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angerissue · 5 years ago

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@ofmusingsxandmayhem asked... 2, 6, 12, 15, 23 (mental health headcanons) From this headcanon meme. Open to everyone.

2. Does anyone in your muse’s family experience mental illness?

Yes. The most obvious example is Brian Banner, who is Bruce’s biological father. On the surface, he suffers from alcoholism and severe anger management issues, which manifested in the form of abuse towards Bruce and Rebecca in the earliest part of Bruce's life. Knowing how Brian behaved towards his family, and knowing he himself had been abused as a child, with his two siblings, it’s possible that he suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). He checks most of the boxes for it, including the following.

The first criteria is a fear of abandonment, and a feeling that someone doesn't exist to others. This was evident in how Brian became jealous of Bruce, and the amount of time Rebecca would spend with him after he was born. Brian would always claim that he was being cast aside in favour of Bruce, and say that their life was better before Bruce came along, citing their son as someone who was "tearing the family apart" and "preventing them from spending time together" (and by "them", Brian meant himself and Rebecca, because in his eyes, Bruce wasn’t a real part of the family). A lot of his claims were very sensationalized, which indicated just how invisible Brian felt in relation to Rebecca and Bruce.

The second criteria for BPD is extreme swings in emotion, which often involve anger. Brian demonstrated this on multiple occasions, physically abusing both Bruce and Rebecca for harmless actions on their part; on one occasion, he even sent Bruce to the hospital for stitches because he saw him doing something that angered him, and he couldn’t help but react violently. But BPD-related emotional swings can also involve intense feelings of shame, sorrow, and sadness, and this was potentially the reason for Brian’s dependence on alcohol — he was evidently struggling with underlying emotions that he couldn’t exorcise by himself, and he needed alcohol to cope.

The third criteria for BPD involves paranoia, and disruptive patterns of thinking. This is relevant to Brian because he believed that something was wrong with both Bruce and himself, on a genetic level, because of an accident that happened long ago. These beliefs were unfounded, but they became impossible for Brian to stop worrying about. In consequence, he felt the need to persecute Bruce on a regular basis for an entirely fabricated flaw.

Aside from this, Bruce’s relatives have decent mental health. Most of the issues in his family stem from Brian’s side.

6. What is the longest your muse has gone without sleep?

Weeks. Bruce doesn’t need to sleep if he stays in a transformed state, and there are verses where he remains like that for months on end — particularly in “Blood Sky” and “The Persistence”, where he becomes obsessed with making up for lost time and completing as much scientific work as possible. During this time, Bruce spends his nights working on projects instead of sleeping. Someone could argue that it's impossible for someone to spend all this time in a productive way, since they'll eventually grow bored or run out of things to do. But they underestimate Bruce's ability to get sucked into his work and lose track of time, not to mention he has a ridiculous amount of ideas to realize.

Bruce's normal form, however, can't go that long without sleeping. His longest stretch happened in the first few months after the accident, when his condition was brand new and he didn't know much about it. At this time, he harboured an irrational fear that the "other guy" could potentially assume control of his body if he fell asleep — he believed that if he fell unconscious, he might not have woken up again, and the "other guy" would have free rein. These days, he understands there isn't really an "other guy" (at least not inherent to his condition), but back then, his lack of knowledge and the resulting fear meant he could easily spend two or three days without sleep. This happened on more than a few occasions. However, he seldom went longer than 72 hours, because he would either crash or force himself to sleep. He knew that Ross was looking for him, and it was difficult to maintain his awareness if he was running on fumes.

12. Does your muse ever experience a lack of interest in things that they usually enjoy?

Yes. Bruce experiences depressive episodes from time to time, on account of his Major Depressive Disorder (MDD). When this happens, he loses his appetite and doesn’t have too much energy, both from a mental and physical standpoint. This can make it difficult for him to exercise, whether it involves hiking or yoga, and he doesn’t feel driven to cook, maintain his living space, and pursue his hobbies like reading and fishing.

These episodes also affect his work. If he’s in a slump, he won’t feel as passionate about it or enjoy it as much.

However, even if he's feeling down and doesn't have much energy, Bruce tries to continue his scientific work unless he's completely incapable of doing so. He'll be easily drained in these situations, and he doesn't enjoy it because of how arduous it feels, but he would rather continue working than stop entirely. This is because if he stops, he would feel like he's stagnating and otherwise not making progress, which would make things worse. When he was a child, Brian always told him that he would never amount to anything, and he's internalized this belief so much that he constantly wants to prove him wrong now; he always needs to keep going and working, even if his mind and body are putting up a fight. He wouldn't be able to articulate Brian's criticisms as the reason for his consistent work, but it remains nonetheless, and it drives him to keep pushing himself even if he should take it easy.

At times like this, if someone approached him in the lab, he would likely respond with hostility. Because he's already functioning on such low energy, Bruce wants to use that energy to work on his scientific ventures rather than conversing with other people. He usually can't have both at times like these, so asking otherwise will cause him to become snippy. Someone may perceive these moments as an indication that Bruce has some kind of personal beef with them, but that's never the case; he's just trying to keep his head above water. Once he crawls out of his funk, he'll be more sociable and receptive to discussing his work again.

15. What does your muse feel most guilty about?

Bruce could wax lyrical about the incidents with the Hulk, Ultron, Sokovia, and Lagos, but his most genuine feelings of guilt come from his existence in general. He’s repressed most of his childhood, but he does remember his father accusing him of being a disruptive presence in the Banner household, and being a monster — Brian had claimed that if he weren’t around and he never existed, things would be perfectly fine for him and Rebecca, calling into question the validity of Bruce's birth from an early age. He remembers being blamed for the death of his mother as well. This sentiment stuck with him throughout school and his adult life, long before the Hulk was born, and it became a sort of filter that coloured his waking hours.

Even now, Bruce is constantly questioning his right to remain in the world. He continues to believe that he was responsible for Rebecca's death, in addition to everyone who's been killed by his condition, even if he was, truthfully, entrapped and forced into reacting violently by Ross. All of the other incidents, like Ultron or Lagos, are icing on top of the cake. From his perspective, these are all symptoms that are caused by his existing and making decisions, most of which have caused some kind of catastrophe, which implies there’s something inherently wrong with him. And he feels guilty; even selfish, for continuing to take chances on things if he knows they'll seldom work out.

There are indeed moments when he feels like he really belongs; this most notably occurred in the early years of his career, because there was a span of years where nothing awful happened and he was on an uphill trajectory. But ultimately, there are too many incidents that call into question whether he deserves to be around. This will continue unless he seeks professional help, learning to separate himself from his internalized emotions and not see himself merely as someone defective and destructive.

23. What are your muse’s coping mechanisms? Are they healthy?

He’s a mixed bag when it comes to coping mechanisms.

If Bruce is upset about something and needs to blow off steam, he usually turns to aerobic exercises like running and hiking to ease some of his emotional vigour. Putting some distance between himself and other people, like going on a day trip or spending some time as the Hulk in a remote location (which is a more common venture than people think), is a possibility as well. Meditation can come in useful too.

But while these activities help address the physical symptoms of his stress, they seldom address the underlying issues. In most circumstances, he needs to talk to someone in order to achieve catharsis, and stop things from bothering him in the future.

And this is where things usually fall apart.

For starters, he won't usually approach someone if something is bothering him. Subconsciously, he feels that if he shares too much information about himself, it could somehow be abused or otherwise used against him. This fear exists even if he knows someone very well, because it's not rational. It just is. Additionally, over the years, he’s had little opportunity to speak with other people about his issues, because he’s been alone for most of that time. It’s simply not a habit he’s ever gotten into.

And if he does speak with someone, there are obstacles to overcome. He suffers from alexithymia, which means he has trouble understanding what he's feeling at a given moment, and articulating it in a clear and concise manner (aside from the emotions that are easy to identify, like anger). This makes it difficult to determine his core/base emotions and explain them to others. Oftentimes, he won't provide enough information and he'll fail to explain what he, himself, is experiencing in a given situation. Because of this, Banner often ends up giving non-answers, even if he believes he's being transparent with someone, so they will need to perform mental gymnastics and interpolations in order to understand what he's saying. If this fails and Bruce cannot explain himself, he’ll become frustrated and end the discussion on a sour note.

Bruce's inability to communicate means that once he stops the more immediate and acute symptoms of an issue, he usually doesn't have a choice but to ignore it until his mind represses it completely. Once that happens, it usually won't bother him on a conscious level anymore, but it can certainly come back to haunt him at a later date. It can also easily bubble up when he’s the Hulk, because being in that form tends to negate his repressions (which is partially why the Hulk is always so irritable). Moreover, while avoidance can be good for Bruce in the short-term, it ultimately does more harm than good.

Bruce also practices avoidance when it comes to social interactions. He needs to be dragged to Avengers galas, and even going out with his teammates for coffee requires him to be in the proper "mindset". He's a quiet and introverted person by nature, but some of these tendencies come from his PTSD, and a persistent fear that the more people he’s around, the higher the chance that something bad will happen to him. People in general tend to make him uncomfortable, even subtly, because of the abuse in his childhood and other traumatic events. It’s not that he's consciously thinking, “uh oh, there’s a person”, but he simply finds it difficult to let his guard down. There’s always a subtle flight-or-fight response happening with him, because over the years, his sympathetic nervous system has learned to always keep itself on, in case of trouble.

As mentioned a few paragraphs earlier, Bruce also tends to blame himself for situations rather than looking at them objectively. While this can help him feel a semblance of control over a situation, because it implies he was the sole person responsible for the outcome, it's a double-edged sword because there are many, many times where Bruce has blamed himself much too harshly, and it became all too unconstructive. This is because most of his self-blame is simply the result of internalized emotional abuse from Brian. Effectively, if Bruce puts all the blame on himself and doesn’t even consider other possibilities, he’s continuing a cycle that Brian perpetrated in his youth.

All in all, Bruce has far more unhealthy coping mechanisms than healthy ones. He has a lot of unresolved baggage because of it.

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writeforfandoms · 3 years ago

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Not the Villain 12

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Okay guys. Here we go. This is the last chapter of the actual story. I do have an epilogue mostly written, and then we're done with this story.

Thank you all for coming on this ride with me. It's been a lot of fun for me to explore this world and these characters, and I appreciate every person who has supported this story!

Now, on we go...

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, swearing, we visit the medical facilities again, threatening conversations, strong-arming people into compliance, grandstanding, protective Marcus and Missy.

Word count: 2.5k

Marcus Moreno x f!reader

By the time you got down to the main floor and over to the meeting room, you knew something had gone wrong. Most of the kids and employees were in the hall, and you made your way cautiously to the front of the group.

Hercules was locked tight in Miracle's unrelenting grip, which was good. Both men were panting a little, muscles occasionally bulging as Hercules tried to break free. He wasn't used to not being the strongest person in the room.

Somehow, you had no sympathy for him.

Beyond those two, Marcus was at the front of the Heroics, both hands out. He looked tense, as stressed as you had ever seen him.

And at the far end of the room stood Pluto, looking a little like a cornered animal. He had one hand in Marcus's daughter's hair, holding her in front of him, clearly threatening.

"No closer," Pluto snapped, glancing desperately between Marcus, the rest of the team, and the exit. The only exit.

Fool. He had been so confident he hadn't bothered with an additional exit strategy.

"Missy," Marcus called softly.

"I'm okay, Dad." The girl put on a brave face, but you could see she was scared.

Well, shit. This could go very badly.

Pluto jerked a little as he saw you, his eyes narrowing and shoulders and chest puffing out with rage. "You," he spat with more vitriol than you'd ever heard from him. "What did you do to Jupiter?"

You stepped to the side, away from the Heroics. "I killed him," you answered simply.

Pluto froze, and for a moment you thought he'd charge you. Then he tightened his grip on Missy, making her eyes close tightly. "You little–"

"Now, now, let's not go around throwing names," you interrupted lightly. "Besides, we've got a more pressing matter at hand. You need a way out of here."

Pluto shifted his weight, staying silent. But you both knew you were right.

"What are you doing?" Someone asked from behind you.

"Shut up!" Someone else hissed. You couldn't tell if they were talking to you or the first person. Either way, you ignored them both.

"You know you're not getting out of here without leverage," you continued gently. "So I have a proposal."

Pluto glared at you, hate clear on his face, but he nodded once, short and sharp. "I'm listening."

"You let go of the girl. She and I will walk with you to the back doors. You leave, she goes back to her dad."

Pluto shook his head sharply. "Not a chance," he growled. "You're worthless, dead or alive. You're no good to me."

"Then it won't hurt if I join you two."

"No!" He bared his teeth at you. "Don't you dare."

"Okay," you agreed easily, holding your hands up. "What's your plan here?"

He licked his lips, his free hand trembling as he looked around again. "Everyone move away," he demanded. "Back up."

Marcus didn't move, even as the rest of the team did. You sidestepped rather than backing up, trying to figure out how you could flip the situation.

"You too," Pluto snapped at Marcus.

"That's my daughter," Marcus snapped back. His fingers twitched at his side, once sharply, then slow and consistent.

"Good, then you'll back up and get out of my way." Pluto took one step forward, pushing Missy ahead of him. You stepped back and further to the side.

"You need to let her go," Marcus insisted. He held his ground, gaze focused on Pluto. Almost too much so. He didn't look at Missy.

And it only took you a moment to realize why. Missy was wearing some kind of metal bracelet, which was slowly sliding off of her wrist on its own.

"I'll let her go when I'm safe," Pluto snarled, giving Missy a little shake. She gasped, tears springing to her eyes.

"Now," Marcus growled. "Before either of us leaves this room."

"You leave first." Pluto shifted his weight again, getting cagey.

Things happened so fast you didn't even see all of it. Missy grabbed the bracelet, now free of her wrist, and threw it hard against the wall, where it made a loud noise. Pluto startled, half-turning to look for the source of the noise, his grip relaxing just enough that Missy dropped to the floor like a stone.

The knife, still bloody, flew through the air and the hilt hit Pluto squarely in the shoulder, knocking him off balance. Marcus rushed forward, diving for Missy and covering her body with his.

