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thelesbianlegacy-swtor · 3 years

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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN

SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette

Sith Warrior

Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin

Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed

Headcannons

Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.

Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.

Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.

She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?

Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that

Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways

For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.

She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.

She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.

Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding

Seraphine <3 Temple

Sith Agent. New code name: Specter

Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.

Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix

Headcannons

A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter.

After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her.

She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.

Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple

Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him

Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal

Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath

FUCK SCORPIO UwU

Arthemys Delos <3 Mako

Huntress

Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair

Lesbian

Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then

Headcannons

Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.

Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.

The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.

Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.

Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.

Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around

YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2

Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body.

Selendis <3 Lana and Senya

Sith Inquisitor

Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos.

Sorcerer

Lesbian. The one to dom them all.

No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys

A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”

Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest

Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it

Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.

Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history

Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.

Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.

Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.

REPUBLIC OCS

Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one Lesbian Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)

T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council

Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love

Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day

Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side.

Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA

She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good

Qyzen. Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies

Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him.

Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent

Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad

Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around

NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME.

PRESENTING. THE ARTIST

Sarah Novadust

The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas”

A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents

She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later

Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy

As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic.

As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best

#swtor #swtor oc #star wars oc #starwars oc #Star Wars The Old Republic #star wars: the old republic

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chalk-reverie · 3 years

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Atypical SEASON 4 thoughts

This season is lit and I got excited when I saw the trailer on twitter and I binged watch immediately.

For real this show tackles family issues, letting go, death, growing up, leaving home and oh, highschool problems.

I don't think I can write this spoiler free so go watch it on netflix if you have not.

Lets go:

So I watch this for ofcourse, I am thirsty for lesbian content so I really didn't expect from previous season that Casey will date Evan.

He is a very nice guy and lovable and understanding but you know, I have bitter taste with hetero-relationship especially in series or movies so, I was about to give up but the story is so good I stayed. Because I rarely see shows that tackles family issues that is very different from mine like I have Asian parents that has strict rules, unlike them they are supper supportive, and I lack that, and it was interesting to watch.

So in season 4,

Let me talk about school first because I did not expect Casey will show anxiety with all the pressure she got from Clayton which reminds me of my old highschool (but I think they are in college I forgot which is right), where I went to science highschool and the pressure sucks I also felt it. In Casey's case she ran away, or more like she flew freely from that chains and pressure she felt in Clayton, which is a very brave move. I, on the other hand, did not and lost my braincells along the way, and my comfort in learning more about science faded. I want to be scientist, I love science and human body, I might want to get into medical field but I think I lost that spark. I become afraid and or hate the feeling of studying science, just like how Casey loves and her passion in running. She loves that, but having anxiety with it, and stressing yourself to the things you use to love is exhausting. They kill dreams. And sometimes the solution is to let go. Quit with the stress, quit with all these pressure, expectations in your shoulder and the things you don't like doing . I am glad to see the other side of it. I've been in that dark place and lose the spark because I did not let go, it is just now, I am making up for my lonely highschool life by choosing the course that I want and taking care of myself but it feels like I back again in that dark place again because of the virus and the dissapointing school system that I am in. I am thinking of giving my life up again... just thinking. Going back, I am happy that this show represents taking care of oneself first rather than torturing oneself to the things ones do not like.

Another thing is the dress code stuff in school that hits really hard. This scene is ICONIC!

They protest about dress code and my jaw dropped and nearly screamed at 1 am. Like f yeah! Protest it wear what ya want! In EVERY school, they inspect what you wear all the time, which is annoying. In the scene where Casey forgot her socks and get violation immediately is so hardcore but it happens. One time, I have my period and wearing paldas in the cold room is a no no for me and I love wearing pants and jackets when I have my period but I am not allowed to because of the dress code where i should wear a skirt. Even PE is prohibited and if I did wear one I should have an excuse letter (which I dont want to cause hassle) for 3-4 days which absolutely SUCKS. And yes the show message is powerful since no one is voicing it. Don't get me wrong I love paldas its just some days I don't want to wear one and life is short I might die in my period cramps.

Lastly, yes, women love women content! Like AAAH!

How can you not love this chemistry?

Kilig na kilig aku hayp.

Bridget is so lovely and fluffy and handsome amd beautiful and kissable... and yes I love their relationship, it is so realistic my heart flutters when they kiss. UwU

I love their development as a couple here, where they heve differences and tend to work on it, solve it and sometimes it is heartbreaking and can be frustrating but that is how love works. It is what I really see in gay couples and I LOVE IT.

Sadly, there will be no more next season and I heard that fans are requesting for spin-off and yes I agree. I want to see more about them and not only them but also her ex and his brother and father journey to the Antarctica.

#casey gardner #casey x izzie #Atypical #Netflix

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liums · 3 years

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Malleus Draconia SR Halloween “Scary Outfit” Personal Story-This is...interesting

Part 1

Diasomnia Dorm- Lounge

Lilia- ....Here you are Malleus. I was looking for you.

Malleus- Lilia. What happened?

Lilia- There’s something I want to ask for.

Lilia- Would you decide on the disguise for Diasomnia this Halloween?

Malleus- Me? Why? Lilia did chosen it last year and 2 years ago.

Lilia- This year, in particular, I’m working as a steering committe member. I have to show up in the club activities .

Malleus- However, I don’t know what to do. I think there are more suitable people...

Lilia- No, only our Lord.

Lilia- Choosing a disguise means deciding Diasomnia theme for year.

Lilia- if its such an important thing...in my opinion, then I, or the dorm learder must decide.

Malleus- Does Lilia, who looks forward to halloween every year, decides the outfits for that reason?

Lilia- Kufufufu...Well, there is another reason.

Lilia- Its boring that I get to decide a costume every year.

Lilia- However, if the next king of the Valley of Thorns chooses, all diasomnia students will be curious.

Lilia- Of couse, I am too. How is it? Will you do it?

Malleus- ....All right. If Lilia says so, I will choose.

Malleus- Certainly, I will choose a ghost costume with various monsters caracteristics (Didn’t understand well,its literally translated as- Certainly, I was dressed in a ghost costume with various monsters as mortifs from each dorm)

Malleus- I will go to the library and try to find useful books.

-Library

Malleus- ....Well, what kind of disguise should I wear?

Malleus- Even if I choose a theme, it needs to be relatable with Diasomnia.

Malleus- A high-rank being is desirable, but....

Malleus- If I choose the dragon, Lilia will complain I should deviate a little more.

Malleus- It should be a creature that I myself has never seen. If I do that, It will be possible to make a difference to the other Dorms.

Malleus- If I look up local folklore from diferent regions, I may find information about creatures that you can’t find regularly.

Malleus- However, it will be hard to find those books.

Maleus- I’ve heard that you can search for the book you need by using a computer in the library....

Malleus- .....No, it’s complicated to use them.(poor Malleus ｡T ω T｡) .Let’s go around and looks for a book.

...*some time passes i think*

Malleus- ...98.....99....this is the 100th book.

Malleus- No way, there are about 100 folklore books in this library...

Ortho- Wow! So many books!

Malleus- You are....the youngest Shroud.

Ortho- Malleus Draconia!

Ortho- What happened to be stacking a lot of books around?

Malleus- I have to decide on a Halloween costume.

Malleus- I was gathering books, but when I noticed, I was surrounded by a lot of books.

Ortho- Hmm. Can I help you if you are looking for something?

Ortho- If you are interessed, you can use a database instead of the books in the library.

Ortho- And if you use the ”Olympus” search engine

Ortho- You can also do a semantic search that uses the user intentions and purposes. How about?

Malleus- In other words....what do you mean? (why is this cute)

Ortho- It identifies what Malleus Draconia wants to find out. (also Ortho deserves best brother award)

Malleus- Hmm....I understand.

Ortho- “Activate voice recognition function. Start the semantic search”.

Malleus- ......................

Ortho- ....Oh, so?

Malleus- what?

Ortho- Um...Can you tell me what you want to look up, even if its fragmented?

Malleus- Can I?

Ortho- Of course.

Malleus- Then...I am looking for information on creatures used as inspiration in halloween costumes...

Ortho- “Searching...”

Malleus- What happened?

Ortho- Don’t worry, can you tell me more?

Malleus- ....Alright.

Malleus- I would like to consider a high-ranking creature suitable for Diasomnia.....

.....

Ortho-”Search complete”

Ortho- I found it, Malleus Draconia. I’ll project the image on the wall right away!

Malleus- Oh, This is.....Interesting.

Part 1 end

Part 2

-.Library

Ortho- Is this the creature that Malleus were looking for?

Malleus- Hmm...The King who dominates the demons on Bald Montain.

Ortho- It has a big pitch black body and huge wings. And its penetrating eyes....so cool!

Ortho- I’m certain there was never a costume with this concept in the history of Night Raven College before.

Malleus- Certainly he is a high-ranking being....

Malleus- However, if the body is all black, it will not stand out. Lilia would likely complain that it’s too plain.

Ortho- “Researching.....search completed”

Ortho- If that’s the case, then look. A headless horseman who rides trough the valley at night!

Ortho- A galloping horse swinging a sword! The red cloak stands out, dosen’t it?

Malleus- ....No, its no good.

Ortho- Eh!? Why?

Malleus- When it comes to reproducing its appearence that has no neck, The costume becomes too complicated.

Malleus- Besides, it would be difficult to prepare horses for all the students.

Ortho- I see....

Ortho- Reflecting the current information, the next image is...This!

Malleus- .....Oh? It’s quite small but, is this red being is.....a dragon?

Ortho- Oh? Dragon should have been omitted from the search since we looked it up before....Oh!

Ortho- This is not a dragon. (doragon is what they said, they mean the english version of dragons, lthe classics like maleficent one) Its a dragon! (”Ryuu” wich means dragon in japanese, they are refering to oriental dragons, like the one in Ramshackle dorm and the one from Dragon ball Z, chinese dragons basically)

Malleus- A dragon(ryuu)....A being that lives in the Far east and is sanctified by humans.

Malleus- It combines both strenghth and grace.....A dragon-like high ranking being....

Malleus- Above all, a being that I have never seen myself...

Malleus- Alrigh, I decided. The costume of Diasomnia will be a dragon (ryuu)

Malleus- Detailed information is needed create the costumes. Can you search for it?

Ortho- Yeah! Leave it to me!

.....

Ramshacle Dorm

Malleus- ....Sorry I kept you waiting.

Malleus- This will be the halloween costume for Diasomnia this year.

Sebek- Young....Young master! Such a dignified figure! (hes crying.. 0.0)

Silver- It really suits you.

Malleus- How is it Lilia? I want to hear your opinion.

Lilia- Its has such a sophisticated design, but its really collorful....I like it!

Lilia- Looks like it was the right choice, leaving you decidde the costumes.

Lilia- I would have never guessed you would use a Far eastern dragon as a motif...

Malleus- Its not a dragon.

Malleus -Dragons and dragons are different, from appearence to abilities, the kind of horns and the lack of wings....they only look similar on the surface.

Lilia- Hahahah wow! Its like how you said. You managed to do so susch a good research in a short period of time. You are such a prefecionist

Malleus- It was thanks to the yougest shroud. He did a good job

Malleus- Though...I didn’t understand at all how he did it. (*pat pat* its alright, its alright, u are perfect just like that)

Lilia- Well, the costumes are perfect, lets give them to the dorm members.

Malleus- Ah. This year’s halloween we’ll bring more fear than before.

-Halloween day-

Malleus- Trick or threat! (my lips are sweet, does that count??)

Malleus- Fufu... The majesty of this dragon, Ill burn it in your eyes...!

END

So as I suspected, that tail is REAL ,Malleus confirms it in one of his lines.

Also XD when Sebek and Silver were little they’d wet the bed on the halloween because Lilia would always scare them, Diasomnia is one big family and I just love it

Add me if you want uwu

-Please don´t post it anywhere else, just redirect them here

disclaimer- I do not own Twisted Wonderland or any of its characters

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dongiovannaswife · 3 years

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Επανένωση | The Giovanna’s

Επανένωση. Noun; reunion: greek, “epanénosi.”

Okay!! Family fic with a new member joining!! An old friend comes back too :D

CW: not really a cw but the gangster Haruno saved comes back and they talk about the past, talk about the stand virus and its pathophysiology (nothing explicit bc it’s just theories and stuff), anxiety, mafia dynamics (gun and death mention but nothing explicit, as I said, it’s just a couple of mentions) and kitten rescue at the end + fluffy stuff :D enjoyyy.

Word count: 5K

Tagging: @shiningdoradiamond @nevershoutnani @softlimefluff (i know you didn’t ask but you and Han are mentioned here uwu)

A small hand —warm, soft and familiar, — rests gently on his back as she tries to get closer, humming still in her sleep. Giorno’s eyelids flutter open, awakened with his sleeping wife's action. At first, he’s lost in the bedroom wall, relaxed as the warmth around him soothes his mind before he can start to think about the day ahead.

Blinking a few times, he tries to fight off the will to go back to sleep, looking down at the woman in his arms.

She’s clinging to him, no doubt about it; but he doesn’t mind as he takes into her features. Long and curly eyelashes barely touch her cheeks, where a few freckles rest and wink at him as he keeps looking down —rosy cheeks and pink lips in a soft line, tempting and adorable. Pale skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom.

A sigh tears through her chest as she shifts, humming as she settles back.

Giorno’s lips twist upwards, a soft smile that brings warmth through his body. Reaching a hand out, his fingers card through her hair as he leans in, kissing her forehead. Her response is only a hum —so he keeps on kissing her cheeks, right where her freckles rest; Helena hums and shifts and her hickory brown eyes finally look at him through her eyelashes.

“Good morning.” he whispers, smiling as he slips a few fingers to her jaw; delivering a peck to her lips and pulling back when she smiles against his lips.

“Good morning,” she says back in a whisper, draping her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes leave his face for a moment as she turns to look at the baby monitor by the bedside —the twins are still asleep. Even then, Wire’s scent (lemon tea) can be perceived in the room as the stand leaves her user, floating in the boy’s bedroom direction.

Giorno arches an eyebrow, looking back at his wife —silently questioning.

“We still have some time before we have to wake them up, don’t we? Besides, isn’t this your last day off before you go back to work?”

Giorno hums, but his question still remains.

Helena grins, “I just want to spend some time with you, just us… Relaxing.”

He hums, eyes scanning hers for a moment before he presses his lips together. He opens his mouth slowly, picking his words with ease. “You are worried about something, don’t you? Do you… Do you want to talk about it?”

By the time he searches her eyes she’s already hiding on his neck, silent.

Lena sighs, blinking back tears. “I… We both know we’re born stand users, right? And the whole stand user thing can be inherited. I’m worried about the boys and their stands: you know it’s possible they get a fever during the awakening process, right? And… They’re growing up too fast for a baby whose parents aren't stand users.”

Giorno nods, sitting up and reaching a hand out until she straddles his lap. Like that, he only leans back against the headboard, resting his hands atop of the highwaisted shorts she’s wearing below his shirt.

“Hey,” he whispers, twisting his head to kiss her cheek. “There’s a high change that will happen, yes, but that’s why we have Enzo with us. Did he say something about it during the last appointment?”

