#( they will love u kindly and provide u with good food )

[clochanamarc]

i just need everyone to know that if ur muses have father issues (don't they all?) then stanley and richard are their dads now. ur invited to the barbecue this saturday. they want to know if ur bringing a date bc "we want you to be happy". richard saved u a copy of the crossword puzzle and wants to know if you got today's word.le. stanley wants to show you a new pasta trick he learned in sicily over the summer.

[leclsrc]

can i please request a forbidden relationship with charles? like maybe a verstappen!reader or a wolff!reader? angst to fluff please 😩

name calling – cl16

Charles develops a new nickname, but it's not for you. (wolff!reader)

auds here... i love u anon and i hope its okay that i did not write angst into this!!! i needed a feel good thing to get the trope going. listened to this a lot while writing, one of my favorite cutesy love songs ever!

“There’s peach and apple,” you say over the phone, inspecting the juice box flavors in the well-stocked fridge of the Mercedes motorhome. Apparently, over at Ferrari, the supply is running dry, a report generously provided to you by your boyfriend.

“Is there lemon?” You two have the same favorite. You rifle through the stock and find a lone lemon flavor collecting frost at the back of the pile.

“None.” You say, clearing your throat. “Come on, man. Peach and apple.”

He makes a noise of suspicion, but gives in. “Peach then.”

“Okay.” You tuck your phone in-between your ear and shoulder and collect multiple to find the coldest one, an accompaniment to the heat this weekend; your call is cut short when your dad walks in, eyebrows set in a straight line of contemplation.

They raise when he spots you harboring a bunch of peach juice boxes. “Gotta go, bye,” you add in a rushed whisper, and he says a quick see you thanks before hanging up.

“Dad,” you say casually. You raise one of the six boxes in your hand. “Juice?”

“Is there lemon left?”

“No luck. Peach and apple,” you say sweetly.

“I’ll have apple. Listen, I’m going to a principal’s meeting using your scooter.”

You toss him a box. “Okay. Stay safe,” you respond, letting him pull you into a one-armed hug. “There’s too many people in the centre so I’ve been scootering behind motorhomes to get to places faster. Might help.”

“Okay, spatzi,” he says, punching a straw into the box and departing. This signals a greenlight for you to call Charles again—despite your best mutual efforts, you’ve both been almost caught calling or being near each other by your dad. And, in the words of your lovely boyfriend, he’s not yet ready to die. But the hiding is worth it; after all, it’s hiding from the public, which you both wanted from the get go, and your dad. Your mum and several friends know, which makes the lying ease up a little bit.

He picks up in the middle of the first ring. “Hey. Got my juice?” 

“Yeah. Back door.” A routine crafted over years of knowing each other—first as friends, then as lovers—serves you well, a rushed meeting at the back door of a garage or motorhome to discuss date night plans or to hand over a gift or plate of food. In this case, it’s a juice box, half-tossed in your rush to not be spotted by one of your dad’s friends.

And, as always, he blows you a kiss as you close the door.

—

Four sips into his peach juice, Charles sneaks past the Mercedes motorhome and moves back to Ferrari, but not without spotting a mess of long limbs on the ground beside a forgotten scooter. Upon closer inspection, his suspicion of it being a deranged superfan is rejected—it’s Toto Wolff.

“I must have tripped on a wire,” Toto grunts, eyes scanning the ground. He meets Charles’ eyes. 

“Let me help you,” Charles says, immediately offering a hand and pulling. The guy is jacked, so he exerts a bit more effort than he’s willing to admit; the job gets done nonetheless, so potato-potahto, really. 

“Thank you,” wheezes Toto, sitting up, all six feet five of him, “son.”

Charles is slack mouthed. Oh my God. Son???? “You are welcome, so welcome,” he responds kindly, despite the awkward tension. “Um, Papa.”

Toto pauses his ascent and stares pointedly before shaking his head. “I… must go.”

“Well, drive safe. Watch the roads. And all.” Charles says, laughing sheepishly. “Toto. Watch the roads, and all, Toto.” He emphasizes, like that takes back the fact that he called the big boss Papa just ten seconds ago. He chews at the straw of the peach juice, gnawing nervously.

“I will. Thanks again.” He falls quiet, staring. Then a knobby finger points to the juice box, waving back and forth in-between the juice box in the garbage bin a few metres away. “They’re… your juice box… is that from the Mercedes… motorhome?”

“No,” lies Charles with unrivaled stiffness.

“It is a German brand we special order for my daughter.”

“No—see, I am very into German juice.” He ignores the way it sounds like a euphemism. “What’s that? My phone is now ringing. Okay. D’accord. Au revoir.” He walks away as he makes up additional excuses, not missing Toto’s laser stare that seems to permeate through walls and asphalt, finding reprieve only when he’s back in his room.

He chucks the juice box into the nearest bin and prays to all the gods.

—

Charles ends up getting P1. He’s surrounded by whoops and cheers and receives a very solemn “good effort” nod from Toto across the paddock, which he feels cements his apology and effectively keeps your relationship hidden. He’s handled it well. For once, he’s the mature crisis handler in the relationship, and you don’t need to know about any of this, you really don’t.

You congratulate him at the back door like always, when he’s on the way to the parking lot.

A kiss to his cheek. Then: “I have something to ask.”

“What’s that, darling?”

“Did you, um. Call my dad Papa?”

He presses a palm to his mouth in a very Charles-esque overdramatic way. “Oh my God, he told you?!”

“Oh my God, it’s true?!” You detect the volume in your voice and usher yourself out, quietly shutting the door before facing him again. You raise your eyebrows.

Your boyfriend, your adorably aloof boyfriend, just sputters. “Well—he called me son!”

“Yeah, because he’s old! Old people do that.” You gesticulate wildly “I can’t believe you called him Papa.”

“I can’t believe he told you.”

“I can’t believe you both thought I did not know,” comes a voice from the door that is, unfortunately, not Lewis’ or George’s or yours or Charles’.

The door swings open and there your dad stands, eyebrows raised quizzically, windbreaker-clad arms crossed over his chest. “Charles, I know you don’t ‘like German juice.’ Spatzi, I know you don’t ‘enjoy exploring Monaco hotels by yourself.’” Stoically, he raises air quotes.

“… Sorry?” You offer, smile sweet.

“It’s okay.” He allows a small, warm smile directed to you. “I’ve known a while now.”

“Sorry, Toto,” Charles says profusely, visibly anxious.

The smile chills. Your dad just nods, waving him off. “Cool down on the Papa, though, Leclerc.” 

[dimachina]

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[marvel-sluts]

Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.

[apriorisea]

Ok I’m seriously convinced you’re secretly one of the members...(Joonie is that u???) loool but for real, you write their personalities so well. So not a request, but a question?? Their “concepts” aside (like, “golden maknae etc”)... key personality traits & flaws for each of the boys? Like “passionate, sensitive, a perfectionist, or overly self-critical, etc” Which member(s) is hardest to write?Hope this made sense, I’m just super interested in your take on this :)

--First off, you’re so nice!!! Thank you so much:) And also, thank you for this question! I love things like this---even though it’s obviously all just my personal speculation 😅I listed my thoughts down below, but I would love to hear any thoughts (whether in agreement or disagreement!) anyone else might have!  As for which member is hardest to write, for me I typically struggle a little more with Taehyung and Hoseok. For Taehyung, I think it’s probably because our personalities are pretty opposite (again, HUGE grain of salt, since I don’t *actually* know any of them in real life, so I’m just going off the little info we have), so it takes me a little longer to write his stuff. For Hoseok, I think it’s because there is so much more to him than meets the eye and his personality is difficult for me to pin down sometimes. 

Again, thanks so much for your sweet words and thought-provoking requestion (it’s a word now)! I hope you find my take interesting! 💕💜

Seokjin: 

Conscientious - I think Kim Seokjin is very, VERY aware of his role in any given setting. He knows what’s expected of him and how to do it without bending any of his personal boundaries/rules.

Private - I firmly believe that we will never know the true personality of our Mr. Worldwide Handsome. I think he decided early on that to survive in this life, he was going to have to separate his stage persona from his personal life---and he guards this separation fiercely. This is also one of the qualities I admire the most about him: his unwavering commitment to keeping pieces of himself just for him. My personal opinion is that he is the member that gave up the most of a “normal” life and, while he did so knowing the consequences of this choice, he’s found ways to “rebel” and keep his own autonomy (think: responding to fans in a very “blunt” manner [Marry me? No.], cutting/coloring his hair against company wishes, refusing to give-in to fan-service he is uncomfortable with  [thinking specifically of that one time the host tried to get him to kiss Taehyung and he just started yelling over them when they tried to insist], his penchant for avoiding overly ~revealing~ outfits, etc etc).

Professional - I mean, just a continuation of both of the points above. He always knows when the cameras are watching and how he should act accordingly. But---and this is important---I am in NO WAY saying he’s being fake or disingenuous. The Jin we see on stage, in MVs, RunBTS, and even Bon Voyage/In The Soop is the real Jin---it’s just not all of him. He chose the Idol Life as his career, as a profession, so he would never be caught violating the terms that he himself has set to fulfill his responsibilities. What little we know of his family leads me to believe that he was groomed from a young age how to navigate high society and the professional world; now it’s just a slightly different world and society he floats through. 

Responsible - He takes the job of eldest brother very seriously. Though the baby in much of his younger life, as soon as he got 6 little brothers he stepped effortlessly into his new role. Making them food, driving them to school, helping them feel at home in a new place, providing silent but tangible support... My personal favorite is the way he willingly makes a fool of himself to relax the others, to help them calm down during stressful situations and break the ice. 

Good memory - I want to be careful how I explain this, because I don’t want it to come out wrong. I think Kim Seokjin has a very good memory. If you were decent to him and his brothers during the hard times, he’ll remember that going forward. If you were cruel to or dismissive of him as a young exchange student abroad, he’ll never forget. However, I also think he’s cunning enough that you would never be able to tell which category you fall under unless he wants you to know. 

Hard-worker - I mean, just the endless amounts of anecdotes we have about him practicing his vocals and choreography all night long should be enough evidence for this point, but I still sometimes feel like he doesn’t get enough credit. We all know the story of how he got placed in BTS, but I don’t think people appreciate how damn hard he has worked to grow into this life. He was a college student, set on a completely different life with completely different expectations, scooped off the street and told to learn to sing and dance and look. at. him. now. Listen to that vocal range, look at the Black Swan choreography or the way he seamlessly joined the dance break of ON---he has worked HARD and I don’t think we should forget about this. Just because something doesn’t come easy to you, if you’re not naturally gifted, it doesn’t mean you can’t work to achieve it. 

Basically I just love Kim Seokjin with my whole heart.

Yoongi:

Empathetic -  This word is the beginning and end of how I would describe his entire being. I think Min Yoongi is a very empathetic person. He sits back and observes, and he’s aware of everything. You know when you first get into BTS, there’s always the stories of him being the “scariest” member or the “toughest” or the quietest (especially in the earlier days of BTS, because can we just talk about how much happier he has been this last year-year.5?? How much more himself he is at all times? How much more comfortable??? We love to see it.) But I think his quiet watchfulness just gets frequently mistaken for scary or tough. In addition, his empathy allows him to connect with others in a special way, to acknowledge them and build them up (thinking of that one V-Live or whatever where Jungkook says something kind of under his breath---something about a past life?---and Yoongi not only hears him but turns to him and explicitly validates his feelings and thoughts, OR the times when he tells Jimin that he really likes his singing voice).  

Protective - He doesn’t like unkindness in any way, shape, or form. He doesn’t tolerate cruelty or bullying. And let’s not forget: he sees everything. Every slight, every intentional dismissal, every dig or jab, every “diss track” lyrics. Every single injustice. Now, he can stand up for himself (when he deems it appropriate, because I also think he’s pretty good at picking battles), but his true force comes out when those he loves are belittled/threatened/disrespected. He is fiercely protective of those he loves. 

Emotionally Intelligent - Obviously, I think he’s also just intelligent-intelligent, but I want to focus on this aspect for a moment, because I think this is a quality that gets overlooked in people in general. He is aware of the importance of emotions, both his own and other people’s. It’s in the way he recognized that he and Taehyung were polar opposites and made a concentrated effort to understand him better. It’s in the way he unabashedly announces that they hold hands when they’re arguing. It’s in the way that he insists that there is more to life than school, grades, others’ expectations. It’s also in the way he knows exactly how to make the others laugh, the way one of his sharp-witted comments or physical-comedy bits can break a tension or diffuse the moment. It’s all over every single one of his songs. It’s in the way he calmly handles challenges and has a unique relationship with each of his brothers according to their needs. He treats his relationships---with the members, the fans, staff, friends, family, whoever---with care and respect and maturity. 

