivalent to Missy’s threats, but why she was letting you get away with it was a bigger mystery. One thing you loved about Missy is how plain emotions read on her face. It took awhile for her to open up to you in such a way, but now you could read her like a book and when her expression mellowed from irate to complacent, you knew you had her for at least a bit. “Is it a movie then?” She stalked past you without a word and you followed, knowing she’d find your room faster than you could. 

You only expected to watch one movie with her; she wasn’t obligated to watch an entire marathon deep into the night, especially with how harshly she judged them. “Why is she running towards the lake?” You sighed and slumped down, resting your head on her chest. Missy was nice enough to insist you lay on her while you two binged the constant stream of cheesy 80s horror and you certainly weren’t one to ever protest that.

“Why are you still watching if you’re so upset?” It wasn’t that the movies were good, per se, but they were in season and you watched them every year, just for tradition. Usually it was a solo activity, free from criticism, but this year you’d spent more and more time with Missy and after your latest harrowing adventure, she’d convinced you to stay aboard the TARDIS with her a while longer and before you knew it, October was upon you. You’d missed out on a lot of things this year for her, but this was one event you could still enjoy and you thought sharing this with her might be nice. “No one’s forcing you here.” 

Missy groaned, her head hitting the headboard as it fell backwards. “I can’t spend time with my little human? I didn’t know how badly you wanted me gone.” Her hurt voice made you wary, of course you wanted her around. Hardheaded as she could be, you did love her. 

“It’s not that, Miss, I just… watching these every year means a lot to me.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to the arm she’d draped over your chest hours ago, patting her soft skin lazily with a gentle hand. “I am enjoying watching them with you though, no matter how much you say you hate them.” 

Missy huffed, but pulled you into her nonetheless, kissing the top of your head. “Maybe I don’t despise them…but they are taking your attention away from me.” She nuzzled her nose into your hair, calm and sweet as opposed to the young teens being slashed at on screen. Missy would never say it, but spending time with someone else was a big reason she’d asked you to stay; you’d heard her talking to the Doctor about how lonely travel could get, especially when gone for long stretches of time. You’d missed her when she set off for what was supposed to be quick, but ended up as five months and when she asked you to come with her again, you did, not wanting to chance losing her again. Watching dated horror movies wasn’t together wasn’t top on the list of things you’d expected to do while aboard, but you wouldn’t complain. 

Once the third movie started though, it seemed all bets were off. It was innocent cuddling at first, giving you gentle squeezes every once in a while and whispering funny Jason Vorhees jokes into your ear whenever the film tried to be too dramatic, but she had ulterior motives. Once she judged your guard lowered enough, Missy slid her hand over your inner thigh, rubbing in small circles with her thumb in a way she knew all too well you had a weakness for. This was her game; she’d waited for hours until you were sleepy, effectively weakened from laying securely in her arms all evening, poised and ready for the perfect time to strike- and you’d fallen right into it. Asking her to sit through a movie she had no interest in, why would she ever agree. No, she was interested in you or really, what you could provide for her. The hand not poised for attack at your hips now held your upper body securely against her where it had once been a lazy, comforting hold and as you tried to push yourself up and wiggle away, you realized you were effectively caught. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Serious as a funeral, my darling.” Her mouth still rested behind the shell of your ear and you could feel her predatory grin as she slipped past the stretchy waistband of your loose sweatpants. “Now, I’ve indulged you in your little Halloween fun, I think it’s my turn now, don’t you?” Mostly you were mad at yourself for falling into yet another one of her traps; you thought you’d diverted her, maybe that she’d given in and that was your fault. It was all you could do to try and focus on the television, but even there teens were hiding away in a barn to make out despite the murderer still on the loose. “Maybe if I take you out to a secluded lake like them, I could have you all to myself. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

You rolled your eyes noncommittally, much too distracted with how she was bunching your shirt into her hand, exposing your nipples to the cold air. “No, you only have me on a spaceship floating throughout the galaxy, too many other people to daydream about here.” Missy would drop you off in the middle of nowhere just to keep you to herself and the concept was way too appealing. 

“And yet you wouldn’t give me what I wanted,” she tsked, grabbing at your breast and rolling the tight bud under the cool pad of her thumb. “How disappointing.” It was awful really, how quickly and efficiently Missy could manipulate you like you were her own treasured piano. Your friends, Bill especially, would laugh if they saw how easily you folded for someone you were so heavily warned about, but it was worth it. “And here I thought you’d be my good girl.” 

“Missy-” She cut you off with a tug on the ear with her teeth, making you hiss. Movie all but forgotten, you wiggled under her, trying to shift your hips against her fingers to no avail, whimpering to an unsympathetic ear. She pinched hard at your flesh as a warning and you stopped squirming immediately. “Please? I’ll be good, promise.” You tilted your head to lock eyes with her, pleading silently for her to finally touch you properly and meeting only a borderline sadistic smile, you knew all was going according to her plan. 

Her fingers went wandering down your abdomen, a gentle touch turned harsh as she scratched her blunt nails back up, leaving bright red lines and spotty drops of blood in their wake. “Pleasee, I’ll be good, promise.” Missy was mocking you, taunting your change of tune from earlier that evening; she did that when she was particularly unforgiving, mocked you for giving into her. “You, dear girl, are lucky that I’m so nice.” Not the word you’d use to describe being lured into a trap with short-term domestic bliss, but nevertheless, you shuddered when she grabbed you through your underwear and as hard as you thought about putting up a fight, the idea of just melting into Missy and letting her take you over for however long she wanted was so hard to resist. So you didn’t. “Open up for your mistress, dear.” 

You did as she said, parting your legs to a sugar laced that’s a good pet that had you wetter than you’d ever admit and lithe finger slid past elastic fabric and over slick folds. “Don’t you ever get tired of getting exactly what you want?” It didn’t sound nearly as daring as you’d like, but it was all you could manage. A singular sure fingertip circled around your clit, teasing until your thighs twitched for her.

“Hmm..” Missy pondered, tapping her fingertips against you as you thought, “nope!” She slammed into you, two fingers deep, giggling at your surprised yelp as she stretched you with her curling digits. “Quite love it this way.” You bent your knees, planting your feet into the mattress for any kind of purchase against the sudden rapid assault below. There was no need for teasing tonight; Missy had you where she needed, now she wanted you riled and wanton, begging for her as soon as humanly possible and it wouldn’t take her long at all. 

In a matter of moments you were breathless, on the verge of collapse, clinging to Missy’s legs on either side of you, aching for her presence to ground you even as she mercilessly thrust into you. “Missy, I am begging you, just please-“ She expertly wrenched every moan and cry you could offer her, reveling in the power she held over you, but she wasn’t done yet. 

“Ooh, desperate now, are we?” Soft lips grazed over your neck, calm and cool where your blood pumped hot and fast, trying desperately to keep up. “Let me taste you and I’ll give you whatever you could possibly want.” You knew you were going to let her; it was a matter of when instead of if, especially as she held your orgasm in her hands. There was a pain that came with it, you knew from experience, but it was worth it for the thrill that came right after. Missy didn’t bite you often for your own good, she didn’t need to anyways, but when she wanted to, well, she always found a way. “I’ll clean up after, no mess this time.” Occasionally she left you bloody simply for the aesthetic of it all and you complained of ruined clothes and sheets, but honestly tonight you didn’t care either way. 

Your nod was barely there, easily could’ve been mistaken for just a twitch, but she understood. With a reverent kiss over the hickey she’d made in the hallway hours before, sharp fangs pressed into the thin skin of your neck, piercing with the swift accuracy of a needle. It hurt just like you remembered, but Missy was shushing you before you could cry out, cupping your head with her free hand, thumb brushing over your flushed cheek as an implied I love you while she held you close against her mouth. You were coming before you realized, overwhelmed with the combined rush of endorphins from her bite and the orgasm she tore mercilessly from your body. It should be impossible to feel this blissful, possessed, and so deeply wanted at the same time and yet… You made a passing note to your future self that you didn’t know why you ever resisted this at all- but then you realized she was forever intent on taking every ounce she could from you before you passed out. “You’re going to kill me…” 

She would never, not really. The first time you agreed, you were sure she’d quite literally bleed you dry, but she was careful, always in tune to when you’d given enough. Missy pulled away as you came down from your high, the dreaded sting on your neck promptly soothed over by her wet tongue. “Don’t be dramatic, you’re fine. I could do a lot more.” And she could, but she loved you and you amused her so she wouldn’t. If you had more control you’d reach to kiss those blood red lips, but you felt akin to a pile of jelly and it was all you could do to hazily smile in her general direction. Thankfully, Missy was aware how ‘lovey’ you could be and pressed her lips to yours, granting you a purposely messy kiss. You could feel her grin before she pulled back, fingers also slipping from you and placing them on your lips. She tapped your wet, parted lips until you let her in, sucking on instinct. “Be a good girl and suck, maybe I’ll let you come again.”

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sad smiles and false truth - chapter two

harry x reader & draco x reader

warnings; angst, unrequited love, swearing

series masterlist!

word count: 2200+

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Life seemed like an odd price to pay for death. What was more frightening, you thought, life or death? The prospect of the unknown and the loss of conscious self, or the prospect of the known and having almost no control of your conscious self? Sometimes, when you took the time to think about it, everything you were able to do in your life was based on the decisions of others or based on something you had absolutely no control over. One of them was easier to accept than the other.

“If you want to buy a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, then that can’t happen without Madam Rosmerta deciding to open the shop, sell butterbeer, us having the money to buy one, and the school allowing us to go to Hogsmeade,” you said, staring off into the distance.

“Y/N, will you shove off with your muggle philosophy?” Ron groaned, rubbing his temples.

“Muggle philosophy is actually very interesting, Ronald,” Hermione chimed in without glancing up from her morning paper.

“And besides, muggles think of fascinating ways to explain things,” you added.

Ron rolled his eyes, going back to his food and ignoring his headache from the early morning rise.

“Yeah, but butterbeer seems a little plain to be getting philosophical about. What about the meaning of the universe, or fate, or soulmates?” Hermione beamed, eyes igniting with the potential each explanation held.

“Hey! I’m not done with butterbeer. You can dive deeper and deeper. I could get all the way from butterbeer to the meaning of existence,” you smirked, taking the first bite of your food.

Ron furrowed his brows, his confidence in you lacking. But Harry said nothing, barely even given you a second glance. It was as if he hadn’t even noticed you. You were a little deflated, but you excused it as morning dreariness.

“Okay, maybe butterbeer has been left out of philosophy unfairly, but come on, I repeat, the universe? Soulmates? Fate?”

“Merlin, fine. I’ll indulge you,” you thought for a moment about your answer, “Soulmates are just what people in love use to describe their happiness to rub it in other people’s faces. Or what people use to comfort themselves about their crippling loneliness. And fate is just the word people use to comfort themselves about the unknown,” you shrugged, shovelling more food in your mouth.

“My, aren’t we cynical?” Hermione raised her eyebrows.

“Hold on a minute,” Harry perked up, seemingly having noticed you now.

“Oh here we go, Harry’s going to try to argue with someone who’s intellect tramples all over him,” Hermione scoffed.