There was a blur of movement, a moment of shouting, and Pluto slammed into the wall on the far side of the room and fell into a crumpled ball on the floor.

Several of the team moved forward to restrain Pluto, who was out cold. Marcus started to frantically check his daughter over, pulling her into a tight hug.

You felt light headed with relief. It was… over? It seemed to be over. The Heroics seemed to be in cleanup and recovery mode, anyway.

Oh wait. You were actually lightheaded. Huh. You tried to breathe deeply, and couldn't. Your legs gave out, sending you to the floor. You blinked rapidly, trying to cling to consciousness. The last thing you heard was a shout from Marcus before you toppled over onto your side and knew no more.

You woke slowly, groggy, feeling kind of floaty. There were soft noises around you - a rhythmic beeping, the gentle whoosh of air, murmuring of people further away. You blinked a few times, feeling like you were lagging. The light was bright enough to see by, but not painful. You were resting on something soft. Everything around you that you could see (which was mainly the ceiling and a wall) was white.

Honestly, you would have gone back to sleep, except for the curly head that popped into your field of vision.

Missy grinned down at you, seemingly ecstatic. “You’re finally awake! How do you feel? Are you in pain? Oh, wait, let me get my dad!”

You blinked, struggling to catch up to her questions even as she darted off out of your vision again. Lifting your head was a near-herculean task, but you managed it, at least enough to look around.

You were in a medical facility. You could see a couple machines around you, nothing too intense. Everything else was white. But your toes moved when you wiggled them, and your fingers moved. So. Yay.

Marcus and Missy walked over to you, taking the two chairs next to your bed. "Hi," Marcus greeted softly, smiling at you. That was one hell of a smile - warm and soft and actually, genuinely pleased. "How are you feeling?"

"Floaty," you answered after a moment of struggling to remember how to talk. Your tongue was thick and your throat very dry. "Water?"

"Ice chips." Marcus jiggled a cup and held it out to you. "Careful with your arm, your ribs got pretty busted."

Oh yeah, they had. And they reminded you of that when Marcus leveled the bed more upright and you reached for the cup of ice. Ow. But not too bad.

"Thank you." You took some ice and let it melt on your tongue, resisting the urge to just crunch down the whole cup in one go. "What happened? I remember passing out."

Missy huffed. "You gave everyone a heart attack when you collapsed," she said, gently scolding. "We were worried."

You smiled wryly. "I doubt everyone was, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"We got you to medical after you collapsed," Marcus told you. One of his hands landed on the bed, next to yours. You watched him very closely as you inched your hand over enough to hook your pinky over his fingers. He smiled. "Clymene, Pluto, Hercules, and Ares are in custody. Achilles is currently being pursued, and Dione has not yet been found."

You nodded. "Won't find Dione," you predicted. "She's good at hiding." You stuck another ice chip in your mouth. "So, what's my damage this time?"

"Three broken ribs, two more just cracked, bruised organs, and your knee is healing up." Marcus delivered the information calmly, matter of fact. Missy still winced in sympathy.

"Huh." You considered that, wrinkling your nose. "Doesn't feel that bad."

"You're still on the good drugs," Marcus said, amused. "You'll feel it soon."

You shrugged, just a little. "And the rest of the team? The kids?"

"The kids are all fine," Marcus soothed.

"Because of you." Missy smiled at you, bright and cheerful.

You scoffed. "Nah, I just made a distraction," you deflected, flicking your fingers dismissively. "You guys did all the heavy lifting."

"That is what I've been saying," came a new voice from the still-open doorway.

Barry stood there, hands tucked in his pockets, faux-casual as he looked between the three of you.

"Barry." Marcus stood, smile gone, shoulders tight. "I thought we agreed to wait a few more days?"

"Hm. You suggested that." Barry smiled, eyes still cold. "I think the sooner we get this cleared up, the better."

You thought about standing, to put yourself on a level with the men. And then discarded the thought. You'd only be distracted by pain. "May I ask what this is regarding?" You smiled as well, though you knew it was your villain smile. Cold. Calculating. Entirely too much Jupiter in that expression.

Hmm. You'd have to work on that, come up with your own thing.

"This is regarding what we are going to do with you." Barry took two slow steps forward, until he was standing near the foot of your bed. "Kiddo, you might wanna go stay with your friends for a while." He glanced down at Missy.

"No." She tipped her chin up to glare at him, stubborn as her dad. "I'm staying here."

Barry shrugged and looked back at you. "So, the rest of your team is dead, captured, or about to be captured. We have video of you killing Jupiter."

"After defending and freeing us," Marcus interjected, glaring at Barry.

"We also have video of you fighting Clymene. Destroying property. Et cetera."

You just sighed, soft and resigned. Yeah. You'd figured freedom was a long shot. You had too much against you to ever be anything but a villain. "So you want to lock me up and throw away the key," you guessed.

"No," Marcus interjected, almost at the same moment his daughter objected loudly, "No!"

"That is part of the discussion," Barry said, shrugging easily. "What to do with you."

"She defended the kids," Marcus pointed out, in the tone of someone who has had this argument too many times already. "We both saw that she bought the girls time to get away when she fought Clymene."

Barry shrugged again, gaze focused on you. "Do you have anything to add in your defense?"

You blinked at him once, slowly. You were tired. Your brain still felt foggy, slow. And if you were honest with yourself?

You didn't think you deserved freedom. Or peace. Not really.

Barry took your silence as an answer, and he nodded. "Very well. I'll decide what to do with you, and I'll let you know by tomorrow."

"Barry–" Marcus started. One of his hands had clenched into a fist.

"I've heard it all already, Moreno," Barry said dismissively. "I'll take your point of view into account."

"I think you better wait and hear it again." Miracle Guy stood in the doorway, fists on his hips in a very heroic pose. You swallowed hard, the heart monitor betraying you with a sudden chirp and increase in beeps. Stupid fucking thing.

Barry looked surprised, both eyebrows raising. "Why is that?"

"Because we have a counter proposal." Miracle lifted his chin, looking down at Barry. Missy, bless her, scooted around her dad to turn off the heart rate monitor. She was officially your new favorite person.

Especially since she stood next to you and held your hand.

Barry looked between Marcus and Miracle, surprise slowly fading to calculations. "Very well. What is your proposal?"

"Alecto died in the attack." Marcus spoke firmly, but not aggressively. His hands loosened at his sides, though he didn't lose his tension. "In her fight with Jupiter."

"That's very poetic, but Alecto is right here." Barry waved a hand at you, and you gripped Missy's hand a little tighter.

"No. Alecto died." Marcus smiled, finally, and glanced down at you as he used your name. Your birth name. Again. "Nobody knows who she is, so she'll be safe."

"Well." Barry rocked back on his heels a little, looking between Miracle and Marcus again. "That's very noble, and certainly an idea, but I cannot simply allow her to go free, Marcus. She is, or was, a villain."

"Was," Miracle spoke up, shifting to cross his arms over his chest and loom more effectively in the doorway. "No villain I've ever seen would risk their life defending kids. She ain't a villain."

Your jaw may have dropped. Just a little. Because. What?

Barry looked kind of stunned too. "Wait just a damn minute," he started.

"Oh shut up, Barry," Miracle growled. "She helped the kids, she helped us, she gave us invaluable information about the situation. We all agree that she deserves a second chance." Miracle glared at Barry. "All of us."

"Well." Barry cleared his throat and shifted his weight. "I see. Since you are all in agreement, I suppose I should… consider it carefully."

"You don't need to consider it," Miracle said. "Just accept it."

Barry swallowed. He looked like a man stuck between a rock and a hard place. Somehow, you couldn't dredge up any sympathy for him. "I still can't agree to just let her go free."

"She can stay with me. With us." Marcus shot Missy a little smile, which she returned tenfold. "I'll keep an eye on her, but she'll be fine. Alecto will be gone, so there won't be any issues."

Barry sighed, long and slow. "On your own head be it," he muttered. "Okay. Fine. Once she's healed enough to go, she can go with you, Marcus. I'll… make sure Alecto is taken care of."

Miracle, apparently satisfied, nodded and left. Barry gave you one last inscrutable look, and then left.

Missy squealed in happiness and turned to hug you, exuberant but somehow gentle enough to not aggravate your ribs.

Marcus smiled down at the two of you, one of his hands taking yours. "So, how does it feel to be a free woman?" He asked you, sitting next to you again.

Your smile was a little wobbly, overwhelmed as you were. "I can't… I don't know how…" you shook your head as the first tears slid down your cheeks, and your laugh was a little wet. "Ask me again when my ribs hurt less."

That caused a flurry of fussing from the two, and set you off laughing, even though that definitely hurt.

And when you held Marcus's gaze, when his smile turned a little softer, when his hand squeezed yours? Well, for the first time in a long time you really let yourself think about a future. With him. And Missy.

You didn't stop smiling for days.

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angryinternetduck · 4 years ago

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Bet On It

HELLO i’m back again with not only another fic but another friends to lovers!!! here’s 5.9k on hotel mishaps, long-term bets, and falling in love. featuring harry styles x reader with just a few warnings of explicit language and alcohol consumption.

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Five Years Ago

If you hadn’t met him an hour before in the bar of the hotel, you would’ve said no. Share a hotel room with a stranger just because the hotel fucked up and double booked a room? No. Absolutely not.

Except -

His name was Harry. He was very cute. And sweet. He complimented your shoes in the bar, dimpling at you all cutely before holding out his hand and introducing himself. He let you prattle on for way too long, laughing at all your jokes and nodding gravely when you started getting serious.

And surprisingly, when you said you had to go, he didn’t ask you out or try to kiss you. He just told you it was nice to meet you with a smile. Problem was that that wasn’t the last you saw of him; when you went up to the desk to get your key card, the receptionist informed you of the mistake.

“We’ve double booked it. You’ll have to work it out amongst yourselves,” they said. “We can suggest other places to stay, or you can sleep in the lobby. Or - of course, you can always share. He’s over there. Guy in the pink shirt.”

You looked over, and lo and behold…

“Harry.”

“We meet again.”

“Was this your doing?” you joked. “All that to get me in a room with you?”

Harry grinned. “I wish I were that smart.”

“So just coincidence?”

“Or perhaps fate,” Harry replied with a shrug.

“Did you know?” you asked. “When you, uh - introduced yourself?”

He shook his head and said, “Not that it was you.”

“Well, now that you do, what do you say? Share the room?”

Harry tilted his head from side to side, pondering. “Let’s prove it was fate,” he decided, meeting your gaze with a grin. Your brows furrowed, and he clarified. “Rock, paper, scissors. I win, we’ll share. You win, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” He held out his fist.

“Won’t make me find somewhere else?” you asked, smiling a bit. “Would rather share?”

He shrugged.

“Alright, then.”

Both of you counted silently, in your heads -

Rock, paper, scissors…

Harry grinned, and you made a fist from your scissors to bump his rock.

“Fate it is,” you said.

Fate proved to be in your favor; that night, you had the most fun you’d ever had in your life. To your surprise, however, the fun didn’t involve sex. Just talking. You sat on the bed drinking booze from the minifridge and talking until dawn with this Harry Styles.

It came up at one point, sex - or at least kissing did - but neither ever happened.

It was around three, when the exhaustion had set in, when you were lying down, gazing into each other’s eyes, half asleep. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” he’d whispered, and you grinned at him. “I should be asking you that, don’t you think?”

He looked confused. “Why’s that?”

“You’re the one in love with me,” you told him.

He giggled, rubbing his eyes. “And what makes you say that?”

“You wanted to share!” you exclaimed, like it was obvious, because it was.

“Sharing is caring.”

You bounced your brows. “Caring. Loving.”

Harry laughed and insisted, “Not the same!”

“I’d bet a million bucks you’re in love with me,” you murmured, tapping his nose.

“Then a million bucks you’d lose.”

“You will be,” you said, nodding slightly.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, a smile growing on his lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a million bucks to give me on my deathbed when I still only care?” he said.

“Do you have a million bucks to give me when you confess?” you said back.

He stared at you for a second. His eyes were very green, his smile very wistful. “A kiss.”

“A kiss?” you echoed.

Harry nodded. “I will bet you one kiss that I will never fall in love with you.”

“You’re gonna want a lot more than one kiss when you inevitably do,” you whispered.

“At least one kiss,” he amended.

“At least one kiss,” you agreed.

“Shake on it?”

You both shifted around in the bed so you could shake hands without sitting up.

“It’s a bet,” Harry said.

And so it was.

***

Present Day

“Give it to me straight, Styles,” you greet Harry, plopping down at your table with a sigh.

He hesitates for a moment, drawing out the suspense, and then breathes, “Care.”

You shake your head disappointedly. “Unbelievable, how bad you are at lying, you -”

Harry interrupts, “What’s really unbelievable is your tardiness -”

Then you do: “Your annoyingness -”

He pouts and fires back, “Your vocabulary -”

“Your lack thereof -”

“That’s not proper English.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You’re not proper English.”

“I promise you I am,” he replies with a smirk.

“I’ve always thought the accent was fake.”

“If it were, I’d be the greatest impersonator to walk the earth.”

“Impersonator?” you repeat. “And tell me, what is an impersonator but a talented liar?”

He gives you a grin. “I’ll take the compliment of talented, thank you.”

Leveling his gaze, you smile back and take a sip of your drink. “You know, I think that actually was proper English,” you muse. “Lack thereof. Your vocabulary - or lack thereof.” Harry bites his lip, eyes narrowed, staring at you, and you’re tempted to joke that his focus is lust when he replies, “It’s still wrong. I was saying your vocabulary is naive, and by saying I have none, you’re fundamentally saying the same. It’s redundant.”

Clearly satisfied with himself, he sits back, smiles smugly, and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Harry Styles,” you say, “I’m going to smack that smirk right off your pretty face.”

“Second compliment in a day!” Harry exclaims. “Someone alert the press.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your own drink. “Why, they’d have a field day.”

The little cafe you’re in is absolutely adorable. It’s midway between your place and Harry’s, and after that fateful night in the hotel (during which you learned you live so close to each other), you began a tradition of meeting here once a week.