Compassionate (read also: Cinnamon Roll) - Yoongi understands darkness because he has experienced it himself, and he will do whatever he can to make sure no on else suffers in the same way. He takes care of the people in his life, usually by doing little things or quiet things (think: the reason they call him the “dad” of BTS). He’s not afraid to correct people when they’re wrong, but he always manages to do it kindly. He’s also a complete pushover for the ones he loves: think of how he each member of the maknae line has a different but special relationship with him, think of how Jungkook can basically crawl all over him and hit him and annoy him and bother him and he never bats an eye, think of the way he showed up with chicken because he didn’t want Hoseok to be alone, think of the way he goes fishing with Jin because he knows his big bro loves it so much, think of the way he never ever yells at anyone when he’s angry, think of the way he softens his tone when explaining things. Cinnamon. Roll. 

Straight-forward - He’s blessed with the ability to be blunt but not cruel. I actually personally really hate the word “blunt” because, in my experience, it usually comes into play when someone is explaining that their rude, offensive, and ignorant comment *isn’t* rude, offensive, or ignorant---they’re “just a blunt person.” But I think Yoongi is someone who is actually able to be straight-forward (a much better term than the dreaded b-word) without slipping into carelessness. He says things how they are, but, using his emotional awareness and intelligence, he’s able to say it calmly and kindly. If you’ve messed up, he’s going to tell you you messed up---but he’s also going to help you figure out the next steps and volunteer to walk with you while you take them. He’s going to call out bad behavior---but always remind you that he loves you no matter what. He’s going to critique the song you wrote---but it’s going to be 90% positive comments and 10% suggestions of what could be better/smoother/more understandable. I also feel like he is someone who expects the same in return: he hates liars and has a low tolerance for bullshit. 

Basically I just love Min Yoongi with my whole heart.

Hoseok: 

Duality - Now, I don’t mean duality in the way you can compare his precious ray-of-sunshine moments to the times he absolutely blows everyone away on stage (though this is obviously a thing). I’m referring more to the way he can be both ray of sunshine and serious-business all at the same time. Like Jin, I think Hoseok chose an Idol persona (though I think his decision was prompted more by a desire to be uplifting and cheerful and our hope) and exists comfortably within those parameters. However, unlike Jin, I think Hoseok doesn’t mind if people see the other side sometimes, too. He’s not afraid to set down the bubbly-Hobi persona, even if cameras are rolling. He’s not afraid to be emotional,  whether that’s over-the-top happiness, or genuine overwhelmed tears. He can wear a flower around his face and make cute noises and then the next second he can snap at the maknae to not fool around near a pool so he doesn’t get his clothes all wet. It’s not an act either way, he’s just both. 

Good judgment - Obviously, we know that Jung Hoseok is a hard-worker. We know he’s dedicated his life to his craft, first with dancing and then with rapping. He can be an intimidating dance captain, someone who takes it seriously and pushes everyone to be the very best they can be. His work ethic is insane, and he never accepts less than his best---but, in comparison to others on this list, I think he is able to critique himself fairly and kindly. While he demands perfection, he doesn’t tear himself apart to find it. I think he has the ability to assess something or someone and come away with a fairly unbiased opinion. 

Comfortable - This is hard to describe in just a word, but I think he has a way of making people feel at ease in his presence. Even as one of the biggest superstars on the planet right now, you get the sense that he never wants to make people feel uncomfortable or intimidated or uneasy. Something about his mannerisms, his bright smile, his personableness, make him seem approachable. I think it’s also why Namjoon’s been known to say that BTS couldn’t exist without Hoseok, why Yoongi values his friendship so much, why Jungkook is constantly snuggling him. My personal opinion is that he was instrumental in bridging the gap that sometimes might have occurred between Namjoon and Yoongi in the early days; his comfortable presence eased some of the tension that (I’m guessing) may have naturally arisen between two of the greatest young rappers in the game when they were first working together. Hoseok just wants everyone to feel comfortable and at ease around him.

Kind - I think Jung Hoseok is just a genuinely kind human being. I think he is trusting and loyal, but also just the sort of person who will make it his mission to make you smile on a bad day. Just the fact that he chose to make his stage persona someone who is full of hope and happiness speaks volumes. Knowing his own personal struggles, he extrapolates this knowledge to guess how others could feel, and throws himself into the role of positive, happy, sunshiney, hope. It’s his kindness that motivates this behavior. 

High standards - This goes along with his good judgment, but I think Hoseok expects a certain level of competence from everyone around him, in whatever capacity they’re working. Again, this goes along with his desire to have the entire group work on a bit of choreo until it’s right. I think that, because he pushes himself to be the best and fulfill expectations, he looks for this same dedication in others (what comes to mind is that moment in some interview where Namjoon is struggling a little [cos English is the WORST, ugh] so Hoseok looks over at the interpreter like “what exactly are you doing, do your job, help him translate”). 

Basically I just love Jung Hoseok with my whole heart. 

Namjoon: 

Unbelievably intelligent - I know this one isn’t exactly shocking, but I still feel like it needs to be mentioned first and appreciated more. Namjoon is crazy intelligent, academically speaking. He thrives on the pursuit of knowledge, on contemplating and discussing higher concepts, on learning new things that feed his curiosity and his soul. While I also think this crazy-high intellect can sometimes hinder his ability to connect emotionally with people, it’s also this exact quality that makes him so well suited for the role he has been thrust into---not just in the group, but in the world. 

Nerdy - Bicycling, bonsai trees, reading, tiny creatures, art exhibits. He is unabashedly and desperately passionate about the things he likes. He isn’t afraid to love something just because he loves it. He goes all-in on things that he’s interested in, whether they’re “cool” or not. His curiosity pushes him forward, needling him to learn everything he can about things he’s passionate about. He sinks himself into these hobbies wholly (think: carrying a book or two with him everywhere so he can get some reading in, visiting as many art museums and exhibits as possible on days off, making cutesy noises at stingrays and scooping teeny-tiny crabs out of the sand to tell them how beautiful they are).

Macro-focused - He strikes me very much as the sort of person who loves to talk about concepts and ideas and philosophies in great terms. He loves clever wordplay, he likes to reflect on his place in the universe, he wants to discuss the complexities of life and human nature. His quick-mind devours these topics, and I can imagine he could sit for hours with you debating philosophy and discussing art. On the flip side, though, I think he isn’t so good with minutiae---and by “minutiae” I mean everything from being more aware of his physical surroundings to dealing with personal things. For example, I think he’s brilliant when he discusses happiness and hardship and joy and pain and love and humanity in the songs he writes...... but he’s not exactly the first person you would go to if you were having a tough or emotional personal time. Don’t get me wrong: obviously he cares about the people in his life, he cares about people in general---but sometimes all you need is a hug and pat on the back to encourage you and Namjoon would instead launch into the greater implications and consequences of human nature in an attempt to help you feel better.

Logical - I know this seems like a given, but while I think others on this list are more emotionally-intelligent, I think logic is one of Namjoon’s greatest strengths. For example: if another member is crying or upset, Jimin would notice they’re upset and immediately go and hug them and wipe their tears away; Namjoon would notice they’re upset and immediately look for the source of the problem. Once identified, he’d take the next steps to rectifying the problem, because logic dictates that if the problem gets solved, then the other member would be happier. If there was nothing to rectify, he’d attempt to comfort them with cold, hard facts. (I’m thinking about that time when Jungkook got upset because he felt like he messed up his performances, and Jimin immediately hugs him and comforts him and tells him he was great, while Namjoon assesses the situation and starts talking about how he himself actually, objectively messed up, so there’s no logical reason for Jungkook to be upset right now.) He dreams and enjoys literature and the arts---but when it comes to handling practical, inter-personal issues, he’s much more comfortable with logic. 

Vibes - I really didn’t have a good word to describe this thought of mine, so let me just get right into explaining: I think Namjoon is, generally speaking, one of the smartest people---if not the smartest person---in the room. He’s aware of this fact without being arrogant about it, but it is the truth. Because of this, I think he’s frequently called on to explain things, to expound on them, to teach or interpret or decipher. I think he enjoys this role, because he loves talking about things he’s passionate about (see above: nerdy) but sometimes...sometimes I think he just desperately wants someone he can vibe with. Someone who can match his level intellectually. Someone whom he doesn’t have to teach. I think he is over-the-moon ecstatic when he meets someone he can vibe with in any way---whether that’s intelligence-related or passion/hobby-related. I don’t know, I just sometimes feel like he chooses to spend his personal time with people who can match him in some way, whom he can vibe with.

Basically I just love Kim Namjoon with my whole heart.

Jimin:

Caring - For me, Park Jimin starts and ends with this characteristic. He cares. A lot. About a lot of things. He cares about his brothers, he cares about his family, he cares about his friends, he cares about ARMY, he cares about music, he cares about his dancing, he cares about fashion, he cares about how he’s perceived, he cares about doing his very best, he cares about the future generations, he cares about those who are less fortunate than him, he just cares so much. Along with Yoongi, I think he is incredibly empathetic. How many times do we see him basically sprint across a room or a sandy beach or a campsite or a stage to get to an upset member? He reads people’s emotions and has a natural instinct to take care of them. Like anything, though, I think his biggest strength can also be a great weakness: sometimes he cares too much. How many times has he worked until his body is covered with pain patches, until his feet bled, until he almost passed out? All the weight he lost, because he cared about his appearance? How hard he worked at being “hardcore, manly” Jimin, because that’s what he thought people cared about most? All the times he cried after a tiny mistake, because he cared about being perfect, because he cared about others’ perception of him? Park Jimin cares so/too much and it’s one of the most defining things about his personality. 

Social Intelligence/눈치 - One thing I love the most is how he has such a unique relationship with each one of his brothers. Now, obviously, every single combo in Bangtan is different and unique and special. But I love watching Jimin’s relationships with the others so much, because he’s so aware of what they need. Truthfully, I think Jimin is hyper aware of others in general. If you’re trying to sneaky-cry at a crowded party, Jimin is the type of person who would somehow appear at your side, ready to help you feel better. His empathy and sensitivity allow him to assess what each individual needs the most from him and act accordingly. He knows Taehyung should never be left alone when upset, knows that if Jungkook is actually crying then something is very wrong, knows that Leader RM sometimes needs to just be his one-year-older hyung Namjoon, knows exactly how far he can push Yoongi’s buttons, knows to laugh at Jin’s dad-jokes (especially when they’re for the benefit of the group), and knows that Hoseok needs to be reminded how much cohesiveness he provides the group in general. 

Self-Critical - All right, I feel like this one might be a little controversial, so hear me out. Like I mentioned earlier, he cares a lot, and part of that translates into caring about himself---caring about his achievements, his performance, his appearance. It’s partly the classical dancer in him and partly just his personality. He wants to do and be his best always. But.... I do think that he has learned to be much kinder to himself over the years. Gone are the days of starving himself to get rid of his cheeks, the tearful breakdowns after a single missed step in a performance, the acting outside of his true personality because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to be. I think we now very much see a Jimin who has come into his own, who has accepted himself for who he is (including his flaws), who has embraced every part of him. This doesn’t mean that I think he never has to fight the nagging voice in his head, or struggle with insecurities, or swallow down the urge to berate himself after a less-than-perfect performance---he still expects the best out of himself, still wants to be the best. I just think he’s found a way to critique himself without absolutely tearing himself apart. 

Cunning - Yet another word that looks and sounds derogatory, but isn’t really in this context. Like a lot of other empathetic, sensitive, socially-intelligent people, knowing exactly what people need and are feeling also allows him to know weaknesses. Weaknesses he would never exploit---unless he wanted to. I actually don’t think we see much of him using others’ weaknesses against them, but in my opinion, this quality is linked to two of his other quirks: 1) his talent and complete lack of guilt for cheating at games and 2) his penchant for pettiness. I don’t really know how to explain my thought-process here---not well, anyway. But I feel like Jimin is so tuned into the important things (so concerned about the important things) that little things, like cheating at a game, don’t matter to him much. And, if he can use his usually sweet and helpful and hard-working, honest self to get away with it, even better. On the flip side, I don’t think he enjoys or endures confrontation as much or as well as, say, Yoongi might---so he expresses himself in a quieter, underhanded way. (The moment that’s coming to mind is that one time they were at an American event and he commented, in Korean, about how unorganized things seem to be.) Jimin is the sweetest, most sensitive, empathetic little cinnamon roll---until it’s time to win a game, or until he’s feeling a little prickly and petty. 

Basically I just love Park Jimin with my whole heart.