“What did you mean about soulmates?” He asked, dismissing Hermione.

He wasn’t going to argue with you about love while thinking of Ginny, was he? Fucking hell, did he fall head over heels for her in one summer? He’d never been like this before, it was excruciatingly irritating.

“That’s not what soulmates are. Soulmates are the fates of two people connected and no matter what you say or do, you’ll always be linked to them...and love them,” he said breathily, eyes following Ginny as she walked past your table to sit with her friends.

You watched his head turn, finally left staring at the back of his head with a sullen expression. But Harry hadn’t described soulmates, he had described you and your unrequited love for stupid ‘the boy who lived’. You were not oblivious to how quickly and tightly love could take hold of someone.

It was by chance that most things were known or even felt. You couldn’t buy a butter beer if Madame Rosmerta hadn’t opened her shop, but you also wouldn’t buy one if you didn’t like them. But butterbeer was butterbeer and love has a million different philosophical explanations. People often looked to simple things to explain complex things, like looking at a single brick and calling it a house.

You can’t actually love someone without their consent. And you don’t choose who you get to love either. If feelings could be explained, then the world would be mundane and everyone the same. So being hurt was a part of life, but oh how you wished you hated butterbeer.

“Yeah, you’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you muttered, getting up and leaving them behind.

You wanted so desperately to turn around and see Harry coming after you, an apology ready on his lips, but instead you found him still staring at your superior: Ginny Weasley, the perfect girl. Tears threatened your stainless cheeks, but these ones wouldn’t fall, they were staying right where they were. When you reached the less suffocating air outside the hall, you heard someone calling your name.

“Harry’s an idiot,” Hermione sighed, catching up to you, “Look, I know you’ve never said anything, but I’m your best friend and I know things. I’m sorry,” she looked at you humbly, giving you a weak smile.

“You don’t have to be.”

“I’m sorry on his behalf, he’ll realise he should be soon enough,” she replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and walking you to the stairs.

Hermione left you for the first period of the school year, Ancient Runes, and you headed back to your dorm with the intention of reading the first three periods away. Getting lost in a world that wasn’t your own was a perfect way to escape.

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You found Hermione already queuing at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape’s class, as Hermione informed you since you didn’t hear it at the feast last night.

“Looks like they aren’t holding back with the homework this year,” you smirked, looking at all the extra books Hermione was cradling in her arms.

She glared at you without an ounce of humour and opened her mouth to speak when Snape emerged from the classroom, beckoning everyone in. You looked over your shoulder, hoping to see Harry and Ron trudging along the corridor and were, unusually, met with your hopes.

Hardly listening to Snape until he mentioned non-verbal spells, your ears pricked up nervously. He demanded you all pair up, and this left your eyes searching for Harry, but he wasn’t looking at you. So instead, with cheeks heated with embarrassment, you smiled at Hermione, who encouragingly smiled back at you, glancing briefly over to Harry with an unreadable expression.

Beginning the task set, Hermione struggled to cast a defensive spell effectively, trying over and over again until she was the first one in the class to perfect it.

“That was brilliant, Hermione! Want to swap?” You asked.

She nodded. Hermione raised her wand, ready to cast her jinx at you. She picked up jinxing non-verbally faster than the defensive spell, but from the first spell cast in your direction, protego shot from your wand with effortless ease and instincts you had not felt before. Your eyes widened at your wand, at your grip. Hermione showed no signs of envy as she looked up at you, but your eyes were caught on someone else entirely, lurking behind her.

It was Draco.

He was watching you, mouth slightly agape, as if he was impressed with someone other than himself. You looked over to Harry too, who was smiling proudly at you. He mouthed a little ‘well done’ and gave you a thumbs up–the first pleasant interaction you’d had with him in too long for being best friends. The butterflies had finally returned home after some time away, and in an odd way, you had missed them.

When the lesson was over, the four of you headed to the dungeons for potions lesson with your new professor, an old friend of Dumbledore’s Harry had met before the summer was over.

“Fuck, I left my textbook in DADA,” you sighed.

“You need a bag,” Hermione scolds, something she had repeated several times before.

You laughed, ruffling Hermione’s hair and rushing back to Snape’s class, hastening your steps as you glanced at the clock on the stone wall. You knocked on the door with a wince.

“Enter,” you heard a voice say from within.

“Sorry Professor, I think I left my potions textbook in here.”

“Well hurry up and then get out,” he snarled.

You rushed to the desk you’d been sitting at, but your book was nowhere to be found, not at your desk or any other. You knew you had it with you when you were there. You didn’t ask Snape if he had seen it, you couldn’t bear any snarky comment from him. Instead you decided to face professor Slughorn without your textbook and a late arrival.

“Sorry I’m late professor.”

Professor Slughorn narrowed his eyes at you, “That's quite alright, my dear. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he said gently, before turning back to address the rest of the class.

He cut off your voice and continued instructing the class–your textbook would have to wait. You looked over to Harry, Ron and Hermione but there was no room at their table, nor was there where Seamus sat with Dean. You winced, glancing over to where the Slyherins congregated in their special little corner, the only space left between Draco and Pansy. You were buying a bag for your books immediately, there would never be a chance for something like this to happen again. Forcing yourself towards his desk, you wondered what to say after the night before. Draco didn’t look up.

“Off you go!” Slughorn announced.

‘Off you go’? With what? You’d yet to explain your textbook was missing and that you needed to borrow one and now you’d missed the instructions. You turned around in your seat, looking for the professor who was hovering around Harry.

“Sir I- Ow!” You exclaimed, feeling something prod into your side.

You turned to its source, Draco, only to find that he was holding your textbook in his hand and reached out to you.

Philosophy: if Draco hadn’t found your textbook and taken it, you would have found it in the classroom where you had expected it to be, but you still would have been late to class, ending up next to Draco anyway. You had to dive deeper into your muggle philosophy…If you had followed Hermione’s long given advice of buying a bag for the books you often left in various places around school, this incident never would have happened. You thought of Hermione's suggestions earlier. Fate: you didn’t follow her advice, and the two paths you could have taken today would have led to the same outcome–sitting next to Draco in a potions lesson. So, you smiled and took the book from him, shifting in your seat to face towards your cauldron, resigned to the conclusion of your decisions.

“We’re doing Draught of Living Death,” Blaise explained, before getting up with Draco and retrieving the ingredients they needed to brew the tricky potion.

Neither you nor Draco said another word to each other the entire lesson, there were only tentative glances stolen and shy smiles stretching across your lips alone. You kept looking towards Hermione with a pleading expression, each time her hair bigger and bushier than before, which at least provided you with a margin of entertainment. By the end of the class, Harry was receiving Felix Felicis with a supid grin plastered across his face.

Now safely in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione began questioning Harry: “How’d you do that Harry?” Hermione asked, agitated, “I did exactly as the instructions said!”

Harry didn’t say anything, just pulled the textbook from his back pocket with a smug and satisfied smirk.

“So you’re taking orders from a book?” Ginny asked suspiciously, having inserted herself in your business.

“It’s not like Riddle’s Diary,” Harry assured her.

But Ginny wasn’t so sure–she snatched it from his hands and placed it down on the table, removing her wand from her robes quickly before Harry could rip from Hermione’s grasp, for she was just as curious as the rest of you.

“Specialis revelio.”

But the book remained unmoving upon the table, no secrets revealing themselves.

“Well it seems fine,” Hermione shrugged her shoulders, a little defeated.

“Well of course it is, what dark wizard would help Harry win felix felicis? And plenty of people take orders from books, that’s what textbooks are,” you scoffed.

“Well pardon me, I didn't realise you had all the answers to everything that goes on. Is that what you do in your spare time, practice being a know-it-all? No wonder Harry and Ron complain about you all the time,” Ginny snapped, gritting her teeth as she held you in her glare.

“Ginny!” the three of your friends shouted.

But it didn’t matter, the damage had already been done. Did Harry and Ron really complain about you? Did they really complain about you to Ginny of all people? Your cheeks reddened with a swirl of emotions, and the urge to scream overwhelms you, but you hold yourself back so as not to give Ginny the satisfaction.

“Y/n, I-” she began.

“That’s enough,” you interrupted her, turning to leave.

“Y/N!” Harry called after you.

But you ignored him. Loving was hard, but hating someone you loved was even harder. Because you hate yourself for hating them and you hate yourself for loving them–it’s a vicious circle that you cannot escape from no matter how fast you run. It’s toxic, but addictive. Harry was your drug. And drugs can be fun for a while, exhilarating, liberating, but you never seem to notice the fatal damage they’re causing until it’s too late.

[cryhardanddanceharder]

Andy’s headcanons because we need to talk more about her:

She’s 6732 years old. She says she doesn’t remember her age, and it might be true, maybe she forgot to keep counting, but she thinks she’s somewhere between 6500 - 7000.

She’s a warrior since she’s a teenager, because the time she was borned was the “eye for eye, teeth for teeth” period.

She’s more an action person than a word person, because her first language was everything related to gestual actions. She can read body language better than anyone, so she can make you feel the more comfortable or uncomfortable you ever felt in your life depends the situation. She does little actions to show her love.

She’s ambidextrous. She can use her weapons perfectly with each one of her hands. (and later write too)

She’s been worshipped as a goddess at least in two or threes comunities she’s been part of. She actually thought she was a goddess at the beginning, because she was the only one who couldn’t die. But then, when years passes and she’s the only one not dying, but she loses all the people she loves and trascend generation after generation, she stops thinking it like a goddess thing and starts seeing it as a curse.

She used to wear clothes made of extinct animals skin, necklaces made with teeth, flowers and horns crowns.

When she was a goddess she had slaves, but once she overcome her goddess complex and realises how wrong it is (because all humans are equal, they all die no matter their social status, their nationality, their religion, skin color, gender, sexual preferences) she stops it. She starts fighting against it, every time she can. She still fight against it in the present time (human trafficking). 

I feel like she could also been a slave or prisoner in some period time. Maybe as a punnish from her inmortality? Because mortals see her as a threat?

She loves storytelling and stargazing. That’s why in present time she loves to go camping, she loves sleeping outside. She’s so old that even she had seen the sky change. The stars constellations changes but she learns those changes. There is something comforting about stargazing, so she keeps doing it.

She has very good location sense. She can always find the way to get to where she wants to go.

She’s been there when the first language was created, that’s why it’s easy for her to learn new languages. 

She was there when the pyramids of Egypt were built, maybe she worked in the construiction of one of them (?

She’s gender fluid and bisexual (or could be pansexual).

She knew the Sahara dessert before it becomes a dessert. She knew it with trees and vegetation.

She loves horses more than (most) people. 

 She was the lider of the scythians.

Her name “Andromache” comes from all the legends, that actually are true. She’s the amazon who defeated Heracles and once upon a time she was married to Hector of Troy.

She was the one who trained the amazon warriors on how to be warriors.

She was a gladiator for some time and had fights in the roman colliseum.

She writes mixing languages, because why not? That’s how her thoughts are anyway, in mixing languages. “Let’s put this word in scythian, and that one in greek, and the other in saumerian or tamil, and let’s finish in italian because italy it’s actually the country i am at the moment”.