She shakes her head, adding in a small, fragile voice. “He’s sure they can perceive stands: maybe not see them, but feel their presence. He said he will look it up with the Foundation, but I… I don’t want them to go through that, what if we can't stop it? We don’t even know how the virus works —the arrow is still an enigma. And I don’t want to—”

“Lena.” he interrupts gently, tightening his hold around her. “That won’t happen. Yes, the arrow is infected and that same virus is carried by us, but there’s a reason stand users exist; there are kids who have survived the fever. You did. And the boys will do it, too. It’s okay to be worried, but don’t suffer for things that haven't happened or that might never happen.”

There’s a moment of silence, one that both share.

“You’re always right.” she mutters out of nowhere, tone calmer. There’s even a hint of humor on it.

And Giorno only smirks, “Let’s pretend that’s true,” then, as fast as the smirk took over, he presses his lips in a tight line, adding. “All the things I said don’t mean I’m not worried about them: I’m as worried as you are, but I can’t let it consume me.”

She hums, rubbing circles on his back, “Yeah, I know —I’m sorry. I know this is about our family.”

“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t your intention. Besides, I’m glad you said it.”

She hums once more, settling down.

“... Gio?”

“Hm?”

“Kissy?”

Giorno chuckles, waiting until she pulls back to slip a few fingers to her jaw, bringing her face closer —watching as she closes her eyes and following the trail of tears that streamed down her face seconds ago; he kisses her cheeks then, aiming at her tears so the trail’s cut off. Then, he hums as he presses another couple of kisses to her eyelids; one to her forehead and finally, when she’s smiling and sighing dreamily, his lips find hers in a short, sweet kiss.

He pulls away capturing her upper lip between his teeth, a soft bite that has her chuckling as he leans back —his little smirk makes her blush and wink playfully.

Giorno’s phone buzzes as the screen lights up, showing Westwood’s contact. Reaching out, Lena passes the phone to Giorno, who mutters a little thank you before he picks up.

“Pronto.”

“...” Giorno frowns with Westwood’s answer, but waits until he’s done talking.

“What did he say? You know we won’t be back at the office until tomorrow.”

“...” He leans back, closing his eyes when the headboard comes in contact with his head, mouthing something under his breath —almost like he’s trying to remember something.

“Is he still there?”

“...”

Giorno nods, shooting a quick glance to his wife as she nods and stands from the bed, walking up to the bathroom to take a shower.

There’s ruffling on the other side and, after a few moments, Westwood speaks.

Watching her disappear into the bathroom, Giorno hums once Westwood goes silent.

“Ask him this; what was the house special?”

“One extra gelato ball, chocolate flavored.”

Giorno’s throat closes for a moment, but he toughs it out. “I’ll be there in forty.”

The call ends and he looks up just in time to see the door open —his wife walks out in only his shirt, walking next into the closet, unaware of his stare.

Standing from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to take his shower next, Giorno’s mind races with thoughts as he strips and gets under the shower. It had been years since the last time he saw him.

It was clear that he had left that life behind, running away from whatever gang he was working with or, perhaps, getting injured. His reasons weren’t clear, as he was only nine when the man disappeared, but his protection remained intact through the years. Even to that moment, the old man from the gelato store still recognized him, and even if the gelato store had closed a long time ago, he would stop by to greet him.

There was no doubt that Matteo Della Morte was, and continued to be, an influence to Naples’ streets.

Reuniting with him after so many years and changes was going to be a hard step.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he keeps his towel around his waist as he steps into the closet, distracted for a moment with the picture of his wife wearing an off shoulder pink dress that clings to her frame in the right spots: it takes him a moment to look away and reach for his boxers into the drawers.

“Did something happen, Giogio?”

“... He contacted Westwood.”

Lena frowns as she’s done with her makeup, turning. “Who?”

Giorno gulps down, picking a black suit accentuated with crimson details. “Do you remember Matteo?”

“The gangster who protected you? Yeah, did he call?”

Giorno nods, looking up at his wife. “He wants to meet with me. It seems like he just came back.”

Lena nods, humming under her breath. Turning to the mirror to fix a strand of hair behind her ear, she turns in time to see her husband almost dressed if it wasn't for the open buttons of his shirt as he looks around for a matching tie. “You haven’t seen him in years, right? And he met you when you were… In a tough situation.”

“I’m not ashamed of my past. The thing is,” he drops his hand to his side as Lena steps in, buttoning his shirt. “All his actions —every interaction was from afar. The last thing he wanted was for me to follow his steps.”

“He might have wanted that, but unless you want to leave all this for real, then there’s no reason for you to feel bad about it; besides, you’re not a mob boss only. You did pursue a career.”

“... You’re always right.”

Lena chuckles, shaking her head. “Let’s pretend that’s true. Do you want me to go with you?”

He seems to think about it for a moment. “Even if I would want you to meet him, I still need to make sure it’s not an ambush.”

She nods, stepping aside to pick the suit jacket as he makes a windsor knot. Smothering the fabric of the black shirt, Giorno takes the suit jacket from her, leaning down to wrap an arm around her waist, “By the way, something tells me you choose this dress just for the fun of being a tease.”

Lena chuckles, nodding shamelessly as a perfectly manicured nail traces over the arm wrapped around her waist, “Should I apologize for being this cute, Giogio?”

The small fraction of yellow in his green eyes seems to stand out as he smirks, chuckling lowly as he leans down to steal a short kiss. “You have no excuse for being this beautiful, though.”

Lena chuckles, wiping her lipstick off his lips; as she makes sure there’s no trace of red left, the light in her eyes goes dim, “Gio, call me if something happens, okay? You don’t have to go through this reunion alone.”

Giorno’s lips are pursed in a line by the time she pulls her hand back, “I will.” he then leans down to cling to her for a moment before he's pulling back.

Taking her hand, he leads her out of their bedroom, walking up to the boys’ room.

“It’s still early to wake them up, babe.” she mutters as Giorno holds the door open for her.

“Yeah, I know.” he mutters back, closing the door behind his back and joining her side. Looking down, Giorno’s heart swells as he takes the boys’ in: from the moment they were born, it was hard to separate them, even if both had their own cribs, the boys seemed to insist on sleeping together.

Hence, the scene before him: The Giovanna twins embracing each other, still deep asleep and comforted by each other’s presence.

“I want a pic to show Ari,” Lena mutters, grinning. Giorno’s smile grows as he turns on the baby nursery lamp before the crib. The light’s not strong enough to wake them up, but on point for the pic to be taken and texted to the other couple. Putting her device aside, Lena reaches out to turn off the lights. “I’ll wake them up later, let’s get breakfast, yes?”

Giorno hums, tracing the twins’ hands with his finger as his wife disappears into the corridor —shortly after he follows her.

Coming into the kitchen, the Don’s looks down at his hand as he puts on his wedding ring and straightens Passione’s signet ring when the tea pot comes to life as Lena gets closer to it.

“Gio,” she calls sweetly, “Will you have breakfast here or…?”

Giorno nods, “I’m reuniting with him at Libeccio. Don’t worry, I’ll get something there.”

“Okay,” she answers, turning to him in a swift motion. “I’ll wait for you.”

The Don’s eyes soften as he hums, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll come home soon. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. And Gio?”

“Hm?”

“I love you, stay safe.”

The black Ford explorer leaves the mansion behind in a swift fast motion —in the wheel, Giorno’s gaze flicks to the back for a moment, making sure the automatized doors close behind the vehicle, securing his family there as the two guards go back to their positions under Fugo’s watch.

The drive to the restaurant was short, around twenty minutes as he exited the secured prestigious area and got into Naples’ touristic center, where Libeccio was.

Arriving there, Giorno soon can see Westwood standing outside the restaurant, already waiting for him. Pulling up before him, the Don climbs off with the engine still on, letting West hop in so he could drive later.

“He’s in the private area, one person is with him; a man, around thirty-eight, not so tall —he’s wearing black pants and a grey turtleneck sweater. I’m sure he knows about the business.” Westwood mutters the info as Giorno leans into the closed door, glancing into the place.

“Anything else?”

Nodding his head, Westwood adds. “He’s looking at you; at the door… Good luck.”

Giorno hums in response, straightening his position and walking up to the man Westwood had described. The man’s eyes hold a glint of recognition, and Giorno could tell he had seen him before, but the pieces to the puzzle hadn’t fit yet, too preoccupied with Matteo’s arrival.

“Don Giovanna.” the man greets him first, bowing and extending a hand out. “He’s waiting inside; I will lead you to him.”

“Thank you.”

The man stares for a moment before turning around, walking straight into the private area to the restaurant.

“Morte, he’s here.” announces the man as they get into the room, stepping aside the table at a comfortable distance: not enough to hear the conversation in its entirety, but to watch over the older man.

Matteo Della Morte had been a victim to the pass of time: the brown waves of hair were now a dark shade of gray cascading down his shoulders and although his face showed the signs of an old man, his eyes still carried the mysticism from years ago; a gentle glint shining through, too. Hidden but noticeable for Giorno.

Standing from his chair, Matteo met Giorno halfway with a firm handshake.

“Don Giovanna, thank you for coming.” the man smiles and Giorno can see a fraction of pride through the gesture, “I see you’ve achieved just what I saw.”

Giorno frowns, “Excuse me?”

Matteo shakes his head, chuckling under his breath, “I’ll explain —let’s sit down and have something first, shall we?”

With a wary look, Giorno takes a seat before the man, who gestures at the man accompanying him to call the waitress.

As the waitress arrives, Mista does too, muttering an apology and sitting before Matteo’s guard.

“I’ll get a cornetto and an espresso.” Mateo nods in Giorno’s direction and he, in a relaxed expression replies, “I’ll have the same, please.”

By the time the waitress leaves, the tension has grown again.

“I’m sure you have heard rumors, or might have one of them, too.” Starts the old man, supporting his elbows in the table and crossing his hands one over the other. “I am in possession of quite a supernatural power. It allows me to see images of someone’s future, usually it happens when that person has a strong effect upon me.”

Giorno’s expression is still serious when he replies, “You mean a stand?”

Mateo tilts his head to the side, “Is it called that? Are we on the same page?”

“We might be,” Giorno nods, letting Gold Experience Requiem cast its aura over him —allowing the shape of the stand to manifest and cast a golden aura upon him.

“Oh.” eyes were the size of dinner plates, Mateo stares as he comes to a realization. “Then that’s it.”

Gold Experience Requiem disappears with no trace as Mateo keeps talking. “Alright, now that we know that: when you saved me back then and I started to investigate so I could figure out a way to pay for your actions, I had one of those episodes: I saw an older version of you; exactly this one, and I knew you would be someone important.” the man then smiles sadly, “But I had been on the business all my life and I knew the horrors of it. Stupid of me, but I tried to change the future. As you can see,” he gestures at Passione’s signet ring in Giorno’s finger, “It didn’t work.”

Giorno nods, thoughtful. “Did you see something else?”

Mateo shakes his head, “I did not. I can only see one image per person. I’ve heard rumors, though: one of them being your actions against Alessandro for the sake of a kid. Others say you’ve got a family now. I’ve heard about the Donna. But I’m not a celebrity gossip show: I rather hear about it from you, if you feel like talking about it.”

There’s a moment of silence as Giorno makes his mind. Shoulders tense and jaw tightly pressed, his eyes scan over Mateo’s face with calculated and cold movements.

The waitress’ arrival seems to dissipate the atmosphere for a moment. As they set the plates before the men, Mista throws a glance at Giorno: the gunslinger knows him well, and even then, he is not sure of the Don’s next move.

As the waitress leaves and Mateo’s guard shifts on his chair, Giorno finally speaks up.

“How can I know this is not some kind of manipulation, ambush or strategy to bring me down? Just like you must know, I have enemies and they don’t want to drink coffee with me. If your intentions are not these, then you’re still on time to say so. I’ve got things to do.”

Matteo’s bodyguard pushes his chair on the floor violently as he stands, hitting the table with enough strength to bring it down —a red haze surrounds his fits as he does: a stand. “How dare you! He sa—”

Matteo raises a hand in a gesture for him to stop, the wrinkles in his eyes seem to stand out when he frowns. “Angelo, stop it.”

Angelo’s frown does not go unnoticed, in fact, nothing in his posture changes as he stays in place, fists tightly pressed —Mista’s hand rests on his gun as his eyes never leave Angelo, ready to act if needed.

“I get your worry,” Matteo looks back at Giorno as he starts talking; his voice too calm for the situation. “Why would you ask about the house special, confirming my identity in the process? Now, tell me, why would I ask you to come over and don’t set any rules? While public attacks are common, it is highly possible I wouldn’t step out unharmed or even alive. So no, my intentions are not to hurt you for two reasons: first,” he raises a finger to point it out. “I’ve left that life behind: I saw my own end, and preferred to keep on living.” he raises another finger, “Two; honor. I’m positive you know and hold a highly moral code, and honor is the first value we consider. At least we did in the old school: I owe you one, and probably always will. You might think I don't and refuse anything else I do, but I will keep on doing it. Now, do you really think I would harm you after protecting you?”

Giorno’s expression is blank as he listens, mouth in a tight line as he locks eyes with Matteo for a few seconds.

“Sorry,” he starts, and his voice shows he means it. “I’ve got to make sure I’m not in danger. And even if I walk out safe, as you already heard, I got a family to protect.”

Matteo nods, accepting his apology. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lip, “Just how old are you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Oh.” Matteo smiles wide, taking a bite of his cornetto like nothing happened. “So,” he covers his mouth with the back of his left hand and points at the wedding ring —that covers a fraction of the sunflower tattoo, too— with the index of his free hand. “Are you married?”

“I am,” Giorno nods, letting a sigh out. Relieved, he seems to settle down in calm. Taking a sip from his coffee, he collects his thoughts before speaking, trying to measure everything that just happened. “I met her thanks to Mista,” he looks over at Mista, who nods back. “He took me to a forceful week of vacation in Mexico. They had been friends for a while —after getting to know her I just couldn’t hide it.”

Matteo hums, setting his cup down. “Was it hard to accept it?”

“What?” Giorno asks, and a smirk crosses his face, almost like he’s reading Matteo’s mind. “My feelings? Sure thing. In the end I did and now we’ve been together for eight years. I guess we’ve made it work.”

Matteo nods, smiling behind his cup. “You have, and you will have to keep on doing so.”

For a moment, the rest is silence.

“I don’t know if you are aware of it,” Giorno suddenly speaks after taking a first bite to his cornetto and gulping it down; as he does, he sets down his napkin. “But you taught me something I rely on to this day —trust. And that, I believe, is something I will always owe you for.”

Matteo chuckles, “I can assure you, that debt was solved when you made the grass grow.”

Giorno nods, thoughtful as he takes another sip.

“Don Giovanna?” Matteo calls, finishing his cornetto.

“You don’t have to call me that, Giorno is okay.”

“Giorno. Alright. Will I meet her anytime soon? Your wife, I mean.”

Giorno nods; a small smile brightens his face as he does. “Yes, and our sons too.”

Matteo laughs, throwing his head back, “You keep surprising me, ragazzo! You’re a father too!”

Giorno raises a finger, smiling wider. “To twins.”

Matteo’s mouth hangs open for a second —and Giorno chuckles, finishing his cornetto too.

Seeing Matteo still at loss of words, Giorno lifts his chin in Mista’s direction so he can get the waitress, “I’m positive my wife wants to meet you too, but I still have to talk it out with her —would you mind if I call you later?”

Blinking a few times, Matteo nods, taking a pen and a small notebook from his pocket: he sets it down so he can write his number down. While he does, the waitress arrives and Giorno asks for the bill.