Taehyung: 

Individualistic - Kim Taehyung knows who he is. He knows what he likes, what he wants, what he thinks. He is going to wear whatever he wants, paint whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and do whatever he wants. He’s a person who seems to have figured out a long time ago what makes him happy and how to be his true self around others no matter what---and this something I greatly envy. If he wants to learn the violin, he’s gonna buy a violin and play some scratchy Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a hotel balcony---because that’s what he wants to do. If he wants to write a song, it’s going to be in his style, the way he likes it. If he wants a really cool, avant-garde piece of artsy clothing, he’s going to spray-paint it himself. If he has an opinion on something, it’s highly likely that he’s spent quite a bit of time forming this opinion---but once that’s his opinion, that’s his opinion. That’s what he thinks, there’s no need to listen to others or change. I think this quality, this ability to be himself so  freely and earnestly, is both one of the reasons he’s able to make friends so easily and be beloved so quickly (see: “Bangtan’s True Baby” and “Wooga Squad darling”); and one of the reasons others (including the other members, by their own admission) can’t understand him well at first. I think it has brought many good things to his life, but has also played a significant part in some of the struggles that he has had. He’s precious, but also very easily misunderstood.

Not Very Outward-Sensing - Notice I very purposefully don’t go anywhere near the words “self-absorbed” or “self-centered”---because he’s not. On the contrary, I think Taehyung feels very deeply for the people in his life (see below: Emotional), but his ability to care for them is sometimes inhibited by his lack of outward-sensing. If Jimin is the king of 눈치/social awareness, then Taehyung is the absolute opposite (which is why it is unendingly intriguing to me that two of his closest relationships in BTS---he and Jimin, he and Yoongi---are comprised of one person who lacks this awareness [Tae] and one person who has all the awareness [Jimin, Yoongi]). He would never hurt someone’s feelings on purpose, but quite often he’s just not paying a whole lot of attention to what other people might be feeling or experiencing. He’s not concerned about walking on eggshells, because he feels that as long as his intentions are good, nobody can be too hurt or too uncomfortable with him or his behavior (A great example of this is the infamous Spring Day Dance Debate from “Burn the Stage.” In Taehyung’s mind, he saw something that should be changed and needed to be addressed, so he called it out. It never in a million years would occur to him that the way he phrased it or the way he kept harping on it could be a source of irritation or discomfort to Jin. To him, it was a very black-and-white, clear-cut situation: something was wrong, he had an idea of how it should be fixed, therefore nothing bad could/should come of him speaking his mind in the pursuit of this perfect solution he created). He seems like the sort of person who, after accidentally hurting your feelings, would sympathize with your hurt and want to make it better, but focus more on the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, so it’s not really his fault. 

Emotional - I think he is very in-touch with his emotions, which can be both a good thing and a bad thing. For example, if he’s upset, he wants everyone to know and acknowledge that he’s upset. He doesn’t like feeling ignored or passed over, and where others might let it slide, he’s not afraid to speak up about it (I’m thinking about the time there was a question directed specifically to Yoongi about being from Daegu and Taehyung immediately pointed out that he was also from Daegu, and kind of pouted a little until it was acknowledged). Also, although it’s never been said explicitly, I think he is one of the members who potentially struggles with depression. He can take things very personally and to heart. But this is likely because he has such a big heart. He loves unabashedly and he’s very vocal about who he loves---think of all the times he’s said and posted comments along the lines of “Please love all seven” and “Please love each of us equally.” He also can be very protective (thinking of that one Weverse post where he lowkey chewed somebody out for posting an unflattering photo of one of the others) and blunt when defending those he loves. I mean, he created a whole new word just to express how much he loves ARMY! When he’s sad, he cries. When he’s happy, he giggles. When he’s angry, he expresses it. When he’s disappointed, he doesn’t hide it. To me, he is a near-perfect example of someone who wears their heart on their sleeves. 

Contradictory - One of his most endearing qualities. He is not very outward-focused---but he bought a pair of gloves because he remembered that Jimin offhandedly mentioned that he needed some. He doesn’t read other people easily---but he (so far) is also pretty darn good at completing accurate Vibe-Checks for those who come in contact with BTS. He doesn’t always see as much as the others might---but he also notices certain things they might miss. The beauty of his being is that he can be both things at the same time and not seem out of place.

Basically I just love Kim Taehyung with my whole heart.

Jungkook: 

Confident Yet Perfectionistic - Now listen: when I say confident, I don’t mean that he never struggles with insecurities. I mean confident in the way that his whole life (at least his whole Idol life) he had 6 older brothers who encouraged him to try and do anything he wanted---and then supported him no matter the outcome. Being raised in an environment like that, where you’re encouraged to try things, where you have people who love you constantly praising your efforts and providing a safe space for you to fail, you gain a certain amount of confidence in your abilities, in yourself. I think this is actually a big part of the Golden Maknae moniker: yes, I think he is the type of person to whom things may come quite easily and who is naturally skilled in several areas---but it’s also a little easier to conquer new things when you have years of encouraged-successes under your belt. He has gained a confidence in himself over years of trying and working his tail off and eventually succeeding; he knows he can do anything if he works at it enough because he’s always been able to do everything he works at. Where the perfectionistic aspect kicks in especially is this: there are a lot of people who have a natural affinity for lots of things. There are lots of people who can pick up something new and be decent right away (I honestly think Taehyung is another person like this, someone who can pick new things up pretty easily)---the difference is that Jeon Jungkook is the type of person who takes that natural affinity and runs with it. He’s not satisfied with just being good at something; if it’s something he really wants to do, he throws his whole heart and soul and self into it. In my opinion, this sets him apart from people who could be considered “Jack of All Trades, Master of None.” He trusts his process and uses it to be the very best he can be in whatever he does.

Introverted -  Obviously he’s not the only introverted member of Bangtan, but I do think that his specific life experiences require a little more discussion on this topic than the others. By his own admission, his childhood ended really early. He didn’t focus much on school because he was focused on his career; he never got to have the typical high school experiences most of the others had. At an incredibly young age he was thrust into a totally different life that required being in the spotlight---and while this definitely brought unique challenges, he loves his life as a musician and performer. I think out of all BTS, Jungkook especially lives for performing. He lights up on stage and is at his absolute happiest when performing (and performing well). And yet none of this changes the fact that he is absolutely an introvert, someone who needs to recharge with just a little alone time. Alone time. Not easy to achieve when you live in the same tiny dorm with 6 other boys. Not easy to achieve when you are constantly surrounded by brothers, staff, instructors, producers, cameras, and fans.  

Maknae - I can’t explain this well, I know I can’t, but it just is such a huge part of him that I feel like I need to try. In so many ways, Jungkook is a typical baby of the family. It’s evident in the way that he unabashedly idolizes his Rap-Mon-hyung. In the way he constantly cuddles and sniffs and snuggles Hoseok. In the way he’s not afraid to pester Yoongi or tease Seokjin. He also seems like someone who is much more of a fixer than a listener; meaning, if you go to him with a problem, he’s going to be focused on how he can fix the situation, not on just listening and sympathizing/empathizing with you, a trait that I feel comes easily to babies of families (not that *all* youngest children have this, mind you) because they’re typically not the ones confided in, so if something is brought to them they want to help make it right (massive generalization, I know, don’t kill me). As discussed above, he’s also confident in himself because he’s been raised with older siblings who have always told him “yes, you can.” He’s just Baby in all the ways that stick with a person even as they grow older. 

Trusting - Jungkook strikes me as the sort of person who trusts fairly easily---and, more importantly, unshakably. He has no problem admitting to millions of ARMY that he ripped his pants on stage or V-Living while drunk (I don’t care what he says, babyboy was at least a little buzzed) because he trusts us. He could easily follow Namjoon (or any of his brothers) to the ends of the earth. He takes every opportunity to speak earnestly and wholeheartedly about how much he genuinely loves ARMY, because he trusts that that love will be returned. 

Basically I just love Jeon Jungkook with my whole heart. 

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Argo ch. 2

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2084 words, 3rd person POV

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Meeting Lijah face to face threw off Jason's rhythm for the rest of the day, and for the entire day after. He had no idea what to do with himself. He could go home, but his mother would want progress by now and he did not want to try to explain how he let Lijah go when even he didn't know exactly why he did it. He could start planning the killings of the other counselors, but he couldn't focus long enough to think about that. His mind was stuck on Lijah, and he determined the only way to get unstuck was to see him again. He had to know why he wasn't afraid and treated him so kindly. There had to be some sort of motive.

Darkness fell over the camp that Friday night, and Jason patrolled the outskirts until every last fire went out and all noise had subsided. His blood was on fire, and he could not rest until his curiosity was sated. He quietly crept to the counselor cabins, searching for number five. Would Lijah be alone? Was this a good idea to come here at all? Jason berated himself internally for his interest in this person. This was stupid. Why was he here? He could easily just kill them all and return to his mother as usual. What was different this time?

There, a little distance from the other cabins, Jason saw a large number 5 painted on the side of the building. The lights were off, save for one room where the soft yellow glow spilled out into the woods where Jason stood. He steeled himself, prepared to fight if an ambush awaited him. Not quite ready, but ready enough, he approached the window and peered inside.

Lijah's bedroom was relatively tidy, minus the small heap of dirty clothes in one corner, and some posters with ragged edges and some tears that were taped to the walls. A dresser stood on the right side of the room next to the door, a small radio and some books resting atop it. Above the dresser hung a simple mirror, and it reflected Lijah's slim legs as he lay on the bed on the opposite end of the room. Jason turned his gaze to the left, seeing Lijah in a thin t-shirt and boxer briefs, reading a book on his bed. Was there ever a time he did not look so at peace?

Jason contemplated simply letting himself in, but he felt compelled to avoid scaring Lijah as long as he could. He sighed heavily and knocked on the window, hoping this wasn't the worst decision he could possibly make. Lijah gave a small start at the sound and turned to see who had made it. To Jason's surprise, Lijah's eyes lit up and he smiled as he set the book down and hopped off of the mattress. He lifted the window open and stepped aside for Jason to climb through.

"Hey!" Lijah greeted cheerfully, "I was hoping I'd get to see you again!"

Jason awkwardly clambered into the room, his size proving troublesome for the space provided by the window. He grunted as he heaved himself through, but he managed without Lijah's offered assistance. He closed the window behind him and turned back to Lijah, the closeness of the walls and ceiling emphasizing just how much of a height and width difference there was between them.

"Have a seat!" Lijah insisted, patting the bed, "Make yourself at home. I was just reading a few chapters to make myself tired enough to sleep, but I can stay up to hang out with you."

Jason sank into the mattress, watching Lijah the entire time. Was something wrong with him that he didn't perceive a threat from Jason? Or maybe he was just leading him on and tricking him into trusting him, and then he would turn against him later. Lijah stepped over to his dresser to retrieve one of the books. Jason saw that it was a spiral bound notebook with a pencil jammed in the binding. Lijah brought the notebook to the bed and climbed up to sit next to him, folding his legs underneath himself.

"I figured since you don't talk, this might help if you want to tell me something about yourself or ask me questions," Lijah explained, "Are you comfortable with writing?"

Jason shrugged. It had been a long time since he had written anything, not counting his own name in the dirt yesterday. He was able to read, but he wasn't confident in his spelling or handwriting. He accepted the notebook anyway, having some questions for Lijah that he could not express through body language.

"cant rite good. ELijah college?" he wrote, needing to spell the full name and crossing out the 'E' to get it right.

"Do I go to college?" Lijah checked, and upon Jason's nod, he elaborated, "Yup, I'm on break right now, but I'm going back in the fall for my senior year. I'm studying psychology and sociology. I'm hoping I can get into social work or therapy or something and help a lot of people."

Jason's frustration increased at this declaration. There was no way he was this good. There had to be some dark side to him somewhere.

"What about you?" Lijah asked, "Do you live around here? And, I don't mean to be rude, but how old are you?"

Jason nodded and returned to the notebook.

"live with Mother by camp. im 23."

"Oh, nice, you're only two years older than me!" Lijah commented, "Do you get along well with your mom?"

Jason nodded and pointed to Lijah as a means to ask him the same question.

"I don't live with my parents anymore," Lijah answered, his tone changing very slightly to hint at some discomfort, "They're good people, but I couldn't live in that environment anymore once I started college. I've pretty much been living either at school or at summer camps for the past few years, but I'm looking into apartments for myself so I can have a place to live after I graduate."

There was the lead. Something must have been wrong with Lijah's family life to force him out on his own, and the implication that he didn't have friends to stay with made the mystery all the more enticing. He remembered the female counselor from the day before who had asked to go with Lijah before he and Jason had met.

"frends?" Jason wrote, "girl frend?"

Lijah laughed, and Jason felt a shiver at the sound for some reason.

"I get along with everybody, but I don't really have any close friends," he said, "I haven't dated anyone for a while now either. I've been focusing on myself and getting through school, though also the people I tend to date are...not the best for me."

From what Jason had seen of Lijah from afar, he seemed like he had lots of friends and was close with many people, but now it seemed he was just as alone as Jason himself. He stared at Lijah for a moment, trying to figure him out. It was then that he noticed some tiny details about Lijah's face that he hadn't seen in the woods yesterday.