When she starts dreaming about Quynh she thinks she’s crazy, untill she starts dreaming about Lykon too. She tried to indentify wich languages they speak in the dreams, so she could learn them before meeting them. 

She met Jesus once. She doesn’t find him that special. He didn’t come back to life, at least not in the way inmortals do.

Lykon, Quynh and her have a chaotic dynamic. They always die to save the others, to save them from the pain; wich in some way it’s ridiculous because they are all inmortal. But they always fight about it like children.

She can speak all the languages (even those that are extinct), only she sometimes forget how to speak in some of them, but remembers once she hears someone speaking it.

She knows more way to kill than entire armies will ever learn. 

She can use any kind and type of weapon. She’s as good as archer as Quynh and as good as a sniper as Nicky, but if she can choose another weapon she will do because she prefers hand and hand combat. 

She feels every death. She might have been a warrior all her life, but she doesn’t take pleassure on killing. We can see that in the church scene, her face tells us all how much it takes from her to be that lethal.

She’s very protective of the others inmortals. They are her family. And she feels like she has to protect them, because she has been alone for so long that she doesn’t want to take chances on that ever happening again. 

She’s become more protective after Lykon’s death, because now they know even them don’t last forever. She wants to protect the time she has with the other and thinks the best way to do it is to be the one who always goes first. 

She hates to dream about Nicolo and Yusuf at the begining because it hurts her to see them killing each other. For someone who has been alone for so long, it hurts to see that. Because for her they are lucky to have started their inmortality together.

Lots of deaths and trauma. She probably been raped at least once. 

She died from dehydratation and hunger more times that she can count. That’s why she’s not picky with food, she’s happy as long there is something in front of her to eat. She can cook good enough, but she’s not fan of doing it.

She died from every tipe of weapon: spears, swords, arrows, axes, throwing stones, daggers, knives, cannons, guns, grenades, bombs. Also she died from being dismembered, from being hanged and burn alive.

Once Quynh’s is taken to her ocean prison, Andy was tortured and burned alive. They chose water methods for Quynh and fire methods for Andy.

She have tried to kill herself sometimes when she was depressed. They way i see it probably three times: one when she found out her inmortality and wanted to see how it worked, two when she lose her goddess complex and was tired of being alone for so long, and three after she realised that finding Quynh was impossible.

She spent lot of years looking for Quynh with Joe and Nicky, untill they realised it’s an impossible mission. She still checks new technological inventions and andvances to see if they have a chance. But as long as she knows it’s impossible and technology doesn’t help, even the marines and ocean experts says it would be easier to find something in the moon than in the bottom of the ocean.

The only time she prayed in her life was to ask for Quynh’s death, so she would stop suffering from constantly drowning. And for hers, because she doesn’t want to keep living without Quynh.

She keeps Quynh’s belongings saved in one of her fav caves.

She likes wearing things from the other inmortals because it gives her comfort and help her feel ground. She always wears Quynh’s necklace. And sometimes she wears Joe’s cap, Nicky’s hoodie, Booker’s jackets. She also shares t-shirts with them, or more like stole t-shirts from them.

Wars she probably fighted in: Achaemenid conquest of the Indus Valley, Corsica civil war, war between Corinth and Corzira, Expedition of the Ten Thousand, Latin wars, First Peloponnesian War, First medical war, Thasos Rebellion, Roman-Etruscan wars, Samos War, Second medical war, Wars of Veii, Trojan war, Sicilian wars, Alexander The Great  conquest of Persia, An Lushan Rebellion,  Mongol Conquests, Conquests of Tamerlane, Qing dynasty conquest of Ming dynasty, Dungan revolt, Hundred Years’ War, World War I, Russian Civil War, Ten Years’ War, World War II, Vietnam War, Afghanistan War.

Some modern revolutions and independence processes she possibly was/could be: French Revolution, Haitian independence, USA independence, Russian Revolution, Cuba revolution, LATAM independences, India independence, Australia independence, New Zeland Independence, Africans independences.

She died from electrocution, trying to find out how electricity works.

She died learning to drive a car and learning to pilot a plain. 

In World War II she was a pilot of the night witches.

Baklava and really anything that is sweet are her comfort food.

The first time she had ice cream she became a fan and only eat ice cream for like an entire year.

She likes percussion music: all types of drums, cymballs, tambourine, maracas, bongos, castanets.  

She likes theater more than cinema. 

She likes tea more than coffee. 

She can sleep everywhere. A chair? Good. The floor? Good. The earth and grass in the middle of nowhere? Good. A cave? Good. A tree? Good. The train. Good. A Car? Good. The bus? Good. A plain? Good. The couch? Good. An armchair? Good. All is good. Sleep when you can moto is big on her, because beds are a modern concept she still can’t fully incorporate. And without Quynh doesn’t feel like doing it. 

She’s very good on learning new things because she’s used to everything constantly changing. And when she finds something hard to learn she is patient, after all she has all the time on the world to learn it and master it (she’s kinda perfectionist).

She’s okay with technology, she could understand more if she wanted to. But she let’s Booker have that place and handle it, because she sense he needs to have something as his responsability to feel he’s useful to the team.

There’s personal things (clothes, weapons, paintings) of her in lot of museums. Joe and Nicky would try to recover some things of her (and them) from time to time.

Hard on the outside, soft on the inside. Ironic and dark humor.

She’s the best at dissapearing when the team takes time out of their missions, if she doesn’t want to be found there is no way you could find her.

She’s been nomad most of her life. She can’t stop moving. She loves traveling with no destination in mind, just for the act of it.

She gives up sometimes because she’s old and she’s tired, but if you give her a good reason to keep fighting she’s all in. 

She has the biggest heart (even if she tries to hide it) and actually loves humanity, if not she wouldn’t have fight for so long… and still does. 

(if you want to read more headcanons: here are the ones i have for Quynh)

[neoffle]

friendzone fight-off

pairing: doyoung x reader / friends to lovers au

warnings: mature themes (but no action), swearing, 'cause you’re hot and you’re cold you’re yes then you’re no—

3.2k of my word vomit,, enjoy!

���Sleeping with your best friend isn’t so bad.”

You suddenly can’t breathe and watch as Joy attempt to soothe your back for you, snickering at your blubbering mess. Where was Irene when you needed her? 

Oh yeah. 

She’s too busy hooking up with the hot part-timer Kang Seulgi.

“You don’t understand Sooyoung,” you resorted to using her real name instead of the nicknames you made in middle school. 

“He’s my male best friend.” 

Joy snorts as she sips on her uselessly pretty pink drink. “Yeah, and so?” She pushes her drink aside to lean in closer to you. “Be honest.” She whisper talks. “How is he in bed?”

You throw your head onto your crossed arms and try to block off any of Joy’s attempts in trying to get into the juicy details.

If you were sober enough,

there was no way that you would ever get into his bed… that way. 

Sleepovers are normal for the both of you… but nothing ever went past platonic cuddling and so on. There was always a strict line in between your friendship that you wouldn’t dare cross. 

You know how easy it is to fuck up a relationship, and no way in hell were you going to waste such a good friendship, built on years of experience.

“Don’t torment her too much Sooyoung,” Irene comes with the tray of cakes, catching the both of your attention.

Joy grabs her favourite flavour as soon as the eldest female set the tray down and dug a fork into it. “Then tell her she needs to stop acting as if the world just ended.” She inhales the sugary piece. “Did you get the part-timer’s number yet?”

To this, Irene’s expression darkens but she sits down anyway and sips on her drink. “No. But we’re making progress.”

Joy’s definitely the brunt of the three because she’s off laughing her ass about how it’s been a month since and the so-called ‘goddess Bae Joohyun’ is failing terribly at courtship. 

“Good things take time,” you quoted, most probably somewhere off tumblr. 

“Yeah,” Irene exhales, playing around with her straw. “And like I said, we’re making progress.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the midget step like?” 

You elbowed Joy purposefully at this, giving her a dirty look to stop teasing Irene before the elder dropkicks the younger into the third dimension. 

“She gave me,” Irene’s long locks whip back to grab an object from her bag, pressing it dangerously close to Joy’s face, “this.”

Both you and Joy gave each other understanding glances, smiling at how simple it is to stroke the goddess’ ego once you’ve tamed her enough.

“A cookie,” Joy smiles rather sickly sweet. 

“Nice.”

———

You ended up parting from the duo to go home early, leaving them to do a bit of bar-hopping. It’ll most probably go on until early morning and you dread the hangover once you’re done— so you take a bit of responsibility for yourself and head home, just slightly tipsy.

The glass of wine you had after leaving the cafe, (where the love of Irene’s life awaits), along with the bar food paired perfectly with the night. 

Your little problem ended up back in the cupboard (as it has not been discussed since joy was sober enough— which was when you brought it up at the cafe) and you sigh as you watch people walk by, attempting to sort out your mind before you reach back home.

What the hell were you going to do about the dreaded awkwardness that’s going to surface in between the two of you?

Everything felt like a blur around you and as you enter the apartment complex and head up the elevator, your distressed exhales don’t stop. 

Even as you enter the pin to the apartment and undid your shoes, staring blankly at the carpet, the sighs won’t stop.

And even as you take a seat on the sofa and lay down horizontally,

it didn’t stop.

Your mind is packed full of your best friend. The guy whom you’ve known since like— forever. Sometimes it feels as if he was more than a friend, but not quite a lover in your eyes. 

What were you going to do about Kim Dong—

“(y/n)?” There’s a shuffle from the bedroom, and you halt in your tracks, knowing this voice anywhere.

So you sit up so quick that a headache strikes. Massaging your temples, you watch as the man in question, Kim Dongyoung, aka Doyoung, carefully approaches you from the door frame, dressed in a simple muscle tee and plain, black boxers. 

Your face is probably already red due to the alcohol— but you didn’t need him to know that he just escalated the symptoms. 

And honestly, 

you didn’t need a reminder of two yesterdays ago. 

Doyoung takes a seat next to you— but with a respectful space you don’t usually see because he enjoys squishing you to a corner usually and casually putting his arm around you. 

“Uhm, hi,” you offered, but your eyes are averted and somehow the amount of photos Doyoung has on his walls are fascinating to count.

Your best friend doesn’t quite talk for a few minutes, watching from the sidelines as he sees your eyes shake. He rubs at his nape, knowing that it’ll take time to coax you into engaging in a proper conversation with him. He knows what was wrong and honestly, he thought you’d need more time to come into terms with it than just a plain two days. 

But anything goes for him— albeit that you’re not really sober— judging from how red in the face you are. 

“Were you… drinking?” He starts, hoping that you’ll at least turn to look at him when answering this.

And to his pleasure, you did. 

Peeking over your shoulders, you gave him a timid nod. “Irene was having a hard time dating the part-timer I told you about a few weeks ago and Joy just wants a reason to not stay sober.” It was a habit for you to spill everything to him. It didn’t even pass your mind that you’re still overly cautious of what to say— but the report rolled out of your tongue like butter and you did it faster than your brain could register the comment. 

