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Spring in Tchakova Park

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Summary: Green was the color of the grass where he used to walk in Tchakova Park.

In which John meets a stranger in the park, Violet learns of the care and keeping of Spartans, and Cortana offers dating advice. (Complete 5/7/24)

Chapter Nine: Family Dynamics

Morning came far too early and was entirely unwelcome. Sadie came barreling back into the bedroom once the front door clicked shut behind John to leap onto the bed with a wine. Paws seemed to find every soft spot on Violet’s body as the dog licked her face and yipped at her in encouragement to get out of bed for their morning run. Violet rolled onto her back and gave the dog a push back with a groan as she looked over at the chrono; 4:05am. Lovely.

Violet flopped onto her back and pulled the sheets up as she pinched her eyes shut, hoping for sleep to overtake her again. Her bedding smelled like sweat and the generic soap issued in the barracks that she had come to associate with him. Violet breathed in the scent. It was comforting, like he was still there beside her as she turned over to wrap her arms around the pillow he’d used. Before the smell would have taken her straight back to communal showers in the women’s locker room at NAU after soccer matches, but she wasn’t ready to remove herself from where the bed was still warm from where his body had been. Sleeping beside him had been like sleeping beside a furnace. Violet had slept tucked to him all night in his warm embrace, drinking in the lovely heat in the cool bedroom as she slept with his arms wrapped around her like every night before had been spent the very same way.

A wet nose snuffed against her ear, followed by Sadie’s tongue. Violet gasped out in surprise and swatted the dog away as she rolled back over on her side. Her eyes fell to the chrono again to calculate just how long she could stay in bed without being too late for work. The chunk of her headboard sat beside the chrono, half blocking the numbers on the display. Violet’s lips twitched up into a smile at the sight of it. She reached out to take the softball-sized handful of wood in her hand and gave it a long look. She rolled back onto her back with it still in her hands and reached up to feel the splintered edges of where his hand had been. A giggle escaped her lips. That was certainly a new one, she thought. That was for sure.

She needed a stronger bedframe, she concluded. However, she doubted ‘horny Spartan proof’ would be a viable search criteria when she started her shopping on the train.

Violet peeled herself from the bed with Sadie in tow as she leapt from it to trot back to the front door with a whine, leaving Violet to wonder just when the dog she’d adopted from the streets of the village near her last assignment when she found her eating from a trash can became so entitled. She stood with a stretch and stepped over the pooled fabric of her dress where it had been left discarded on the floor before giving it a weak kick towards her hamper. She dressed unenthusiastically, each motion still heavy and tired as she pulled her leggings on and wished she could crawl back into bed into the warmth of his arms instead. Her hair felt sticky as she pulled it up and twisted it into a tight knot atop her head, her fingers dragging through the sweaty strands as she crossed the living room to the door with daydreams of her post-run shower.

Sadie sat in front of the door when she left the bedroom with her lead gripped in her mouth as she watched Violet slip on her sneakers. Violet clipped the lead to Sadie’s harness before she straightened up and gave her tired eyes a hard rub with her fingers as she continued to will herself awake at the too early hour. Who in the fuck even woke up this early? It was simply criminal.

She blinked hard and yearned before she reached to open the door, but her fingers stopped as they curled around the knob. Her heavy eyes felt a tan more focused at the sight of pale green on the door, the cartoon smile of the houseplant printed onto her sticky note pad staring back at her. She peeled it off the door, her heart fluttering as she read over his neat all capital writing scrawled across it. A smiley face was scribbled under his short message;

See you tonight.

***

Violet yawned hard and pressed a gloved hand to her open mouth. She was careful not to close her eyes as she yawned for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. The near endless stream of coffee she’d consumed since arriving did little to battle the exhaustion that had lingered since the night before. Audrey took the opportunity to strike with the botanist was distracted. The carnifloria vorax lunged at her, snapping its needle like teeth in hopes of trapping a snack within its maw. Violet raised a hand and caught the snappy bloom by its furry stem and gave it a hard shove back. She thumped the bloom with her fingernail. Audrey twisted away from her unhappily and hissed.

“Be nice,” Violet snapped. She pointed a stern finger at the bloom that had begun to snap its teeth at her nastily like she was scolding a naughty puppy rather than an alien plant.

The plant lunged at her again with a snarl, but Violet kept her finger raised in disapproval as she followed its motions. She seized a stag beetle from the tank of the work table and gave it a toss to the plant who snapped it up happily. Violet sighed and flipped the plant off as she reached for an extraction kit. Dickhead. If it hadn’t held the power to help so many, she would have given up on it months ago. She held Audrey’s stem steady with one hand as she ate, stabbing the needle of her syringe into the plant’s venom sac with the other, and pulled the plunger. Deep purple venom oozed into the syringe as Audrey snapped her jaws in protest.

“Almost done,” Violet reassured her. “You’re okay, dumbass.”

She removed the syringe and yawned again as she tagged and labeled the venom sample before passing it off to the biology lab technician tasked with collecting it who had watched the whole extraction in horror. He took the vial with a shaking hand, his eyes still fixed on the carnivorous flower. The pale faced man let out a startled gasp and jumped back as the plant snapped her teeth at him again. Violet stepped between him and Audrey and flicked the bloom on the teeth like she was scolding an aggressive dog that bared its teeth.

“No!” she hissed. The tech turned and practically ran from the greenhouse and away from the plant that seemed to take glee out of his terror. Violet gave the plant another stern look, “That wasn’t very nice.”

She yawned again as she pulled off her heavy gloves and tossed them down onto the worktable. Good lord, she needed to pull herself together. Wake up, Harris, she thought. Look alive, kid.

The leather pulled against her damaged fingers and Violet hissed out in discomfort as she flexed her hand. She had changed her bandages after her shower that morning, embarrassment pooling in her belly as she stared at the identical cuts that wouldn’t have occurred if she had been paying attention to the kitchen knife instead of stealing glances at the gorgeous man snoring on her sofa. She picked up the sweaty plastic cup of iced coffee she had been nursing since that morning from the work table and swallowed down the watered down drink, willing the caffeine to revitalize her long enough to get through the rest of her collections.

Her disrupted sleep didn’t bother her in the way it so usually would. She had spent the entire workday with the memory of his lips on hers crashing back into her mind, the way he had growled her name into the dark echoing through her head. She found her thoughts strayed to the prior night during all of her tasks. Some poor lab tech or horticulturist would repeat her name and bring her snapping back into the present. She didn’t care if she needed to get a direct IV of caffeine to stay awake, as long as every night ended that same way with him.

Her pad chimed on the workstation. An incoming call flashed on her screen and Violet turned her back to the agitated plant to read over the name of the caller. Harris Home, it read; her parent’s comm number displayed underneath the all caps writing and red heart emoticon beside it, with it the picture of her parents that she used for their contact. It made her giggle to herself as she looked down at the image of her parents in the aviary at the zoo before her dad retired; Bill laughed as his wife’s terrified state as a rather curious macaw tried to land on Jane’s head.

She flicked it up to dismiss the call and made a mental note to call them back tomorrow. She set down her cup before she turned towards the wriggling plant behind her again and tore the seal open on a new collection kit. If plants could sneer, she assumed that would be the only way to describe the way Audrey twisted at her in annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah,” Violet sighed, “One more and then we can get you back to your spot. Okay, girl?”

Violet dodged the twisting mass of teeth and pissy groans as she took the final sample. She turned to look for the rolling cart she had used to transport Audrey from her spot in The Jungle to the workrooms, but the cart was absent from where she had left it.

“Can I get a cart to the workroom?” She called out to her staff, but her request echoed through the empty greenhouse. The chrono on the wall above her signaled that the day staff had left for the day. The next shift started in ten minutes, which left her alone to move the plant that stood as tall as she did back to its spot in the afternoon sunlight.

She turned to Audrey and the plant bared its teeth at her again as if the botanist’s displeasure brought her the utmost joy.

“You need to get really cool really fucking fast,” she warned it as she crouched down to feel around the sturdy pot it sat in for a place to grip. Audrey snapped at her hair and caught her bun in its teeth, giving it a hard tug. Violet let out a pained gasp and straightened up to bop the plant on the bloom with a nasty look.

“You know, I used to tell people that I didn’t have a least favorite plant, but you’re very quickly making that list,” she snapped.

“Need some help?”

She turned her head at the familiar gravelly voice to find John standing over the other side of the worktable. Violet smiled up at him as she straightened up, wiping potting soil on her pant legs as she wondered just how much of her little outburst he’d overheard. He returned her smile and jerked his head at the plant that now watched him curiously.

“So,” he looked over Audrey, who now bared her teeth at him, thrilled to finally find a worthy opponent and sizable meal within her new home, “This is the dickhead plant?”

“In all of her glory,” she replied, “I’m surprised you remembered. You were already snoring by the time I started that part of my story.”

“I don’t snore, goose.”

She rolled her eyes, “Sure you don’t. I only had to listen to it all night.”

She popped up onto her toes to kiss his cheek, but found that even with her extended reach, his cheek was well beyond her reach. She settled with pressing her lips to his jaw instead, “Hi. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was in the area,” he shrugged. Violet smiled, unsure of what duties would bring him to the opposite side of the base than the one he usually worked on, “Figured I would come see if you were headed out for the day.”

John’s eyes fell on the plant again with an assessing look, like he was sizing up an opponent. Audrey thrashed about in an attempt to establish herself as the dominant predator. He watched her blankly, his head tilted as he examined her. Violet glanced at the chrono again and noticed her workday creeping to an end with a smirk. She knew that Spartans had no reason to be around the greenhouses at any given time of the day, much less twenty minutes before her workday ended.

That assessing state remained on the plant as Violet gestured to Audrey, “I just have to get her back to her spot in the greenery and I should be set to leave. It seems that my day crew took shut down procedures a bit too seriously, though. I can’t find the cart I brought her over on, so I’ll have to track that down before I can head out.”

John took a curious step towards the plant. Audrey snapped her jaw at him, baring multiple rows of dagger-like teeth. He leaned back, unfazed by the carniflora vorax’s agitated state as she attempted to bite him again. Violet jumped when the plant’s teeth snapped mere inches from his head, but John reached out a hand to grab Audrey by the stem, holding her trashing bloom steady as he picked up the pot in one hand.

“Where do you want it?” he asked.

