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In Melius

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

7.5k words, 17 pages; Mild TW/CW for a panic attack/flashback, but it's honestly super mild. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a very festive Diebus Deam to everyone. This is the last true 'story' to come from my RGB series, and I think I'm alright with that. Far from the last story I'll be writing about these characters, but it does feel odd to be ending this set. Did you guys know I posted part one, Praeterita, over two years ago? It's honestly a bit crazy to me to see how much better my writing has become in just that time. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the festive family fluff and fun. I had a lot of fun writing it.

As requested, Thim's character sheet

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The snow continued to fall, and Aeno shivered. He’d never suffered the cold well. Shula was even worse than him about it, though she had the excuse of growing up in a desert. Aeno was just simply weak to it, his nature oppositional to snow and ice.

“Cold?” A voice asked from behind him, and Aeno didn’t have to look to know it was Thim. His husband draped a heavy traveling cloak over Aeno’s shoulders and smiled at him.

Aeno looked down into the courtyard below.

“I could feel you shivering out here.” Thim continued, fond amusement over laying concern. “Why didn’t you grab your cloak?”

Shrugging, Aeno cupped his palms over his mouth to hide his smile. The cloak was Thim’s best, pale silvery-blue and warm around his shoulders. Truthfully, Aeno had forgotten to grab his own cloak, too focused on his destination to remember the weather, but it was a nice treat to be given Thim’s to wear instead. He couldn’t say he was missing his own.

Sword clanged against shield in the courtyard below them, drawing both their attention. “They’ve grown so much.” Aeno commented as they watched Ashlee and Alburn spar. Lee jabbed at her brother with her spear, but Alburn raised his shield in time to deflect the blow. “It seems like only yesterday that the twins were poking at them in their cribs.”

Thim hummed, and their pride intermingled, “Anchieta and Adonis would nearly be knights by now if they’d followed our path. I’m already considering letting Adonis take on some of the responsibilities for the keep. He’s got the head for it.”

“I know.” Aeno sighed. “I’m considering the same for Anchieta. Soon we’ll only be Lords in name, and only see our eldest children for holidays.”

Below, Auburn fell on his back and Lee tapped the tip of her training spear against his chest before helping him up. Thim snorted and bumped his shoulder against Aeno’s. “The birds will have to leave the nest at some point.” He said, as if Aeno couldn’t feel the vein of shared dread that ran between them at the thought. “We still have a few more years though. No need to start worrying yet.”

Aeno looked up to see Thim already looking at him. His husband’s brow was pinched, too many colors and emotions melding together to see any clearly. Aeno pressed their shoulders together. “True.” He said, wistfulness for the days when their eldests had still been young coloring his tone. “And Abbie and Ari are still young. It’ll be a while yet before they’re ready to be on their own.”

“Those two are going to start bouncing off the walls soon.” Thim said with a snort. “Diebus Deam cannot come quickly enough for them.”

The sound of laughter rose up from the courtyard, and they looked down to see Alburn helping Lee up off the ground this time. Lee was almost a year older than Alburn, but they seemed to trade off who won their matches easily. Aeno was just glad they had yet to turn too competitive against each other, as happy to help each other grow as they were to fight against each other.

“They aren’t the only ones.” Aeno commented. “I caught Alburn poking around my office the other day. I’m not sure if he was looking for presents, or for something else, but the timing makes me nearly certain it was connected to the upcoming holiday.”

Thim laughed, his shoulder shaking against Aeno’s. “I hope he wasn’t snooping for presents. We must have taught him better strategic thinking than that. Or the twins must have by now.” Aeno hummed, not voicing his thoughts on the latest chess game he’d witnessed between Alburn and Lee. His son was far from dumb, but he lacked an interest in strategy to match his swordplay skills.

“Oh, huh.” Thim’s gaze became far off, his eyes turning a pretty light blue-purple color Aeno associated with deep thought. “You know, I came back to my office the other day to find some of my things in the wrong places. Nothing too concerning, and not so badly as to make it look ransacked, but… someone had definitely been there while I was away. I wonder if it was Alburn. Or Lee, they very well could be working together.”

Aeno smiled, the beginnings of an idea forming in his mind. “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.”

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The forests surrounding the family home were perfect for gathering bonfire wood; dense, old, and very familiar to Aeno, who had started wandering them about the same time he learned to walk. Technically, as Adonis had reminded Aeno many times in the last hour, they could leave the gathering to the servants and stay inside until the fire. There wasn’t much snow on the ground yet (The younger children had been voicing complaints; Aeno had yet to tell them that there was a snowstorm expected in the next few days), but it was bitingly cold. Aeno had been sure to bundle the children warmly before going out, and Thim had done the same for him. Regardless of the weather though, Diebus Ignis wouldn’t feel right without a frosty trek in the woods to search for somewhat dry wood.

Ignis had been a favorite among him and his siblings as children, for rather self-explanatory reasons. Even after the novelty of the nearness to their last name had worn off, fires were a favorite in their household. Thim still liked to tease Aeno for his habit of staring into fireplaces. The same seemed to have held true for Aeno’s own children, only Anchieta and Adonis offering any complaints about the activities of the day.

“Hey, Dad.” Adonis’ voice drew Aeno out of his thoughts, his son’s gaze forward with a small frown. “I think someone’s arguing up ahead. At least three people are frustrated.”

Aeno sighed. “It’s probably Adalynn, Alburn, and Ari. I told them they should discuss who is going to light the bonfire tonight. Your Papa must not be back yet, or else he’d have sorted them.”

Resigned, Aeno glanced behind him and the sleigh carrying the firewood. It should be brought to their little collection spot so Anchieta and Lee could build the fire as they liked before Aeno dealt with the argument. But, he didn’t want to just leave his kids to it either. If they were still at it then they weren’t going to find a solution by themselves.

“Here.” Aeno handed the sleigh’s handle to Adonis. “You take this the rest of the way to your sisters, I’ll deal with these three.”

Adonis snorted, eyes the same murky yellow they’d been all afternoon. “You aren’t really going to let Ari light the fire are you? I know she’s improved a lot, but she’s still only nine. Alburn nearly burned the house down at that age.”

Aeno just shrugged. Ari had shown much more control so far than Alburn had at the same age. Alburn had been, and still was, a rather emotional child. His laughter and tears both came frighteningly easy, a trait Aeno was sure came from Thim, and it made it difficult for him to control his flames. Meanwhile, Ari was rather calm and serene for a child of her age. Aeno wasn’t sure who she got it from, but Aeno thanked the goddesses everyday for blessing his youngest with a level-headedness missing from many of his children.

“ – to light the fire last year, so it’s my turn this time.” Alburn’s voice reached Aeno’s ears and he caught sight of the three of them. Adalynn, Alburn, and Ariana, just as he predicted. Alburn and Adalynn stood facing each other, arms folded. Ari was sitting on a stump beside them, chin in her hands and pouting.

“Yeah, but you’ve done it for years before that. You should let someone else have a turn.” Adalynn rebutted, not noticing Aeno’s approach. Aeno bypassed them and knelt down next to Ari, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey there, Sweetie.” Aeno smiled at his youngest. “What happened? You look upset.” Ari shrugged glumly, her round orange eyes turning to Aeno. “Did the other two shout at you?”

Ari slowly shook her head. “No, they didn’t shout. But they said I couldn’t light the fire because I’m too young and I’ll burn the forest down. I tried to say that my control is really good, because you and Mom and Papa have all said so, but they wouldn’t listen and just started arguing with each other instead.”

Aeno hummed, taking that in. Altogether, he was honestly impressed it hadn’t devolved into a shouting match yet. Perhaps they could have been nicer, but neither of them would have been allowed to light the fire at nine, so they had most likely assumed the same would be true of Ari. But this would keep happening every year, now that Ari was a part of the discussion too. Alburn and Adalynn had been left to decide for themselves last year, which had worked out well enough, but they would most likely continue to ignore Ari in years to come, perpetually viewing her as the baby.

“So.” Aeno stood, projecting his voice just enough to get the attention of his still arguing children. “I was planning on allowing you three to decide who is going to light the fire tonight among yourselves, but it seems you're having some trouble with it. And I’d meant for you to include Ari in this, she’s shown impressive ability with her magic and is perfectly capable of safely lighting the fire.”

“Wha – but I wasn’t allowed to light it until I was twelve!” Alburn exclaimed, his expression crossing from annoyed into upset. “And then Ada did it last year, even though she was only eleven. It should be my turn this year!”

“And Ari’s control of her fire has been much more impressive than either of yours at the same age.” Aeno said, trying to keep his voice as even and diplomatic as possible. It figured that Alburn would only become defensive the moment Aeno joined the conversation. “But I’m not saying you can’t light the fire tonight. I thought of a different way of doing it that I think you should all consider.”

Alburn stayed quiet, just frowning at Aeno, but Adalynn tilted her head slightly and said, “Something different? Like what?”

Ariana had finally perked up and decided to join the conversation, walking over and standing beside Alburn. The two knocked elbows, and Aeno noticed Alburn’s frown shift as he glanced down at his youngest sister. Aeno didn’t have the empathy abilities of his husband, but he thought there was some guilt in Alburn’s expression. He’d have to talk to Alburn about apologizing later.

“You could all light it together, instead of having to trade off who does it every year. You can each pick out a stick from the firewood that will burn well, and light that before putting it back it the fire.” Aeno scanned his children’s faces to see what they thought. Ari had significantly brightened, clearly enamored with the idea of helping and not fighting with her siblings. Adalynn also seemed pleased. Aeno was pretty sure she hadn’t really thought she would win an argument against her brother. “What do you think?”

Ari and Adalynn both nodded, with varying levels of enthusiasm, but Alburn stayed quiet for a moment. His eyebrows were furrowed and his gaze was directed at the carpet of dead leaves at their feet. When he looked back up at Aeno, he nodded as well. “That sounds alright.”

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“Is it fair, you think,” Shula began with a smile on her lips, “that it’s just Thim out there with the kids?”

Aeno looked out the window they were both sitting at, cups in hand, and shrugged. Outside, he could see Thim and the children building snow forts in preparation for the oncoming battle. It had snowed heavily last night, leaving a couple feet of freshly fallen snow to play with, on Diebus Aquam no less.

Needless to say, the children had been ecstatic.

Abbie and Ari’s excitement this morning had woken up most of the house. Whoever had not been awake surely didn’t stay sleeping after Alburn awoke and began insisting, at the top of his lungs, that a snowball fight was immediately necessary. Shula and Thim had talked him down to waiting for breakfast first, but after that he practically flew outside with the youngest girls on his heels. Thim had wondered aloud if Alburn gained a new ability without any of them noticing.

Now, it was Alburn, Abbie, Ari, Adalynn, Lee, and Thim outside. Anchieta and Adonis had both insisted that it was too cold and they were too old to be participating in a snowball fight. Aeno imagined they had found a quieter activity to enjoy in the library. Alburn seemed to have teamed up with Ari and Abbie immediately when they all went outside together, leaving Adalynn, Lee, and Thim together on a team.

“To who?” Aeno asked his wife. “Thim or the kids?”

Shula snorted, and then hummed like she was actually considering the question. The act did not, of course, fool Aeno, who could feel the way her amusement sparkled like laughter. “Well, on one hand, we have left our husband to fend for himself against five of our children, which is what this snow fight has become every year without fail. On the other hand, Thim is the Lord Commander and leader of the King’s armies, so surely he can outsmart the kids.”

Aeno smiled into his cup. The snow forts had been slowly growing as they spoke. “That almost works, until they – Oh, they’re starting.” Aeno watched with rapt attention as the first volleys of snowballs were thrown, infected by Thim’s excitement. From what Aeno could see, each team had built a three-wall snowfort in the yard. Alburn and the younger girls had given theirs’ windows which they were trying to throw snowballs through, but they couldn’t throw them far enough to reach the other team. Thim’s team were peeking out of their snow fort with each throw (it reminded Aeno of gophers), though most of their snowballs were just thudding against the walls of Alburn’s fort.

“I wonder how long Alburn and the girls’ fort will hold up against that assault.” Aeno commented, and Shula hummed in agreement. The pieces of wall around the windows they had built seemed poorly supported, and Aeno swore he’d been seeing plenty of snowballs hitting the upper parts of the wall.

“I wouldn’t put it past Thim to be aiming to topple it. It’s too bad Alburn’s creativity is backfiring though. Where do you think he got that idea?”

Aeno glanced over his son’s snow fort. It did remind him of something, in a vague sense. Maybe, if he squinted, it looked like – “The castle battlements, probably. We have windows like that in the outer walls for archers during a siege. Seems like he’s starting to take those strategy lessons seriously, which is encouraging.”

“Always thinking about work.” Shula said with a sigh. “It is a holiday, you know. You could stand to relax for a little bit. How about we all have some fun as – Oh~ what’s going on over there.”

Shula pointed out the window, and Aeno followed her gaze. After a moment, he spotted what she meant. At the outskirts of the yard, it seemed Abbie had approached Adalynn. They were too far for Aeno or Shula to see them in any detail, but they seemed to be looking at each other and no snowballs had been thrown as far as Aeno could tell. Aeno could practically see the pouty, begging face Abbie was sure to be using against Adalynn. After about a minute of them talking, Adalynn followed Abbie to Alburn’s snow fort.

“Seems we have our first turncoat. How long do you think it’ll take Thim to notice?” Aeno asked, and then chuckled as a feeling like a sigh of exasperation burst in their shared mind-space. “That didn’t take long.”

“Poor Thim.” Shula said, trying to sound solemn through the grin pulling at her mouth. “This happens to him every year, and yet he continues to hope. It’s admirable of him, and yet it sets him up for disappointment every time.”

Aeno smiled. “Indeed.”

The snowball fight continued, with Thim and Lee still pelting Alburn’s fort with snowballs. Their fire rate had slowed significantly though, with enough time between volleys that Aeno suspected they’d run out of prepared snowballs and were now having to make more. Aeno reckoned that Adalynn, their weakest thrower, had been sent to gather more snow and use it to make more snowballs. Alburn’s team was throwing a bit faster than Thim’s, but not by much. It was probably because someone had told the team about their front wall’s weakness, and the windows were being filled with snow. Aeno wasn’t sure if it wouldn’t be too late, but it was probably worth trying either way.

“Anyway, as I was saying.” Shula said, and when Aeno glanced at his wife she was already looking at him. “We should do something as a family later. Maybe you could teach us that new card game you mentioned the other day.”

Aeno shrugged. Technically, his original thought had been to play the game with just Thim and Shula, whenever they found a quiet evening to be together. He could probably adjust the rules to include the kids though. “Alright. I believe Thim already knows how to play, so we can teach you and the kids later.”

Shula nodded. “After they come in and warm up.” Aeno saw Shula turn back to the window with the edge of his vision, and they fell into silence again. The volleys really had slowed now, probably as the children lost their energy and motivation. Neither side had made any advances in the time they were talking.

“Do you think Lee will switch sides?” Aeno asked.

“Hmm..” Shula hummed, and Aeno heard her nails click against her cup. “She’s done it before, but maybe squiring has taught her some loyalty. And the fight does seem to be winding down… We could be looking at the first year with a tie.”

“She’s not Thim’s squire though.” Aeno pointed out. “And she knows a losing fight when she sees one. Thim has lost the last two years, so if she thinks she can win by joining Alburn she probably will.”

“Thim’s not only fighting the other team then. He’s fighting to keep Lee on his team.” Shula noted, and Aeno heard her set down her cup on the small table between their chairs. “You know, Thim should try to get Alburn on his team next year. That boy would never leave his side.”

Aeno smiled, remembering the way Alburn had followed Thim around as a toddler. It had been adorable, if slightly disheartening to so clearly be the young boy’s third favorite parent. “You may have a point. I think Alburn’s still disappointed he can’t be Thim’s squire.”

If Shula had been about to say something, it was cut off by the head of light blue hair darting out from behind a snow fort. Too short in both hair length and stature to be Thim, Aeno assumed Lee had been sent on some kind of mission. On the other side of the field, Alburn’s distinctive brown and red hair ran out to try and meet Lee.

“Smart.” Aeno muttered, and Shula hummed in agreement. “They’ve become quite close.”

Thim clearly agreed as snowballs began flying towards Alburn instead of the snow fort, but the boy persisted. He managed to reach Lee without being hit, and his sister refrained from hitting him at close range. Worry and determination flooded from Thim, and his snowballs switched their target back to the snow fort. It was hard to tell, but Aeno thought the snowballs looked bigger now, and Thim’s satisfaction seemed to be growing with each throw and subsequent splat against the weak wall.

Alburn and Lee turned and began walking towards the kids’ snow fort, leaving Thim once again on his own. And, at the same time, the biggest snowball yet flew through the air and landed perfectly against that weak wall, toppling it onto the three kids inside and making it useless to Alburn and Lee.

Even from inside, Aeno could hear the three youngest girls shrieking from the snow suddenly dumped on them. Their flailing could be seen over the remaining walls of their fort, and after they’d all gotten up they began trudging through the snow towards the house. With them out of the fight, it was just Alburn and Lee against Thim.

“Thim may actually win this.” Surprise laced Shula’s tone, which Aeno shared. It had seemed a foregone conclusion that the kids would win, especially once they began switching sides again.

With renewed vigor, Thim began pelting the kids with snow. They were clearly smaller than before, and some so messily made that they fell apart midair, but he was throwing them faster than the kids could together, especially because they had to take more time to dodge attacks.

Distantly, Aeno heard the door open and three sets of small boots stomp inside. Shula stood and said something to the girls, but whatever it was didn’t reach Aeno’s ears.

Outside, the kids had split up. Alburn stayed in the middle of the yard and continued to try to throw snowballs at Thim when he popped up to toss his own at Alburn. He was a clear target. Lee, however, had stopped attacking and was instead making her way towards the back of Thim’s fort along the edge of the yard. Their plan was likely to draw Thim’s attention away to Alburn while Lee prepared a sneak attack from behind, which was a perfectly good strategy for anyone except Thim. Thim, who had taught himself how to ‘see’ where everyone in his range was with his eyes closed when they were still squires. As Aeno understood it, Thim didn’t really think about that particular ability of his often, but it did make the man extremely difficult to sneak up on.

Finally, one of Thim’s snowballs hit its mark and thumped against Alburn’s shoulder. The boy swayed but stayed standing. He didn’t move at all, in fact, except to drop the snow he’d been forming into a ball. Thim once again peeked out from behind his wall, this time ready to throw at Lee, and began visibly scanning the yard when she wasn’t within sight. Aeno couldn’t see her either, likely meaning she was somewhere behind Thim, and Aeno expected the man to turn at any moment and catch her, but he didn’t.

Instead, seemingly out of nowhere from Aeno’s perspective, Lee leaped up and tackled Thim. She must have been holding snowballs in her hands as she did, because Thim’s hair was covered in white before they hit the ground.

Alburn burst out cheering, loud enough that Aeno could hear them from inside the house. The boy ran over to the other two and helped Lee up only to nearly bring them both back down to the ground with the force of his hug. Aeno didn’t need an emotional link with his husband to know he was watching them both with fond amusement as he got up and brushed himself off, but it was nice to feel all the same.

They all stood out there, talking for a moment longer, before finally coming in. As soon as Aeno saw them walking back towards the house he made his own way to the door. Shula and the girls seemed to have already left, probably to warm up in front of the fireplace in the sitting room.

“– been, once again, tackled into the snow by mine own children whom I’ve raised with love, care, and respect.” Thim lamented dramatically as the three tramped into the house. “Betrayed by those I hold dearest in my heart for the sake of victory in a single battle. Aeno, my love,” Thim reached out a hand as an actor on a stage would, “Won’t you comfort me in this time of sorrow?”

Aeno raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up in his chest. “You sound like Master Faux.”

The children began laughing as Thim staggered back, hand to his chest, as if struck. “Alas, forsaken by my husband, the love of my life. Children, you must fetch your mother for me, for only she may comfort me now.”

“She’s in the sitting room with your sisters.” Aeno added. “You two should warm up with them.”

Alburn, bowed deeply to Thim. “As you wish, Papa.”

Lee rolled her eyes but nodded. “See you later Papa, Dad.”

Aeno turned to Thim as they both left, reaching out a hand to feel his cheek. “Shula and I thought you were going to win for a moment there.” He flinched at the cold of Thim’s cheeks and reached out again with both hands, warming them with his magic. Thim hummed and leaned into the touch. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice Lee sneaking up on you.”

Thim shrugged and let his eyes slide shut for a moment. “They were trying very hard. Besides, there’s always next year.”

“You’re so soft on them.” Aeno chuckled and let his hands slide down to rest on Thim’s chest. “You said the same thing last year, and the year before that.”

Thim’s eyes opened again, and they were that warm, bright yellow and pink sunset that still felt like such a reward. “And it’ll still hold true.”

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”How’s my favorite brother?”

Aeno startled at the unexpected voice, and turned from where he was setting up the tree with Thim to see Cyra in the doorway of the sitting room, infant son on her hip and husband lurking behind her.

“Oh, Cy –”

Cyra cut Aeno off with a hand and looked directly at Thim. “No, no, not you. I said my favorite brother.” Aeno rolled his eyes, but stepped aside so Cyra could give Thim a hug. Aeno didn’t fully understand it, but Cyra and Thim seemed to have their own particular connection. Easily the shortest of any of them, Cyra was on the tips of her toes and Thim still needed to stoop low to give her a hug.