Doyoung shows you a rather grateful-looking smile, finally relaxing the muscles he’s been tensing since he heard you come through his door. 

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here?”

The male beside you stares at you with a raised brow— but then realised your semi-drunken state— and to this, he grins further. “I live here you trespasser,” he knocks your forehead lightly with his knuckles, watching as your eyes widen in realisation, a gasp to accompany your surprise.

“Oh, uhm, errr— I’m going!” You shot up, surprising Doyoung in return. 

Just as you were about to gather your beige tote bag, encasing your fingers along the the long straps, a hand reaches up to grab onto you, holding you back.

“It’s late,” Doyoung glances from the carpet and into the depth of your eyes. It feels rather peculiar looking at him from this perspective… it wasn’t quite platonic and you weren’t sure how to face him in the coming morning— at least when the alcohol wears off.

“I’ll take the couch, so go wash up and sleep here.” He says, though there’s a soft stutter in between each breaths. It wasn’t the almighty confident Kim Dongyoung you knew— and if things didn’t happen a few days ago— you were so sure you’d take this opportunity to tease him for a bit. His eyes cast themselves away once again, adjusting his voice a bit. “I won’t go into the room, I promise.”

This was so weird. 

Why are relationship always so complicated?

You sit back down, letting your bag fall onto the floor. “Doyoung,” you pause a bit, attempting to rearrange your thoughts. His grip on your wrist loosens until it dissapears and he bends slightly forward, elbows on top of his thighs. “We’ll… talk when I’m not intoxicated— but how long have we been friends for? I know you won’t do anything to me without consent… so let’s just do this normally.”

He’s very surprised at your revelation— eyes almost bulging out of it’s socket. “(y/n) aren’t you unco—”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I’m so sick of avoiding you okay.”

“I was sick of being avoided like a plague too you know,” he sounded more like the sassy best friend you know. Doyoung’s up before you when he takes your bag and extends a friendly hand. “And I missed you a lot too.”

It’s only been a mere two days and the both of you felt discouraged being separated. It wasn’t easy going from being two peas in a pod to a single person. 

Everything felt so lonely— especially as the both of you were currently single.

It’s only been a month since you were single— but that’s for another story to tell. 

Doyoung leads you to his bedroom, which you know by heart, considering how you found yourself in his apartment without realising anything…

It says a lot about how much time you spend in the comfort of his home. 

You take the cue to head to his bathroom to take a quick shower and wash off the sunscreen you had on, grabbing a fresh towel in the cupboards as per usual. 

Before you could strip down your clothes, you hear a soft knock on the bathroom door, and you know that your best friend’s back with pyjamas. 

“I got you the stripy long ones you left last time,” a hand reached out through the cracks as you opened the door for him, cackling as he turns his whole shoulders and face the other way, thinking that you might be somewhat exposed.

When he heard you laughing, Doyoung’s brows knitted together in question. “Are you going to drown in the sink? Just how drunk are you?” He figured that you were laughing out of alcohol— but you’re partly sober now and the sight of Doyoung being so courteous wasn’t rare— but it’s been a while since you saw it. 

(Like two days = a while.)

“I’m fine,” you retorted, grabbing the necessities he provided and closing the door to change and to brush your teeth before bed.

You came out feeling much more refreshed and was greeted by the sight of Doyoung finishing with changing his covers. 

“What’s the occasion…?” You look over his shoulder, stunning him. 

“Don’t creep on me like that,” he clutched onto his heart, eyes wide. 

There’s a beat of silence before he continued, “I just felt like it.” But oh boy, you knew something else was there. 

You try to analyse each and every one of his moves previously and matched it to his personality— which you know inside out and under. 

“Let me guess,” the corner of your lips started to hike under your assumptions, “you haven’t gone out of bed much for like two days?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes at this, (a signature of his), and you just smile. 

Bingo. 

“I went to work,” he finished up with dusting the covers one last time. “Obviously.”

“That’s so cute,” you giggle into your hands, and Doyoung’s ears redden at this— although you didn’t quite notice in your  semi-drunk state.

“Hurry up and sleep. Your boss might be nice but Taeyong’s going to scold me for letting you drink during a weekday.”

You climb into the covers after him, relishing the way that your legs glided in smoothly. There was nothing like a new change of bed covers after all. It felt like heaven. 

Like a habit, you throw one arm and leg over Doyoung’s stiffened form, the thought of that night slipping past your mind. Gone like the wind. 

Doyoung, who had his back towards you, gradually turn over under half your weight, raising a stern brow at you. “Are you forgetting something?”

Your eyes are closed at this point, mind slowly drifting into sleep. “What is it?”

“Your conscience,” Doyoung flicks a soft blow at your forehead. He takes a good look at your features, watching as you giggle snort in your sleep. What a weirdo. An adorable weirdo he has for a best friend. 

He tucks the loose strands off your face and behind your ear, heart melting at the way you snuggled into his touch. 

To him, 

you were making it very hard to stay as a friend.

———

In your opinion, mornings and hangovers don’t mix very well. Add drowsiness to the terrible headache and last night’s choice— it’s practically a stew for trouble.

From the moment you opened your eyes, a familiar yet an alarming environment greeted you. In shock, you scrambled up and was immediately hit by the devil of an ache. Your temples throb as you reached over at the bedside table and grabbed the cure and the glass of water next to it. 

There’s distinct sounds coming from outside and you sigh as you grabbed onto your face.

Hey, at least you weren’t naked this time around.

Dreading it, you got out of bed and tracked a slow trudge towards the kitchen, where the backside of your best friend greets you.

On the other hand, Doyoung exhales a large amount of air as he tries to put up the most casual demeanour he could muster at that point in time, noticing you creeping up from the bedroom.

“Morning (y/n),” he calls in a jolly manner, but the strain on his lips told you otherwise. 

“Oh, uh, hi Kim Dongyoung.”

Smooth.

Doyoung’s eyes judges you real hard, despite the smile that’s faltering to stay on. Even so, he gestures you to sit and hands you over a freshly cooked batch of your favourite blueberry pancakes. It has the right amount of honey and butter on top and of course Doyoung would never get it wrong. 

He sits opposite you and coughs into his palm to get your strayed attention.

“Should we talk this out like adults since we have,” he stops to check his watch, “exactly fifteen minutes before you need to get ready and I have to head out.”

You nod solemnly, poking around the pancakes you loved so much. If this was any other day, you would be scarfing down the whole plate like a dog— since Doyoung rarely makes them— claiming that they’re ‘unhealthy’. 

You guess that the plate was a consolation prize of some sort, glancing at Doyoung’s equally nerved features.

“I’m sorry I avoided you,” you opened up first, knowing that it was wrong of you to do it in the first place. 

It’s just— something like this would have never crossed your mind and you feared the aftermath of the whole event. 

“You’re forgiven,” he nods, licking his bottom lip cautiously. “I’m sorry for being irresponsible that night.”

So it was like that? Forgive and forget kind of scenario?

Your lips twist into bitter distaste as you poked around the blueberries on plate. On one hand, a part of you felt so relieved to be ending this forty-eight hour dilemma— but on the other hand, you’re quite disappointed that he’s writing it off like this. It was a hard feeling to digest. 

Doyoung raises a brow at your quiet demeanour. On any normal day, there was no way silence would weave in between the two of you— but recently, its been all there is. 

“(y/n) we’ve only got three minutes left of this conversation before you’re going to avoid me again for another few days.” Doyoung grits out, having enough of this damned silence.

You’re pouting when you glance up at him, as if you were a child being scolded by their mother. 

“What? Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m trying to tie this all up and go back to being the great friends we are.” He hissed, fingers gripping onto the handle of his mug. 

“What if I don’t want to be friends?!” You yelled, standing up from your seat. 

“Oh yeah?” Doyoung mimics your action, squaring his shoulders. “So you’re saying you want to be more?” He scoffs. “Sure, that’s totally reasonable after ghosting me for so long!”

“Shut up. Two days isn’t a long time! It’s a perfect length to rethink about possibly poor life decisions!”

“You!” He points an angry index finger at you. “Are you trying to sell me off as a bad decision! Is that what all of this is? Fuck, you’re so—“

“Don’t swear at me. You’re being a very bad adult Dongyoung.” You mocked, sidestepping out of your seat and standing a feet away from him.

Arguing like its raining cats and dogs with Doyoung was nothing new. You shouldn’t feel so exhilarated by the feeling but— you can’t help but feel the pressure of all this sexual tension in between the two of you. Now you wonder… has it always been there, pushed to a corner— or did you miraculously develop an obsession for him after a one night stand?

The stare-off between the two of you lasted for a good minute, leaving you with sixty seconds left to this doomsday countdown. 

Doyoung’s blatantly burning a hole on your lips, licking his own unconsciously. “So if I kiss you, what happens?”

“We stop being friends of course.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you fix up the crease on the collar of his work shirt. 

“Then,” he’s only mere seconds away from closing the distance between the two of you. “What would we be?”

Fluttering your lashes up at him, you could only smirk at the raise of his brows, unsure if he’s even breathing at this stage. 

“I don’t kno—“ Doyoung crashes his lips against yours, the sense of urgency bringing flashback to the fateful night. He wraps his arms around you, as if anxious that you would push him off again.

Closing your eyes, you savoured the aftertaste of coffee lingers in his mouth, whimpering as you slowly run out of air. Doyoung senses this, parting, wiping at the sides of his mouth using the back of his hands.

“Promise me you won’t run away again?” He brings up his pinkie, gesturing you to return the sentiment. 

Rolling your eyes, you grudgingly seal the deal. “No shit sherlock, why else would I kiss you back? You’re not a charity case.”

He clicks his tongue at that, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. “Don’t swear (y/n), you’re being a terrible adult.” 

“Haha, you’re so funny Dongyoung.” You mocked his tone.

“Oh yeah, you know what else is funny?” Doyoung closes the gap once more, a hand reaching out for behind you. 

You think he’s about to initiate another intimate moment, eyes blinking up at him and lips puckering. 

He chuckles at your actions, lips pressed against your ear. 

“That you’re late for work,” he yanks his bag from behind you, sending you a salute before heading out the door. 

You’re left as a frozen statue, attempting to process his words. 

In a split second, realisation and dread paints your face. You quickly rush to Doyoung’s bedroom, knowing you had a spare change of work clothes in there. 

Despite the saint Taeyong is, he’s unable to tolerate hangovers and tardiness at the same time— it has to be one or another— according to his rocket science. 

You curse Doyoung with all your heart for distracting you again. 

In your mind, a parrot with his voice mocks you. 

You’re being a terrible adult (y/n). Don’t swear (y/n).

[klarsynt-arc]

SENSES AND OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC HEADCANONS

1. WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE: he generally has a very clean smell, that fresh out of the laundry detergent scent in his clothes, pine and vanilla after shave, and sometimes he has a sort of metallic undertone.  

2. WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE:  calloused but not dry. his hands are very worn but he takes care of himself and moisturizes. 

3. WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY:  when he’s in tantalus he has a very strict eating regiment. that being said, he doesn’t hold to a three meals schedule as it’s better to eat in smaller spurts throughout the day. typically he’d fruit and eggs for breakfast. he takes food with him to work which would consist of fresh vegetables he can snack on as he needs to and something easy like sandwiches, gyros, dumplings etc. he usually will have go to restaurants wherever he’s stationed if he wants to eat out. the one big meal he typically has is dinner. that’s when he lets himself have more fun with what he’s eating, less about all the nutrition and more about just having time to unwind and cook. it could range anywhere from some easy pasta to super complex artisanal cuisine. really just depends on his mood. 

4. DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE: not really lmao he hums to music and can kinda follow a tune but definitely not the guy you ask to whip out wonderwall 

5. DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS: fidgeting and ticks aren’t bad in and of themselves. that being said, emil will bite the inside of his lip sometimes which can make him get blisters. he grinds his teeth. when he’s nervous,  he often fidgets with his clothing or will have his hands clasped together so he fiddles with his own fingers. 

6: WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE/WEAR: when he’s on duty, his clothing is typically pretty plain, comfortable and practical. fitted cargo pants, combat boots, and a sweater or long-sleeved turtle neck. he’ll just wear a plain t-shirt if it’s summer or somewhere hot. off duty he is a lot more expressive with his clothing. he likes wearing a lot of crop tops and blouses at home. he also often has his nails painted on and off duty. 

7. IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO: emil is tactile with people he feels close to and safe around. contact with him can be complicated because of his abilities. he tries to only do it with people who 1) would be comfortable with him picking up memories 2) wouldn’t use that vulnerability against him. when he is around those people he can get pretty affectionate. casual touches to cuddling. he finds it very grounding. he’s also affectionate in non physical ways. he likes acts of service. making people dinner, coffee, tea, cleaning up around their house for them, anything that can show he cares through action is a big thing for him. 

8. WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN: he starts out on his back but usually ends up on his side curled up or on his stomach splayed out. he doesn’t move around too much when he sleeps, though. 

9: COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM: as big as he is, emil is very graceful and was also taught to be quiet and not draw attention. so it’s kind of a toss up. i think if he’s completely relaxed you might hear his footsteps. otherwise he just kinda poof i’m here now. 

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THE MUSES + love.

this may or may not be me respectfully requesting some romance.

ASPEN MEADOWS is more of a reserved kind of lover, meaning that public displays of affection (such as kissing, hugging, and eventually sex) are things that she’s not always going to be willing to do, especially in the beginning. but this doesn’t mean that she isn’t a fulfilling lover! when she does have feelings / eventually fall in love with someone else, she’s very attentive to them and affectionate towards them in her own way. she enjoys companionship — so reading in (more or less, depending on how good the book is!) complete silence, window shopping together, watching television and movies together (psst, babe has never been to a movie theater before...), coloring together, and if she gives you her favorite kind of stuffed animal or comfort object because she ‘happened to buy extra’? she’s buying it for you. so when she can, gift giving is largely a love language she embodies and practices whenever she can. once in a committed and fulfilled relationship, there may still be times where kissing or touching can overwhelm her, and sex will probably not be a heavy constant throughout the duration of the relationship, but that’s okay! as long as she’s with you, aspen is a very happy camper.

ILYSSA is a very volatile lover. she gives me red. she’s over-protective, can be aggressive, and largely possessive over what she believes is hers — not in a toxic, no-one-else-can-have-or-talk-to-you way, but genuinely because she acknowledges that anything can happen. it’s rare that she falls in love with pure mortals (meaning, no enhanced abilities or supernatural blood ties whatsoever. just a straight up, plain as day, regular degular human.) because majority of her lifespans saw them as either food sources or play things, but if she does? that over-protectiveness grows tenfold because she knows that humans are fragile beings that don’t live very long. so she’s going to want to spend as much time with you as earthly possible, wants to understand you, wants to immerse herself in the things that you do, while revealing the extent of her true self to you so that you can understand her as well. she’s also very sexual, very affectionate, and absolutely will kill anyone and anything that appears as a threat in a heartbeat. so, y’know...don’t tell her that you have issues with someone unless you 100% want them eviscerated. ilyssa’s love also appears with a lot of hunger attached to it. she has a desire to be whole and does not have an identity, so to have a lover can often make her view the lover as something to be devoured. it’s something that she cannot get enough of, something that she can nearly obsessively crave (again, not in a toxic way i promise. but this is a supernatural creature with no actual identity for herself anymore, so she can sometimes take love to an extreme measure simply because of how fulfilling love can be for her, and how much she wants to obtain it at a constant.) and something that she believes to be the closest thing to making her whole. as much as she will have a desire to ‘devour’ you, she wants to be devoured just as much as well and she wants a love that’s just as intense and passionate as hers could be.

ZEPHYR BRIGHAM is very much a playful yet devoted lover, even if that means making fun of you along the way. literally. she doesn’t like to admit that she wants affection and reassurance, and heavily pretends to gag at displays of public affection and confessions of love, but that’s mainly due to past relationships that were toxic in nature and thus, she doesn’t like to outwardly wear her heart on her sleeve. (she also very much dislikes sudden professions of love — why? her first instinct is “what the fuck did you CHEAT on me?” she was truly in the trenches in her youth.) but when in love, even if she isn’t saying it or she’s calling you a loser 95% of the time, she’s still subconsciously affectionate towards her lovers. always wanting kisses, wanting to be under them, always wanting to speak to them and be there with them. she loves spending time with you even if she acts like she’s being held hostage. gift receiving is a large love language with her because she likes being shown that she’s valued and important to the person she’s interested in. she’s also big on physical touch — kiss her cheeks! rub her booty! caress her cheeks! have sex with her, dammit! and if neither of you can laugh at each other throughout the relationship, it’s a no go for her. she likes the excitement, the never-ending talking stage, just feeling so comfortable with each other that she doesn’t mind having her wig off and no make up around you.

RUE CASTILLO is also more of a reserved lover. she is extremely hard to warm up to, very guarded, and most of the time, she can be hard to please / hold herself and you to what feels like impossible standards. this is due to the very unfortunate fact that throughout her career, she’s been placed in falsified relationships and situations with others with mutual career boosts in mind, rather than relationships where the person actually desired to be with her. and even during the rare cases where she is in a genuine relationship, it’s difficult for rue to gauge whether the person is interested in who she really is, or who her persona is / how she is presented to the public. she will not make it easy for you. she will not open up to you immediately. she is not outwardly affectionate towards you, especially not in the early ‘getting-to-know-you’ stages of the relationship. as complex as she is, rue does show her affection in ways that aren’t always immediate — she will check on your well-being often! she will make sure to spend a necessary amount of time with you that her schedule is allowed! she will perform moments of spontaneous affection, such as giving you a gift or taking you on a secluded trip! rue is a very traditional gal at the end of the day, nevermind the sexual symbol that she’s viewed as in the public eye, so she views sex as a very delicate thing that definitely makes her feel very out of place. (she also has an unhealthy view of sexual intimacy in general, but we can blame her early career managers for that.) overall it can be very difficult with her due to circumstances throughout her life, and she’s honestly not even sure how to navigate a healthy and honest relationship most of the time because her expectations are always set to “they want something from me”. but! if it’s genuine and true, a relationship with rue is something that requires a lot of patience with. once you’re over the hurdle, she’s with you all the way. she’s going to want to show you off from time to time obviously, but she is a very private person and wants to spend all of the important moments with you outside of public perception.

JAIRA BLACK is a traditional, yet reserved lover. listen, she has lived many a life, with many a people coming into her life as well as leaving them, so love is something that she unfortunately tends to feel a disconnect towards simply because she’s lived for so long and doesn’t really want to open herself up to potential partners again only to lose them if mortal. if she does happen to be enamored by someone, however, keep in mind that she was raised in the 1910′s and 20′s and can occasionally reflect that in the way that she prefers a courting process. she wants to take things slow and test the waters, and sometimes that involves jaira intentionally not putting a label on things. (meaning, yeah she’s thinking about you. yeah, she wants to spend time with you. no, this is not a date, i just wanted to see how you were doing damn!) she also typically avoids relationships with pure mortals, because the death of one of her mortal wives in around 1980 did hit her kind of hard and she absolutely does not want to go through the process of outliving a partner again — nor does she want to turn them into a vampire due to the lifelong connection that involves. jaira is complex in the way that she avoids, yet desires intimacy and affection. sex has become more of a casual thing for her, yet even with that detachment, she may not voice any feelings that she has for you simply because she won’t want to come face to face with what it means and how the dynamic of that intimacy will change. so if you’re interested in jaira, a rebuff of advances will occur only because she has a fear of opening herself up to something that could be fleeting — but when she does, she becomes a very devoted and attentive lover. she will try to be more consistent in communication and displays of affection (again, public displays are only unnerving to her because she is not used to that, what are you doing) and she will try to spend as much time with you as possible. she can often be a playful lover after her fear of intimacy has been established and worked on, and she will always want something to remind her of you in the long run. jaira can be a very intense lover and romantic as well, not necessary in a aggressive or volatile way but simply because she wears her heart readily on her sleeve once her feelings for you are recognized. (i also feel like sometimes...love for her reads as more of a tragedy than anything. she gives me lots of cool colors like blue and grey — but she’s still a good lover! just old and tired.)

IZIDORA BANKS is also a more volatile lover, with some aspects of reservations here and there. she’s very aggressive, extremely guarded, and doesn’t pursue relationships often so she’s frequently unimpressed with any suitor that actually shows interest in her. (it’s the trauma, babe!) trying to pursue izidora does often come with a number of rejections and rebuffal of advances, so if you’re genuinely interested in her, don’t expect her to say yes to your date offer without her questioning your every intention — why? when? what time? to do what? for what? what if i say no? it’s an unintentional mind game with her, but only because izidora has already experienced things that no one should ever have to as far as intimacy goes, so she’s a pendulum when it comes to those topics. when she eventually begins to let her guard down with a person genuinely aiming to be with her, that’s where the volatility comes in — she will be protective over hers, she will often try to protect you and knowingly (or even unknowingly) use magical intervention to keep you safe. she absolutely, without a doubt, will kill a bitch for you, and she gets very aggressive behind that! one thing to keep in mind is that sexual intimacy is an extremely traumatic subject for her, so it’s really unlikely that sex ever comes into the relationship until she decides for herself that she wants to open herself up in that way. to make up for that, she’ll show affection to you in other ways — despite her aggressive exterior, she does like cuddling. she likes date nights and public displays of affection, she likes pet names, she likes being taken care of just as much as she will love to take care of you. she might go over the edge a little bit with her aggression, but once mutual understanding of her behavior & discussions of her past come into play, she’ll actively try to keep and have a fulfilling relationship. she also doesn’t mind being a playful & goofy lover, bc this bitch really does desire having someone to spend the rest of her elongated life with!