“Be careful! She bites.” Violet warned, “Like, really hard.”

He simply lifted the pot to his shoulder as if the massive organism was weightless and watched her expectantly. He shrugged, “I’ve dealt with worse.”

He had her there. She waved him on with a nod of her head towards the plant’s usual home, John following her through the paths of The Jungle into the greenery. Violet pointed to the empty spot the pot belonged to and John deposited the pot into the space, dodging Audrey’s last attempt to snap at his ear as he gave the plant an annoyed look. He straightened back up before he looked at Violet with that smirk that she felt low in her belly, “Will that be all, Doctor Harris?”

“I still have fifteen minutes,” she said with a soft chuckle, “So technically, I can put you to work until then, or as long as you keep me hidden away from my staff, I can leave now.”

He chuckled in return and nodded, “I think I can manage that.”

She gestured back towards the work tables, “Let me get my stuff.”

John waited as she gathered her things. She quickly tucked her pad under an arm and grabbed the thin fleece jacket she had worn on the walk from the train that morning off the back of her chair. Like drawn by a magnetic force, John’s hand pressed against her lower back as she stepped beside him and remained there as they walked the winding paths to the exit. Audrey bared her teeth as they passed with another low growl, Violet rolling her eyes as they passed by.

John glanced at the plant again and asked, “Why did they name it?”

“Oh, it’s from a super old movie,” she explained, “Well, a super old musical, really. It’s about this florist and a man-eating plant. I’ll spare you the details.”

He nodded and removed his hand from her back as they approached the doors to step behind her as they stepped out onto the concrete. Violet turned to face him and glanced down at the undersuit he still wore.

“Should I plan to meet you back at my place?” she asked.

He pointed in the opposite direction of the greenhouses to a portion of the base she had never set foot before. The Spartan barracks were located on the other side of the base. A section of her workplace she had never considered to be a place she would have any business in before she followed his finger to where he casually pointed.

“I just need to change,” he said, “Come with me? I can walk you home.”

Violet followed his finger and looked up at him nervously. “Am I allowed to?” she asked quickly. She highly doubted her clearance gave her access to that portion of the base with the very minimal clearance they allowed a civilian contractor responsible for the care and keeping of plants.

He chuckled and his hand found her back again, “I’m allowing it.”

***

Violet had never felt more out of place in her entire thirty years of existence than she did standing in the living quarters of Silver Team.

John led her into the barracks and she had to take a moment to collect herself upon entering. She remembered years of shared rooms; her freshman dorm and her room in the sorority her sophomore year that she had shared with three other girls. All had been bright messes of mingled personalities. But, the room felt almost sterile; beds made to perfection and not a single piece out of order, as if it had been sitting unoccupied rather than housing four individuals. There was not a single clue of those individuals in the room; not a single item that gave a bystander an inkling of who resided there save the supersized bunks made to support their size. Just gray walls, artificial lighting, and white bedding. It made her sad. She wondered if it had always been this way.

The door swished shut behind them as Violet followed John in. She felt a small tinge of relief that they appeared to be alone within the room. One Spartan had been imposing enough when she had met him, but four felt like more than she could handle. Yet, if they all were like him under those hard exteriors…

John rummaged through the small wardrobe beside his bunk, pulling out a change of clothes. With a sharp tug, he yanked down the zipper of his techsuit and peeled the tight fabric down off of his arms. Violet averted her eyes for a moment, unsure if she was meant to watch, suddenly shy after the previous night’s events. However, her eyes lifted from the concrete floors to the hard muscles of his chest as he continued to undress in front of her, remembering how they had felt under her hands, the sounds of his whispered sighs in the dark of her room filling her head as she watched.

His mouth lifted into a smirk as he caught her gaze and tossed the techsuit on his bunk, “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked, pulling her eyes from his body to his face to find the same heated look in his eyes from the night before.

“That,” was his growled response. Heat pooled in her belly at the sound. The warmth only continued to build as he stepped to her, his eyes on her lips as he hooked a finger under her chin to raise her face to his own and she forgot how to breathe.

“Yeah? Or what?” she challenged. John lowered his lips to hers, but Violet leaned back, glancing between him and the door nervously, “What about your team?”

“At dinner,” he replied. Hazel eyes studied her lips, taking with them the worries of being interrupted that faded with each inch that lessened between his face and her own.

Lips brushed against her own as she nodded and relented to him, her hands coming to rest on his chest as she leaned into his kiss. A contented sigh escaped from her lips when his fingers raised to knot in her hair. She’d waited for this moment all day.

Yet, the moment she’d daydreamed of since waking alone in her bed was cut short by the sound of the doors swishing open as his team returned. A gasped “Oh!” made Violet jump back from his bare chest at the sound of three people stepping out of the doorway, clearing their throats. Heat burned across her cheeks as she looked up to John, whose own neck had turned a similar shade of scarlet as he looked beyond her. His expression hardened as he looked to the open door.

“Permission to enter, Chief? Or should we come back later?” a female voice called out. Violet looked nervously between him and the door, hoping that the floor would somehow open up and swallow her whole.

John’s jaw set into a hard line as he looked beyond her and cleared his throat before he called for his team to enter. Violet watched as the three Spartans entered, all watching her with the same curiosity they had the day prior when she stepped onto the lift as if they were assessing if she was a threat. The blonde, Kai, she remembered, looked to John with a smug smirk as she entered which he did not return. Violet gave them a small uncomfortable wave, feeling herself tense as they all continued to study her and looked beyond her to John.

“I’m going to shower off,” he stated. Violet felt the three pairs of eyes behind her on her back as she turned to him, “I’ll be out in five.”

Unable to find the words to protest, Violet watched helplessly as he slipped off to the showers and left her alone in the room with his team. Much to her relief she found that they had all gone off to their bunks as she turned, but eyes continued to glance up at her curiously from their respective tasks. Violet gave them a tight lipped smile before lowering herself onto the edge of his bunk, feeling like a fish in a bowl as she tucked her pad to her lap and busied herself with picking dog hair off of her jacket. Kai watched her from the bunk beside John’s and offered her a smile in return. Violet realized just how close of proximity they slept to one another as Kai lowered herself onto her mattress on the bunk beside his own.

“So,” she started. She swung her legs over the side of the bunk to face Violet before she folded them under herself, “You’re the girl from the lift.”

“That’s me,” she managed weakly. “I’m Violet. I’m John’s…” she paused, finding herself unaware of how to define her relationship to him in the presence of the Spartan. It felt like a foolish thing to be concerned by, especially in regards to him. She searched for the right word and settled with, “friend.”

From over Kai’s shoulder, she could see Riz and Vannak still watching her from their bunks, exchanging sidelong glances at one another. Kai looked behind her at the shared glance before she turned back to Violet with an apologetic smile. “Don’t mind them. We’re not used to having guests is all. I’m Kai.”

She held out a massive hand to Violet. Violet took it in a handshake that shook her entire arm. Kai still studied her, her expression kind as she looked over the woman on her leader’s bed. “I’m sorry if we interrupted-.”

“No,” Violet said quickly, sure she was still painted red and she smiled weakly, “No. You didn’t.”

A moment of quiet passed between the two women before Kai spoke again. She gestured to the patches stitched into Violet’s jacket, “Doctor, huh? Medical?”

Violet’s fingers went to the patch that displayed her name, “Oh no, botany. I’m a botanist. I work with plants. I’m sure my mom would be much more impressed by my doctorate if it had been medical though,” she laughed. Kai smiled and Violet felt her shoulders relax slightly at the sight of it. Kai lowered herself onto her side, her head propped on her fist.

“How exactly did Chief come across a botanist?”

“We met at the park,” she said, the scenario feeling far too ordinary spoken from where she sat. “I almost hit him with my dog’s ball.”

Kai smirked and leaned back slightly in a casual posture, as if they were two bunk mates gossiping about boys at summer camp rather than two perfect strangers. Violet found that she had an easy way about her, her own nerves relaxing the longer they spoke.

“I have to say it makes sense. He spends a lot of his down time there,” Kai shrugged.

“It’s quiet there,” Violet said, offering the same explanation John had given her that first afternoon.

“He seems to really care about you,” Kai said plainly. Her eyes flicked to the doorway that led to the showers. “He doesn’t have to say it, but we could tell when we saw you on the lift.”

The blunt statement caught her off guard. Violet hoped that the surprise hadn’t riddled her face as she felt her lips quirk up into a smile. She watched as John turned the corner into the room again, dressed in civilian clothing. His eyes softened when he saw her despite his stoic expression and Violet offered him a soft smile in return before she turned back to Kai.

“I really care about him, too.”

John looked between Violet and Kai as he walked towards them, a quizzical look crossing his face, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kai said defensively. She pushed herself up off of the bunk and clapped a hand against his shoulder as she stood, “Just getting to know your girlfriend.”

Kai turned to Violet with a smile, “It was nice meeting you, Violet. I’ll see you around.”

Violet returned her smile and stood from his bunk as he approached. That word caught in her chest as she looked to John as he neared his bunk. “You too, Kai.”

Kai nodded and turned to walk to the showers he had just come from. She bumped her shoulder against his with a knowing look, smirking up at him with a waggle of her brows. “Should we expect you back tonight, Chief?”

He rolled his eyes, but Violet noticed the twitch of his lips he tried to hide. Violet fell into step beside him and gave another little wave to the remaining two Spartans as she followed John out the door. The redhead returned it as they watched the two step out into the hallway.

“She seems fun,” Violet commented, John’s pace slowing to match her own as they walked the empty hallway to the exit. John nodded and scoffed before glancing around the hallway, and his fingers curled into hers.

---

Violet enjoyed having him in her apartment. Sadie seemed to enjoy it more, however. The pup followed John like a shadow from the moment they arrived, leaping into his arms as he walked through the door without as much as a sidelong glance towards Violet. Violet rolled her eyes at the dog despite the glow in her chest at the sight of him holding her dog, patiently allowing Sadie to lick his face as he toed off his boots at the door and kicked them off next to hers.

She slipped into the bedroom to quickly change out of her uniform, leaving John in the living room under the careful supervision of Sadie. She took a moment in front of the bathroom mirror as she untwisted her bun, frowning at the kinks and twists left by the tight style and the humidity of the Jungle as she ran her hands under the faucet and combed wet fingers through her hair in an attempt to loosen the bumps her bun had left behind with little success. She sighed, quickly adjusted her breasts in the bodice of her dress, and stepped back into the living room.