“I’ve been well. The King certainly keeps us busy, but not even his Majesty can keep us from our family during the holiday.” Thim said with a smile. “And how have you been? I see Enzo is still growing like a weed.”

Enzo, the infant in question, hid his face at the mention of his name. “He certainly is. We think he’s going to start walking soon, and his father has been frantic in trying to make sure he won’t be able to reach anything dangerous once he can.” Cyra reached out an arm to Aeno as she spoke, and Aeno wrapped his little sister in a side hug. “Other than that, nothing terribly exciting has happened lately.”

Aeno let go and turned back to the tree, circling around it to make sure it was standing up straight before the kids came down and started putting the ornaments up. Aeno and Thim had gone for a walk to pick it out this morning while Shula and some of the kids brought the ornament boxes down. It looked alright to Aeno, perhaps a little bare in a spot, but that was nothing he couldn’t fix.

“I remember that with the twins. Aeno was the same way.” Thim faux-whispered, and Cyra giggled. Aeno carefully grabbed onto the tree and began to turn it in place. “It seemed rather excessive at the time, but honestly, with how many blades we keep in the house it was probably for the best. I’d have rather been a bit over-cautious than let one of the kids cut themselves when they’re too young to know any better.”

Cyra hummed. “Those were the first thing to be put away.”

Aeno huffed, stepped back to look at the tree over again. He remembered that time with the twins too. Perhaps what he remembered most about it was the overwhelming fear he had still been carrying even after the curse had been cleansed for good. Aeno could hardly imagine how they could have managed without Thim, who had known there was something wrong within a month of the twins’ birth. The time it took to find a way to get rid of the foul magic right had still been unacceptable in Aeno’s mind, the cost of that time too high (Alima, Aralynn, and Arthur were far, far too high a price), but without Thim they may not have saved Cyra. Without Thim, they may not have saved their children. But after that the fear burrowed into Aeno’s bones, complete terror that it would come back, or that something else would come for his family, or that Adonis and Anchieta would still be –

“Aeno?” A warm hand gently covered Aeno’s shoulder, and when he looked around he saw Thim and Cyra watching him with concern clear on their faces. It was Thim’s hand on his shoulder, Cyra sitting on the sofa with little Enzo on her lap. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

Thim’s voice was so soft, and his presence and reassuring warmth did more to ground Aeno than more air in his lungs ever could, but still Aeno obliged. In, hold, out, just as Thim had shown him. Thim had never said where he learned it, but Aeno could remember the few, worrying mentions Thim had made of his childhood well enough.

After a moment, Aeno sighed and leaned into Thim at his side. Thim wrapped an arm around Aeno in return, strong enough to hold them both up for the moment.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Aeno mumbled, suddenly feeling small, “But thank you.” Aeno used to say sorry when this happened, apologize for making his lovers go out of their way to calm him down, but Thim would get the worst sort of sad look on his face, so Aeno stopped.

“Well, I… am going to go help Shula and Theon carry drinks.” Cyra said, standing up. “Keep an eye on Enzo for me, alright?”

They watched Cyra rush out of the room, awkwardness probably making her feel the need to flee. They stood in silence for a moment, content to be in each other’s presence. Thim hummed low in his chest, and Aeno could feel it. “I think the tree’s ready for decorating, just need to call the kids down.”

The door opened, and Shula slipped into the room alone. “Cyra said you seemed unwell.” She said, concern lacing her voice. “Are you sure you want to call the kids down to decorate in a few minutes? It can wait.”

Aeno tried to smile reassuringly. “I’m alright. Just a bad memory is all. Thim brought me back before I even really noticed.”

Shula sat down on the sofa next to Enzo, whose wide eyes followed the glint of her jewelry with a mesmerized stare. “If you’re sure.” Shula agreed. Aeno stepped away from Thim to do one last inspection of the tree. The one bare patch that had stood out to Aeno now faced the wall, where no one would be able to see it. “You two did well,” Shula echoed, “The tree looks lovely.”

Thim smiled and bent down to place a kiss on the crown of Shula’s hair. “Darling, you say that every year. And I definitely remember a tree or two that was far from lovely.”

Shula looked up at Thim, who had begun to lean on the arm of the sofa, and Aeno couldn’t help but think of what a beautiful picture they made. They made Aeno wish he knew how to draw with any talent, as he knew Thim could. They made Aeno wish he was a writer of real skill, like the ones in his books. All he had was himself though, and the hope he could carve their forms and beings into his mind forever.

“And yet they’ve all been lovely to me.” Shula replied.

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For once in their very busy lives, it was quiet. No children, no noise, just Aeno, Thim, and Shula gathered around a pot of morning coffee. Aeno loved his family and he loved his children, of course he did, but the unrelenting noise of the last couple days had been overwhelming for them all. It was nice to have a quiet morning with just his husband and his wife.

“Pass the sugar?” Thim asked, his voice still rough and low from sleep. Aeno smiled inwardly as he slid the sugar bowl across the table, watching the way his husband’s half-lidded white eyes slowly followed the movement.

Aeno felt a tinge of disgust come from Shula as Thim poured multiple spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, and Thim gave an annoyed huff. “Just because you like your coffee black and bitter as dirt doesn’t mean I have to.”

“I just think it’s a waste of perfectly good coffee.” Shula responded, retreading an argument they’d had many times over. Aeno was, of course, familiar with both sides, though he couldn’t say he had any strong opinions on the subject. He didn’t particularly care for black coffee, but he didn’t gag on it like Thim still did. Honestly, Thim hardly drank coffee at all. It was a testament to how tired he was that he’d poured himself a cup.

“What do you think the kids got us this year?” Aeno interrupted, just to make sure they wouldn’t continue.

Shula hummed. “I keep seeing Anchieta sewing something, but every time I get close she tucks it away.”

Aeno raised an eyebrow. “That’s odd, I thought she hated sewing.” Anchieta really did. Aeno could still remember the constant whining and complaining from his eldest when she first learned. “Why would she pick something she needs to sew?”

“Alburn has been acting strange as well, you said.” Thim mentioned as he drummed his fingers against the table. “You caught him snooping in your office?”

Aeno tried to keep an empty mind as he nodded. He had an idea of what Alburn, and potentially Lee, had gotten both himself and Thim, but it’d be no fun if he gave it away now. “I did, just about a week ago. I’d thought he was looking for any presents I might have stashed away.”

Shula giggled, shaking her head at the idea. “As if you’d leave them in your desk drawer while you know you have two children living in the castle.”

Thim raised his cup to his lips, but Aeno could feel his smile. “Have you seen the staff he’s been carving for Anchieta? Lee has been making one too, for Adonis I believe. They seem to be well made, though I have no idea where they got the wood.”

“Who knows?” Aeno shrugged. Alburn and Lee had a habit of getting in trouble frequently whenever no one was looking. As long as nothing seemed to be overtly wrong, it usually wasn’t worth figuring out. “I’m sure the twins will love the matching presents though.”

They all took a moment to internally grimace, before Shula said what they were all thinking of. “Do you remember the year we got them –”

“The blankets.” Aeno and Thim said together, and Aeno sighed at the memory.

“I worked very hard on those blankets.” Shula grumbled before taking a sip of her own coffee. Aeno remembered her staying up late stitching the twin’s names into their gifts, alongside personal messages for each of them. Aeno had thought the end result was a very cute set of blankets, but the then nine-year-old twins had been less than impressed.

Thim put a comforting hand on Shula’s shoulder. “We both thought they were wonderful. It’s not our fault Anchieta and Adonis had become tired of being compared.”

“People used to give us matching presents.” Aeno recalled. Shula made a noise of confusion, so Aeno elaborated. “Thim and I. People who knew us both would get us the same thing for Diebus Deam, as if we were brothers.”

Thim winced. “Don’t remind me. Do you know how often people told me we ‘seemed like brothers’? Meanwhile, of course, we were madly in love with each other.” Thim’s eyes danced in a mischievous green, and Aeno rolled his eyes. He might have, secretly, enjoyed Thim’s teasing, but saying such a thing was the fastest way to get the other man to stop. “Secretly pining away for each other, enjoying the sweaty exhilaration of a good spar, laying awake at night thinking about what might happen if the other was –”

“Is it too late to get a divorce?” Aeno asked, directing his question to Shula, playing up his annoyance for Thim. “I mean, the children would be disappointed, but surely they’d get over it.”

Shula bowed her head into her arms and sighed long-sufferingly. “You’re both so dramatic. If anything, I should be divorcing the two of you. I have no idea how I fell in love with the both of you.”

Thim nodded in agreement, the perfect picture of understanding. “A terrible taste in men, I’d imagine. You really married down, if we’re being honest here. We’re just your trophy husbands you parade around to your friends.”

“We aren’t pretty enough for that.” Aeno said, shattering the illusion but making both Thim and Shula burst out laughing in the process. It seemed as if Thim wanted to say something, but each time he tried he started laughing again. Aeno wondered what it was, even though he was worried it would be something rather… crude.

Amidst the laughter, Alburn and Lee came rushing into the kitchen. They seemed to stop short for a brief moment before barreling on. “Is it time for presents yet?” Lee asked, Alburn nearly vibrating behind her.

Thim turned towards their children, and Aeno could feel his mirth even if he couldn’t see it anymore. “Well, it could be, but I swear we have more than two children. Where’s the rest of the rabble?”

Alburn scratched the back of his neck, ruffling his hair. He seemed to be growing it out, perhaps in yet another attempt to look more like Thim. “They’re, um, upstairs?”

Aeno snorted as Thim said. “Well, go get them then.” Lee and Alburn ran out of the room again, likely to rouse the still sleeping members of the family. Thim turned back to Shula and Aeno while shaking his head. “I swear, those two need to learn some patience. I never had so much energy.”

“They get it from me.” Aeno said with resignation. It was near painful to remember how cheerful and energetic he’d been as a child. As he spoke, Anchieta walked into the kitchen, followed closely by Adonis. Neither of them said a word, just worked together to get themselves coffee as efficiently as possible.

They all watched the two with fascination as they easily provided the best case for mind-reading twins Aeno had ever seen. “That’s my influence.” Shula said with a grin, which Aeno had to agree with. Getting between Shula and her first cup of coffee was a dangerous game. “Did Alburn wake you two up, or have you managed to avoid that particular joy?”

Anchieta made a sound like a waking cat, which was still more of a reaction than Adonis, who didn’t appear to have heard a thing. After a moment of silence, Anchieta said, “We passed them on the stairs. You’d have known if he’d woken me up.”

“Ah, yes, no screaming.” Shula said knowingly, a small smile on her face.

Aeno snorted. No screaming yet, at least.

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After everyone had been given their gifts, the kids had scattered across the house. Aeno knew that he’d seen Alburn, Lee, and Thim outside, testing out the sword and spear Alburn and Lee got respectively. Aeno was pretty sure Ari and Abbie had had the same idea, though their toys were more suitable for the indoors. Adalynn would have had a harder time using the rather magical yarn Anchieta had gotten her immediately, though Aeno wouldn’t put it past his most creatively-inclined child.

Aeno opened the door to the library, and could see the edge of a purple skirt from the doorway.

Shula, Thim, and himself had been worried about the twins’ presents being too similar, but Aeno wasn’t even sure they’d noticed, too wrapped up in excitement. Anchieta had been given a chess set, much nicer than the old and roughly treated wooden set Aeno had owned since childhood. For Adonis, they got a game mat with glass marbles and stone tiles, the kind that was used for Alquerque or Tablut.

As Aeno walked in the room, the twins sat across from each other at a small table with the new chess set between them. Adonis had likely noticed him enter, given the twitch of the boy’s head, but Anchieta was studying the board with such intensity Aeno didn’t think she’d noticed a thing.

Carefully, Aeno stepped closer and settled himself against a different table, content to watch his eldest children play. They’d both taken a shine to strategy games as soon as they were old enough to learn, helped by the fact that they were both frighteningly good. Anchieta had probably won a chess game against Aeno for the first time before she had turned fourteen, and Adonis had shortly followed. Now, they played against each other more often than not, seeing as no one else in the house really stood a chance.

Anchieta finally moved a piece, taking her knight out of the line of fire from Adonis’ rook. Aeno hummed, and both of the teens looked up at him.

“What?” Anchieta asked, looking back down at the board. “Did I miss something?”

Aeno chuckled and pulled a chair over to sit more comfortably at their table. “You’d have been more likely to see it than I would be. No, I was just thinking that you play like your Papa.”

“You are a defensive leaning player.” Adonis acknowledged, though his eyes were back on the board as he thought through his next move (or ten).

“I just don’t make unnecessary sacrifices.” Anchieta grumbled, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms and glared at her brother. “Unlike someone I could mention.”

“Well you’re both better than any of your parents.” Aeno cut in, before it devolved into an argument. Adonis and Anchieta could be frighteningly similar at times, but they could also be incredibly different at others. Most of the time they were best friends, but Aeno had seen them have some pretty awful fights as well, even as they got older. “Even if you have different playstyles.”

Anchieta looked at Aeno just to roll her eyes. “Dad, Mom hardly even knows how to play chess.”

Aeno held back a sigh. “Fine, either of your fathers then. And your mom might not play chess, but she’ll rob us all blind at cards.”

Adonis snorted and moved a piece. “That’s true. Aunt Cyra said she was glad we weren’t playing for real money yesterday, or else she’d have left with nothing. I don’t know how Mom does it. She only learned that game yesterday, and not even Papa or I could tell when she had a bad hand.”

“Well that’s not that hard.” Anchieta argued. “You never know when I feel cornered either. I just remind myself to stay calm and focused, and then you barely even notice.”

Adonis muttered something, but whatever it was, Aeno couldn’t hear it. Anchieta must have, judging by the way her mouth twitched into a smile, but she didn’t bother replying. Silence fell over the library, save for the sound of the pieces clacking against the board when moved.

Both of the twins had a turn or two before Aeno spoke up again. “Did Alburn sneak into both of our offices to get our glove sizes, or just mine?”

Adonis laughed. “He was so nervous when you found him snooping, I could feel it on him days later. He was the one who went looking for Papa’s as well, but he couldn’t find them. Lee ended up sneaking into your room to find Papa’s while you both were working. It seemed like quite the experience.”

“At least they had fun.” Anchieta said with fond annoyance. “I was the one who had to stitch the runes into the gloves. Alburn was going to write them on or something, but Adalynn thought stitching would stay for longer, and the thread would hold the magic better.” The bridge of Anchieta’s noise crinkled. “I mean, she was right, and she helped, but still. It was just us. Abbie and Ari couldn’t get the needle through the leather, and Lee and Alburn never even learned the basics of sewing.”

Aeno smiled. Despite her complaints, the stitching added to the gloves by the kids looked very neatly done. She had clearly taken the project seriously. “Well, thank you for your hard work then.”

Anchieta looked away, but Aeno thought he’d seen a smile. “You’re welcome.”

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WQBY (rankings)

TOP 100 for the week ending December 17, 2023

Other Boys --Marshmello, Dove Cameron -1

I'll Be There --Robin Schulz, Rita Ora, Tiago PZK-2

See You Again --Vicetone, Anna Clendenning

Spend The Night --BJ the Chicago Kid, Coco Jones

Dark Skies -- A R I Z O N A -5

Go Off --Mike Candys -7

AEIOU ---PNAU, Empire of the Sun -8

Diamond Therapy --Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -6

Sorry Now -- A R I Z O N A -13

Summertime Friends --The Chainsmokers -9

Good Morning --Timmy Trumpet, Alle Farben, YOU -11

Strangers --Kenya Grace -10

**One On One --The Knocks, Sofi Tukker -(new)

Tied To You --Elderbrook -18

Hangin On -- A R I Z O N A -17

Dreaming --Marshmello, Pink, Sting -21

Both --Tiesto, 21 Savage, BIA -14

Living In A Haze --Milky Chance -12

One Last Dance --Imanbek, Ali Gatie -16

More Baby --Chris Lake, Aluna -15

Stress You --Lucas Estrada, SUPER Hi -23

Nevada --Vicetone, Cozi Zuchisdorff -20

Wanna Dance --Alie Farben, James Carter, VARGEN -19

Dreamteam --Galantis, Neon Trees -27

Jungle --Alok, The Chainsmokers, Mae Stephens -24

You're Hired --NEIKED, Ayra Starr -68

Save My Love ---Destiny Rogers -59

You --Svidden, Seeb -28

Ohh LaLa --Idris Elba, Sasha Gigi -22

U Miss Me --Vicetone -130

Boyfriend --USHER -31

At Your Worst --Calum Scott -29

Drums --James Hype, Kim Petras -35

One With the Wolves --Robin Schulz -25

Light On --Markus Schulz, Sarah de Warren -32

Strangely Sentimental ---Anabel Englund -26

Lost & Found --Gorgon City, DRAMA -33

Blur ---KREAM, Marlo Rex -40

What We Know --Lucas & Steve, Conor Byrne -41

Following the Sun --SUPER Hi -34

Fight My Demons --Yung Bae, Barney Bones, Leven Kali, Diamond Pistols -56

It's In My Head -- Provoker -36

Subterranean --Miss Monique, AVIRA, LUNA -44

Bigger Than The Song --Brittney Spencer -49

Body Count --Jason Derulo -39

Elevator Eyes --Tove Lo -37

Smiley Water --MIKE. -45

Bite Marks --Ari Abdul -78

On My Love --Zara Larsson, David Guetta -51

Fever --Lewis Thompkins, Punctual, Hight -52

Weird & Bizarre --Posh Choclates -54

Dress Code --Mau P -81

Vogue --NOIZE -48

Die For A Night --A R I Z O N A -42

Waiting For U --Laidback Luke, Ralphi (Jake Silva remix) -61

The Little Mushroom That Got Away --Sultan+Shepard, Lane8 -58

From This Day On --Andrew Rayel, JES -38

Moon --Locklead -46

Stranger On A Train --SUPER Hi -43

We Could Be Love --Hayden James, AR/CO -125

Waiting --LP Giobbi, Redfield, DJ Rae -30

In My Zone --S.O. GIDI -47

De Selby Part 2 --Hozier -50

Dressed For A Funeral --Groupthink, Sunday Scaries -53

All Night ---Charlie Houston -55

Down Like That --Bryson Tiller -57

The Beautiful Letdown ---Switchfoot, Jonas Brothers -60

If Only I ---Loud Luxury, Two Friends, Bebe Rexha -62

Quater Life Crises ---Baby Queen -63

Makeba --JAIN -64

Hip Trumpets --Yolando Be Cool, KVISION -65

Get Dirty ---Return Of The Jaded, Tommy Sunshine -66

Tension ---Kylie Minogue -67

Jealous --Pascal Letoublon, IZKO, Jordan Rys -69

eMtunzini --Muzi -70

Jacare --Sofi Tukker -71

Why You? -Adam Melchor -72

Heat Rising --Pete Tong, Jem Cooke, Jules Buckley -73

We Should Get Married --Dan & Shay -74

It's Euphoric --Georgia -75

Padam Padam ---Kylie Minogue -76

Champagne Shit --Janelle Monique, Latto, Quavo -77

What Do You Do? --Jess Glynne -79

Phone -MEDUZA, Em Beihold, Sam Tompkins (Lili Chan remix) -80

Just Think --Video Age -82

In The City --Charlie XCX, Sam Smith -83

Dare --Gorillaz -84

Midnight Zone --Astrality, TAPE ANGEL -85

The Tower --Future Islands -86

Run Free (Countdown) --Tiesto, R3HAB -87

Motive --Armin Van Buuren -88

The Feeling --Lost Frequencies -89

The Worst Person Alive --G Flip -90

Moonlight ---Laidback Luke, GATTUSO (Antrex remix) -91

Joy (Up the Street) --Joy Anonymous -92

Feel It (Club Edit) ---Jazzy -93

Made Up My Mind --Jonah Kaegen, Lily Meola -94

Killing Me --Conan Gray -95

Cheap Thrills --Walker & Royce, Barney Bones -96

Fall Again --Hayla -97

#alwayshappymusic #music2024

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 4 years

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Rule Training - Brody

[Lookie here! A two-fer! Prompts are still open if you had one. I’m working through them. Thank you to @crookedmen (who I cannot tag but ~magically~ know is @whumpzone and Anon!]

[Image description: two askes, one from @crookedmen and one from Anonymous. Crookedmen said: Brody's training seems to be going well! But he doesn't seem to /ask/ for punishment much. Kind of like he doesn't even care about being good? I'd sort that out if I were Mason.

Anonymous said: Mason should also probably put some work into making sure that Brody follows the rules even when he's alone]

CW: pet whump, ask for your punishment, electrocution, recorded without your knowledge.

[Masterlist] [Other training]

Brody peered around the side of the desk, watching to see if the man was coming back. He had told Brody to sit and them promptly walked away. That was a little bit ago, and there was still no sign of him.

Brody sighed and leaned up against the wall. His back hurt. His legs hurt. Even his hips hurt from sitting so long on the ground.

Mason wasn’t here right now. And there was a perfectly good stool right there.