Tradition doesn’t end with just the location and time. Each meeting is almost exactly the same. You’re always late, and you always greet him the same way: some variation of “Have you fallen in love with me yet?”

And his reply is always the same: negative.

From there, the conversation wanders as much as it ever does, with one asking about the other’s week and the response being long and filled with complaints and woes and lamentations. The question is echoed back, and the response is - again - long, filled with complaints, woes, etc.

Despite the moaning and groaning, the mood never falls too low. It’s impossible to feel down around Harry Styles; just one look at those dimples makes a smile of your own appear on your face.

Your friendship with him has certainly blossomed. It’s a wonder he hasn’t fallen in love yet (or maybe he has, you’ll never know unless he says), and a greater wonder still that he hasn’t turned the question around on you.

Because the answer would be yes. You have, in fact, fallen in love with him.

Deeply, madly, in love.

But he’ll never know, because you’ll never say.

***

“I love you,” you tell Harry breathlessly, looking up at him lovingly. “Most ardently.”

Harry shakes his head. “No, no - I’m just a girl! I’m just a girl, standing in front of -”

“I’ll always be there for you!” you cut in excitedly. “All the love in my heart, Llo -”

“Michael, I love you!” Harry gushes. “Choose me, marry me, let me make you happy!”

You jump up and jut a finger at him dramatically. “We live in a cynical world!” you exclaim. “A cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you! You - you complete me!”

Harry jumps up to match you and begins, “I hate that -” then shakes his head and restarts, “I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie - I hate it when you make me laugh and - and - and even worse when you make me cry - I hate the way - I hate it when” - he’s grinning big now, jumping with excitement and passion - “you’re not around and the fact you didn’t call - but - but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all!”

It all came out in a rush of jumbled words and you’re so impressed you can’t help but sit back down and clap for him. Bright red, Harry takes a bow and collapses onto his couch next to you. “That took way too much effort,” he says, out of breath.

“It was worth it,” you tell him. “That was dazzling, really. You should go on the road.”

Harry nods. “One man show. Shakespeare. All of his long monologues, then bam - a poem better than all the others combined.” You giggle and fall into him, leaning against his chest with a sigh. “I’ll come with you,” you say. “Follow you to the ends of the earth and hold my breath to Pluto.”

“What’s that from?” Harry asks.

“That’s all me, baby.”

“Maybe the poem better than all the others combined could be yours.”

“Impossible,” you say immediately. “Nothing will ever beat Kat Stratford.”

“I’ll manage.”

You scoff. “You?”

“We.”

You shake your head. “There’s no ‘we’ in genius, Styles, but there is an I.”

“And a U!” Harry replies.

You look up at him.

“Wait.”

Snickering, you sit up and stretch your arms towards the ceiling. “Stick to memorization, maybe. Leave the heavy lifting to me. You need some practice on that speech, anyway - I counted at least three errors, not to mention the stuttering.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Harry sings. “What do you say, can I confess my love to you every night for the sake of practice?” You shake your head, standing up again and grabbing an empty container of food to throw away. “Not without losing the bet.”

Harry follows you, cleaning up as he goes. “Just for the one man show!”

“No exceptions.” You grin at him, grabbing your stuff and heading for the door. “Thanks for the food, Styles. I’ll see you Sunday?” Harry nods and blows you a kiss, which you catch and put in your pocket. “I’ll save that for when you lose the bet,” you tell him.

“Get outta here,” Harry laughs.

You stick your tongue out at him and stick a post it note on the door frame as you leave.

***

Harry usually wakes up to a few texts. Maybe a call every so often. Notifications from social media aren’t uncommon. The only days he wakes up to nearly a hundred texts are the nights you decide to go to the outlook.

Whether or not you like staying up late normally, you stay up until the wee hours of the morning to go to this place you found about three hours outside of the city. It’s a bit of a drive, but it’s completely worth it.

There’s a little woods out there, and a while ago you went a bit off path and found an outcropping of rocks that look out over the city. At night, stars are visible. There’s nothing you love more than lying for hours on the cool stone, gazing up at the heavens above.

The first time you took Harry to the outlook, you asked a question, and Harry’s answer to that question was one of the only lies he’s ever told you. You’d asked, “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?”

And Harry had said, “Of course not!” when in reality, he’d been looking for an opening to mention that very fear for the twenty minutes before, while you’d been climbing steadily uphill through the trees.

In his defense, there was no way he could’ve said anything different. You were just so happy, glowing with excitement and practically buzzing with energy. Plus, you’d grabbed his hand at the moment you asked to pull him up the last ridge and he was still a bit startled.

He never came to regret that lie. He grew out of the fear, anyway, so it wasn’t a huge deal. In fact, he’s almost come to love heights. He loves the thrill, the burst of happiness, the insane phenomenon of a racing heart and the feeling of being totally at peace all at the same time.

Incidentally, he also feels that way around you, whether the two of you are a hundred feet up or not. He’s always enjoyed spending time with you, and even just seeing you makes him happy. It’s what makes you a good friend.

Harry’s gone with you a few times to the outlook, but it’s usually pretty late by the time you want to go. Sometimes you’ll call him and he’ll pick up, and you’ll talk on the phone until one of you falls asleep.

You went last night, apparently, because Harry scrolls through seventy-two text messages this morning. It takes a while, since he reads all of them and then replies, but he woke up early anyway so it’s fine.

It’s Sunday, so he’s headed to the cafe to meet you. He has a cup of coffee even though he’ll get one at the cafe, too. There’s a sticky note on the coffee maker - Note to self: tell Harry there’s a snickers bar in his sweatshirt pocket - which you probably left a few days ago.

Harry smiles at the note, then frowns, sticking his hand in his pocket. There is, in fact, a Snickers bar in there, and Harry throws it out. It’s from almost a month ago, when you and him had an August Halloween. The sun is just a little too bright. Harry listens to music in the car, humming along and tapping his hands against the wheel in time.

You’re late, of course, so he orders his second cup of coffee and reads a newspaper on the shelf while he waits. Today it’s five minutes until you arrive, which is actually more on time than usual, and Harry throws you a large brimmed hat he found in his closet when you approach the table.

“What say you, Harry Styles,” you greet him, catching the hat and placing it on your head. “Make a jester laugh” - you form a heart with your fingers - “or make a jester cry?” Your heart cracks in two as you pout at him.

Breaking a finger-heart of his own, Harry grins. “Laughing clowns were always creepier to me,” he tells you. You trace a finger down your cheek like a tear and sit down across from him, sliding a menu from its place on the wall and beginning to read it over.

You look up at him, half smiling, a joke on your lips, and then -

Harry blinks.

Just like that, something’s changed.

You snap in front of his face. “Hello? Anything? You could at least pretend to laugh.”

“Christ, sorry,” Harry breathes. “What’d you say?”

Raising a brow, you lean forward and inspect him. “You alright, there, Styles?”

“If I were any better and it’d be obscene,” Harry answers easily, tapping your nose.

Grinning, you sit back. “Fantastic. Tell me, then, how it’s been. Fill me in.”

“It’s a lot better seeing you in that hat.”

“Oh, I forgot!” you exclaim, looking up at it.

Harry giggles and asks, “You wanna know what one hat said to the other?”

“Oh, boy.”

“I’ll see you on a-head!”

Groaning dramatically, you throw the hat at him and bury your face in your hands.

***

"This is getting embarrassing, Styles,” you say as you walk up to Harry.

He turns around, a smile already on his face, and begins, “What’s -”

He stops when he sees you, because you’re all dressed up. You look absolutely stunning, which was on purpose, because of course you want to see his reaction, whether he loves you or not. And it’s very satisfactory, this reaction.

“You look fantastic,” Harry says softly.

You clear your throat, a little put off by how serious he’s being. “That was the goal.”

His eyes float back up to meet yours, a small smile on his face. “Thank you for coming.”

“You’re welcome,” you chirp. “But don’t let your head get too big - I only came for the free food and movie.” Finally, the glaze over his eyes fades, and he grins at you. He takes your arm, and as you walk, he asks, “You started a thought, you know, about something embarrass-”

You scoff. “You asked me on a date, Styles!”

“I did not!” Harry insists. He shakes his head. “My date ducked out at the last second -”

Smirking, you cut in, “Wonder why, Mr. Pink Suit.”

“- we were going to match, thank you - but really, she ducked out, and I wasn’t about to waste two perfectly good tickets. Thus… here we are.” He nods, like he’s pleased with his answer, but you raise a brow at him. “That’s a terrible excuse. You can just say you love me. I’ll accept.”

You arrive at his car. “Not yet,” he says, and then he gets in.

He starts the car, and for a moment, you gaze out the window.

Then, breaking the silence, you say, “I like the suit.”

“I like the look.”

“Thanks, I came up with it all by myself.”

“Impressive.”

You wait a moment, and then ask, “What inspired the pink?”

“She said she wanted a pink rose.”

Frowning, you begin, “I thought you said pink roses are -”

“Yeah, they’re not my favorite,” he mumbles.

You snicker a little. “Oh, what a bad date in high school can get you…”

“Hey, don’t tease,” Harry whines with a pout.

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmur. “You’re nice to dress up anyway. No rose, though?”

Sheepishly, he tells you, “I… forgot.”

“You forgot?” you laugh.

“Yeah…”

“Well, um… well, it’s the thought that counts.”

Harry pulls into the parking lot and parks the car, then unlocks the doors. “Come on,” he says, but you frown at him, confused. “You know you pulled in the wrong way?” you ask, but he just beckons with his hand and opens the trunk.

You hadn’t even looked - there’s pillows back there, and candy, and blankets, and he flicks on little fairy lights. “Harry Styles, you romantic!” you gasp, enthralled. “Wow, I gotta meet this girl, if you’re doing all this for her…”

He sits down and pats the space next to him, then grabs a pack of candy - your favorite. He hands it to you, which you take with a slow smile. “Her favorite too?” you ask. “Nope,” Harry replies, shaking his head as he opens his own pack of candy. “Forgot to ask her, but when I called her in the store she wouldn’t pick up so I just… got yours.” He clears his throat and hands you a bag of popcorn. “There’s this, too.”

“Thanks, Styles.”

On the huge screen in front of you, the movie begins to roll. You take a risk, sliding a little on the seat so you’re leaning against Harry, head against his chest. You can feel him breathing, his heart beating, his arm around your waist, thumb gently moving back and forth over the fabric of your clothes.

You fall asleep for most of the movie.

When you wake up, you’re leaned against a pillow, not Harry. Frowning and out of sorts, you sit up and rub your eyes. He’s leaned against the car outside, on the phone, and you can just barely make out what he’s saying.

“... I know, it’s… Yeah, I - I’m sorry you couldn’t make it, love. I missed you…”

The familiar feeling of tears building behind your eyes horrifies you, and you have to turn your back to him as tears start slipping down your cheeks. You’d somehow managed to convince yourself that it was all a ruse, that he’d meant it to be you from the start, that there was no other girl, that all along it was -

“Hey,” Harry says.

You cough, palming away the tears on your face and yawning like you’d just woken up. “Oh, hey… How’s, um - how’s she doing? Or - whoever - I mean -” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you whisper.

“She’s fine,” Harry tells you. “How are you? Took a pretty long nap there…”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I was… I’m tired.”

“C’mon, then, let’s get you home.” He smiles at you, dimpling adorably, and holds out his hand. You take it and slide off the back of his car. “Thanks,” you say. He nods and shuts the trunk while you get into the passenger seat.

You don’t say anything as he starts the car, as he backs out and heads for your place. He glances over at you, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, and eventually turns on the radio. You fold up a sticky note and covertly slide it into the center console.

“I’ll see you Sunday,” you tell him when he stops the car.

He nods. “See you then.”

You hold his gaze for a second, and then get out of the car. As you’re shutting the door, Harry says, “Hey!” and you stop. “Hey, er - thank you. For coming tonight. I know it was a little… It was a bit much.”

“Not too much at all,” you say softly. “Bye, Harry.”

You shut the door.

***

The sticky note business began about a year after Harry met you. He’d mentioned something about refrigerator magnets being the most charming form of communication ever invented, and the next day he found a sticky note on his mirror that said, Note to self: find a more charming form of communication than refrigerator magnets.

Harry doesn’t find the sticky note in his console until the next night, when he’s driving home after working late and he’s trying to find his phone. It’s ringing, and it’s your ringtone, which is really, really annoying because you set it to the worst song you could think of so he’d be motivated to pick it up fast.

It’s not in the center console. It’s actually in his pocket. He picks it up.

“Harry, you gotta tell me now,” you say immediately. “Do you love me?”

“I -”

“Love or care, Styles.” You sound breathless. “L or C. Lover or Cunt. Tell me now.”

“Cunt,” Harry says reflexively, and then shakes his head. “I mean -”

“You don’t love me.” You don’t sound upset at all. You’re just clarifying.

Harry frowns. “I… What’s going on?”

“Well, I think I love this guy, Styles, and I’m about to fuck him, so I’ll talk to you later.”

And then you hang up.

Harry stares at his phone for a moment. Then he puts it down, frowning at the street in front of him, and thinks for a while until he gets home. When he does, he’s shutting the center console, which he’d left open, and he sees the little post it note.

Note to self: buy a pink rose for h to make him like them bc they’re pretty

Sitting in his car, staring at the note, Harry can’t help but think he’s messed it all up.

***

Sunday. You don’t show up.

***

Another Sunday. Harry orders a coffee and reads the newspaper.

You don’t show up.

***

You answer a text.

He asks if you’re okay, and you say, Yup!

***

You send a text.

Hey, Styles? Can you bring me a flower?

***

He should’ve gone to your place first, Harry’s thinking. He should’ve checked there, and then gone here. But it’s too late now. He’s stepping out of his car, trekking through the forest, and he’s finally here, and -

You’re on your back, staring at the stars.

“You know, I really thought he was the one.”

Harry bites on his lip and fiddles with the flower in his hands. “Did you?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then you sigh and sit up. “No.”