APPLE MARKOS is a very warm lover. she gives me pinks, yellows, oranges, a little bit of reds. she’s extremely doting and energetic, and loves to be affectionate any time and any place. she probably would embody just about all of the love languages the most, just because she wants to keep you happy as much as possible and will literally do anything for the person that she’s focused on. due to lore, she will probably have more than one person in her life that she shows favoritism towards before she has a true “lover” — soulmates and pairs are a very one and done thing to her, and it’s very unlikely that she’ll decide that until much later in life or go back on who she chooses. but when she is with someone she’s interested in for the time being, expect lots of gifts! she will absolutely gift you with little plants, or hand you things that remind her of you (more than likely a flower or a mushroom, occasionally a jewel that she comes across.), she will buy your favorite routine things if she knows you like them (lattes, smoothies, snack items, etc.), and occasionally will use magical intervention to either improve your life, or to just impress you because she finally perfected something and wants to show it to you. she’s so affectionate too, y’all. hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand holding, nuzzles, caresses, name it and you’ve got it. she will even size herself down to fit into the palm of you hand if you want her too. she’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible, even if it’s not always practical and rather impulsive — and she will especially do this with pure mortals because again, their life tends to be much shorter than hers, and she wants all of the time to be squeezed in now rather than later. once she acknowledges what it is and becomes more used to it, omg the sex? a desire to please you? loving to make you feel good? mwah. apple is very much a lover, and she is heavily a romantic. it’s also worth mentioning that she can occasionally be possessive of her favorites and may even get a lil’ aggressive depending on the circumstance bc hello, she is still a fae. but overall, i feel like apple’s love is the kind that fills you up to brim and never leaves you second guessing, and it’s a feeling to be amplified upon having a one true love to fixate on. (and truth be told? apple is one of the muses that i really want to write romance for, simply because she can be so fcking INTENSE with it! like, some real poetic shit!)

[cutetinyartist]

YUNGBLUD G/t One-Shot #1 (Dom x Borrower!Reader)

So, here’s the one-shot I was talking about! Again I am a bit shy about posting this but I hope everyone likes it!

Content Warnings: There is some strong language, but other than that this is entirely SFW ^^

Word-Count: 2082

Using your makeshift grappling-hook, you easily made your way to the top of the kitchen counter. All you had to do was grab some food and go back into the walls, a simple task that you only needed to do a few times a week. Although the few human's routines had changed a LOT (they used to go out on tours all the time, but nowadays they couldn't do that...) you still had a pretty solid borrowing routine.

While they watched TV in another room you grabbed a few scraps of bread and other crumbs that you knew they wouldn't care about. Normally that would be where you stopped and went home, but you noticed one of your favourite snacks on top of the breadbin... Surely it wouldn't be too dangerous to take some of that, right? You hadn't eaten it in ages and it was right in front of you!

With your bag on one shoulder, you used your grappling-hook to easily make your way to the top of the breadbin. You dropped your bag as you took a moment to look around the room, as you'd never seen it from this perspective before and it always fascinated you to look at how vast human's homes were. A room that they could easily walk across in seconds was a giant landscape to you and (although you'd always been told to fear and avoid them) you found humans so interesting! Not only were they so much bigger than you, but they also built the houses that you hid in the walls of and had such complex lives that you wished you could be a part of... to be honest, it made you feel really lonely and lost sometimes. You wished that you could live like them or let them know that you existed, but that would be far too dangerous.

You tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind as you swiftly approached the food. It wasn't like you needed this particular snack, but it was one of your favourites and you figured that you may as well get some while you had the chance.

Little did you know that while you were grabbing food, your trusty bag had fallen into a glass that was by the breadbin! You dropped the food and rushed over, groaning to yourself when you saw your bag laying uselessly at the bottom of the glass.

"Shit..." You mumbled as you grabbed the string of your grappling-hook lowered yourself down. The last place you wanted to be was in a glass, but you couldn't exactly leave your bag behind! It was easy enough to grab your bag, but difficulty arose when you attempted to hoist yourself back upwards. Due to the length of the string, you somehow tripped up and got yourself tangled in it! As you attempted to untangle yourself the part of the string that was tied to your hook snapped, leaving you completely trapped.

And to make matters even fucking WORSE, you heard one of the humans entering the kitchen! In your panicked state you got yourself even more tangled up and could only pray that he somehow wouldn't see you, even though you were in plain sight.

You instantly knew that it was the human called Dom, as the first thing you saw was his fluffy, bright-red hair. No matter where you were in the house you always heard his voice, as he was really loud in comparison to other humans you'd lived with! You weren't exactly scared by his seemingly endless amounts of energy (like most borrowers would be) but there was no way in hell you wanted to be seen and caught by him!

"What the fook-" He muttered as he spotted you. All you could do was let out a terrified squeak as he effortlessly picked up the glass and tipped you out into his hand. You squirmed anxiously, but being tangled up in the string meant that you couldn't do much.

"Holy fookin shit-" He gasped as he stared at you in awe. You fit perfectly into the palm of his hand and the warmth radiating from it made you realise just how cold the kitchen actually was. After a second he glanced down at the string and realised your predicament. You instinctively flinched as he reached towards you with his free hand, but all he did was start to untangle you.

You were really taken aback by this gesture; Didn't humans normally like to keep borrowers trapped? Why was he trying to help you?

Within seconds he'd freed you, and you stared at him in bewilderment.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he dropped the string onto the counter.

You nodded, "Yeah- thanks-" Were the only two words you could muster up, as you hadn't spoken to anyone in such a long time and you'd definitely never even been this close to a human! It was such a strange experience to be held like this and it was a scary reminder of how tiny and vulnerable you really were.

"Um- What are ya exactly? And how are you so tiny? Are you even real or am I just goin mad?" He asked suddenly. Your stomach dropped as he lifted you until your vision was almost entirely filled by his twinkling green eyes staring at you with immense curiosity.

"I'm... uh..." You had no idea how to respond, your heart was absolutely racing and you were completely flustered. Of course you knew what you were real and that you weren't just a figment of his imagination, but actually being asked those questions (and being unable to avoid his gaze) was pretty overwhelming!

"Oh wait! Are ya like a borrower or somethin? I remember seein a film about tiny people like you, but I didn't think you were actually real!"

You simply nodded in response again, still at a loss for words.

"You're so fookin cute!" He beamed, "I can't believe this-"

"Dom, are you talking to yourself in there?" He was cut off by one of the other humans approaching the kitchen.

"Nah, I-" He began, but paused when he felt how you immediately flinched and curled into a ball at the sound. The last thing you wanted was for even more humans to know you existed! He seemed to understand this, as he gave you an apologetic look before adjusting his grip on you so that he held you in a loose fist and swiftly putting you and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, "I mean yeah, I was!"

It was cramped in the pocket but surprisingly comfortable. The combination of warmth, his hands being wrapped around you and the slightly muffled conversation between him and the other human (where he explained away the situation) made you feel calmer than you'd expected it to. He absentmindedly stroked the top of your head with his thumb, which you weren't at all used to but didn't dislike. You overheard him say something about going up to his room before the motion of him walking made the pocket sway slightly.

He shut the door and sat on the bed before pulling you out of his pocket and holding you in his palm again. The fast motion was unexpected and left you feeling dizzy for a few seconds.

"Sorry about that- it didn't seem like ya wanted anyone else to see ya and I didn't know what else to do."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You replied. You tried not to sound too nervous, but the tone of your voice (and how much you were now shaking) made you seem anything but confident, "Th-thanks."

He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he looked at you. With his free hand he reached over and began stroking your back with the tip of his index finger and, although his touch made you flinch at first, you realised that it was his way of trying to comfort you.

"You're just too fookin cute! I can't believe I didn't even know you was livin here- Are there more tiny people like you?"

Your shoulders tensed up when he asked that and you shook your head sadly, "No, it's just me... I haven't seen another borrower in- in years-"

"Fook, that must get lonely," He said sympathetically.

You simply nodded in response.

He averted his gaze for a second as he tried to think of a way to change the subject, "How did you end up all tangled up in that glass, anyway?"

You felt an embarrassed blush creep onto your cheeks and you chuckled awkwardly before you told him, "I- let's just say I'm really clumsy and leave it at that!" You bit your lip before saying, "Thanks for saving me, by the way... But, why did you do it?"

"Why?" He tilted his head in confusion at your question, "Well, I couldn't exactly leave ya stuck like that! Why wouldn't I have helped ya?"

"Sorry- it's just- other borrowers always told me that being seen, let alone HELD, by a human was a death sentence..." You sighed.

"I guess that makes sense, some humans are fookin horrible," He replied, "But I'm not gonna hurt ya or anything like that, I promise. When I saw you stuck in that glass, well, I grabbed ya cause I had no idea what ya were at first-" He chuckled mid-sentence, "But then I just wanted to help and protect ya."

"I- thanks," You smiled softly and spoke shyly as you could feel yourself blushing even more, "It's been so long since I've last spoken to anyone, it's been nice."

"I'm glad I got to speak to you too!" He said enthusiastically, before asking you, "Where exactly do ya hide normally? Do you have, like, a hideout in the walls or something like that?"

"Yeah, in the walls-" You blurted out before remembering that you should probably keep the location of your hideout a secret.

"That's so fookin cool! What's it like in there?"

"I- it's kinda cold sometimes but it's okay, I guess..." You mumbled, not wanting to admit how bad it really was. Admittedly you had nice trinkets in your hideout and a comfortable enough bed, but it was such a confined space. Plus when you hid in the walls and heard the muffled sounds of the humans all talking and having fun together it made you feel extra lonely...

"You don't have to keep hiding in the walls anymore if you don't wanna."

You looked up at him curiously, unsure of exactly what he meant.

"Like, if you wanted you could come live in this room maybe? I could being you food and stuff, help ya out so you don't need to sneak around all the time..." He trailed off, wondering if he was even saying the right things.

You could feel yourself blushing even more when he said that, and you weren't quite sure what to say in response... You had been feeling really lonely (and he was really sweet) so his offer honestly seemed ideal... Plus, it wasn't like there were any other borrowers to stop you! After a moment you looked up at him with a smile, "Alright, fuck it. Just- promise you won't tell anyone else about me yet, please? I know you'll have to eventually but right now I'm not ready for it."

"Deal!" He grinned excitedly, moving the tip of the index finger of his free hand in front of you. The gesture confused you for a second until you realised that he wanted to do a handshake. You chuckled softly as you reached out and held his fingertip.

"Deal," you repeated the word, and as you looked up at him your heart fluttered. It was hard to believe that you'd actually sort of befriended a human!

"So, do ya wanna hang out for a bit longer now or are ya sick of me?" He giggled.

You thought about it for a minute before replying, "I- I wanna stay with you for longer, if that's okay?"

"Fook yes! This is so sick, man, you're so fookin cute!" He seemed endlessly excited about talking to you and getting to know you, and his words kept making your heart flutter even more. One thing you hadn't expected to happen today (or ever) was that you'd end up talking to a human, but it felt like one of the best things that had happened to you in a long time!

[theluckyyyoneee]

Guise

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Namjoon)

Genre: Angst / Fluff (in later chapters)

Word Count: 5.19+k

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SoulmateAU! Where he hides his soulmate tattoo from everyone, especially you.