Lijah had freckles on his nose, and his eyelashes were long. His eyes were a greenish hazel, and crinkled at the corners when he smiled. His usually fluffy brown hair was somewhat damp looking, possibly from a recent shower. Jason couldn't explain it, but Lijah was rather pleasant to look at.

"So you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I'm a little curious," Lijah prompted, snapping Jason back to reality, "Why do you wear a hockey mask? Is it good for keeping bugs out of your face?"

Jason tensed. He didn't want Lijah to see his face under the mask. That would surely scare him and make him hate him like everyone else. Jason shook his head and tried to think of an excuse to write down, but all he could think of was,

"i like it."

Lijah nodded upon reading this.

"That's a good, solid reason for anything," he agreed, "I should start living by that a little more, honestly."

Jason relaxed at this, relieved that Lijah accepted that answer. He wasn't sure why, but he was beginning to want Lijah to like him. It was almost like when he was a child and wanted to be friends with the other kids at camp, but this felt different somehow. Lijah didn't have friends of his own either, so they would only have each other if this worked.

Jason did not even think about possibly killing Lijah at this point. He was far too invested in who he was as a person, as well as excited at the possibility of having a real friend, to remember what his mission was. Mother wasn't expecting him back until August. It should be fine.

"Alright, Jason, I'm gonna tell you something and I don't want you to get upset," Lijah began, scratching the back of his head, "But I figure if you wanted to, you could have easily killed me a few times by now, so I think I'm safe. I honestly thought you were gonna kill me yesterday in the woods - we've all heard the stories of the Killer of Crystal Lake or whatever; they warned me of the history of this place when I was hired - but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and treat everyone the way I'd want to be treated. I figured if I died, I would die putting my best foot forward, and, wouldn't you know it, I did that literally."

Jason blinked. Was that really all he'd needed to not kill people? Someone being nice to him?

"For the record, and I'm sure you know this already, but I'm not scared of you now. People don't have to look a certain way to be good or bad. And, hey, if you helped me out and came to visit me like this, you can't be all bad, can you?"

Either Lijah was too naive for his own good or he was very good in the field he was studying. Perhaps both? Jason wasn't sure. He picked up the pencil again to write,

"can i see u more?"

Lijah read this and nodded.

"I'd love that!" he enthused, "Please, come see me this time of night any night you want. I've got lots of books to read, I've got food in the fridge, you can shower here if you want to...I'm the only one who uses this cabin, so really, I don't mind you being here and making yourself comfortable."

Jason wasn't an expert at body language or understanding people in general, but it was clear to him that Lijah desperately wanted a friend. He felt a twitch at the corners of his mouth, a small smile breaking through. Whatever this was between them, they both wanted it, needed it, and Jason looked forward to exploring an actual friendship with someone his own age. Maybe he could bring Lijah back to Mother and show her that there was someone special in the outside world, someone who cared about everyone.

It was a nice thought, but nice thoughts never lasted long.

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Jason and Lijah spent several hours that night getting to know each other. Jason could not believe how easy it was to communicate with him and even more so how easy it was to let his guard down. He found himself having fun, something he couldn't remember the last time it happened. Lijah did grow quite tired after midnight, however, so Jason excused himself through the window to allow Lijah to sleep.

He returned to his temporary campsite in the woods to get some rest as well, wanting to have plenty of energy tomorrow to spend more time with Lijah. He wondered if he had tried to approach the counselors he'd killed differently, if he had a more approachable mask and cleaned up the rest of his appearance, would he have been able to befriend them too? He doubted that notion the instant it materialized in his mind; those counselors weren't like Lijah and would have been afraid of him either way. Lijah was special...Jason could feel it deep within him. Just a few hours with him made Jason reconsider killing anyone this summer.

He hoped Mother would approve.

[lideria]

Get to Know. | YangYang

Request: hiiiii ! i was wondering if it was possible to ask for a fluffy yangyang shows y/n around his hometown? sorry if that isn’t specific enough :( you have full creators freedom thank u so much ❤️

Author’s Note: So this is what it is, I tried my best, I swear I did. This was a concept I had never written before because usually I don’t.. write very descriptive things.. which is where things like this fall in- but I took on the challenge heheh On another note, this piece was cut in half as I haven’t been all too emotionally stable these past 3 days, so my apologies if this isn’t as good as what you hoped for. (And I know I have this excuse often, not being emotionally stable, but my condition really challenges me every single day and writing is the only thing that helps me forget about it a little, so please bear with me.)

Warnings: I THINK NONE? I guess if you’re German this might be like.. a bit weird. Mostly descriptive. There might be not-too-accurate representations, definitely contact me if you think something needs to be changed. Plus, English is my second language so there might be errors.

Word Count: 2.418 short-ish but long-ish

Genre: Fluff and literally nothing else

Hope you all enjoy, and I hope you all have a great time 💚 Stay safe, healthy, and happy xx

“You know what people say you should do if you wanna get to know your partner better?” YangYang asks you one night as you lounge on the bed together, looking at your phones, hardly speaking— waiting for the sleepy mood to come and hit you both so you could go to sleep. His voice sounds nowhere near tired, unlike you, whose eyes are barely open. “Mm I don’t know.” You mumble, even though you had not heard what the answer was to the question.

“Getting stuck in traffic or traveling together.” Answering the question for you, he turns his face towards yours to be met with your profile. Maybe only a quarter of your profile since your head was covered with the hood of your hoodie. “Neither of us has a car,” He adds brightly.

The words start to make sense only after a questionable silence. When you do, a feeling of surprise washes over you as you turn to face him as well. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Oh I don’t know,” The words leave him in a rush with a chuckle as if he is trying to laugh it off. But he is not, because he keeps speaking. “But I definitely don’t mean that we should rent a car when we could fly if you know what I mean.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, getting under the blanket and putting your phone aside. “Just go to sleep.”

To your horror, YangYang had been serious about his quick little fact check.

In two weeks’ time, he had barged into your apartment holding two plane tickets with a smile so wide on his face. Not only that, but he had told you to clear out your schedule for the upcoming break— because he would be taking you around anywhere and everywhere he had on his mind (and truthfully, anywhere and everywhere your budgets would allow for you to visit).

The concept came with its multiple ups and downs. Ups, you would be visiting four countries in four weeks without that much strain on your wallets and would have the chance to see places you have always wanted to; downs, most of the flights being layovers of all sorts so the prices would not have a great impact to your finances. And then there was a grey area, which held the fact that two of these countries were ones YangYang had lived in before.

There was nothing wrong with visiting places he had lived in before. This would give you an incredible chance of getting closer to him— perhaps on a level you would not quite be able to reach without doing exactly what you were about to do. It would provide a crystal clear window into his life before you, something more clear than his words probably ever could be. However, the idea still made you feel nervous to some extent. Most likely because of its intimate background, you felt like the magic of it could crumble with one wrong move.

But you do not give into that feeling. Having fun is the least you could do. Not that you have much other choice, anyway. Because YangYang, with lack of a better word, is an actual toddler about this whole ordeal.

The morning of your first flight that leaves to Taiwan, he meets you at the subway station you had agreed on with an excited smile on his face. One that does not falter even though the rain is about to soak him, and even when you pull him under your umbrella as you mutter if he is asking to get sick from the first second.

You share your earphones on the long ride to the airport. Checking in comes and goes in a blink of your eyes, but you barely make your way to the gates in time after spending way too much time in the food court and the duty free shops.

The plane is gigantic and crowded, which makes sense considering YangYang had said he could hardly find seats beside one another while purchasing the tickets. You get the aisle seat and he gets the middle— which would have been perfectly fine if the middle aged man sitting in the window seat did not keep excusing himself to the lavatory every other minute. Thankfully the flight is a relatively short one and not a red-eye because if it had been you are certain both of you would have lost your minds while cuddled up to each other over the armrest.

Taiwan is fun. YangYang takes you around everywhere he could remember spending time in, which does not end up being that many since he had only been a child while he lived here. He takes you to the ‘cliché’ tourist attractions (as he had quoted) around the island such as the temples and museums and the remnants of the Dutch colonization, and to the places that his mother suggests him take you that are more on the natural side, like geysers. You get to see the beautiful beaches and the parks and the people, more often than not walking around with their pets, the beautiful campuses and the nature, people riding around in their bikes and the crowds commuting on foot. The two of you take photographs, some only of sceneries, some you take of him and he takes of you, and some he kindly asks strangers of any age to take of you as a couple.

You do not dare to tell him, but his tourist-guide-like antics of teaching you about the history and trying to figure out exactly where you will go at what time is extremely cute to you because you love it. You love that he gets so serious about where he is from and wants to share every bit of it with you.

As per your traveling habits you pick up several souvenirs and get some of your favorite photographs printed, which end up being from the Dragon and Tiger Pagodas you had taken on a foggy day— something YangYang says the both of you could play with the colors and lighting of before printing. The two of you like to edit pictures, especially together, after realizing (early on in your relationship) that neither of you are that good in photography but are interested in it, at which point you took on a challenge to do better with each other’s support.

YangYang makes you eat the local food, which is one of your favorite parts about the whole time you spend there, and he does not hesitate to make you try things that you probably would not have tried if you were traveling alone. You end up falling in love with the food and the various teas this island has to offer, only maybe not the Chodofu.

A week in Taiwan goes by really fast that by the time you have to leave, you do not realize that you had ever even been there. It all feels like a dream and a part of you feels emotional; the two of you had been so extremely happy in Taiwan that staying there for longer really would not have bothered you, if it was not for your schedules.

“We have to come back,” You tell YangYang as you lean your head on his shoulder at the gate, waiting for your overnight flight’s boarding to start. He chuckles airily at your sleep deprived voice, making your head bounce a little. “You like it here?”

“I love it here.” The answer makes his smile widen. “Great weather and great people. And great surroundings.”

“Eh, I don’t know about great weather. I’d prefer it to be dry but that’s not something we could have in these months.” Shaking your head on his shoulder, you ignore what he says. “You’re just being ungrateful,” You say matter-of-factly, but he knows you are joking. “What more can you ask for when you have this many great things? You had me too.”

He plants a kiss in your hair after a moment’s pause, and mumbles. “You’re right.”

YangYang and you had tried to organize your trip in a way it would make sense, really. The two of you had looked at flight routes to determine where the other two countries you would visit could be, but the flight routes were mostly over Russia— so unless you wanted a tour of southern Russia you would have to hold off. And although the idea of Central Asia and Russia also interested you, the flight tickets would be expensive, when they would be much cheaper from Seoul. So in the end, the route became a zigzag of countries of your shared interests before flying over to Düsseldorf, the last destination of your trip.

The two countries in the midst of your trip had been a daze, most probably they were new experiences for both of you rather than only one of you. Most days you found yourselves to be extremely exhausted from getting lost countless times and in turn walking around so much, and from the language barrier that sometimes troubled you, and just getting to know whole new cultures. Not only getting to know them, but also adapting to them in the short period that you are there.

Sometimes there were instances where one of you were feeling more spent than the other, and in those instances you hyped each other up— by persuasion of food, music, affection, or other things— and in a few instances downright jumping on whoever’s lying on the bed and bear-hugging them until the subject had no choice but to get up.

Yet, two weeks pass by quickly with the density of your packed schedule and before you know it, you land in Düsseldorf airport.

And something in YangYang changes immediately.

As you pass through immigration and buy tickets to go on public transportation he looks more relaxed and in his element, like how he had been in Taiwan, yet somehow different. He actually knew the location of your Airbnb for starters, which gives you an immediate grounding and reminds you that this is the place of the better part of his rememberable childhood and adolescence.

When he takes the keys and speaks German to the house owner like it was the most normal thing he could ever do, it awes you, because yes you had known about his life in Germany but you did not see him speak German all that much. So it is wonderful to you that he can speak so many languages fluently (with a few mix-ups in between).

His behavior changes the feel of the trip as well. The way he is so laid back makes the days in Düsseldorf feel, well, daily. As if you had been living there with him. Because YangYang knows exactly where to take you this time, not counting the tourist attractions or other wonders.

In that city he knows where he should take you for a fun session of thrift shopping, making sure to take you to his favorite places, and his favorite restaurants. He actually runs into people, which is mind blowing. You encourage him to meet up with his friends and forget about just taking you to places at some point, which makes him really happy that you would even think of that, and he does what you say.

YangYang introduces you to his friends, most of whom can speak English since he had gone to an international school before, and the feeling of inclusivity warms your heart. By getting to know his friends here you feel even closer to him after seeing his home country and now, for the lack of a better word, his hometown. You get to see the way he laughs when he is here, you get to see his emotional changes, and how his thought process changes, and how his behavior changes. Although everything changes he is still YangYang— still him who makes witty jokes, who likes laughing all around, who likes jumping his leg up and down to the rhythm of the songs, who is a people pleaser and a mood maker.