“He didn’t - you’re not… You’re okay, right?”

“Nothing’s broken but my heart,” you murmur. “Physically, I’m fine, emotionally, I’m…”

You fade off, and Harry sits next to you and hands you the flower.

“Yellow,” you whisper. You look up at him, eyes wide in the moonlight. “Why yellow?”

“Color of your shirt the first time I met you.”

Smiling, you murmur, “Memory of an elephant.”

“I couldn’t remember her favorite candy,” Harry says impulsively. He shuts his eyes, exhaling softly. “Sorry. Wrong thing to say.” You shake your head, looking forward again. “It’s fine. How’s she doing?”

“Wouldn’t know.”

Surprised, you glance at him again. “You mean you -?”

Harry shrugs. “She said my priorities weren’t right. Then she said goodbye.”

“We’re just a coupla broken hearted fools, aren’t we?” you say quietly.

“Broken hearted, yes,” Harry replies, “but I’m not a fool. Don’t know about you.”

You scoff, hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “We’re having a moment here!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry says, but he’s laughing so the apology is moot.

There’s a beat of silence, and then you say, “I would’ve known about her if I hadn’t missed all our Sundays. I’m sorry.” Harry shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun, at least? With Mr. Heartbreak?”

You giggle. “So much fun.”

“Well… that’s good, at least.”

He looks at you, really looks, and for a moment, he forgets himself.

You’re looking up at the stars, your head tilted up, your lips curved upwards in a smile.

Harry’s expression matches yours. It’s one of quiet awe, of happiness and joy and adoration. He’s smiling, too, but it’s not as conscious. It’s more reflexive, something he can’t help but do whenever he catches sight of this view. He’s not looking at the stars, though - his gaze is focused on you.

“Come on!” you exclaim suddenly, jumping up. “This is the perfect excuse to watch The Notebook again.” Harry blinks, standing up and following you back to his car. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” he says.

***

Ideally, on the anniversary of your meeting Harry, you’d both rent a hotel room and get drunk on the minibar, talking nonsense until morning, to properly reenact that first night together. Problem with that is that hotel rooms cost money.

So instead, you have a sleepover. Last year it was at your place, so this year it’s at his. The good thing about not being in a hotel is that you can buy normal size bottles of booze, rather than the teeny ones from the minibar.

He’s grabbing everything from the kitchen while you’re queueing up the movie on the TV in his room. It’s not cooperating, though, and you’re rooting through all the wires in the back to try and find something that’s supposed to be connected.

“Harry, if you don’t get in here this second!” you shout at him.

“Did you get the other remote?” he shouts back.

You groan and whine, “Just come in here!”

“I haven’t gotten everything yet! Look for the second remote. It’s in one of the drawers.”

“Which drawers?” you yell.

He doesn’t reply.

So you ruffle through the drawers closest to the TV. Books, papers, chargers. No remotes. You go further and find his record collection. A few photo albums. You stick a sticky note on the top one that says, Note to self: go through these. There’s more books. A few DVDs.

And then - a folder. It has a yellow flower on it.

Frowning, you glance at the door behind you and then flip it open. What must be a hundred post it notes fall out. Your jaw drops, just slightly, because they’re all from you. Every sticky note you’ve ever left him is in this folder. He kept them all.

“Did you find it?” Harry shouts.

You ask, “Find what?” but your voice is too soft and he doesn’t hear you.

He shouts your name again, and you quickly shove the folder back where you got it. You clear your throat, then yell, “Harry, I can’t find it!” Finally, he comes in, arms full of food and drink, and tugs open the top drawer on his bedside table with his foot.

And there it is.

“Have I got to do everything around here or what?” he jokes.

You give him a laugh and set up the TV, which works just fine now that you have the right tools. Harry sets everything down and puts his hands on his hips, raising a brow at you. “You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, fine,” you tell him. “Just grew a few white hairs waiting for you to come back.”

He sticks his tongue out and tosses a bag of chips at you. “Ha, ha, very funny.”

Finally, the movie’s set up, and you lean against his bed, sighing in contentment as the opening credits start to play. Harry hands you a glass and holds his own out, which you knock against your own. “Cheers, Styles,” you say. “To five years.”

“And counting.”

Grinning, you drink up and then settle back to watch the film.

***

His voice is thick.

Like honey.

It drips off his tongue, catches on his lips, slides down the column of his throat and glistens in the dim light. It’s rich. Deep. It turns to crystal in the cool air around you as his words fade off. You want to reach out and feel it on your fingers, want to taste it on your tongue, want to feel it slide over your lips, down your throat…

“... and then, suddenly, I was flying out the window with the worst pain I’ve ever -”

“Harry,” you interrupt with a giggle, “this is the third time you’ve told this story tonight.”

“It’s a good story!”

“Lemme see,” you say, crawling forward, and you’re on his lap now but you can’t really bring yourself to care because this is for scientific purposes. Harry grins and puts his hands on your waist and you giggle again and put your fingers on his jaw. “Lemme see your tongue.”

“Wanna see it or touch it?”

You smirk and reply, “How ‘bout lick it?”

“That’s gross!” Harry exclaims with a delighted laugh.

“I know!” you exclaim back, equally delighted.

“It’s broken,” Harry says, but he’s opening his mouth so it comes out all warbled. “I’m broken, you know -” You peer at his tongue, but it doesn’t look very broken. “No, you’re not,” you tell him.

“On the inside,” Harry says, pouting at you.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, nestling your head on his shoulder in a hug. “You’re warm,” you say, “that’s what you are.” Harry nods against you, running his hands up and down your back. “You fix me,” he slurs into your neck.

“That’s so romantic!” you giggle.

You sit there for a second, breathing him in, feeling happy, and then suddenly -

“I’m roasting,” Harry says, and it’s morning.

“I’m so hot,” you groan, “and my head hurts so bad…”

Harry grunts and pushes against you. “Get off me.”

You open your eyes, squinting in the sunlight, and fall off of him and onto the floor.

He stands up, moaning and groaning, and walks out. You may have fallen asleep again because when he comes back in and hands you a glass of water and some medicine you’re blinking back awake. “Thanks,” you mumble, downing both.

“That was something,” Harry says.

“Something for sure,” you say.

“I can’t move,” Harry says.

“Me neither.”

So you don’t. The day drags on, and when you’re both coherent enough for food you go to the kitchen. Harry cooks something up, and you eat it, sitting next to him at the kitchen island. You feel his foot against yours, and you play a half-delirious game of footsie as you finish eating.

Once you’re all done, Harry stands up and starts to wash the dishes. You watch him, watch his back and his arms and the way he moves, and stand up and stand next to him, grabbing a dish towel and holding out your hand. He hands you the plate, and you dry it.

It’s comfortable, the silence, and it’s more than peaceful, standing there drying dishes with Harry in the early afternoon. There aren’t many dishes, but you both take your time, and eventually he breaks the silence and the productivity to put on some music.

And then, suddenly, you’re dancing, a smile on your face that you can’t seem to get rid of curving your lips as you float around the kitchen with him. He’s bopping along to the song, hand in yours, dish towel over his shoulder after he stole it from you.

The dancing carries you to the living room, where he twirls you out so you can collapse onto the couch. He does the same, and you put your feet on his lap, head on the armrest, looking at him.

“You’re staring,” he says.

“You’re in front of me.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You raise a brow, smiling and still holding his gaze, and then sit up. “Staring contest, go.”

Instantly, he blinks, and you laugh, “Fuck’s sake.”

“No, no, again,” he demands, grinning, and he blinks quickly a few times before declaring, “Go.” The staring begins. Your eyes begin to sting, and you bite your lip, trying to keep your eyes open.

“We should watch Bird Box,” Harry whispers.

“Saw it last week.”

“I saw it,” he corrects. “You hid behind your hands the entire time.”

“You were the one screaming like a baby.”

“I prefer rom-coms, you know that.”

“Sometimes you need a little variety in life.”

“I lost the bet.”

You blink.

“Victory,” Harry says, a bit weakly, blinking too.

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Victory,” Harry repeats, smiling sheepishly.

“No, no, before that,” you insist, shaking your head.

“I lost the bet,” Harry repeats softly.

You swallow thickly. “What bet?”

Harry bites his lip, concentrating, and then stands up and walks away. You scoff, following him, and ask again. “What bet?” He shakes his head, quiet, and opens his refrigerator, looking for something.

“Harry, for the love of -”

He holds out a kiss. A chocolate kiss.

Your eyes widen.

He steps closer, holding the kiss out on his palm. “I lost the bet,” he says. “I fell in love with you.” Your breath catches in your throat. “I don’t know if you feel the same,” he goes on, “so I… I don’t want to kiss you. I mean - I do, but -”

He holds the kiss closer to you. “I lost,” he finishes quietly.

You can’t find the right words.

So instead, you close the distance and kiss him.

The chocolate kiss falls to the floor, and fireworks erupt behind your eyelids.

After a moment, the words come.

And then, when you pull away for a moment, you both speak at the same time -

“I love you.”

Laughter bubbles from your lips, and Harry grins, kissing you again.

“So I guess I didn’t lose after all,” he murmurs.

You smile against his lips. “Let’s call it a tie.”

***

AHHHH there it is!!!! i actually did write this in like . two days . which was ! great haha but i hope u liked it!!!! if u did, feedback and a reblog would be much appreciated 💜

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witchyweasley · 4 years ago

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Product Testing- George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: George and his girlfriend have fun in the shop after hours.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, light bondage, daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting

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“Fred, go ahead and leave! We are capable of locking up the store!” I said, pushing Fred towards the door.

“But what about-,” he started.

“We can do it. What we can’t do is save you from the wrath of your hot girlfriend if you’re late to another date,” I said.

“She’s right, you should get going before Angelina puts you out on the couch again,” George laughed.

“Fine, fine! I’m going!” Fred said, grabbing his jacket and finally heading out the door. We watched as he turned the corner, before continuing with our closing duties.

As I was on a ladder, dusting a high shelf and reorganizing products, the curtains on the windows in front were drawn in quickly. I looked and saw George had his wand out and had drawn them shut.

“What are you doing? We don’t normally do that until we have to leave?” I asked.

“Come down here,” he said sternly. I furrowed my eyebrows and descended from the top of the ladder.

“What’s up?” I asked. Instead of answering, George grabbed my face and crashed his lips hungrily onto mine. Moaning slightly into the kiss, I kissed back with the same ferocity. His hands trailed down to my waist massaging my hips before sliding a hand underneath my skirt to hold my hip. He bunched up the skirt and stepped back, looking to see what I was wearing underneath.

“You wore my favorite pair of underwear and expected me to not fuck you senseless?” He laughed, snapping the silky fabric against my hip.

“I forgot I was wearing them,” I admitted.

“Well I didn’t, every time you got up on that ladder or bent over to pick up something I had to restrain myself,” he growled, kissing me again.

“Who says you have to restrain yourself now?” I teased.

“Exactly,” he said, his large hands grabbing my ass and pulling me into another heated kiss. I moaned into the kiss, snaking my hands up his neck to tug lightly at his ginger hair.

“In fact, I was hoping we could try out a new product,” he said as I kissed down his neck, my fingers working at the buttons on his shirt.

“George, we already know the love potions won’t work on me,” I said.

“No, these are um, new products. Adult products if you will,” he smirked.

“Oh, what are they?” I asked.

“Well, how do you feel about being tied up?” George said.

“I’m interested,” I said.

“So we got these ties that will attach to anything, so people could be restrained without needing specific bed posts or something like that,” George said, heading to the back to find the tester.

“Let’s test them out,” I said, sitting on the counter. George held out two of the red ribbons for me.

“Put these on your wrists” he said. As I slid them onto my wrist, George slipped the other two onto my ankles. Once the ties were on me, I started unbuttoning my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders. Sliding my skirt down along with it. George just watched me with his mouth gaping open.

“What? I don’t trust you to not rip up another uniform and I’m tired of buying new ones,” I said.

“I’m not complaining. Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly, standing between my legs and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Remember the safe word?”

“Pluto,” I said, confirming the word.

“Now let’s see how well these things work,” George said, stepping back. He aimed his wand at my left hand and muttered a spell, suddenly sending my arm back towards the edge of the counter, my right hand soon following it. He then muttered the spell while pointing at my ankles, sending the ribbons down to the floor and spreading my legs open.

“How’s that?” he asked. I tugged against the ribbon to test its strength. It didn’t move, but it had enough give so that it didn’t hurt me.

“Pretty good,” I said.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, all tied up like this,” George breathed out, his hands tracing the length of my thighs. He pressed a harsh kiss to my lips, massaging the outside of my thighs.

His hands moved from the outside of my thighs to my inner thighs, dangerously close to my dripping pussy. My hips moved upwards, trying to find contact where I wanted it.

“Patience baby,” George said, moved his hands back down towards my knees.

“Please, Georgie,” I moaned.

“That’s not my name,” he whispered into my ear before lightly tugging it with his teeth. It’s not often that he enters a more dominant space, but when he does he goes all out.

“Please… daddy,” I moaned out.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“You,” I sighed.

“You’ve got me already. What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Touch me, daddy,” I begged, looking up at him. He smirked and brought his hands back to my inner thighs. His thumb pressing against my clit gently before rubbing slow circles around it. His other hand reached up to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardening nipple.

His hands then moved my underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers in my wetness.

“Hmmm, who’s got you so wet baby?” George smirked.

“You, you do daddy,” I moaned as he brushed over my clit again.

“Is it good when I touch you here?” George said, brushing my clit again.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned out, trying to buck my hips up to meet his hand.

“Ah ah ah, stop moving like that. I’m in charge here,” George said, pulling his hands away.

“I’m sorry daddy,” I said, hoping he would return his hands.

“Just don’t let it happen again,” George said, moving to stand behind me. He pressed soft kisses along the back of my neck, slowly pinching and pulling at my hardened nipples. My breathing deepened as one hand slid back down to my soaking core, gathering some of the wetness before slipping one finger into my pussy.

“Oh thank you daddy,” I moaned out as he pumped his finger into me.

