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ippi2un · 2 months ago

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♥︎—L&DS REACTION TO YOU BAKING SOMETHING FOR THEM

But it turns out tasting horrible.

pairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you

note: i loved making this esp rafayels and xaviers 😍 but mf why did u mess up their treats....😒😒😒😒 (btw yes ik u didnt bake smth for Xavier but idc u made it either way) ... AND TUMBLR RANDOMLY DECIDED TO POST THIS???? EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT FINISH??? SORRY IF ITS BAD

After a long, sweltering day, you and Xavier decide to chill out at your home. It was afternoon and very hot, so you decided, why not make a little treat for you and Xavier?

As Xavier peacefully dozed off on your couch in the living room, you started to whip up a masterpiece: Banana Icecream. As you were beginning to make the masterpiece, you get a phonecall from a scam caller. They kept calling and calling, and it was annoying so you picked up the phone, deciding to give them a taste of true annoyance.

"Hello?" You say, your irritation barely concealed.

"Yes, hi! You just won a brand new super flying car!" The other person on the line said, their voice too enthusiastic.

You roll your eyes, playing along.

"Oh my! Really? That's so amazing, how can I claim it?" You say, grabbing a bowl and setting it on the counter.

"Just provide us with your credit card information."

"Hm? Why would I need to give you that..." You say, feigning innocence.

"Just for verification and stuff."

Suppressing a laugh, you reply, "Okay! My credit card number is..." and you began to give random numbers as you made the icecream. You put in milk, and heavy cream was supposed to be next. But in your distracted state, you added sour cream instead. Alot.

"Um, excuse me, the credit card you are listing is too long. You put too much numbers. Are you...sure about that?" The person on the line said, sounding confused.

"Oh my bad... I have alzeheimers or something." You say, holding in your laugh as you added 3 bananas to the mix and mushed them in with the sugar, vanilla extract, milk, and sour cream.

The person ended up hanging up. You laughed out loud, putting your phone aside before sighing and staring at your icecream mix. It looked wonderful to you.

You put it in the freezer, and after about 3 hours you retrieve it with great excitement. You eagerly place a few scoops into a nice bowl, before sprinting to Xavier, excited for him to try your "masterpiece."

You crouch down near the sleeping Xavier, before poking his cheek slightly.

"Xavier...Xavier. Wake up. I made banana icecream." You whisper.

After a few tries Xavier arised, sitting up slowly while rubbing his eyes.

"It looks really nice...thank you." He said, grabbing the bowl and spoon.

He scooped out a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The first taste was sweet, just as he'd expected with banana ice cream. But as it melted on his tongue, the sourness crept in, catching him off guard. His eyes widened slightly, and your smile grew more. He swallowed and took another bite, trying to figure out the peculiar flavor profile. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Hmm," Xavier said thoughtfully, his sleepy brain trying to process the unexpected twist. "It's nice."

He thought it was a new trend or recipe for banana icecream, so he shrugged it off, thinking that it was actually supposed to taste good, and that his tastebuds are just weird.

"Good!" You reply happily, getting ready to taste the icecream as well.

Xavier nodded, taking another spoonful. "I like how tangy it tastes. Its a new combination for banana-"

"TANGY?!" You yelled in disbelief, dropping your spoon.

Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you realized your mistake.

Xavier, unminding, took another spoonful, his eyebrows furrowed. "Isnt it how its supposed to be?"

"NO?!" You sighed. "Wait, what if the milk went bad?" You say with panic.

"No, expired milk does not taste like this." Xavier said calmly.

"Xavier how do you know that."

Xavier ignored your question. "This icecream honestly tastes like sour cream."

You frown. Sour cream?

And then you realize. You did indeed put sour cream. You cursed yourself, regretting that you picked up that stupid scam call for fun, which got you distracted.

"I'm really sorry Xavier, I got distracted because I was fooling around with a scam caller that wouldn't stop calling me." You sigh, grabbing the bowl from his hand.

"No." He took the bowl back. "It isn't that bad, I can still eat it. Thank you." He smiled softly, before absolutely devouring the banana icecream.

You gaze at the time, and its one hour before Zayne arrives from his shift. You certainly miss him, and to wait just an hour more was something you didn't want to believe. How else would you pass your time?

You abruptly stood up. You decided to make a treat for Zayne, because he's hardworking and you love him dearly. You rushed to the kitchen, excited with your idea: triple layered chocolate cake with raspberry filling and a silky vanilla lemon buttercream frosting.

The next hour was filled with several ingredients scattered around, with utensils meticulously beating into the bowls. A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, you were so into it. You measured with the utmost precision—because who wouldn't? This is a treat for the most hardworking cardiac surgeon ever.

You poured the chocolate cake batter into 3 smallish round cake pans, mesmerized by the elegance of the batter falling smoothly into the pan. After, you opened the preheated oven, met by a gust of hot air. You set the cakes in, before closing the oven with a contented sigh.

Time for the raspberry compote. You threw raspberries into the pan, adding some sugar and a little of lemon juice, mixing it. You finished, tasting its rich flavor.

Now is time for the vanilla frosting. Grabbing the butter, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and vanilla, you were excited to make what you thought was the most important part for the cake. As you were done mixing the butter and powdered sugar and vanilla, it was time to squeeze half a lemon.

But Tara had to call you just this moment. You groaned, but answered either way, and started chattering away. You were so immersed in the call that you did not add one, not two, but three whole lemon juices into the frosting, forgettng the delicate balance between sweet and tart.

And when you started mixing it, you questioned yourself on why the frosting was more on the liquidy side—and you didn't get the answer because you were still on that damn call with Tara.

The timer dinged and you almost jumped onto the oven in excitement. You sprinted to the oven, taking out the decadent, rich smelling chocolate cakes. You put all 3 layers next to eachother, before lining the circumference of the cake with the vanilla lemon frosting as a barrier for the raspberry compote. You did this for all three layers, assembled them, then applied the rest of the frosting to the outside of the cake.

You had to step back and appreciate how absolutely majestic the cake looked. Wonderful.

Just in time, Zayne arrived, closing the door behind him softly. You rushed to him, giving him a big hug, to which he returned with equal love.

"Hm? Whats this delightful smell?" Zayne's soothing voice said, his eyes staring towards the kitchen.

"I decided to make a little something for you. Come." You smile, taking his hand and presenting him the almighty cake you made him.

He smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "You didn't have to, love," he said, heading to the kitchen. You followed him as he sliced a piece of the cake. The vibrant raspberry filling was slightly oozing out, which made Zayne's mouth water. The room was silent as he grabbed a fork and took the first bite. The reaction was slow, but you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his face. He didnt say anything.

You panicked. "Is there something wrong?"

He stared at you, taking another bite slowly. "Its...different."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Different how?"

Zayne chewed thoughtfully, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. "The filling," he said finally, "It's...very lemony."