“Eh, don’t worry about it, Giovanna.” Angelo steps in. “We already took care of it.”

Giorno nods, and a flash of recognition makes his eyes widen for a second. “Thank you —Do you happen to be Matteo’s partner during those days?”

Angelo hums and Matteo gives Giorno the fraction of paper where he wrote his number down.

“Angelo is my nephew, Giorno. His father, my brother, met a tragic end. I’ve been taking care of him from then on.”

The Don nods, glancing at Angelo with a curt nod and then folding the piece of paper and saving it into his pocket. As he stands, he extends a hand out. “I’m glad I could see you again, Matteo. I’ll call you this evening so we can talk about it.”

Accepting the handshake, Matteo smiles warmly. Like a father. “Of course, Giorno: I’m glad you turned into a gentleman. I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Stepping out of the restaurant with Mista following him, Giorno stops on his tracks as soon as the cry of a kitten reaches him.

“Giogio?” Mista asks, hand back on his gun and eyes already looking around.

“It’s nothing, Mista. Did you hear it, the kitten?”

Mista frowns, nodding. “Yes,” he then grins as realization hits him. “Will you take it home?”

Giorno hums as he makes his way into the alley. The sun doesn't reach there, hence the alternaria growing in the walls and crawling all around. A few trash cans lay on the floor, knocked by some stray dog —and in the middle of all the trash, a small paperboard box.

The kitten cries again, and Giorno quickly finds the cardboard box to be the source of its sound. Walking up to it, he makes sure his presence is known by purposefully making a small sound with his shoe, enough to let it know he’s there, but not to make it run away.

Reaching the box, he opens it to reveal a kitten he recognizes as a maine coon, too small to feed themselves: he’s not sure if it’s naturally grey or it’s just dirt, but he doesn’t think much of it.

“Hey, buddy.” he mutters, kneeling slowly and letting the little one sniff his hand. “Someone left you here, didn’t they? I know of someone who will love you.” he takes off his suit jacket, completely ignoring the fact that it will probably be ruined —picking the kitten up with a single hand, he wraps the suit jacket around the kitten, and finally, with the kitten wrapped in a comfortable burrito, he cradles it like it’s nothing, stepping out of the alley and walking back to the truck.

Mista holds open the door as he hops in, climbing after him.

“West, drive us to the nearest vet.”

Westwood grins, making eye contact through the mirror as the engine comes to life. “Would you mind if I play some music, boss?”

Giorno shrugs, looking down at the kitten as it stares up at him with big, scared eyes. He then looks back at Westwood. “It’s okay as long as you keep it at a comfortable volume.”

Westwood nods and the speakers come to life as the Kean Dysso remix for Plain Jane starts playing; Mista whistles, grinning as the streets of Naples pass by.

Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Giorno has to maneuver a bit while holding the kitten and crunching down so his head doesn’t hit the ceiling of the vehicle —finally getting a hold of his phone and going back to his position, he swipes up the lockscreen (a picture of his wife smiling for the camera while holding both twins) the main menu pops in and he chooses the messaging app. As soon as the contacts are displayed he taps on his wife’s one, typing slowly, as he’s still holding the now sleeping kitten.

**Hey, angel. Everything is okay. I have a surprise for you.

The message sent notification pops in and Giorno looks through the window as he waits for the reply, looking back as soon as he sees the read notification and smiling once the typing sign shows up below her contact.

Soon, the reply pops in and he reads over it with quick eyes.

i’m glad! we’ll be waiting for you ♥♥♥

He sends a few emojis after that, smirking out of mischief as the vehicle stops before the vet clinic and Mista climbs off so he can hold the door for him.

It’s around two in the evening when the Ford explorer gets into the mansion’s front door and slowly stops before the main door, where Vittorio awaits already.

“Welcome back, Giogio. Lena’s worried, I hope you have a good excuse.”

Taking the cat kennel from the seat and seizing it while taking a bag out, Giorno shoots a smirk at Vittorio as the leader of La Squadra sees the reason for his late arrival.

“Where is she?” he asks then, walking up the stairs to the front door.

“In the lobby,” Vittorio says, “She’s playing with Jovi and Dante just fell asleep.”

“Good,” he says, walking past Vittorio and straight into the lobby.

As soon as Lena recognizes his steps, she and the little boy in her arms turn to him with big, bright gins.

“Baby, you’re here!” she opens her mouth to ask something, but the kitten’s sudden meow brings both Lena’s and Jovi’s attention.

“Love?” she asks, eyeing the kennel with illusion. “Is that…?”

“Why don’t you find out?” he replies, setting down the kennel and walking up to the coffee table where he sets the bag down. Then, he walks up to her, taking Jovi.

Lena nods, giving Giorno an excited smile.

Kneeling before the kennel, she opens it slowly, letting the kitten walk out warily as it sniffs at the house.

As soon as she could take a look at it, she gasps, grinning and melting in an instant. “Did you find it?”

Giorno nods, sitting by her side with Jovi on his thigh, “In an alley. The vet says he’s healthy, just needs a family and care. He’s around two months old.”

Lena grins wider, looking back to the kitten and snapping back to Giorno. “Is it a boy?”

Giorno laughs, preventing Jovi from touching it yet, “Yeah. The real question is —” he locks eyes with his wife, “Do you want to keep him? I brought him home because I know you love cats.”

Lena smiles, nodding excitedly. “Yeah! Let’s keep him! —Jovi, baby look! He’s your new friend.” she leans closer to Jovi’s eyesight, pointing at the kitten as the baby looks at the kitten, babbling with curious hands.

“Now,” Giorno kisses Jovi’s head. “How should we call him?”

Lena looks off in the distance, grinning when an idea pops in her mind. “Ares?”

Giorno smirks, nodding. “Why not.”

Taking Jovi from him, Lena sets the boy in her lap as she takes his little hand, guiding it to the small kitten, and letting him feel his fluffy fur —Jovi’s eyes shine brighter as he squeaks in happiness, babbling and trying to touch more.

Giorno stands from the floor, going to get Dante from his playpen and sitting back before the curious kitten, he takes Dante's hand and lets him feel the kitten too: his reaction is the same as Jovi’s.

With both twins staring intently at the kitten as he roams around, Giorno looks over at his wife, smiling when she looks back.

Lena leans in, stealing a kiss and mumbling into his lips. “Thank you, babe.”

Giorno hums, stealing one more kiss.

With the twins asleep and the couple sitting now at the couch, silence settles in as they watch Ares eat. There’s the sound of birds chirping outside and Pietro’s voice in the distance as he and Vivienne play poker.

“Lena.” Giorno mutters, twisting his head to look at her, “About Matteo. He seemed genuine with his intentions. He wants to meet you and the boys.”

The Donna hums, leaning her head on his chest as Ares looks around before he starts licking his paw in a signal that he’s well-fed. “If you think it’s safe for the boys, then it’s okay. I’ve wanted to meet him for a while now, but we gotta make sure he’s not trying to betray you in any way.”

“Then, if you agree, why don’t we go and have dinner with him so you can make your mind? Once you’re sure he’s of trust, we can let him meet the twins.”

Lena hums, shifting to face him. “Okay. Sorry if I can’t trust him yet.”

Shaking his head, Giorno’s smile is sincere like his words. “It’s okay, I understand. It’s about our family, of course we should be careful.”

She leans in, stealing a kiss and leaning on his broad chest to look back at the kitten, who has fallen asleep on his bed.

“Do you realize we have one more son? A fur son, in fact.”

Giorno chuckles.

part 2.

#GioLena #The Giovanna twins #i'm super proud of this fic please don't let it sink into The Void ;w;

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leonakingscholarship · 3 years

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18,28,55 and 93 (if you want to, instead of choosing a movie genre pick a title like with 55)

For all boys please uwu

(if that’s too much then just Neophus since we know the least about him)

Dior:

18. If you had to present them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose?

- Crocus. Since it represents cheerfullness, it's perfect to present it to Dior. He'll also love it that you/I chose a flower for him that represents him instead of just for the looks of the flowers

- As for color its either Lilac, Yellow or baby blue

- for animal, it would be Hamster or Rabbit

28. Describe their morning routine

- Dior grew up in a family with butlers around so his morning routine is very much the same as always since its scheduled. Usually, his butlers will wake him up and dress him in a bathrobe. He will brush his teeth and bathe himself. Before he's done taking a bath, his breakfast is already served along with his favorite breakfast, tea and the sweet stand.

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character

- this lmao. Dior is very easy to scare and he's quite jumpy so when he's holding something and you scare him, Stop! He could've dropped his croissant

93. What types of movie do they like to watch

- Dior loves Comedy. He loves laughing so comedy is something he would always watch

Cleophus:

18. If you had to present them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose?

- i would present him with Red Roses. Red Roses represents love and One of Cleophus' dream is to find his love (even if he hates everyone, his hopes are still high that he will find his one and only someday). Cleophus is very much a great lover but due to his past failed relationships, he stopped. (And generally, Cleophus just loves Red Roses)

- for color, i would choose garnet, black and mellow (the pale yellow)

- for animal, a snake or an eagle (he wants a talking snake)

28. Describe their morning routine

- first thing he will get his mirror and look at himself at any possible angles he can see. Brush his hair so that it wont be hard to detangle when bathing. Soak his body in cold water, eat breakfast, which surprisingly, he actually shares breakfast with Neophus. Which Neophus thinks he's kinda bold cuz Cleo doesn't pay any of Neo's servants that cooks for him.

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character

- this. SILVA I KNOW THAT WE CAN BOTH AGREE THAT THIS VINE IS PERFECTLY PERFECT FOR CLEOPHUS

93. What types of movie do they like to watch

- ROMANCE. This guy dreams about romance since love from family is something he lacks. So romance gives him some Idea's to be a perfect Lover. (He doesn't like angsty romance movies tho)

Neophus:

18. If you had to present them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose?

- Gardenia. I dont know why but it looks like something i'd give him

- for color, torquoise and orange

- a cat or a parrot

28. Describe their morning routine

- he's got three student servants (yes they are also from Scarabia) but one of them, which is the guy who cooks his breakfast, wakes him up. His bathtub is already made. Then he'll brush his teeth. One of his servants brush his long hair and helps him dry it, after he's fully ready he'll eat breakfast now

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character

- this. (This vine also works for Cleophus) Neophus is a very confident man when it comes to his beauty.

93. What types of movie do they like to watch

- He's more about reading books than watching movies. But any type of movies can work on him as long as it doesnt make him cringe (lmao)

#thanks for asking silva!! love yah💛💛💛#you can send in more questions if you'd like #ueue💛💛💛

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oppabimbab · 4 years

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chasing euphoria | jeon jungkook

genre : angst, smut

parts : 2/2, (part 1)

pairing : jungkook x reader

synopsis : you didn’t see it coming when jungkook confessed that he likes you. how can you expected that coming when he is the person that your best friend is in love with? no matter what happens; you can’t be in love with him so it ends with rejection from you to him. but why does some kind of spark starts to twinkle in your heart, especially when he is no longer making his way, to you?

side note : this short fics didnt turn out like i want because my mind stucked but i gotta finish it or i will forget about its existence lmaoo. i wanted it to be a heavy smut but turns out to be some kind of failed angst and only a lil smut. i hope you enjoy this jungkook fic and im gonna work harder in my upcoming fics uwu love u guys

words count : 4875 words

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Few days have passed already. Nothing has changed particularly except the fact that you have become a complete stranger to him. Everything is only business—like from the first time. For some reason, you can’t blame him for keep the distance between both of you—no matter how professional he is. If you were him, you sure don’t want to see that person who already made it clear—that they don’t want you.

You’re not blaming him.

You are not sure what state are you in right now. There will be time—where you would find yourself scrolling through the old messages between you and him at night before you can feel your heart clenches a lot for no reason. You would bury your face on the pillow and it left with a small trail of tears on it.

You cried sometimes, it can’t be helped.

And the next moment—you find that you’re all good even the work required you to meet each other’s eyes and talk like nothing happened behind this work. You can stand like a confident woman even every time he looks at you—you see that woman, who changed his eyes.

It’s confusing sometimes.

You stare at the huge building in front you as you tighten the heels on your feet. Out of 365 days—why do they need to hold the college reunion at times like this where you don’t feel like going, at all?

You flinch for a second when you suddenly heard Chaeyoung calls your name as she comes closer to you—running giddily on her high heels, tighten her hands around his boyfriend before the couple stand in front you—with a huge smile plasters on her face.

Looking at Chaeyoung, you finally remember the conversation you had with her—that left you with so much questions and grief.

“Are you serious right now?” Chaeyoung laughed hysterically as she widen her eyes at you—probably not believing what you just said just now.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, resting your head on the headboard. She chuckled at your remarks.

“Jungkook is only a crush. Did you really think I plan to go any further with him just because I spent most of the time talking about him?” she shook her head, still laughing like crazy every time she remembered your dead serious face when you asked her about Jungkook.

“I don’t know. You were really into him back then. I was scared to even tell you about my work place,”

She scrunched her nose.

“Idiot. So what, if you work at the same place with him? Do I need to be jealous? Babe, I have a boyfriend,” she giggled, making you widen your eyes at her before you sit straight.

“You do?” you squeaked—that was the last thing you would expected from her, your shy and passive bestfriend. Damn. So, you have been worrying for nothing, haven’t you?

She nodded with a smile. Your mouth was opened slightly but nothing came as you have lost any words. What were you going to say anyway? Your wild dream where he is fucking you damn hard and rough?

“Do you like him?” Chaeyoung munched on the chip, cocking an eyebrow at you while squinting her eyes. There was an obvious suspicion in her voice as she looked at you with a smirk across her lips.

You almost choked on the coke—quickly wiping the residue in the corner of your lips before you brought your gaze to your best friend. Of course, she knew. You were a bad liar.

“No. I don’t. What do you mean?” a faint chuckle escaped your mouth. Chaeyoung scoffed.

“Whatever. I can’t blame you if you do. He is damn gorgeous and hot. How the hell you don’t go head over heels for him where you see him—almost everyday?”

You cracked a soft smile. For sure, Chaeyoung ain’t wrong.

Straightening the little velvet dress that have been wrapping your body, both of you and Chaeyoung go inside along with her boyfriend—you can’t help but reminiscing back all of the images from college days as those familiar faces start to squeal when they see you.

It’s definitely a reunion when you see Taehyung and Tzuyu—still head over heels with each other even so many years have passed. You roll your eyes when you see that tall guy would comes closer to her girlfriend and whispers some thing, making her giggles like a school girl.

Nayeon still looks the same—just as sassy and loud as she was before but the only difference is, she comes with her husband, Namjoon. There is an obvious spark on her face—staring at him like no one exists except for him. No longer that single hottest girl in the campus.

Talk about Seulgi—your sweet and shy nerdy desk mate finally becomes a fiancé to Jimin, one of the hottest athlete who used to hit on her like an annoying brat. You still remember how Seulgi always whine at you about the bratty Jimin but end up falling for him.

Life is weird, huh? No, love sure is weird.

“Oh my god! You look so good,” Irene looks at you from head to toe—wiggling her shoulder like she just saw a celebrity. You giggle a little at her sudden gesture which is making everyone to look at you. You receive a squeals from them before the party officially starts.

Everything is fine. You like the food—the musics they are playing—the conversation you between those ex-classmates, talking about future jobs and marriage—the way they bring you into the conversation, knowing how quiet you can be sometimes. You love the environment.