“Hmm?” You mumbled unintelligibly into the phone after being awoken by the hunk of metal ringing its default ringtone, which you almost mistook for an alarm but you remembered you hadn’t set one for today, plus it wasn’t even laundry or cleaning day. That was Sunday and today was a Thursday, or so you believed. And also the piercing sunlight that had you seeing a candy red beneath your eyelids, a grimace taking over your peaceful sleeping expression as you tiredly grasped and brought the phone to your ear. 

The questioning and amused tone you recognized as the brat who simultaneously managed to annoy you and grab hold of your reluctant endearment for known as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook was only a few months older than you, but you were definitely the more mature of the two, or so it seemed like most of the time. “Are you still asleep?”

“What-... time is it?” It took a few moments to get those words out of your mouth, sounding like a slurring croaking frog, which you would normally become embarrassed by, but at this time moment in time you were too drowsy to feel any kind of self consciousness. 

His laugh created static on the other end of the receiver and your face scrunched up at the sound, and at the time Jungkook had informed you it currently was. Damn, it was late. Honestly, you were a bit surprised he could understand you, but after years of enduring these random and burdensome types of morning wake-up calls, you guessed he had adapted to comprehending your sleep induced mumblings. 

“Well, I was going to invite you to go get some food with me, but I didn’t know you would still be asleep at two in the afternoon.”

You sneered at the laughter in his voice and exhaled a breath as you gathered the strength to sit up from your lying down position. “Shut up. It’s summer.” Was your clever response to which he childishly mocked. “I’d be down to do something tomorrow, though.”

“Oh yeah, cool, that sounds good...” he agreed at once and stalled a bit on the other line, to which you took a glance at your phone to see if he had hung up, but he hadn’t. You placed your phone back on your ear just in time to hear him question in a shy and timid tone you had rarely heard from him, taking on that soft and gentle timbre he only used when he wanted a favor, “do you think you could ask Namjoon, too? To see if he would want to come?”

“...what?”

“...he’s cute.”

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t call me to ask me to hang out, you just wanted me to set up a blind date meeting with Namjoon!” You were wide awake now, sitting on your bed still wrapped in your blanket with a wide grin on your face, if you were to glance at yourself in a mirror, you would have seen a crazy woman with extreme bed hair wearing a wrinkled bed shirt with morning breath, grimacing as you reached for your half empty water bottle near your bed.

“Nu-uh!” He practically screamed into the phone and you couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious affection and attraction for the older man, glad you had yet to take a sip of the stale water. “It’s just-... well-you guys are always studying and being boring, and hey, it’s summer now! Time for you two to do something other than bury yourselves in books.”

“Yeah, right. You loser, why don’t you just message him yourself?”

“Oh yeah? And say what? ‘Hey I think you’re cute and y/n has told me how nice of a guy you are, do you want to maybe go out sometime?’”

You had your phone resting by your knee on speakerphone, your arms stretched above your head as you partook in your morning stretches you tried to do after waking up to alleviate your sore muscles from sleeping for more than nine hours a night. 

You laughed in reply to his obvious fib. “That sounds perfect, do it.”

“No,” he whined cutely. “I’m too shy.”

“I don’t believe that, remember that one time-”

“That was different.” He cut you off abruptly, knowing exactly what incident you were referring to. 

“How?” You were really curious as to how this was different than that one time you and Jungkook had been out getting some food for takeout, which was basically all you two really did other than play games, when you had noticed this cute ass guy giving him the eyes. So confident Jungkook leaves you to seductively saunter over to him to get his number. 

Jungkook, reliving the same encounter as you were, sighed on the other end. “Namjoon just sounds so nice, I mean... I know I haven’t even met him in person yet but he just makes me so nervous. Every time I see a picture of him,” he paused to utter yet another sigh, and you silently cooed at how lovesick he seemed. “He’s just so cute, and I don’t know, something inside of me just stirs... And-and what if I ask him out and he says no and then I make things awkward for you two?”

“Why would it be awkward? It’s none of my business if you guys start seeing each other or not.” By his silence, you could tell he was mulling over your words. Grinning a bit wider, you tried to encourage him a bit more, “Plus I doubt he’d say no, have you seen you? Never mind, of course you had, with your big head.”

An offended noise sounded and you cackled, happy you were in the safe confines of your enclosed room, and guessing by the time, you guessed your roommate was off at work.

“Plus, he’s not seeing anyone right now, he would’ve told me. And I personally believe that you two would make a really cute couple.”

“Whatever! I’m done talking about this! Just ask him and tell me so I know whether to dress up and fix up the apartment or if I can just bum it out like usual. Bye~”

Rolling your eyes, you finally climbed out of the bed and began fixing up some breakfast, or a late lunch considering it was nearing two-thirty, after using the restroom. You would take a shower later and freshen up, but you were so hungry, you didn’t think eating could wait. 

Jungkook had a bit of a thing for Namjoon ever since you had posted a picture of the two of you at a cafe and not ten minutes you received a message asking: who is he?

You didn’t really take him all that serious, thinking that it was a momentary attraction and that he would forget all about him, but as you began to spend more time with Namjoon, he would continually ask and have questions about the older man, yet denying any offers to the cafes and casual meet-ups, though now you guessed he had finally mustered up enough courage to finally meet the man he has been thirsting over the course of a few months. He had been sure though, before he even thought of starting something with Namjoon that you didn’t have any feelings other than platonic friendship for the man, otherwise he would’ve backed off in an instant no matter how much he found himself drawn to him.

You could understand his captivation with the lovable giant you had the honor of being best friends with, and no doubt whoever he ended up with would be the luckiest person in the world. They would be able to wake up next to the most considerate and gentle, slightly dorky, sweetest man you have ever known, and not to mention that he was very easy on the eyes, which wasn’t everything, but sealed the deal for many. 

If he wasn’t your best friend with that unbreakable bond and didn’t have that brother-sister relationship, you were one hundred percent sure you’d be completely head over heels for the man. 

You frowned to yourself over your bagel as you were reminded of the dream Jungkook had woken you from. It came back in vivid and quickly vanishing fragments, your memory failing you, but you were sure it was of Yoongi.

“It looks fine, Kook,” you sighed for the nth time, reaching a hand out to stop his incessant pacing and minuscule rearranging of furniture. “What you should worry about is him finding your apartment since you said you needed me here, but you don’t know how clumsy and how he has no sense of direction whatsoever.” Your arms were crossed as you wore a smirk on your lips at the nervous but handsome man, occasionally shaking the auburn strands that slid into his eyesight. You checked your phone once in a while as the time for the meet-up gradually grew closer.

You hadn’t seen his apartment this clean since the surprise visit his parents dropped on him and he had called you in a frenzy to help clean up all the dinnerware and laundry he had accumulated over the first few months of living there. Out of the goodness of your heart, you had agreed and were met with a sight that haunted your worst nightmares ever since. How he made that much of a mess in that little time, you would never understand, just the thought of having to go through that once again made you shudder. 

Snacks had been assorted in a neat way along the coffee table, it smelled of clean laundry detergent and it was at a comfortable temperature. 

“Well, I was nervous...” he mumbled cutely into his chest, fixing the loose flannel button up shirt he wore over a plain black shirt, looking effortlessly alluring, but you knew just how much time and anxiety went into choosing it.

“Was?” You could help but tease with a knowing expression he was purposely avoiding noticing.

“Okay, okay, I’m still nervous.” He rolled his eyes at his confession and shook his head, finally taking a moment to just calm down. “I don’t know why though, I guess I just want to make a good first impression.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you waved his anxieties off. “You will, I basically talk about you all the time.”

“Oh yeah? What do you say about me?”

“Just that you’re a brat who spends all his time either at the gym, or at home playing video games.” You stuck your tongue out when his mouth dropped open at your words, both of you knowing full well you were just fibbing. Phone vibrating in your hand, you read a message from Namjoon that said he thought he found the right complex but wasn’t sure.

Smiling, you informed Jungkook you were going to bring Namjoon in, closing the door behind you and making your way carefully down a single flight of stairs and out the front door, you noted with a grimace at how humid and muggy it was outside compared to how cool it was inside the apartment, thankful Jungkook had well functioning air conditioner.

You were dressed very comfortably, this was not your first time meeting either men so you had no reason to be nervous like Jungkook, just in some light shorts and a t-shirt. You saw Namjoon leaning against the drivers seat of his car, looking a bit more stylish than how you were expecting him to come dressed, which threw you off a bit, you weren’t going to lie. You had told him when he agreed to come hang out that it would be very casual, and those form fitting faded blue jeans were the complete opposite of his favorite pair of sweatpants you had seen him wear on a regular basis. 

Maybe he wanted to make a good impression on Jungkook as well? You smiled to yourself, thinking how cute they would be if they ever decided to form a relationship together that was more than just acquaintances or friends. They had both had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, but you knew for sure that they were currently both single. Even though you teased Jungkook to the max, you would never push either man into pursuing a relationship like that on them, you’d let them figure it out on their own, because even though they were your closest friends, it wasn’t up to you to meddle in someone’s love life. 

Lord knows yours was complicated and revelations you didn’t want to get into, you sure weren’t going to stress yourself out even further by butting in where you didn’t belong.

“Hey, you found it! I was scared that you’d get lost.” You greeted him jokingly as you jogged to where Namjoon stood, using his foot to push himself off his car to meet you halfway, a familiar wide smile that made his prominent dimples appear graced his features.

He chuckled in a rich timbre as you two exchanged an embrace, which you almost always greeted each other with whenever you met up, it had become almost second nature by now. It was a bit too warm outside for your comfort and sharing body heat like this was not really necessary, and you two released each other and smiled at each other. 

“I know, I was scared I was going to end up at a dead end, I drove real slow to make sure I was following the gps correctly.” 

Laughing and shaking your head at him, you told him as you pointed, “Jungkook’s apartment is right up there, come on. He’s really excited about finally meeting you.”

Keeping your gaze on him as you lead the way, you gauged his reaction to your words and wasn’t the least bit surprised at the smile that lit his face. “I’ve been wanting to meet him, too. Especially since you mention him all the time.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you opened the front door to the complex and sighed in relief at the cool air hitting your warm skin. “But, um...” Namjoon suddenly added, sounding more nervous than before and you paused and looked at him quizzically. “I do have something I wanna talk to you about later on.” He had one hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck that you easily recognized as his nervous habit he picked up a little over a year ago. Your brows furrowed as you watched him shuffle on his feet as he awaited your answer, biting the flesh of his lower lip. 

You wanted to push him on what it pertained to, but you receded, sensing that it was a bit more serious than just meeting a friend of a friend, but not urgent enough that it had to be attended to right away. “Sure.” You nodded and smiled warmly at him, reaching a hand up and patting him on the shoulder and noted with relief as he grinned warmly right back at you, becoming his confident self again. You urged him to take the lead, pointing to a door you could easily view from the stairs you two were climbing. “It’s number thirteen. The door should be unlocked, but you can just knock if you want.”

“Yeah, I’ll knock, it’s more polite, especially since I’m meeting him for the first time.” He replied easily, passing you, a blur of dark ink catching your eye as he strode past. His own soulmate tattoo, of course you had seen it numerous times, a unique design of letters overlapped, twisted around each other in an aesthetically pleasing way, located in the hidden region behind his ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started. 