“Such a good girl for me,” George whispered into my ear, his hot breath leaving shivers down my spine. He slid in another finger, stretching me as his other hand came down to rub my clit.

As soon as I involuntarily bucked my hips, George’s hands were off of me and I was begging for him to put them back.

“Please! Please daddy! I was so close,” I whined.

“Too bad darling, I told you not to move like that again and you did anyways. I’m not sure if you should be allowed to cum,” George said, walking back to my front.

“Please please please daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I begged.

“I don’t know, Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” George smirked, playing with the ribbon of the restraints on my wrists.

I couldn’t even form an answer as I watched George take his long, hard cock out from his trousers, stroking it. I just moaned in response, desperately wanting him to fuck me into the counter.

“Hmm, would you like that? Being a good little slut for the store? Letting people eat your delicious pussy and suck on those gorgeous tits,” George said, rubbing his cock against my slit. “Or even fucking your tight little pussy?”

I moaned out as he slowly slid into me, watching his cock disappear in me.

“Oh fuck daddy, you’re so big,” I moaned out.

“And you’re taking me so well, such a good little slut for daddy,” he said, grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a harsh kiss. He didn’t put pressure on my neck, but the action alone was enough to edge me dangerously close to the edge.

“Daddy please, I’m close,” I moaned.

“Already? I’ve barely done anything,” he teased.

“Please daddy, can I cum?” I begged, tears in my eyes from holding back.

“Cum on daddy’s cock baby girl,” he growled, slamming his hips into me. I cried out as I came, my legs shaking against the restraints. George didn’t stop though, he continued pounding into me. Grunting as he fucked me the hardest he ever has, bringing his hand to rub my already overly sensitive clit.

“Come on, I know you can do more than that,” he grunted, making me see stars.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, trying to move my hips away as I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Holy shit,” George said, coming down from his own high. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do what?” I asked breathlessly, trying to calm my shaking legs.

“Baby, you just squirted,” George said in awe. Before I could respond, George’s mouth was attached to my incredibly sensitive pussy, licking up whatever juices he could. He then kissed up my body, pressing a harsh kiss to my lips as I tasted myself in him.

“I...Well, wow,” I breathed out, “I think it’s safe to say this product is safe.”

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luvdsc · 5 years ago

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mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

One new notification: donutkillmyvibe uploaded a new video!

moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

jungjaeprince replied: 😂😂😂

10vely replied: @ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry

letswonwon commented:

whoop whoop

junguwu commented:

OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍

takoyaki_prince commented:

MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘

jisungpwark commented:

rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻

bigheadking replied: F ✊🏻😔

peachyangel replied: f 🥺🥺

yoitslucas replied: F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️

donutkillmyvibe replied: F 💔

morklyrawr replied: @ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????

officialgordonramsay commented:

didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?

apado_god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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Kiro’s Birth Chart- A Character Astrological Study

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRO 💛

It’s already the 9th where I am so here’s another super long post for our sunshine Kiro! Unfortunately I couldn’t go in much detail in the end as much as I would like because of risking very specific spoilers as I want everyone to have a chance of enjoying his own astrological study among the other boys. However, it is very similar to how I did my analysis here which had lots and lots of spoilers, so hopefully this will make up for the parts where I couldn’t expand on. So if you would like to read it to enhance your understanding and don’t mind spoilers, you are most welcome to have a read! I did also update it on just a few more things so if you want to stay updated on that post, you can have a read of it too! Again, if there is anything you would like to ask or need clarifying on, feel free to send an ask and I’ll try to answer with the best of my ability!

What is Astrology?

Astrology is the study of stars- the placements and movements of different celestial bodies to correlate what’s happening on Earth. It comes from the early Latin word astrologia.

There’s a rule that we live by-

As above so below

This means whatever happens within our solar system will ultimately affect us here on Earth. For example, the moon governs our emotions, and since our body is approximately 70% water, why wouldn’t the moon affect us too? But it’s not just us, it's the moon’s gravitational pull on the oceans, in the same sense, it’s also the moodiness you may feel during full moons!

There’s many aspects to Astrology, and that would normally be too much for a single post so I’ll be elaborating on the major contributions to one’s birth chart. This will include the planets and the signs. Kiro’s exact birth time is unfortunately unknown, but we’ll have to do the best with what we’ve been given.

There’s the inner planets, consisting of the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars and Venus, moving quickly within the chart. Then there’s the outer planets, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and Pluto, the slower moving planets. And of course, the different signs of the zodiac with different personalities. They follow the order beginning with Aries, then Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and finally Pisces.

Kiro’s Birth Chart

Sun ☉ The Sun represents our character, personal identity and ego. Your star sign is also known as your Sun sign. It is the “you”. The “Self”. It shows your creative force, confidence, focus and our will to live. It’s the driving force of our charts in many ways, like how it is centred in our solar system. It’s the part of us that is the “adult”, censoring the “inner child”, and overall provides information on our vitality, and what we came to do.

Kiro’s Sun is in Aries ♈︎ Aries is the first sign of the zodiac. They have big personalities, with lots of charisma and passion. They are fiery, energetic, active, direct and straightforward as the first set out to start something and first to finish it. They’re natural born athletes and leaders, naturally inclined to get as much done. They’re not big planners of the future, as the most important thing to an Aries is the moment of right now. They enjoy vigorous, motivational, brave and adventurous activities, and love trying out new things. Like Geminis, they can’t sit still and need the feeling of being able to move towards a goal. They generally know what they want and the quickest way to get it. They enjoy a challenge, and are the happiest when life is active and always on the go. There's a childlike quality to Aries Suns, and often quite charming, too!

Kiro is a natural Aries. He’s fun, full of vigour and loves life’s challenges through physical trials such as the 10km run with MC, testing his mental strengths with his quick adaptation and problem solving skills as well as his empathic skills as an actor. Kiro as an Aries Sun is still undoubtedly humble no matter what, as he appreciates his fans and cherishing the moments with the people around him (plus food) and especially as he had suffered a lot when he was a child, why he would want to live life the fullest.

This is very fitting for him to be an idol as this creates more opportunity to travel the world and experience more that other people may not be able to have (and he’s so naturally good at it as well.) He can be stubborn and hot-headed, like having to perfect his craft and wanting to strive to achieve his personal best in everything as fast as possible with purpose and drive. This definitely contributes with the other planets in his chart. Kiro is seen to be the “Sun” to everyone, who is very charming and youthful, captivating everyone with his fiery presence. “Stamina is necessary on stage. During concerts, you still need to maintain the quality of the singing while dancing, right? In order to have consistent breathing and to ensure that I wouldn’t be fatigued during the concert, I have to train for a very long time.” -CN Dessert Date

Although Kiro lives his life as an Aries, his other placements contribute to the deeper side to him that few know about. His hardships in the past enables him to become the passionate superstar we know today- not wanting others to feel the same pain that he felt. On and off stage, he can lead very different lives, especially when his moon is in Cancer.

“The Kiro on stage and the Kiro I knew were two completely different people. His quiet, laidback persona is the warm fire on a freezing winter night. His stage-self is that of a regal king commanding adulation of the crowd.”

Moon ☾ The Moon in our charts show what your home is like, your upbringing, the relationship between your mother, the unconscious, your instincts and what you need. It tells us a lot about a person’s emotions, how they deal with it and how they express it to others.

Kiro’s Moon is in Cancer ♋︎ This water sign opposes the fire sign of Aries. The Moon is "at home" in the sign of Cancer, as the Moon is the natural ruler of the sign. They have a tendency to be caught up in emotions, with it guiding their actions more than thoughts. Cancer moons are never detached, seeking familiarly, security, and comfort for their home and the people around them. These are devoted and loving people with nurturing personalities. However, it’s easier to feel more insecure and have more mood swings with this sign in their Moon. Their unique outlook in life is something to appreciate, especially with their sense of humour and fun. Another thing is that these people can be very protective of themselves and others, unwilling to trade secrets, crawling back into their shell like a crab- as the crab is the symbol of Cancer.

“Last time, there were numerous occasions when I felt I couldn’t create works that were good enough, and I’d start to doubt myself. I’d lock myself in a corner, and start having internal fights with myself.” -CN Inspiration Date

Behind the stage, Kiro feels things and experiences things on a deeper level than others, with a more mysterious side and life that rarely shows. Although he enjoys being on stage, he might prefer being behind the scenes a bit more, cosy and alone with MC. It can be easy for him to be swept up in his emotions, acting out on bursts of emotions and quick-thoughts. Cancers are also really good at reading and detecting lies from other people. They are great emotional comforters because they can intuitively recognise a situation well and how to help fix it. Kiro’s amazing at figuring emotions out and has done it on multiple occasions.

“Are you upset about something? Is it because of the stuff online? It’s hard to just ignore it, huh? I know a lot of people would just advise you to forget about it, but how could you just forget about it?” I thought Kiro would comfort me the way others did, but he didn’t. “Is there anything you want to do right now? Anything goes. Tell me.” -Movie Set Date

Kiro is also a great actor, as he can naturally be empathetic which effectively helps him in this.

After filming, Kiro jogged over to me, boating about how he finished his scene in one take. “I could hardly tell you were acting. It looked so real.” -Movie Set Date

Looking into his eyes, I seemed to find a very different side of Kiro. A side that is full of stories, but a struggle to protect something, a side of him even more dazzling and brilliant than when he’s on stage. -Livestream Date

Mercury ☿ Mercury is the communication planet. When you write, speak, absorb information and how rational we are, you’re using your Mercury. It refines our Sun sign and helps define how we take in and give out information. It also talks about short distance travelling, governing your thirst for knowledge, your wit and negotiating skills. If someone is an excellent talker, it’s thanks to their Mercury placements.

Kiro’s Mercury is in Aries ♈︎ Being in the sign of Aries means that Kiro is able to make quick decisions, can be direct and straightforward in speech, possessing an innocent charm, and can easily motivate others with his enthusiasm. Aries Mercury don’t have a lot of patience when it comes to communication, and are usually frustrated when people don’t understand or are disappointed when others don’t accept their opinions smoothly. There’s a certain sensitivity and defensiveness to Aries, with personal attachment to their many ideas, such as criticism or negative feedback takes effect on a personal level. Though, they aren’t afraid of mental challenges, with the visionary intelligence that is sometimes on the idealistic side. It’s never going to be dull or short of ideas with them, because of their quick mental pursuits and adoptions of many things.

A thing so obvious is that Kiro is so straightforward with his speech and flirtation towards MC! Kiro doesn’t bother hiding his love and thoughts to MC because he can be so open to anything with whom he loves (especially Moon in Cancer, here.) He knows he can charm someone- without his evol! Kiro speaks with so much excitement and joy, and enjoys a little banter on the side, too.

“What’s wrong? Infatuated with me?” -Banquet Date

“I’d be fine with someone taking a photo. It would be a great photo. Rowing with the person who I like.” I turned to stare. Kiro continued beaming at the lake, oblivious. The person he likes? Does he mean me? -River Lantern Date

“Your existence itself is a miracle to me. It’s not a line from a movie and it’s not a joke. It’s true.” -Miracle Date

“That was my confession to liking you. I like you – that’s for your eyes. I like you – that’s for your voice. I like you – that’s for your smiling face. I like so many things – can you tell the differences between them? -Whole Lotta Like Call

Bonus from River Lantern Date Both of our cheeks have turned pink under the sunset. MC: You’re blushing! Kiro: You’re blushing too. MC: That’s because I’m wearing blush. Kiro: Uh… I’m wearing blush too. MC: Wow, I didn’t know you were that kind of person. You’re just trying to find an excuse, huh? Kiro: Come on, so were you.

Venus ♀︎ The planet Venus is ultimately the planet of love, beauty, wealth, our material things and what we do with all that sort of jazz. It’s the pleasures, our sentiments, what we do for leisure and what we value. Grace, charm, creativity, entertainment are ruled by Venus. We can use this planet to see how we approach relationships of the heart, investigate our ability to attract and the attraction to others (or things).

Kiro’s Venus is in Pisces ♓︎ Venus in Pisces people project themselves as dreamy, soft-hearted partners. Everything about the way they flirt promises a lovely time. They’re charming, playful, and appreciate romance especially the arts of music and poetry. Pisces Venus want others to know that their love is unconditional, as they love and accept everything for that their lover is. They enjoy tender moments and romantic times whenever possible. However, they fear hurting others and may even want to escape from reality from time to time.

It is evident that Kiro genuinely loves music.

Kiro has his head half lowered, his lips moving from time to time along the harmonica. His expression has turned quiet, as though immersing himself in the world of music. Every time I see such a Kiro, I’ll always feel that he genuinely loves music with a fiery passion. -CN Memories of Summer Date

He has written many songs about MC, including “My Treasure” (which I am sure was a no.1 hit worldwide) and the song they wrote together on Christmas. He loves to express himself through music, as he knows it can very well move somebody’s emotions. Pisces is a water sign, which can allow more dreamier, romantic and more soulful expressions worth capturing through the art of his lyrics and songs! He would communicate his love to MC in his songs, and through the romantic gestures that he does (like singing “I love you” in the Confession Date) it’s always fun when being in love for a Pisces Venus. Even though MC and Kiro may not have much time to spend together, they would always make the most out of it for those times they can.

“There’s a song I especially wish to write, and I really like the concept and composition. I want to try writing a song on understanding and interpreting the theme of “love” from my own perspective.” -CN Inspiration Date

“I can remember all the important things, but it’s more difficult to remember the more trivial ones. But every minute and every second with you - I don’t want to forget them. They could even be left as family heirlooms! Next time, we’ll tell them that the box contains the dribs and drabs belonging to me and the cutest girl in the world. Each note records a story. And each story is an important treasure.” -CN Memories of Summer Date

“I feel this will definitely be my best song. But, this song was created with you. And you are infused in every part… even if it’s just a few words, no matter how small it is, I don't want to share it with anyone but you.” -Quiet Night Date

“I’ve been writing this piece of music since the day I met you, but I was never satisfied by it. It's the song that I wanted to play that belongs to you.” -Heartbeat Date

Mars ♂︎ Mars is the go getter planet. Full of fire and passion, nothing would be done without it. It can give insights on how we can chase our goals and what our desires and our plans of attack are. Aggressive behaviour, lust and anger fall under this planet.