And it makes you fall for him even more, if it is even possible. Perhaps what he had said before the trip started, getting to know your partner better because of traveling, was true. And in all honesty you wanted to travel more with him; run through the crowded airports in search of wherever your gate is, buy even more small jars of Nutella from duty free shops so you could taste test them to see the variations in the flavor and decide which country’s is the ultimate winner, sleep on the uncomfortable floor with your heads on your backpacks— anything. As long as the two of you get to be this happy together.

One sunny day in Düsseldorf around a couple days before your departure, after gathering even more souvenirs for your collection and he takes you to his favorite place that served fries (which, in Düsseldorf, there were a lot of those), he stops abruptly on the street after hearing the sound of the music.

He urges you to hurry up with his hand as his eyes widen and he skips in his place a little, and you do, walking to the source of the music and stopping when he stops right behind a crowd. You both can still see the middle, where a group of people maybe your age or maybe a couple years younger, are dancing.

“Why did we stop by here?” You ask. You cannot recognize the song and you are almost sure it is not in any of YangYang’s playlists, so you are genuinely curious.

YangYang laughs with what must be longing. “This is where I used to dance,” He does not look at you, eyes fixed on the group that kept dancing on with some handwritten signs and big speakers behind them, eyeing the white square that surrounded them. The square for street performers. Dancers, singers, anybody— but there was an unwritten pact for the days of the week on what kind of performer would be taking it and who, through endless group chat conversations of local artists.

He takes your hand into his and laces your fingers together without prying his eyes away, with you looking at his ever so bright face, one that you got to see for the first time. “Where everything started for me.”

[akiseyu]

Prompt Day 4: Confessions/Missed Opportunities Because I got the days mixed up, I resorted to writing again. This time, it’s a tad longer than the first one. I should really get the time to sit and actually process what I was writing (because I didn’t, haha).

Under the cut, as usual!

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“—It looks like our Champion will still keep her spot this season!”

 Inside the Wedgehurst laboratory, the telly blared Gloria’s match as Hop ignored the piles of notes about Pokémon habitats. He focused onto the screen to see her wave at the camera with a smile.

 “Fifth year in a row,” Sonia commented, approaching Hop with two cups of tea. “Gloria’s unstoppable.”

 He dreamily smiled back at the telly. “Yeah, she is.” He didn’t notice the professor handing him a cup until he felt it touch his cheek. Immediately, he snapped back to reality. “Ack, Prof, that’s hot!”

 Sonia snickered. “I don’t mind you taking a break from work, but you looking at the screen as if you want to teleport to Wyndon seems a tad corcerning.” She finally placed the cup on the desk. “Aren’t you going to see her today?”

 He was supposed to, like he always did every end of the Gym Challenge season, but— “I do have a deadline this week, and Professor Birch wanted me to submit—”

 “Ah, ah,” she interrupted him, “you’re almost done anyway. I’ll deal with Professor Birch when he calls; you go to Wyndon now and take Gloria on a date.”

 “D-date?!”

 “I got some coupons for Bob’s, or if you want something fancier, I can do some reservations for Captain’s Table—”

 Red-faced, Hop stood up. “F-fine, I’ll leave now!” He couldn’t handle the fact that Sonia could easily think of date ideas when he couldn’t even get the courage to ask Gloria. Well, he was trying to. It had been three years, at least.

 “Oh, sorry, Hop. They just scheduled an interview today, and I can’t say no.”

“—ah, yeah, s-sure, I can give an interview—”

“W-what, another exhibition match?!”

 Yeah, just as busy as Lee before. Well, he’s still busy at the Battle Tower these days…

 He proceeded to remove his laboratory coat and fetch his phone. “I should send her a text first.”

 Sonia sipped her tea slowly. “Ever heard of an element of surprise, Hop?”

 “But she might have other things to attend to!”

 “Hold that thought.” The professor had taken her own phone, which was already dialing. When they heard someone pick up, she went, “Oh, hey, Leon, mind giving me a favor? Since you’re in charge of the Cup and all, could you reschedule poor Gloria's appointments—oh, is she? Why, that's swell! Thank you kindly!”

 "What did Lee say?"

 "For some reason, she’s all free today.” Her smirk returned, but she had a playful glint in her turquoise eyes. “Now, no dilly-dallying! Only one chance to ask her out!”

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“Hop!” Gloria ran towards him with a grin as they met outside the Wyndon Stadium. Luckily, when he arrived, most of the people have already left. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

 “Surprise!” he greeted, chuckling. “I can’t miss the Champion’s Cup for the world.”

 “Boo,” she replied after she blew a raspberry, “you technically missed my match, but better late than never!” She then noticed his attire. “All geared up today?”

 Since working as Sonia’s assistant, Hop had been wearing polos and long coats to fit the aesthetic. Today, with Galar in the cooler seasons, he was donning a cyan duffle coat closed up with a wool scarf. “Aren’t you cold in that champion’s uniform?”

 “Erm, a little. Good thing I have this cape and—” Gloria was cut off by Hop putting his scarf around her. “—t-thanks.”

 Hop wasn’t able to dismiss the slight blush on her cheeks, but thought it could’ve been from the temperature. I should take her somewhere indoors. “Um, have you eaten?”

 “No. Usually the organization provide food after the exhibition matches, but I was strangely given the day off today.”

 Only one chance.

 “Gloria…”

 She glanced up at him, her brown eyes soft and inviting. “Yeah?”

 That was all it took for him to stutter a bit. “U-um, I got us coupons for Bob’s, t-that is, if you want somewhere cozy—or we could go to Hulbu—”

 “I would love to.”

 Huh?

 “But, you know, I kind of don’t want to be in public right now.” She snuggled closer to the scarf, looking shy. “I need a breather, so why not we go to the Wild Area and camp out? There’s a part there with good weather.”

 Well, that could work.

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Hop observed Gloria mixing the curry as he fanned the fire. Even after five years as Champion, she still wanted to be outdoors like where they were in the old days. He couldn’t blame her, though; everywhere she went, the public would watch her every move. She still wasn’t used to the popularity brought by her title.

 “I think it’s ready now.” She then summoned her Inteleon to help set the picnic mat. Her other Pokémon bustled around to help them.

 Today’s menu was Sweet Decorative Curry, meticulously arranged by both trainers, with Hop’s Pikachu and Eevee awfully lopsided. “I’ll eat that, don’t worry,” she commented while giggling. “You’re bad at plating, but the taste still matters.”

 They started eating in silence across each other, until she said, “This is…nice. You and me camping out, with only our dreams and hopes ahead of us. No responsibilities. Just like old times.”

 Just like old times. Will we ever have that?

 Without even realizing it, Hop’s fingers were onto Gloria’s fringe, tucking it in place behind her ears. “Would…would you want the old times again?”

 She stared at him, fazed.

 “Or, would you want…to experience new things with me?”

 This is it. “Y-you mean—?” He only responded with a soft smile.

 Gloria merely leaned to his hand on her face. “I would love that.”

[butwhatifyouwrite]

Comfort at the Castle

Okay here we go. One final post for @whumptober2020. This one is a continuation of Lila’s Story. 

This one is pretty mild. But don’t worry shit is going to hit the fan for Lila real soon. That being said cw: discussion of war, discussion of death of a loved one

If I missed anything please let me know. And just let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from a tag list. 

Comfort at the Castle

The queen’s presence is obvious the moment she walks into the large throne room that Lila and Nova are lead into. She’s young for a queen, Lila notices. Maybe a few years older than Lila, but certainly no more than that.

 Their horses have been taken to the stables to be cared for. The queen has promised them shelter and safety until they are ready to continue their journey. Whatever that means. 

“Nova. You’ve made it.” The queen says as she sits.

“Yes your majesty.” Nova replies, bowing clumsily. He looks exhausted. Well he has been awake for like five fucking days.

Lila takes Nova’s cue and attempts a curtsy, nearing tripping over her own two feet and winding up on the floor in the process. She straightens up and smiles, hoping the queen didn’t notice her clumsiness.

“This is Lila uh…” He pauses for a moment, looking at Lila. “Lila, your majesty.”

“Thank you Nova. And there is no one else around, you don’t have to end every sentence with your majesty. I think we know each other well enough for that now.” The queen says lightly. A smile dances across her face and it is warm and soft and Lila thinks her heart might have stopped beating at the sight of it. “Now Lila, what’s your family name?”

“My…. Uh… my family name? Your majesty.” Lila adds the title hastily, not wanting to offend the queen. “Oh… oh uh you mean my last name?” She laughs nervously.

“Yes, your last name.” The word seems slightly foreign in the queens mouth, but she smiles kindly.

“Uh, James, my, my last name is James. Your Majesty.” Lila stammers. Dammit, why the hell am I having so much trouble talking?

“Lila James, that’s a good name. And please, call me Alya.” Alya replies. 

A blush spreads across Lila’s face. “Thank you, yo-“ Lila cuts herself off. “Thank you Alya.” She curtsies again, slightly more gracefully this time. 

“Now, you two must be exhausted after your journey. I’ll have someone show you to your chambers so you can get some rest.” Alya says, standing and turning to leave. 

“Thank you, Alya.” Lila says, hastily.

“You’re welcome, Lila.” Alya says kindly. She turns and takes her leave and Lila and Nova are left standing alone in the large room. A few second later two servants enter the room motioning for Lila and Nova to follow them, and they are both led away to their quarters.

Lila’s quarters are more elegant than any thing she has ever seen before. The large four poster bed, a window that looks over the gardens and other plush furniture and soft blankets and pillows. A bath has been prepared as well and the large tub sits steaming in the middle of the room. Oh my god yes. 

“Can I get you anything else my lady?” The servant asks.

Lila turns to look at them before speaking. “Uh, no, no thank you.”

“Okay, food will be brought up in a short while. Let us know if we can get you anything else to make you more comfortable.”

“Thank you.”

The servant turns and leaves, leaving Lila alone for the first time in five days. She takes a moment to survey the room and then begins stripping off her clothes. She sees that a change of clothes has been provided for her as well and sits neatly folded on the bed.

The warm water envelops her tired body and she sighs at the welcome warmth, closing her eyes. She sits there in the water for a while, washing off the dirt from the five days travel. Finally, she drags herself out of the tub, instinctively reaching out for a towel then noticing one sitting on a small stool a few steps away. She grabs it, wrapping it around herself and making her way over to the clothes on the bed. A silk nightgown lays there, more luxurious than anything she had ever owned herself. Hell I usually just throw on comfy shorts and a t-shirt. Have I ever even owned a nightgown?

She sets the towel aside and slips the silk over her head. It’s smooth and cool and so soft against her skin. She runs her hand across the bedspread, feeling the soft fabric beneath her fingers as she looks around again in awe.

There is a soft knock at the door. That must be the food. “Come in.” Lila calls lightly. 

The door opens quietly and Lila turns to see Queen Alya standing in the doorway, a tray of food in her hands. She has changed from the gown she was in earlier and now stands in a simple robe. Her hair is now undone and hangs floating around her shoulders.

 “You- Alya… Hi. Um…” Lila stops herself and rushes forwards reaching for the tray of food. “Here let me take that your majesty, Alya… Um… please come in.”

Lila grabs the tray of food, looking around frantically for a place to set it down. She spots a small table off to the side and sets the tray of food down, turning back around and curtsying quickly.

“How-how can I help you?” Lila asks. The words come out in a rush.

“No need to make such a fuss, Lila. I just wanted to see how you were doing. All of this must be quite the shock.” Alya says kindly. “Please, let’s sit and eat.” She motions towards where Lila sat the food down, making her way over to the small couch and sitting down. Lila follows her over, taking a seat next to her, careful to leave enough space to be respectful. 

Lila grabs the tray off the little table and sets it on the couch between the two of them, lifting the cover off of the top. The smell that hits Lila’s nostrils is unlike anything. It smells decadent and her stomach rumbles, reminding her just how hungry she is. 

“Please help your self.” Alya says with a small smile. 

“Th-thank you. For everything.” Lila says. 

They eat in silence for a while. Lila trying not to stare at Alya, so tempted to break the silence and yet wanting to sit in the silence. There is something so peaceful about it. Slowly both women relax, eating, making small talk here and there. 

Soon, it no longer feels like Lila is talking to a queen, more like she is talking to an old friend. 

“This is nice.” Alya says quietly, after another moments silence.

“What is?” Lila asks softly.

“Feeling normal again.” Alya pauses and Lila stays silent. She can tell there is more that Alya wants to say. “I wasn’t born into royalty. Not even close. I grew up on one of the farms in a nearby village. Life was quiet and contained, and sometimes very boring. But it was predictable. I knew where I fit and I knew what to expect. Then one day all of that changed.” Alya trails off, looking distant.