It definitely brings you back to good old days.

Part of you are excited to be in this circle but part of you seems like missing. It’s left empty—especially when everyone is here with a company, unlike you. You try to comprehend this weird feeling as you unintentionally space out in your own thoughts. What are you missing?

You lost in your thought until you hear the girls are squealing and screaming before you look up, bringing your curious gaze just to meet those deep eyes, again. You see him, standing there in black coat and skinny black jeans—showing off his broad shoulder and long legs. Both of you exchange eye contacts for few seconds before he looks away as the boys and girls hover all over him.

Your eyes twinkle at him before it disappear when you finally acknowledge that he doesn’t come alone. The same woman you saw few days ago—is there, looking just as ethereal as he is. Looking like they are perfect for each other, leaving you to feel small.

The same ache inside your chest, starts to throb again.

“Our student council everyone!” Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder as he gives some space for him and his girl. You sit across the table, trying to look busy with your untouched food. Chaeyoung glances at you with her raised eyebrow and lifted lips. She grins at you, knowing exactly what’s in your mind. She knows you don’t want to say anything about this so she chooses to keep quiet and let you in your own world.

Just like that—you spend the entire night, sitting there spacing out and playing with the untouched food that is making your appetite to die. You would glance at the short haired girl beside him—smiling and laughing along with them so well. Not to forget, the way Jungkook would pull her closer to his side—looking at her like his life depends on it without noticing, you are here, stealing few glances from afar.

It’s crazy painful for some reason. Not once, he brings his eyes to you—looking at you like he always does. You feel completely small over here, like your existence feels like an absence to him. It kills you inside to carry this unfamiliar pain inside your chest every time he smiles at her.

You wonder, when will this misery end? Why does your heart scream—for him?

“Drive safely,” you lower your body, looking at Chaeyoung and his boyfriend inside the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drop you at home?” Mark frowns at you when you eagerly convinced them that you can go home by yourself even it’s already past 12 am. Chaeyoung pouts, you giggle at her drunk self.

“That’s fine. I can manage this. Bring her home safely,” you say as you take a few step backward from his car. Both of them finally agreed and the next second, the couple disappear from your sight which is leaving you alone in front the building. The place is still busy so you don’t mind spending some time to find a cab.

Your body sores a lot, the heels on your feet feels like a thorn. You don’t care about anything else because all you want to do is going home. Today is pretty tiring already.

You heave a sigh before you wait patiently at the side, to stupidly looking for any cabs or public buses Even for sure, it’s hard to find ones at this hours. The fact that you reject all the ride offers, amaze you. What the hell are you thinking?

“Hey,” a faint voice suddenly fills the quiet place, making you to look back before your heart thumps at the sight.

It’s Jungkook.

You steps aside, to give him some space. His sudden appearance makes your heart races—especially when he cracks a small smile at you.

“Are you waiting for cabs?” he adds, bringing his gaze at the road before he looks back at you. You nod, silently. Curling your lips, you look at him and smile.

“Why are you still here?” you ask him out of curiousity. Well, you are more curious to why he is here instead of being with his girlfriend

Jungkook hums.

“I know you always wait for a cab so I thought....of checking up on you,” he rubs his nape while chuckling at himself—making you to smile. Despite his masculine look, his shy side is interesting to you. They are very rare yet interesting whenever he decided to show them.

“I can send you home if you want,” he adds. You shake your head slowly.

“That’s fine. Thank you,”

He nods.

A short silence fills the space between you too before you open your mouth again.

“Why are you here instead of being with your girlfriend?” you whisper.

He looks up at you to find your eyes.

“She went home already,”

You frown a little at the answer before you nod silently. It’s a little weird for a boyfriend to let his girlfriend to go home by herself but you are not in that place to say anything about his personal life.

Silence again. Swear it kills you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name. He hums.

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurted you in some kind of way that I didn’t mean for it to be like that,” clenching the purse around your hands, you meet his eyes again. This time, no one looks away. It’s just you and him—everything is fading.

“You don’t need to apologize, you know that right?,” he smiles but why does it hurt you?

“I need to.” you stare at him.

“I want to understand why am I feeling this way for past few days. I mean...don’t you agree we are getting too distant from each other now?” there is a hint of pain your voice, trying to make him see your point.

You are hurting.

“I don’t want us to be that way,” you inhale some air.

“But, today, I think it’s better for us to stop seeing each other like we used to so...you can’t hurt me, I can’t hurt you and...we can’t hurt her,” you can feel your tears are pooling in your eyes before you shake your head, to make them go away. He still there, looking at you, can’t believe what just came out from your mouth.

Before he could say anything, a cab is passing by and you immediately wave at the driver to stop. Looking back at him, your heart breaks a lot.

Being with him is one of the moment that you would look forward the most every day—he makes you secure, he makes you share things with him, whom you never thought the person would be him. It’s crazy to see you cross path with the least expected human being in the world just to end that this way.

For real, he makes you want to be with him all the time. But, you can’t do that anymore.

You come closer to open the car door. before you comes inside, you look at him with a smile.

“The time we shared were great. Thank you,” you crack a smile even your heart is bleeding so much. You could cry anytime soon but you need to grip on yourself. Just a few seconds.

Nothing comes out from his mouth. Not sure if he has lost at words or else so you take it as an okay from him.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you say;pulling the car handle to close the door before he comes closer along with the darkened eyes and clenched jaw. He is flaming with anger all over his body.

Before you can say anything, he grabs your wrist and pull you out from the back seat, making you stumble on your heels as he brings you to somewhere far from the car. Your eyes widened at his sudden action.

“Jungkook! What the hell, stop!” you almost yell as you look at his stiffed back while he pulls you with so much intense. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, his voice—it is full of tension. He says nothing, tightening the grip around your wrist.

“Jungkook!” you call him again when the heels are clanking on the ground with so much rush, making you almost trip and break you ankle. Few seconds after, he stops and pushes you slightly against the cold wall along the alley before he traps you between his firm arms. You whimper at the coldness on your back.

“What are you trying to pull?” he grunts—looking straight to your eyes with fiery fire. Even under such dim lights, you can see his eyes gleaming with anger—so much anger which is keeping your feet static on the ground. His face is only few inches apart for yours, making his hot and minty breath brushing your skin slightly.

“W-what do you mean?” you squeak—looking back to his eyes even deep inside, world knows how dangerous can they be. Your legs become wobbly when he makes the gap between you and him disappear as he comes closer.

“Why are you telling me goodbyes even you feel like crying?” he groans.

You are taken aback at his words. How the hell he sees that?

“Why do you drive me this crazy?” nails clawed on the wall, he pulls away from you as he runs both of his hands through his long hair, looking frustrated as ever. It leaves you confused. What makes him changed this much? Why does he look like a beast. A sexy beast.

but The only question is why is your core pooling and wetting the panty when you see those eyes and hear that raspy grunts from him?

“Let me go. I want to go home,” gaining your strength to stand properly, you glare at him just to find his burning eyes again. You can clearly see the veins along his jaw and neck—leaving you breathless.

“Why are you such in denial? I don’t understand,”

“What are you trying to say, Jungkook?! I’m confused. Can you just say what you want and let me go?” you voice screeches a few octave when you no longer can hold the sudden pissed off in yourself.

“Do you love me?” he whispers.

Silence. Intense eye contacts.

“No, I don’t. Can I go now?” God know how bitter it sounds like in your throat when you say those poisonous words. How the hell your mouth says no but your heart says the otherwise? He heaves a sigh, coming closer to you, faces few inches apart.

He stares at you. They have changed. His eyes. No more fire—no more anger. Just pearls and..love. Your heart is thumping hard like it’s going to burst anytime.

“Say that again,” he stops, taking some time to calm himself.

“Say that again and I will let you go. Say that before we stop looking at each other again,” his voice becomes lower like he is hiding a pain behind that. There is silence between you two as you stare into his eyes, trying to contain this pain inside your chest.

His eyes—they always speak louder than anything and seeing those, make your heart feels nothing but ache.

A small trails of tears start to stream down to your cheeks, to your chins before it drops, wetting your dress. You can’t look at him on the eyes anymore so you look to your feet while sobbing softly. You’re not sure how you look like right now but definitely a mess.

“I can’t do it,” you cry. The small alley is filled with your sobbing as there is no reaction from him.

The next second, he lifts your chin before you meet his eyes again. You look at him with a teary eyes before he comes closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You nod.

Just like that, he crashes his lips against your mouth with so much force, sealing every part of his lips with yours—not leaving any space untouched. Taking a piece of clothes on his chest, you pull him closer to you, making him to bring his hand on your jaw.

He grunts in the kiss—licking your lower lip to give him the access before you open your mouth just for him to hover them with his tongue. You know he can taste the salty water from your eyes.

You haven’t had such a sweet kiss. Every part of his mouth, tastes damn sweet.

Sucking on your mouth for the last time, he pulls away from the kiss as both of you pants for air like crazy.

“Damn it, I want you so bad,” he whispers.

“Ah!” you whimper as Jungkook crashes his lips along you neck with his hands travelling on your exposed thigh. He presses you against his marble wall before finding your mouth for hundred times, kissing them deeply.

A small yelp escapes you lips when he palms your soaking core—the thin fabric of the panty do no justice to his warm and slender fingers, that are rubbing your clothed clit. You moan to the air.

“Wet as hell,” he grunts, looking down at his fingers while grabbing your hips to support you against the wall. You spread you legs wider, making him chuckle out of joy.

“Impatient, huh?” he whispers as he hovers your mouth for the last time before bringing his hands to the hem of your mini dress. The next second, the sound of ripping fills the room as he rips your dress , leaving you only with bra and panty. Your eyes widened.

“I just bought it!” you whine at him only to receive a boyish chuckle from him as he looks straight to your soul.

“I can buy you a new one,” he whispers—rubbing your wet clit with his fingers and trailing a sloppy kiss along your neck—causing you to moan out loud. You throw your head when he quickened the fingers pace, twirling them to torture you even more.

“Ah! Jungkook!” you moan, grabbing both of his shoulders for support before he unclasp your bra. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Why are you so wet when you don’t even love me?” he groans on your neck, biting and licking them to bring you to another universe. Your vision and mind seem like it’s leaving your system when you can feel nothing but his touch.

He pulls his fingers away from your clit, making you whimper at the sudden missing touch. Then, with one gesture, he unbuckles the belt and pull down the pants, causing the huge throbbing buldge under the boxer to touch your inner thigh. Along with that, he pulls your panty—showing the soaking wet pussy to his sight.

Another moan and faint grunt fills the room. You look down at him and find his darkened gaze. His gritted teeth, clenched jaw. How the hell this sweet man turns out to be this aggresively sexy beast? Your core is throbbing a lot at the sight. Slowly, he rubs his clothed bulge on your pussy while keeping the eye contact with you—not leaving your eyes while he abuse the pussy.

Mouth opened, you moan while staring at him. Both of you pant hard, chest pounding against each other as he quickened the pace—causing you to grip on his shoulders, even tighter. Your body bounce, synchronizing with his pace.

“Did....you do this with her?” a faint voice escapes your lips along with the endless moans. He groans while clenching his jaws. Moans and moans.

“Do you want me to?” he asks you back before tugging on your hardened nipple with his teeth—making you to lose your mind immediately. You’re sure he can feel the dripping juice on the tip of his head as you almost find the climax at the intense rubbing.

You don’t answer him as you throw your head and moans like a weak kitten. His twirls his tongue on your bud—kissing and sucking it while rubbing your pussy with his member.

“Answer me,” he slaps your ass, making you yelp.

“N-no,”

“Why?”

You bite your lower lip to refrain yourself from moaning even more. You’re so close to your orgasm before he suddenly stops. Opening your eyes, you see his throbbing cock—raw and hard. Before you could say anything, he pounds inside you—grabbing your hips to come closer to him.

“Ahhh!” you scream out of pleasure at the sudden contact as he starts to move without letting you to adjust to his size. He thrusts slowly before pulling them out, to make you whine again and again. He smiles before slamming into you again, burying his cock into your pussy as he starts pounding back and forth.

You moan out loud at his cock stretching inside you—your body bounce against the wall while wrapping your legs around his waist to ease the tension. The slapping sound fills the space, like it is a background music both for you and him.

You meet his eyes and just like before, his eyes never left yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes on your collarbone, clenching his jaw as he pounds your pussy. You feel the butterflies at his words. His eyes—speak thousand love and adoration. Only for you.

“You don’t know how I want to fuck you this way,” he whispers—causing your butterflies go wild in your stomach.

“Do you love her?” closing your eyes shut, you whisper.

“I don’t,” he says. Not sure why but your heart feels like it got lifted.

“Do you still love me?” you moan at him—he smiles and quickened the pace. Oh god. It’s so fucking good.

“I fucking love you, so much,” he groans.

“I love every part of you. You don’t understand,” both of you moan when he find the sweet spot in your pussy. Your breath hitched—finding some air.

Suddenly, he pulls out from you and let you stand on your feet before he tells you to bend down. Just as confused as you are, you bend down, gripping on the cabinet with both of your hands before he slams inside you again.

Your body arches.

“Let me love you,” he bends down to you and kiss your nape while his hands gropping on both of your hips, forcing you to move along with the thrust. You whimper, biting your lower at the pleasure he is giving.

“Love me, then,” you say, peeking at him over your shoulder. He seemed speechless at your remarks before he slams into you again and again, abusing the pussy with his huge cock as he rubs your clit.

You moan his name. Both of you almost losing breath as you can feel the knot in your lower stomach, almost reaching the climax.

With the remained strength, you move your hips back and forth, causing his tip to abuse your walls again and again.

“Oh fuck. Baby, you feel so damn good,” he curses, looking at his dick pumping you while clenching his jaws. You hum and moan, peeking at him while moving rapidly.

“Jungkook...I’m coming,” you whimper. He kisses your nape.

“Do it for me. Cum for me,” his sweet raspy voice growls across his house—making you squirm around him. He moans, so fucking hot and sexy.

“Jungkook...” you call him. He hums.

“I love you,” you moan before you release the juice, coating his cock with the white substances. A trails of scream escaping your mouth when the next second, he fills your pussy with his warm thick cum.

Your body becomes sensitive after he pulls out, making it to twitch and flinch. When your legs feel like it’s going to collapse, Jungkook lift you up and place you on his lap as he sits on the sofa.

You can hear his heart beat is racing, His chest is pounding as you lay your head on his chest—catching some air after the intense fuck. With you Tugging on his arms, he wraps his arms around your hips as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Eunha is my ex-girlfriend,” suddenly, he breaks the silence.

“Our relationship has ended a year ago and she suddenly comes back to me,” he lifts your chin, making you to look at him.

“I was heartbroken when I sent you home, that night,”

“It was crazy for me to move on when you don’t want me like I wanted you,” his eyes changed. There is a pain and sorrow—along with that voice.

“I thought, giving another chance to love her like I used to, would erase you from my mind but the more I look at her, the more I think of you,”

“So, rather than hurting her, I broke the relationship again,”

He stares at you like he is telling you how heart broken he was. Just like you. His bright eyes, his pouty lips, his charming smile—you didn’t know you have been missing him this much. Straddling on his laps, you bring your hands on his face.

You miss every part of him. The way he looks at you this way. The way he talks to you this way. You thought you have lost them all but when you see the familiar spark on his eyes—they are still there. Tears prick on your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you bite your lower lip while rubbing your thumbs on his cheek, taking every part of his face into your sight.