After a moment, Brody stood and sat down at Mason’s desk. The stool didn’t have a back, but it was nice to stretch his legs out. And it swiveled, which was fun.

Aries’s chair did this, he thought as he spun around. He stopped that thought quickly. Hurt less that way.

When he did eventually hear the footsteps again, Brody got dropped back down to the ground dizzily. He tried to look up at the man when he entered, but his eyes were still snapping back and forth, trying to follow the missing blur of movement.

Mason looked concerned for a moment, before shaking his head and sitting down. He pulled up his laptop and waited.

In the minute or two of silence between the two, Brody’s eyes focused and the dizziness went away. It was weird, to be scared and bored at the same time. At least at Sam’s- Master’s house he got to watch TV.

“Brody, do you have anything to tell me?”

Brody’s head snapped up, searching the man’s face. He wasn’t even looking at him, eyes still on the screen as he typed.

“No?” Brody ventured, not sure what he wanted to hear. Mason hummed before turning slowly to look at him.

“Are you sure?”

Brody didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to tell the man anything; it would only lead to him getting hurt.

Right?

He wouldn’t reward him, would he?

Brody looked away. Better to just say silent when he didn’t know what to do.

“You broke your rules.”

That made him look back up. How did he know? Mason sighed and looked at him.

“What are you going to do to make it right?”

Brody baulked and involuntary shudder when through him. All he could think about was the shock. He was going to get shocked.

He could almost feel it.

“Uh, I’ll… I’m sorry?” He tried, still unsure of what the man wanted. Mason waiting for more.

“What happens when you break your rules?”

Brody chewed the inside of his lip. “I get in trouble?”

Mason nodded. “And what can you do about it?”

Brody whined, confused. He didn’t know what the man wanted! He couldn’t figure it out. There was no getting around the punishments; he just had to mess up at least once to know what not to do.

“Please, Trainer, I, I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay, you can always ask.” Mason sounded so genuine, Brody almost believed him.

Almost.

“Ask for your punishment.”

Brody forgot how to breathe for a moment, before taking an overly deep, jolted gasp. What? Ask? Ask for his punishment? But he didn’t want- oh.

It didn’t matter what he wanted.

No one cared what he wanted.

Somehow, that hurt worse than the idea of the punishment, but he still struggled to get the words out.

“Do you want to be good?” Mason asked, clearly expecting a specific answer. Brody nodded, both to give him what he wanted and because it was true.

Things were so, so much easier when he was good.

“Then,” Mason started as he shifted, facing Brody now. “Ask for your punishment. Show your owner that you want to be good.”

Brody chewed at his top lip, nervous. Maybe, maybe there was a way to get rewarded after all?

“Please,” he nearly whispered. He started again, trying to get his voice to sound stronger. “Please p-punish me, Trainer. I, I- I broke a rule.”

He swallowed and look up cautiously. Mason was smiling, which could either be a good thing or a bad thing. He was looking at his face, not the man’s hand.

The shock knocked him down, again, muscles unresponsive against the jolt of electricity. Brody gasped for air, nearly convulsing on the ground. It didn’t stop this time, it just kept going and going and he couldn’t breathe and move and it hurt.

Finally, it ended, and Brody choked out a sob. There was a hand in his hair, latex pulling at the strands. Instinctually, he leaned into it.

“Good boy,” Mason mused, crouched down in front of him. “Good boy. You know you don’t deserve any less shocks just because you told me the truth, right?”

Brody managed a nod, still pressing into the gloved hand. It was better than nothing.

“We’ll do a few more because you need to learn that you can’t break your rules. Someone is always watching.”

Someone or something, Mason thought as he eyed the little camera in the ceiling.

Supplemental post here

tagging @whumptywhumpdump @ghostcomit and @lave-e until they tell me to knock it off.

#pet whump #whump #conditioning #ask for your punishment #electrocution tw #recorded without your knowledge #brody #mason #mason is good at his job #brody training prompts

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smalltragedy · 3 years

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* brigette lundy-paine, nonbinary + they/them | you know kirby wormwood, right? they’re twenty five, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two weeks? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ring ring by mika like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole balancing acts at perilous heights destined to entertain, jack of all trades master of none, refusal to accept the mortal world as it is thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 1st, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hllo welcome 2 my third character i love them a lot theyre a. remake of an older oc of mine so this is fun <3 sdfhk anyways once again i am asking u. pleathe like if u wld like to plot.

ARSON TW

mini playlist.

wizard ;; lucas lex / ring ring ;; mika / crows ;; clues / sunrise sunset ;; bright eyes / la llorona ;; beirut / no children ;; the mountain goats / might be love ;; the pesky snakes / sax in the city ;; let’s eat grandma.

statistics.

full name: kirby wormwood (currently).

nickname(s): magpie.

birthday: december 1st, 1995.

zodiac: sagittarius sun, aries moon, libra ascending.

mbti & temperament: estp & improvisor / sanguine.

label: the hellion.

hometown: abilene, texas.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

alright lets get right into it. kirby ws switched at birth. they cld’ve hd a very like. picket fence trampoline in the backyard. 4 columns cos its texas n it feels right. bt instead they were chosen <3 somewhat unintentionally <3 by dorothea n fawley wormwood, two traveling circus workers who emergency stopped in abilene.

n u know what. growing up in st. pierre’s traveling circus ws kinda fkn awesome? like ok. besides the fact tht they were homeschooled fr like evr n there were a sparing amt of children 2 socialize with? it ws p cool idk.

it ws kinda like everybody ws their parent n also not at all bc they were all very casual. bt they grew up learning hw 2 maintain the circus (n also like. normal school thingz bt i dnt think kirby hs ever cared abt school like ever) n whenever they hd a show kirby wld facepaint or handle tickets until they were old enough 2 start learning like. the Real fun things.

fawley hd a lot of his own weird odd little like superstitions n beliefs n practically raised kirby on them like n they dnt rly <3 make a lot of sense. lots of made up philosophy. very much like. nothing defines u. u cn b anything or anyone. n kirby ws like ok cool. n then developed a god complex.

names didnt rly stick 2 kirby when they were a kid like. nothing satisfied them or felt worthy fr them or simply they just. got tired of a name. this isnt related 2 them being nonbinary BUT it did help ease some of the. pressure of exploring gender identity. theyve only hd one name tht stuck genuinely n tht ws magpie n. thts bc everybody hd their own bird name n it felt very. like community. like a role. usually the names they used during performances bt. anyways KFHDSGLKKHL

theyre Kirby bt answers 2 most. neutral nouns.

honestly. they were also a rascal as a youth. ws like. oh. i learned sleight of hand? cool. time 2 pick pockets. wld throw popcorn into the hair of other kids n b like. omggg what was that ... became a mime fr a year. it ws a rigorous training.

now a master of charades. bt anyways. they traveled pretty much weekly, maybe bimonthly n sometimes just pure monthly. there wsn’t an off season fr them, when the colder months came they’d travel south and when summer rolled in they’d go right back up again. it ws easy to switch personas almost daily n just. never reveal ur true self. totally not saying tht’s what kirby did bt thts what they did. it nvr made them lose sight of themselves it ws more like. acting. tricking ppl fr fun.

anyways all good things come 2 an end and when kirby ws like. 18. they were like hey ur old enough that we cn trust u with fire. we think. n they started 2 learn fire-throwing n like. they were ok at it bt lessons were painfully slow n kirby ws like. i wld b so good at this if i cld do it all the time. n it ws like. hey kirby, chill. u already know a lot of things.

arson tw // u see where this is going. tents are kind of flammable. kirby ws unsupervised. bad decisions all around. circus is aflame. all the animals n all the circus workers got out fine bt like. st. pierre’s ws efficiently out of business. arson end of tw //

n kirby fkn booked it they just. ran. pure fear. nvr looked back which is like super traitorous of them 2 do bt. sometimes they meet up in secret like. sunglasses n all at a coffee shop. not all of them just like. fawley or someone else. theyre like. ur family u cld burn down a thousand circuses n we’d still love u. n kirby is like yeah i know bt i’ve rly committed to the bit now. n they dnt reunite.

anyways. since then kirby hs just been. a traveler. nvr rly staying anywhere fr super long n driving around in their shitty little van tht’d been used as housing back at st. pierre’s.

they’re in irving n theyve been there fr almost. suspiciously long. compared 2 their average stays. when asked abt what they do or why theyre there theyll just. give a vague answer or spin a long tale tht usually involves a burning circus.

theyre staying at uh. abernathy creek rn bc of course they r they fit in so naturally. welcomed with wide arms. might b soul searching rn might b on the hunt fr their birth parents might b just vibing ... whose to say ..

personality & facts.

has a Big personality tht attracts others fr better or fr worse. either super likeable or the most despicable person on the earth. no in betweens. n honestly tht is a talent in itself

has no off button is constantly. spinning tales or performing a dance or getting kicked out of bars fr whatever nonsense reason.

honestly they prob think tht nothing bad cn ever happen to them even tho like. bad has literally happened 2 them before? love the optimism here. KLFGDLKFSDHGF

acts a bit like u’ve known them fr ur entire life they r oddly warm in tht way bt they themself r so distant tht its like. oh nice ok ...

both honest n yet dishonest like. yes they will hustle u out of ur money bt they will also tell u their opinion straight up.

probably smart bt they r just like. prime thembo? flowy pirate shirts n cropped tshirts n pants tht r never tight. dresses like they do still work n live at a circus.

likes 2 instigate things between others n then stand back n just watch it happen while taking like zero accountability. loves a good small town drama. avid milf hunter.

does not hv any faith in the american healthcare system at all n will straight up refuse 2 go 2 a hospital if they get hurt theyre like. i cn do it myself im like practically a professional. they r not a professional.

bt does hv like. a thing abt apples. fkn loves them.

uuuhhh cn play instruments bt all very badly. only knows one (1) song tht isnt made up n its wonderwall by oasis. they play it at parties. they expect fr tomatoes to b thrown at them at any given time.

very nimble. agile. granted its frm. learning circus tricks frm a baby age bt they hv impeccable balance n cn sneak up behind anyone without a single noise. uses this 2 their advantage in order 2 scare ppl. chaotic neutral.

loves having the attention on them i wont fk around here. will go to drastic measures to accomplish receiving it. my other muses r capable of taking things srsly bt kirby just. is not. they do not take a single thing srsly they barely even took. st. pierre’s destruction srsly n they caused it. maybe.

likes being able to just. be unknown so the amt tht ppl know abt them is actually very. little. i dnt think they even tell others their last name. sometimes not even their first. just hs so many aliases n nicknames. i know i didnt list any bt thts simply bc Any cld.

probably acts out to compensate fr the. underlying guilt they hv bt thts okay. i mean it isnt bt.

will probably show up if u call them fr help bt they lose interest in people p quickly n r always moving onto the next shiniest person. bt when they do they give them like. all their attention. if u wrong them in this period they will just. ignore it. bt when theyre bored then its like. u werent even friends at all? very odd.

perhaps it is commitment issues bt <3 ya. thts them. they do not claim favorite colors or movies or. most interests. probably bc theyre very very disconnected frm pop culture i think they learn everything thru twitter n google.

i wld not call them a good person bt i also dnt think theyre like evil horrible nasty awful they just. think abt themself a lot more than they think abt others n also refuses to face consequences ever and also .. anyways.

wanted plots.

part of the bird’s nest ;; honorary bird honorary circus member. u hv to be very well regarded by kirby to earn a bird name bt i feel like tht doesnt feel like a lot considering theyve only been here fr like. two weeks KDGDSHKGK. the catch is tht u cn only refer 2 them as magpie frm then forward.

hand in unlovable hand ;; theres comfort in being terrible ppl together n it may not last bt it doesnt hv to anyways. its just them n the like. vibes. n knowing tht its smth thts nvr gna b long term. cld b anything ur character just hs to be also a little evil. KHDSGFDS

one jester ... wht abt ... TWO jesters .. ;; hoo boy. ooh man. unstoppable force and immovable object combine forces n just become. the worst of the worst. ultimate jokesters. epic pranksters. absolute clowns. chaotic energy unmatched. always nonsense.

n also ;; ppl they’ve stolen frm, ppl who hv caught them in that act, ppl who’ve maybe seen them in the circus a very long time ago, Found Family Trope, real family shenanigans, kirby just asking everybody if theyre their dad., mortal enemies if they see each other its an instant duel 2 the death, etc.

#( kirby wormwood. ) about. / sunrise sunset.#irvingintro #arson tw

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cherryonigiri · 4 years

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Matsukawa with a swimmer!S/O

Anon asked: hello if it’s possible could i get a matchup? i’m a 5’11 girl with brown hair and brown eyes, and i’m on the more broad and slim thick side because i’ve been swimming competitively my entire life. i’m an aries, and have major rbf, and people are often intimated by me until they get to know me. to my friends i am the designated mom, while also being a crackhead. i would absolutely fight anyone for my friends, and have the martial arts training to back that up. i’m competitive and energetic often work myself till exhaustion, and that comes from being an endurance athlete who knows no bounds. i’ve got a high pain tolerance, and have a hard time trusting people at first. i’m loud and crazy, addicted to memes, and always happy to help others. i’ve oftentimes been insecure about my height, and avoided wearing shoes that increase it, but am learning to accept that i am beautiful by rocking some new platform boots. i don’t cry easy, and am always a shoulder to lean on thanks 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi anon - omg i’m so happy that you are proud of your height- rock whatever shoes make you feel amazing 💞mwah.

Your matchup is:

Matsukawa Issei

You and Matsukawa would be an amazing couple - you both vibe off your share crackhead/meme team energy

Your outgoing personality and loudness balances out with Matsukawa’s more chill vibe - you encourage him to be a little more energetic and he melows you out

Both of you have pretty intimidating faces/expressions, so the two of you collectively have a reputation around school of being a ‘scary couple’

But deep down you two are so wholesome you’re basically the second team mom (after Iwa) and you always look after the younger ones (ie. save them from Oikawa’s craziness)

When you first met the team the first years were terrified of you but quickly warmed up to you because of your friendly and helpful nature

Will help them out with homework + give them study tips if they need it - since you’ve been through first/second year already you might as well pass some helpful tips onto your kouhai!

Mattsun is meh about PDA - he’s not gonna be embarrassed that you two kiss in public, but he’s not going to go out of his way to flaunt his relationship

I mean he might purposefully kiss you in front of the team just to mess with them annoy Oikawa/Hanamaki but other than that he’s chill - whatever you’re feeling up to he’ll appreciate

Very playful when it’s just the two of you - he will initiate tickle wars, pillow fights etc.

His favorite thing is to just pull you into his lap or so that you’re leaning against him. He does this anywhere - during lunch with the other Seijoh 3rd years, at home, during practice breaks.

Since both of you are athletes you sometimes workout together - he’s been trying to up his stamina/work on cardio so the two of you will sometimes go on runs or swim laps together

Mattsun is a confident guy okay, he has zero issues with you wearing shoes that might make you taller than him - he just praises you to high heaven talking about amazing you look

Like will take a mirror selfie of the two of you and send it to his gc being like ‘yeah look here’s my super badass amazing girlfriend who looks great in her heels, yes she is taller than me and I love it, at least I have an s/o @oikawa :P’

Since you both practice until late at school, you two tend to walk home together, and will often stop at the local store to grab a snack

The two of you do the best to attend each other’s swim meets/volleyball games - sometimes you have to miss them because you have tournaments at the same time or have mandatory practice

But if you’re able to make it you for sure are gonna be cheering as loud as you can

You straight up cackled when you heard Matsukawa tell Oikawa he was paying for ramen if he messed up his serve 50% of your texts with Mattsun are memes or inside jokes - other people could literally read your messages as you type them and still have no idea wtf is going on between you and your boyfriend

After you’ve been dating for a while, Mattsun figures out your tendencies to overwork yourself or keep working until you almost pass out

He’s genuinely concerned and wants you to get some rest - and if you’re really busy he’ll scrap the date in town in favor of a movie night/lazy day at home so you can get some of that tender loving care from him + rest and relaxation

May or may not ask Iwaizumi about how he convinces Oikawa not to overdo it eyebrow man wants you to take care of yourself

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu imagines #hq matchups #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #seijoh #aoba johsai #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq hcs

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drakesroyalromance · 4 years

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I’m the Bad Guy (duh)

Summary: Emma has an accident the morning after her engagement to Drake in the safehouse that turns everyone’s world upside down. Nothing will be the same, no matter how hard Drake tries.

Catch up here!

Pairing: Drake x MC (Emma Barnes), Liam x MC

Rating: Let’s say R.

Author’s note: Firstly, even though this isn’t related to the fic per se, @mind-reader1 and I wanted to tell you guys that we are currently not playing Choices. Neither of us are okay with the way they’ve been acting in regards to BLM and how they treat characters of colour in general. Both of us have also messaged Choices in-app and told them that we want concrete action or we stop supporting them. We encourage you to do the same. Here’s a post that can help. You can also message either of us if you want some help on deciding what to say. Here are the links to a few people who’re doing great work by providing art in exchange for donations - x, x, x. Please tag me in any art you commission by donating, especially if it includes Drake lol. Additionally, if you want to be a better ally, then do yourself a favour and message @mind-reader1. She’ll provide you with some excellent resources. And she’s a trained counsellor, so trust me when I say she knows what she’s talking about.

Secondly, a reminder that this fic deals with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI.) If this is triggering for you, please don’t read this fic. This is the last time there’s going to be a TW for this.

If you’re just here for the fic and had to skim through all of that, I’m sorry. Without further ado:

Tag list: Drake x MC: @aries-light

@notoriouscs

This fic: @marshmallowsandfire @twinkle-320 @ravenpuff02 @ac27dj @silverofdreams @katedrakeohd

Chapter 5, part 1: Bad reputation

Drake really didn’t want to ask Maxwell for help, he felt terrible, emotionally and physically, and Maxwell was a lot to handle at times. Drake wasn’t sure when the last time he had eaten was. Not that it mattered - he’d thrown it all up at the hospital and palace. He was determined to do something though and Maxwell felt like the best option.

They approached his door and heard Maxwell singing along to a collection of sad ballads, apparently Emma had crushed him when she didn’t like his welcome home balloons. Drake had warned him that Emma wasn’t the same, but Maxwell was ever optimistic and hopeful, and got his heart crushed.

“Maxwell?” Liam knocked and cautiously opened the door. Maxwell was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, a wad of tissues surrounding him.

“Emma hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you Maxwell, you’re one of her best friends.” Drake tried to reassure him but it felt like a lie. Emma very well could hate Maxwell now, he had no idea.

“I think she was just overwhelmed, Maxwell.” Liam also made an attempt to comfort him. Maxwell sniffled.

[[MORE]]

“Listen, Maxwell, I, um. I need your help.”

Maxwell sniffled again, sitting up to look at Drake.

“Why? She’ll think anything I come up with is stupid and childish!”

“Maxwell, this isn’t you. The Maxwell I know would do anything to help his best friends be happy again. You were Emma’s first friend here, you were her biggest supporter during the social season. You even made Drake, the biggest grump of them all, one of your best friends. The Maxwell I know wouldn’t give up so easily.” Liam offered a small smile to accompany his words and Maxwell nodded, jumping off the bed.

“You’re right! I’m Maxwell Beaumont! What do you need help with Drake?”

Drake was relieved Maxwell bounced back so quickly, he truly had high hopes for Maxwell’s ideas.

“Emma..she doesn’t love me anymore.” He felt his throat closing up, he was choking on the words, they felt acrid on his tongue. He could see Maxwell trying to contain his emotions, he appreciated it.

“What?”

“When she hit her head, the doctor said there might be changes. It’s like I told you before we got here. I guess that’s one of the..changes.” Drake cleared his throat, watching Liam as he awkwardly looked at the floor.

“Okay,” Maxwell paused, looking pensive. Then suddenly his face lit up. “The Vow!”

“The what?”

“Have you ever seen The Vow?” Both Liam and Drake shake their heads.

“How are we friends? We’re having a movie night and watching it ASAP.”

“Maxwell, focus.” Drake says impatiently.

“Right. Okay, so, this couple is in a car accident. When his wife wakes up, she doesn’t remember anything about him.”

Drake interrupts, “Emma remembers everything, Maxwell. She just doesn’t care!”

He wished that she didn’t remember, the idea that she had forgotten felt less painful than Emma changing her mind, then Emma falling in love with his best friend just hours after agreeing to marry him.

“Okay.” Maxwell kept his voice even and soft, “It’s the same idea though, right? In The Vow, Channing Tatum makes Rachel McAdams fall in love with him all over again.”

Drake groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “This isn’t Hollywood Maxwell, this is our real lives!”

“The Vow is based off of a true story! It has to work, Drake! You and Emma have a beautiful love story, it’s gonna work. You just have to make her fall in love with you again. Let’s recreate some of your best romantic moments! Start thinking! When did you really begin to fall for Emma?”

Maxwell’s idea actually had some merit. Despite pushing Emma away, she’d managed to fall in love with him, so it should be easier when he’s actually trying. Right?

“What do you need from us Drake?” Liam broke him out of his thoughts. He was looking Drake right in the eye. He could see how much it hurt Liam too, but here he was, willing to help.