“May I ask what happened?” Lila says softly. “I don’t-”

“Of course.” Alya responds. She pauses for another moment, gathering her thoughts. “The prince rode by one day. He was coming back from an army encampment right after the war with Jale had begun. We offered him shelter for the night and…. We fell for each other in that night. It was a feeling I had never felt before. Or since. And I was so surprised that he could even like me. Who was I to a prince? His father gave the blessing and soon after we were married. I moved into the castle. My family moved to a large property near by. Not long after we were married, the king was killed in battle. My husband was now the king and I had no idea how to be a queen. Six months after that, my husband was killed as well.”

“I’m so sorry.” Lila says hushed. What else do you say? 

“It was a long time ago. And though advisors have pressured me through the last few years, I haven’t taken a new partner. It just didn’t feel right.” Alya finishes, her eyes look distant. Lila gives her a moment of silence.

“Can I ask what his name was?” Lila almost whispers.

“Anthony. His name was Anthony.” Tears shine is Alya’s eyes now.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Lil says.

“It’s okay. It honestly feels good to talk about it.” Alya replies, a sad, quiet smile breaking across her lips. She pauses for a moment and then changes the subject. “I’m glad you and Nova made it here safely. He’s a good man. A bit impulsive at times, but good.”

“Ye-yeah he is.” Lila’s voice cracks slightly as she answers. She is still wrapped up in the emotion of the moment before. “I’m not sure I could have taken another night on the road with him though. He just wouldn’t sleep. Refused to let me keep watch.”

“He’s careful, especially when he is put in charge in any way.” 

“I was so worried he was gonna collapse before we got here.” Lila admits.

“He’s lucky, his fae blood makes him stronger than the average man. He can pull from the life energy of the world around him. He’s still young and inexperienced and he’s been hesitant about what he learns since a mistake early on. But no one can deny, he has power.”

Lila is quiet for a moment as she takes this in. “This is all just so crazy.”

“It must be a lot for you to take in.” Alya says with a smile. Something about her smile sets Lila’s face into a fiery blush.

A small laugh escapes Lila’s mouth and she looks down towards the ground. “That might be an understatement.” And then suddenly all of the emotion Lila had been holding back for the last five days, maybe longer, breaks over her like a wave. Her face crumples and tears begin to pour down her face.

Alya moves the tray back to the small table quickly, moving closer to Lila. “Can I touch you?” She asks.

Lila nods, not able to form words. Alya pulls her carefully into her arms, letting her cry for a while. Her embrace is warm and soft and safe and Lila sinks into it.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” Alya asks after a while.

“I-I do-don’t even kn-know what I would s-say.” Lila says brokenly.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” Alya says softly, her fingers card gently through Lila’s hair. The motion is as soothing to her as it is to Lila. 

“I-I was packing u-up my grandma’s things. A-and then a-all of a sudden… all of a sudden th-there were strange men f-fighting in the l-living room. H-he tried to t-t-take me. I-I think h-he want-ted t-to h-hurt me.”

“Who-” Alya starts.

“Jale.” Lila wails, letting emotions crash over her as she buries herself further into Alya’s warm embrace. 

“There there… you’re safe now… nice and safe.” Alya says softly, continuing to run soothing fingers through Lila’s hair and letting the other woman cry.

Finally, Lila’s tears begin to dry. She sniffles, sitting up slightly and moving back to look at Alya. “I-I’m so sorry to dump all of this on you.” She says.

“No, no don’t apologize.” Alya pulls a handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and hands it to Lila. 

“Thanks.” Lila takes it gratefully, drying her eyes. She holds the handkerchief tightly in her hands, looking down at them. 

Alya pulls back from Lila some, gently grabbing her shoulders. “You have more strength than you could ever know.” She says with a kind smile. “I should let you rest.” She stands to leave, but Lila catches her hand.

“Please- please don’t leave yet.” Lila says, not even daring to make eye contact.

Alya pauses for a moment, looking down at Lila’s tearstained face. “Okay.”

[touchmycoat]

Hey i absolutely adore your blog and your writing is *chefs kiss* 💕💖💕 i wanted to know what your fave ships are and if you have any notps? I wanna write something and im rather new in the fandom and it would be cool to talk it out with someone i guess? But i dont wanna spook u with any pairings you dont like?

oooh hello and welcome~!! Thank you for the kindly words, and fuck yeah, hit me up anytime. 😁😁😁 If you’ve read my fics you know my favs heheh: Anybody/Marco basically, but obviously I lovelovelove MAS with all my heart. I don’t think I really have notps except like, underage shit. I def do have my preferences though!! that’s… more a process of continuous discovery, but let’s just say the rule of thumb is, if the ship contains any of the following themes i’m very easily sold: sacrifice, fealty, worship, duality/mirroring/shadowing, power play, potentials for rituals….

And I’m 100% into most poly ships :O The more…. the better….

But okay let me try to be a little more helpful and give you specifics lmfao. Under the cut ‘cause shit got long.

All my favs! Luffy is playful chill asexual to me, and he’s so ready to like anyone y’know? Zoro… i’m down to ship him with anyone but it’s gotta come with a compelling case for why he’s fixating on them and not his swords (hence why ZoLu is peak priority there, but not something i thirst for). Nami can and will bang, i lovelovelove flirty Nami, Nami going soft for a dorky-but-strong-willed woman.

For the popular ships there—I was never into LawLu, but I’m not averse? This is 100% my ignorance speaking but I just don’t know what more of a story you can get out of them besides Luffy-is-bright-and-Law-deals-with-that. I can be in the mood for that, but not often. After WCI i got a whole lot of real estate in my heart for Sanji/Luffy i gotta admit. Haven’t headed down that rabbit hole but i’m ready to. ZoSan has its moments, but I do not believe in the “wow they yell at each other all the time they must actually be in love” take at all; if i’m gonna read ZoSan it better be seriously dealing with their vitriol, all the things they genuinely cannot stand about each other, and then still offer up good reasons they’d wanna be together lol. Or just, y’know, reframe that vitriol convincingly. I just don’t wanna read about how people who yell at each other all day are doing it out of love.

I… could genuinely be very into SaNami. I think they have very interesting gender dynamics! Nami out there being swindling swashbuckling no good thief and ocean science PhD and fucking cartographer, Sanji being in the kitchen. Nami cares for people by providing them cash and gold, Sanji cares for people by providing them food. I… have very mixed opinions on Sanji (as many do), but the idea of him with Nami? Him snapping out of that fanciful grand romantic schtick and getting serious with one person? And the idea of Nami being soft for her crew, and Sanji being the one out of the Monster Trio who needs the most protecting?

…I just think it’s neat. Anyways.

Ace!!!!! Who don’t I ship him with. I had a whole Ace/Nami moment skjdfksd but just casual fuck buddies and mainline NamiVivi (which is aces, pun intended). Chromi’s showed me the way, and I have Novel A unread still sitting on my desk but Ace/Deuce is fantastic. SanAce? I’m here for it. Smoker/Ace is a bit of a relic but hell, it’s great. Anything poetic i’m almost always already into.

Sabo!! Motherfucker. Again, who don’t I ship him with. People started me on that SaboLaw train a little bit ago, and they’d be the bitchiest duo to write. SaboKoala is fucking amazing, I love them as trauma buddies dealing with Very Stressful Lives together. Lucky brought up SaboKoalaAce and that really hits my whole heart with a baseball bat in the best way. Also SaboDeuce???????? Fucking hell, that’s a Whole Clusterfuck, but a brilliant one.

…I really do mean it when I say I’ll ship Marco with anyone. Anyone. Some people… wish I wouldn’t…

….Okay except Dadbeard. That’s father, I can’t really go in for that.

Ummmmm that’s pretty much all I got for now! Seriously hit me up with more specifics, just to chat~~~ 💖💖i’m… a mess, but i’m a friendly one :D

[nako-doodles]

➴ 6 Facts

i was tagged by my love and sweetheart @kimlineswife​ to ramble about my self for a couple really boring minutes 🌸🌸

also: im really rambly and this post is a lot longer than i thought it would be so everything is under the cut 💖💖

1. i have really good relative pitch. 

if you give me a reference note and then play me any other note, i can tell you which note it is, what interval and chord progression the second note is in comparison to the first, and if it’s out of tune. one of my best friends has perfect pitch, so when we go out together, we like guessing and harmonizing to different sounds from the city. another side effect of this is that random sounds trigger my dj brain into getting different songs stuck in my brain. yesterday at work, one of my coworkers tapped her pen and clicked her mouse and literally my brain went ‘uchiage hanabi, but like to the instrumental of i need u.’ this was great when i still had to do ear training for the rcm examinations, but is terribly annoying in everyday life. it also makes me sound super pretentious but classical-trained pianist struggles, amirite? i still want a refund. 

2. ‘food is my only extravagance.’ 

andy warhol is many things, and in this case, correct. food has always been one of my favorite things to partake in, both for the sheer pleasure of tasting the joy and love of living, and also in sharing of that exuberance and happiness with loved ones. im pretty sure that if food was a love language, it would be mine. i love (obviously) eating good food, feeding others good food, making good food, watching others make good food...just food man. fantastic. natural selection really fucking snapped when she made eating the primary way to gain sustenance 800 million years ago (even tho is absolutely is not how natural selection works shuSH).12/10 recommend. 

3. 98% of my motivation is powered by spite. the other 2% is pettiness. 

a lot of my old elementary school teachers thought i was intellectually lacking and [insert learning disability here] and ‘resistant to learning’ and were generally really dismissive of my learning capabilities. i remember distinctively during a parent teacher conference my mom was told (thru an interpreter) to home school me bc i was too slow for the curriculum. i think part of the reason why im this nerdy and talk like an english professor who got lobotomized by a pulverized sat vocab list is bc my early teachers gave up on me. ngl i scoured the internet to add my old esl teacher on fb just so i would send her my ap lit and ap lang scores. i have some of the fastest reading skills amongst my friends, the results of which i also kindly provided for my old teacher. 

in fact, im pretty sure my knees would still be functioning if i didn’t take every single sport that i was interested in bc my uncle said that girls shouldn’t be into sports. and my old hs dean still has conniptions everytime he remembers my senior year class schedule. (strongly suggest against taking more than 3 aps at once? fucking WATCH ME take 5 ap classes at once) they set a limit to how many ap classes you could take at my hs bc of me. i mean 15 ap classes and 17 tests is a lot but that’s what you get for saying i couldn’t do it. really puts a new perspective to never say never in front of me.

4. i keep a white board in the shower bc all my best ideas come when im showering. 

case and point: this url came to me one day when I was belting to beyoncé in the shower and went ‘you know what would make this moment better? if i had a super pretentious cocktail. like a sakura highball. or a grapefruit friends w benefit rose. or lavender cachaca lemonade.’ ah. the good ol’ days of when i could still drink. i used to plan out my entire college schedule and 20 pg essays and studying while showering...which is terrible for the environment but fantastic for my productivity.

5. i hate audiobooks.

i enjoy reading and taking things my own pace and creating character voices while i read. audiobooks makes me feel like im being dictated how to think and how to imagine and how to sculpt an authors words instead of with my own hands. and like, isn't most of academia and adulthood and life just being dictated to? let me have this one piece of joy for myself. i also know people who like having audiobooks as white noise, to which i offer The Complete Videography of Jenna Marbles and Julien Solomita as my rebuttal. i also like keeping educational youtube channels like art assignment, or deep look, or crash course, or pbs eons, or nerdyandquirky in the bg while i work. in case anyone really doubted how nerdy i am.

6. my pt stretches are satanic rites to summon sisyphean levels of eternal suffering 

i have pt stretches that i have to do to keep my body from falling apart, twice daily, as prescribed, and literally every time i do them i feel myself fading. i know they're important for me, and i always feel awful and miserable when i miss one, but literally the entire process of stretching feels like im tearing myself apart to be laid as a benefaction of some frida kalho kafkaesque feast for the demon. it also doesn't help that i sound like some horror movie possessed doll extra with the way my joints keep cracking and clicking. sometimes i play mozart’s requiem and pop my neck to the cello/alto section bc i have a shit sense of humor and also if im gonna have to remold my earthly container like some fool trying to kintsugi humpty dumpty’s pieces back together, i might as well be dramatic as fuck. im pretty sure my dad thinks im performing some crepuscular satanic rite when i do my evening stretches, and sometimes, when my band snaps, i wonder the exact same thing. 

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phew~ thank you for making to the end of this. i know i talk a lot, thank you for making it to the end. this was as difficult to write as it was to read.

i tag my lovelies: @t0d-oder-freiheit @seokjinsult @cafejoon @dejayoo @jincentvangogh @suggable @moonsnail @yunkisunbae @httpsleepybun 🌸

[sweetcatmintea]

Lemon and Ginger and All That

@hannahs-creations very kindly provided a random four word prompt to make into a drabble. Thanks for the prompt! Sorry it took a hot minute to write <u<;; 

I hope you enjoy this little scene ^u^ Feedback is appreciated!