You blinked slowly, trying to figure out why it was that way. "But I only put half a lemon..." You said, trying to remember what the hell went wrong.

You peered into the trashcan to confirm that you only used half a lemon—but you were shocked to see 4 entire lemons in the trash.

"Oh my-" you facepalm yourself. "I used four. Im pretty sure I got distracted while Tara was calling me."

Zayne had a warm smile on his face. "Well, atleast the sourness woke me up."

You sighed, smiling back. "Im really sorry, ill make it right next time."

Zayne nodded, setting the fork aside. "How about we make another one now?" Zayne was really craving it, and wanted to help you do it again.

You smile widely. "Really?! Okay! Lets do it."

And so you both join eachother in the kitchen, whipping up the masterpiece cake, and this time, you added the right amount of lemon juice.

Rafayel was painting over at your home, and he has been working hard ever since the morning. You decided to create a delicacy for him, because why not? You decided that a blueberry cheesecake will do, but you didn't know the cream cheese at the store you bought would be...expired.

Your kitchen was busy, with you dashing around, carefully combining the ingredients together along with the evil cream cheese. The aroma of blueberries filled the air as you cooked it in a pan with some sugar and lemon juice to turn it into a blueberry compote. You mixed in half of the compote into the cream cheese mix, reserving the other half for after you bake it for you to spread it out on top. You finally add some vanilla extract into the cream cheese mix which you almost forgot. But that didnt matter. Because it would still taste bad. But you wouldn't know that...yet.

As you waited for the cheesecake to finish, you decided to clean up the counter a bit.

As soon as the alarm went off, you dashed to the oven to get the cheesecake out. You wait for it to cool down before spreading the rest of the blueberry compote all on top of the cheesecake. There was some compote left, so you just set it to the side.

You heard footsteps coming, and you turned around to see Rafayel, his hands blemished with colorful paint.

"Ooh, what's this delightful aroma?" He said, standing next to you and staring down at the innocent looking cheesecake.

"Blueberry cheesecake! I made it just for you~"

"Oh my, thank you for this~ I'll finish this in seconds." He said, eagerly grabbing a spoon.

"Wait! Let me slice it first, you impatient fish." You said, rolling your eyes before cutting a slice and setting it on the plate.

You handed it to Rafayel, who took a bite with dramatic flair.

The first taste sent a symphony of flavors across his palate. As he swallowed, his expression shifted from one of delight to a grimace of horror. The cream cheese betrayal left him surprised.

"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh." Rafayel set the spoon down, his eyes wide.

Your smile froze. "What's wrong?"

He ran away to the bag of sugar set aside on the kitchen counter, pouring some in his mouth to get rid of the pungent taste. It didnt work. He frantically ran to the vanilla extract, and took a good swig before coughing.

"Help...me..." He coughed out.

You watched in shock as Rafayel stumbled back to the counter, his eyes watering. You took a tentative bite yourself, and your face mirrored his. The cheesecake was absolutely TERRIBLE.

"What the hell..? Why is this bad?" You say with shock and confusion, upset with how things went.

"Please...I think the cream cheese is expired...oh..." He said his expression still grimaced yet he chuckled a little.

Your eyes widened. "Expired?"

They both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter that filled the room The sound was infectious, and soon you were both leaning against the kitchen counter, holding your stomachs and gasping for breath.

"Well, I suppose it's...an acquired taste," Rafayel managed to say between giggles, wiping a tear from his eye.

You nodded, trying to regain your composure. "I'll just throw it out and start again or something."

"No, no," he protested, still smiling. "We can't let a little sourness ruin the moment. Besides, I've had worse."

He took another bite. He chewed and swallowed with exaggerated effort, patting his chest as if to keep the food down. "See? It's not that bad."

He said that right before he ran to the trashcan, spitting it out. You shake your head as he once again frantically scrambles to take another swig of the strong vanilla extract.

"Oh my stomach...."

"You barely even digested anything yet. You only swallowed one bite."

"Oh..oh my...ohhh....ahhh.."

"Well, i have some blueberry compote left." You took the pan which has a little amount left. "This will be good atleast. Open your mouth~"

He opened his mouth as you spooned in a generous amount.

The taste was heavenly. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and let out a contented sigh.

"I feel like a new person. Oh, I dont feel sick anymore. I feel good."

You giggled, watching Rafayel's theatrics with affection. "I'm so sorry about the cheesecake," you said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rafayel waved it off, his grin never fading. "Don't be. It's not every day someone tries to kill me with dessert."

The room filled with more laughter, the tension from the failed cheesecake dissipating quickly.

At Sylus's wonderful home, you had the entire grand kitchen to yourself. You wanted to create something delightful for Sylus, something decadent yet simple to make. You once made eclairs for Sylus, but it turns out you mixed up sugar with salt, which left you a little embarassed and disappointed. You settled on a chocolate soufflé because it was simple, yet rich and filling.

The aroma of cocoa powder filled the kitchen, measuring each ingredient precisely and whispering sweet nothings to the eggs and flour. This was so easy to make, and so hard to mess up.

Or so you thought. Because you made the most simple mistake of replacing sugar with salt. Again. The bag of sugar was next to the bag of salt, therefore, you just ruined the chocolate soufflé. Yet you continued to mix in the ingredients, unknowing of the certain imposter in the batter.

You put it in the oven gently, before closing the oven door. You sigh, leaning against the countertop, taking a well deserved break. You smile to yourself, imagining how pleased Sylus would be with the soufflé you've made him.

You take it out after its desired baking time. It looks astonishing, smells fragrant. Even Sylus got out of his room, taking a break from his little work things, but it was really just because of the rich smell of chocolate.

"I smell alot of chocolate," He says, smiling. "Seems like you're having much fun in my kitchen." He walked over, staring at the chocolate soufflé.

"This is for you, Sylus." You smile, handing him the warm chocolate soufflé, which looked absolutely scrumptious in that small ramekin.

"What's the occasion?" He smirked, taking it from your hand, grabbing a spoon.

"No occasion," you playfully winked. "Just felt like making a little something for the most charming rogue in the world."

He chuckled, getting a spoonful.

"This, is a chocolate soufflé to remember." You said with pride.

The words hung in the air as Sylus took a tentative bite, his eyes never leaving yours. The taste hit him like a sledgehammer, not the sweet symphony of flavors he had been expecting, but an assault of saltiness. He swallowed slowly. It brought him memories from the last time you made the atrocious eclairs for him.

"Indeed, it is a chocolate souffle to remember." He smirked, setting the spoon down. "Tell me, are you trying to get in my daily dose of sodium?"

You looked at him quizzically, your smile not wavering. "What do you mean?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a tad...salty. Did you mix up the sugar with salt...again?"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you slapped your hand to your forehead. "Oh no, not again!"