You love this man. So much. Not sure when did it start but you know you love him when the thought of him not being yours—hurts you bad.

“I’m sorry for making us this way,” you squeak with tears falling down your cheeks. Brushing the hair from your face, he leans closer and sealing your his lips with yours. Every time he kissed you, you feel like you’re on the cloud nine. It feels like a dream. The way he moves his mouth on yours, you don’t want him to go.

“I thought we will be okay but why does it hurt me so much to see you with her”

You can feel your heart clenches at the thought.

“I love you. I love so much,” you sob when he pulls away from the kiss—staring at your messy face only few inches apart.

He chuckles. Rubbing his thumb across you cheeks before he pecks your nose.

“I know that,”

“I love you too,” he whispers. Your tears flow even more as you wrap your arms his neck and cry on his shoulder. He chuckles as he let you to calm down, letting go the pain in your chest for a while. He secures your waist around his arms, bringing you closer to his embrace.

When you finally calmed down, he looks at you with a grin.

“So...” he bites his lower lip.

“Are you mine?”

You giggle, scrunching your nose at him.

Jungkook grins, bringing his face closer to yours as he speaks,

“Tell me,” he chuckles. With that, you nod with a smile.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,”

He laughs before he takes your face in his hand as he hovers your mouth for millionth times with the other hand, grabbing your hips to grind on his hardened cock, again.

You squeal—completely ready to give your all to him.

i think im failed at this one but whatever, check out my other smuts thirsty hoes *chef’s kiss*

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dandyvespa · 4 years

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I-Land Final Episode and Thoughts *SPOILERS! duh*

For anyone who has kept up with I-Land, I understand how emotional and nerve-wracking this episode was for them. After developing a connection with a lot of the participants and sharing in their memories, its hard to see anyone being let go. It has been just as much of journey for them as it was for the fans who supported them and at the end of the day, regardless of who debuts, there will be people who will be disappointed by the final results. But please please PLEASE understand that you should not put the blame on them or even break them down just because your favorite did not make it. All of these boys worked hard to get where they are and though it stings for those who did not make it, please support whatever flower path any of them have taken and continue to support and spread love. With that being said, I would just like to use the rest of this post on my final thoughts on the episode and debut line. If you are caught up with the show, please read ahead. Thank you :)

First I would like to say that the preparations done for the final performance, the OT22 interaction and performance, the funny bits of preparing PR videos, dividing roles, and playing Truth or Dare, and the home-cooked meals sent from their parents were all just an emotional roller coaster. I laughed and I cried. To see those boys grow was something very special to me and to see their individual selves shine through personalities or skills were always a treat. Having these segments were really meant to lighten the mood for the final lineup to come. Personally, Sunghoon developed the most out of his shy exterior and his personality was so confident and funny in the pre-recorded videos. I also thought Jay... could never escape his dark history LOL. Also Heeseung’s brother teasing him and telling him to tell Jay he adores him was very cute. Seeing everyone help each other with the PR videos was adorable and heart-warming (Heeseung even had a whole production team haha). Jungwon dressed up as a sheep still sticks with me though haha. Seeing OT22 come together also had me in tears and stitches. It was so cute seeing them all hang out in I-land and despite how whack it was for the Grounders to never experience it, they looked so happy being with their friends and taking part in this little world even if it was for a short time. Also loved how they would easily throw others under the bus during Truth or Dare and the Questions they voted on. The love and support their parents got and how each of them could not hold back their tears was really the icing on the cake. No matter where these boys go, their family will always be their for them more than anything else. Just all those moments leading up to their debut lineup really put a toll on me and it just made me feel like a proud mom

Okay the team name? I am sooooooooooo glad its not Dragon Gee or Dee or whatever that speculated name was going around on Twitter. Enhypen is odd but in a good way. Its different and it will stick with time even though I still may just call them the I-Land group for now lol. Pretty curious about what the fandom name will be too (but honestly I think I would still call myself an Eggie haha).

TXT and BTS’s presence was neat. I wish more of the TXT member’s got to speak but having them all physically there was nice. Though I will say it was just awkward not seeing them cheer as much. I also felt like BTS was just bored at some points or were just glazing over when having to wait on each member getting called out. They did have their humorous moments which was nice to see, definitely lifted the tension in the room and I’m glad they joked a bit (especially Suga losing it lol) instead of remaining completely serious. Their advice and encouragement were all appreciated too. Jhope being an avid viewer really showed. Also plus points for Jungwon getting Jungkook’s attention uwu. I still wish they could have interacted more and mentored some of them over the course of the show. The slim TXT interactions with Heeseung such as Taehyun and Yeonjun’s reactions made me wanting more damn it. But hey, at least we get to see them more often in the BigHit building. I love a good family.

So the Calling performance was A M A Z I N G. I personally thought they were so coherent as a group and made me wishing OT9. There were some who really shine in their parts, but I think all of them stood out one or more times to me. The dance was pretty powerful and a lot of them improved vocally. Again, it makes me feel like a proud mom seeing them all at this point, grown and amazing. The Into the I-Land performance also made me feel that way as well. They all looked so good together and were pretty in sync given that they were fucking 22 of them. The nostalgia was really hitting in me and I also teared uo like a big ass baby. But can I just say... and let’s be real here.... Every single song on this show has been a bop and I would be thrilled to see a whole Soundtrack Album for I-Land on Spotify. Like P L E A S E.

Now onto the debut line! I was S H O C K E D. You can clearly tell these votes were not rigged in the slightest and this was solely based on global votes always shifting which was appreciated. I did not see this order coming and it did turn out slightly different then my post on my preferred I-Land debut line. So starting with number 1.... YANG FUCKING JUNGWON. I was pleasantly surprised and I literally jumped out of my bed when I heard him place first instead of Sunoo. This was the complete definition of people who initially slept on him finally waking. I was soooo thrilled. Bro really came in last by the last Producer vote and then climbed all the way to first. Our lovely sheep garden and hidden ace, a big congrats!

Jay also left his cursed 6th spot and got second! Again another well-deserved man who gave it his all from the beginning and was no stranger to being straightforward and a go getter. His stubbornness and hilarity will lead this group lol.

Jake getting third was a big shock as well. Our icon of improvement! To think he was always on the verge of getting placed out of the top 7 members and made it here? Also considering his benefit put him in 7th once when he literally could have been the eliminated member that episode. UGH. Our Aussie boy did great and seriously improved performance after performance.

Next up.... NIKIIIIIII. Now I’m gonna be real I thought it was gonna be K. I never placed Niki in my debut prediction, but his Flame On performance really change everything for me. Actually, just the whole second part of I-Land was very impactful for him. I was always hesitant about his sportsmanship and whether he was too selfish in the first part (the constant evil-editing did not help, Mnet...), but thanks to other members, he really matured and took a greater lead in things. I really began to fall for him when we got to see him more playful and interactive with other members. Like I really thought he was much happier and understanding throughout the second half of the show. So kudos to him!

Coming in 5th place was Heeseung. I was actually confused man. When he was called first at this point, I just knew this global vote line up will be verrrry different. I was still relieved that he made it and seeing him choke up, this boy who has been going at it the longest among the 9 participants at 3 years to finally debut.... Gosh I could not. As someone who is also Heeseung biased, I was so so so happy for him. Think we all know regardless of which place he got, the boy was destined to debut. My Ace heart feels full ^^. Go get him Leader!!!

Now 6th place... my Ice Prince... Sunghoon! I was actually the most nervous for him. I saw so many people saying that Sunghoon was last in votes or was in danger because a lot of people had the mentality that given his popularity they should reserve the votes for the people who would most likely be eliminated. I think that’s why Heeseung and Sunoo were scored low too. Now I am also biased towards him. I was thinking like what would I do if none of my favorite Bighit trainees (Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jungwon) do not make it? But when he was called to take up the last spot in global voting, I did a back flip (not really but yeah lol). Given that Sunghoon has never gotten any brutal feedback from the Producers and has always adapted to each concept, he deserved this. Just everything he has been through... And shifting his life from being an ice skater of 10 years to this path as an idol.... hold up let me get some damn tissues. May he continue to break out of his shell and show his continuous charms!

Ok the producer choice for 7th place... Again did not see that coming. Sunoo constantly ranking high in global votes only to be one of the deciding factors was another big surprise. I have said that Sunoo’s sunshine personality would be needed, especially if the group were to do cute or youthful concepts. His health had been concerning, but he was able to manage himself so well. Even with powerful choreo! He is not really one of the best dancers but he had always been able to do his part. I really thought the Producers would choose K, but I really thought Bang PD boiled it down to overall skill and personality appeal. He even claimed that Sunoo would connect best with the world with his joyful outlook. I honestly could not agree more. I just people do not rail him for being picked as they should now understand he is not just some cute face and has proven that multiple times. Sunshine Fighting! :)

The eliminated trainees were K and Daniel. Though I thought Daniel has improved a lot, he was just outshined. I also think at his age he should have more time spent in sharpening his skills. What was more devastating was K. He looked like he was obliterated. I mean both of them were naturally sad, but K was just gone to me. I was really hoping that he would make the debut line. K has shown himself as a performer multiple times and was praised for his choreography skills. He even showed to have learned from past behaviors and matured more as a person when taking the leader role. To see him grow and understand where he went wrong.... ugh I really could not bear him looking that way. His thoughts were all over the place and he could barely choke out what he wanted to say. I just hope he meant what he said and actually continues to enjoy music and develop himself as a performer. I knew how much his mom was initially livid at the idea of him becoming an idol so I hope he gets another chance at showing her that he can still do this. Now understand this does not mean you should blame Sunoo for being chosen or complain that Sunoo does not deserve it. I already feel like he is gonna be haunted with the grim reminder that he was chosen instead and think that he doesn’t deserve this because he is not as skilled as K. And people are gonna bandwagon hate on him... and again I say please DO NOT DO THAT. At the end of the day, no matter how much you want OT9 or OT22, this is a survival show and these participants signed up for this. Yes there will be fans who are disappointed, but you shouldn’t waste your anger on the other trainees who were able to succeed instead of your faves. I don’t want this moment to completely wreck K or Daniel’s chances at being an idol again. Same goes for rest of the eliminated I-Land members. This is definitely not the end for any of them so please go on with hope guys because I know you will still have many people’s support! They will end up on the same stage as their colleagues one day.

The last thing I want to say is that though this has been a tough journey and though there may be people who will not be satisfied with the debut line, everyone worked hard. From the participants to the fans and even the Producers, all of them played a special role in making I-Land bearable and exciting to watch. This is a big congrats to everyone who took part in the show despite having to go through many hardships. With that being said let us continue to support the futures of the eliminated I-Land members as well as the grand success of Enhypen. I smell 4th gen leaders :D. Welcome to the BigHit family Enhypen and may your fans, your wings, fly you even higher once you officially debut. F I G H T I N G!

Now... will you guys join in during the next season of I-Land for the next global girl group? :3

.... Ya’ll already know I am lol.

#I-land #iland #enhypen #jungwon #jay #jake #niki #heeseung #sunghoon #sunoo #bts #txt #kpop #kpop survival show #kpop thoughts #kpop opinions #bighit #mnet

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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@otumbalt

The message you sent was fanmail, I think! And as such, I couldn’t reply directly (tumblr confuses me sometimes and I couldn’t find a reply button. If y’all know better pls do let me know if I need to put my clown shoes on LMAO). Thank you for the kind words though!! I really appreciate it, and I’m looking forward to more complexity from Cybird, too!

That being said, I did want to touch on something you said because I’m still drowning in my feels and languishing. “the push and pull between comte’s rationality and his desire to love and be loved was something that I really enjoyed from his route” you. you get it. There’s nothing I love more than a man that’s self-aware, and it’s such a rare treat when it comes to fiction, at least in my experience.

Some spoilers for his MS beneath the cut to explain why this resonated so deeply with me, so no touchy if you’re waiting to read on your own! c:

Because that’s exactly it. At first he is 100% just trying to help her get situated. He’s being rational. Sure, he’s excited to have a guest--he likes meeting new people in general, learning what he can from them (can you feel my uwus). But it’s only when she debuts that he begins to realize that this isn’t just enjoying her company. He finds her dazzling, far beyond what constitutes friendly curiosity. If that sounds too convenient, I can confirm that he takes her to the venue of her debut, dressed in clothes he picked out (which he emphasizes is something that greatly pleases him, looks wonderful on her). And he begins to wonder if this is what it feels like to have a daughter, to look on with earnest fondness and want only the best for her.

But the sugar daddy act ends REAL quick.

There is an attending nobleman that comments on how lovely she is, insinuates a kind of desire to know if she’s single or not with his attraction. And he suddenly becomes quite incensed by that comment, feels genuine irritation. Combined with that is the moment in which MC becomes a little nervous, says that she’s unsure if she’s really worthy of this kind of attention. Comte, in his POV story, is shocked to hear that she’s anxious. She powered through lessons on decorum and dancing, never once complained about his days-long fussing. And he realizes that it’s not because she didn’t feel any discomfort, but because she chose to be strong--chose to keep trying. This is the moment in which he realizes that he cares for her deeply, and that she doesn’t see herself clearly. She’s beautiful in the conventional sense, absolutely--but it’s more than that for him. She’s beautiful because she’s always doing her best, always cares about the people around her enough to try to power through. And that’s what the people around her were truly responding to. Anybody can get dolled up, but to be admired or loved usually requires more substance.

And so he tells her that, caught in the moment of realization. “You’re beautiful...” And she replies that it’s all thanks to the attire he got her, the jewelry gleaming from every part of her. But he falters--tries to clarify, before the opportunity is lost and dies in his throat.

That was only the first step in his long and exponential descent into love for her. The thing that’s so moving about Comte is that he tries so very hard to contextualize with the knowledge he has. Remember, he keeps telling himself, she’s from the future. She has a place to return to. No matter how curious, no matter how attracted, he was never meant to enter that picture. They were two of a very different kind, irreconcilable in that regard too. Tainting her with his selfishness, with that desire for companionship that’s always been such a difficult obstacle for him, isn’t her responsibility. It’s his. He needed to put her first. And he had every intention to.

Until she saw the wavering parts of him, the fragile ones that only come out in glances--beyond his control, beyond his good sense. And she handled his worries with such care, such compassion that it strikes him to the very core. There’s a good number of chapters where he’s trying and utterly failing to stop her from doting on him, falls into her little gestures of kindness, of attention.

It takes Leonardo to stop and say that his attempts are pathetic. That it couldn’t be clearer that le Comte is hopelessly in love with her. His indictment forces Comte to backtrack, forces him to try and cut her off entirely. He’s mortified at himself, at his failing self-control. Four hundred years and he can’t manage to stop instigating feelings between himself and one woman in the space of one month? And more than anything, he truly is under the operating assumption that this is in her best interest; that he must stop if this if it is to end in anything other than tragedy. For him, it the ultimate culmination of his own failure to take responsibility, exercise foresight, and consider her feelings.

Needless to say, none of this goes to plan in the end.