Kiro’s Mars is in Leo ♌︎ Mars in Leo individuals possess a strong need to create in some way, determined that their lives have not only meaning, but significant meaning. Passions run high, and so does desire as Leo is another fire sign in Kiro’s chart. Though they enjoy the pleasures of risk-taking, they generally have a strong sense of reason at the end of the day. Rarely will you find a person with Mars in this position who lives life without a true sense of a "calling”, as they have well-defined ambitions (like how Kiro’s Sun is in Aries). They act upon their heart, with their ego tied up with their actions, so that anything they do becomes a source of great pride and self-righteousness. They act with authority and power, and their personal magnetism generally endows them with the ability to get what they want.

Savin told me that Kiro is deeply troubled. His new album is about to drop, yet he wasn’t satisfied with the first single. So he locked himself in the recording room (especially when his Moon is in Cancer, he feels things more deeply than others) and hasn’t slept for three days. -Treasure Date

“This is a handmade guitar given to me by someone very special. I wrote my first song playing this guitar. He once told me that no matter what I do, I need to follow my heart.” -Livestream Date

Kiro always does things wholeheartedly, especially when it comes to MC. In the Prayer Date, MC’s plans following the superstitions of how the couples staying together forever kept getting ruined and thought them to be bad omens. He prepared a surprise for MC which he tried to keep a secret from her. Turns out, he was thinking the same way as her too. Kiro always speaks from the heart, because he was taught to that way. “It’s because of you that I believe in stuff like this. I did it all because I want to be with you. Always.” -Prayer Date

“I was once told that daisies can convey one's heart. The sea of flowers is what I want you to know.” -Flowers Date

“I felt like… I had no direction. Everyone had high hopes in me and I was doing well but I didn’t know if I could live up to them. Sometimes I think, all those flowers and applause, were they really for me? And if I really did turn into a superstar, what would be the point? I’d still be… alone. But, I could find a flaw in anything. I thought they only liked Kiro the performer, not the real me.” -Old Friend Date

Jupiter ♃ Jupiter is the largest planet, a gas giant, known to expand as the “benefactor” of our solar system. Everything it touches is basically blessed. It’s the good luck, confidence, joy, freedom and adventure that it gives to one’s being that it’s so well known for. Jupiter is where you seize your opportunities, take a leap of faith and count your blessings.

Kiro’s Jupiter is in Sagittarius ♐︎ As a Sagittarius Jupiter, Kiro attracts the most good fortune when he is open-handed and generous, and practices what he preaches. These people can be inspirational, usually finding success in travel, education, teaching, sports, publishing, and foreign cultures. They can be philosophical, forward-looking, and enthusiastic to uphold their strong morals. Freedom of movement and expression is essential for these people.

Kiro is of mixed blood, and he is able to speak multiple languages. He’s a big influences as an idol, wanting to change the world with his passions and big heart. He stands up for his morals and expresses them in an open-hearted way towards those around him. It’s without a doubt that Kiro would be successful either way with or without his evol.

“That day I made the wish at the shrine just like today. I rode the streetcar out and just happened upon this museum. After looking at all the instruments and stories, I suddenly felt fine. At the time I thought, nothing else was important. I was making music and that was enough. Since I was inspired by the stories here, I felt that I should use my stories to inspire other people too.” -Old Friend Date

“I want to write a Christmas song about love that makes people feel warm and fuzzy. My wish is for people to hear this song and recall the moment they cherish the most and be happy.” -Quiet Night Date

“I always believed that by putting my feelings into a song, I could share my happiness with everyone.” -Quiet Night Date

“I wish that you will always have the courage to bravely face difficulties and setbacks. I know you can. Whether you’re moving forward or backward, my songs will always be with you, giving you the courage and strength to keep going.” -Heartbeat Date

Saturn ♄ Saturn is the planet of karma, life lessons, hard facts and the challenges in life. It governs structure, our fears, work and self-discipline. Saturn is cold and calculating, however once the challenges and lessons Saturn have been mastered, great wisdom with great rewards can be obtained.

Kiro’s Saturn is in Pisces ♓︎ Behind the scenes, these people like to live in solitude, in contemplation, preferring to work alone. They even may be suspicious of the intention of others and suspect that others' innocence or compassion is insincere. They may not even like showing or feeling any sense of vulnerability. However, if they don’t fully allow themselves to have these very human qualities, they ends up limiting himself. In the process, however, they subtly convey to others that they don’t need kindnesses, compliments, and support, and they could end up feeling quite alone. In time, as they recognise how they may limit themselves and their experiences, they learn to identify with the vulnerable, messy, or chaotic side of themselves step by step, slowly but surely.

Kiro is actually very sharp with his instincts and his alter-egos off screen. This helps him execute tasks however may be detrimental to himself or his relationship with MC (Stardust Date). This sets a whole new depth into his other personas, including his idol persona. If you would like to read more in depth into this side of him, here is where you can read my in-depth character study on his alter-egos. (Warning- contains lots of spoilers!)

Kiro doesn’t want people to see the “imperfect” side of him, only wanting to be known as the Sun without the sun-spots. Since his real life and idol life being shown is different, the differences in them will reveal great lessons to master in his lifetime.

“MC, I’m actually timid and childish. When it comes to things I don’t like, I’ll always think of hiding them and locking them up. I won’t see them. I won’t let other people see them. But if it’s you..” -CN Inspiration Date

“When I close my eyes, random notes fill in my mind and I feel so useless! I can’t make any more music if I can’t break through this. With no music, nobody will like me. No one..” -Treasure Date

“If I have a dark side, I should hide it from others, right? Because, I don’t want to show you and I don’t want to disappoint others.” -Light and Shadow Call

Uranus ♅ Wherever Uranus is in the chart, it’s where we want to break free, where we want to do things our own way, when you don’t care what everyone else is doing or thinking about. It’s where we express our ideals on freedom, innovation and experience great epiphanies. We strive for independence with the influence of the Uranus character. As a result, we learn to rebel, break traditions and authority. It shakes things up from our past and into the modern future. It is often associated with unpredictability, chaos and anarchy.

Kiro’s Uranus is in Aquarius ♒︎ These people are most interested in making changes, innovating, and updating traditions related to technology, community and individuality. They seek more freedom in or through these areas, and don’t feel the need to conform as they’re ready to rebel if need be. They’re compelled to break through some of the inhibitions or taboos related to cooperating, connecting, and interacting. Despite the need for progress, they can be very stubborn and set in their ways in these areas. However, they believe in openness to new ideas and free thought. Aquarius Uranus have a strong interest in new technologies, the power of science, and the importance of communication.

“At that time, I was actually a little rebellious. I was filled with curiosity about the world, and wanted to try everything.”

Kiro makes positive changes to the world around him as KEY in his mentor’s footsteps, exposing crimes such as an orphanage in the Heaven’s Home For Children Rumours and Secrets. Without a doubt that Kiro is on top with his technology, and is to be the unexpected surprise to MC when he reveals this persona to her. He’s been doing a lot of the behind-the-scenes work to protect and change society for the better, and with his intelligence and leadership, he’s ready to make history in whatever persona he chooses to hold.

Within three days, this orphanage that was built on the children’s blood and tears was destroyed, and all those involved were caught. Many large forums were discussing who hacker Key was, but no one could provide an answer. No one knew over ten years ago, and still no one knew now.

Neptune ♆ Neptune is the inspirational planet of dreams, inspirations, soulmates, enlightenment and sacrifice. It’s all about connection with the universe and the world around you, however can have the polar effect of deception and illusion, along with disappearances of sorts. It can also govern your music tastes and influence on how you can inspire others.

Kiro’s Neptune is in Capricorn ♑︎ These people are discerning, wise, and sensible. Their vision of an ideal world may centre around respect for rules, order, responsibility, and morality. Needing to believe in the realisability of their dreams means that their fantasies usually have a very realistic thread to them. Energy levels may not be high when they don’t believe in what they’re doing, and inspiration is not easy to find in the first place. However, they can turn a dream into reality more easily than most if they persevere as their visions are practical and also doable.

He is already a big inspiration to others as someone who is so out in the open in the spotlight with his own music that he writes. He believes in his passions, hard work and his higher purpose which is why he’s so determined to succeed in whatever he does. Kiro knows that his work will pay off in the end, which is also why he is so committed to making the world a better place- so that the world would be safer and happier place for MC. They met when they were children and they met each other again as adults, and we know that Kiro definitely feels very connected to MC on a deeper level and is committed to help her with her purpose (by disappearing himself? Neptune, wtf??)

“Hearing this from you, I can rest. The company put in a lot of effort for this plan, and I must definitely showcase my most perfect self, and not disappoint everyone.”

As the light gradually dims in this cold winter, I can clearly see the seriousness and resoluteness in his eyes. -CN Winter Tour Date

“After looking at all the instruments and stories, I suddenly felt fine. At the time I thought, nothing else was important. I was making music and that was enough.” -Old Friend Date

Pluto ♇ A lot of astrologers still use Pluto in their reports. Pluto is the Lord of the Underworld, and is not to be messed around with. It’s responsible for great destructible transformations and corresponds to the life, death and rebirth cycle. It’s the detoxing planet, for you to awaken and be reborn. It shows us where we can change the world, alongside right where we can go into the abyss of the cunning and controlling energies of Pluto. Its powers can be ever so subtle, however it can have the forces to trash you with the realisations of what you need to let go in order to transform. Think of it as the “healing crisis” moments that you can thank Pluto for.

Kiro’s Pluto is in Sagittarius ♐︎ They take beliefs and philosophy of life very seriously, more than most. They believe deeply in personal freedom and expression. Uncovering the truth can be a mission. They may want to watch for a tendency to move from one cause to the next or one project to another, perhaps as a result of this dissatisfaction or from inhuman expectations. However, their faith in humanity is strong, and they are moved and motivated by the positive vision of a better world.

Kiro is able to cultivate his own unique beliefs on the world based on his Mentor’s teachings with the hardships that he faced, alongside his determination to protect MC. Kiro executes his purpose in bringing positivity and hope into many people’s lives in all of his multiple personas, working in the spotlight and in the shadows. He believes in the greater good, such as having to leave MC so that she could save everyone, however, sacrificing himself and his freedom. Though this is one of the many things he values, he would do anything to protect the one he values the most- MC.

And the one sentence to sum up everything-

“We shall stand in darkness as we defend the light.”

#THE FIRST TIME DIDNT SAVE AND I HAD TO REDO ITJHRGEUK #kiro #mlqc kiro #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr love queens choice #mlqc cn #mlqc analysis #mlqc en #zhou qilou #mlqc zhou qiluo #Kiros birthday #birth chart #astrology

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illkeepthelightsoninthisplace · 3 years ago

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Imma be nosey cause why not.. I'll even include the questions to make it easier..

Neptune: When's your birthday?

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

Aldebaran: What's something you care desperately about?

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Aries: Favourite movie?

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Comet: What's your big dream?

hahahaha, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT. I just copied and pasted them 😂😊👍🏼. okay, bear with me please:

Neptune: When's your birthday?

September the 22nd!!!

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

It's 11:34 am and I'm currently at the laundromat washing my clothes— I also stopped by to buy some Chinese food as I wait for the clothes to come out. Pretty productive day 😊😊😊

Aldebaran: What's something you care desperately about?

My future. I just want to be happy. I don't care where I'm at in life— I want so much to be content with where I am and where I will be. I'm trying so hard to remain optimistic and grateful about my journey. sigh 😊😊😊

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

CHRISTMAS. ALL THE WAY 🎄 look— I took this picture last year? This year I'm making the effort of taking a picture again with this Christmas sweater as long as the many others I bought myself!! I'm excited!!

Aries: Favourite movie?

ooooh- this is a tough one to answer because I want to mention a lot more that just one!!!

While You Were Sleeping (1995)!!

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

We were at the motel watching a movie and I gave her a forehead kiss and then we looked at each other, and although I don't remember who initiated but that's where I ended up having my first kiss.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

Nope- it would be cool though to have a crush. Or vise versa!! I would liked to be crushed on 🥹😆

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Right now the only place I can actually enjoy being at is adoration at the nearby church where I live. It's so peaceful and quiet. Even if it's just for half an hour or so, I feel safe being there.

Comet: What's your big dream?

I don't know anymore? I mean I want to keep succeeding in life? I want to feel as though I'm still trying to make the best of my life? I guess I don't feel like I have a "big dream" but moreso hope for small dreams such as having my own place, visit Disney World, maybe settle down with my soulmate, visiting a national park, living somewhere I can enjoy autumn/fall season, I DON'T KNOW— I just hope I'm happy. My dream is to continue to do my best here and hopefully someone will be proud of me 😊😊😊

Thank you so much for asking these questions!!! They were super fun to answer!! I hope I made sense!! Please feel free to ask or reblog it!!

#thank you again for the asks!!#asks #personal

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ahh thank you for your answer about how gods make their kids!!! i have some follow ups if you don't mind! (genuinely your world building is so NEAT!!!! i just wanna know everything about it!!) you mentioned that if lunar's parents had used magic while making his siblings, they would have been immortal? would they have been human shaped or more god shaped in that case? :0 how often are human kids between gods and mortal created?

and semi-related, how common are certain physical traits between gods despite whatever magic of where they're planted might effect them? both greater and lesser? (what are the distinctions between greater and lesser gods anyway?) i know the crescent moon/two-tone face marking has been mentioned as being pretty common among greater gods, but what else tends to show up? i'm especially curious how common four arms are, and what exactly they represent when a god has them!

thank you again for your answers!!! ;v;

Hello!

Sorry for the delay, I'm here now!

Lunar's siblings would have been more god-shaped! Gods really aren't too different from humans, outside of size and head shape. And uh, color. Humans usually don't come in blue. Also, technically, the kids would have been immortal! Although this immortality requires worship to maintain, since the magic your parents bless you with won't last forever.