He broke up into laughter, setting the soufflé aside before pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't worry, sweetie, this just serves as a reminder that nothing is as sweet as you."

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songofapollon · 3 months ago

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Homeric Hymn III. TO APOLLO

Translated by H. G. Evelyn-White

TO DELIAN APOLLO

[1] I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow. But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house. Then she leads him to a seat and makes him sit: and the Father gives him nectar in a golden cup welcoming his dear son, while the other gods make him sit down there, and queenly Leto rejoices because she bare a mighty son and an archer. Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows; her in Ortygia, and him in rocky Delos, as you rested against the great mass of the Cynthian hill hard by a palm-tree by the streams of Inopus.

[19] How, then, shall I sing of you who in all ways are a worthy theme of song? For everywhere, O Phoebus, the whole range of song is fallen to you, both over the mainland that rears heifers and over the isles. All mountain-peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep and beaches sloping seawards and havens of the sea are your delight. Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea-girt Delos -- while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds -- whence arising you rule over all mortal men?

[30] Among those who are in Crete, and in the township of Athens, and in the isle of Aegina and Euboea, famous for ships, in Aegae and Eiresiae and Peparethus near the sea, in Thracian Athos and Pelion's towering heights and Thracian Samos and the shady hills of Ida, in Scyros and Phocaea and the high hill of Autocane and fair-lying Imbros and smouldering Lemnos and rich Lesbos, home of Macar, the son of Aeolus, and Chios, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea, and craggy Mimas and the heights of Corycus and gleaming Claros and the sheer hill of Aesagea and watered Samos and the steep heights of Mycale, in Miletus and Cos, the city of Meropian men, and steep Cnidos and windy Carpathos, in Naxos and Paros and rocky Rhenaea -- so far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son. But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, until queenly Leto set foot on Delos and uttered winged words and asked her:

[51] "Delos, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son "Phoebus Apollo and make him a rich temple --; for no other will touch you, as you will find: and I think you will never be rich in oxen and sheep, nor bear vintage nor yet produce plants abundantly. But if you have the temple of far-shooting Apollo, all men will bring you hecatombs and gather here, and incessant savour of rich sacrifice will always arise, and you will feed those who dwell in you from the hand of strangers; for truly your own soil is not rich."

[62] So spake Leto. And Delos rejoiced and answered and said: "Leto, most glorious daughter of great Coeus, joyfully would I receive your child the far-shooting lord; for it is all too true that I am ill-spoken of among men, whereas thus I should become very greatly honoured. But this saying I fear, and I will not hide it from you, Leto. They say that Apollo will be one that is very haughty and will greatly lord it among gods and men all over the fruitful earth. Therefore, I greatly fear in heart and spirit that as soon as he sets the light of the sun, he will scorn this island -- for truly I have but a hard, rocky soil -- and overturn me and thrust me down with his feet in the depths of the sea; then will the great ocean wash deep above my head for ever, and he will go to another land such as will please him, there to make his temple and wooded groves. So, many-footed creatures of the sea will make their lairs in me and black seals their dwellings undisturbed, because I lack people. Yet if you will but dare to sware a great oath, goddess, that here first he will build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, then let him afterwards make temples and wooded groves amongst all men; for surely he will be greatly renowned."

[83] So said Delos. And Leto sware the great oath of the gods: "Now hear this, Earth and wide Heaven above, and dropping water of Styx (this is the strongest and most awful oath for the blessed gods), surely Phoebus shall have here his fragrant altar and precinct, and you he shall honour above all."

[89] Now when Leto had sworn and ended her oath, Delos was very glad at the birth of the far-shooting lord. But Leto was racked nine days and nine nights with pangs beyond wont. And there were with her all the chiefest of the goddesses, Dione and Rhea and Ichnaea and Themis and loud-moaning Amphitrite and the other deathless goddesses save white-armed Hera, who sat in the halls of cloud-gathering Zeus. Only Eilithyia, goddess of sore travail, had not heard of Leto's trouble, for she sat on the top of Olympus beneath golden clouds by white-armed Hera's contriving, who kept her close through envy, because Leto with the lovely tresses was soon to bear a son faultless and strong.

[102] But the goddesses sent out Iris from the well-set isle to bring Eilithyia, promising her a great necklace strung with golden threads, nine cubits long. And they bade Iris call her aside from white-armed Hera, lest she might afterwards turn her from coming with her words. When swift Iris, fleet of foot as the wind, had heard all this, she set to run; and quickly finishing all the distance she came to the home of the gods, sheer Olympus, and forthwith called Eilithyia out from the hall to the door and spoke winged words to her, telling her all as the goddesses who dwell on Olympus had bidden her. So she moved the heart of Eilithyia in her dear breast; and they went their way, like shy wild-doves in their going.

[115] And as soon as Eilithyia the goddess of sore travail set foot on Delos, the pains of birth seized Leto, and she longed to bring forth; so she cast her arms about a palm tree and kneeled on the soft meadow while the earth laughed for joy beneath. Then the child leaped forth to the light, and all the goddesses washed you purely and cleanly with sweet water, and swathed you in a white garment of fine texture, new-woven, and fastened a golden band about you.

[123] Now Leto did not give Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, her breast; but Themis duly poured nectar and ambrosia with her divine hands: and Leto was glad because she had borne a strong son and an archer. But as soon as you had tasted that divine heavenly food, O Phoebus, you could no longer then be held by golden cords nor confined with bands, but all their ends were undone. Forthwith Phoebus Apollo spoke out among the deathless goddesses: "The lyre and the curved bow shall ever be dear to me, and I will declare to men the unfailing will of Zeus."

[133] So said Phoebus, the long-haired god who shoots afar and began to walk upon the wide-pathed earth; and all goddesses were amazed at him. Then with gold all Delos was laden, beholding the child of Zeus and Leto, for joy because the god chose her above the islands and shore to make his dwelling in her: and she loved him yet more in her heart, and blossomed as does a mountain-top with woodland flowers.

[140] And you, O lord Apollo, god of the silver bow, shooting afar, now walked on craggy Cynthus, and now kept wandering about the island and the people in them. Many are your temples and wooded groves, and all peaks and towering bluffs of lofty mountains and rivers flowing to the sea are dear to you, Phoebus, yet in Delos do you most delight your heart; for there the long robed Ionians gather in your honour with their children and shy wives: mindful, they delight you with boxing and dancing and song, so often as they hold their gathering. A man would say that they were deathless and unageing if he should then come upon the Ionians so met together. For he would see the graces of them all, and would be pleased in heart gazing at the men and well-girded women with their swift ships and great wealth. And there is this great wonder besides -- and its renown shall never perish -- the girls of Delos, hand-maidens of the Far-shooter; for when they have praised Apollo first, and also Leto and Artemis who delights in arrows, they sing a strain-telling of men and women of past days, and charm the tribes of men. Also they can imitate the tongues of all men and their clattering speech: each would say that he himself were singing, so close to truth is their sweet song.