Now, I’d like to clarify something. MC, this whole time, doesn’t really find any fault with all of that. She thinks it’s nice to see him let down his guard, doesn’t mind comforting him when he confides in her now and again. She just sees the man that chose to care about her first, and fell in love with his conscientious concern for people. She doesn’t see his vulnerability as a shortcoming, the way that he does. And that’s where the tension arises. Because Comte is literally staring at his hands internally screaming at himself, while MC is like “you know if we made out, that would be awesome. Can’t believe I might become the foster mom to nine weird genius vampires, but you never know what life brings amirite”

In that way, the route is almost funny, but mostly sad, in how ridiculously inaccurate Comte’s self-perception is. He thinks that asking for help, asking to be cared for, is fundamentally a breach of conduct. Not just...being a person that needs support from time to time?? (He does me a big concern ;-;)

Regardless, and maybe it’s just me, but there’s just something so moving about seeing him so affected? He truly does everything in his power to prove that he is unworthy, does everything in his power to believe that he’s unworthy. But MC won’t be swayed, no matter how scary or difficult things get--no matter how great the gulf of time or life is between them. No matter how many times being with him might result in her being threatened, she doesn’t care. Sure it’s scary, but she doesn’t deem it enough to divide them. She tried to distance herself “for own good” too, following his lead, and it just didn’t work for either of them.

Would you all like to know what it is that gets him to finally acquiesce? What it is that makes him raise the white flag, any defensiveness gone, only endless love and trust taking its place? The second where his desire to love and be loved wins out, all rationality scrapped?

They discuss the events of Vlad’s abduction, and Comte levels with her. Says that if what happened is enough to destroy whatever attraction for him that she had felt, he wouldn’t judge her. She was still more than free to go home, to live her life. When she protests, he pulls his trump card. He gets very serious, looks her in the eye, and asks what she thinks about turning. If he were to pose the question, what would be her response?

And MC, bless her heart, says that she hasn’t decided, because that is something for them to decide together. She certainly won’t force him to do it, but she wants to know what he feels about it before coming to any kind of concrete decision--or even temporary one. Because that’s the whole point. That’s what it means to be in love with someone. It means having someone by your side, someone that’s there to listen and put you first--just as they should be putting you first, too. It means that any course of action is made hand-in-hand, that we check in with each other first; that we hear and help each other out, no matter how confused or paralyzed or exhausted. That’s what makes Comte start laughing with relieved delight, any hesitations gone. That’s when their relationship is solidified, when Comte chooses to devote himself--no matter what hardships the future brings--to her. Because for the first time in his life, he knows he will never have to carry anything all alone anymore, and he is at ease.

In short, thanks Cybird I’m sobbing now and forever for one gold pixelated man pls don’t look at me

#rambles #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ikevamp spoilers #comte propaganda #ik i need to stop but i physically and emotionally can't #i love him so much #every single day i cry comte where r u #like if cybird d i d n t want me to scream then they shouldnt have made him so ungodly irresistible #s m f h #anyhoot tysm @otumbalt for helping me further organized my love-scattered thoughts for comte #and your message was so sweet!!!!#you're always welcome here c:#and thanks to everyone that's been so supportive of my comte love yall make cry ;-;#i hope yall continue to enjoy my nonsensing

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agentnorthdakota · 3 years

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All odd numbers for Zarus. Feel free to skip any, especially if they're too spoilery

Thanks Spencer!! uwu Sorry this took so long! I love this funky druid and I'm curious myself if any of these answers will change as I develop them further and they grow in the campaign~

1. Why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es)? When Zarus was young (for a drow), they were taught about nature and other Druidic teachings, which inspired them to actually get out into nature more and be an actual druid themself. Part of the Circle of Dreams, they spent some time in the Feywild, which influenced their magic further.

3. What is their goal right now? They do aim to get back to the Feywild, but Zarus is lackadaisical and drow live a Long time, so despite being presented with a chance to return, they’re like “there’s time for that later~” They’re curious about their friends and have some “souvenirs” to drop off to their friend Cabal first, anyway.

5. Do they follow a higher power? what are their thoughts on divinity? Zarus isn’t really the religious types. The gods exist, certainly, but they’re more connected to the wild, chaotic power of nature than devoting themself to a specific god.

7. Which party member do they understand the least? Defs Caesin atm. They enjoy being in cahoots with him, but are still figuring out his personality and morals.

9. Do they care about their appearance? how much effort do they put into presentation? Zarus cares a fair bit about their appearance – but you couldn’t tell by looking at them. From the outside they seem like the sort of person that put makeup on a couple days ago and is like “eh it’s still good enough” (purely figurative, they haven’t worn makeup in ages). And yet they typically hold themself like they’re dressed in finery, despite the holes in their cheap clothes.

11. What skills are they proficient in? why? Arcana, deception, history, perception, persuasion, and survival. Each has their place in their backstory, but the specifics of why are a mystery :3c

13. What do they dislike about themself? why? He’s the type to be, like… overly positive and hard to ruffle. He also isn’t exactly the most self-reflective. I think he’d have trouble naming anything he dislikes about himself.

15. Do they trust their party? why or why not? Absolutely! :3 I mean they’ve known each other for like a whole day now! (Zarus trusts way too easily)

17. What do they dream about, when their dreams are their own? That’s a good question :3c

19. What haunts them? what doesn’t? Probably more than he knows, or would admit (even to himself).

21. Do they follow their head, their heart, or their body? Well it’s definitely not their head. I’d say a mix of their heart and gut – but they have terrible intuition and danger-sense.

23. How do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name? They’d be thrilled to be given any of the above! Nicknames mean fondness, titles mean status, and labels can mean community – all of which Zarus wants. They’re very fond of their name, which is one of the reasons they give it a little too readily.

25. What stories do they like to tell? what stories do they like to hear? Zarus is… probably not the best storyteller, struggling to remember parts, and completely making up others. They’ll talk all day about less linear events though, like various plants, storm clouds, etc. And they’re happy to hear almost any story, as long as the person telling it is enthusiastic and isn’t a stuck-up prick.

27. How do they mourn? If he ever knew how to mourn, I think he’s forgotten how. Death is a fleeting and intangible concept to Zarus, and so mourning would be much the same.

29. Who would they save? who would they be saved by? He’d happily save any of his friends, both new and old, and without regard to any potential cost. And so far he’d be saved by Grimshaw, the only person who’s actually stepped in tried to dissuade his recklessness lol

31. They’re given a blank piece of paper–what do they do with it? (answered this one in a previous post~)

33. What makes them cry? …what does make them cry? Again, Zarus is a very cheery individual. Probably something triggering an old, long-forgotten memory, or one of their friends dying and not coming back. They’d also defs be the type to start crying without even realizing it, still smiling, only noticing when they feel they tears streaming down their face, and reach up to touch their cheek in confusion.

35. Which party member do they worry for? Defs Maco. He’s young and seems naïve, so if there’s anyone Zarus would have the sense to actually worry over, it’s him.

37. What is their favorite thing to hold? Ooooh. Probably an old, worn leather-bound book, whether that’s a journal or a published tome. It would bring them a sense of familiarity and comfort.

39. Are their hands calloused, soft, or something else entirely? Their left hand and forearm are covered with burn scars, while their right is surprisingly soft for a druid, not nearly as calloused as you’d expect from someone who travels the wilderness.

41. What are they attracted to in other people? (also answered this one in the previous post~)

43. Why do they fight? I guess… why not? They aren’t exactly into fighting, but they’re definitely capable, so if the situation calls for it they will fight, especially if their companions are. But they don’t exactly fight to protect themself, and would just as readily try to talk their way out of a situation.

45. How do they hug people? Another interesting one! I think it’s been a long time since anyone actually hugged Zarus. Despite being more of an extrovert, they don’t always spend much time around people, and Zarus can be a little… off-putting. I think he’d melt into a hug, eager to share in the rare warmth and companionship – and having no sense of personal boundaries and how long a hug should last or how closely he should wind the other person in his arms or vice versa.

47. When they meet someone, what is the first thing they notice? How kind they are. Do they treat him with kindness, or disdain? Because the latter isn’t going to win that person any brownie points with Zarus, though they may not say it. Anything else – appearance, social standing, scars, etc – that’s all extra, and typically not of concern.

49. What makes them smile? Lots of things. Zarus is smiling, like, 90% of the time, even if it’s a small smile (and probably somewhat unnerving). One of the rare times they’re not smiling is when they’re pondering something. They’re definitely smiling when they’re mad or offended, there’s just more of an edge to it that an observer might not catch.

51. What is the most beautiful thing in the world, for them? Oh wow. I think… life, continuing on uninterrupted. TW for some gory descriptions for this one. ((A bird with a stick fused into it’s wing that still manages to fly, a deer whose antlers are tangled with the head of another, trapped in an endless battle until it sheds its antlers, flowers and fungi sprouting between the bones of a carcass, the decaying corpse of a whale that brings so much new life to the scavengers who feast on it. There’s beauty in death, and in the unstoppable circle of life – and it’s a privilege to them to hold such a special place in it.)) On a more… traditional note, they definitely do like pretty flowers, and thunderstorms.

53. Which is more frightening to them: day or night? Honestly… I think the bright light of day. There’s comfort and familiarity in the darkness, a sense of home. But in the harsh daylight that hurts their eyes, everything is so stark and clear, and deep down it triggers discomfort, of what they should recall but don’t.

55. Whose hand do they reach out for? Currently? Cabal. They’ve helped him to his feet more than once, and he trusts them. It won’t take long for this to apply to his party, as well, but right now Cabal is instinctually the first one he’d reach for. For the party it will probably be Grimshaw first, since he’s been the most protective of Zarus (even if he doesn’t exactly deem it necessary).

57. What makes them angry? Being talked down to certainly grinds his gears. Zarus is actually decently intelligent, but no matter what, being disrespected and treated like he’s beneath someone sparks his anger, especially considering his backstory.

59. What is a quiet passion of theirs? Making flower crowns, and to a lesser extent, origami. They also very much enjoy sketching various flora and recording information about it, but there’s a sense of work to that as well as passion. Also, fashion. They very much enjoy dressing up, they just rarely have reason to.

61. What kind of flower would they choose to pick from a meadow? Literally every flower they could find. They’d either pick none, leaving them to grow, or one of each variety (including colour variations). They are very passionate about flowers and flora, so if they started they wouldn’t be able to resist picking one of each.

63. What fight has scared them the most? They’ve only been in a few fights in-game so far, and it’s very hard to genuinely scare Zarus. There is one from their past that would, but that’s getting into spoiler territory ;)

65. What is holding them back? Their unwillingness to accept that anything is wrong.

67. What makes them laugh? Much the same as smiling, it isn’t difficult to make Zarus laugh. They’re quite cheery, so if someone tells a bad joke or makes a clever quip, they defs laugh at it (even when doing so would be impolite).

69. How would they describe their party members? (aaand I answered this one in the previous post as well, so that’s it!)

#Zarus #Askcending to Blog Tier

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wolfsrainrules · 5 years

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Have you heard about the theory where Midoriya's dad is Endeavour's lil bro? Because if it isn't too much, could you do headcanons about good!dad!enji and husashi with their kids? You don't have too if ya don't want to ^^. Also, have a great day/night you beautiful baby uwu

I HAVE in fact, read exactly one (1) fic like that, a long time ago. I cannot remember the name, but I remember thinking “OH NO THATS NEAT” Thank you! I’m having a good time tonight (early morning its like 3am). @north-peach when you see this later, i figured you’d like to add on XD

–Enji brought Hisashi to every single ultra sound for his four kids.

–In fact, the day he found out about his first kid, he barreled to his brother’s house, still holding the preg test in hand, and kicked the door down to yell about being a father and waving the stick around like an idiot.

He accidentally set his brother’s couch on fire, and then had to tell his sister in law, why her couch was ash.

Inko laughed so hard she cried.

(Enji replaced the couch that day)

–Inko then sat down and helped Enji pick out some gender neutral baby clothes (since they didn’t know the gender yet at the time)

–Hisashi LOVES his nephews and niece and called Rei crazy for wanting to have ‘this lug’s kids’.

–Hisashi and Enji both sat the boys down, and explained about BOYS and what they were going to do to them, when they finally noticed Fuyumi.

(Fuyumi was very confused at the time)

–Enji carried pictures of his kids in his wallet. Like….Hughes from FMA level pictures.

–Hisashi, when he finds out about Izuku, loses his entire mind, screeches, accidentally breathes fire and sets the tablecloth on fire, yells at his wife “HOLD ON I GOTTA TELL ENJI”

scrambles for his phone, knocks into every piece of furniture in the way, and exhales smoke and embers the entire time.

He calls Enji- who is at work at the time, which Hisashi didn’t think about but usually does (Izu will get his analysis from his father in this AU) and Enji will answer in a panic b.c his lil brother is calling DURING WORK HOURS??–

and he literally yells into the phone as soon as he hears “Hisashi??”

“HEY ENJI, YOURE GONNA BE AN UNCLE. IM HAVING A BABY” at full volume, like an excited child in a candy store with 200$,

–Enji loses his entire mind, mid patrol, and proceeds to yell, full volume like the idiot all Todoroki’s secretly are (or will be) for their family as a whole “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE???!”

–its all over social media like 20secs after it leaves his mouth.

–Enji shows up, smoking, in hero costume, having FLOWN HIMSELF OVER LIKE A FUCKING ROCKET MAN, five mins later so he can freak out over this fact with his little brother in person and coo at Inko’s still flat stomach

–And then he realizes that this means future Izuku (unnamed at the time) is going to be born around the time future Shouto (also unnamed) is and proceeds to basically climb the room and screech into the void for five mins before he comes barreling back down like “THEY”RE GONNA BE BROTHERS HISASHI.”

—Toddler yrs are great. All the kids learn to play and have a blast with both brothers, and Enji and Hisashi have a literal BLAST trying to outdo each other during games of “Dragons” and such (b.c with a majority rule in fire quirks of course they do)

—Izuku proves to be very, very smart, Kacchan joins this group of protective fiery little monsters and they don’t put up with any of his shit even as tiny tots. So Kacchan gets an EARLY AS FUCK attitude adjustment and it changes everything.

–Izuku gets diagnosed as Quirkless.

–It doesnt slow any of them down. Enji and Hisashi just adjust plans for heroing quirkless, Enji goes on some MAJOR campains for Quirkless support and discrimination (which ripples down b.c he IS Number Two Hero, and his actions cause reactions)

–The other boys and Fuyumi all help Izuku and Izuku who goes to school with Kacchan and Shouta has a Protection Squad that Dont Take No Shit

Not to mention Izu has been training with the Todoroki fam forever and he knows how to defend himself, so he ALSO dont take no shit

–Hisashi and Enji only have one kidnap attempt per child, and each of them end in fire and brimstone and screaming. And then Lawyer Mama Inko gets involved and the kidnappers family for four generations in both directions WEEPS.

–When the day comes that Shouto and Izu get taken, they get taken together.

–Enji and Hisashi get a text from Izuku, thats basically just “CODE HELLFIRE” which is basically “Hey, um, kidnapping in progress!!”

–As each child had grown, they had all helped with the proceeding child’s “Code Hellfire” (named such b.c thats what they’d all bring down on the kidnappers) and now they taken the BABIES of the family AT THE SAME TIME.

The entire Todoroki family rampages across the city together for this one, Inko sitting like a queen at a control center, hooked into the entire mess via cameras at her brother-in-law’s agency, calling shots and being TERRIFYING the way we all know she can be

An entire villain gang BURNS for this.

By the time they get there, Izu and Shouto have already freed themselves, and were mid-escape.

Izuku punched Enji in the face.