She found John standing before her bookshelves with Sadie at his feet, an amused look on his face as his eyes turned to her. He held up the chunk of headboard from the night prior that fit perfectly in his palm, “Why is this on your shelves?”

Violet couldn’t help that laugh that bubbled from her chest, her hands coming to her mouth to hold back the snort she knew would follow. The events of her morning as she cleaned up the remnants of their forgotten meal after Sadie’s walk flooded her memory. She’d retrieved the piece of wood from the bedroom to toss it in the trash, but it seemed her efforts were for not.

“I must have left it there this morning. I had it in my hand to throw away and I must have set it down there and forgotten about it. I might just leave it there,” she teased, breezing past him into the kitchen with a wink, “I told you; it was going to go straight to my head.”

With a chuckle and shake of his head, he set it back down on the shelf among the viney trails of pothos. Violet smiled as she moved through the kitchen, pulling out the utensils and ingredients she needed to replicate the previous night’s dinner. John followed to lean against the island and watch as she set a pan on the stove, tapping on her pad to start her evening playlist, the plucky sounds of acoustic guitar oozing from the speaker on her counter and filling the room.

She pulled the cutting board and knife she had maimed herself with from the dishwasher and set them out on the counter. No sooner did she reach for the knife was John’s hand on it, pressed firmly under his palm against the counter with a disapproving look. John cocked an eyebrow at her and gestured for her to pass it to him. Her own brows raised in return at the sweetly overprotective gesture.

“Do you think I’m so incapable?” She teased.

John slid the utensils to himself, “No. I’m just in no mood to administer first aid again tonight.”

“Hey,” she scoffed, “I believe I returned the favor quite handsomely last night, thank you very much.”

He chuckled as Violet turned to attend to the pan on the stove and that low, lovely sound filled the room. She liked his laugh. She liked making him laugh. The song changed to one of her favorites, the raspy voice of the singer echoing through the kitchen as Rian Johnson sang about a love that transcended death. She swayed as she stirred, singing along softly as she looked over her spice rack, the sound of John chopping behind her falling in rhythm with the melody. It had been years since anyone had shared her space, let alone her kitchen. It seemed easy with him. She turned towards the island again to rummage through a drawer for a spatula, still singing along. She felt his eyes on her. When she looked up, he was watching her across the counter with that soft look that made her knees weak.

“What?” She asked, smiling at him.

“I like this,” he said softly as he looked down at her.

“Cutting onions? Good, because I hate it. That can be your date night job, then.” She joked, setting the spatula down on the counter and leaning against the counter on her elbows.

He reached across the counter and took her hand. His thumb brushing over her bandaged knuckles gently, the shockwaves that ran through her having little to do with pain, “Being here with you.”

“Then stay.”

The night, the week, forever. It made no difference to her as long as he continued to look at her like that.

With a cautious lean across the counter, like he was unsure if it was allowed, he lowered his lips to hers. Violet melted into his kiss, thankful for the lack of interruption in the quiet apartment. His lips moved against hers, soft and warm, and Violet pressed her hand to his cheek. From the opposite side of the counter, her pad chimed as her comm line rang. An automated voice calling out; “Incoming call from: Harris Home.”

Violet groaned, blindly reaching across the counter to hit dismiss. John stepped around the island to where she stood, his lips finding her neck as she looked over to locate the device. She declined the call with a tap before turning back to his lips. John’s hands traced the curve of her spine, his fingers fumbling with the delicate zipper of her dress. Maybe she’d get used to sharing her kitchen sooner than she thought.

The unwanted sound of her comm line rang through the kitchen. Violet groaned at the rhythmic tone that lifted his lips from hers.

“Do you need to get that?’

“My parents,” she groaned against his lips in explanation, blindly tapping at the counter for her pad, “I’ll call them back tomorrow.”

The chime of an accepted video call rang from her pad when her fingers tapped at it. Violet let her forehead thud against his chest when she realized she had hit accept in error, “Fuck.”

“Hello? Vi? Can you hear us? We can’t see you!”

The unwelcome noise of Jane Harris’s voice filling her daughter’s kitchen was the most offensive sound to Violet’s ears as it blared from her pad. Violet closed her eyes, hoping that she could disappear from the moment as her mother continued to call her name. She held a finger up to John, who nodded in understanding, and turned to make his way to the sofa with Sadie following behind him. Violet bit back the string of curses that bubbled in her throat as she slid off the island and uprighted her pad. She straightened her clothes and gritted out a smile, “Hi, Mom.”

Her father’s voice joined the mix of the video call, which lacked the faces of her parents and rather displayed the soft cream colored paint of her parent’s living room ceiling. Their pad rocked jerkily, her parents bickering as it exchanged hands.

“Hold on, kiddo,” Bill Harris called out. Violet caught a glimpse of her father’s bespectacled face before it disappeared again, “We got a new pad and I’m still learning it. I liked our other one better. I don’t know why your mother insisted we get a new one.”

“We were up for an upgrade! It’s an upgrade! We’re upgraded!”

“CAN YOU HEAR US?”

“Dad, you’re screaming,” Violet groaned.

“Well, can you hear me? I can’t hear you all that well…”

“Did you turn up the volume on our end, Bill?”

“It’s on, I turned it on. Wait- oh, there we go.”

Violet rested her elbows on the counter and sighed as she rubbed her temples. “My whole floor can hear you two,” she muttered out, “I’m sure of it.”

“I can’t hear her, Janie. Can you hear her? Can you hear us, Vi?”

“I can hear you, Dad.”

“Here, Bill.”

The image on her pad uprighted and her parents came into view. Her parents sat beside one another on their couch in the living room of her childhood home. Bill and Jane looked as they always did; her father dressed on one of his old city zoo pullovers, her mother perfectly done up in the same way she had been since Violet was a child, not a single hair out of place. Her dad adjusted his glasses and smiled brightly when he saw her.

“Oh, there she is. Hey there, pumpkin.”

“Why didn’t you answer our calls?” Jane asked, always straight to the point.

“I was at work, Mom,” Violet replied.

“You’re not at work right now and you declined our call,” her mother said pointedly, “Is that dress new? It’s very booby.”

“Mother,” Violet hissed, her cheeks burning as she straightened up to tug up the neckline of the dress she had chosen specifically because it was booby.

“What? It’s cute! I’m just saying- it’s a lot of boob! It’s a lot of boob for the afternoon.”

“Jane, can you not talk about my daughter’s breasts while I’m in the room?”

“Please don’t say breasts,” Violet said through clenched teeth, “I would love to talk to you guys later, but I’m busy right now. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Your mother and I joined a birdwatching group this week,” her father announced happily, obviously not picking up on her attempt to usher them off the phone.

“Wow, I thought beekeeping was the most stereotypical hobby you picked up during retirement, but that takes the cake, Pops. That’s the new winner.”

“Bill, she’s making fun of us.”

“I’m not making fun of you,” she groaned, “That’s great, Dad. Can you tell me more about it tomorrow?”

“Hey pumpkin, do you know what Katie is up to?”

“I don’t know, Dad,” she said, hoping she was doing a better job of hiding her exasperation than she felt she was. She glanced over her shoulder to where John sat, rolling her eyes. Sadie sat in his lap, her eyes half closed as he scratched her ears. “If you want to talk to Katie, call Katie.”

“Is there someone there with you, sweetheart? You keep looking behind you.” Her mother called out, leaning towards the screen like she could peer through the camera into her daughter’s apartment.

“I have a friend over, mom,” she said hurriedly, “I’ll call you tomorrow!”

“Oh a friend, huh? A friend or a friend?”

“A friend, Mom. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you…”

“Well turn it around, I want to meet your friend. Is he handsome?”

“Mom, he doesn’t want to talk to-.”

“HELLO!”

Violet buried her face in her hands with an exasperated groan as her mother kept calling out. She gave John a helpless look over her shoulder to where he observed her, considering the woman who continued to shout through the pad and the defeated expression on Violet’s face. He stood, crossing the living room to her, and gave her hip a gentle squeeze before he stepped behind her and leaned down into the camera frame. Jane’s eyes popped as her daughter’s companion came into view.

“Good lord, he’s a giant,” she muttered to her husband, “Bill, look at how tall her friend is.”

“He’s very tall.”

“And very muscular. He looks very muscular.”

Violet’s teeth gnashed at the inside of her cheek, “We can still hear you, Mom.”

“What? He’s tall! I can’t point out that he’s tall?”

“Mom,” Violet sighed, John’s hand pressing against her back reassuringly.

“Shush. Hi Violet’s friend, we’re Violet’s parents who apparently forgot to teach her manners,” Jane quipped, watching her daughter with the same severe, stern stare of a retired middle school administrator that Violet had grown up learning to avoid.

Violet sighed, “This is John. This is my mom, Jane, and my dad, Bill. We have to go, guys. I’ll call you-.”

“Hi, John. It’s nice to meet you.” Violet bit back the frustrated scream that bubbled in her chest as her mom continued to yammer on, John far more gracious than she as he nodded to her mother.

“You as well, ma’am.”

“Oh he’s polite. Listen to how polite he is, Bill.”

“Very polite.”

“Hey guys? Guys!” Violet called, interrupting the whispered conversation her parents were having in front of an audience. Bill and Jane stopped to look at her, “I’d love to talk more later, but our dinner is getting cold. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Alright, alright,” her dad acquiesced, finally picking up on his daughter’s attempts to usher them off of the phone. “We’ll let you get back to it. Loved talking with you, Vi. And it was a pleasure to meet you, John! Sorry again for interrupting.”

“You as well, sir.”

“Alright, love you pumpkin.” Her dad called, Violet returning the statement as her parents’ ceiling came back into view with a fumbling of the pad.

“What a nice young man,” Jane said to Bill, the top of her head still in view.

“Very nice. Very tall.”

“Hang up the call, Dad,” Violet called, letting her head fall into her hands.

“I’m trying.”

“Just swipe up, Dad.”

“Oh, ah!”

The call ended with a ding. Violet slid the pad away from her and slid onto the counter with a groan, resting her head against the cool counter in an attempt to mitigate the hot flush that crawled across her face and the dull headache that now pounded in her forehead. John stood behind her, his hand still pressed to her back as he stared down at the pad.