You'd be shocked how many children out there have no idea one of their parents was a god. :) (There are some real Zeuses out there, if you catch my drift)

The round head-shape is pretty universal for all gods (we see this with Ursa, Pluto's mum). Rays are a pretty common trait, though secondary rays aren't seen too much outside the greater gods' circle. Outside of that, the way a god looks will mostly be dictated by their parents' genes, the location they are buried, and when they are made. (For example, one of the previous gods of darkness was actually planted during an eclipse and due to this he came out entirely dark, rather than the orange-black motif we see with Eclipse and his mother.)

Some celestial events have certain magical properties, after all!

The major distinction between lesser and great gods are their gifts. Lesser gods will hone magic over time, usually something tying into where they were born (like Chica being born in farmlands and eventually being worshipped as a harvest goddess). But the greater gods are born with divine gifts that can't be honed in other ways (dreams, emotions, truths, desires). The Greater Gods also have MUCH stronger bearing over an element than a lesser god would (for example, Moon and Foxy are both gods of the seas but while Foxy may be able to call a storm, Moon could level a town if the mood struck him.)

The crescents. :) These marks are meant to be a sign of a gods' divine right to rule. So the saying goes.

Four arms! This is pretty uncommon in the first place. It's usually every other generation that one greater god is seen with four arms, so no one was expecting Eclipse to have them.

Extraneous limbs have always been viewed as evidence of a god's might. The idea is that the extra arms give you much more power for casting.

For example: A god of darkness has the ability to eclipse the sun, but this ability would require MONTHS of saving up energy.

For Eclipse, this type of spell would only take a few weeks to muster. (Though he'd definitely be very tired after).

On the flip side, many believe that four arms are also a sign of disaster. It's thought that gods with such strength will eventually be consumed by their power and cause great suffering.

Also, when your son's magic is so strong that a simple night-terror engulfs his nursery in flames... Well, you worry.

I hope these answers were helpful! Thank you for this ask, it was so much fun! I'm so glad you're enjoying this au and all its crazy lore <3

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au

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practically-an-x-man · 6 months ago

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🧀🍨😨😡🤷‍♂️✅💒⛪🤱 for Vivienne, Gia, and Terra?

Thank you so much!!! This got super long but was REALLY fun to answer, especially when it came to a few of Vivienne's answers :D

Romance & Love OC Ask Game

🧀What’s their cheesiest romantic fantasy? Do they want to recreate it in real life?

Vivienne: I could see it being fascinated by those grand Medieval gestures, like the fair lady giving a favor to the knight before his next joust or the classic "rescued from the tower" type of fantasy... though the latter mostly took form during her first marriage, out of a desire for a better suitor to come and take her away from her husband's abuse.

Gia: She's fantasized about plenty of different things, mostly brought on by various rom-coms she's watched, but in practice she would never really want something like a big public gesture or surprise vacation or any of those rom-com tropes

Terra: I could see her being unreasonably fond of the old "swept off her feet and carried to bed" fantasy, which... I mean, she's dating a buff-as-hell cage fighter and a 6'1" Enforcer, this fantasy could DEFINITELY be recreated.

🍨What are their methods for getting over a break-up?

Vivienne: Vivienne barely knows what a breakup IS. She killed her first husband (and felt NO grief over that abusive dickhead), and her second husband dies to a vampire. There is no normal romance in Vivienne's life.

Gia: Ice cream and cheesy comedy movies, the classic breakup cure

Terra: Tries to fling herself into her work as a distraction... and usually ends up hiding in the back room, crying and ripping up any unusable scraps of fabric that were left behind from old projects

😨Do they have any “taboo” or unpopular opinions about love or romance?

Vivienne: Its whole presentation is fairly taboo, honestly - her lack of modesty in public, outwardly teasing and taunting her husband, things like that. It plays nice most of the time, but there are some things that would make the Proper Ladies of her time go pale.

Gia: If she does, she certainly wouldn't have the guts to share them.

Terra: I'm sure she has to defend her polyamory to people who don't understand, but aside from that she's fairly standard in terms of her opinions on love

😡Are they a jealous partner?

Vivienne: Definitely. It was more of an issue with her first husband, since he was the type to flirt with women even in front of Vivienne, shamelessly... she was more jealous of the way those women got his romantic side, while she had to live with the other side of him.

Gia: Not really. She's more surprised to have a partner in the first place.

Terra: Yes and no. On the one hand, polyamory means jealousy doesn't take shape the same way it would with a monogamous couple, since the attitude is more "join us!" than "you're replacing me". But on the other hand, if one of her partners is giving someone else more attention while Terra needs it, she can definitely get jealous of that.

🤷‍♂️Would they be happy without romantic love in their life?

Vivienne: Yep. Wojchek was a surprise - she didn't expect to love again after her first husband, and she'd be fine without romance if that was how things went

Gia: Hm... tough one. She definitely is much more happier to have someone in her life, she struggles a lot more when she has to manage everything in her life alone, but I don't think that love or partnership has to be romantic to make her happy. So she doesn't need *romantic* love to be happy, but she does need some form of partnership she can rely on

Terra: Similar story to Gia - she needs someone to fill that gap, but whether that's her platonic bond with Pluto or her romantic bond with her partners, or something else, that doesn't really matter. She needs some form of close, non-familial love, but it doesn't have to be strictly romantic

✅Do they have a relationship they can look up to as a positive example of romantic love?

Vivienne: Not really. Her parents weren't much better than she and her first husband were (which is probably what contributed to her ending up in that marriage to begin with), and she never got a firm glimpse into others' private romances because of the standards of the time.

Gia: Her parents, or at least their relationship before her sister's cancer diagnosis. Yadzia's situation led to a lot of strain on their relationship as it went on, but they were always a positive influence for Gia growing up.

Terra: Sort of. Pluto doesn't date romantically, but when Terra started showing interest in romance, he took it upon himself (being four years older and effectively her guardian at that point) to explain and demonstrate those things for her so she wouldn't end up in a bad relationship in the future. And yeah, her present relationship with Vi and Cait can be tumultuous, but without Pluto's guidance it could have been way worse.

💒Is marriage an important consideration for them? Out of choice, necessity, social pressure?

Vivienne: Extremely. She doesn't care a whole lot about the social roles around her anymore, but marriage is one of those concepts that's so ingrained it just won't leave. It always expects that a serious relationship would end in marriage.

Gia: Not really. She's thought about it, and can definitely see herself getting married when she finds a relationship serious enough for that, but it's not marked down as a specific requirement for her.

Terra: Nope. Not sure if polyamorous marriage is a thing in Arcane or not, but even if it is, it's not something she's ever really given thought to (aside from maybe a brief stint in her teens where she considered marrying Pluto platonically for the social benefits it would bring both of them)

⛪How has their religion or faith influenced their ideas of romance and love?

Vivienne: Now I could talk about how being brought up in a predominantly Christian society with strict social expectations affects her stance on romance... but I'm going to take it in a different direction. As a siren, and therefore a servant of Poseidon, Vivienne does still have to follow his command. The only direct communication it ever received from him was a warning: "you must never again marry a captain of the sea"

At first this was laughable, since Vivienne didn't intend to pursue any form of love again, but after she met Wojchek it became more of a concern. The most striking moment came when the old captain announced his retirement and that he was passing the ship to Wojchek (on the same voyage that carried Dracula, though not to their knowledge at the time) - Vivienne was of course happy for him when he shared the news, but she also knew that voyage would be the final one for them in one form or another.

As soon as Wojchek became captain, Vivienne would either have to leave him or Poseidon would send some form of storm or beast to wreck his ship, or perhaps would even rescind his magic from Vivienne and let her drown in the sea... but in the end, that never ended up coming true, because Wojchek died before he officially became captain at all.

Gia: She does believe in a Christian God and is strong in her faith, and even attributes God's Will to her survival in HYDRA, so religion plays an important role for her. She would never force her religion on her partner, but she does expect her partner to be understanding and tolerant to Gia's own faith. She would be fine dating an atheist, but not an atheist that criticized Gia's beliefs.

Terra: She's never had any inclinations towards religion or faith - the next-closest thing would be how she's affected by Pluto's religious fervor after being altered by Viktor, since he's the person she loves most in the world and it was unnatural to see him behaving like that.

🤱If they ever ended up single with children, how would they feel about entering a new relationship?

Vivienne: Oooooh, this one's interesting!! If she had children with her first husband, it would depend on the age of the children but they would either be sent to a mainland orphanage or to one of Vivienne's friends/relatives for care, or they'd already be training on the ships and would be taken in by one of Florian's (her first husband's) crewmen. Either way, she wouldn't end up going back for them, and would let them grow up believing both their parents died in a shipwreck - it's tragic, and she might regret it, but Vivienne left that life behind and refuses to go back.

If she'd had children with Wojchek (somehow? can sirens have kids? would the kids be sirens too?), she would raise them herself after his death. If the kids were human, she would definitely seek out a new relationship and find a house by the sea - her partner could raise the children most of the time, and Vivienne would continue to follow Poseidon's needs for it but would visit often to be with the children too. If the kids were sirens or otherwise magically-inclined, she wouldn't see as much of a need for a new partner, since her being a siren wouldn't be a secret to her kids and she would raise them out on the ocean. Either way, she wouldn't expect to remarry for love, only for convenience, unless someone ended up surprising her the way Wojchek did.

Gia: She's super super gay, super super ace, and was sterilized by HYDRA during their experimentation (given similar treatment to the Black Widows), so the chances of her being stuck with kids are microscopic

Terra: You know that saying "it takes a village to raise a child"? Yeah, she's also super gay so she likely wouldn't end up with biological kids, but if she happened to pick up a foundling or something, she wouldn't shy away from continuing to date. She'd make it clear that the kid is non-negotiable, but she'd also look forward to having a multitude of carers around to help raise the kids (since she doesn't have the first fuckin' clue what to do with a child)

#my friends!!!#negative-speedforce #answered asks #ask game #my writing #my ocs #oc vivienne #gia pantazis #oc terra

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emy-loves-you · 5 years ago

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 16

Promises and Charms

Chapter 15 | Masterlist | Chapter 17

As soon as Virgil got home, he remembered his “Valentine’s Gift” to his crushes. He blushed as he called Janus. Why did I have to call it that? Could I be any more obvious?

“Hello?” Virgil winced.

“Are you okay, Janus? You sound like shit.” There was a muffled cackle on the other end, probably from Remus.

“I’m perfectly fine, Virgil. Now, what did you want? I thought you were busy?” An obvious lie but Virgil ignored it. If Remus was laughing, it couldn’t be TOO bad. He winced again as he remembered his “gift.”

“Yeah, I need 3 VIP passes to the V-day show.” The other end was silent. “Hello?”

“Virgil,” Janus sighed, suddenly sounding much more annoyed, “we don’t do VIP passes, remember? It was one of the first things you demanded when we started performing nationally. To keep our identities a secret, remember?”

“Yeah, I know.” He glanced over at his sketchpad, smiling at one of the sketches he had drawn for Patton. “Why do you think I asked you instead of Thomas?” There was another sigh, along with a repetitive thunking sound before Janus answered.

“I assume you want me to send these to your crushes? AND explain to Mr.Sanders why we will be having three strangers backstage?” Virgil nodded, before remembering that he was on the phone and giving a soft ‘mmhm’ in response. “You owe me BIG time for this. They do know that you’re Anxiety, correct?” Virgil stayed silent, an awkward blush on his cheeks. “I swear to god. You fucking dumbass. Are you at least planning on telling them before the concert?”

Virgil sighed. “Not really.”

“Dammit, Virgil!”

“What was I supposed to do? Tell them that I’m Anxiety the same day that they tell me about their crush on Anxiety?” He took a deep breath, pacing back and forth. “I’ll tell them a few days after the concert, I swear. I told them that I’m friends with Anxiety and that I won’t be at the show. I also said that I sometimes travel with you guys while on tour, so the two of you know me as well. Oh, and don’t use your real names at the concert! I use your real names when talking about you, and I don’t want to confuse them too badly!”

“Oh, so you give them our names, but we only get to hear nicknames? How kind of you, Virgil.”

“Well, you’ll meet them there, and you can get their names then.” Virgil sighed, belatedly realizing that he’d gotten a text. “I’ve gotta go.”

“Have fun with your boy toys. And Virgil?” His voice dropped to a low whisper. “You owe me big time for this.” With that he hung up. Virgil shook his head before checking his texts.

R- (3:05 PM) Virgil? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL US THAT YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH ANXIETY?

P- (3:06 PM) You’re friends with him!?!

V- (3:10 PM) Ah, he told you

V- (3:10 PM) Yeah, we met before he was famous

L- (3:11 PM) Is that how you got the tickets?

V- (3:11 PM) He owed me a favor

V- (3:11 PM) And don’t you DARE assume that I’ve been mooching money off of him. I know you’re thinking about it! I earned every cent that I’ve spent on you guys.

P- (3:12 PM) We would never think that, Kiddo! We know you’re not like that!

Virgil bit his lip. But do you really know that? He shook his head. I can’t keep lying like this.

V- (3:13 PM) So the concert’s on the 17th. Do you guys wanna meet up on the 20th? We can get lunch and I’ll answer any questions you have about me and Anxiety.

R- (3:13 PM) REALLY? YES PLEASE!

P- (3:13 PM) WE’D LOVE TO, KIDDO!

L- (3:14 PM) That sounds quite pleasant. Where would you like to go?

V- (3:14 PM) How about Waverly Park? I’ll be wearing the jacket that Patton gave me for Christmas.

P- (3:15 PM) EEEE! I CAN’T WAIT!

R- (3:15 PM) NEITHER CAN I!

L- (3:15 PM) We look forward to meeting you in person, Virgil

Virgil smiled, flopping down onto his bed. Yet another weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He quickly grabbed his sketchbook, a rush of inspiration overtaking him. He grabbed his phone to use Patton’s photo as a reference point, but he didn’t really need it. He envisioned his Angel, covering his mouth as he giggled. His Starlight, smiling fondly with a light blush on his cheeks. His Princey, grinning like a fool as he slung his arms around the other two. Virgil smiled as he started drawing.