Enji was so proud he got his nephew ice cream

Hisashi laughed so hard he cried, b.c Izu BROKE Enji’s nose, and then FLIPPED him over his shoulder before he realized it was his uncle and stopped the rest of the instinctive follow through.

Shouto tried to freeze Hisashi to the wall, but Hisashi reflexively melted it with fire before it worked, though it almost didn’t b.c Shouto has been training his ice with QUITE A FEW FIRE USERS HIS ENTIRE LIFE

–Hisashi is an underground hero btw. Just gonna toss that out there b.c that idea gives me l i f e. And presents the chance for AIZAWA TO BE A FAMILY FRIEND AND PREFERRED BABYSITTER

and dadzawa shenanigans form the start.

Plus shouta MELTING over these tiny babies, who wrapped their TINY HANDS around his fingers, and try to grab his capture scarf, or his hair.

who smiled tiny gummy smiles at him and told him “love you uncle sho”

who do clumsy attempts at braiding his hair with chubby child fingers and show up dressed like him b.c hes a favorite hero no matter what.

AND Shouta can help his problem child with quirkless fighting

–Oh BOY when All Might chooses Izu he’s gonna face a WALL of “Hey um what the FUCK are you doing to my BABY (brother/nephew/son)

#bnha #good dad enji #good dad hisashi #WHY THE FUCK ARE HISASHI AND HIZASHI ONE LETTER APART #DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TYPOS I HAD TO FIX #Hisashi is a Todoroki #Shouto is a good Big Brother #He will set you on fire for Izuku okay #tododeku siblings #(cousins technically but shhhhhhhh BROTHER)

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blushoyo · 4 years

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a kenma boyfriend cute scenario where he comes home from volleyball and all he wants to do is play video games with his gf

heheh heres your request annonie🧡

-cuddles & games (f)

kenma x reader

fluff

after a long day of practice matches and excercising, kenma just wants to go home and spend time with you

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it had been in long day. not that you were doing anything hard or something that required a lot of work. you just missed your boyfriend kenma to no end today. he told you he would be home late because of practice matches to get ready for his upcoming tournament but you never expected to miss him so much. so you were very much thrilled when you heard the front door click open. you were about to greet kenma when he fell right on top of you burying his face into your neck. naturally you blushed on sight. he wrapped his arms around you and snuggled closer to you like a cute baby kitten.

“hi baby i missed you” you said happily as you felt a tiny smile for against your neck. he nodded in agreement and decided to lay with you for a while. you both sat in comforting silence enjoying eachothers prescence. kenma wasnt the most up front with his emotions but you could always tell that he cared for you especially with little actions like this.

“y/n? can we play some games together? i really wanna spend time with you” he said quietly looking up at you and pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. you smiled, “hmmm yeah i dont have any homework so why not.” you responded which made him jump up happily and shower so he can get comfy while you guys played together. you giggles at his childish antics. he sure loves gaming huh you thought to yourself as you waited for him to come back.

when kenma came back he was dressed in some mario theme pajama pants and had his hair pulled back with some pins. he had a bunch of video games gathered in his hands as he came closer to you. he plopped the games in front of you happily choosing which one he would play first with you, the thought of playing with you made him really happy he was glad he could share these happy moments in his own virtual world with you as well. you smiled at him, he truly made you happy with his simplistic actions which is what you loved most about him.

“lets play minecraft first okay??” he said excitedly as you got out all your gaming consoles.

and thats how the rest of your night went. you guys played all sorts of games; action, fighting (even though you died alot and kenma had to save you many times), and to end it all off kenma brought you to his animal crossing island for a cute animal crossing date.

its was now 2am and you were both exhausted. “my love lets go to sleep.” kenma said yawning quietly. you nodded with droppy eyes as he turned off all the games and led you to you guys shared room. kenma help you lay down before pressing a quick kiss on your lips and laying his head on your chest.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too my little gamer.” you said before you both drifted to sleep. kenma now knew how he wabtwd to spend time with you every evening after that.

hope you like the scenario :)) this is my first time writing on in a while so i hope it turned out good uwu.

#kenma imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #anime #imagines #anime imagine #kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #kenma headcanons #anime scenarios

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watermelonsugawara · 4 years

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You should do the multiples of 2 from the lil prompt list to get to know you! 👀

oooo hell ya ok srry this might get long LOL

2. do you believe in soulmates?

hell mf ya i do, i think soulmates can also be bffs; not strictly romantic. i found 2 soulmate bffs i think:)

honestly i even think u have soulmates that fade away. like u have certain soulmates for who u are as a person; if/when u change, someone else might be ur soulmate for the “new” u, uk?

4. answered:)

6. do you enjoy driving in general?

yes and no, i like driving fast LMFAOOOOO but im DUMB and hate focusing so hard on the road. ik thats stupid but i wanna chill and not focus. im def a passenger type mf

8. whats your favorite cuisine?

dis basic but any noodles; u can make a billion things w pasta/noodles

10. do you play video games? if so, what games?

animal crossing on switch hehe

12. what other fandoms are you in?

fun fact this is the only 2d fandom im in LMAOOO; im 4ever a 1d/btr/jonas brothers stan, also a harry styles wh*re, i also love rupauls drag race and tiny meat gang (noel miller owns this pussy) uhhhh thats kinda it:)

14. do you have any pets?

yes i have a shih tzu named max hes a fat mfer

16. do you like the weather where you live?

i live in illinois so yes, i love snow but also hot ass summers so im vibin lmao

18. do you enjoy small talk?

uhh yes? i think? JDJJSD like with some people i actually care ab LMAOOO if i dont like u i prefer 0 speaking but if i like u then im down to talk ab anything shallow/deep

20. have u ever been to hawaii?

no but id love to uwu

22. name a fashion trend that you absolutely love

ummm theres so many i love!!! if i had to choose, its prob the whole trend of streetwear/athleisure

24. when it comes to making plans, do you like to organize or go with the flow when the time comes?

uh i think organize at first, once im more comfy its easier to just be more open n plan as we go:)

26. Answered

28. how often do you cook?

a few times a week, i still live w my family so my dad mostly cooks oof

30. do you ever remember your dreams?

actually no, its either i remember a SHIT TON or none at all; ill always call my bf right when i wake up to tell him ab it LMAO

32. would you ever wanna move outside of youd country?

my immediate response is hell yes get me outta here; but then i remember my teaching license will only work in america soooo i hesitate LMFAO

34. more peanut butter or more jelly?

ya girl is allergic to nuts soooo jelly JJDKSJJD

36. Answered:)

38. What do you want your wedding colors to be?

UMMMMMM it depends on the season IM ANNOYING DJDJDJDJ but i wanna get married in the summer so maybe (im basic ik)

also ik yall didnt ask but its my dream to design my own wedding dress

40. Answered already:)

42. Answered uwu

44. do u like it when you’re awakened by birds chirping?

uhh im a heavy ass sleeper so those bird bitches never wake me up lmaooo but it sounds nice JJDSKJSJD

46. how many people do you follow?

270 AJDLAJSJDJ i just like followin a lot of ppl i see:)

48. how many drafts do you have?

18 looooool

50. even or odd numbers?

my bday is an even number so even:)

#this bitch was long!#alli answers #alice bb 😻#alli’s 200 event #about alli #mootie patootie

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mybbyacademia · 5 years

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By The Candle Light

A/N: hello! this is my first fic on here…i hope you enjoy! feel free to send requests!

word count: 1670

warnings: swearing uwu

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“Where are all the matches?” you grumbled, looking through the drawers in the kitchen. Your little sister had walked all the way to the UA dorms earlier that evening to drop you off a candle she had found in a little shop that she thought you’d like. The sweet gesture reminded you how much you missed living at home and getting to see your family every night. To rid yourself of being homesick, you decided to light the pine candle you received, but now you were unable to find the matches that had been sitting in the kitchen drawer days earlier. Not wanting to give up, you decided to venture into the boys’ side of the dorms to ask a certain blonde if they could help you as a last resort. You gently knocked on Bakugou’s door, and a few moments later his sleepy red eyes peeked out from behind the wood.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Oi, why are you still awake? It’s nine o’clock for God’s sake.”

“Tch…Bakugou I hate to break it to you, but nine o’clock is not that late. You go to sleep too early,” you said with a smile, but a look of guilt flashed in your eyes as you quickly nodded your head in apology. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to wake you up. I’m going to just head back to my room. See you tomorr-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted. “Hurry up and tell me what you need.”

You looked down at the green candle in your hand and held it out towards the boy.

“Could you please light this? We ran out of matches.”

He scoffs before hovering his hand over the wick of the candle and sent a light spark from his hand. The candle began to glow as the wax melted, the smell of pine trees filling the hallway.

“Thanks!” you said cheerily, turning around to head back to your room. “I’ll see you tomorrow! Goodnight!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Bakugou grumbled before shutting his door closed.

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Every night since then, you had ventured to Bakugou’s room to ask him the same favor. He always made an irritated remark about ‘why can’t you just go buy more matches, baka’ before eventually lighting the candle.You kept meaning to run to the store, but training and school work had taken up most of your time these past few days. To be honest, you didn’t mind being in Bakugou’s company for the few moments you went to his room each night. In fact, you looked forward to it. However, you did begin to feel bad about asking him to use his quirk so much for such an unimportant task…you didn’t blame him if he was sick of it. Because of this, you decided not to bother Bakugou to light your candle tonight, instead choosing to go to bed early. You were drained from the hard training at school today, and also from the hours you had just spent finishing your homework. Right as you turned off the light and wrapped yourself up in your blankets, you heard a heavy knock on your door. Confused, you quickly shuffled over to the door, creaking it open to see who your visitor was. You widen your eyes as you were met with spiked blonde hair and its owner’s scowl.

“Oi, where’s your candle Y/N. I’ve been trying to wait to go to bed until you came by,” he said, hands in his black sweatpant’s pockets.

“Ah I’m sorry! I felt bad bugging you about it,” you nervously laughed while scratching the back of your neck.

Bakugou stayed silent for a second, his rough expression never changing. Scanning your body, he noticed your fluffy pajama pants and the throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders. He looked at you in the eyes, this time with a smirk.

“Didn’t you say I go to bed too early?”

You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders. “We had a hard day of training today…I just thought I’d get some extra sleep.”

Bakugo nodded, diverting his eyes from yours, instead settling on the floor in the hallway.

“Well..” he awkwardly mumbled, but you quickly interjected.

“Since you’re here, would you mind lighting my candle? Maybe I’ll stay up and read for a little bit before I go to bed.”

He looked back up at you, his gaze softening for a second before regaining its tough expression.

“Tch whatever. Let’s get this over with,” he said with an irritated voice, but the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks betrayed his act.

You snickered quietly while opening your door wider to allow him inside your small dorm. He walked in slowly, taking in the cozy space as you turned on the lights and walked over to your desk in the corner where your candle resided.

“Here you go,” you gently said, handing him the gift your sister had given you. With a blush still on his cheeks, he carefully grabbed the object from your hand and placed his open palm over the wick. However, right as he was preparing to send out a spark, he felt you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek along with a quiet, “Thank you…Katsuki.”

His face flamed a bright red, and the sound of shattered glass resonated throughout the room as a very large “spark” exploded from poor Bakugou’s hands.

“OH MY…,” you jumped back quickly, the remains of the candle littering the carpet which had begun to catch fire.

“W-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” the blonde boy shouted, his cheeks still flaming.

“I’m s-sorry! I just wanted to thank you!”

“Well next time don’t scare the shit out of me like that, baka!”

“HOW DID I SCARE YOU?”

“YOU KISSED…”

“Is everything alright in here–OH MY GOODNESS!” Kirishima shouted. He had heard the two of you screaming at each other from across the dorms and came to check if you were alright. However, he did not expect to see your room on fire.

“How about you guys stop arguing and PUT THE FIRE OUT!”

You and Bakugou looked at each other, cheeks pink, slowly realizing the weight of your predicament.

“My room is on FIRE!” you scream, while Bakugou started scrambling around, frantically running out of your dorm towards the kitchen.

“Out of my way, damn it! I need water!” you and Kirishima heard Bakugou yell from across the building. More of your classmates have started to gather around your room, and upon seeing the small patch of flames in the middle of your area, started panicking as well. Ilda rushed to his phone, dialed Aizawa sensei’s number, and yelled at him to quickly make his way over to the dorms. At that moment Bakugou rushed into the room with a bucket of water. But, before he could dump it on the flames, the fire alarm went off. The sprinklers on the ceiling of your room started spraying water, taking out the fire, but also drenching you and your classmates.

—

Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, an irritated expression evident on his face.

“I don’t know what to say to you two,” he grumbled.

You and Bakugou sat on the couch in the main area of the building, soaking wet, avoiding eye contact with each other and your teacher who stood in front of you.

After a brief moment of silence, Aizawa shook his head. “Y/N, you’re going to have to find someplace in the dorms to sleep while maintenance fixes the floor in your room. Also, both of you are on garbage duty for at least a week…maybe more if you guys keep acting like little kids.”

Bakugo grunted in agreement, and you quickly nodded your head. Aizawa turned on his heels towards the door, palm on his forehead in disbelief at the stupid stuff his students were doing these days.The front door shut, and you and Bakugou sat there on the couch quietly for a few seconds until he sighed and slowly stood up.

“Let’s go Y/N.”

“Huh? Where?”

“To my damn room. I have some extra blankets and a pillow.”

You sat there in shock, Bakugou’s face turned away from you so you couldn’t read his expression.

“O-Okay, thanks,” you said softly.

Bakugo quickly guided you to his room, setting up an area on the floor for one of you to sleep on. “I’ll take the fl-…”

“I already called the floor. You stay on the bed,” he replied curtly.

“That’s not fair for you though. This whole thing is all my fault. I’m so sorry I kept asking you for help each night–You probably got so annoyed…”

“I don’t give two shits about that. The floor’s just more comfortable, that’s it.”

The angry blonde boy gave you one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants so you could change out of your own wet clothing. Dressing in his closet, you couldn’t help but feel so embarrassed about the events from the night. You didn’t think he’d freak out from a kiss on the cheek! You thought that you two were at least friends, but now you were questioning whether or not he liked you in return. Pushing those thoughts aside, you walked back out into his room, his face once again turning red seeing you in his clothes. You awkwardly shuffled over to his bed, avoiding eye contact with Bakugou, still feeling extremely awkward. As you tucked yourself in, you heard Bakugou walk over to the front of the room, the light turning off. He then returned back to the floor next to where you were sleeping. The dorm was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly you felt a kiss placed on your cheek, your body freezing.

“Goodnight idiot,” Bakugou whispered in a soft voice, before laying down on the floor.

Your cheeks flushed, your heart beating rapidly. And as you laid in the darkness, Bakugou’s soft snores lulled you to sleep.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero x reader #thanks for reading!

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cowboyviolence · 5 years

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Hewwo! I wouwd wike to wequest 3, 14, 15, 17 of Pox, and 19 of aww youw favowites/whoever you wanna tawk about >:3

I will forgive you for using UwU speech just this once. (This one is long so its under the readmore)

3. How did you choose their name? >:3 you're tricky. You at least partly know the answer. His full name is Pollux, and he and his brother were named after the Gemini twins. It originally was related to a storyline that got scrapped but the name stuck over the years.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

1. He’s selfish- Most of the things he does is for his own gain. It would be (usually) out of character for him to help a stranger, and he definitely would take advantage of someone for his own gain.