“Are they always…” he paused, choosing his words, “like that?”

Violet stood and turned into his arms, burying her face in his chest. “That was pretty tame for them, actually.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest under her cheek. He brought a hand to her head to run his fingers through her hair. She relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of his arms around her.

“I am so sorry,” she began, “That was a lot. They are a lot-.”

“I like your family,” he said softly. She stopped her impending rambling and pressed into his embrace with a sigh.

“I like yours, too.”

#halo fanfic #halo tv show #master chief #master chief/oc #romance #romcom in space #au #halo fanfiction #not canon compliant #john 117/oc #john 117 #spring in tchakova park

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lyranova · 1 year ago

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For the writer's ask game, how about 4 (with dialogue i'm proud of), 7 (that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing), 24 (that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!")

Hiya Luce, thanks for the ask! Of course, and I hope you enjoy 🥰~!

4 with dialogue i'm proud of

This bit of dialogue between the Witch Queen and Julius in chapter 17 of “Children of the Future” is one I’m a little proud of, but is also pretty fun 😆!

“ So what you’re saying is that the children aren’t too far into the past?” William asked as he leaned forward a bit, Julius nodded in agreement.

“ Exactly. If I were to guess, I would say the children are at least between 10-20 years in the past.” Julius said as he pondered for a moment.

“ My, for a mage who’s magic is Time Magic you’re sure making a lot of guesses and assumptions about all of this.” The Witch Queen almost mocked as she leaned her head onto her hand. Julius smiled as he turned his attention back to her.

“ And for a Witch Queen who can see into the future, this certainly caught you by surprise.” Julius chuckled a bit and watched as the Witch Queen glare harshly at him.

“ The future isn’t set in stone, you of all people should know this, Wizard King.” She spat Julius’s title at him, but he kept his calm smile on his face, even though his eyes held a seriousness in them.

7 that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

I’ve had a lot, but this one particular part in “Children of the Future: The World to Come” chapter 7 I nursed in many daydreams before I finally wrote it out 😆!

“ Marry me, Neva.”

He was holding out a piece of string that he had tied to make it look like a ring. He watched as Neva had a surprised look on her face and he swore he saw her face turned a bright red. Suddenly she lowered her head and her face was hidden by her platinum blonde hair.

Yuno stood there, holding out the ‘ring’ towards her. She stood there, not moving, not saying a word just…standing there like she was deep in thought.

Suddenly, Neva raised her head. She had tears in her eyes and the brightest smile he had ever seen on her face. Without saying a word she ran towards him, stepped up onto the stone balcony rail, and used her momentum to push herself off the railing. Yuno’s eyes widened as he watched Neva come flying towards him.

He held out his arms and was able to catch her. Without saying a word she gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close, and gave him a sweet but passionate kiss. It caught him by surprise, but Yuno smiled and kissed her back.

“ Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” Neva exclaimed happily as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.

Yuno couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over him at Neva words, her silence had him nervous for a minute. He held her tightly in his arms as the two floated together in the air.

24 that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

Sometimes I still have a hard time believing I wrote this scene in “Children of the Future” chapter 23, just because of how…crazy? it is 😆!

As Josslyn finished shouting she noticed Alistar kept his head down, she watched as he shoulders shook. Was he…laughing?

“ You really are hot headed,” Alistar said, his voice eerily calm. “ You just shoot off at the mouth without thinking. Like everyone else you’d rather assume it was favoritism instead of actually thinking it could be because of my abilities.” He said, his voice becoming colder as he spoke.

“ I guess I did bring this on myself, I’ve been going easy on you all day. How about I show you what a real Captain’s abilities are?” He suggested, suddenly raising his head. As Alistar did, everyone noticed he no longer had a calm smile on his face, it was replaced by a serious one, and he had an almost wild look in his eyes.

As Josslyn began to ask what he was talking about she felt the vines on her arms and legs tighten and watched the sky above them darken. She saw a slight green tint appear and suddenly vines and plants began to rain down like rain drops. The adults and children tried to block and dodge the best they could, but as they did, the ground also began to turn a similar shade of green. More vines popped up from the ground and began to capture everyone one by one. The only ones that had managed to evade them were Yami, William, and Hikari.

“ Alistar stop!” Hikari shouted as she, Yami, and William began to hack and slash at the plants. A very faint sense of deja vú struck her at that moment, but she shook it away. She ran towards the white haired boy, but as she did more vines and plants tried to stop her.

“ Do you finally get it?” He asked Josslyn, his voice still eerily calm. “ I got to where I am today because of me, not my father! It isn’t favoritism, it’s because I’m strong enough to do this job!” He added, Josslyn just stared at him, her eyes wide in fear as she barely recognized the person before her.

#asks #luce #my lovely mutuals #writing ask game #children of the future #children of the future the world to come #thanks for asking!#black clover

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otnesse · 2 years ago

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This is a reply to @stupidflandersissexy's reblog to Marcia Brady's posts since I've been banned by the latter and thus can't do a direct reblog.

#some really interesting points here#the only thing I disagree is the little mermaid having the supposedly having lgbta subtext#there are other things people can be or feel like outsiders without being lgbt#but still good points#it's true that she doesn't have a job or anything#they were working to support their families and feed their kids

The LGBTA context is more of a yes and no,to me. I don't see it,but I can understand why people have such a point of view. Personally,Ariel comes across to me as way more of a curious,open-minded and analytical teen girl living in an intolerant society. One doesn't need to be gay to feel stiffled because of said circumstances(not to mention I've seen good cases for Ariel as an ableism allegory). Even the "turning human" can be about having the means to live a fully free life(another point towards a disability context,IMO. Accomodations,and all that jazz).

Now,onto Belle. She was supposed to be the misunderstood outcast whom people mercilessly judge due to not accepting different opinions,but she walked around the town getting lost on books while everyone else worked to make a living. Considering how Belle wasn't shown having to work,or otherwise struggling with finances,she truly came across as privileged and it gave the movie unintentional classist undertones - framing the girl who could afford to daydream 24/7 as inherently superior to the people who had to make a living generates some unfortunate implications. The worst is that said scene could be so easily changed by having Belle read while the rest of the villagers were having different ways of leisure and/or enjoying their free time,and show them bullying her(or at the very least gossiping about her) for not being as social.

The worst is that Belle could've been a great protagonist with that personality. A flawed heroine is a good way to stenghten the moral of the tale - true beauty comes from within. Then,Belle loves the Beast with all her heart,and vice-versa,making each other better people. Belle-as-a-snob also had the potential to make the point about the town being close-minded and judgemental stronger,by showing how such environment affected her. Maybe she was mistreated in some way,or whatever. To top it all,there's a parallel with Beast - there's a beautiful side in the prince,and there's a beastly side on Belle.

All the potential above was wasted on putting some girl on a pedestal."

Not to mention Ariel can also qualify as an autistic allegory as well. I know she certainly acted as one for me, at least (I need to know your secret on how you could understand how some people could view her as an LGBT allegory without agreeing with it, because I really can't understand it at all. Mostly because Ariel, heck, even her original counterpart, fell for someone of the opposite sex, meaning it killed any possible allegorical/metaphorical connections to that bit. Not to mention she stayed the gender she was born in, anyways. I think the closest I've ever gotten to seeing any allegory to LGBT to otherwise technically straight characters was with the protagonists from Sex and the City, and that's only because it was exceedingly transparent.). And a funny thing is, Ariel's part of the reason I converted from Episcopalean to Roman Catholicism as a kid (though unlike Ariel and Triton, my dad was supportive of it. Heck, my loyalty to Ariel and connection to her grew even stronger after a genuinely terrible College experience, one where the professors often times tried to beat my Conservativism out of me during lessons as well as brainwash me into their line of thinking. They ultimately failed, but I still carry the mental scars from it. In one sense, you could even see Ariel in the various conservatives on College campuses who are outright marginalized and not even allowed to speak and give their views on those college campuses (and you have to admit, regardless of your political views, conservatives STILL have some right to speak rather than constantly being silenced and even forcibly brainwashed).

As far as Belle... my current views on Belle are a bit more...complicated. I can't really say I'm necessarily "anti" towards her (Certainly I don't dislike or even hate her per-se. I guess the closest I can state to an actual negative emotion towards her is terror and fear, more on that later. There's still some potential to being restored, contrast with the Rebel Alliance with Star Wars, who I'm now fully anti towards thanks largely to George Lucas being a grade A idiot and boasting his pro-Vietcong credentials at their expense), but she definitely fell hard regarding likeability as of late (to give a good hint as to how far she fell for me, when I was younger, she was second place regarding the DP list, just below Ariel. Now? She's second-LAST, just barely above Merida). But I will say it's slightly closer to anti at this point. And there's a whole lot of reasons why she's a bit closer to the anti scale of things for me.

This may be multiple posts due to a text limit.

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campto · 1 year ago

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Lady Katherine Terwilliger-Smythe Finds Refuge Among The Apes

Lady Katherine Terwilliger-Smythe certainly never saw this in her future. Even when the war against the apes began to go badly for the humans, she couldn't imagine allowing herself to be transformed into an ape. Eurgggh! But when she saw what was happening to the apes' human prisoners she realized there was no alternative.

Now known as Urkka Urkka Eeeka Eeeka EEEEEEK, she serves as breeding stock in General Akk Akk's harem, bearing new simian progeny to occupy the brave new ape-ruled world that Earth has become. She still wears her hair in her same old hoity toity style, and sports what bits of jewelry she managed to retain after forking over her fortune to the apes for the privilege and safety of surgical transformation into this form. She also likes to fantasize that she has on one of her old vast collection of furs, instead of the permanent fur coat she wears 24/7 these days. But all her daydreams come crashing to the ground when she catches herself picking her hairy butt and sniffing her finger, picking and eating lice off of her nearest companion, or just munching on grass... like this. Then, she will jump up and down screeching and hooting in frustration.

#apetransformation #primatetransformation #orangutangirl #monkeytransformation #monkeygirl #photomanipulation

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wolfsp1t · 2 years ago

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it’s amazing tho how little ive actually indulged in daydreaming when it used to be my go 2 comfort. pretty sure the fact that my number 1 obsession is around me 24/7 is the cause of that which is good cuz im certainly happier

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noir-renard · 2 years ago

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batburger AU is an absolute masterpiece, and I was wondering, if you don't mind sharing, what is your process like for coming up with these incredible plotlines? It's a skill I want to work on, and you, my friend. mmmmMMMMM

ougghhh thank you so much!! ❤️🥰🥰🥰This is a delightful and very flattering question, so I'll do my best to answer it.