Prompt:  vitality, manage, fluster and gleefully

Words: 1768

Characters: Marcos, Whitney, Freddy (Briefly), and Mella

          Chaotic didn’t cover the state of the 6pm Café. Freddy’s promotion idea went over so well last fortnight, people were practically lining up to see what they’d do to the menu this time. The apple and elder-flower brew did not disappoint. Perfectly refreshing in the warming days of early spring, with a gentle aroma that transported you to the countryside, apple picking with your gran. Light, crumbly, pastries and tiny finger sandwiches sold almost as quickly as they were prepared. Every time a happy customer left, two more would arrive. That may be a little dramatic. It certainly felt like facing the hydra of the food industry at least. Marcos and Freddy were run off their feet greeting customers, taking orders, brewing tea, selling dry blends, answering questions, transporting food, and trying to squeeze in spot cleans. Uncle Antonio hopped between the register and the kitchen, saving Leroy from the flood of demands.

          What terrible timing for Whitney to have to skip out. Although she complained about it, she lived for the busy days like today. She loved to get lost in the hustle, while still managing to find a sense of order and co-ordinating the boys. Marcos had never seen anyone more determined not to take a sick day. When the first thing Whitney did that morning was bolt to the bathroom to re-evaluate dinner, it was clear there was no avoiding it. Regardless of how it went down, the result was the same. Whitney was stuck at home while the boys played the service edition of the floor is lava. (Or would that be the customers?)

          Marcos’ mind was a blur of orders and customers, but he didn’t let himself lose track of time. As soon as the hour ticked over, he tagged out. Of course, he checked that Freddy and Uncle Antonio could manage without him first. Not wasting a second more of his lunch break, he slipped into the backroom, tore off his uniform, replacing it with a change of clothes he’d prepared earlier, and was gone.

          The walk to their house was made significantly faster by running. Marcos was at the painted off-white door in record time. The plan to catch his breath while he fiddled with his pockets looking for his key met a hitch when he couldn’t locate it. Briefly panicking that he’d left it at the café, Marcos tried to calculate how long it would take to run back to get it, would that take too long? It didn’t fall out while he was running did it?? He’d have to go and find it before someone else did. Should he just risk waking Whitney and asking her to let him in? Ah but she won’t get better if she’s no- wait a minute. There it is. False alarm. Fishing the key out of the depths of its fabric prison, Marcos let himself in as quietly as possible. If he was careful, he should be able to avoid the creaky floorboards.

          “I cab ‘ear ‘ou.”

          Never mind. He followed Whitney’s raspy croak to the living room, still mindful to tread lightly. She was huddled on the couch, cocooned with blankets and half draped over the arm of the chair. Mella, taking the role of mother hen, sprawled over Whitney’s tracksuit clad legs, incubating her just in case folding herself into cotton origami wasn’t enough. Fever was obvious, painted over Whitney’s sweaty face, interrupted occasionally by loose strands of hair. She hadn’t even bothered to tie it back. Even in illness, she was an over-achiever.

          “Were you asleep?” He tired to keep his voice soft despite its gravelly texture. Judging by the way the radio was on, but turned down to its lowest possible volume, she probably had a headache. He wondered briefly if she was resenting her rabbit hearing at the moment.

          Whitney shook her head, waving his worries off. “I was ju- uh- aacho!” Another balled up tissue in the over-stuffed bin. “I was jus’ dyin’g apparendly. No, I was listenig do the mid-day stories. Whab are ‘ou doin’g ‘ere?” Mella whined and wiggled closer to Whitney’s flushed face. She was supposed to be resting!

          Marcos shrugged. “I got you some tea. Give me a second, I’ll make it for you. It’s called, uh, ‘Vitalitea’ and it’s got lemon and ginger and all that. Should hopefully make you feel better.” It couldn’t make her any worse at least. Red eyes and streaming nose, it was almost painful to see her so far from her bubbly self.

          Whitney had always been good at reading people. Just because she was unwell didn’t mean she couldn’t see the crease setting into Marcos’ forehead. He was always so busy worrying about others. The demand he not pity her fell away to the realisation of what he’d said.

          “You cabe back jusd ‘o bake tea?”

          “No. I’ll get you some lunch too.” He wandered off to the kitchen to get started, entirely missing the touched shock he left her in. According to his calculations, he was still on track even after stalling to get into the house. The majority of making food was just waiting for the tea to brew. It took next to no time to make a sandwich or boil water. While the tea was brewing, he grabbed a brush and a hair tie, returning to the sick bunny.

          Seeing her face a tiny bit more flushed made his stomach twist. Was it really okay for her to stay here alone?

          “Can you sit up? I’ll put your hair up since I’m here.”

          Whitney sighed dramatically but wiggled her way to a sitting(ish) position, much to Mella’s disapproval. “Leab me here to die. I’b not lon’g for thid worlb.”

          “Nah, I think we’ll save ya Cottontail. You know Freddy and me’ll be lost without ya at the café.” He chuckled, combing the brush through her long, long, hair. She tried not to think about how his breath tickled her ear, sending tingles down her spine.

          “I tolb ‘ou nod do call be that.” She huffed. Her mock anger easy to see through. It she’d really wanted him to stop, he would have done so immediately. “You’re righbt tho. You do neeb me. Who else can stob Fred’dy frob gleefully bestering beople on dates?”

          “He’s not even here and you’re picking on ‘im?”

          “I’b allobed to. It’s by twind given righbt.”

          “Can’t argue with that.” Marcos’ hands worked quickly, twisting the strands into a roughly uniform braid. Whitney may have preferred a bun, but that just wasn’t in his skill set yet. As he worked, his own auburn curls wiggled loose. The ponytail must’ve come undone on his way over. He probably should just cut the shaggy mane, but he liked the feeling of it brushing his skin.

          Whitney released her arm from the blanket burrito to playfully tug a strand. “You’re kinba a bess. Whab did ‘ou do, rub the whole bay?”

          “Yup.”

          His steady gaze caught her off guard. “Waib, really?” Whitney’s pink cheeks shifted much closer to a shade of red, causing Marcos’ brow to furrow. It didn’t help that she only seemed to heat up more when he pressed his hand to her forehead. She must’ve been really unwell, even her usually pale rabbit ears were tinted rose.

          “Hold on. I think your tea should be ready.” He vanished back into the kitchen, retying his hair as he went.

          The butterflies in Whitney’s brain were certainly just sickness making her dizzy. Nothing else. Mella stared at her. Judgementally. It wasn’t her fault her dumb heart was fluttering. Her pop rock pulse was obviously not her buzzing with giddiness. Of course she didn’t have a crush on Marcos. It didn’t matter how thoughtful he was, or how he made her feel special and appreciated with no ulterior motive. His gentle presence was just a part of him being Marcos. Falling for that would just be… well, it would be… Okay. She couldn’t lie to herself. Frog toes. It wasn’t the plague she’d managed to contract that made her face glow when he touched her. His concerned expression flashed across her mind. The tiny tilt of his scruffy eyebrows, the amber that almost glowed against the dark lines that always seemed to line his eyes, the way he looked at her. Oh dear, she melted into a goopy mess. Stars Above, she had Feelings for the scraggly hare. She had to compose herself. Pondering whether he felt something for her too would have to wait until he was gone. Working herself into a fluster was less than ideal. Upon the realisation, Mella smiled at her, in the way dogs do. If Whitney didn’t know better, she’d think Mella could read her mind. Why was she being so cocky? As if she figured it out first! Whitney’s mental rambling was interrupted by Marcos bringing in her lunch.

          “Here. I put honey in the tea. It’s s’posed to be good for sore throats? Mum used to do that for me, honey and milk I mean. Should help you too.” His ears twitched self-consciously. Sure it was common knowledge that honey was a good soother, but he still felt the need to explain himself. Maybe because Whitney almost always preferred not to sweeten her teas and he hadn’t forgotten that. Whitney smiled, still too pink for his liking, thanked him and took a sip, evaporating his worries.

          “There’s some medicine if you need it, and a bottle of water for later, y’know, so you don’t have to get up again… I’ve gotta head now or I’ll be late back. You gonna be okay?”

          “I’b a big girl, I’ll be okay.” She took another sip. “Than’gs fo’ this. I abbreciate ib.”

          “Not a problem. Just focus on betting better.”

          “Oh byeah, before you go, there’s somb faze wibes in by roob. Take theb with you to geb rib ob the sweat. You brobably smbell.” To make certain she wasn’t being overly sincere, she poked her tongue at him.

          “’course I do. I’m healthy so I can still breathe through my nose.” Marcos grabbed the wipes and darted out of the door before he had to face her faux fury.

          It took a sprint, but he made it back to the café with just enough time to clean up and get re-dressed. He was tired as anything and had forgotten about his own lunch in the process of it all, but still found a spring in his step for the rest of the day. It was nice to think he might’ve made her feel a little better.

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[galfridus1]

Hey Ellie, CONGRATULATIONS!!! If it's ok with u, I'd love to request Escalin with n9 ^^

Berta! Thank you so much! You have given so much to the fandom this year and especially this last week - you are a wonderful artist. I wanted to give something back to you, and I hope you like this.

Here is some Escalin with “why are you crying”. I tried to write an actual poem for it and failed miserably (it’s harder than it looks, people need to cut Escanor some slack!) so I gave up. The poem used here is from the computer game King’s Quest VI. The dialogue above the cut you will recognise as coming from Vampires Of Edinburgh, Part 3.

Failure. That’s what he was: an utter and complete and total failure. Escanor steadied himself, taking great gulps of the slightly stale air to try and calm his increasingly frayed nerves, to sooth the almost unbearable ache in his chest. Why did he have to be so entirely useless? Why did he always have to lose control?

But it had felt so good. How he had relished the battle with the odious vampire king, the rich iron smell of his blood and the snug feel of Rhitta as it fit in his hand. But now the adrenaline with its rush of triumph was all gone, replaced by the anxious beat of his heart. It was after nightfall and so he had returned to the man he truly was, and all he could do was remember the way he had acted with horror as images which made him wince with regret flashed before his eyes. As he gazed at the blank stone walls of his cell, the ring of silence vibrating in his ear, he wished to goodness he had never been born.

The piece of paper he was holding crackled in his hands and he looked down in surprise at the crumpled page. It contained his latest attempts at poetry. He had been blessed with some confidence when he had begun, the golden rays of the setting sun as they streamed through his window casting a brilliant blaze over his glorified prison. But now the silver light of the moon mixed with the warm glow of the lanterns, and everything he had wanted to say fizzled away to an embarrassed nothing.

“I bet Merlin’s lost faith in me,” he whispered to himself as his shoulders slumped, and he felt the swathes of cloth which covered him sag over his limbs, a constant reminder of his lessened state. “Even if I write a poem like this it’s not good for anything…”

“Will you let me hear it?” The familiar voice made him start. His head snapped up, his mouth falling open as he stared at the woman who forever plagued his thoughts. On her arms hung a basket of food, two bottles of ale shining in welcome as Merlin gave him a rare, warm smile. At once, the desperate sadness which had gnawed at his insides settled down to simmer, his joy at seeing her looking so contented enough to give him some control over the tumult of emotion.

“It… it’s nothing special,” he stuttered as his fingers closed round the parchment, “and it needs more work. But I will read it to you when it’s ready if you would do me the honour.”

“I’d like to hear it now, at least what you have of it,” Merlin said kindly, her eyes seeking his across the cold, bare room. “Please,” she added and Escanor dropped his head, his stomach leaping into his mouth at the very prospect. But he knew he could not say no to Merlin, not even if the result was his own humiliation.

“Well, ahem, since you request it, my lady:

What was it when I looked at you?What power has chained me through and through?And binds my heart with links so tight,I can not live without the sight of you?What nameless thing has captured me?And made me powerless to flee?What thing is it without a name,That brings my mind ever back the same to thee?The name of ‘love’ cannot apply,Its commonness does not descry,The haunted, hunted, painful cry that my heart makes for you,That ever my soul eternal makes for you.”

Escanor’s mouth ran dry, the last of his words barely audible as he stammered. Why, oh why, did he ever try to write? It sounded well enough in his head but, once uttered, the words revealed themselves for the clumsy, clunky nonsense that they were. But, to his surprise and great relief, Merlin hummed appreciatively as she moved towards him, her hip swinging gracefully with her gait. “I like it,” she murmured quietly, the faint praise sending his heart soaring to the heavens.

He needed to change the subject, fast. “Did you not wish to join the others,” Escanor managed to squeak out past the lump that stubbornly remained in his throat. He coughed quickly before continuing, “I’m sure Sir Zaratras has put on quite a celebration.”