2. ...HOWEVER he loves his family. (“Family” being primarily Shiloh and then expanding to other characters later on). And while he pretends to not care sometimes he absolutely does, and it is completely in character for him to do something selfless for them. Though that’s rare, he’s still a jackass15. What is something about your OC that can make you laugh? He wears that stupid suit everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Outside in a 100 degree desert. To bed. He bathes in the damn thing. What a jackass. (The only time he dosent wear it is when hes wearing armor)17 . Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Hm, guess I would make his plotline mesh more with the main storyline. It’s sort of it’s own thing that exists inside of the larger story and dosen’t always connect in the most elegant of ways, but is ultimately important so its hard to change it.19. What is your favorite fact about your OC? I uh... did the main 16 Riff: He loves music and plays a lot of different instruments! He also loves to sing! Is super proud of his heritage and sings a lot of Irish folk tunes. Tangent: He loves plants! He spends a lot of his free time figuring out how to grow flowers in the gulch while he’s there. Also he just fuckin loves his girlfriendBacktrack: sweet...boy… he’s just. Full of love for his friends! I love how protective he is of them V: HE’S A GOOD DAD. He’d do anything to protect his kid(s)!Felix: He’s so fucking dumb. And yet somehow managed to get into one of the top military operations in the universe through sheer dumbass willpower. Also he has lazer rollerblades Kirby: He’s like, an actual conspiracy theorist but no one knows because all the other characters are batshit and he seems normal in comparison Rally: The fact that he has a cowboy aesthetic for no real reason other than he wants to. He’s not even from Texas. The accent is fake!Ellie: She’s primarily a pacifist, but occasionally meets someone who pisses her off SO MUCH that she makes an exception. There’s like 3 specific men who shes like “These people deserve to be in hell and I’m gonna put them there myself.” Cobalt: He’s been through so much and yet still keeps going. He’s one determined motherfuker. Mz. Natalie: She’s really good at interacting with people. She has to deal with a bunch of weird jackasses everyday but takes the time to get to know them and their individual quirks Cherrybomb: She’s the greatest fighter of her generation, and she got there by working her ass off. Despite being put on a pedestal she’s still kind to everyone she meets (who isnt an ass)Weiss: He essentially function as the “straight man” character and judges everyone else, but he’s actually super weird himself. I mean, he dresses like a cowboy twink, c’mon. Spade: She’s so smart and knows so many random things. She’s sort of a jack-of-all trades and seems to have done everything. Been in a circus? check. Been a ballerina? Check. Been a spy? yep! Chess: She genuinely really, really cares about other people. She may seem scary since she’s big and loud and could probably kill you with one punch, but she’s extremely loyal to her family and friends and would probably die for them Shiloh: Despite being a medic, this man has absolutely no medical training of any kind. He just likes to read a lot. Pox: He’s always wearing a top hat, its just invisible so you can't see it.

#ocs #ejr

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feel199x · 5 years

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☆・゜☆゜・stardust, paint, and ambition・゜☆゜・．☆

painter! hwang hyunjin, college!au

a/n: introducing the muse series!! bc im a dummie with Too Many Ideas!! masterlist btw this is the song that is mentioned

warnings: pinch of angst

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College had been kicking your ass recently, which is why you had been in a cafe for the past eight hours. You had gotten there when they opened, and since then, you had eleven cups of coffee. After that, they just gave you free refills. Finals were coming up, and you absolutely could not afford to fail. You had worked hard all semester, pulling countless all-nighters and pushing yourself until you could push no more. You thought that when you graduated high school, that would be it- you could relax a bit. You had gotten in, gotten a scholarship, so that was it, right? Wrong. In order to maintain your scholarship, you had to maintain above a B average. So, here you were, doing your best- which at this point wasn’t even really your best anymore. So when you thought a super attractive boy was staring into your soul, you assumed you were hallucinating from the caffeine. It wasn’t until you got up to use the bathroom, and his eyes shot up from a pad he was holding, that you confirmed that it wasn’t a hallucination. While you were in the restroom, you tried planning how you were going to ask him about it. As cute as he was, it was still weird to stare at someone. You were especially embarrassed about it because at some point you nearly started crying over a ten-page essay.

So when you got out, you just sat back down. And stared back. Okay, maybe this was weird. But he was the one staring first, and you weren’t one to confront others. Instead of looking away though, he just turned over to a blank page. And for less than a moment, you saw what he was working on. You.

“Alright, buddy, what’s your deal?”

He smiled, putting the pad down on the table, and laying his chin on his hands, cutely, you might add. “It’s not every day you see someone like this.”

“Like what?”

“Someone beautiful in a raw state of emotion.”

You might’ve said something back, but you were incredibly flustered. You knew he had to be an art major though because no other major would talk that way. Or draw people at 6 pm in a cafe, on a Saturday.

“So can I?” he spoke again, voice smooth like silk, “Can I draw you?”

You stopped typing, mostly out of surprise because you expected that to be the last of your interactions. “I mean,” your words came out choppy and nervous, “I guess. If you want to. It’s a public place. Do what you want to.”

“Okay, then can you turn around for me? It won’t hurt for you to take a break.”

You looked nervously at your laptop, looking at the only half done essay. You hadn’t even taken any breaks these past few hours, other than going to the bathroom or more coffee refills. It wasn’t due today, and you didn’t have your first finals until Tuesday. But you couldn’t take a break, you had grades to upkeep. And to you, that meant everything, even if you had to push yourself until you could no longer push. Not that it ever ended well.

“I can’t take a break, sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have things to do. I need to maintain my grades.”

He was quiet for a minute, tapping his pencil against his cheek as he kept staring at you. “You’ve had fifteen cups of coffee since I’ve been here, don’t take a break for me.” He winked. “Take a break for yourself.” You set a timer on your phone, finally closing your laptop. Your eyes were watery from staring at blue light for so long. “Thirty minutes,” you said, “And then you have to go back to staring at me.”

“Deal.”

You pulled up a chair from across from him, unsure of what you had agreed to. You put your chin into your hands, cupping your face the same way you had. It might’ve been risky to tease him since he could’ve just completely botched your portrait. But instead, he just smiled again.

“You’re cute.”

“Just draw the picture.”

“My name is Hyunjin, by the way.”

“____.”

“Such a pretty name, it suits you.”

“Do you flirt with everyone you draw?”

“No, just you.”

You tried peering over the sketchpad, trying to take a look at what he was drawing. “No peeking!”

“Do you usually go around drawing people in cafes?”

“No, there’s something special about you. The stars, they aligned for us to meet.”

“Are all art majors this sappy.”

“Oh, absolutely. And I’m the worst of the worst.”

You laughed, it felt good to take a break and be able to talk to someone instead of staring at a screen where you’ve typed ‘furthermore’ more times than reasonable. The conversation continued, and you had completely forgotten about the timer you had set. You jumped when it rang, warning you that your time was up. Hyunjin wasn’t at all surprised though, putting his pencil down.

“Can I see your phone?”

“Why?”

“Don’t you want to see how it’ll turn out?”

You gave him your phone, and he handed you his. After exchanging numbers, he bid you adieu, wishing you the best on your essay.

When you got back to your dorm, you kept catching yourself drifting back to the boy from the cafe. It wasn’t particularly distracting, you finished everything you needed to and more. But it was annoying. Many people, including your family, warned you that life would pass you by if all you did was study. But your academic studies were all you knew, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud. Dealing with people, even though you knew you had to do it in your workplace, was difficult. If given the chance, you would choose to be alone or with a few close friends. It wasn’t that you looked down on people who were friendly and outspoken, it was just something you didn’t know how to do. You laid in bed, suddenly regretting all those dances and proms you skipped, all those home games you refused to go to. You were digging yourself a deep hole of regret until your phone beeped.

jinnie: hello hello my muse

If you could uwu out loud, then you would have. You didn’t look back at the contact name once he put it in, you didn’t think he would’ve texted you again. That type of thing had happened before, well, not this exactly. But teasing, making fun of you. Throughout your high school career, many boys had asked you out as a joke. And you fell for it every time. You always had the mentality that one of these times it had to be real right? Surely, people wouldn’t keep lying to you? But they could, and they would. So once college started, you were determined not to fall into that trap again. But this boy was sure making it real hard.

you: muse?

jinnie: yes, my one and only

jinnie: has sent you a picture

Your heart felt warm as you saw the picture. But instead of just being a sketch, it was a full blown watercolor painting. You never thought of yourself as conventionally attractive, but seeing the way Hyunjin had painted you really made you feel admired. You felt like, well, a muse as Hyunjin put it. But you were wary, nothing but cautious. The painting was beautiful though, you couldn’t deny it

you: you’re a good painter, a really good painter

you: you made me look so nice, thank you!

jinnie: i had to do my muse justice

jinnie: you studying at the same cafe tomorrow? let’s meet up!

you: sure, but i have to study

jinnie: no promises, i’ll be there at eight

You spent most of the night talking about nonsense, and you felt reassured. Hyunjin never made fun of you, or did anything that alluded to the conversation being a joke. It was a lot easier to talk to him, and he carried most of the conversation, the only stress being responding to him. You were glad you didn’t have a roommate because the number of times you burst out laughing and giggling was way too much. It felt good to take a break, even though at the time you didn’t really think of it that way. It wasn’t until your alarm rang that you realized that time had flown by.

you: i didn’t realize we spent all this time talking

you: its already seven

jinnie: oh shit you’re right

jinnie: meet you there !

Suddenly, you became very nervous. It wasn’t every day that an absurdly attractive guy asked to hang out with you. Especially when that same guy knew the importance of grades to you. So, with no promises of actual conversation, what did he have to gain? Nothing, except time with you. It felt weird, out of place, and suddenly you were all cautious again. You dressed a little nicer than normal, not wanting to be in sweats again but not wanting to look like you tried too hard. Even though you most definitely were. Before you knew it, you were flinging yourself out the door, already late. But when you arrived at the cafe, your heart dropped to your stomach when you scanned the tables, and saw that he wasn’t there. Another hour passed, and your hands were flying over your laptop keyboard. This had happened before, and you knew there was no chance that someone like him would be interested in someone like you. And you were fine with that, if someone could play with someone like that- then why would you want to be with them? You were just mad that you had fallen for it, time and time again.

“Sorry I’m late.”

You looked up at him, unsure if you should’ve been mad or not. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Oh please, did you actually think I wouldn’t come to meet my muse? Plus, we have a portrait due as a final grade.”

You couldn’t help but smile, retaking notes from a previous lecture so you could revise. “Okay,” you said, “But if you’re late again, I’ll never let you paint me again.”

He gasped, clutching his shirt. “There would be no greater punishment.”

After a bit of working together in silence, Hyunjin put his sketchpad down to stare at you again. “Hey, could you put your laptop down for a bit?” You obliged, completely and utterly confused at his request. He put his chin in his hands again, cupping his face as his fingers tapped his cheeks and you copied him. Sure, Hyunjin was cute, but as he looked intently at you, studying your face for his portrait, you realized that he was so much more than that. He could be a model if he wanted to, but instead chose to make people feel beautiful. As he continued studying to your face, you could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. He had no business being this good of a person. “You’re so cute like this,” he murmured, “I have to take a picture.” You had no time to react as he pulled out his phone and heard the phone imitate a camera shutter. “Hey! Delete that! I probably look super gross!”

“No way! I need this picture, I finally know what I’m going to paint!”

“That’s so unfair!” You slumped in your chair, whining, “You know how much grades matter to me,”

“I’m just good at arguing.”

“Then become a law major.”

“I don’t feel like selling my soul, sorry.”

Hyunjin let you study in peace for a while but told you stories about his adventures in art class while you studied. After that though, he became restless, distracting you by winking and shamelessly flirting with you.

“Hey, hey, ___!”

You sighed, closing your notebook. “Yes, Jinnie?”

Hyunjin stopped, mouth agape and then quickly shut it as he gave a ridiculously big, sweet smile. “Say it again.”

“....Jinnie?”

Hyunjin’s hands flew over the table, pinching your cheeks and stretching them out. “You have no reason to hide all this cuteness from the world.” His hands dropped back on the table. “Let’s go for a walk. I’m bored.” You shrugged, putting your stuff back into your back. “Sure, where do you want to go?” He looked surprised, but eager. Grabbing your hand, he messily shoved his sketchbook into his bag and nearly running out of the cafe. As the both of you walked up an annoyingly steep hill, you realized that the view of the city was to die for.

You both sat on the grass, over a cliff that overlooked the city. As the sunset, you understood why Hyunjin was a visual arts major. With a world as beautiful as this, a constant, ever-changing world like this, you were ashamed that you took no time to appreciate it.

“You need to stop and smell the roses, ___.”

“Can you help me?”

“Anything for my muse.”

The day after finals, you were absolutely exhausted. But even so, Hyunjin made you come out of your room. You didn’t care how you looked, you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep. But Hyunjin brought you along to a diner, insisting that a good burger and milkshake would make you feel better. It didn’t, what made you better what spending time with an over-energetic Hyunjin.

Every night, for about eight months now, Hyunjin had kept on his promise. Even if it was just sneaking into your door room to have a spontaneous dance party (which he was weirdly good at) or just lay on your lap, giving you attention as you studied. There was one night where you had pushed yourself too far and got unreasonably upset at a grade. You knew it wasn’t a rational reason to be upset, but you cried anyway. But Hyunjin, being the angel he was, played your song on the record player he had gotten you for your birthday. At four in the morning, the two of you were slow dancing as you pressed your tear-stained against his chest, swaying to the song. It was that night, after spending all your free time with Hyunjin, and you mean all your free time. Hyunjin would wait outside your lecture hall to hang out, even sneaking into some of your classes. In return, you sat with him in some of his classes but ended falling asleep on his shoulder as his professor talked about baroque architecture. After all this time, you realized you were in love with him. Hopelessly and utterly in love with him. He made you better and you made him better. He helped you take breaks, and you helped him with paying attention to his non-art related classes.

It was the night of the gallery walk, and Hyunjin had his own little corner with all his work displayed. You had come with a bouquet of flowers, all of which he had painted at some points. But when you got there, you’d never felt more admired or in admiration. All this time, all his works contained you in some shape or form. Hyunjin was more than a painter, his painting looked like photographs. What brought tears over to your eyes was the painting of a picture he had taken a while back. You knew then, more than ever, that you needed to confess.

“Do you like them?” Hyunjin was dressed in a classic suit and tie, standing next to you.

“You make me look nicer than I actually am.”

“Nah, you’re made of stardust and ambition. You’re art, raw and unadulterated.”

“I told you to stop dropping lines from your poetry class.” You handed him the bouquet of flowers. Your hands were sweating, you knew today was the perfect chance to confess but you were shaking like an overworked washing machine.

“Jinnie.”

“Don’t call me that, I have to look like a professional artist and I can’t do that if I’m swooning over you.”

You pointed your feet towards him, grabbing onto his shoulders with shaky hands and made him look at you.

“Hyunjin.”

“Yes, my muse.”

Your voice was wavering, heart anxious to break out of your chest. “I’m,” your voice faltered, stuttering until you pushed the words out, “I’m in love with you, okay that’s a bit forward, but it’s okay if you don-”

Hyunjin cupped your face, pecking your lips. “I fell in love a while ago.” He winked, still cupping your face. “I’ll give you a more worthy kiss after the gallery walk, my muse.”

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