“Well, the first moment I can think of happened in the Beaumont study.” Drake didn’t want to share more details, he didn’t want to make Liam uncomfortable, but Maxwell probed, “what? In our house? What happened there?”

“We had our first kiss there,” Drake reluctantly shared.

“You had your first kiss the same day I took her on our first date?” Liam asked. Drake awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“We can’t get her to the estate without it seeming suspicious, would Liam’s study work?” Maxwell suggested, changing the topic for which Drake felt grateful. Drake could see Liam repress a flinch, probably imagining worst case scenarios. Neither Emma nor Drake had the heart to tell him just how long their..affair had been going on behind his back, but the cat was out of the bag now.

“I couldn’t.”

“It’s fine with me. Will it work, Drake?” Liam’s voice was strained, his jaw tight. Drake just nodded.

“Then let’s get to work!” Maxwell grinned.

Emma was getting ready for the day when there was a knock on the door, followed by Maxwell poking his head in.

“Oh, good, you’re already up, little blossom. This dress somehow accidentally found its way to my room. It was the one you wore to the Beaumont Bash. You should wear it today!”

Emma raised her eyebrow at him, something about his behavior felt off. Besides, Maxwell never suggested Emma re-wear a dress.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“I was just feeling nostalgic is all.”

She narrowed her eyes at him but took the dress and decided to wear it, Maxwell did have great taste.

“Thanks.” She was expecting him to leave but she could sense him hovering in the doorway. “Is there something else?” she snapped.

“I think there was something about paperwork that needed to be signed for your duchy. It’s probably in Liam’s office if you want to see.”

She nodded and Maxwell slipped out.

Drake paced back and forth in Liam’s study, waiting for Emma to arrive. He was terrified, his stomach twisting and turning in knots. There was no reason Emma wouldn’t show up. Whether she would stay or not, however, was debatable.

Minutes felt like hours. Maxwell promised he would send Emma over. Their plan was pretty hard to screw up, but it was Maxwell.

Just as he had this thought, he heard her soft knock on the door and mentally apologized to Maxwell. He sucked in a breath. She was here. He needed to calm down, he couldn’t look like a blubbering idiot, she’d tear him apart. Breathe.

“Come in.”

She swept into the room and Drake lost his breath again. She was wearing the same dress as that night. No doubt Maxwell’s doing. Drake wasn’t prepared for that though, he could feel himself being wrenched back in time.

“I thought I was here to sign papers? What is this?” Her voice was cold and just like that, Drake was back in the present. He cleared his throat.

“Um, yeah, right here. Liam’s busy.”

She walked over to the desk and Drake came up behind her, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned over to show her where to sign. He could see the goosebumps rise on her skin, at least she still had some kind of a reaction to him.

“Do you remember that night in the Beaumont study together?”

She turned to face him, her lips just inches from his. His body trembled, aching to touch her.

“We found the money for Savannah.” She whispered.

“And I had a hand on your waist like this.” He slowly placed his hand on her waist, giving her time to move away if she wanted to. Pressing her body to his, he prayed she couldn’t feel the tremble. Drake could see her chest stop rising and falling. She was holding her breath, so he continued.

“Then I tangled my hand in your hair and you did the same.” He did just that, tilting her head back so all he needed to do was close the distance between them. Her hands snaked into his hair and Drake’s heart soared. It was working.

“You told me that it was a bad idea. That there was no us.” She breathed out.

“And then you said ‘what about what I want?’ That was it, I was done for, before our lips even touched.” He whispered against her lips before committing to it. He tightened his grip on her waist, adjusting his hand in her hair so his lips fit perfectly against hers. He moaned as she tightened her grip on his hair, but then it was rough, too rough.

She yanked his head back by his hair, forcing him away from her. He involuntarily twisted to loosen her grip on him. She let go and smoothed out her dress. Crossing her arms and popping out her hip, she stared at him. If looks could kill, Drake would be dead right then and there. It was somehow scarier than any look Olivia had ever given him.

“Was this your big idea? Try to seduce me with memories of us? Hope that true love’s kiss would somehow make me fall madly in love with you and we’d live happily ever after?” She mocked.

“You said it yourself that night, there is no us. You had it right the first time, Drake,” she continued.

Drake could have sworn he saw the venom leave her lips with every word. She’d played him for a fool, a lovesick fool.

#drake x mc #drake walker #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #trr #trr fanfic #choices #choices fanfic #playchoices #pixelberry #pb #my writing

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haledamage · 4 years

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OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch and not so much tagged as challenged by @queen-scribbles :P

I am tagging/challenging you both back if you have more OCs you want to talk about, plus anyone else who has an OC you want to talk about! really, I want to know about your muses, please share them with me <3

I decided to go with Lexi from Mind Blind because she’s currently my most vocal muse, as well as Ari because I realized I’ve never done one of these for her? not sure how that happened

Lexi Wiseman

GENERAL

name: Alexandria Jane Wiseman

alias(es): Lexi, Lex, Button, Cadet Wiseman

gender: cis female

age: 20

place of birth: Chicago, Illinois

spoken languages: English, sarcasm, probably some coding language? took Spanish and German in high school, but really only remembers how to count to ten and ask where the library is

sexual orientation: bi bi bi

occupation: student at Unity’s Aeon Academy

APPEARANCE

eye colour: hazel

hair colour: brown

height: 5′8”

scars: not any major ones? She scars really easy, so even little things like paper cuts leave a scar, but except for things like that and old scars from scraped knees and elbows as a kid, Lexi doesn’t really have any scars worth mentioning. (or as Lex would say, “my scars are all mental ;)”)

burns: not really many burn scars either. a small and perfectly circular one on the inside of her right ring finger (accidentally bumped into the lit end of a cigarette), a faded line on her right calf from grazing the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle, but that’s really it

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: green, especially darker ones like hunter green or forest green

music genre: loves music, all kinds. most of the covers she does are older pop songs, the songs that have made it into the collective consciousness, but she will listen to or sing anything :)

movie genre: action. loves a superhero movie and not afraid to admit it.

tv show: don’t think she’s much of a tv person. more likely listens to podcasts or watches twitch streams/youtube shows. I feel like she’d be a big Buzzfeed Unsolved fan. occasionally enjoys a cooking competition show like Chopped or Iron Chef, something you can enjoy without having to commit to it. Watches them with Nick because his commentary is the best part.

pastime: music (plays guitar and piano/keyboard, and knows her way around a sampler/MIDI controller), video games (especially fps, co-op or team-based online games preferred)

food: anything Nick cooks, but especially cinnamon pumpkin cookies

drink: cherry coke, sweet iced tea, iced white mocha

book: she’s not a really big reader (not that she doesn’t enjoy it, she just has other ways she’d rather spend her time), but she’ll read just about anything on the occasion she has time to. adventure, romance, mystery, poetry, whatever. really enjoys sci-fi especially, and comic books!

HAVE THEY

passed university: she didn’t go to college per se, since Aeon isn’t technically a college so much as a very particular and multi-year job training course, but she took a few courses at the local community college. Computer programming, music theory, whatever struck her fancy. Probably found something weird that she’ll never need in real life just for the hell of it.

had sex: no

had sex in public: no

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no, but she wants one. eventually. once she settles on a design

had a broken heart: sure, in lots of different ways. the situation with her mom could certainly be considered heart-breaking...

been in love: she would deny it if you asked her, but yes. Very yes.

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: sure, yeah, why not? sleep is overrated anyway

ARE THEY

a virgin: yes. look, when you live with your brother who is a mind-reader and you have literally no way to stop loudly projecting your thoughts, sex is a tricky and awkward situation. better to just avoid it until someone comes along that’s worth it.

a cuddler: yes, very much so. Maybe a little touch-starved, despite Nick and Sally’s efforts. Someone please give her a hug.

a kisser: sometimes

scared easily: startles easily, but doesn’t actually frighten easily

jealous easily: not really. envy, on the other hand...

trustworthy: yes, but she’ll be the first to tell you not to tell her any secrets. She can’t promise what people can hear from her thoughts

dominant: not really. Can be assertive, but prefers to kind of go with the flow

submissive: not really submissive either, though maybe leans more toward it than toward dominant

in love: with her brother’s best friend. Has been for years now, expects she will be for the foreseeable future. She accepts that she will spend her life pining from afar. It’s not like Gray could ever feel the same, right?

single: yep

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: nope

thought of suicide: I don’t think so

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: no

rode a horse: nope

have / had a job: her situation makes it a little difficult to work normal jobs. I would imagine she makes money through patreon with her music, and she will eventually have a job at Unity as a MIV, once she finishes at Aeon

have any fears: loss of control (again), not being good enough, abandonment, rejection (specifically being rejected for things she can’t change; she’s fine if people don’t like her for her personality, some people just have bad taste)

FAMILY

sibling(s): older brother Nick, relationship status: besties against all odds

Parents: John and Hope Wiseman, relationship status: fucking complicated

children: none, she is baby

pets: none

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Aurienne the Sparrow

GENERAL

name: Aurienne the Sparrow. She had a last name once, but she doesn’t remember it.

alias(es): Ari, Little Bird, The Sparrow Queen

gender: nonbinary female/demigirl

age: 23

place of birth: Andoran, she assumes. It’s the first place she remembers living, at the very least.

spoken languages: Common, Elvish, a little Celestial thanks to her sister

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: Queen of the Stolen Lands, somehow

APPEARANCE

eye colour: light gray

hair colour: black

height: 5′10”

scars: a thin but deep and ragged scar across her throat that she normally keeps covered by a scarf or choker or high collar; arrow puncture in her left shoulder; long line on her inner right thigh from a greatsword that almost cut her leg off entirely; a few other minor ones

burns: a few on her fingertips from accidents with her flaming crossbow

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: gold

music genre: punk and all its subgenres :)

movie genre: she loves a musical, all musicals

tv show: dramas and monster of the week shows. wants a tv show that’ll make her cry

pastime: music (when she’s feeling confident enough to give it a try again, which is… a work in progress), reading, silly but harmless pranks. Loves to meditate a surprising amount, just sit in silent contemplation.

food: samosas, lemon macarons

drink: matcha latte with white chocolate syrup

book: has a deep and unending love of poetry

HAVE THEY

passed university: nope, didn’t go to school

had sex: yes

had sex in public: …...perhaps

gotten pregnant: nope

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes, seven sparrows down her spine. recently, the one on the back of her neck got a tiny little crown over its head :)

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: yes

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yes, but rarely

ARE THEY

a virgin: nope

a cuddler: sort of? I think she wants to be, but is scared to let herself be vulnerable like that. Will happily cuddle with anyone who initiates, though

a kisser: not really, unless she’s in a mood

scared easily: yes, but hides it well

jealous easily: nope

trustworthy: very

dominant: not really. Prefers to let others take the reins (probably not the best trait for a queen, but as she is quick to tell people, being in charge was never her idea)

submissive: most of the time. Probably a big part of why she and Tristian took so long to get together...

in love: yes, with a literal angel

single: she’s not sure??? like, they haven’t really made anything official yet, but no one would ever look at the two of them together and not think they’re a couple. they should probably have a talk about that soon

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: yes

rode a horse: yes

have / had a job: former mercenary/adventurer, former baroness, currently queen of the Stolen Lands? She’s still not entirely sure how that happened

have any fears: helplessness, losing those she loves, being silenced (again)

FAMILY

sibling(s): twin sister, Auriel the Dove

parents: both deceased (I should probably name them at some point…)

children: none. Maybe someday...

pets: an owlcat named Headchomper, a red panda named Ember, an orange tabby cat named Tiger, a giant black wolf named Baron who is technically her sister’s animal companion and also technically her nephew

#lexi wiseman #aurienne the sparrow #anytime I make lexi in a picrew I put a jacket or overshirt or hoodie on her that she definitely stole #and ari is just black tank top + scarf every time #almost gave lexi a cat but I'm not entirely sure if she and nick are cat people. but like? it's in my head now. it has a name and everything #we'll see

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dragonastra · 4 years

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1-100 on the DnD questions, for Deah >:3

Wow you're sure as hell fishing to kill me huh xD

I'll answer these under a read more cuz FUCK. I'll also try to keep it spoiler free -- I may mention stuff that hasn't come up in game but it would be stuff that might not ever come up explicitly anyway. Everything else has either been said or can be gleaned.

If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead Probably what she had been doing -- being a pirate

Who in the party would your character trust the most with their life Probably Maddie and/or Gael. Maddie is a divine soul sorcerer and probably the one Deah is closest to. Gael is our barbarian/paladin who is probably the emotional backbone of the group? He is very earnest and genuine, and also hits like a brick house.

What are your character’s core moral beliefs? [Brushes off notes I made like a year ago] Promises must be kept, and debts one day fulfilled. Clean up the messes you made. Family is more important than self. Survival means not letting the past define you. (Not all morals but those are her ideals)

What relationship does your character have with their parents and siblings? She has a twin brother, whom she would die for. Their relationship used to be solid, but theyve currently broken apart somewhat due to lies and building tension, and the brother needing to go his own way. She is still very broken up about it. Her parents are both dead, and she has not spoken of much closeness there, but describes them as "they tried their best." Her pirate captain was basically a surrogate father for her teenage years and onward until their separation, and she... misses him.

Does your character have any biases for or against certain races? Not really. She probably doesnt trust ratfolk based on where she grew up, but beyond that? If you're good, you're good.

What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority? (: fuck em. She is... shall we say... less inclined to help rich people.

Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armor, scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc. She's grown out her undercut so she has an asymmetrical style, one side of her head buzzed. She is still wearing her bright red pirate coat, but now wears a dark brown vest with purple accents underneath, as well as a long black sleeve to cover magical scars she received when she accepted a warlock pact with the hunter god. Also covering her scars is a gauntlet made by Maddie, so that they can't be detected by Detect Good and Evil and such.

What location encountered in the campaign has your character felt the most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most? Sometimes she still thinks about that nap she had on the beach at a random island they had stopped at to restock on food.

What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship? As i mentioned, she has a pact with the hunter god, Erastil. She does not worship him. In fact, she rather doesnt like gods much. She doesnt really understand other worshippers, but if they're not hurting anyone with it she doesn't really care. Their worship doesnt affect her.

If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be? Let's get this binch some navigator's tools finally!

Describe your character’s current relationship with the player character sitting to your right. We are entirely online so we don't really have table seating. Based on the order of our nicknames in discord though, that would be... Haru, our new kitsune Oracle who joined us to fill a gap while some other players went on hiatus. Deah is uncertain about him, and she is generally pretty wary about strangers in her party, but he is useful. Their relationship is not deep by any means tbh.

What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence? Stop the lord of the sea, and stop Aleksander.

Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse, children, house, etc.? ;) you'll have to ask her

Has your character ever been in love? Before the campaign, certainly not. She's hella ace, and doesn't open up easily, so she's got some confusing feelings right now for Maddie ;)

What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to your character The battle against Tokt, since this was the battle that she was able to help save a person from being possessed by a demon -- something she figured out beforehand and convinced her team about.

If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead? I mean... probably a fighter???? Or maybe a full warlock, if she was desperate enough.

What is your character’s favorite season? Probably the fall? Sailing is usually good during that time, plus the harvest is coming in on land, so there's a lot of fresh food.

What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, following stereotypical astrology? She would be an Aries based on her birthday! Our homebrew world just uses "Season Day" as time markers, with 90 days each season. She was born on Spring 12, which would translate to the first week of April.

Where in the world does your character most want to visit? She's been all over as an adventurer and a sailor. The place she'd like to visit the most is one she doesn't know about -- somewhere important to her old captain.

What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made? Deah would maybe even say joining the pirates. It was the happiest she'd ever been, but it led her brother to a path he regrets and feels pain over, and she feels a... bit guilty about that.

Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what are their stories? The only scars she has are from her pact to Erastil. She hides them, though. She's not ashamed of them, but she likes to keep them to herself... she's private like that.

What animal best represents your character? I always liken her to a hawk, especially a sea hawk. In some ways she’s like a cobra or a porcupine too -- kind of hard to get close to!

If your character could go back in time and change one thing about their life, what would it be? 😬

Which other player character does your character find themselves having the most in common with? I don't know about most in common, really, but she gets along easiest with Ro, our halfling. Their banter is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻. Honestly though? She probably has the most in common with Mercy, our tiefling fighter/paladin.

Does your character regret any particular choice the party has made? She probably regrets the party not staying behind in a certain town after a powerful enemy escaped. They thought the immediate threat had been dealt with and that another team from their guild could keep watch over the town, but then that team got surprised by an undead and two of them died. She feels at least partially responsible for that.

What would your character say their best trait would be? Her ability to perceive and track things. She has the observant feat plus the invocation that lets her see through even magical darkness!

What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational? Being abandoned.

What is currently motivating your character to stay with the party? No where else to go, really. Like, sure, she likes at least most of them and they've been through a lot!!! And she DOES you know, feel like this is a stable job, and she does feel good helping people. But... she really does have no where else to go. :(

What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class? She does enjoy reading, though she's a little slow. Her favorite books are detective/mystery novels! She also sometimes likes to practice magic tricks (like... sleight of hand stuff). And technically this isnt outside of her class, but she really does enjoy training. Let's her burn off steam.

What would most people think when they first see your character? Pretty little waif, but that resting bitch face looks like she will cut me of I even say hello (this is by design).

What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?) [Googles five man band] probably Lancer. Initially she wanted to be the Leader type but with the group dynamics and her own insecurities and issues, that isnt really truly possible for her. But she still tries to lead...

What is your character the most insecure about? :)

What person does your character admire most? Her old ship captain. Her DEAD ship captain :(

What does your character admire and dislike the most about the player character sitting to your left? She admires maddie's strength and kindness (and to a degree, innocence). Maddie's cooking skills. Maddie's family. She dislikes how nervous/anxious and possibly depressed Maddie can get :c

Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)? Her lowest stat is strength, and her second lowest is constitution. This is because she grew up poor, and was at times starving and definitely malnourished. Once she was om the pirate ship, she was regularly fed though.

What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favorite genre of music? I've been saying if she was in modern time, her favorite band would be Florence and the Machine. There's just something about the Florence sound that speaks to her. She'd definitely be into that kind of music, plus some heavier stuff leaning more towards metal or symphonic metal...

What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.) She's got the soul of a goth but the hobbies of a jock (in our team's college AU she's totally on the fencing and sailing teams). When I've drawn her in modern day she is usually wearing athleisure (capris leggings, loose tank top, sports bra, e.g.) but also it's mostly dark colors. She's Joth.

What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collected during the adventure is the most important to them? Toby :) just kidding, the pseudodragon isn't an item!!! Specifically collected during the adventure, probably her force blade. Her brother had found it, but had given it to her, near the beginning of the adventure.

Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your character longs to find? She's not really looking out for items, no.

Where does your character feel the most at home? On the beach, on the ship. Specific locations to call home, she does finally feel like she has a stable place to call home in the patty's estate.

Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others? How do they change themselves to fit in with other people? She's worn disguises and fake names before, but that's mostly to protect herself during her pirate years. She doesn't care a whole lot, but she does want to appear somewhat intimidating so that unsavoury people won't approach her LMAO. But she also wants to be seen as nice by children and poor folk, so she does soften a bit when they're around.

What does your character think is the true meaning of life? Happiness. Safety. Survival. Family/community.

What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a description that sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.) She's always got a slight scent of salt on her, reminding you just a bit of the sea. For herself, she prefers to just smell... clean, so there's a fresher floral scent lingering...

Does your character think more with their heart or their brain? She tries to think more with her brain but sometimes the bottled up emotions get to be a bit much.

What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare? BEING. ABANDONED.

What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHED GROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragonmarked Houses, royal crown, etc.) She hates (most) rich people and used to be a pirate, so you can kind of figure it out.

How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they grow up/who were their childhood friends? :(

What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?) I dunno man she is just taking things one step at a time.

What colors are associated with your character? Red is her primary color. She also uses blacks/dark grays and a light purple as an accent. She's using more brown now tho to represent her connection to the hunter god.

Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in dire circumstances? Maddie always. Then Ro. Then Gael. Haru would probably be up there because he is squishy and also mostly blind.

Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos? A mix of pathos and logos is most effective on Deah. Logos probably most of all, but there are pathos buttons that hold away above all that... if you know which buttons to press.

If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what would they use it for? Currently? To bring back her pirate captain. She knows its selfish but...

What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.? Her favorite spell is stab with rapier.

How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party? She keeps secrets pretty regularly! Basically if the party needs to know, then the secret should be shared. But if it doesnt really affect the group or something important, and the person doesnt want to share, then go ahead and keep the secret.

What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by? Dragons probably, at this point. Definitely an influence by me the player, haha, but it's buoyed by an early meeting with a particular dragon that sparked her interest.

When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ she didnt have life plans as a kid. She just wanted her and her brother to live.

The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond? That's already happened LMAO. Deah didnt know how to react so her brain blur screened and she ran away from the situation for a bit.

If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with? If it only involved herself, Deah would probably go do it. But if it was a huge net loss for the group, she wouldn't, if that makes sense? It's hard to make sweeping statements like that.

Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s? She values her own interest for sure, but she would prioritize the party's if one meant dunking on the other. She knows what it's like to sail with a tight knit crew; sometimes you sacrifice to make the group as a whole better/happier.