Still following, now at a bit of a slower pace, the design burned brightly in your mind that was experiencing a strange feeling of deja vu. Now that you got a better look at it than you usually did, due to the close proximity you two maintained on the narrow staircase, it seemed so frustratingly familiar, and not just because you had seen it on him. 

You had definitely seen it somewhere else. 

Where else have you seen that design? Think, y/n, think.

Still preoccupied in your own musings, you arrived at Jungkook’s apartment door a few seconds after Namjoon had, waiting for him to open the door since he had already knocked quietly to state your arrival.

It was instantaneous as the door flung open, your heart suddenly spiking in your chest, as you watched with unwavering eyes the scene that was about to transpire. You took your eyes off once, but only to glance once again at the ink behind Namjoon’s ear to make sure what you thought was indeed true.

Your eyes met Jungkook’s eager ones, the same ones that gazed at you as he would ramble on and on about what he thought his soulmate would be like. Unlike you, Jungkook was pure and hopeful when it came to the concept of two souls being connected forever by the ink on your skin. You always listened with a small smile, his authenticity bringing a smile on your face as you just nodded along, not having the heart to alter and stain his thoughts with your negative ones, instead eyeing his tattoo with interest, wondering who indeed, could ever deserve him. 

And of course, as you understood now, it was the exact design, it was in the exact same placement; behind the ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started.

The realization that Jungkook and Namjoon were soulmates, and that they were about to see each other for the very first time. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the first time you had met Yoongi. That first glance had left you suspended, motionless, and you had no control of that, the universe telling you to just enjoy the revelation. You remembered being completely enamored and captivated by the pale beauty, your heart thundering in your chest as it was now, but now it was from your epiphany, not fatal attraction. 

Breath getting caught in your throat, you watched as they stood in front of each other, your ears catching the quiet inhales, the slight tensing of the body as they continued to stare at each other for a prolonged moment, their smiles ceasing to fade, seeming to forget your entire existence. 

Feeling like you were intruding on an extremely private and intimate moment, you forced yourself to look away, taking a small step away and tried calming your thundering heart that seemed to want to escape the confines of your chest. 

Hearing them dreamily and pleasantly exchange names, you felt a small smile tug the corners of your lips up, noting internally how love struck and awed they already sounded.

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw their arms reach out to each other, obviously going for a handshake, and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye. Having experienced it first hand; the shock, the warm electricity that would inevitably wrap around them as the effect of the first physical contact made, you could only stand frozen there in anticipation as their hands neared closer and closer for an innocent handshake.

Palms connecting, held in each other’s warm grasp and another intake of breath sounded, this time it was more noticeable and the smile you wore grew even wider in response to seeing Jungkook’s smile grow in front of you. “Are... Are we...?” Of course, he had all the right to ask and assume, it was not everyday and everyone you met someone who your body and soul reacted so strongly and deeply towards. 

Jungkook’s dark eyes fluttered around Namjoon’s frame before seeming to remember they shared the same placement. Jungkook released his hold on Namjoon’s hand to reach for his right ear, turning his head as he showed his tattoo, his bunny smile still very much present as he eagerly placed hands on Namjoon’s shoulders and leaned forward to see for himself for the matching ink.

The soulmate bond was something you could no longer deny or ignore. You knew first hand the pull you felt towards the other person, the strong emotions that swallowed you whole. 

Relief and happiness filled you as you realized that Jungkook was going to end up with someone who deserved him, that was something that you had always worried about. But now, knowing that it was Namjoon, you felt you could rest easy. Namjoon wasn’t Yoongi, he wasn’t an asshole, he was an honest, kind, dependable man-

Namjoon staggered back a few unsteady feet and you responsively shot your hands out to secure his footing, the smiling previously adorning your face slowly slipping with each passing second at his reaction. He flinched back from your touch like you had scolded him with hot coal, only his labored breathing sounded as his wide brown eyes jumped from you to Jungkook before muttering a shaky, “I’m... I’m sorry.” before sprinting in the direction you just came from.

“Wait!” Jungkook called out from beside you, a gust of wind whirled around you at the sudden speed he ran behind him, the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement echoing loudly in your head. “Wait!”

You could only gape wordlessly from your spot as you heard rather than see him chasing Namjoon as he quickly made his escape, Jungkook’s piercing voice ringing through your head. 

You spent the remainder of your night consoling a devastated Jungkook, your heart clenching painfully as he blamed himself over and over again, no matter how many times you interrupted that destructive train of thought.

Turns out, Namjoon was quite the hidden track star as he made it to his car and peeled from the parking lot even before Jungkook got completely down the flight of stairs.

“Why would he run away from me like that?” He hiccuped, his large frame clinging to yours as you ran a hand soothingly through his hair, coddling him like an infant.

You took a deep breath as you brought him closer, offering more of your warmth which he appreciated, snuggling in closer to you, feeling his tense form gradually go lax as his eyes drifted shut, slipping into what you could only guess would be a restless sleep.

You shifted out slowly from underneath him, placing one of the extra pillows under his head and going into the closet where he kept his extra blankets and draping it over him. 

Watching his sleeping form fidget from his position on the couch, you felt yourself becoming worked up. 

What was Namjoon’s deal?

Maybe him and Yoongi weren’t so different after all. Your heart hurting for Jungkook, you prayed and hoped Namjoon wouldn’t reject him and that he was going to talk to you, whether he wanted to or not. 

Staring blankly in front of you, your arms crossed in a defensive manner, the sound of distant conversations and silverware clinking echoing in the semi-busy cafe you two often frequented together was all you heard, your usually order of vanilla iced mocha sitting in front of you untouched on the table in front of you, forming a puddle of water around the bottom of the cup on the wood as the ice slowly melted in your drink.

Your first choice was to meet in a private setting, but he had wisely chosen a public space, knowing you did not have the guts nor conscience to scream your lungs out at him as you so badly wanted to in front of throngs of innocent bystanders that had just wanted to have a nice lunch.

It had taken some threatening coaxing, about twenty missed calls from you, then you had pounded on his door and demanded you two talk, and you had never seen him so afraid than at that moment. You had never really gotten upset with him before, so this behavior was obviously a change for him, but what did he think after running out on one of your closest friends like that?

“So... I, uh, guess I have some explaining to do.” His own drink had about two sips left, due to his nervous gulping down of the cold beverage as he sat in front of you. He tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace as he tried to break the tension.

You raised an eyebrow as you offered no change in your expression, urging him to continue, or start, his explanation.

He blinked a few times as he took in a deep breath before straightening up in his chair, placing his elbows on the table as he leaned his upper body a bit more closely to you as to not have to talk so loud. “I’ve never really thought about my soulmate before, I always believed that it just a hoax.”

His earlier words came rushing to you as you remembered what he said when you had asked him about soulmates.

“I don’t really have an opinion on it. I’ll worry about it when it happens.”

“I get it now. I get it completely, experiencing it for myself instead of just reading it in textbooks or having people relay their own experiences to me made me realize just how wrong I was.”

He hung his head and your anger ebbed a bit at seeing how exhausted and guilty he seemed. You could understand what he was saying, you had thought the exact same thing, had your whole world shift upside down at meeting that one person. 

“But I... I had feelings for someone else already.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t known that, your sympathy growing even more at his words. Surely he wanted to make his own story, just like you wanted. 

“I liked them so much, they were all I thought about when I wasn’t busy cramming for tests and midterms. We were very compatible and it was really easy being by their side. I really thought that there could be nobody in the universe more suited for me than her. Or so I thought.”

You remained silent as he told you his monologue, talking to himself more right now than he was to you. 

“But now, after meeting him, I realize how wrong I was once again. It’s like the romantic aspect I felt for them just went away. It’s really fucking weird. So when those feelings just went away... I was overwhelmed, I was confused, I was angry... and I know it wasn’t the right thing to do at all and it’s a terrible excuse but believe me, y/n, I feel horrible for running out like that.” He gazed at you with a tortured expression and you had to avert your stare, not being able to handle seeing the carefree Namjoon look so dejected and ashamed. “I can still hear him screaming after me, I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Neither could Jungkook.” You spoke up, relaxing your arms from their crossed position on your chest to mimic his posture, hard expression softening up a bit as you admitted, “you know he cried himself to sleep last night, asking why you ran away and that something had to be wrong with him that you wouldn’t want him.”

He cringed at your words and mumbled, “All I want right now is to make things right with Jungkook, and to hold him and-” he broke off with a sudden clearing of his throat as an embarrassed expression broke out on his face. It was like had finally realized that you were here also. 

“Well, you should. Make it right. I can’t stand seeing him hurting, he’s like family to me, like a brother.” You pouted, wondering at how it would go from here on out. 

“I will. I’ll apologize and explain everything, and grovel for however long it takes for him to forgive me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as a smile crept on your lips. “Knowing him and how crazy he is over you, he won’t even last five minutes with you there with him.”

His eyes grew wide and you laughed at his shocked face, a pleasant feeling growing in you as you noted the blush rising from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “He’s crazy about me?”

Shrugging, you finally picked your watered down beverage and took a sip, the cool liquid soothing your throat. 

Trying to calm himself down, he told you much more seriously, “You should try with him, too.”

“Who?”

“Yoongi.”

“Wha-” you rushed to ask and the coffee went down the wrong tube and you were suddenly coughing out a lung, the customers around you jumping up in their seats in alarm and watched as you struggled to breathe correctly, glaring at Namjoon who was trying his best to keep his composure. “How do you know about him?”

“We’re sort of friends, remember?” He sassily remarked and you shot him a death glare that had him straightening once again. “It just came up.” Was all he chose to say, leaving you unbelievably frustrated. 

You had let Namjoon go after chatting a bit more, knowing that he was restless to make things up with Jungkook and he all but jumped in his car and will most likely get a few speeding tickets to his way to his apartment, and you didn’t say anything, letting them sort it out themselves.

You were roaming the streets, in a bit of a daze at Namjoon’s words. 

“You should try with him, too.”

Your dreams were filled with the pale, dark haired beauty, wondering even if you did want to try with him, were you going to be able to let down your walls that you’ve spent years and years building up to let him in?

Would he even want to try with you?

Doubts and second thoughts filled your thoughts and made your mood even crappier than it already was this morning.

It was summer vacation, for goodness sake. At least during the school year, you could catch a quick and unfulfilling glance at him, where were you supposed to find him now?

You were waiting at a stoplight, waiting to cross the street, watching the cars zoom past and saw that it was starting to finally dwindle down. Getting ready to cross the street, you froze in your stance, not believing your eyes.

Maybe it really was fate, maybe you two were supposed to somehow work out.

Because right across the street, was Min Yoongi staring back at you with mirrored wide eyes and a look of surprise on his face. 

The animated person lit up underneath the red hand that went black and you wasted no time, running with all your might and flung yourself into his arms. 

He smelled of detergent and sunscreen, a scent that made you smile into the soft fabric of his loose t-shirt, his rigid frame relaxed and his arms wrapped protectively around your frame.

“I missed you.”

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