[165] And now may Apollo be favourable and Artemis; and farewell all you maidens. Remember me in after time whenever any one of men on earth, a stranger who has seen and suffered much, comes here and asks of you: "Whom think ye, girls, is the sweetest singer that comes here, and in whom do you most delight?" Then answer, each and all, with one voice: "He is a blind man, and dwells in rocky Chios: his lays are evermore supreme." As for me, I will carry your renown as far as I roam over the earth to the well-placed this thing is true. And I will never cease to praise far-shooting Apollo, god of the silver bow, whom rich-haired Leto bare.

TO PYTHIAN APOLLO

[179] O Lord, Lycia is yours and lovely Maeonia and Miletus, charming city by the sea, but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self.

[182] Leto's all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lyre, clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key his lyre sings sweet. Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympus, to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods: then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song, and all the Muses together, voice sweetly answering voice, hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men, all that they endure at the hands of the deathless gods, and how they live witless and helpless and cannot find healing for death or defence against old age. Meanwhile the rich-tressed Graces and cheerful Seasons dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one, not mean nor puny, but tall to look upon and enviable in mien, Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollo. Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Slayer of Argus, while Apollo plays his lyre stepping high and featly and a radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus, rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son playing among the undying gods.

[207] How then shall I sing of you -- though in all ways you are a worthy theme for song? Shall I sing of you as wooer and in the fields of love, how you went wooing the daughter of Azan along with god-like Ischys the son of well-horsed Elatius, or with Phorbas sprung from Triops, or with Ereutheus, or with Leucippus and the wife of Leucippus ((lacuna)) . . . you on foot, he with his chariot, yet he fell not short of Triops. Or shall I sing how at the first you went about the earth seeking a place of oracle for men, O far-shooting Apollo? To Pieria first you went down from Olympus and passed by sandy Lectus and Enienae and through the land of the Perrhaebi. Soon you came to Iolcus and set foot on Cenaeum in Euboea, famed for ships: you stood in the Lelantine plain, but it pleased not your heart to make a temple there and wooded groves. From there you crossed the Euripus, far-shooting Apollo, and went up the green, holy hills, going on to Mycalessus and grassy-bedded Teumessus, and so came to the wood-clad abode of Thebe; for as yet no man lived in holy Thebe, nor were there tracks or ways about Thebe's wheat-bearing plain as yet.

[229] And further still you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and came to Onchestus, Poseidon's bright grove: there the new-broken cold distressed with drawing the trim chariot gets spirit again, and the skilled driver springs from his car and goes on his way. Then the horses for a while rattle the empty car, being rid of guidance; and if they break the chariot in the woody grove, men look after the horses, but tilt the chariot and leave it there; for this was the rite from the very first. And the drivers pray to the lord of the shrine; but the chariot falls to the lot of the god.

[239] Further yet you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and reached next Cephissus' sweet stream which pours forth its sweet- flowing water from Lilaea, and crossing over it, O worker from afar, you passed many-towered Ocalea and reached grassy Haliartus.

[244] Then you went towards Telphusa: and there the pleasant place seemed fit for making a temple and wooded grove. You came very near and spoke to her: "Telphusa, here I am minded to make a glorious temple, an oracle for men, and hither they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both those who live in rich Peloponnesus and those of Europe and all the wave-washed isles, coming to seek oracles. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, giving answer in my rich temple."

[254] So said Phoebus Apollo, and laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long. But when Telphusa saw this, she was angry in heart and spoke, saying: "Lord Phoebus, worker from afar, I will speak a word of counsel to your heart, since you are minded to make here a glorious temple to be an oracle for men who will always bring hither perfect hecatombs for you; yet I will speak out, and do you lay up my words in your heart. The trampling of swift horses and the sound of mules watering at my sacred springs will always irk you, and men will like better to gaze at the well-made chariots and stamping, swift-footed horses than at your great temple and the many treasures that are within. But if you will be moved by me -- for you, lord, are stronger and mightier than I, and your strength is very great -- build at Crisa below the glades of Parnassus: there no bright chariot will clash, and there will be no noise of swift-footed horses near your well-built altar. But so the glorious tribes of men will bring gifts to you as Iepaeon (`Hail-Healer'), and you will receive with delight rich sacrifices from the people dwelling round about." So said Telphusa, that she alone, and not the Far-Shooter, should have renown there; and she persuaded the Far-Shooter.

[277] Further yet you went, far-shooting Apollo, until you came to the town of the presumptuous Phlegyae who dwell on this earth in a lovely glade near the Cephisian lake, caring not for Zeus. And thence you went speeding swiftly to the mountain ridge, and came to Crisa beneath snowy Parnassus, a foothill turned towards the west: a cliff hangs over if from above, and a hollow, rugged glade runs under. There the lord Phoebus Apollo resolved to make his lovely temple, and thus he said: "In this place I am minded to build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, and here they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both they who dwell in rich Peloponnesus and the men of Europe and from all the wave-washed isles, coming to question me. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, answering them in my rich temple."

[294] When he had said this, Phoebus Apollo laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long; and upon these the sons of Erginus, Trophonius and Agamedes, dear to the deathless gods, laid a footing of stone. And the countless tribes of men built the whole temple of wrought stones, to be sung of for ever.

[300] But near by was a sweet flowing spring, and there with his strong bow the lord, the son of Zeus, killed the bloated, great she-dragon, a fierce monster wont to do great mischief to men upon earth, to men themselves and to their thin- shanked sheep; for she was a very bloody plague. She it was who once received from gold-throned Hera and brought up fell, cruel Typhaon to be a plague to men. Once on a time Hera bare him because she was angry with father Zeus, when the Son of Cronos bare all-glorious Athena in his head. Thereupon queenly Hera was angry and spoke thus among the assembled gods:

[311] "Hear from me, all gods and goddesses, how cloud-gathering Zeus begins to dishonour me wantonly, when he has made me his true-hearted wife. See now, apart from me he has given birth to bright-eyed Athena who is foremost among all the blessed gods. But my son Hephaestus whom I bare was weakly among all the blessed gods and shrivelled of foot, a shame and disgrace to me in heaven, whom I myself took in my hands and cast out so that he fell in the great sea. But silver-shod Thetis the daughter of Nereus took and cared for him with her sisters: would that she had done other service to the blessed gods! O wicked one and crafty! What else will you now devise? How dared you by yourself give birth to bright-eyed Athena? Would not I have borne you a child -- I, who was at least called your wife among the undying gods who hold wide heaven. Beware now lest I devise some evil thing for you hereafter: yes, now I will contrive that a son be born me to be foremost among the undying gods -- and that without casting shame on the holy bond of wedlock between you and me. And I will not come to your bed, but will consort with the blessed gods far off from you."