What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group? Oh gosh, uh.... I mean, if they decide to help her enemies (not likely to happen, there are a couple shared ones). If they don't let her do something she REALLY wants... I can't really think of anything specific.

How does your character imagine the way they will die? Tragically.

What is your character’s greatest achievement? Taming her pseudodragon ;w;

Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others in order to achieve their goal? Hmm... not to a certain degree. Eh, probably not. She only really wants to risk herself, not others. Risking others doesn't give them the choice.

What is your character’s opinion on killing others? She does it all the time!! But if they're defenseless or not fighting back, she won't.

What is your character’s favorite food? Beverage? She really loves fresh baked bread!! As for beverage, uh.... I guess she'd like water with like, something fruity mixed in???

How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’t know? To the poor and to kids? Very. Also, recently, she gave all of the money she got from a quest to a townsperson to help them rebuild their city a bit (secretly of course. Not even her team knows she did that, though maybe some of them suspect hahaha)

What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone in the party? Once again... probably most envious of Maddie!! She comes up a lot doesn't she ;P

The player character to your left and the player character to your right are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Who does your character believe? Maddie vs Haru? Shed probably lean towards Maddie :p

What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex? I've described Deah as Panromantic Asexual. She is rather sex averse and has difficulty pinpointing romantic feelings as well, being rather prickly at times.

What is your character’s biggest pet peeve? When people try to dig into something she doesn't want to share at the moment.

Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc. The current objective/situation involves her backstory, so you'll see soon ;)

Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret? Maddie of course! She trusts Gael, but not with secrets. Similarly, she trusts Mercy to hold an oath to the best of her ability, but not if a secret comes up -- same with Rudi. Ro does what she wants LMAO and she isnt telling Haru anything personal atm.

If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life? I dont want to think about that question and neither does Deah

What makes your character feel safe? Having her weapons. Having her pact/her pact scars.

If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be? Nah, she likes Fortune's Blades

What memory does your character want to forget the most? Cal leaving. It's probably her most painful memory.

If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so? She's already multi classed and her reasons for becoming a warlock are kind of muddied. She explained them initially but maaaaybe wasn't 100% truthful. If she had to pick a third, probably uh.... fighter?????

What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?) I would HOPE she would be friends with Elizabeth Swan (: but idk lol

What unusual talents does your character possess? Sharp senses and magic tricks.

How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower? It's rather situational. She tries to be a leader type, but she also realizes she's not at the top of the leader chain (and, with her party, at times different people take the head, so it's almost more consult-y like).

What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?) The player of Cal, her brother, chose his name first from a generator. I like to construct my names sometimes from different name elements, so I made hers to match the sound of her twin's (that is, make it sound like it came from the same language). Her name is constructed of "Feld-" (field) and "-Deah" (dye) so her first name translates roughly to "field of dye." Her original last name is Shearwater, which is a real life sea bird but also follows the traditional elven naming convention (their dad was an elf). She never felt much of an attachment to her last name. She recently changed her last name to Blackheart, which was the moniker of her captain.

Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert? Introvert for sure

How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all? She would go as far as she needs to, but would never force others to make that same decision.

What does your character want to be remembered by? At one point she thought she would eventually be a famous pirate captain. But mostly I think she just wants to be remembered by those who love her and by those she helped...

What would be your character’s major in college? Fuck, uh... I had discussed this before.... I think I made her pre-law??? Math major???

Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else? Something else. She doesn't really care about that, she's just Being.

What major arcana tarot card best represents your character? I believe last it was discussed I had picked the Chariot for her.

Where does your character see themselves in 20 years? If not dead from adventuring, then settled somewhere nice, hopefully...

What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it? For a long time she was the Sokka of the group, the only non-magic user. Then she got her pact. She's still kind of awkward about it, and at times really doesn't like magic, but she sees it as a tool. A means to an end.

Who is your character’s biggest rival? Rival?????? I guess Morrigan tbh??? Cuz a rival isn't an enemy, and she had a thing going with Morrigan (her player is on hiatus tho). In some ways she rivals Mercy too. A dance of similarities and differences.

What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure? Fine, beautiful dresses. She doesn't own any, because it's a waste of money, but.... she wants them. Secretly.

What does your character hope for the afterlife? Peace and rest.

Who in the party does your character trust the least? Haru, currently, simply by virtue of being new.

What is your character’s biggest flaw? BIGGEST flaw???? Uhhhmmm..... Her secrecy probably. Her tendency to run away from really big, painful problems, to bottle up her emotions around that until everything just gets worse.

How did your character learn the languages that they speak? Common, prucrician and Elvish she learned just growing up. Deep, she just... mysteriously knows. Doesn't know why she can speak it. Draconic she learned at first from Rudi, and then from a dragonborn NPC to finish her lessons during a timeskip.

What is your character’s favorite school of magic/type of weaponry? Rapier

What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness? Why must she choose? Wealth, because that brings health and happiness in her eyes. (Because money buys food and when you have food.....)

What advice would your character give to a younger version of themselves? I know it's hard, but open up more. You don't have to keep it to yourself to protect others. Your brother can be your friend as well... you don't have to just keep holding yourself back for your friends and family.

Are there any social or political issues your character feels strongly about? She doesn't feel super strongly about politics, having been a pirate. She feels strongly about protecting children and poor though, as I've mentioned.

What, currently, is your character the most curious about? The afterlife. Erastil, but specifically just that one god. Her ship captain.

#dnd #dicefunctional #deah shearwater

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phantomtied · 4 years

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ith𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 ,

Repost, don’t reblog.

BASICS.

full name. radames zero the jackal nickname. zero,zerry,rada (only to people who know his name/close to him) gender. male height. 3′7″ age. 25-26 spoken languages. Arabic & english

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. White eye color. blue and yellow skin tone fur. black and white accent. american english,but sometimes his accent slips in dominant hand. ambidextrous, favors the left hand a bit more due to vision posture. zero has decent posture most times,sometimes he does slump over in his chair or standing mostly when hes tired. scars. he has quite a few,the ones most noticeable would be the scar across his right eye and the ones on his chest usually covered by bandages most noticeable feature(s). eyes/eyebags and his big & fluffy tail

CHILDHOOD.

siblings. N/A parents. Faris (father), Leila (mother) parental involvement. raised by his parents,spent time training and helping his dad with work as he got older,affection was shown when he did things the right way to them or when he listened.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. Mercenary -> eggman empire -> n/a currently current residence. Coles home in the forest area of sunset heights relationship status. (verse dependent) single or taken mode of transportation:walking mostly? criminal record. HAH theres offing people off as a merc,and assisting eggman in a war and harming thousands upon taking most the world.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass time. treasure hunting,reading,playing videogames,stealing stuff mental illnesses. depression , ptsd,anxiety,paranoia fears. being abandoned , feeling useless , public spaces,lightning,loosing the ones he cares about self-confidence level. its pretty low,zero doesnt always have that much confident in himself he tries his best to hide it but it does end up showing. vulnerabilities. represses emotions, lashes out because of said repressing , struggles with accepting / giving physical affection , big abandonment/trust issues , afraid of interacting with others

tagged by: no one stole this!

tagging: @pistolbitten @ironicfatc @heroquills @knightofthelake @unfadinglight @mercalimari @prrrower @wereclaw + anyone else who wants to give this a go!

#[meme stuff]#[headcanon]#this was fun hh

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k-popscenxrios · 5 years

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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 7 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: It’s your local slacker here! Get ready, because this chapter is probably the best yet. I feel like I say that with every post, but I honestly feel that way! Anyway, on with the show! ;p

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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”Hey Tae,” I smiled as I walked in the door. Jungkook walked in behind me as Taehyung glanced up at the two of us. He seemed to be a little more tense than normal, and I felt worry bubble in my stomach.

I walked over to him and sat down on the couch next to him. He tried to give me a smile, but I could tell that it was forced.

“Is everything okay?” I asked as Taehyung took a deep breath. I looked over at Jungkook as he also seemed to grow concerned at his friends sad state.

“Well, work was just plain horrible,” Taehyung bitterly laughed as I frowned and grabbed his hand to comfort him, “it’s my own fault, really. I kinda deserved it.”

“I doubt that very seriously,” I squeezed his hand, “Just tell us what happened.”

…

Taehyung walked in the door to his workplace as he felt nerves bubble in his stomach. He was working a shift with Jennie and Hana.

Hana was one of the sweetest girls that he had ever met. She was an old high school acquaintance, and when he started his job at the coffee shop, she was very nice to teach him all the ins and outs of the store. He already knew what he needed to brew the coffees, so she spent more time giving him tips on how to deal with certain coworkers.

When she started going over what to do and not do around Jennie, the atmosphere between them seemed to shift. Taehyung became more aware of the fact that he was working with Jennie than he was of the words Hana was saying to him.

When he met up with Jennie, she was quick to start flirting with him a decent bit. She was very eager to have a conversation with him, which in hindsight, Taehyung was pretty sure that she just wanted back in Jungkook’s life. It would explain why she seemed so excited that the two of them were not only still friends, but best friends.

Because of being blinded by Jennie and her sudden interest in him, Hana has become a second thought. Taehyung wasn’t even sure if he’d actually properly had a conversation with her after Jennie and him began flirting.

He was determined to not only apologize to the poor girl, but to ask her out on a date. He was terrified that it wasn’t going to go well, but he wasn’t going to flake out of it.

It wasn’t long before he spotted Hana standing in the back near one of their training computers. She was probably tasked with assigning the other new employees their training modules online, as well as running a few of them through a few demonstrations with their machines.

“Hey, Hana,” Taehyung greeted with a small smile as she spun around with a surprised look on her face. He didn’t fail to notice the hint of red in her cheeks over him speaking to her. “I don’t know how to best start this, but I just wanted to apologize to you.”

She slightly frowned and glanced behind him before looking in his eyes again.

“I’ve been pretty rude to you, and I have no excuse for it. I would love to take you out for dinner tonight if you’re free.”

She opened her mouth with a shocked expression on her face. She seemed almost upset over his words, and Taehyung felt himself grow increasingly nervous.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung,” she swallowed and slightly grimaced, “I’ve actually got a date tonight, already. He was the class president in high school if you remember him… Kim Namjoon?”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Namjoon? That guy? Now that Taehyung thought about it, he didn’t have a clue what that man was up to, anymore. Hoseok has been the Vice President if their class senior year, and that was Taehyung’s only tie to the guy.

“How is he?” Taehyung tried to change the subject, and Hana didn’t fail to notice why.

“He’s good. I haven’t seen him since high school, but I ran into him at the Apple Store. He works there now. He’s actually the one who fixed my phone.” Hana slightly blushed in embarrassment as Taehyung took a deep breath.

“He’s working at Apple? Just as a tech guy or…?”

“Pretty sure he’s the manager there,” Hana looked down. Taehyung bit his tongue as he just nodded and took a deep breath.

“That’s really awesome for him. Tell him Taehyung said hi when you see him tonight.”

Taehyung wasted no time turning around and almost rushing away. Hana reached out and called out his name to stop him from rushing off, but he was out of the back room before her voice left her throat.

…

I took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. He tried to seem like he was okay, but I could see through him easily.

“She’s probably making out with him at his unnecessarily large house that he has downtown,” Taehyung sad bitterly as I ran my fingers through his hair to try and relax him.

“Taehyung, stop,” I spoke softly, “so what if he might have more money than you? Plus, there are plenty of girls out there. You didn’t even mention this girl to me when you were in school.”

Taehyung stayed quiet at that fact.

“She’s not the only person out there. There are so many beautiful girls that are just waiting for Kim Taehyung to fall for them.”

Taehyung looked over at me and smiled sadly. He grabbed my hand that was playing with his hair and pulled it down to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you, Ari,” he squeezed my hand as I leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, too,” I responded after placing the kiss. We pulled away from each other afterward just for us to sit in silence.

“I talked to Hoseok about you,” Taehyung spoke up as both Jungkook and I seemed to simultaneously stiffen.

“What’d he say?” I was dying to look Jungkook’s way, but I was not about to freak Taehyung out. He was already upset as it is.

“He said that he was going to text you when he got home tonight. He wants to go on a real date with you,” Taehyung smiled excitedly as I tried to mimic his excitement. It’d be my first real date…

But something in my gut made me feel guilty. What did I have to feel guilty about? This really sweet, really smart guy wants to go on a real date with me!

I gave in to my urges as I looked Jungkook’s way. I couldn’t help but feel my heart being squeezed as I realized that Jungkook was indifferently scrolling through his phone. He didn’t seem to care.

...and who as I kidding? Why did I care what he was thinking or feeling? We hate each other…

I glanced at my phone, but I still didn’t have any messages. I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about what Taehyung said. Shouldn’t he be home by now?

“Have you gotten a text?” Taehyung asked as I looked up with slightly wide eyes. I was staring at my phone a little too long…

“Yeah!” I lied as I tried to glance at Jungkook discreetly, “I didn’t think anything of it, but he sent one a bit ago. It was from an unknown number, so I didn’t open the message.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Taehyung ruffled my hair as I pouted and moved away from his hand.

“Thanks, now I’m going to my room to change. Don’t bother me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Jungkook mumbled as Taehyung just laughed. I swallowed and glared his way before rushing off to my room.

It was weird having a shift without seeing Chaeyoung or Jungkook, but it was actually kind of nice. I was able to focus more on getting the job done in a timely manner instead of being distracted.

I was working the same shift as Yoongi, but he was working concessions while I was, like usual, cleaning.

It wasn’t a very busy day, to my relief, making the shift an easy one. It didn’t take me more than five minutes to clean each theater.

I was about to mark today as a very uneventful day, but when my eyes met the eyes of my old friend, Soomin, my eyes widened. A million emotions flowed within me as a huge smile appeared on her face. She rushed up to me with excitement as I smiled and tried to not freak out on the outside.

“Ari!! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” She opened her arms up for a hug as I responded by leaning in and wrapped my arms around her, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” I nodded as we pulled away from the hug, “What about you? Are you having fun at college?”

“Are you kidding?” Soomin leaned forward and her eyes grew wide with excitement, “College is the best! I have never had this many friends at once! Not to mention that I have several hot guys that are hitting on me all at once.”

“Wow,” I swallowed as I raised my eyebrows, “Sounds like you’ve been living it up!”

“Hell yeah!” She glanced around and spotted Yoongi behind one of the registers, “I see Yoongi still works here, too. Any luck?”

I shook my head and shrugged, “No. We’ve talked about it, but we’re just not right for each other.”

Soomin pursed her lips in disappointment as she seemed to be racking her brain for another topic to catch up on.

“How’s Taehyung?” she smiled as I felt relieved at her topic choice. As much as I was dying to ask, I was terrified to talk about Jungkook with her.

“He’s great! He’s actually home for the summer,” I informed as Soomin’s expression very subtly shifted to a grimace.

“You wanna know who else is home? Jeon Jungkook. I ran into him while getting groceries. He didn’t even seem to remember me,” she crossed her arms across her chest, “The guy’s an ass, but he’s so damn hot. It’s like he knows I could never hate him…”

“Whoa,” I held up a hand to stop her, “Jungkook… this guy ruined your high school experience and you don’t hate him?”

“Maybe he did,” Soomin nodded and slightly shrugged, “But I kinda see things the way he did now that I’m the one breaking the hearts.”

“That’s not a good thing,” I shook my head and creased my eyebrows. “You don’t want to be like him.”

“But if I am, he’s more likely to give me another chance, right?” Soomin winked as I gave her an incredulous look.

“Have you gone mad? No! He’s not going to have any interest in you just because you might act like he used to.” I shook my head and put a hand on my forehead. This girl was making my head hurt.

“I know there are other guys out there, but none of them have any competition with Jungkook. I mean, if you had slept with him like I did, you would understand that you can’t not live with someone as delicious as him.”

I felt disgust wash over me as I just looked at my old friend with a sad expression. I was relieved at first to see that she was having fun at college, but this was too much. Jungkook was not worth this… and he certainly won’t look her way like she wants him to…

“Soomin, you’re talking crazy here,” I shook my head, “Jungkook is the bane of your existence!” I swallowed as Soomin just laughed and looked away from me.

“I love you, Ari,” she put a hand on my shoulder as I looked down at it, “but you’ll just never understand. Jungkook is just… on another level. I love to love him.”

“Okay,” I laughed and drew a line through the air with my hand, “Screw that. Screw all of this.”

Soomin retracted her hand from me as I tried to calm myself down. Her eyes grew wide as she realized just how… angry her words were making me. “Ari…”

“This guy is literally the worst. He’s selfish and possessive, and he will never admit when he’s wrong even when he clearly is,” I rambled on as Soomin uncomfortably looked behind me. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off.

“No, listen to me,” I glared as she just swallowed and closed her mouth again. Her eyes didn’t meet mine again, but I continued anyway, “This guy ruined you for nearly three years of your life, and he doesn’t even remember what you did! He only sees things in the interest of himself, and himself alone.”

“A-Ari,” she spoke as I sighed and looked in the direction of her eyes. My whole being stiffened when my eyes locked onto the eyes of the man who is just been insulting. “You didn’t mention that he works here.”

I swallowed and felt literal fear in my gut as Jungkook’s eyes pierced into mine. “I know you hate me, but you don’t have to lie about me to girls who are interested.”

I clenched my fist as my nails painfully dug into the skin on my palm. I tried not to back down as I looked at him, but his eyes scared me. He’s never looked at me like that before. “I’m trying to save her from being used by you again.”

“Who said I’d use her?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow and took a few steps closer in my direction. I took a few steps back, but when my back hit the drink counter behind me, I had nowhere to run. “You sure like to jump to conclusions.”

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered at him with a glare on my face. A sadistic smirk leaked into his features as he took a step uncomfortably close to me.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he eyed Soomin for a couple seconds before looking back down to me.

“You called her a crazy bitch,” I whispered desperately feeling my whole being shake, “You publically humiliated her because of how much you hated her.”

“I humiliated her because she didn’t sleep with just me.”

My eyes widened as I felt rage burn in my chest. I wanted to hit him and curse him, but we were in the middle of the lobby. I was not about to cause people to complain about disgruntled employees arguing while they were supposed to be working.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this a week ago?” I felt my voice waver as I tried to stay calm.

“You wanna know who else slept with her?” Jungkook’s sadistic smile was making me increasingly upset. I didn’t like this smile…

I barely even had the brain capacity to realize that his cologne was filling my every sense. He definitely put on two times the amount that he normally does.

“Quite honestly, no,” I spoke as I tried to push the thought of his cologne out of my head. He’d smelled like this when he first got up in my personal space. Why was it affecting me so much right now?

“You wanna tell her?” Jungkook glanced over at Soomin as I looked at her with the same torn and confused look. “If not, I will.”

“Jungkook, just go away,” I slightly pleaded, but he wasn’t having it. He was not just pissed, he was furious.

“I want you to guess,” he looked down at my hands as they started to fidget nervously, “it’s someone my age…”

“Stop,” I shook my head as Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair.

“He’s a little taller than me,” Jungkook continued before placing a hand on the counter behind me.

“Jungkook, this isn’t funny,” I pleaded as he gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white.

“He has the same family name as you. What a coincidence, right?”

“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered as I shoved him away from me. I looked across the lobby to see Yoongi looking my way, and I didn’t hesitate to rush his way. I sent one more glance Soomin’s way as I felt my heart rip out of my chest.

“I didn’t get to tell you who it was, Ari!” Jungkook called out, pulling a lot of attention to the two of us. I was just thankful that there weren’t a lot of people in the lobby at this moment.

“Go to hell,” I spoke as I felt tears about to break through. No, I was not about to cry in front of this man. I was not about to go through him faking concern just to get me to depend on him. I was starting to see through his games.

“So if you have a right to hate me so much for this, it’s only fair to show this other guy just as much hate.”

I was sick of being manipulated by this douchebag.

I opened the door to the back room and spotted Yoongi immediately. I rushed his way, and he let me crash into him, giving him a hug that I really needed.

“Why is life so unfair?” I spoke with a weak voice, “Th-there’s no way that my best friend slept with… with…”

“You don’t have to say it,” Yoongi spoke into my hair, “I’m sure she didn’t do it to hurt you.”

“That explains why she never talked to me about it,” I continued talking into his shirt and I squeezed him to me, “she didn’t want me finding out that she turned around and also slept with her own best friend’s brother!”

Yoongi stayed quiet at my words as I took a deep breath. Some tears leaked from my eyes and I let them soak into his shirt. I needed to calm down before Jungkook decided to follow me back here to shout more insensitive accusations at me.

I lightly pulled away from Yoongi as he continued to look at me. He grabbed one of my hands and ran his thumb against the back of my hand. “I’m sorry, Ari…”

“God, I hate him,” I shook my head and violently wiped away my tears, “I hate that bastard. He’s toying with me and he’s having so much fun doing it.”

Yoongi stayed silent as I moved my hand out of his, “I keep thinking that we can get along and actually be civil with one another, but something always happens to make everything turn to hell.”

“Ari…” Yoongi started, but I wasn’t done.

“I don’t want to be in love with him.”

The room grew incredibly silent at my words as the both of us stiffened. Neither of us could believe what I had just admitted. I was having trouble deciphering what exactly I meant when I said that.

“No, I’m not…” I shook my head and laughed bitterly, “I’m not in love with that guy… I’m in love with the idea of him.”