I, like many writers, enjoy rotating things in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. (I say "enjoy", but I don't have much say in the matter. These thoughts be roasting and turning 24/7 Costco Style and I'm helplessly standing in front of the chicken rack, warming myself up with the oven heat because I got cold going into the giant refrigerator room to get some berries)(this is a metaphor but it also happens literally to me pretty often. Costco cold. Rotisserie chimken warm.)

Sometimes something good will result from this; sometimes during the more productive sessions of "rotate that thought like a tether ball", neat sentences will form from the ether in my brain.

IYGABAB, for example, was birthed from the randomly generated mind-typewriter paragraph: In a way, it was almost funny. It certainly sounded like a joke—Batman, Bruce Wayne, and Red Hood walk into a bar. Only it wasn't a bar, it was the Iceberg Lounge, and Batman swooped down from the skylight rather than walking in. You might recognize that as the first sentence of the story.

Because I was and continue to suffer from incurable DP x DC Brainrot, my first thought about this paragraph was, heh, that sounds like something Danny would say.

My second thought was, wait, why is Danny at the Iceberg Lounge? And what are Jason and Bruce doing there? And who is wearing the batsuit, and why?

I thought about this scenario for most of the day, coming up with possible answers. When I'd been thinking about it long enough that it was clear Iceberg Lounge Time wasn't going anywhere and the daydream plot was actually kind of interesting and Hey, I'd love to read that story, I started writing it down and kept writing.

The first scene I actually wrote down in full was the one where Sal asks Danny to cover for him at work. Of all the possible answers I came up with for "Why is Danny at the Iceberg Lounge?" the answer I liked the best was "He's covering for a co-worker/friend from his actual job".

Which generated a new question: what's his actual job? Does he work at a coffee shop? At a diner? At a grocery store?

And then I realized the chaos, the beauty, the delightful mayhem that having him work at Bat Burger would be. Like yeah yeah we all know Danny looks like all the Robins already, but to actually make him dress as a Robin for work? I couldn't pass that up.

That's when I knew this story had legs. There was a place for it to start and a place for it to go.

Returning to that initial paragraph helped me generate a lot more questions that needed answering if I wanted to continue the story. Why is Red Hood at the Iceberg Lounge (other than looking for Danny)? What is Bruce doing there (and why does he need to be there as Bruce and not Batman)? Who is wearing the Batsuit (and why are they wearing the Batsuit instead of their regular suit)?

Answering those questions generated a lot of the plot threads, after which I had a general idea of what Bruce, Jason, and Dick were up to (Duke's presence at the Iceberg Lounge came later).

I could have left it at that, but like Marie Kondo I love messes, so I made up some problems for the rest of the batfam and found ways to link them together in obvious and not-so-obvious ways. (If you come back and ask me again after the story is over, I can give a more in-depth answer about this, but I don't want to spoil anything for anyone!)

side note: I wrote the story out of order; when scenes came to me, I wrote them down, even if I didn't know where exactly they fit into the story. Keeping momentum up was more important to me than having a story that made perfect sense right from the start. (I did have to put it in order eventually, and I chose to do this by making a calendar of events as well as document with all the characters and what they were up to at any given point in the story. Was this the best way of doing it? Probably not. But it worked so I'm not going to question it too much)

In this way, I kept building and building the story, layer by layer. I think this method is technically called the "snowflake method", but because I did it kind of haphazardly it didn't really feel like a method 😅

In short, the answer to "what's my process" is this: I find a question so interesting that answering it generates countless other questions that demand an answer, and in the process of answering them all hopefully a story will fall into place.

I hope this is helpful! My mind is a chaotic place that's hard to parse (even for me), but I did my best to describe it in a way that's informative.

#batburger au #answered asks #iygabab #writing ref #i think some important context you should also have is that I wrote/outlined most of IYGABAB over the summer #when i was stuck in a series of cabins with limited internet access and not much else to do #not by choice either #so I can't recommend doing that but I suppose that's why I had so much time for mental rotisserie chicken

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thedivinetarot-2 · 3 years ago

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Napoleon Bonaparte SFW alphabet

♤A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I assume that he is affectionate towards his significant other or his gf.

He can show his affection but not in a direct way.

Like he would hug her from behind and give her a butterfly kiss when if he is in hurry to leave the mansion to teach his students.

Holding hands while you both walk side by side is his thing.

Generally he love to show his attention and affection but not in a direct way, he would make you feel his affection a miles away when he is not around:

Leaving you a letter before he head to the town writing all his feelings for you and how much he desire you.

Also I can see him show affection through small details like he would buy your favorite food or cook it by himself.

And we won't forget his morning kisses every day.

He is a sensual person he love to touch his significant other whenever they're close to him.

Like he would wrap his arm around her waist.

Kiss her nose or hair when she is beside him.

♤B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I see him as a loyal friend who loves to give his friends advices for their problems.

Probably your friendship with him begins when you fell in a problem and he tried to help you and there your friendship with him begins.

He is a great friend by the way he love to help you and he is protective and funny towards you.

It fascinates him how you try with your whole being to fight for yourself and other people around you.

As your bestfriend expect him to be warm and he is great at listening to you.

He will listen to your problems carefully and find solutions for them.

We shouldn't also forget about his teasing side.

YES he is a big teaser.

He would focus on one of your habits and tries to act it in a silly way to make you feel shy and a blushing mess.

It is really appealing to him how you blush and poke his arm whenever he tease you.

♤C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You want to cuddle with him, then there's no problem he is ready 24/7 to give you affection.

Usually his cuddles are warm and comfy.

His comforting scent can surrounded your senses making you numb at his mercy.

But he doesn't do anything more than wrapping his arms around you.

Making you feel warm and loved, pressing his soft lips against your hair and forehead.

He doesn't mind to cuddle with you especially when he is exhausted from a long day of work.

You knocked his door knowing he is there in his room, you opened the door taking a peek if you're allowed to enter to your boyfriend's room." Can I enter leon?" He turned his head from his book that he was reading to you with an affectionate smile" ofcourse you can nunuche" you walked to the bed knowing he is waiting to finally cuddling you and inhaling your sweet scent." So how was your day?" He were already wrapping his comfy arms around you" I've missed you nunuche" you smiled turning your face to him" me too" then you take nothing from him than a sweet kiss on your lips.

♤D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

TBH I saw him like living with other residents but everything has changed when you walked in his life.

He wanted nothing but a private place for you both to have fun and be together.

At the beginning, he was daydreaming of you both having your own house.

And don't worry he is really good at cooking.

On the other hand he will help you with cleaning dishes,Washing and ironing clothes.

Also he would find it funny to put you up on his shoulders to clean windows when you can't reach to the top of the window.

He is really fair when it comes to cleaning like he would put turns on washing dishes after dinner or lunch, if you cook he will wash the dishes if he cook you'll wash dishes.

Probably you both will grow plants in the house to enjoy its own look and smell.

Certainly, he is a very responsible man who wants nothing but a smile on your beautiful face.

♤E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

To him you're the most wonderful person on the earth BUT he is too prideful.

He wouldn't break up with you because he is bored or because he find someone else better or he don't deserve you.

No no no do not understand him wrong mademoiselle he is a very patient man who believe in second chances BUT the only thing that would make him break up with you because you cheated on him.

Yes he would leave you in this point.

If you cheated on him with someone who is a loser he would call you a trash and move on quickly.

He is prideful, and he gives you EVERYTHING, his heart, body and his whole being and you cheat on him??.

He would never forget about that.

It was a long night after Napoleon discovered your relationship with that man, he were surprised and shocked. How would his nunuche, his beautiful angle, his home cheat? And on him? It was really hard to believe, he felt a hole in his chest his vision become unclear is it because of his tears or what? he cried by himself remembering every single detail about your relationship with him and then he started to analyze everything that happened the past few days when you become way too far for him to reach, is that why you make excuses to not spend your time with him? Someone who is nothing but a trash? it was really hurtful of you to do that to him.

He would wait until he get a strong evidence that you're cheating.

Then he will face you with that evidence.

It was a rainy night, the storm was roaring outside the huge mansion nothing alive there. The darkness was covering everything in the black hallway. Napoleon was waiting for you in the gazebo. "I'm here Leon" you called his name in a cheerful tone. "Oh, yes I wanted to talk to you about something very important" he talked in a cold tone that made you shiver. "About what?" You asked keeping your tone cheerful as much as possible. "You were detached from me at the last period dear Nunuche. And I was thinking if you still want to be my girlfriend anymore". You felt you heart aching, did he just know that you were cheating on him. His tone made every single nerve in your body to jump fiercely to what will come next. "Mhm, in fact I suppose that last period I recognized that too" you wanted to keep it cool. Napoleon stood, walking a few steps then looking at you with a cold stare. "Do you think that I'm stupid to not recognize that you was cheating on me?" That sentence hit you like the thunder in that night. "You can't hide it anymore because I saw you both at that house together doing the do". You tried to talk but your tongue tangled at his stare. He wasn't joking and you couldn't defend yourself he know everything." Why? What did I do to you?" His tone changed and now he was blaming you." Napoleon I-". "No I don't want to know anything just leave me y/n we are over" he made his way out from the room.

♤F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He is really firm and responsible about marrying someone he love.

Normally he would think to propose to you after 6 months from being in a relationship.

But he would also ask if you're ready to get married and have babies with him.

If you do not have any problem and you're ready he would gladly take your hands kissing them then telling you how much he want you to be his and his only.

BUT if you're not ready he would wait until you're ready but don't worry he wouldn't leave you he is patient with you.