[331] When she had so spoken, she went apart from the gods, being very angry. Then straightway large-eyed queenly Hera prayed, striking the ground flatwise with her hand, and speaking thus: "Hear now, I pray, Earth and wide Heaven above, and you Titan gods who dwell beneath the earth about great Tartarus, and from whom are sprung both gods and men! Harken you now to me, one and all, and grant that I may bear a child apart from Zeus, no wit lesser than him in strength -- nay, let him be as much stronger than Zeus as all-seeing Zeus than Cronos."

[340] Thus she cried and lashed the earth with her strong hand. Then the life-giving earth was moved: and when Hera saw it she was glad in heart, for she thought her prayer would be fulfilled. And thereafter she never came to the bed of wise Zeus for a full year, not to sit in her carved chair as aforetime to plan wise counsel for him, but stayed in her temples where many pray, and delighted in her offerings, large-eyed queenly Hera. But when the months and days were fulfilled and the seasons duly came on as the earth moved round, she bare one neither like the gods nor mortal men, fell, cruel Typhaon, to be a plague to men. Straightway large-eyed queenly Hera took him and bringing one evil thing to another such, gave him to the dragoness; and she received him. And this Typhaon used to work great mischief among the famous tribes of men. Whosoever met the dragoness, the day of doom would sweep him away, until the lord Apollo, who deals death from afar, shot a strong arrow at her. Then she, rent with bitter pangs, lay drawing great gasps for breath and rolling about that place. An awful noise swelled up unspeakable as she writhed continually this way and that amid the wood: and so she left her life, breathing it forth in blood.

[362] Then Phoebus Apollo boasted over her: "Now rot here upon the soil that feeds man! You at least shall live no more to be a fell bane to men who eat the fruit of the all-nourishing earth, and who will bring hither perfect hecatombs. Against cruel death neither Typhoeus shall avail you nor ill-famed Chimera, but here shall the Earth and shining Hyperion make you rot."

[370] Thus said Phoebus, exulting over her: and darkness covered her eyes. And the holy strength of Helios made her rot away there; wherefore the place is now called Pytho, and men call the lord Apollo by another name, Pythian; because on that spot the power of piercing Helios made the monster rot away.

[375] Then Phoebus Apollo saw that the sweet-flowing spring had beguiled him, and he started out in anger against Telphusa; and soon coming to her, he stood close by and spoke to her: "Telphusa, you were not, after all, to keep to yourself this lovely place by deceiving my mind, and pour forth your clear flowing water: here my renown shall also be and not yours alone?"

[382] Thus spoke the lord, far-working Apollo, and pushed over upon her a crag with a shower of rocks, hiding her streams: and he made himself an altar in a wooded grove very near the clear-flowing stream. In that place all men pray to the great one by the name Telphusian, because he humbled the stream of holy Telphusa.

[388] Then Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky Pytho. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans from Cnossos,10 the city of Minos, they who do sacrifice to the prince and announce his decrees, whatsoever Phoebus Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, speaks in answer from his laurel tree below the dells of Parnassus. These men were sailing in their black ship for traffic and for profit to sandy Pylos and to the men of Pylos. But Phoebus Apollo met them: in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand11; but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and make the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, and did not loose the sheets throughout the black, hollow ship, nor lowered the sail of their dark-prowed vessel, but as they had set it first of all with oxhide ropes, so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind. First they passed by Malea, and then along the Laconian coast they came to Taenarum, sea-garlanded town and country of Helios who gladdens men, where the thick- fleeced sheep of the lord Helios feed continually and occupy a glad-some country. There they wished to put their ship to shore, and land and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the monster would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along Peloponnesus: and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze. So the ship ran on its course and came to Arena and lovely Argyphea and Thryon, the ford of Alpheus, and well-placed Aepy and sandy Pylos and the men of Pylos; past Cruni it went and Chalcis and past Dyme and fair Elis, where the Epei rule. And at the time when she was making for Pherae, exulting in the breeze from Zeus, there appeared to them below the clouds the steep mountain of Ithaca, and Dulichium and Same and wooded Zacynthus. But when they were passed by all the coast of Peloponnesus, then, towards Crisa, that vast gulf began to heave in sight which through all its length cuts off the rich isle of Pelops. There came on them a strong, clear west-wind by ordinance of Zeus and blew from heaven vehemently, that with all speed the ship might finish coursing over the briny water of the sea. So they began again to voyage back towards the dawn and the sun: and the lord Apollo, son of Zeus, led them on until they reached far-seen Crisa, land of vines, and into haven: there the sea-coursing ship grounded on the sands.

[440] Then, like a star at noonday, the lord, far-working Apollo, leaped from the ship: flashes of fire flew from him thick and their brightness reached to heaven. He entered into his shrine between priceless tripods, and there made a flame to flare up bright, showing forth the splendour of his shafts, so that their radiance filled all Crisa, and the wives and well-girded daughters of the Crisaeans raised a cry at that outburst of Phoebus; for he cast great fear upon them all. From his shrine he sprang forth again, swift as a thought, to speed again to the ship, bearing the form of a man, brisk and sturdy, in the prime of his youth, while his broad shoulders were covered with his hair: and he spoke to the Cretans, uttering winged words:

[452] "Strangers, who are you? Whence come you sailing along the paths of the sea? Are you for traffic, or do you wander at random over the sea as pirates do who put their own lives to hazard and bring mischief to men of foreign parts as they roam? Why rest you so and are afraid, and do not go ashore nor stow the gear of your black ship? For that is the custom of men who live by bread, whenever they come to land in their dark ships from the main, spent with toil; at once desire for sweet food catches them about the heart."

[462] So speaking, he put courage in their hearts, and the master of the Cretans answered him and said: "Stranger -- though you are nothing like mortal men in shape or stature, but are as the deathless gods -- hail and all happiness to you, and may the gods give you good. Now tell me truly that I may surely know it: what country is this, and what land, and what men live herein? As for us, with thoughts set otherwards, we were sailing over the great sea to Pylos from Crete (for from there we declare that we are sprung), but now are come on shipboard to this place by no means willingly -- another way and other paths -- and gladly would we return. But one of the deathless gods brought us here against our will."

[474] Then far-working Apollo answered then and said: "Strangers who once dwelt about wooded Cnossos but now shall return no more each to his loved city and fair house and dear wife; here shall you keep my rich temple that is honoured by many men. I am the son of Zeus; Apollo is my name: but you I brought here over the wide gulf of the sea, meaning you no hurt; nay, here you shall keep my rich temple that is greatly honoured among men, and you shall know the plans of the deathless gods, and by their will you shall be honoured continually for all time. And now come, make haste and do as I say. First loose the sheets and lower the sail, and then draw the swift ship up upon the land. Take out your goods and the gear of the straight ship, and make an altar upon the beach of the sea: light fire upon it and make an offering of white meal. Next, stand side by side around the altar and pray: and in as much as at the first on the hazy sea I sprang upon the swift ship in the form of a dolphin, pray to me as Apollo Delphinius; also the altar itself shall be called Delphinius and overlooking12 for ever. Afterwards, sup beside your dark ship and pour an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. But when you have put away craving for sweet food, come with me singing the hymn Ie Paean (Hail, Healer!), until you come to the place where you shall keep my rich temple."