“That idea?” Yoongi sounded more confused than ever, “When has that guy showed you any redeeming qualities? He just seems like a huge ass to me.”

“When he needs to be, he’s really… soft. He says the sweetest things that make me feel good inside,” I explained, “but those moments are miniscule to the amount of times that he’s pissed me off.”

“So minuscule that I didn’t know those moments existed,” Yoongi commented as I stiffened. The door to the back room was being pushed open, and I hurried to sniff and wipe all my tears away. It wouldn’t take a genius to notice that I had cried a little just by looking at my eyes, but Jungkook didn’t seem to notice.

He stayed silent and walked over to the computer to clock in. I swallowed and looked at Yoongi as Yoongi opened his mouth to say something.

“I didn’t know you were working today.”

Jungkook looked up at the two of us as he eyed me for a little longer, “I’m covering for Jaemi. She called in sick.”

I felt my dread grow as I realize that for the last two hours of my shift, I have to work on cleaning theaters with this guy.

“Great,” I nodded as I spoke through my teeth. It was starting to feel like he did this on purpose. “We’ll just split the theaters or something.”

“Nah.”

Yoongi and I both raised our eyebrows at Jungkook as I dared myself to open my mouth.

“Excuse me? I’m the one in charge, so I make the decisions.” I swallowed and felt my eyes narrow him, “I don’t think we’ll get much done with the two of us working together.”

“How do you know that I’ll actually clean the theaters if you aren’t there to supervise me? If the theaters don’t get clean, it’ll be all on you since, you know, you’re the one in charge.”

...what a manipulative…

“C’mon man, she obviously doesn’t want to deal with you today. Cut her some slack,” Yoongi stood up for me as Jungkook looked at him. He didn’t say anything for several seconds before he took a deep breath and pulled his phone out.

“Fine. I’ll just go ask for my own theater schedule,” he spoke as he turned around and walked out of the room. I took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to calm myself down.

“Thank you,” I smiled Yoongi’s way, but the smile was weak and pathetic.

“No problem,” he nodded, “but I should get back to work. Seokjin has been on my back recently about slacking off.”

“Sounds about right,” a real laugh left my throat as my smile slowly filled out into a real one, “promise me that you’ll wait for me before you go home? You’re scheduled to get off around the same time as me.”

“I’ll wait, don’t worry.”

With that, I made my way out of the back room, only to come face to face with the girl who I used to call my best friend.

“Ari…” she swallowed as I looked away from her, “I’m sorry I never told you… We had gotten drunk at someone’s house and made a huge mistake.”

“But why… why did Jungkook announce it to the whole school?” I felt myself growing increasingly curious for the answer.

“He walked in on Taehyung and I… he got really pissed because I had slept with him the night before. He started yelling and called me a bitch… I don’t remember much else since I was drunk, but I know I made him upset and angry.”

I felt my eyebrows furrow, “He was mad that his one night stand slept with his best friend. Am I right on that?”

Soomin nodded and started playing with the hem on her shirt, “I tried to apologize to him, but he was so pissed that he didn’t listen. He shouted our secret out to the lunchroom because he was mad at not just me. He was also mad at Taehyung.”

I felt my brain having a hard time comprehending why Jungkook would be so mad over something like that. I was justified on why I was upset because that was my brother for goodness sake, but…

“Did Jungkook like you?” I bluntly asked as Soomin bit her lip. She took a deep breath and her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not sure… I know that he was the best sex I’ve ever had, but I’m not sure if he feels the same way,” she answered honestly as I took a few deep breaths. “I… told him that I didn’t want a relationship so that he would sleep with me, and it didn’t take me long to cave and tell him that I did want to date him.”

“Obviously he rejected me,” she continued before wrapping her arms around herself, “and I got so upset that I told myself that I was going to sleep with someone else. I didn’t seek Taehyung out, but when I spotted him, I thought…” she swallowed as I looked down and put a hand on my forehead, “I’m really sorry, Ari.”

“Setting all this crap aside,” I took a deep breath and moved my hand to the back of my neck, “why would you want to date him still?”

“I don’t know,” she shook her head and looked in the direction of the office. Jungkook was walking out of it, and I felt nauseous when our eyes locked on to one another’s. “There’s just something about him that has me coming back to him.”

Jungkook continued to look at me as I could have sworn I saw his eyes soften. I thought that he was going to walk back over to us, but when he turned around and walked toward the theaters, I felt my heart drop.

“Ari…” Soomin called as I snapped my attention back on her, “If you can’t forgive me after finding out about this, I understand… but I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

I felt words coming out of my mouth before I had any chance to stop them, “Don’t touch Jungkook.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as I felt my face heat up. There was no use in trying to cover up my blunder, “I’ll forgive you if you move on from Jungkook.”

Soomin didn’t seem to know what to say to that as she narrowed her eyes into mine. She looked like she was thinking as she pursed her lips.

“Now… why would you care about Jungkook and I?” she continued to keep the same serious expressions on her face as I tried my hardest to not get flustered.

“I just don’t want him messing with you again. He’s done enough damage to the both of us,” I spoke with a steady voice. I felt my expression harden as Soomin seemed to believe me, “He’s not worth it.”

Soomin slowly nodded and looked off in the direction that Jungkook had just gone in. “I guess that’s fair… but I can’t promise you anything.”

I felt my heart drop at her words as she started to move away from me, “But I have to go. I promised to meet a guy somewhere nearby so I thought I’d come to say hi to you…”

I took a deep breath as my eyebrows creased. I hated to end things off on this note with her, but I wasn’t about to hold her up, “Okay… I’ll see you.”

She just nodded and walked out the front doors a couple seconds later. I felt nerves swallow me whole as I thought about the whole situation. I wanted more than anything to change my feelings for Jungkook. I’d prefer Yoongi any day…

…

Jungkook and I had barely seen each other for the entirety of the two hours he’d been here, and it was finally time for me to head out. I was eager to get home just so that I could curl up in my room and watch anything to get my mine off of this.

I had been finishing my last theater when Jungkook walked in to help out. We’d split the theaters up, but Jungkook got done with his before I got done with mine.

We didn’t say anything to each other as we finished up our job and started walking down the steps in the theater.

“Don’t mention any of that to Taehyung,” Jungkook broke the silence with a soft voice. His tone told me that he wasn’t trying to start an argument.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to not snap at him. I was still upset about how… harshly he put everything.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” he confessed as I stopped walking and looked his way. I leaned against the wall behind me as Jungkook stopped walking and turned around to face me.

“Then why did you?” I let go of my broom and dustpan, setting them against the wall behind me.

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling in distress, “I was sick of you constantly arguing with me over that instance. It didn’t used to bother me back when Taehyung originally told me to never tell you, but it was just getting ridiculous.”

I swallowed and looked down.

“You’ve been hating me so much all this time, and how does it feel to finally know the truth? Your own brother is who this should be directed at,” Jungkook spoke, his voice growing more and more upset.

“Jungkook, just because you weren’t in the wrong for this one instance doesn’t make you a better person in my eyes,” I shook my head as I tried my best to glare at him, “You’ve been excessively rude at me, and quite frankly, you can be really hurtful.”

Jungkook dropped his broom and dust pan and slowly walked in my direction, “You say that like you’ve never said anything hurtful to me or about me before. What was that stuff you were saying to Soomin not even three hours ago?”

“You’re still a playboy, Jungkook,” I laughed, but it was humourless, “You just wanted my best friend for sex, and when she gave it to you, you were done with her.”

“How do you even know that I still do shit like that?” Jungkook slightly glared as he moved suffocatingly close to me again. His feet were only a foot away from me as I swallowed and leaned further into the wall, “If you get to call me a playboy, then does that give me the right to call you a loner?”

“What proof do you have that you don’t just sleep with random girls anymore? You’re off at college for God’s sake! All people do is have sex and complain about high tuition.” I shot back as I tried to not focus on the loner comment.

Jungkook stayed quiet for a couple seconds as his eyes continued to pierce mine. I felt my nerves increase by tenfold as Jungkook took a small step closer to me. His scent was filling all my senses, and my heart was going crazy.

“I guess I don’t have proof, but why do I need to prove anything to you?” he took a deep breath, his voice growing a little softer. “Besides, the only thing I cared about was telling you the truth. Wouldn’t it piss you off if someone went around bad mouthing you because of a misunderstanding?”

“I don’t think I misunderstood you,” I glared his way. I needed to stay strong and not fall for any of his advances. I couldn’t let him win this, “I still have the same opinion of you.”

“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow as I nodded and reached out to push him away from me. My hand landed on his chest and began pushing him away. He started to let me push him away, but in one swift motion, he grabbed my hand and pinned it against the wall.

My eyes widened as Jungkook’s grip tightened around my wrist. His free hand reached up and touched my cheek as it took all of my willpower to reach up and remove his hand from me. I looked away from him and once more tried to shove him off me, but he wasn’t having it.

His hand that had caressed my cheek suddenly grabbed my free hand, moving both hands to be pinned beside my head. His body was almost pressed completely against mine as I swallowed and dared myself to look back into his eyes.

“Tell me that you still feel the same way about me.” he mumbled as I felt my heart trying to launch out of my chest, “I want you to spit in my face right now and tell me you hate me.”

I swallowed as he just looked in my eyes. The longer the silence went on, the bigger the smirk on his face grew.

“Cat got your tongue?” he whispered as I took a deep breath. His cologne was the last straw as I swallowed and tried to pull out of his hold.

“I-I hate you,” I spoke in a weak voice as Jungkook just chuckled.

“I’m sure you do,” he was being such a cocky bastard… I wanted more than anything for me to gain super strength to smack the smug look off his face.

His nose brushed against mine as our eyes locked again. His eyes were almost predatory as I felt my nerves spike.

I was not about to become another one of those girls.

“I do,” I spoke, my voice growing in confidence, “I honestly, genuinely hate you.”

Jungkook wasn’t buying it, but he let go of my wrists. He didn’t move away from me as his hands once again moved to caress my face. I felt my heart jump as he held my face with one hand, running his hand through my hair with the other.

This scene felt reminiscent of when we almost kissed yesterday…

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he leaned into me, his lips practically ghosting over mine. His eyes didn’t leave mine as I felt by breaths become shaky. I wasn’t going to let this happen... I wasn’t going to…

“I have to be honest,” Jungkook spoke lowly as his soft and low voice rang in my ears. I didn’t know he could sound so… sexy…

“When I first moved in, I knew you’d be fun to mess with,” he continued as I felt myself growing impatient, “I thought that it would be fun to fight with you since you’re such a child.”

“Jungkook,” I almost whispered, but when his bottom lip ghosted over my top lip, I felt my voice leave me.

“The more I fight with you…” his smirk turned into a genuine smile as I moved my hands to the front of his shirt. He was taking too long. “...the more I think you’re really damn hot.”

Without another second to spare, his lips engulfed mine in a rough manner. He leaned his whole body into me as I pulled him completely against me. I even felt a whimper come from my mouth as Jungkook tilted his head, applying more pressure to the kiss. He pushed me further into the wall, his hands trailing all down my body. I heard a low moan come from his throat as I violently grabbed the collar of his shirt.

I felt myself become slightly clumsy when Jungkook licked my bottom lip, seemingly asking for entrance to my mouth. I’d only briefly kissed one other boy before, and this was completely new territory for me.

“Are you scared of my tongue or something?” Jungkook taunted as I pulled his mouth back onto mine. He let a low growl erupt in his throat as I opened my mouth, allowing him the access that he had asked for before. I felt nerves bubble in my chest as he twirled his tongue around mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue better than I ever had.

His hands that were running up and down my torso were now rooted on my hips as I felt him violently grip at them. He pulled my hips toward his as he leaned into me so far that I started to have to lean back. He smirked against my mouth as I moved my hands into his hair, roughly pulling at his roots.

“Dear God,” Jungkook moaned into me as I swallowed and let a small moan out, myself. His mouth started trailing down my neck as I closed my eyes, running my hands through his soft hair.

“You’re so,” I took a deep breath to hold back from being a moaning mess, “damn annoying…”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop?” Jungkook asked, but he didn’t stop kissing my neck. His tongue even began running along my skin as I felt myself melt into him.

“No,” I simply whined as Jungkook smirked into me. His tongue trialed all the way back up my jaw, and he wasted no time connecting our lips again. I felt my eagerness grow as I daringly wrapped one of my legs around his waist. At my movement, Jungkook pressed himself into me, one of his hands trailing it’s way down to my rear.

“Jungkook-” I felt my face heat up at how desperate I sounded. I felt so embarrassed on how turned on I had gotten, and we were supposed to be working. “Jungkook we’ll get caught if we keep this up.”

“So?” he mumbled against my lips as he captured them yet again. He continued to move his hips into mine as I put my leg back down on the ground.

“K-Kook,” I managed to say through the kiss as he sighed and pulled away from me, “Yoongi might come looking for me if I don’t go clock out in the next minute or two…”

Jungkook took a deep breath and swallowed, pulling away from me. His arms were shaking and he ran his fingers through his hair. I felt my mood shift once he stepped so far away that I couldn’t even smell his cologne anymore…

I was afraid to say anything because what was I even supposed to say after that? I didn’t want to make any good or bad assumptions on what exactly it all meant, and I was embarrassed to think about what would have happened if Jungkook had done this while at home…

I swallowed and shook my head to snap out of it as Jungkook looked my way again.

“I should go,” I whispered and pointed toward the exit, and Jungkook just nodded and waved me off. “I-I’ll see you at home.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook cleared his throat as I noticed his face flush, “See ya’.”

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write dslkjfksjh Now to just wait and see where things go from there! Once again, thank you for reading! x3

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Paint Me Over | 02

Chapter Summary: Hoseok doesn't want to call himself a pessimist, but what are the chances he'll run into you again? A lot higher than he thinks.

pairing: writer!hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, future angst, smut

rating: +18

word count: 7.7k

chapter warnings: 18+ slight smut, fingering, dirty talk, pretty tame for now

The theme for this chapter (particularly the smut) is B.M.O (also by ari lennox). This whole thing was strangely inspired by a museum project I had to do, sadly i didn't get to experience the smut. enjoy 😉

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Break Me Off

“I don’t see why you're making a big deal out of this.”

“It isn’t a big deal, promise! It’s just strange coming from you, that’s all.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s so strange about it?”

“Nothing, just the fact that in all the time I’ve known you you’ve never expressed an interest in coming to one of my shows before.”

“Well excuse me for wanting to support my friend.”

Hoseok collapses onto his bed, laying spread eagle on the freshly washed sheets. He had some time earlier (not really, he was just procrastinating because he didn't want to write that next section of his book) so he spent it tidying up and doing some chores around the house. When he gave Taehyung a call he assumed he would be slightly suspicious, granted he had every right to be, given the fact that Hoseok had never willingly asked to go to one of Tae's shows before, but not to this extent!

Of course, there was only one reason for his sudden interest, but he opted to keep that insignificant detail hidden from his friend. He’d like to believe it was to spare Taehyung’s feelings, but he knew the man wouldn’t be offended once he discovered how much more appealing it would be to tease Hoseok instead. And he would much rather spare himself that embarrassment.

“Fine, fine. I mean I’m not complaining. There’s one next weekend. I wasn’t planning on attending but I guess we can—"

“Great, I’ll clear my calendar.” Hoseok rushes out before Taehyung can finish his sentence.

“Uh, cool. I guess I’ll see you then? That last showing must’ve really left an impression on you…” he mutters as an afterthought.

A small smile spreads across his face as he answers. “Yeah, something like that.” And by now his grin is so wide he swears Taehyung can see it through the phone.

Next week comes much slower than expected but once Saturday rolls around Hoseok becomes an anxious ball of both excitement and anxiety. So much so that Taehyung starts to take notice.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you? Have you been feeling okay?”

If Hoseok wanted to keep Tae from knowing the real reason he was here he was doing a terrible job at it. First asking to go to an art gala and now this? This was strange even for him.

“Seriously, you’ve been darting your head around the room so much tonight that I'm worried it's going to fall off. Did you even hear anything I just said?”

“I did,” Hoseok lies, doing his best to control himself, but his eyes still wander around the room as if in search of something. Of someone, rather.

“Oh really, what was the last thing I said?” he tests him.

Hoseok’s eyes snap to Taehyung who stares back at him blankly. The former’s expression turns sheepish when he realizes he can’t recall anything Taehyung said to him within the past 5 minutes.

Tae sighs, shaking his head at him. “I said I have to get back to my booth soon. Remember? I chose to enter last minute with some of the photos I took down at the lake with Jin the other day. Got some cool shots too. You gonna be okay if I leave you for a bit?”

Hoseok nods, vaguely remembering him saying something of the sort. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m glad you entered, people seriously need to see your work.”

Taehyung squints his eyes at him wearily.

“What?” Hoseok asks, tired of his friend's judgy eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just...you sure you’re feeling okay? You don’t usually compliment me so openly. And I'm not one to fish for compliments, trust me, but it's like pulling teeth with you. ”

Hoseok scoffs. “Not true!” At his friend’s deadpan look in response Hoseok follows up with, “Isn't the fact that I rotate out your photos as my wallpaper good enough?”

Tae snorts in response, grunting out a "For you, I guess." But to Hoseok's dismay, he doesn't quit. “Nah, there’s definitely something up with you." As Tae proceeds to break down his strange behavior, Hoseok grows more anxious, if that was even possible.

"Let’s see, you asked to come to one of my art shows, not the other way around, you were excited about it even… your head’s been swiveling around the room nonstop like the pet parakeet I used to have when I was 8, and you seem to be paying even less attention to me than you usually do.”

"You had a pet parakeet?"

"Sure did, was even training him alert me every time my brother got near my snack stash but we only got as far as a something that sounded like a garbled version my name before we got a cat and well... you know the rest."

"I'm sorry for your loss-"

"Thank you, I still miss him even to this- hey! Quit trying to distract me! I'm onto you..." he says menacingly, beady little eyes boring so far into Hoseok he's starting to think Taehyung can see straight through him. Safe to say, he's glad he wore his big boy undies today. His other boxers (the one with all the marvel characters on it) were in the wash.

He squirms under Taehyung’s gaze but he keeps reminding himself there was nothing to worry about. There was no way he could connect the dots and discover the real reason he was here. But Taehyung, the perceptive bastard, somehow always manages to prove him wrong.

He blurts out excitedly, as if having his own personal eureka! moment, though his realizations aren't nearly as profound as Einstein's. “You’re meeting up with someone aren’t you?”

Hoseok regards him coolly, responding with a calm ‘no, why would I be?’ that he is very proud of. He ups the ante on his whole nonchalant attitude by pretending to be engaged in the nearby artwork in hopes that Taehyung will drop the subject altogether. But the slight red tinge in his cheeks reveal his true emotions and not for the first time he curses his inability to control his body’s physical reactions.

“Don’t bullshit me, you only ever act like this when you're nervous. You're totally blushing right now!" Hoseok was, in fact, blushing, but despite that he still tries to deny it, clapping a hand over his cheeks to cover it up. "Am not. And I'm not acting any weirder than I usually do. I'm always like this." "Bull-fucking-shit!" Tae explains with an incredulous laugh. "Remember that double date we went on a while back? With the Park sisters? You were acting just like this. Now quit fucking with me, did you meet someone?”

"Yeah? well that was before I found out they wanted to bag the both of us. This may come as a surprise but I'm not into foursomes." He shrugs. k lashes out at that accusation, strongly refuting such a claim. Bad choice. At that moment Taehyung knows he’s right because anytime Hoseok gets this worked up over something, it most likely means he’s lying.

“Hey you passed up a good opportunity and screwed me over in the process. They were twins man, twins!" He shakes his head as if to get back on track. "Quit changing the subject! You did meet someone didn't you?” He lets out a gasp. “Was it that girl from the last art show?”

No fucking way, how did he...? Welp, the cat's out of the bag now. And Hoseok didn't even have to say anything, miraculously his friend just figured it out all on his own. If he's honest with himself, he's a little impressed. Doesn't stop him from scrubbing a hand down his face in annoyance, but impressed nonetheless. He turns to Tae with narrowed eyes. “Of all days you choose today to play detective? Why don't you take those sleuthing skills and mosey on down to the local police department. Don't you think your talents are going to waste always butting in on my love life?”

“Not at all." Tae sing-songs from beside him. "You didn't deny it so I take it it was her. I just figured because I saw you two talking the other night. And you haven't talked to a girl since..." he trails off, "so is she meeting you here?”

He wishes. “Not exactly,” he sighs thinking it was a stupid idea to even come here in the first place.

“I didn’t get her number or anything. We just talked and… I came tonight hoping she would be here…”

“You mean you don’t even know if she’s here?!” Taehyung exclaims and it doesn’t make him feel any better. In fact, it makes this dumb idea feel ten times worse.

“Well maybe if someone hadn’t been so eager to drag me away the other night I could’ve stayed long enough to get her instagram at least.”

Tae actually looks remorseful for once. "Yeah that was my bad wasn't it, sorry” he says sincerely. “But you do know it’s a long shot that you’re gonna find her. For some artist’s things like this are just a one time thing. Who's to say she comes back regularly enough to be here for the second week in a row?”