“He has, but no matter. I would rather be here with you.”

Escanor swallowed, his brows rising gratefully as Merlin handed him an opened bottle. He watched as she spread out the food she carried over a linen cloth evidently brought for the purpose, his mouth watering as he spied crusty bread, a round of cheese mottled with blue, some verdant apples and ripe, red tomatoes. He took a long draft of the ale, the smooth tang of malt providing a welcome distraction as he struggled to think of a suitable reply. “Oh,” he finally offered. “That’s… nice.”

He spluttered as Merlin chuckled, “I mean… it’s nice to spend time with you!”

“Well, here I am.” Merlin looked at him steadily then stooped, carefully selecting an apple before examining its surface with a critical eye. Escanor blushed as he too bent down to pick up one of the fruits, ashamed that the meal Merlin had so kindly provided was lying on the floor rather than a table. He had next to no furniture in his cell: just a bed and the single stone bench on which he now sat. He had been given bits and pieces which had decorated the room in the beginning, but of course the breakable additions had not lasted long.

Lost in his thoughts, self-loathing churning like bile in his stomach, he did not notice as Merlin continued to examine him, her eyes softening as they searched his face. He did not see her press her lips together, brow crinkling in concentration as she regarded him closely. All he could think about was that Merlin was next to him, that he loved her more than life itself and yet would never be worthy to lick her boots. Better to leave things as they were, whatever Meliodas advised about telling her how he felt. She would only laugh, or worse, he would lose her friendship.

Shaking his head slightly, he asked, “I still don’t understand why you are here. There are any number of better things you could be doing…”

“One more word of that sort and I will stop your tongue.” Escanor gasped, knowing the threat was no idle one. He had seen the Boar Sin use her magic in ways which should not have been possible. She was so powerful, so brilliant, so unique. He swallowed thickly, willing the tightening of his throat and the unmistakable prickle behind his eyes to go away and leave him alone. But it was no good. The more he tried, the more he struggled to breathe. What was wrong with him? Why was he incapable of having a conversation with Merlin without making an absolute fool of himself.

“Why are you crying?” Merlin peered into his face, her shoulder gently brushing against his own. “Escanor, tell me what’s wrong,” she commanded imperiously. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “I’m not,” he protested, even as he felt a telltale tear cascade down his burning cheek.

“My eyes are weak,” he attempted by way of explanation. “They’re fine in the day but at night… well, they’re like the rest of me. Not really up to the task.” This was at least partially true. He had found himself blinking, his eyes watering in the lantern light, his eyes unable to focus properly on the words he wrote.

Merlin barked out a laugh, resting a hand lightly on his knee. “Sounds like you need glasses…” Escanor looked up in surprise as the mage trailed off. It was extremely rare for Merlin not to finish her train of thought and he wondered what could have interrupted her flow.

“I have to go,” Merlin said as she stood abruptly, her long skirts rustling as she moved towards the door. “I’ll be back,” she added a little distractedly as Escanor’s face fell. “I just got an idea, one that can help your eyesight and mean you don’t have to remain in this room.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said forcefully as she swept from the room. Escanor stared in silence at her retreating back as the mantle of loneliness once more closed around him.

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Broke Mama

Summary: Being in a relationship with an idol can be difficult, would you even call it that kind of relationship? When things finally start to go on even ground, your lives are flipped upside down and and harsh realities are forced upon the two of you. 

Genre: Angst, fluff

A/N: Just wanted to say I appreciate any feedback I get on this, I hope you like it. There will be some bad language and mature themes (not necessarily sexual). I had this idea for so long and I don’t know if you’ll like it but hey. ALSO IF YOU WANT ANOTHER CHAPTER PLEASE REQUEST IT.

The phone on the table was buzzing furiously while you consciously ignored it. The pulsing in your head was only worsening and the constant nausea wouldn’t shake. You knew it was Yoongi asking why you were ignoring him and probably wanting to hook up. Things had been rocky recently and you were in no good physical state to want to deal with it. Were you in love? Were you just having regular hookups? What does the future hold for the two of you? He’s an idol, you’re broke, would you be ready for the spotlight? All questions for another day, when this bug would hopefully pass. 

You leaped off the couch and ran to the bathroom spilling your guts, for the third time that morning. After cleaning up you find yourself replying to your -boyfriend? Man? Fuck buddy?- friend after rejecting him for a week straight. He said he was heading over and he was going to pick you up and bring you to his dorm. Smiling to yourself, you accepted, the other boys liked you and may look after you better than you were. 

Crawling over to the front door to let him in, you had to sprint to the bathroom again as soon as you saw him. “Wow, am I that repulsive?” The joke was halfhearted and he rushed to your side and held your hair back. “You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital, it seems a bit much don’t you think?” Laying your head back on the bathroom wall lightly shaking your head, you creaked your watery eyes to observe him. He was worried, brows furrowed and watching you cautiously. Not a side you’d seen of him until now.

He hauled you to the car and drove you to his home where the maknae greeted you and lifted you from the floor effortlessly and set you down on the sofa. Before you could try and catch up with any of them, you found yourself falling asleep, vaguely aware of Yoongi placing your head on his lap and stroking your hair. 

When you woke up it was darker outside and the boys had just returned from what you assume was dance practice, judging by the sweat dripping off the lot of them. When they noticed you had woken up, they rushed to your side, asking how you were and if you wanted to be taken to a doctor. 

“If you want you could just see our private nurse, she might be able to tell you what’s wrong at least.” Jimin offered kindly and the rest of the boys nodded, grunting in agreement. “Yoongi hyung, don’t worry I’ll take her with Namjoon hyung, you go and rest.” You smiled at Yoongi and left with the pair.

Once you explained your symptoms and peered up at the nurse, she smiled and asked the boys to leave for a second. Your heart lifted slightly when she laughed and plummeted straight after when you saw what she handed you from her drawer. Tears threatened to fall as you looked at her pleadingly hoping to God this was just a sick joke and she’d swap what she had for a packet of aspirin.

“No way, please no. Are you serious?” She looked at you apologetically and put the pregnancy test in your hand.

“Take the test sweetie, if it’s negative then go see a real doctor and get some medication, if it’s positive then take these to help with your morning sickness.” She handed you a box of pills and sent you off with her best wishes.

As you faced the boys waiting outside for you with worried faces you shook your head at their questions and walked to the car in silence. Instead of going back to the dorm, they took you home, where you stayed for a week without taking the test. When some of the signs became too much to deny, you grabbed it and proceeded to the bathroom. You knew all along but when the harsh reality settled in, you couldn’t believe that you were carrying Yoongi’s child. 

You dodged all of his calls and spent most of your time working away or staying at your apartment with the doors locked and music on full blast. You knew you had to tell him, that you couldn’t do this alone. But if you told him, his career would go completely side ways, needless to say how he’d react. It would hurt way less if you moved away and never told him than have him reject you and your child. 

Of course no such luck exists in your life when you try to avoid someone, walking out of the estate agency, you bumped into Namjoon and Jin. You took them back to your place and told them what happened and broke down in tears, crying into Namjoon’s chest. They congratulated you none the less and promised to provide all they could for you. They also begged you to promise you would tell their bandmate soon. 

They came over everyday with food and offered to help with your chores and just keep you company. Much to your surprise, Yoongi comes with them one day and you grab the closest pillow to cover your small bump. Jin puts the food he brought in the fridge and drags Namjoon out with him after he gave u an encouraging thumbs up, paired with a supportive yet nervous smile. Jin mouthed good luck to you silently and shut the door, silence invading your ears. 

“Y/N, why the hell have you been dodging me every time I try to speak to you, what’s going on with you these days? Are you trying to tell me you want to break up or something because you could just say it to my face. Plus why are Jin hyung and Joonie always at your place? Are you having threesomes or something?” That last point came out with bitterness but made you chuckle despite the situation. 

“I guess it’s now or never,” you spoke up finally, after hearing the older boy ramble on with all his questions, “so you remember when I was sick right? Jimin took me to your nurse?” The words were not coming out like you imagined. 

“Oh my God are you dying?” You cackled when you heard that and put a reassuring hand on his very tense shoulder.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m not dying, though that would be easier,” you mutter to yourself, “Yoongi I’m pregnant with your child.” As soon as the words left your mouth, your stomach flipped, you imagined his did too. 

“Fuck. You didn’t tell me all this time. This is so fucked up what the-” He spiralled, dropping every swear word in the book, getting angrier by the second. You expected this reaction. You’d dreamed of him embracing you and telling you he’d be there for you every step of the way. But real life hits, he’s not as much of a dreamer as he is a realist. You could tell his career and life plans were flashing through his mind.

“How could you tell Jin and Namjoon and not tell me. What the fuck weren’t we careful?” 

At this point you snapped, he didn’t stop to consider for a single second how you were feeling about this whole thing. “I told them because I knew they wouldn’t react so heartlessly and actually help me out. You know what if you can only think of yourself here then fuck off, I don’t need you here. And before you ask, I’m not aborting. This is your mistake as much as it is mine, now get your sorry ass out of my apartment!” You screamed him out of your apartment, he took one glance down at your belly and slammed the door. 

A few months went by and the band members all payed you regular visits and helped you out as much as they could. All of course except for Yoongi. You hadn’t seen him since that day he left your apartment out of the fight, you hadn’t spoken to the other members about him either. It went on like this everyday until he showed up completely wasted at your door in the middle of the night and threw up in your toilet. He stumbled to your couch where you lay, your bump very visible by that point. 

His eyes were glued to your belly and he collapsed at your feet, wrapped his hands on your belly. You watched this unfold, knowing despite him being a jerk, it’s a hard situation on him too. He sobbed at your feet leaving tear stains near your belly button.You helped him to your bed and lay beside him, he pulled your waist closer and kissed you messily before he passed out. 

He woke up feeling like ass. Confused at first as to where he was, squinting hard at the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. He peered over at your sleeping face beside him. He wasn’t one for feelings or domestic life, you weren’t really either. But he kept you around for the longest time. You weren’t just a hook up to him. Heck you’re his baby mama now. You looked so peaceful, no troubles in the world could reach you as you lay sound asleep. 

“Ah, what have I gotten myself into?” He pulled you into his chest and instinctively stoked your hair again. Your eyes fluttered open and you peered up at him, a tiny smile at his recent affection. He looked very tired, he hadn’t shaved and he’d visibly lost a bit of weight. You couldn’t let yourself fall down that path until you knew where you stood with him. 

“Come on, help me make breakfast.” He headed to the bathroom and freshened up, using your toothbrush without permission because he knew you wouldn’t mind. He milled around your kitchen quietly making pancakes while you made coffee. You sat down together and let out a deep sigh. “How have you been holding up?”

“I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry Jagiyaaa~,” he whined, tears pricked in your eyes as you watched this vulnerable man unfold in front of you. As much as you wanted to be angry at him for bailing and not being there, you couldn’t. You dropped a soft kiss on his lips as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I won’t leave you again don’t worry. For all the times you put up with me and my mess and sacrificed so much-” he couldn’t continue what he wanted to say but he didn’t need to.

“I’m so worried though. Are we going to be good parents? How will we keep this from the press? What is the life of an idol’s son going to be like. I can’t even go to the fucking super market in any country without getting mobbed.” He sighs and lies back. 

“Hey, I’m worried too. You think I haven’t been freaking out? When did I ever say I wanted to bring a kid into this world, I can’t afford it. My parents literally abandoned me as a baby, as fucked up as I am, I refuse to ever let my baby feel alone.” His gaze met yours, something in the air had changed. Things might actually work out. 

He seductively looks at you and winks, pulling shades out of his pocket. “I’m rich, so expensive, glasses.” He said in broken English which broke the ice entirely and you were laughing hard like the good old days. You startle him as you stand up and run to the bathroom. “What’s wrong?!”

“You forget I’m pregnant? Your child uses my bladder as a football every once in a while.” He smiled to himself, he was really going to be a father? 

“Jagiya! have you got any of those black and white pictures of the baby in your belly?” You chuckled searching through a drawer to find your ultrasound photo and plopped beside him again. 

“This is our baby. They thought there was something wrong with it at first because it wasn’t kicking but realised it just doesn’t like to move much.” This was undoubtedly his kid. He smiled fondly and kissed you again, more slow and passionate. 

“How about you come back to my place and have Jin cook you up something, maybe show them the photo?” You nodded eagerly and went to pee one last time before you exited your apartment together. The warm feeling didn’t leave you until you felt your boyfriend’s hand squeeze around yours as he froze. 

Flashing lights blinded you, leaving you confused until your eyes focused and you recognised cameras and loads of paparazzi. Your bottom lip trembled as you looked at the equally as shocked man beside you and your worlds were again turned upside down.