[502] So said Apollo. And they readily harkened to him and obeyed him. First they unfastened the sheets and let down the sail and lowered the mast by the forestays upon the mast-rest. Then, landing upon the beach of the sea, they hauled up the ship from the water to dry land and fixed long stays under it. Also they made an altar upon the beach of the sea, and when they had lit a fire, made an offering of white meal, and prayed standing around the altar as Apollo had bidden them. Then they took their meal by the swift, black ship, and poured an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. And when they had put away craving for drink and food, they started out with the lord Apollo, the son of Zeus, to lead them, holding a lyre in his hands, and playing sweetly as he stepped high and featly. So the Cretans followed him to Pytho, marching in time as they chanted the Ie Paean after the manner of the Cretan paean-singers and of those in whose hearts the heavenly Muse has put sweet-voiced song. With tireless feet they approached the ridge and straightway came to Parnassus and the lovely place where they were to dwell honoured by many men. There Apollo brought them and showed them his most holy sanctuary and rich temple.

[524] But their spirit was stirred in their dear breasts, and the master of the Cretans asked him, saying: "Lord, since you have brought us here far from our dear ones and our fatherland, -- for so it seemed good to your heart, -- tell us now how we shall live. That we would know of you. This land is not to be desired either for vineyards or for pastures so that we can live well thereon and also minister to men."

[531] Then Apollo, the son of Zeus, smiled upon them and said: "Foolish mortals and poor drudges are you, that you seek cares and hard toils and straits! Easily will I tell you a word and set it in your hearts. Though each one of you with knife in hand should slaughter sheep continually, yet would you always have abundant store, even all that the glorious tribes of men bring here for me. But guard you my temple and receive the tribes of men that gather to this place, and especially show mortal men my will, and do you keep righteousness in your heart. But if any shall be disobedient and pay no heed to my warning, of if there shall be any idle word or deed and outrage as is common among mortal men, then other men shall be your masters and with a strong hand shall make you subject for ever. All has been told you: do you keep it in your heart."

[545] And so, farewell, son of Zeus and Leto; but I will remember you and another hymn also.

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Somebody Does Love | MYG - Will They, Won't They

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

This is the one where they take a brave step forward. Part 8 of Somebody Does Love.

Series Masterlist

Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 2.4k+

Warnings - kissing, lovesick and anxious Yoongi, that's about it

Ratings - 13+

Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona @7ndipity

A/N - Yes, I am alive. No, I did not abandon this story. Just, life happened. Ofc, not proofed (lol when is it ever). Just wholesome moments, really. Hope you like it.

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The kiss had been perfect—sweet and electrifying. For a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped to give them those precious few moments. The moment their lips met, it was like the world shifted. For a second, Yoongi forgot how to breathe, think, or do anything but feel.

This is real.

He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. For so long, he’d convinced himself that this was one-sided, that the way his heart raced when she laughed, the way his chest ached when she was near him, was his burden to carry alone. He’d hidden it, buried it beneath layers of careful excuses and overthought jokes. Or so he thought. She does not see you like that, he’d told himself, over and over, like a mantra.

But here she was, her lips against his, soft and warm and so awfully real it made his head spin.

She kissed him! Scratch that. She kissed him first! She. Kissed. Him. First!

A swell of disbelief surged in his chest. Was he imagining this? Was this some cruel trick of his mind, conjured by weeks of wishing and hoping in secret? His heart pounded so loudly he was sure Y/N could feel it too. He almost pulled away, afraid that the slightest shift would implode this extremely intimate moment and consume them whole.

But then she leaned in closer, her hands resting firmly against his lower back, grounding him. The touch was deliberate, sure.

She wants this too.

The realisation swept over him like a tidal wave, an overwhelming mix of exhilaration and fear. Fear of what this meant and euphoria for all that could come. For all the sleepless nights he’d spent dreaming about this, it still felt too good to be true. He wanted to laugh at himself for doubting it, for letting his insecurities keep him in the shadows.

Her lips moved steadily against his, and it felt like a quiet answer to every unspoken question, a silent assurance against all trepidation. He wasn’t dreaming. She was here, with him, choosing him.

How did I get this lucky?

He opened his eyes slowly, breaking the kiss momentarily, half afraid she’d disappear if he let her go. But her keen gaze accompanied by a low complaining moan dared him to believe that there was a feeling akin to affection floating between them. Maybe even more than that.

He blinked, swallowing hard, before pulling Y/N flush against him and diving in for another kiss. When they parted next, Yoongi could not hold back his smile as he said, “I waited so long to do that.”

Taken aback by a soft “Me too, actually,” with a flustered smile, he stared back, unmovingly, for a bit. Surely, Y/N in his arms, gushing in the aftermath of a kiss seemed too good to be true. The way his mind was racing between what would be and what would not have been if he had not followed her out onto this deck almost choked him up.

However, he could feel all the ifs and buts wiping away from his cognition as Y/N leaned slightly to peck him right by his mouth. Not on, just next to his lips. Yoongi kept his head lowered, trying to bite back a full grin.

When he found the courage to look into her eyes again, she asked, “You want to take a walk?”

Of course, he did. He did not trust his voice yet, so he nodded in response and let out an unmindful sigh. As they turned to walk down to the beach, Yoongi tried to quiet his thudding heart and reached out to hold Y/N’s hand. It seemed like the only natural thing to do. Almost instinctively, their fingers wrapped around each other. Yoongi could live in this moment forever. Nothing more, nothing less. Just the absolution of being wanted by Y/N, the sober affirmation of her hand in his.

But the moment shattered as thunder rolled overhead, a warning drumbeat that quickly turned into a deafening roar. A flash of lightning cut through the night, momentarily blinding Yoongi and Y/N, and shrouding the beach in a dense darkness.

As Yoongi blinked quickly to acclimate to the lack of light, he realised that the power had gone off. All electronic lights were out.

At that moment, after what seemed to be aeons, both Yoongi and Y/N realised that they were on the deck of Hajoon’s beach house. All their friends were still inside. Hand in hand still, their phones’ flashlights alight in the other, they turned to walk back into the house.

The house was alive with chaos.

“Do we have candles?” someone yelled from the kitchen.

“Who left the window open in the kitchen? I think I saw something jump in!”

“I swear I just saw something move—was that the wind, or do we have a fox in here?!”

Yoongi and Y/N exchanged glances, barely visible to the other as most lights were directed to the floor. Her gaze managed to calm something in him, despite the mayhem around them.