Hoseok sighs because he's already thought this through the entire week before. “I know that already. Which is why I’m prepared, more than anything, to be disappointed. We’ve been here for half an hour and still haven’t seen her so it’s not looking too good right now.”

Taehyung claps a hand on Hoseok shoulder encouragingly, if not to comfort the man whose hopes were near shot to shit. He's sincerely happy for his friend. This is the first time he's shown such an interest in someone in a long while, but he still needs to be realistic. “Hey cheer up, the night’s still young. There’s a still a chance she's here so just put all your faith in that basket." He glances behind him, expression seemingly caught between wanting to stay and help Hoseok find his mystery girl or attending to his more pressing duties. Finally he seems to make up his mind, "I’m going to head over to my booth now. You gonna be okay on your own?”

He nods to assure his friend. “Yeah, yeah. Go have fun. I know how much you love seeing the expression on people’s faces when they look at your work. As they should, you’re really good at what you do.”

Taehyung beams, a hand on his chest in shock. “Well, I'll be...you're just showering me with compliments today aren't you?" He says in a poor (extremely poor) attempt at a southern belle accent. "I’ll catch you later.” And with a wave he’s off to whatever section of the gala was his for the night.

Hoseok makes his way through the gala slowly, observing the art as he goes along, but most importantly scanning the faces of the artists who made them. Unfortunately, none of the faces he sees is the one that he is looking for. Eventually, he makes his way back to the refreshment table, located off to the side this time. This gala is a lot more minimalistic, opting to put out an off-putting combination of bottled waters and lollipops as refreshments rather than homemade cookies and punch.

Hoseok grabs a water, deciding he’s not in the mood for sweets tonight. He sighs forlornly and takes a swig, shifting his weight to one leg so that he can observe the various people viewing the artwork displayed about the room. Well, he didn’t find what he was looking for here tonight but he can’t deny it was a good showing. Just like the last one, there were several pieces he enjoyed looking at and he would’ve gone through again to get a better look at a few that caught his eye if he hadn’t heard your voice.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. How goes it stick?”

Hoseok damn near drowns drinking his bottled water. He has to hit his chest several times while he coughs up the liquid, trying his best to ignore the fact that he’s sputtering like an absolute fool as you watch on in amusement.

There’s no forced apology for startling him this time when you say, “Is this going to become our thing now? Meeting at refreshment tables, you choking on your drink?” you ask with a smirk.

He brushes off the water that dribbled down his chest as if that will change that fact that his shirt is now wet. He sighs, at least it was only water and not something that could actually stain. “I hope not. Why does it seem like I’m always at a disadvantage in these situations?”

“Oh you most definitely are.” You say as you reach past him to grab a lollipop out of the decorative bowl. "Learn how to drink properly will you?"

He stares down at you, unwrapping the lolli and popping it into your mouth, as he wills something to come to his brain so he can speak. The irony. This whole time he had been looking for you and now when you finally show up he has nothing to say.

Fortunately, you beat him to it. “So. What brings you back to another one of these shin-digs? No offense, but you don’t seem like the type to frequent galas on the regular.”

“And why not? I told you I’m an artist.”

“You’re a writer. And you don’t strike me as the ‘artsy’ type either. You’re more clear cut, precise, all sharp edges, you know? What d'you write anyway? Instruction manuals?” You question with a pop of your candy.

He ignores your question in favor of asking you one of his own.

"So what do you have a booth set up today too or are you just a member of the audience like me?”

You gesture vaguely down the room. “Yep, I actually do have a booth set up. Somewhere over there. I’m surprised I didn’t see you earlier, did you already cycle all the way through?” you ask and when he nods you quirk your head to the side in thought.

“Huh, you must’ve caught me when I was away from my booth then cause I definitely would have noticed you if you passed by.”

"Aww am I that memorable to you?" he teases but in reality his stomach jumps in glee at the thought. "How could I forget? You were the only one who pitched a fit in front of my booth the whole night. Longest argument I've had in weeks." He scoffs. "I'd hardly call it an argument. And I did not pitch a fit." You wave a dissmisive hand in the air. "Debate then, whatever you want to call it. So?" He gives you a puzzling look. "So what?" "So, did you like it? My piece?" you ask with a hint of eagerness. "Depends, which one was yours?" The smirk is there again but you don't say anything and that's when it clicks. He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. "Don't tell me." You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key, that infuriating smile still present on your face, only this time its wider lets him know everything he needs to. "You can’t be serious.”

It was earlier in the night, but he remembers that piece so well because it was so different from the others. Blue is the first (and only thing) that comes to mind. Seriously, the whole page was just blue. No texture marks, no additional detail that would make it seem like any other effort went into it other than grabbing blue paint and slathering it across a canvas.

“I assume you want a 10 page paper on the meaning behind the blue paint or the symbolism of using 8.5 x 11 cardstock on your desk by tomorrow?”

He sputters. “Honestly, any explanation would be fine at this point.”

It’s such a drastic change from your last painting that he doubts he would have guessed that both images came from the same artist. What, did the amount of time it took to put all that detail in your first piece drain you that much that all you could come up with this time was the color blue on a page? He couldn’t make sense of this change up.

“It can mean whatever you want. The sky. The ocean. Hell, the color blue on a fucking page. That’s it. Maybe I just wasn't done.” You shrug. "Who knows I might go back and add to it later if I'm up to it."

You must notice that he’s still staring at you with what must be a look of utter bewilderment on his face so you elaborate.

“I like the color blue, so I painted blue.”

He’s about to argue again but you stop him.

“Hey, sometimes you just got to paint what you feel.” “Look, what do you write about? I know I joked instruction manuals earlier but holy shit that can't really be it can it?” You ask almost fearfully.

“God no, I'm not that boring." You seem to visibly relax at that which he finds amusing. "Prose mostly. Short stories, mostly but I'm working on a writing something longer, a book actually ”

“Prose,” you repeat questioningly. But it’s without judgement. Now you’re trying to make sense of him, maybe. It’s funny, people usually stop him to ask questions when they hear he’s writing a book. But here you are, concerned with the genre he writes instead, not the content.

“Yeah, prose. I used to write poetry a while back but I stopped cause-“

“Wait, hold up. Poetry? You?”

“Yeah…” He narrows his eyes in question. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

You take a moment to think before you reply. “I mean, in a way it’s not. Poetry’s got all those symbols and hidden meanings you English teachers love so much but… I don’t know. I guess I didn’t expect it coming from a guy like you.”

"A guy like- you know what I'm not even gonna ask. I have a feeling I'll only be offended.

“You said you stopped, why was that?” you ask suddenly.

“Stopped what? Poetry?” At your nod of confirmation he continues, “It just wasn't my thing anymore?” He shrugs not really giving it much thought.

You shake your head as if disappointed. “That’s a shame. I love poetry. It’s like the rawest of all genres— a window to the speaker's deepest thoughts and feelings.”

He nods, understanding, “Maybe that’s why I left it. All those feelings..." he shakes his head, "yeah, it just wasn't for me anymore.”

“And what’s wrong with feelings?”

So many questions tonight. Some of which he doesn't have the answer to. You're really forcing him to do some serious reflection aren't you? Well prepare to be sorely disappointed because Hoseok hasn't done that in years. “Nothing, really. I'm just…at a different stage in my life where they aren't as needed. ” He stares down at the linoleum floor, musing that it's high time he get a new pair of sneakers, while you appease him with your sharp gaze.

Though he’s not looking at you, he presumes you’re still staring him down when he hears you hum in thought. It’s quiet save for the light chatter around the room, which only serves to make him even more uncomfortable. But that doesn’t last long because suddenly you are tugging on his arm as you mutter a hasty ‘come with me.’

He can’t do much but follow you as you pull him along past the rows of people in the main room to some back corner of the museum. He muses that wherever you are pulling him off to is better than the mini interrogation you were giving him just moments ago. No longer in the part of the building that had been sectioned off for the gala for the night, you arrive at an alcove at the back, a seemingly unnoticed part of the museum. If he had to guess he would say this part of the museum was not in use from the way it was isolated from the rest of the pieces.

“Uh…” Hoseok starts, “Are we allowed to be here?”

“Relax. Of course we are. No one said we couldn’t view the rest of museum while we’re here.”

"Yeah but... are we allowed to be here here?" he asks just to get a huff in annoyance in response.

As you burrow deeper into the alcove, he notices there is an entryway off to one side, but he can’t tell what it leads to just yet.

Luckily he doesn't have to wait long to find out when you pull him through the doorway.

“This is one of my favorite exhibits. It won’t be up for much longer though. They’re replacing it soon.” He hears you say.

Hoseok looks around at the interior of the room, and, it’s not the first thing he notices, but he can’t help but see that all four walls were mirrored. He could see his reflection no matter where he looked.

Rather, the first thing he noticed is something he can barely even describe. There seemed to be stalactites and stalagmites protruding from the ceiling and the floors of the room. He moves to get a closer look at one when you press a button on the wall and the figures light up, each flashing in almost every color of the rainbow, all of them illuminating the dark room beautifully. To Hoseok, the lighting in the room is reminiscent of his high school dance, a cheesy affair where teachers had lit a disco ball in the school gym and placed strobe lights about the room to achieve a ‘70s theme’ for the spring bash sophomore year.

Hoseok walks near to one figure, almost as tall as him in height and protruding from the ground. He touches one gently and comes to find out that it’s made of the same material of the inflatable arm floats your mom puts you in when you're just a wee toddler learning how to swim. Each are dotted with black polka dots which only adds to the confusion in trying to figure out just what exactly he’s looking at. He settles on tentacles, because though the dripstones favor something you would see in a cave, they are curved in a way that looks similar to the arms of an octopus.

Before he can ask you what the hell he’s staring at, you press another button and a voice starts speaking overhead.

It’s a female voice, and she’s speaking a language entirely different from the ones he’s familiar with. It sounds… if he’s not mistaken, like Japanese. And he’s only able to make that discernment because of the several times Tae forced him to watch that cartoon with the hyperactive redheaded twink and the emotionally distant brooding tall one. Something to do with volleyball but to Hoseok it just looked like a shoujo (was that the right term?) romance and a gangbang waiting to happen.

“'Love is Calling'" you say as you return to his side. "That's the name of the exhibit. It’s by Yayoi Kusama and she’s reciting her poem ‘Residing in a Castle of Shed Tears.’”

He takes a 360 of the room, acknowledging your words with a hum. “I can’t understand a word she’s saying, but it’s nice.” He says.

You walk over to one of the figures nearest to you to touch it. “It is. One of the things I love most about it is just being immersed in this room while listening to her speak. I can’t understand Japanese, no, but I think that’s apart of the appeal. Maybe you’re supposed to explore the room for yourself while she speaks to another part of you.”

“Okay, but what if you do speak Japanese?” He counters.

You shrug, hands behind your back as you walk to the opposite side of the room. “I assume that’s even better. Being able to understand what she’s saying as you navigate this maze of a room.”

There’s quiet again aside from Yayoi’s voice. You both listen intently, as you continue to look at the flashing lights and your reflections in the mirrored walls.

“What do you see?” you ask him suddenly.

“Huh?” He heard you clearly, but he wonders what you mean. He sees exactly the same thing as you, doesn’t he?

“At first glance, what do you see? You don’t understand the poem so your just left with this room. What do you see?” you clarify.

"Ok, we're not doing this. Leave that job to my shrink."

"You see a therapist?"

"No, but I probably should. The things I see and hear from these kids on a daily? It's no wonder I'm not crazy yet."

You laugh and poorly try to mask it in favor of saying, "Be serious. What do you see? I want to know."

Hoseok thinks about it for a moment before he settles on telling you his impression of the room when he first came in. How the space resembled a cave with colorful dripstones hanging from the ceiling and protruding from the ground, and how the figures resemble tentacles, reaching out to him now.

You come to join him as he is speaking and now you stand side by side, the both of you observing your reflections in the wall before you. Hoseok takes this moment to return the question, asking you what you see.

You laugh as if finding something funny. “To be honest, the first time I came in here I was confused…”

Hoseok nods in agreement because that was certainly an experience for him.

You continue, “…and I could see that confusion in my reflection—everywhere I looked. But after that, once the lights came on I saw some inflatable pool toys with multi-colored lights stuck in ‘em.”

“That’s it?” He asks, expecting something more profound, especially after he just gave you his testament on how the figures resembled dripstones and tentacles at the same time.

“No,” you smile. “I said that just to get under your skin.” You share a laugh at that and he should be annoyed but for reason unknown he isn't. Once your chuckles subside, you continue.

“You see, I was in here for so long, left to nothing but my thoughts and Kusama’s recitation playing in the background that I started seeing something else. The room was so dark and then all of a sudden there was light—lots of it, protruding from the ground, the ceiling everywhere. It’s hard to explain...” you say, struggling to express your thoughts clearly.

Hoseok nods understanding, “Like the candlestick at the end of a dark hallway.”

You snap your fingers in excitement. “Yeah, like that. It’s like, hope in a dark place. You must be loving this, aren’t you?”

He chuckles, not denying it. “Of course I am. Look who’s talking miss ‘not-everything-has-a-meaning.”

“Hey, I still think like that, but not in the way you think. I said art was subjective didn’t I? My meaning isn’t always going to be the same as yours.”

He takes a moment to think about your words and he comes to the conclusion that you may have a point. There wasn’t just one answer.

By this time Kasuma has finished her recitation and you pull him along again. Your doing a lot of that tonight and he's not sure how he feels about being your human rag doll.

“Come here, I want to show you something.”

You arrive back at the wall, near the buttons, only this time he notices a plaque on tacked to the wall.

“It’s Kasuma’s poem translated into English.”

Residing in a Castle of Shed Tears

When the time comes around for people to encounter the end of their life having put on years, death seems to be quietly approaching It was not supposed to be my style to be frightened of that, but I am In the shadows of my loved ones footprints, distress revisits me at the dead of night refreshing my memories Being in love with and longing for you, I have locked myself up in this “castle of shed tears” Now may be the time for me to wander off into the place, the guidepost to the other world points to And the sky is waiting for me, attended by numerous clouds Overwhelmed by your tenderness that has always encouraged me I have been searching for “love” in earnest taking my wish for happiness along Let me call out to and ask the birds flying about in the sky I want to convey to them my feelings Over many long years, with art as a weapon I have treaded the path in search of love During the days I have lived through keeping “despair”, “emptiness” and “loneliness” all to myself along the way there were times when the fireworks of life “splendidly” adorned the sky Dancing in the night sky in a myriad of colors, the fireworks sprinkled dust all over my body I will never forget that exhilarating moment Now I think is the time to dedicate my heart to you, my dearest Was the beauty of the end of one’s life nothing more than illusion? Would you give me an answer to this? Devoting all my heart to you, I have lived through to this day Hoping to leave beautiful footprints at the end of my life I spend each day praying that my wish will be fulfilled This is my message of love to you

-Yayoi Kusama

“Heartbreaking isn’t it?”

Hoseok still reads it over as he replies, “Yeah.”

“Unrequited love is the worst. But I think, like many artists, that she just wanted to share her story and if anyone could relate to that, then all the better.”

He turns to look at you. “You don’t think there’s anything deeper there?”

“Oh for sure,” you nod. “The way she explores themes of death, loneliness and unrequited love all in the same breadth? That’s deep. But I don’t think it’s invalid if you experience something different while in here. Sometimes artists just want to invoke feelings of happiness, or sadness, or I don’t know, the feeling of being in love in their viewers.”

“It’s about the experience.” He states more than questions.

You smile, probably because this is the first sign of him actually getting it. “Right, just like living in the moment. At least that's how I want people to feel when they look at my art.”

He stares at you for a moment, surprised by your well-fleshed out thoughts. “You’ve thought about this a lot haven’t you?”

You pin him with a look. “I told you, it was my favorite exhibit. I’m sad to see it go.”

He agrees with you, telling you he wished he knew about it sooner. He’s reading over the words of the poem again, absorbing Kasuma’s message but he can feel your eyes on him.

“What?” He turns to ask you.

“Nothing, it’s just, you look really nice under these colored lights.”

He quirks a brow, “And that’s funny? Are you sure I look nice?” He hastily starts checking his reflection in the mirror.

You burst out into giggles, hands out to placate him, “No, nice I promise. I don’t even know why I’m laughing really. You look more than nice actually. Attractive even...” This last part is murmured and if you two were out in the main room he probably would not have caught it.

He peaks with interest at that and when he looks over at you are looking at him, lip caught between your teeth in a coy smile.

“Attractive, huh? Is this the part of the night where you stop insulting me and starting laying me on with compliments?" He teases.

You pin him with a hardened glare, though there is no malice in it. It's mischievous more than anything.

“I have eyes, stick. I could see how someone could find you somewhat...visually-appealing.”

He turns toward you. “The feelings mutual. Although..." he squints as if trying to see better, "it may just be the lightning doing you justice.”

You scoff, hitting his arm playfully. “Hey, I look good in all lighting, especially the shitty ones.”

You both share a chuckle and when it dies down he speaks. "Fine, ok?" he gives in. "I agree."

"Good." You say decidedly, still chuckling.

Hoseok makes the fatal mistake, then of glancing down at your lips, which are now glistening due to the tongue that darted out just moments prior to wet them.

The moment after, after you both stop chuckling is spent in silence, staring at each other, waiting for the other to say something next.

But it never happens. Hoseok doesn’t know who leans in first, all he knows is that your lips feel like soft pillows pressed against his. The kiss is slow at first, taking the time to savor the taste of the other and when Hoseok tastes the sweetness of the strawberry lollipop you were sucking on earlier he moans.

He wants to taste more, so he is grateful when he licks your bottom lip, begging you to open up to him and you do. His tongue darts into your mouth, starting its exploration into every crevice and corner he can find.

When his teeth can’t help but graze your bottom lip you moan and he finds the sound pleasing to his ears. He’s eager to find more ways to make you moan so pretty for him again when you pull away.

Your arms, which at some point had slid up to wrap around his neck, now slide down to rest on his chest.

“You don’t know how badly I wanted to keep going but goddammit I needed air.” You pant heavily against him.

He smiles, bending to capture your lips in light pecks. “I took your breath away?”

You groan and roll your eyes. A second later your groaning again, not because you’re annoyed, but because Hoseok has attached his lips to your neck.

“God you’re cheesy. You’re not like this all the time are you?”

He detaches from your neck with a wet pop, sinking his teeth into the spot before dragging his lips up to your ear. “Trust me that when I tell you that when I get you into bed, you’ll never want me to shut up." You whimper slightly at his words, managing to choke out a meek, “Still corny.”

You say this but you’re turned on nonetheless. Hoseok can tell by the way you rub your thighs together in what you think is in an inconspicuous manner. But to him, a man who has been starved of sex for so long and who is so in tune with your body because it is exactly what his is feeling, your actions are as clear as day to him. And he wants to do more, so much more just to make you beg for that sweet release he's more than willing to give you.

“It's true. And you wouldn't be able to shut me up. Wanna see how wet this dirty little pussy can get for me.” He mutters lowly, a hand travelling down between the apex of your thighs.

Ever resilient, you mumble out a 'doubt it' as you struggle to keep your composure. “Oh yeah? So you don’t want my fingers on your clit? Shoved so far up your hole and stretching you wide? Hmm?” He applies pressure with his fingertips. “Rubbing this pussy to climax again and again and again?”

He smirks when you moan, hands clutching the lapels of his open shirt as you whine under his touch.

“Still too cheesy for you? I can be quiet if you want me to, I'll be good. Promise.” He says, the palm of his hand now massaging your entire center.

“No, no you’re not. Just please touch me.”

Satisfied with your response, he hastily undoes the buttons of your jeans and snakes a wrist down your pants.

He practically groans when he feels how wet you are, soaking through your panties beautifully.

“For someone so turned off by my words you’re awfully wet.” he notes.

You’re glare at him is cut short when his fingers graze your clit, focusing his attention on that little nub full of nerves. You're expression softening into a silent moan that you are no doubt trying to keep from him.

You bury your head in his chest and give in to your pleasure when he rubs harder; smiling in victory, he lets you lean against him, enjoying the vibrations of your groans against his neck.

“Right there, keep going, please…”

To your horror, he does exactly that, but only briefly. “I don’t know…” he starts up again, much slower this time, as if debating whether to continue or not. “You insulted me. Why should I?”

“Please…” you look up at him with pleading eyes. Fearful even, probably that he'll stop and leave you high and dry. “God, I need it.”

He hums, contemplating your words. “You gonna moan pretty for me if I do?”

You release a sharp moan at a particularly harsh brush of his fingers against your clit.

“Like that,” he says as if to clarify exactly how he wants you to sound.

“Yes, yes. Just please.. Shit ”

He concentrates on pleasuring you, wanting to hear what you sound like when you orgasm under his touch. He rubs faster, arm tiring but he continues just to see your brow scrunch in pleasure like that and your pants pick up in intensity.

“Oh god…” you whisper, “how are you so good with your fingers.”

He doesn’t know whether that was meant for him to hear or not but he doesn’t mind. If you think this is good, just wait till he gives you his tongue.