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(February 2nd)

L- (3:10 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[Photo is of Logan’s arm. On his wrist is a pure silver charm bracelet. Each charm represents a different celestial body. There were three other charms: one was a ruby stone shaped into a sword, a garnet stone shaped into a heart, and a circle charm with the words “Viva La Pluto Fuck You”]

L- (3:10 PM) Virgil

L- (3:11 PM) This is beautiful

L- (3:11 PM) Thank you so much

V- (3:12 PM) Happy Birthday, Lo!

[Private Message]

R- (3:30 PM) Lo didn’t tell you, but he literally cried tears of joy from the bracelet. He also almost choked on the chocolate. Thank you, Virgil

V- (3:31 PM) :)

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sleekervae · 5 years ago

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The Neighbour [0.2]

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Eva clung especially tightly to Pluto as she followed Remington back to the front gate, her cheeks burning red hot with humiliation. It didn't help either that this kid happened to be wickedly handsome and sans shirt all the while.

Remington wasn't so bothered by the incident, worse case scenario he could convince the guys to order a pizza like he was craving. Nonetheless, he didn't blame Eva; he tried to put that across by keeping the friendly smile on his face and putting her at ease.

"You know, it's not a big deal -- with the food and everything," he assured her, "We'll just order a pizza or something,"

Eva shrugged, "I know. It's just -- you know, I guess this isn't how I expected everything was going to go," she said, "Moving is tough enough with everything going on, and now it seems I got to get a play cage for this little monster,"

Remington patted the top of Pluto's head, "He's not so bad, just a little hungry. Cute little guy, aren't ya?" The pale tabby closed his eyes and rubbed his scruffy head against his palm.

Eva smiled a little, "He likes you. You should be honored, he doesn't warm up to strangers so easily,"

"Well of course he likes me. We have the same hair colour," Remington grinned, subconsciously running a hand through his black and blonde hair.

"You could be twins," Eva chuckled sardonically.

Remington opened the gate for her, "So... do you like the neighbourhood?" he asked.

"It's nice so far," Eva nodded, "I'm still unpacking all my boxes and shit so I haven't really had the opportunity to explore. And given the circumstances and... I -- I forgot my face mask too, fuck,"

Remington shrugged, swallowing the ball of nerves creeping up his throat, "You look pretty healthy to me," he said.

Eva smiled politely, hoping she could attribute the flush in her cheeks to the heat. There was something about him, he was familiar to her. She didn't come right out and say it, perhaps he just had one of those faces one sees and recognizes from somewhere else.

"Well, I should get going. And tell those guys I'm sorry again," she said, walking backwards to the sidewalk.

Remington simply shook his head, "Honestly, don't even give a second thought. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Eva"

"Thank you, Remington,"

There was something about the way his name rolled off of her tongue that sounded so sweet to him. He continued to stand at the gate and watched the pretty young girl cross the street and back into the apartment courtyard. Eva turned and took one last fleeting glance, a zing of electricity zipping down her spine when she saw Remington was still standing there.

Slamming the door to her apartment, she placed Pluto back on the floor, washed her hands thoroughly, and went back to her kitchen to continue with her baking exploits. She tied an apron around her waist, pulled out her ingredients and tried to find a good recipe on her phone. She also made sure to close the window.

She was unbothered when Pluto jumped onto the counter and took a seat, staring at his owner curiously. Eva stared at him just as intently, having half the mind to shoo him off the countertop. He seemed to almost be smiling at her.

"And what are you looking at, sausage thief?"

Some days passed; days filled with doing absolutely nothing. If everything was normal, Palaye Royale would have been smack in the middle of their European tour. Instead, Remington was sitting in his room, bored out of his mind as he continued to press the buttons on his xbox controller. He had played this game so many times, it was too easy. The challenge was gone.

Today was Friday, another Friday that was filled with perpetual boredom and misery. Riding around on his scooter wasn't fun, video games weren't fun, even trying to annoy Emerson wasn't as fun. There was little drive for him to do the bare minimum; it was just an achievement alone that he forced himself to shower this morning.

Lying back on his bed, he stared up at the empty ceiling, closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. Maybe the time would go faster if he slept more, like a hibernating bear? However, the notion of sleep was swiftly yanked away when he heard the doorbell ring.

He groaned audibly and turned over, his dark brown eyes still shut tight, "Emerson! Someone's at the door!" he called. There was no response, not even the shuffling echo of feet. Was Emerson even home? Maybe he'd ordered something off Amazon again and conveniently forgot to tell Remington while he was out.

If it was a package and he'd missed it, he didn't want to hear Emerson going off about having to drag himself down to the post office to sign for it -- in a pandemic no less. A month in and this pandemic was already getting to be old news.

Nevertheless, Remington pulled himself out of bed and jogged downstairs, hoping the Amazon guy hadn't left yet. He didn't take into account that he was only in his indigo dotted shorts and nothing else, throwing open the door without a care. However, he was surprised to see a plastic bag at his feet, at the gate was Eva.

Eva had just pulled back the latch to the gate when she heard the door open, and she was no doubt taken aback to see Remington standing there... again without a shirt. He looked weary and tired, the complete opposite to Eva's glowing face and yellow summer dress.

"You're not the Amazon guy," Remington spoke candidly.

Eva cocked her head, "Uh, no. Afraid not," she shrugged, "You expecting a package?"

"No," Reming shook his head, "I mean, my brother might be, but he's not home and I have no... um, nevermind. What brings you over here?" he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, trying to collect himself a bit more.

Eva pointed to the bag at his feet, "I made some bread. The recipe made three loaves and I don't need that many carbs," she chuckled awkwardly, "I thought maybe you guys might like one?"

"Oh," Remington picked up the bag and pulled back the plastic, finding a round, crisp loaf of bread inside, probably a bit bigger than Mishka, "That's very nice of you,"

"I just felt bad about the other day --"

"I told you, it's no big deal,"

"I know," Eva nodded, scratching at the skin behind her ear, "I ... jeez. Just being neighbourly, I guess?"

"I'm the one who should be fucking neighbourly," Remington grinned, "You want to come in for a drink or something? ... Or maybe we should sit on the lawn instead? That's social distancing, right?"

Eva smiled sheepishly but shook her head, "I actually have to stop by my storage unit and pick up the rest of my things. I'm just looking for a Waive,"

"You don't have a car?" he asked.

"Well, it was either the apartment or the car, and I figure I can survive off public transit for the next little while," she replied.

It was then a truly incredible idea entered Remington's head, "... I can drive you over, if you want," he said.

Eva smiled graciously, "Oh no, that's okay. There's one up four blocks from here, and I don't want to be a bother," she replied.

"It's no bother at all," Remington grinned, "As long as I'm back in time for my set schedule of nothing, followed by nothing, and then more nothing," hey, it was at least a reason for him to get out of the house.

Eva crossed her left leg behind her right, clearly a little unsure. It wasn't advisable to get into a car with a stranger when circumstances were normal, and now couldn't have been an exception.

"I don't know, Remington,"

He could see the apprehension spread over her delicate face, and he didn't blame her for being on the edge. He wasn't even sure if she should've even been in his backyard the other day. Then again, he knew he was being safe, and as far as he saw Eva never went anywhere, or had anybody over.

"I get it if you're uncomfortable," he told her, "But I don't go anywhere. And the only people I ever really see are the people you met the other day. That's it. I just... I wanna' do everything right so we can go back to normal as soon as we can. And you seem like a nice girl and I would hate to know you're having to suck up quarantine by yourself,"

Eva took a minute to think it over. She glanced down the street, maybe thinking she could catch sight of the shared car her map was telling her was within a four-block radius. Then again, she wasn't all that comfortable having to use a car-sharing service since the pandemic started, but she couldn't take her stuff on the bus and she couldn't afford Uber rates. Besides, Remington was only one guy...

"... If you don't mind," she said finally, "Maybe we can just leave the windows down and have our masks on?

Remington tried to hold back the big grin that wanted to explode over his lips, "It's seventy-five degrees out, you bet your ass I'm gonna' have the windows down," he said, "I'll just go throw on a shirt,"

"Do you have a habit of going without a shirt?" she asked.

Remington smirked, "Only on Wednesdays... and when beautiful women happen to be around,"

Eva rolled her eyes, but she was smiling nonetheless. She actually found him to be quite charming, "Well, it's not Wednesday," she took a brief look around, "And there are no pretty girls here,"

"Oh, come on, don't sell yourself short, Eva," he winked coyly as he rewrapped the bread in the plastic, "Just outta' curiosity, is this --?"

"Sourdough," Eva nodded shyly.

"What is up with this sourdough fad?" he asked.

"I don't know," she threw her arms out, "I just wanted to fit in and be cool, I guess,"

"You named your cat after an Edgar Allan Poe book, you're already cool,"

Eva waited patiently outside as Remington dashed into his room. However, he stopped short when he found a post-it note was stuck to his door. He must've blown past it when he went to answer downstairs. It was notably written in Emerson's chicken scratch and he read it to himself.

"Remington, I'm off with Shy to the beach. Text me if you want to cook or do take out, unless of course I come home before you open your door... and you won't find this note," he glowered at the dark blue ink, "Seriously?"

About an hour later, having collected the rest of her boxes from storage, Remington followed Eva up three flights of stairs to her little corner apartment. Eva had a bit of a rough time trying to put the key in the lock without dropping her box, but she was finally able to get the door open and push her way inside. Pluto was in his bed, none too bothered by his owner's presence. It was only when he smelled the unfamiliar scent of men's soap and hair product that he turned his head to Remington.

He was quick to leap up and come trotting over, nearly scaring Remington out of his skin when he started rubbing up against his leg, "What the --? Oh, hi Pluto," he grinned at the pale and black-striped tabby.

Eva huffed at her cat, setting down her box and going to scoop him up, "Pluto! Let him in before you start whoring," He gave a yrowl of protest before he was dropped back into his bed.

"Sorry about that," she said.

"It's no problem," Remington wasn't shy about having a few glances around her small studio space. It was cozy, yet not fully furnished as the walls were still bare and her shelves were empty. On the right hand side, two perpendicular walls separated the kitchen space from the bedroom (it was more like a bed cubby), and on the other side she had a small couch with a glass coffee table, and beside that a desk that prescribed the definition of 'messy'. Looking out through a sliding door, Eva had a small balcony with two chairs and small dining table -- where she had a perfect view of his house.

"Please forgive the mess, too. I'm shit at organizing," Eva said, having now pulled down her blue medical mask so it rested under her chin. Remington did the same.

"It's definitely a lot cleaner than my place," he said, still gripping tightly the cardboard box, "Where would you like this?"

Eva set down her box on the kitchen counter, took a glance at the writing at the side before directing him, "Just down by the bookcase, is fine," and she started pulling apart her own box.

Remington set down his box and opened it as well, astonished and impressed to see rows of vinyls lined up and packed tightly. She had music that ranged from Billie Holiday to Harry Styles; some sleeves more worn down than others. Unable to help himself, Remington had a flip through her music, you could always best judge somebody by what they threw on the turntable. Remington's smile grew when he found his own record, Boom Boom Room Side A.

"You have good taste," he said, turning and holding up the vinyl.

Eva turned from her box full of novels, a tinge of red spreading over her cheeks when she saw him crouched over her music and holding a record. But when she realized the worn down sleeve was for Palaye Royale, it suddenly clicked in her mind where she'd seen Remington from. A small warmth flooded through her gut.

"I knew you looked familiar," she blushed, "Your hair's different, that's why I didn't recognize you,"

"I take it this is your only record of ours?" he smirked.

Eva shrugged, "It was a birthday present. I liked a lot of what I heard, though," she ruffled a hand through her short hair, "There was one song I heard and I just fucking loved it. It went something like... oh my gosh, like um..." she started humming the chorus to something that sounded like Mr. Doctor Man.

The melody was instantly recognizable to Remington, but he let her carry on longer than necessary to watch her, the giggle she let out while she hummed simply delicious. He could never sing that song the same way again after hearing that.

"I think that's supposed to be Mr. Doctor Man," he chuckled once she had stopped giggling.

Eva pointed a finger at him, "That's it! I loved it because it sounded like The Killers!" Eva couldn't believe she just hummed that song to Remington fucking Leith. She wasn't sure why she had let Palaye Royale fall off her radar, having remembered how much fun she had jamming to that vinyl in her old place. And the voice on Remington was so sexy, she couldn't help but be so enthralled by those raspy high and low notes he would hit.

"That's probably one of the best comparisons I've had, yet," he told her, "They also happen to originate from Vegas,"

Her cheeks were still burning but she lifted her eyes slowly back to his and gave a tentative smile, "What is it with all you cool rock bands coming out of Las Vegas?"

"Like they say; Vegas is built on hopes, dreams, and crazy people," he gave her a wide, toothy grin just to make his point.

"Who said that?" Eva asked.

"I don't know, but it makes a fuck ton of a sense," Remington replied, "Would you like me to put these in the shelf?" he pointed to the bookcase.

Eva shook her head, "No, you don't have to do that. You didn't even have to help me haul all this shit upstairs," she said.

"And leave a lovely lady to break her back on her own? My own mother would be so ashamed of me," he scoffed back, waving his hand at her, "And besides, as your new friend I insist on helping you out,"

Eva cocked her head, "So, you and I went from acquaintances to friends all within an hour and some?"

"Well, if you had hummed my song earlier, we would've been friends before Pluto even stole the sausage," Remington grinned, then glancing at the tabby, "No hard feelings, Pluto," The cat simply stared back at him.

He glanced back at Eva, "... Why does he keep staring at me?" he whispered.

Eva smirked, "He's a very personable cat. Either that, or he wants your shoes,"

"So, if I leave my sneakers on the stairs of my house, he'll come over and actually make a meal out of them?" he asked.

"I've lost so many shoes to this cat, I swear I have to keep them locked up in my closet," she replied.

Remington glanced at the cat again, narrowing his eyes as though to mockingly challenge the feline, whispering menacingly "I got my eye on you, bitch,"

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