“Who lit this candle?!” Another voice, muffled but distinctly annoyed, came from the hallway. “It smells like... vanilla? We hate vanilla!”

Someone tripped over a forgotten board game on the floor, letting out a startled yelp.

The chaos in the house only seemed to intensify. The wind howled, slamming the shutters of the windows that hadn’t been latched properly. Someone cursed loudly from the living room, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

“Yoongi! Is that you?” Hajoon appeared in the dim light, his face barely visible as a flashlight beam bobbed from his hand. “Could you check the back patio? Something’s banging against the railing—it might be that cooler we left out.”

Yoongi hesitated. His fingers still tangled with Y/N’s, he felt her slight squeeze before she let go, her hand slipping away like an afterthought.

“I’ll help,” Y/N volunteered, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves she was trying to suppress.

Hajoon nodded and led her away, leaving Yoongi, standing awkwardly in the doorway. A mixture of relief and regret settled in his chest as he watched her go, her phone’s flashlight bobbing with each step.

“Yoongi! Get in here!” another voice, possibly Aera, hollered, and he turned toward the kitchen.

As the storm raged outside, the night dissolved into a blur of small tasks and distractions. Y/N was roped into helping Hajoon and the others secure the house, close windows, and retrieve candles from forgotten drawers. Yoongi found himself sidetracked by someone’s misplaced luggage, searching for dry towels when a window leaked rainwater onto the hallway floor.

Their paths did not cross again that night.

Each time Yoongi caught a glimpse of her—a fleeting shadow in the flicker of candlelight, the curve of her silhouette against a flashlight beam—his chest tightened. Every time she looked his way, her lips parted as if she had something to say, but the moment never presented itself.

By the time the house finally settled into an uneasy quiet, the storm having dulled into a steady rain, Yoongi retreated to one of the small guest rooms, unable to keep up with another round of candlelight reverse Uno. He leaned against the closed door, exhaling shakily as the memory of the kiss surfaced again. It felt both surreal and inescapable.

What now?

His phone’s screen glowed faintly in the dark, but every time he thought of texting her, the words crumbled before they could form.

The storm had left the air crisp and clean, the horizon glowing faintly as the first rays of sunlight spilt over the ocean. Yoongi wrapped his arms around himself, pulling the overshirt closer together, as he stepped onto the beach, the cool morning breeze making him shiver slightly. The house was still and quiet, its occupants likely exhausted from the night before.

He walked slowly along the shoreline, his feet sinking into the damp sand. The events of the previous night played on an endless loop in his mind—the kiss, the storm, the chaos that had swept them apart. And now, the question he had avoided asking himself lingered stubbornly in his chest.

What now?

“Hey.”

The voice was soft but unmistakable. He turned to see Y/N standing a few steps behind him, her hands shoved into the pockets of her sweatpants. Her hair was mussed, her eyes slightly puffy from lack of sleep, but she still managed to look disarmingly charming.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, stepping closer.

He shook his head. “You?”

“Not a chance.”

For a moment, they just stood there, the silence between them broken only by the gentle crash of the waves. Finally, Y/N gestured toward the shoreline. “Walk with me?”

He hesitated but nodded, falling into step beside her.

“I thought about texting you last night,” Yoongi began after a while. “But I didn’t know what to say.”

“I thought about it too,” Y/N admitted, kicking at a stray shell in the sand. “But... it felt like something we needed to talk about in person.”

He glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

The pause that followed felt heavier this time, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

“Yoongi,” she said finally, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t regret it. The kiss. I just... I don’t know what to do now.”

His steps slowed, and he turned to face her fully. “Neither do I,” he said honestly. “But I know how I feel about you. I’ve known for a while now.”

Her breath caught, her eyes searching his for any hint of doubt. She found none.

“It’s just…” Y/N started, then sighed, her words faltering under the weight of her thoughts. She hugged herself, as though bracing against the morning chill—or perhaps against the vulnerability she felt in that moment. “You’re... you. And I don’t know-” she sighed to a stop and looked up at Yoongi. She was scared she would find some amount of resentment. What she saw instead, was the opposite. Understanding. An empathetic look that tugged at her heart.

“I get it,” he said quietly, his voice almost lost in the rhythm of the waves. “I’ve seen what it does to people—people I care about. It’s messy and exhausting, and mostly it’s unfair.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. Of course, he knew. He knew the cost of it all. He was terrified that if they decided to pursue a relationship, a lot could go wrong, and things could end horribly. However, as he looked at Y/N and the early morning light on her slightly frowning face, the thought of not trying at all scared him even more.

“But I also know what it feels like to meet someone who makes all of that seem small. And the way I feel about you?” His voice grew softer still. “That’s worth figuring it out. Worth trying.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She turned her gaze to the horizon, the sunlight dancing on the waves as if mocking the storm within her. “And what if it’s not?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

“What do you mean?” he urged, voice still so soft, it would be inaudible if they hadn’t moved to stand so close.

Y/N reached out for Yoongi’s hands and he drew in a long, shaky breath, sighing at the sense of reassurance the small but significant gesture provided him.

“What if I can’t deal with it all?” she asked, looking away from his eyes, down to their joined hands between them.

Yoongi squeezed Y/N’s hands, in an attempt to comfort her. “I can say that you won’t have to deal with anything alone. I know I am asking for a chance from a selfish place-”

“That’s not-” she tried to interrupt but Yoongi continued, bringing her right hand up to his lips, to leave a small peck, “I am not saying anything we decide to do will be easy to pursue. It may change a lot of things.”

His startling honesty made her look back up at him. “But not trying would change us too, wouldn’t it?” he asked.

Her eyes flickered between his eyes, and for a moment, the fortress she attempted to build with logic and rationale, faltered. “Yoongi…” she began again, but the words stuck in her throat. Her gaze shifted down to the sand beneath their feet again.

The man she was addressing stayed quiet, allowing her the space to gather her thoughts.

“I like you Yoongi, I like you a lot. Every time we say goodbye, I wonder when we will see each other again. I feel like a teenager with a crush,” Y/N let out a chuckle. Yoongi joined in, his heart soaring with identical ruminations.

“Every time I look at you, I want to hold your hand, keep your arm in mine and talk to you about anything and everything all at once,” Y/N gave his hands a slight squeeze and added, “But I am scared that won’t be enough.”

“Y/N,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “That is more than enough, more than what I should be asking of you, honestly,” he added. “I know what you’re scared of. I hate that my life could make you feel that way. But I am just me. To you, that is all I want to be. Just me. Just Yoongi.”

Her breath hitched, his words cutting through the noise in her head.

“Yoongi?” He loved the way she said his name. He hummed in response.

“Can I ask you to do one thing?” Y/N sounded hesitant.

“Of course, anything you want,” he said without missing a beat.