But that can wait for another time. And good god he can't fucking wait. Your so fucking wet it's driving him insane. He uses some of the slick collecting it on his fingertips before travelling back up and assaulting your clit again and you go absolutely fucking wild. He has to shush you, remembering your in public, though he doubts anyone is close enough to overhear. A resounding chorus of 'yeses' and a chant of his name mark your orgasm and he revels in it. Your sounds, your expressions, the way you squeeze his fingers between your thighs as if to secure him there forever.

“Hoseok, ahh… Hoseok, I’m cumming.”

"I know baby, I know. Feel good?"

He gives you no time to answer, not even waiting for you to come down from your high when he captures your lips, still massaging between your legs though much lighter now being considerate of overstimulating you (this time). He pushes your shirt up, all the way past your breasts and his lips travel down to trail open-mouthed kisses across the soft mounds encased in a simple but cute black bra. He’s just slid one cup down, exposing your quickly hardening nipple to the cold air. He helps it along by sucking your the bud into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing.

“Ahh, Hoseok slow down.” You say, winding your hands in his hair but doing nothing to detach him from your breast.

“Can’t.” He yanks the cup covering your other nipple down and attaches his lips to that breast. “Want you so bad.” He murmurs around your nipple in his mouth.

You moan approvingly. “Me too. Want it, your cock in my mouth, my pussy…”

It’s Hoseok’s turn to groan and he does so, resting his head against your chest as he tries to calm himself down because at this rate he's going to blow his load in his pants and he can't have that.

But try as he might to calm himself he can't, not when you continue to whisper all the dirty things you want him to do to you in here. In public.

“Want you to fuck me so good, right here where anyone can walk in and see. I want you to fuck me so far up this wall I’ll start screaming with how good it is.”

“Fuck.” He says because he wants to do just that. Exactly as you described because the image is so undeniably hot that he can barely contain himself.

He’s just figured out whether he wants to fuck your pussy or your mouth first (your mouth) when his phone rings loudly from its place in his back pocket.

His plan is to ignore it but you seem to think differently when you pull away, urging him he should answer it. When he hesitates you say, ‘it might be important’. He considers saying 'this is too' but decides against it, reluctantly digging into his back pocket for the device instead.

His plan B is to answer whoever is calling, tell them he can’t talk right now, and get right back on track to fucking that filthy little mouth of yours but you are already tidying yourself up. He’s sad to see your tits go as you right your bra and pull your shirt down, looking in the mirror to fix what can be salvaged of your makeup and hair.

“Hello,” he answers the phone with a bitterness, annoyed at whoever the cockblock was on the other line.

Taehyung. Of course. He said he had been looking for him all over, concerned and he just wanted to make sure he was safe. Hoseok would be touched, if he weren’t in the middle of trying to get his dick wet so instead he winds up annoyed.

He tells him he’ll meet him out front in a few minutes, it’s obvious by the way you have cleaned yourself up that his night of fun is over.

“Yeah, see you there. Okay, bye.” Hoseok finishes up his call and when done you push him towards the exit.

“Come on, we’re not supposed to be here, this part of the museum was closed for renovation.”

“I thought you said-“

“Yeah, I lied. Congratulations stick, you’re that much closer to living on the wild side.” You give him a pat on the back.

"Don't you think what we just did in there gets me some points? At least enough to drop the nickname?"

"The nickname stays, that's with you for life but I guess you can claim some cool points. Only a few though!" You clarify. "That was pretty tame to be quite honest."

By now you two have reached the main room of the gala and he can see the crowd has died down now that the night is coming to an end.

He catches your elbow before you can move any further into the room. “Careful there, lying to me never fares well for those involved.” He mutters lowly into your ear.

“Sure, whatever,” comes your dismissive response but in spite of it he can see you shiver at his words. A hint of a smile graces his lips in triumph.

Taehyung spots Hoseok and comes bounding over, the ‘where were you?’ dying on his lips when you come into view.

Instead a small ‘o’ graces his features when he realizes what Hoseok must have been up to. And who he was up to it with.

“Well,” you say, putting distance between yourself and Hoseok (and he’s only slightly sad about it), “It was nice meeting you Hoseok.” You extend your hand out formally, as if he didn’t just finger you to orgasm just a few minutes ago.

He takes it, playing along. Your gazes must linger a little to long because a sudden cough from Taehyung is startling you back to reality.

“And, Taehyung right? I heard a lot about you from other artists. Loved your collection by the way. You took some really great shots.”

“Ahh, thank you.” Tae accepts the compliment humbly, his hand coming up to brush you off.

“It was nothing. Just a last minute entry.” He tells you how he wished he had more time to go around the whole gala to see what you came up with this time. You share a knowing smile with Hoseok, no doubt Taehyung would be shocked as well to see the drastic difference between your first piece and this one.

“Anyways, I better go but it was nice meeting you both.” You say politely, stare lingering on Hoseok before you turn to leave.

Taehyung bumps his shoulder which jars him out of whatever trance he was just in.

“So is it right to assume that what I’m thinking right now is correct or...” He questions and suddenly Hoseok is reminded that he’s supposed to be mad at Taehyung. “If you’re thinking that you are an immense cockblocker then yeah, definitely.”

Taehyung’s eyes bug out of his head at that comment. “Wait. So you mean…”

Hoseok sighs, “Yeah and I was this close. But someone just had to call me right in the middle of it.”

Tae has the audacity to look apologetic as he claps a sympathetic hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. “Sorry man, but this is great. To be honest I didn’t peg you as the type to be into public sex but good for you.”

It’s only when Hoseok arrives back at his apartment that night, replaying the memories of tonight that he hopes are permanently etched into his brain that he realizes he forgot to get your number yet again.

He got lucky today, but what are the chances he’s going to find you again?

He calls up Taehyung in a panic, explaining his predicament but all Taehyung can offer is an unhelpful decree of ‘wow, you are an idiot’ so he hangs up.

Although, before he ended the call, Tae did suggest that the universe might be on his side on this one, if he found her once he could do it again. But Hoseok is not one to push his luck so he highly doubts it.

He goes to bed that night, and this time bittersweet memories of a one-night stand (could what you did together even be considered a one-night stand? Calling it a half-a-night stand seemed more fitting) interspersed with thoughts that this would be the last time he sees the peculiar painter again fill his brain.

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thesecondcircleofkel · 5 years

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NSFW Alphabet, Shinsou A-Z

Notes: Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together, like I’m doing now.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly. He likes to just lay on you for a bit while you both calm down, but he’ll be careful not to put his full body weight on you. He loves pillow talk, too, so he’ll bury his face in your neck and tell you how great the sex was and how much he loves you. Once he’s had his fill of cuddles for a moment, then he’ll get up and grab everything that you need. He doesn’t mind cleaning you off, either, since he’s usually too tired for a bath or shower and he’d like to just cuddle with you again and fall asleep instead.

B: Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It would be biased of me to say his arms, but have you seen his arms? They were definitely the first thing I noticed when he walked into the room after he started training. I imagine that he’s also fond of them, but to be more precise (or broad, depending on how you view it), he’s really fond of all his new muscle. It sounds like he’s really been busting his ass to get them, so he’s proud of them, and he loves when you dote on them.

On his partner, he really likes their back, especially if it’s got a nice curve to it. He loves to run his hand along your back when you two are cuddling, and he’d love to cum there, as well. He’s pretty fond of your butt, too, but he likes your back just a little bit more.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Regular consistency with a mild taste, but there’s kind of a lot of it. He prefers to cum on you rather than in you, preferable on your back or thighs. He also has a thing for cumming on your face if you’re okay with that.

D: Dirty Secret

He kind of wants to get caught having sex with you at least once. He doesn’t want just anyone to walk in on you, either. He wants it to be someone that he knows, probably a fellow hero that he knows won’t throw him under the bus for it. He wouldn’t mind if they stuck around and kept watching until the two of you were done, either.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Prior to you, none, and that is explained in the W section. He’s a quick learner, though, so it will only take a few sessions for him to figure out what he’s doing, especially if you’re a very thorough teacher with him.

F: Favorite Position

He loves any position that gives him a good view of your back (since it’s his favorite part of you), so he’s really into Doggy Style, Reverse Cowgirl, and the Aries and Concubine positions.

He also really loves to have sex while they two of you are spooning, and since spooning is his favorite way to cuddle with you, you’ll end up having sex in spooning positions a lot.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s generally more serious during the act, but there will occasionally be a round of giggly sex between the two of you. It’s not something that he’s going to try to force to happen, though; if it happens, then it will happen naturally.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty well-groomed; he keeps everything trimmed up, and the carpet is just a little bit darker than the drapes.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Some sessions are bound to be more intimate than others, but even when the two of you are getting really kinky, there will always be some romance during the moment, mainly because of the adoring look he gives you with those hooded eyes of his.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger he masturbated A LOT, but he’s calmed down a bit now. That’s not because his sex drive went down, either, but it’s because he got better at suppressing his urges. He likes to keep said urges suppressed so he can get pent up and have one really intense masturbation session a week (in the case that he’s not in a relationship, because if he is, he saves all of his pent up sexual frustration for his partner).

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds-he loves teasing you while you’re blindfolded, and Sensation Play comes into this, as well. He also just really likes the way blindfolds look on you.

Would love to try Anal if you were up for it, and he really likes it when you wear a butt plug. He would lose his mind if you wore one outside of sex-the thought of you walking around all day with it inside of you will turn him into a horny mess.

Face Fucking- he tries not to indulge in it too much since he knows it may not be the most comfortable thing in the world for you, but if you let him do it, he’ll let you sit on his face afterwards (or do the same thing to him if you’re a male).

Body Worship- he loves to worship your body, and he loves it when you worship his, as well.

Dirty Talking- he’s pretty dang good at it, too, considering he’s used to manipulating people with his words so he can use his Quirk.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to have sex is at his hero’s office, but the bedroom is a close second. He likes the bedroom because there’s really no limit to what he can do to you there, and he likes to fuck you at his hero’s office because it lets him reap the rewards of his perseverance in becoming a hero. There’s also a slight chance of getting caught there, and his desire for that is explained in section D. He also has this recurring fantasy of face fucking in his office after hours, and he’d die a happy man if you actually indulged him in that.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in skimpy clothing while you’re at home. Wear some shorts that barely cover your ass, or a really open or low-hanging shirt. His eyes will be glued to you and it won’t be long until he drags you to the bedroom.

He loves to celebrate with you when he has a good day at work, as in he catches a lot of villains that day or he manages to catch a really tough one. This celebration always ends in the bedroom.

Send him nudes while he’s away from home. He may just send some back, and the sex will be really intense when he gets his hands on you. Sexting him will have a similar effect.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not going to use his Quirk on you. There’s just too much history there with his past fears of someone accusing him of taking advantage of them with his Quirk, so he won’t do it, no matter how much you ask him to. He really just doesn’t see the appeal in it, either.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Absolutely loves going down on you, and he will take his time doing it. He’ll only make you cum once when he gives you oral, but he’s going to make you wait for that orgasm. He could damn near spend an hour between your legs, just savoring your taste as he teases you to his heart’s content. That being said, he likes giving and receiving equally, and he’d love it if you let him face fuck you. He also loves it when you sit on his face for oral.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

His normal pace is usually slow and hard, but he’s very willing to change that up for you (AKA, he’ll change his pace up to tease you, briefly going faster and harder but then slowing down to a near halt so he can hear you whine for him).

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s down for quickies. He’d prefer proper sex, but he gets busy, so quickies are great for keeping the both of you satisfied until you can have a proper session together.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s always down to experiment, and when it comes to taking risks, he’s a little risky, and he kind of fantasizes about getting caught fucking you one day, but he would never actually do anything to jeopardize his career or reputation as a hero.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is pretty decent. He can go for 2-3 rounds, and each round will at least be 15-20 minutes. That will of course change if he’s feeling really tired, though. If the two of you can’t have sex for a while, he’ll get really pent up, and that will lead to a significant increase in his stamina because he wants to really indulge himself in you to make up for the lost time.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s rather fond of toys, particular those of the butt plug variety. He didn’t have any before he got into a relationship with you, but he bought quite a few afterwards. He loves to use toys on you, especially when he wants to tease you really good. He also wouldn’t mind it if you used toys on him, especially if you’re teasing him to get revenge for his own actions.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He can be a huge tease when he’s feeling playful, and if he’s got you blindfolded, best of luck to you, because he will tease you for as long he wants. Even if you beg him to let you cum, if he’s not ready to move on yet, tough luck. He’ll eventually let you cum, but not until he’s made you practically delirious with desire for him.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He loves to talk dirty to you during sex, but when he’s not doing that, he’s decently loud, and he usually makes these really breathy groans that sound like heaven and pure sin all balled into one sound. He’s also prone to groaning your name when he cums.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Not only will you be his first serious relationship, you’ll also be the person he has his first time with. Sex was always something that he was cautious about, given his Quirk. He didn’t want to take a chance on someone thinking that he had used his Quirk to take advantage of them, so he knew that there was going to have to be a lot of trust between him and his partner, and he figured if he was going to have to have that much trust with someone to have sex with them, then he might as well just wait to have sex until he was in a committed relationship. Of course, with training and then going on to become a fulltime a hero, that relationship was hard to come by.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slightly above average in length and girth, but just by a little bit. Not too terribly veiny but it does curve to the left a little bit. The head also turns a lovely shade of dusky pink when he’s hard.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high, but again, he’s pretty good at suppressing his urges if the need arises. He’d like to have sex 3-5 times a week, but he can live with less (or more, he’s really not picky).

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep immediately afterwards. He likes to cuddle with you and indulge in some pillow talk before he drifts off to sleep, and he’d also like to wait until you fell asleep first, but that doesn’t always work out for him.

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quitethepirategal · 5 years

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Alphabet Headcanons!

List a headcanon that correlates with each letter of the English Alphabet. Can you list that many? It’s harder than it looks! Any tidbit of information counts, from the simplest fun fact to the lengthiest lore!

A - Red Jessica is an Aries. Her moon sign is Taurus and her rising is Leo. She’s also a cusp baby, giving her Pisces leanings.

B - She has quite a few books in her massive library, but her favorites are The Art of War, Anthony and Cleopatra, On the Origin of Species, The Prince, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, Frankenstein, and Treasure Island. She reads more textbooks than anything else tho. She really wants to like Jane Austin but she just... can’t. ( unrelated, I was trying to figure which Shakespeare play would be Jess’s fav and found this. Y’all I screamed. )

C - Cats are her favorite animal. Any kind of cat. The grace, the lore, the silliness, the toe beans; they’re majestic little idiots and she loves them. She has two of her own. Sasha and Rosie. Jessica’s loved cats since she first made friends with one as a very little girl and she remembers every cat she’s ever had or been friends with. Her first cat was an alley cat that followed her around that she uncreatively named Katjie

D - Dutch Afrikaans and English are her native languages, she grew up speaking both. However, she hasn’t really needed to speak Afrikaans since her mother died, and is no longer fluent as a result. Her first word was “Ahoy” but her second word was “geld.”

E - Red Jessica has some ridiculous eating antics, as a result of living in starvation from birth to late childhood and living as a pirate from then on. She can bite directly into onions and garlic cloves as if they were apples, will eat ( or save ) the bones and fat of any meaty meal, can eat an entire apple- core included, loves to eat or chew on citrus peels and raw herb leaves, has a somewhat high tolerance for both spicy things and alcohol, and, like all pirates, has learned to tolerate most rotten/stale/moldy/expired food. On top of that, her pursuit in studying biology and botany crowns her as probably the ONLY person in all of the Neversea who knows what nutrition is and how it works. Also eating avocados make her ears itch.

F - One of Jessica’s signature mannerisms is putting her fists up by her face. When excited or overjoyed she’ll shake them and when shes shy she’ll kind of hide her smile with them. She rests her chin on her fists, holds them still by her jaw when waiting in suspense, and its immediately where her fists fly to when startled or snuck up on ( with the exception of when shes armed, to which her hands fly to her hilt or holster ). This mannerism makes complete and total sense considering shes a trained kick boxer.

G - Gardening is her absolute favorite stress reliever and you can pry it from her cold dead hands. Just bury your problems in the dirt my dude.

H - Her curly ginger hair is certainly one of the first things you notice about her and she takes very good care of it; a wash every two days, plenty of oils, vinegar once a week for dandruff. Her curl type is 3a.

I - Red Jessica is a closeted artist and frequently engages in illustration, and while this mostly comes in handy for taking illustrative botanical notes, her other favorite subject is the human figure. Specifically, the human figure of people she finds attractive or has a crush on. And if you ask she’d be happy to try and draw you! Though she isn’t what you would call amazing she is somewhat talented- with her drawings having very technical, anatomical, and minimalist influences. She also like to sketch pastoral scenes when out in her fields.

J - Jessica was a name her father picked out, naming her after his first love.

K - She remembers her first kill. At 13 she was involved in a skirmish and lunged at a man out from under a table with a rapier. She remembers the exact look on his face, and recalls it with pride. First kill is a right of passage to pirates.

L - Jessica’s love language is all over the place, but can be narrowed down to gifts, words, and quality time. Arrogant suitors, take note because Jess will literally never shut up about you; she will brag about you, remind you of your achievements, praise you for your talents, be proud of you, will show you off, insist to EVERYBODY that you’re the best, and in some cases, spoil you. This goes for friends too, of course but this all goes especially for whoever she has a crush on or is courting her. She JUST!! LOVES STROKING PEOPLE’S EGOS!! Speaking of spoiling, she’s a total gift giver. No reason or occasion needed whatsoever; she is the QUEEN of “ I was thinking of you so I got you a little something.”

M - Jessica is really really weird when it comes to materialism. At a first glance, shes as avaricious as they come. She hoards beauty in the form of an art collection that graces her fine chateau’s halls and eminence gardens of gorgeous flowers. She is a little crazy about treasure too, never missing an opportunity to treasure hunt, and has been known to loan-shark a time or two. But in actuality, as made apparent through getting to know her, she isn’t really greedy or possessive at all. Yes she loves pretty things and yes she is great at making money but believe me when I say that she is in the treasure hunt for the hunt more so than for the treasure. Were she somehow to loose it all, money, island, treasure, everything, she’d be more concerned that whoever took her priceless art won’t take care of it. In the best laid plans of mice and men, Jess is totally a mouse. She’s lived the majority of her life owning nothing but the clothes she had on so, she’d just cut her losses and start over… come to think of it being wealthy is a bit boring…

N - Jessica has never been to Neverland. In my canon, only one pirate ( Hook ) was brave enough to ever set foot on that cursed island. Red Jessica, like the rest of the neverpirates, are too afraid. Most heard tales of an unbeatable foe and that the island itself is watching you, and that’s enough to keep Jessica away.

O - Oranges are her all time favorite food. She’ll eat anything with orange in it. Second favorite is crab or lobster. Third is pineapple chili sauce.

P - Her Myers-Briggs personality type is ESTP- a, the Entrepreneur.

Q - Jessica was Dread Pirate Grace O’Malley’s quartermaster. There are 9 Dread Pirates in the Neversea, each one being a legendary pirate of old, and they have the power to grant only the most talented pirates among them recognized captainship.

R - Red Jessica is is short for Red Handed Jessica for no reason other than I am Peter Pan ( 2003 ) trash.

S - Red Jessica’s crew is a sisterhood of sorts. While she is authoritarian and a captain to be feared, Jessica is friends with everybody in her crew and trusts them with her life. Her ship, The Rose, is practically a floating sorority; complete with weird traditions, gossip, gag rivalries, inside jokes, hazing, and the occasional prank. She even aids in getting them dates ( pro wingman right here ) and babysits some of their kids. Granted, they haven’t done much sailing or piracy in some time. But they all live comfortable lives on Crimson Isle, and they’ll be ready to sail should the need arise.

T - Jessica tends to trust people a tad too quickly and “give too much away” so to speak. It’s gotten her into trouble and even gotten her heart broken a time or two; but for some reason she never learns. She’d like to think she’s great at keeping secrets and to a degree, she is… but I wouldn’t trust her with any of mine- that I will say.

U - Oppenheimer, a pirate in the crew of the Flying Frigate ( in the movie the Pirate Fairy ) is her uncle.

V - Jess finds that she spends most of her days in her vineyard. She’s perfected the growing of grapes and timely shipments of wine, but now shes tinkering with how different aspects of growth effect flavor.

W - Jessica, whether she’s aware or not, is capable of being attracted to women. But she’s never really had any female partners. She’s not homophobic and wasn’t raised in an environment that was homophobic ( pirates pretty much love and sleep with whoever they want to ) it’s just ...never occurred to her to date women. Most of the reasons as to why are subconscious maternal issues but in short, Jess already has difficulty separating different kinds of love. Friendship and romantic love kinda... feel the same. She really only knows how to love one way and she can never tell if a woman is being friendly or flirty, much less if SHE’S being friendly or flirty. For this reason I’ve always labeled her as a questioning bisexual or a heteroflexible...

X - Her most recent botanical experiments revolve around xenogamy, also known as cross pollination. And just to flex, she’s also a huge xenophile for both Spanish and Chinese culture.

Y - Yellow is her second favorite color after red. Pink is her third and emerald green is her forth.

Z - In Jake and the Neverland Pirates, we see a type of rose called a Zebra Rose. While no such flower exists in actuality, I’d like to believe this is a result of some of Jess’s experiments - the medicinal purpose being to combat itching and irritation.

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