Napoleon was planning on something the past few days. You rambled to yourself, probably he was overthinking about his duties towards people in the town and how would he protect them. The knock on your door waken you from your thoughts. "Who?" You asked "It's me sebastian" he answered. "Yes come in sebastian". The strict butler entered the room with a crimson envelope in his gloved hand "This is for you from monsieur dewahaha Napoleon". You took the envelope;opening it. "It is an invitation to a ballroom party" you told the butler who was looking at you. " But do you know where's Napoleon?" You asked "I think he'll attend the party and he told me that he will meet you there" he said. "Oh then I should prepare myself". Sebastian got out of the room so he can give you a space to prepare yourself and in the evening everything was shining in the dazzling ballroom. All the residents was there dancing,having fun time and smiling. Napoleon wasn't there yet. And you started to get worried."Comte" you asked the gentleman who was dancing with you, Comte smiled warmly at you "Yes Cherié?" The gentleman was waiting for you to talk "Do you know where's Napoleon? Sebastian told me that he would be here and I can't find him, have you seen him?" Comte stop dancing. In fact everyone at the dance floor stopped. Looking at you and Comte. "Maybe he is behind you" Comte turned you to face Napoleon. He was kneeling on one knee smiling at you, holding a beautiful ring in a crimson box. "Dear Nunuche, the light of my life, the fire in my heart I would ask you to give me the honor of being your husband and I would be happy till the day I die if you say yes" he asked politely. The crowd of people who was surrounding the both of you was waiting for your answer "Yes! Leon Yes I'm ready to be your wife every day till the end". He placed the ring in your finger and then he kissed your hand " I'm honored now, my life is sweet like you my dear Nunuche".

♤G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is Gentle and you can not ignore that whether you're his girlfriend, wife or even a lady who walk into streets.

Emotionally he wouldn't do anything hurtful to hurt your feelings.

He is always taking your hands kissing them, playing with your hair, braiding it.

Pressing his lips on your shoulder when you're washing dishes in the kitchen.

Wrapping his arms gently around your waist while you dance with him.

The only time he would be harsh with you is when he loose control over himself while love making but let's stay on the fluff side okay?.

♤H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I can see him like hugs.

And he would admit that since he want you to know how much he care for physical affection.

He would do it a couple of times a day like in the morning before you both leave your shared room, when he meet you at the mansion's hall and before sleeping.

When he feel particularly clingy he would make excuses just to wrap his arms about your waist.

Usually his hugs are warm and comfy, he will make you feel like you're wrapped with a fluffy blanket.

Sometimes he hug pretty tight make you breathless.

Also he'll make you feel safe and secure because he is a gentleman though.

♤I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It wouldn't take him too long to say it.

Like maybe after two months from meeting you.

And when he feel that you're ready to love and accept him with his dark past and loneliness he would say it with no shame.

That night were cold even though it is the spring season but you still feel those cold breezes against your warm cheeks, you wrapped you arms around your waist setting at the garden bench wondering how your life changed a lot in the past two months just when you heard footsteps sound you turned your head to saw Napoleon walking towards the bench you're setting on" So what are you doing there nunuche?" He said it while he set near to you side by side" Hmm nothing I was enjoying the night weather" you replied,all that cold inside you vanished when you're near him why? You were asking yourself. "Y/N" you looked at him, he was staring deep into your eyes with an endless passion "you know we have been very close to each other lately and I'm really happy that you decided to stay here with me I mean with us so I wanted to tell you how much I'm happy for you" you smiled at him with no reply "I know that it is really hard for you to forget about your past and live here like you don't have anything from that time-"

"No Napoleon no I'm really happy that I decided to stay here with you and you know what I couldn't-"

"Handle the idea of loosing you or not seeing you again Y/N! I feel like you became a part of me Y/N" He said "I'm really in love with you!" He said it with a clear voice and affectionate gaze, He cleared his voice "I love you!".

♤J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trust you with his whole heart but this doesn't mean he don't have insecurities.

When someone compliment your work like your cleaning or cooking skills he would feel proud of you.

BUT the only thing that would throw him of the edge when someone is trying to protect you.

This would hit him pretty hard.

He is the only one who is allowed to protect his dear nunuche no one else.

Seriously, when it comes to protecting you he is the first one to do that.

When someone offers him to protect you his pride will go from 0 to 100 in a second and you'd see the prideful Napoleon instead of sugar baby Leon.

I think that's because he'll doubt his manhood like he isn't a man to protect his beloved ones.

So he'll refuse any offer that makes you safe to only save you by himself.

And if he ever need someone's help he would call Jeanne🥺.

Hmm... let's talk about his cute side of jealousy if he saw you smiling for one of the residents and helping them instead of some alone time with him.

He'll pout and stare at the floor and avoiding your gaze until you cancel all of your schedule to spend time with him.

And he always succeed when he use that pout to tell you that he need you and he's ready to follow you through the whole mansion just to take a small kiss or a reassuring hug.

♤K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are warm and sexy .

If he is in a mood for making out he would kiss you French kisses.

It is like setting your body and heart on fire, you feel nothing more than delicious pleasure through your whole being.

Usually he love your lips a lot and he doesn't care about their thickness like if you have thin lips he would find it sexy to use his tongue inside your mouth a lot and if you have a plump lips he would bite them while kissing you.

His favorite place to be kissed his neck.

OH GOD just press your lips there and watch him burning.

♤L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is great when it comes to children.

He know exactly what he should do and if they made a mistake how he punish them.

Usually he act cool and strong around them to make them feel safe and in owe of his presence.

Other times he doesn't mind playing with them and make fun scenarios to make them laugh.

But when it comes on having children with you, he is ready 100% and responsible to grow a noble child who know how to fence and face their problems with bravery soul.

Also he can make a great father to your child.

He is loving and strict and both of you know how to deal with them.

I can see him falling asleep with your baby on his arms.

And when he reach the age that babies start to eat simple things he will offer to feed them with a small spoon and a bright smile.

He laugh when the baby starts to call him papa and he hugs the baby out of happiness.

Would never hurt the child's feelings and he love to treat all his children equally no matter if they're boys or girls.

I think he would love to have at least two kids because he can't handle the idea of you getting hurt and weak because of the pregnancy.

♤M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

The sweetest thing when he kiss you in the morning.

He'll garb one of your hands and wrap his other one on your waist pulling you close so he can have a kiss or two from your heavenly lips.

And if he is in the mood for cuddles, he would cuddle with you, whispering how much you're beautiful, strong and how much he is in love with you!.

If he feel playful he would grab your butt while cuddling you to see your reaction.

But if you're dense for him he would take things too far from just cuddles and sweet kisses.

You know what I mean y'all. Let's stay on the fulff side.

♤N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He is always tired from dealing with other people's problems in the whole day so he prefer to just cuddle with you and read something with you until you both fell asleep.

Other times when he feel particularly energetic he would take you for a walk in the forest.

Sometimes he would take you to restaurants to try dishes with him.

Cooking with him for the residents would be a thing too so expect him to do that with you.

He can often be really busy that he can't return home early and you would feel scared and worried for him and he love that so much.

Once you fell asleep on the couch while you're waiting him to return so he carried you to his bed then fell asleep too with his arms wrapped around you.

Also he fell asleep with you in front of the fire place because you both were tired so you both didn't bother to go to your shared room.

♤O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is obvious about his desires, past and his life in general.

Believing in honesty and equality he love to make his partner satisfied and sure about everything he does.

But when it comes to his feelings, he become a total mess.

Actually he need a partner who knows how to read people well.

If he ever felt sad or worried he would confront his partner about his feelings.

Also if you feel insecure about something don't be shy or hesitant to tell him how you feel.

He would love it when his girl is honest and doesn't hide many secrets from him.

And if you ever ask you about his past he'll talk about it with a stable expressions to not hurt your feelings when he mentions his past wives.

Or his kingdom, but trust me he isn't the type to hide a lot of secrets.

♤P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn't loses control over his anger easily.

It would take a lot of provoking from you or someone else to make him blow.

But once he lose control over himself you'll be really afraid of him.

Like you don't know him before because just when he get mad you'll watch a different new side of him.

I can't see him being mad at you unless you did something wrong that would threaten your life or you just cheated on him.

♤Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Napoleon have the ability to make you think like he didn't forget anything about you but actually he do forget.

He know exactly what he should do and remember to make you feel like you're his whole world but he can forget some unnecessary details.

He tend to forget unnecessary things about you like your favorite shop or your favorite actor because he think it isn't important to remember.

On the other hand he know that he should remember your birthday, your favorite food, your favorite Color.

And things that you hate like some vegetables type or someone that bother you yeah I'm looking at you theo,

♤R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is when you kissed him at the first time.He was really happy and excited about that.Also he love it when the moment is full of affection and passion.

♤S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective and supportive to the moon and back.

Actually he love to protect you and take care of you.

But if you don't like that you have to like it since Napoleon feels annoying and sad when you try to tell him to stop protecting you.

He's there for you always and he doesn't want you to fight your problems by yourself.

The way he protect you is the same way he guard a unique gemstone.

To him you're the whole world and he would put a lot of efforts to satisfy you and help you.

He like to be protected but not in a physical way.

Actually he love it when you try to protect him from his dark memories, from his past and from his loneliness.

The way you listen to him ramble about his day hours and hours and you don't get bored of that it is heaven to him.

The way you play with his hair while listening to him talking about his day and his head laying on your fluffy thigh this would hit exactly on the spot.

♤T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Let's see here, he know exactly the best time to make something special for you.In normal days he'll try to break the routine by having some indoors activities like cooking together and so on.On other occasions like your birthday he would throw you a big party and ask everyone to help him with that.

♤U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He would try with all his being to be perfect in your eyes.

And he don't want you to regret your decision of staying with him.

He usually doesn't show them to you and it take a very long time to discover them since he know how to hide them pretty will.

But I assume that he doesn't have lots of bad habits maybe one or two.

The first one is sleeping until afternoon.

The second one is when he talk while he's sleeping.

Other times when he had a nightmare he just scream and shout.

♤V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He care about his look but not to the point of obsession!.

He know how to take care of his hygiene so well.

Like his smell, his beard and mustache he shave them when they grow.

Also he love to take shower after sparring with Jean, after finish cooking and when he return from town.

Usually he have a sexy smell like wood with a hint of spices.

Other times he smell like grass and wet weather.

He doesn't really use a specific cologne he have many and he use them based on his mood or the celebration,

♤W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It depends on his partner more than him.

If you don't pay attention to his needs and you ignore them he would feel sad about that.

But let's say that you're really into him and you're head over heels in love with him so the answer would be yes.

He would feel lonely and empty without you.

The type of bf that would make excuses just to be at your presence.

He told you once that you're his other half and his soulmate so he can't really leave you for some silly reasons.