Y/N looked him in the eyes again, before inching closer and dropping her forehead against his. Yoongi sighed in comfort, as he nudged her hands to rest around him, before entangling her in a similar embrace like the night before.

Sniffling slightly, Y/N said in the softest voice yet, “Please be honest with me.” Seeing a slight frown on Yoongi’s face, she explained, “No matter what happens, good or bad, if things need changing or redoing. Just be upfront about it all, be completely honest. Always.”

“I can try to live up to that,” Yoongi murmured back.

“Okay then,” Y/N sighed out.

“Okay” Yoongi let out a small laugh. “Also Y/N?”

It was her turn to hum in response. “I like you too, by the way, in case it was not clear. And I am scared too but I like you too damned much. So much more than I can explain right now. But I hope I can show it to you every day, starting now.”

Yoongi swore he saw a blush spread across her face and not just the lights of dawn reflecting. Y/N could indeed feel her face burn as she groaned and chuckled at once, hiding her face in his chest. He welcomed the move and held her tighter in his arms if that was possible.

As Yoongi stood by the vast sea, with Y/N in his arms, staring at the calm, blue sky, he felt a raging storm within him quiet down.

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descent-13 · 1 month ago

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the desolate, the unmindful, the infinitely wise wind..

#photography #my photography #athens

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thepastdied · 2 years ago

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Drowning in Chocolate

eddie munson × reader fluff

Word Count: ~ 1k

Summary: You want to be Eddie's partner for a class project.

You stared at the back of Eddie's head as the sound of several chairs screeched across the tiled floor.

You were dreading this moment all semester. It was time for the group project that would replace a final exam, and, as much as you'd prefer that, you hated having to partner up. The rest of the class was already scrambling to grab their friends, bumping into desks and pushing other students out of chairs so they could sit with their groups so they could discuss their topics.

Of course, no one paid you any mind.

Or Eddie.

And he couldn't care less, head resting in his palm as he gazed out the window at the bright spring day - completely oblivious to all the bustling. You could see just the side of his face and the flutter of his long eyelashes when he blinked, bangs fluffing when he blew a piece from his eye. Those big, chocolate brown eyes. You could watch him all day.

You were both the only people without partners. Though, even if there was someone else, you didn't want them. Your stomach churned as you willed yourself to muster up enough courage just to reach out and–

"Eddie?" You blurted, biting your tongue the moment his name slipped past your lips. Your hand was just inches from his back and you quickly retracted it.

"Huh?" He jumped and spun around, knee hitting his desk, causing him to briefly wince before smiling shyly. Oh my god, his freckles got darker. Your heart skipped a beat.

You blinked at him a few times when your eyes met, big brown eyes looking at you expectantly. Fuck. You were sucked right in.

"Me?" He pointed to himself, finger tapping against his Motorhead patch before whipping his head toward the classroom, eyes darting around.

"I'm pretty sure you're the only 'Eddie' in this class.." You stated, lips turning up into a smile.

His lips formed into an 'O' at the realization, nodding slowly as he resituated himself to face you, eyes boring into yours again. Your anxiety flared up again and you felt like you were drowning in those fucking eyes. They were swallowing you whole, thick chocolate suffocating you.

"Uh.." He started, shifting in his seat. "Yeah, sorry, I'm used to people calling me 'Munson' or 'freak' so it kinda took me by surprise.." He tittered, fingers playing with the corner of your textbook.

"Do you know that we have a group project?-"

"When!?" He looked at you incredulously and slapped both of his hands on top of your desk.

Your eyes widened in surprise, laughing at his unmindfulness.

"The teacher just assigned it, Eddie.."

Eddie's lips just barely pinched into a small smile when you said his name. He groaned and looked back at the teacher who stood directly in front of a chalkboard with an entire description of the project's guidelines. He turned back to you slowly, sheepishly puffing out a breath.

"Did you wanna… do it with me?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him.

He looked dumbfounded, squinting his eyes at you.

"Did they put you up to this?" He pointed his thumb toward the jocks sitting a few seats over, tone serious.

You looked over at the boys who so happened to be looking back, the three of them exchanging looks with one another and laughing at something the other said. Your blood boiled. Not because of what Eddie said, but because they were the ones that teased him enough to make him even think that in the first place.

"Got a problem?" You snapped at them.

Eddie dropped his hand, eyes widening as he looked between you and the boys you were glaring at. They all stopped laughing, shock written on all their faces. No one had heard you speak that loud before - or even heard you speak in general.

"No?" You raised an eyebrow and leaned in their direction. All of them shook their heads awkwardly and turned back.

"Do you want to be partners for the project." You confidentially asked him, figuring that your embarrassing awkwardness earlier could have made him suspicious.

"Y-yeah, sure -" He nodded dumbly, sitting up straighter in his seat as he nervously chewed the inside of his lip.

Your mouth went dry, adrenaline wearing thin. You couldn't speak and felt like you were choking. Eddie was looking at you again with those stupidly pretty eyes, you were choking on chocolate.

"You know," He started, finger pointing up. "I've never had someone ask to be my partner before."

You wanted to lie and act surprised- but you couldn't. Both of you knew it wasn't a shocker. You gave him a pensive smile, looking down at his hands where his fingers twisted around his rings. Did he put on cologne?

"Well, I wanted to ask you when Mrs. O'Donnell mentioned it the first week of class-"

"She mentioned it the first week -.. wait -" He did a few hard blinks, leaning forward over your desk as you slightly moved yours back at his close proximity.

"You wanted to ask me before it was even assigned?!" He yelled in a hushed tone as he held his heart at the confession, chocolate eyes glistening.

You giggled at his reaction, his lips pulling into a grin at the sound.

"So I ain't just a last resort?"

"Absolutely not!" You crossed your arms and shook your head.

"Hmm.. so you've wanted to talk to me all semester then?" He smirked and cooly sat back, puckering his lips.

You gave him a tight smile and narrowed your eyes.

"Don't get ahead of yourself -"

"Alright, alright.. sorry, just surprised a pretty girl asked to be my partner. It's only 8am and two things - oh my god…" His hand that he was motioning back and forth as he talked stilled and his eyes snapped to yours, wide in panic.

Your mouth was slightly open. Pretty.. he called you pretty. You were submerged now, chocolate over your head. All your senses were obscured aside from your eyes remaining on his.

Just before you were able to speak, the bell rang.

Eddie clumsily scrambled out of his seat, mumbling an"Eddie, you're so stupid" before grabbing his backpack from the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. He glanced at you one last time before turning to leave but stopped in his tracks.

"Yeah, I'll be your partner." He stood slightly hunched over awkwardly, head turned slightly away from you as he mumbled. "See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." You said sweetly, trying to make him feel less embarrassed.

And then he was gone, practically running out of the class.

You took a silent gasp of air, finally coming out of the chocolate ocean.

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