♤X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

No matter what eye color you have he will find it beautiful.

You have blue eyes he would love them, black? there is no problem, brown he is melting like chocolate in your presence, green he would stare at them then stare until he can't stare anymore.

He is really into long hair and he doesn't really care about the color.

Napoleon loves to see you wearing his jacket and clothes in general.

He find it adorable that you're so cute in his jacket or cape.

Also he is really confident about his look he know what part of his body you like.

You like his forearm he will reveal them to you just to make you stare then teasing you about it.

You love his eyes and look into them a lot he would feel shy at first but then he would tend on that.

His height oh GOD he would carry you to make you feel small.

Also he isn't ashamed of his look or your look no matter what you're and who you're napoleon would find beauty in you.

♤Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

When his s/o don't trust herself.

Napoleon admire strong and independent women so he wouldn't like it when his girl is too shy.

Also he can't really deal with emotional swings especially when his girl ignores him for no reason just because she felt like he would leave her, no no no he is always clear and obvious about his feelings.

On the other hand he wouldn't like gossip it make him feel like you're shallow with no brain.

He value women's kindness but not to the point that you can be naive and people take advantage of you.

He is really into someone who can balance everything.

♤Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He talk quite a lot when he is asleep.

And his morning kiss habits.

Also he might surprise you of new habits that you both created it together.

Like massaging his back a couple of times a week and rubbing any cream on his face for a good moistening before going to sleep.

Or when he play with your hair while he murmur sweet melodies into your ear.

That differently would be a positive habits before sleep and when you both wake up and it help your relationship to grow more with Napoleon.

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this post and if you want me to write for a specific suitor you can comment under this post.

Also I would thank @spoopy-fish-writes for allowing me to use her SFW alphabet❤🥺.

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly I finally finished you can read now😁.

Have a nice day/evening🦋🌼.

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lilicohirukoma · 2 years ago

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Pick your favorite AKs✨✨

Anxelin Fitzherbert ( the main character): The goth princess who acts tough on the outside but really sweet(and soft) on the inside.

Birthday: April 14

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: A

Anxelin is an introvert.

Li (Li'l) Shang: Anxelin's male best friend. Even though Shang's face looked more serious and modest ( sometimes poker face), he's actually one of the nicest, sweetest( and best) guys in the school and he's very generous and sincere. Precious idiot Anxelin calls him.

Birthday: November 16

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Blood type: O

Shang is an ambivert.

Prince Tyrone: Tall, dark and very handsome, the ladies man(AKA the F boy of their class), despite all that, Tyrone is very sincere and a complete gentleman. He's secretly in love with Anxelin.

Birthday: May 24

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Blood type: AB

Tyrone is an extrovert.

Li Lonnie: Shang's younger sister. She's one the nicest girls at Auradon Prep despite having difficulty showing her true self. Lonnie is called 'Cute Girl' because of her large eyes and her childlike face.

Birthday: October 12

Zodiac sign: Libra

Blood type: A

Lonnie is an extrovert.

Prince Aziz: The comedic relief and the lovable idiot, but deep down, he's compassionate and very caring. But don't his charming good looks fool you, Aziz still has his dad's stealing traits.

Birthday: August 14

Zodiac sign: Leo

Blood type: B

Aziz is an extrovert.

Ruby Fitzherbert: Anxelin's younger sister. Ruby is super bubbly( more than Lonnie) and a self taught artist. She's very encouraging and straightforward also too energetic at times.

Birthday: March 10

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Blood type: B

Ruby is an extrovert.

Herkie( Hercules Jr): The strongest kid at Auradon Prep and a complete big lug. He's very sweet, but also sassy and feisty and sarcastic.

Birthday: May 13

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Blood type: AB

Herkie is an introvert.

Marlon: The emo prince who always looked he some sort depression or anger issues, but deep down, he's actually sensitive and very gentle, especially towards Nizhoni.

Birthday: September 18

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Blood type: O

Marlon is an introvert.

Nizhoni: The Native American version of Lonnie, she's more sensitive and takes things to heart way too seriously and a daydreamer.

Birthday: January 29

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Blood type: A

Nizhoni is an extrovert.

Emilie: One of the best girls; strong minded, independent and free spirited. Sometimes, negative minded people get the best of her causing her to be a bit vulnerable.

Birthday: July 13

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Blood type: AB

Emilie is an ambivert.

Princess Nina: The introvert(and the wallflower), anime lover princess, easily the best girl that nobody( not even Jamilah) deserves.

Birthday: May 24

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Blood type: AB

Nina is an introvert.

Princess Jamilah: One of the most beautiful girls at Auradon Prep and very confused in terms with her feelings between her current boyfriend, Chad and her secret crush( turned love) Li'l Shang. She's very sophisticated and a really nice girl who wants nothing more than adventure and fun, also she's not afraid to show off her true self( especially around Shang).

Birthday: December 16

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Blood type: A

Jamie is an extrovert and sometimes introvert.

Last, but certainly not least....

Yi-min: The mini Yao and sometimes called the Chinese version of Anxelin. Again, one of the best girls with a dark and sad story.

Birthday: April 7

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: O

Yi-min is an extrovert.

Note: Marlon is the son of Merida, Nizhoni is the daughter of Nakoma, Emilie, daughter of Esmeralda and Phoebus, Nina, twin sister of Tyrone and daughter of Tiana and Naveen, Jamilah is Aziz's sister and Yi-min is Yao's daughter.

First of all, Nizhoni stole my birthday!! Call the police!! Only one person born on January 29 can exist smh. This does make me a little bit biased towards her.

You already know I like Li'l, the others that caught my eye were Prince Aziz, Emilie (I can relate to her) and Herkie!

I am kinda curious what you think about all my characters now 👀

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auradons-trash-heap · 2 years ago

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Since Descendants will never use these unknown/rare book kids, I'll take care of them.

Anxelin Fitzherbert ( the main character): The goth princess who acts tough on the outside but really sweet(and soft) on the inside.

Birthday: April 14

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: A

Anxelin is an introvert.

Birthday: November 16

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Blood type: O

Shang is an ambivert.

Prince Tyrone: Tall, dark and very handsome, the ladies man(AKA the F boy of their class), despite all that, Tyrone is very sincere and a complete gentleman. He's secretly in love with Anxelin.

Birthday: May 24

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Blood type: AB

Tyrone is an extrovert.

Birthday: October 12

Zodiac sign: Libra

Blood type: A

Lonnie is an extrovert.

Prince Aziz: The comedic relief and the lovable idiot, but deep down, he's compassionate and very caring. But don't his charming good looks fool you, Aziz still has his dad's stealing traits.

Birthday: August 14

Zodiac sign: Leo

Blood type: B

Aziz is an extrovert.

Ruby Fitzherbert: Anxelin's younger sister. Ruby is super bubbly( more than Lonnie) and a self taught artist. She's very encouraging and straightforward also too energetic at times.

Birthday: March 10

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Blood type: B

Ruby is an extrovert.

Herkie( Hercules Jr): The strongest kid at Auradon Prep and a complete big lug. He's very sweet, but also sassy and feisty and sarcastic.

Birthday: May 13

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Blood type: AB

Herkie is an introvert.

Marlon: The emo prince who always looked he some sort depression or anger issues, but deep down, he's actually sensitive and very gentle, especially towards Nizhoni.

Birthday: September 18

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Blood type: O

Marlon is an introvert.

He's the son of Merida.

Nizhoni: The Native American version of Lonnie, she's more sensitive and takes things to heart way too seriously and a daydreamer.

Birthday: January 29

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Blood type: A

Nizhoni is an extrovert.

She's the daughter of Nakoma.

Emilie: One of the best girls; strong minded, independent and free spirited. Sometimes, negative minded people get the best of her causing her to be a bit vulnerable.

Birthday: July 13

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Blood type: AB

Emilie is an ambivert.

She's the daughter of Esmeralda.

Princess Nina: The introvert(and the wallflower), anime lover princess, easily the best girl that nobody( not even Jamilah) deserves.

Birthday: May 24

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Blood type: AB

Nina is an introvert.

She's Tyrone's twin sister.

Birthday: December 16

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Blood type: A

Jamie is an extrovert and sometimes introvert.

She's Aziz's younger sister.

Last, but certainly not least....

Yi-min: The mini Yao and sometimes called the Chinese version of Anxelin. Again, one of the best girls with a dark and sad story.

Birthday: April 7

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: O

Yi-min is an extrovert.

Very cool!! Do you have stories with these characters?

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diavolosthots · 4 years ago

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hi lovely! hope ur doing well 💕💕 so excited that ur requests are open AHH!!!

but how would the brothers react to MC denying their kisses as a lil prank to see their reaction? [got inspo from this tik tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePw8TLe/ if you wanna see] I imagined some of them would be a bit desperate and thirsty like the guy in the vid hehe.. not sure if u done the idea before but I thought it'd be fun!!

this is my first request for anything here so I hope I did it right ahh love ur writing btw and hope u have fun with ur requests!! 🥳🥳

I cannot put into words how much I absolutely despise that tiktok trend and I'd slap a bitch if they tried that on me. But anyway welcome to the blog! 🎉

Warning: slight NSFW

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC denying them a kiss for a tiktok prank

Lucifer:

First of all, he despises that app with a passion and he despises it even more ever since you made it a point to pull him into these ‘trends’. Do you think he has time for this? The only trend he somewhat enjoyed was the iced coffee one. You know, where they make that foamy milk or whatever it was, and only because he loves coffee. Anyway, the minute you lean in to kiss him, he’s ready. Talkin’ about hands tightly on your hips, pulling you closer, ready to meet those cute little puckers and then-- nope. Absolutely not.

“You have two seconds to come over here and finish what you started and if you even think of posting that video I’m not only taking your phone privileges, but I most certainly will take your orgasm privileges.”

Mammon:

He’s a sucker for kisses. He’s also a sucker for tiktok, but he’s mainly on car tiktok and *gasp* shocker, baking tiktok! That’s right, he finds baking videos to be super interesting which is both weird and kind of cool; maybe he’ll pick up a few recipes and make them for you! Anyway, he’s about as excited as a puppy when you come over to kiss him. “Hell yeah babe, come here so I ca-- HEY!” and then you don’t ??? What kind of bullshit???

“MC come back! Get yer ass back here!!”

Leviathan:

This boy daydreams about you 24/7 and he feels so lucky every time he has the chance to talk to you, to hold you, and especially to kiss you. He gets super flustered every time, too, and he does these silly tiktok trends with you because they make you happy. Secretly, he hates them and he wishes they’d just stay between you and him but he also doesn’t want to dictate your life. Anyway, when it looks like you lean in to kiss him, he’s already flustered as all hell and his eyes are squeezed shut tightly, awaiting impact. And then it never happened. And he’s even more flustered and embarrassed now, especially since you’re laughing.

“Oh… heh… of course you wouldn’t… my mistake.”

Satan:

Satan is in the same boat as Lucifer except that he will search tiktok for cute cat videos and cute cat videos only. He’s completely oblivious to these trends because he could honestly care less. He’s done the savage one with you before and only because your ass looked mighty fine in it, that’s it. However, he watched you set up your phone before you came over to him and thus he knows this is some type of prank. So, when you lean in to kiss him, he’s actually the one pulling away with a grin and pushing you away.

“Can’t prank the prankster, kitten.”

Asmodeus:

Oh he loves that app! He’s done about every major trend on that stupid app and his account has a couple million followers. It’s both sad and fascinating how obsessed he is with those videos, but hey, at least someone other than the people he already knows can stroke his ego. Anyway, he’s already seen this trend and he’s waiting for you to pull it on him, but before you could even lean in he’s already laughing like crazy, leaving you confused. He ends up stealing a kiss anyway before moving over to your phone and waving into the camera.

“Oh dear… did you mean to post this? We should do one for my account, too!”

Beelzebub:

Bless his soul. He only recently discovered food tiktok and he swipes away as soon as he sees a video that isn’t food related. Looked like a chocolate covered strawberry, is actually a kissing exercise = swipe! Honestly it’s precious how he’ll spend hours on there. Sometimes he goes onto the workout part of tiktok too and does some new workout routines but it’s mainly just food so Beel didn’t see it coming when you pulled the prank on him. As a matter of fact, he’s rather hurt when you pull away from the kiss and a big pouty lip will form.

“I won’t force you… but I was really looking forward to that. Can I have one?”

Belphegor:

You think this demon has time for tiktok when his sleep routine is at stake? He hears you scroll through the videos sometimes but he could honestly care less about all of that. Every once in a blue moon he’ll ask you to pull up some cute puppy videos but even that is rare. Anyway, when you lean in to kiss him, he has already gotten his eyes closed and is awaiting the sweetness that is your lips. And then they never come. And then he sees the phone in his face and he gets mad, taking it from you and throwing it across the room before pulling you on top of him.

“I knew there was a reason I hated that stupid thing. Kiss me or that phone will stay broken.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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cream a little dream of me; knj

➺ pairing; kim namjoon x reader

➺ genre; lveb!universe, you’ve been asking for this and i’m finally here to tell you that this is smut! nsfw! 18+! oral sex (receiving)! dirty talk! namjoon has a dirty mouth and y/n is into that!! y/n’s a great listener and namjoon is very into that!! also frosting is involved somewhere

➺ wordcount: 8.9k

➺ summary; y/n has a wet dream about namjoon and yoongi just wants to help his best friend get laid.

➺ what to expect; “it’s not a big deal or anything, but, uh... when were you planning on telling me about that nice little dream you had two weeks ago?”

➺ optional reading: here’s the link to la vie en bonsai if you haven’t read it yet or if you just want to experience the story all over again!

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to say the least, yoongi is… confused.

in the three years that he’s been friends with you, he likes to think that he’s seen every single one of your emotions

but this?

this is different somehow… yet he can’t quite put his finger on what’s so different about it...

he’s seen elated y/n

he’s seen devastated y/n

he’s seen infuriated y/n

he’s seen stressed out y/n

but this y/n?

the starry-eyed and constantly looking like you’re day dreaming y/n?

he can safely say he’s never seen this version of you before and it’s a little concerning because now he has no idea what the protocol is

even back when you guys were in university you practically never daydreamed during lectures

you were always focused on the professor and whatever powerpoint was playing on the screen with a concerning amount of intensity

one time, yoongi put his hand over your eyes just to be funny and you nearly snapped his wrist off

“okay, seriously?” yoongi waves his hand in front of your face for the fifth time in half an hour before shaking his head gently, “what’s gotten into you?”

you blink quickly when you snap out of your little daze, looking at him and setting the bowl of batter down on the counter before checking out the damage you’ve done

you’re supposed to fold this batter

not whIP it

now it’s ruined and you’re going to have to start all over!

“i don’t know what that batter ever did to you, but you might need to take it down a notch before you sprain your wrist…” yoongi trails off, leaning over a little and wondering if he can get away with dipping his finger in for a teeny tiny taste

sure, he might get salmonella or whatever from ingesting raw eggs, but it’ll be worth it

“also, what are you even making?” he frowns, gesturing to all the items splayed on the counter, “because there are like ten different things going on here-”

you look around the kitchen before reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

you... don’t really have an answer for him

there’s bread dough over here

three bowls of frosting (chocolate, cream cheese, buttercream) over there

some chopped up peaches on the cutting board

the puff pastry is de-frosting in the fridge

there’s a pie baking in the oven at the moment

you just finished greasing up a mini cupcake tin

and don’t forget about the bowl of batter you’re currently whipping the life out of

(let the record show that you have no idea what you’re making. you have no clue what this batter is for. and why’d you take out your set of food-colouring dye??)

you just needed to let off some steam and this is the only way you know hoW

“isn’t this great? working out in the comfort of my own personal gym…”

both you and yoongi look over towards the kitchen door when you hear jin’s voice ring through namjoon’s laptop from the living room

yoongi perks up in interest when you suddenly scurry over to spy at namjoon through the crack of the door before he gets up to follow you

“yeah, easy for you to say-” namjoon grunts as he pushes himself up off the ground so he can clap his hands together quickly before his palms land back on the ground in a solid thump

he thought push-ups were already awful as is so he wasn’t very pleased when jin told him to start doing them with claps in between each set

also, jin has access to a full-blown gym in his house, but namjoon doesn’t have any access to actual weights so he’s had to resort to using jugs of water instead

it’s actually working out pretty well!

he took the sweeper part of the broom off and then used a lot of duct tape (and patience) to tape the jugs to both sides of the pole

he felt like he was mulan from that one part of the movie except mulan is probably physically stronger than him

“you know, i’m surprised he hasn’t smashed his face against the floor yet...” yoongi snorts as he continues to peer at namjoon over your shoulder

he waits a couple seconds for you to respond but frowns when you let out a short little sigh while keeping your eyes glued on your sweaty boyfriend

...

see?!

you’re doing it again!!!!

you have your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and your eyes have gone all lidded and hazy

your grip around the edge of the door is really tight and your knuckles are going kind of white

good god

yoongi narrows his eyes suspiciously before jabbing your shoulder roughly, “hey. what are you thinking about?”

you shake your head a little too quickly for his liking before turning back around and brushing past him to get back to the counter

huh

okay

something’s up for sure

he doesn’t know if it’s good or bad or whatever but he’s going to find out

your cheeks and the tips of your ears are a little flushed now which is even more interesting

what could possibly be going on in that little noggin of yours?

“tell me what you were thinking about.” yoongi sits back down on the stool as he stares you down across the counter, “y/n- look at me.”

“i’m not-” you glance up at yoongi for a quick second before looking back down, “nothing!” you mutter, your arm starting to move faster as you continue whipping the mystery batter

yoongi immediately points to the ball of dough sitting a couple feet away from him, “tell me what you were thinking about or i’ll eat that ball of raw dough right noW-”

“-!” you set the bowl down before scrambling to move the dough out of yoongi’s reach

he’s eaten raw dough before (it was raw cookie dough and he took bites of it every time you turned to face away from him) which resulted in him suffering for like 48 hours and you’re not taking any chances

“you can’t keep secrets from me.” yoongi deadpans, “aren’t we best friends? don’t you trust me?” he bats his lashes at you before pushing his bottom lip out in a pout, “because i certainly trust you… and you, out of all people, should know how hard it is for me to trust someone…”

your eye twitches

you know he’s only saying all of this to butter you up so that you’ll inevitably give in and tell him what’s going on... and you hate that it’s actually working...

look at that face!

those cheeks!!!

those eyes!!!!

“i…” you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you contemplate whether it’s a good idea or not to tell yoongi what exactly’s been going on with you lately

if you tell him, he’ll stop bugging you about it

then again, if you tell him, he might keep bugging you about it

but he’s already suspicious of you so it seems like you don’t really have a choice...

this is really a lose-lose situation, if you think about it

...damn.

“hey, do you remember that time you were crying really hard and i made you feel better by telling you that i kind of sort of loved you...?” yoongi mentions casually while inspecting his nail beds, his eyes flickering up towards your face for a quick second to see your reaction

he bites back a smirk of success when he hears you let out a sigh

ha HA

hook, line, and sinker bABY

“okay, fine, but-” you slam the bowl down on the counter before placing your hands on your hips, ”it’s a secret. between us!” you gesture for him to come over to you

“god, finally-!” yoongi nods enthusiastically and hops off the stool before scurrying over to join you at the other side of the counter

you lift your hand up so the side of your mouth is covered and yoongi reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist, grinning excitedly as you whisper something into his ear

…

yoongi’s jaw drops

holy shit

no wonder he hasn’t seen you act like this before!

this isn’t elated y/n or disappointed y/n or excited y/n

a new player has entered the ring

this is HORNY Y/N

“you… little… horndog!” yoongi cackles with glee as he claps his hands together wildly, “you, y/n y/l/n- you had a wet dream?!”

you feel your anxiety spike at how loud yoongi’s being and you make a gesture to try to get him to use his inside voice but he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to you at all right now

“wow...” yoongi laughs lightly, crossing his arms as he looks up towards the ceiling, “i mean, welcome to puberty, i guess. a bit of a late start if you ask me, but either way i’m actually pretty proud of you for basically creaming your-”

“shh!” you quickly shove a spoon into yoongi’s mouth and he spits it out immediately

it falls onto the counter with a clang

to be honest, you actually don’t remember too much of the dream

flashes of namjoon’s head in between your legs and his strong arms wrapped around your thighs pinning you down pop into your mind every now and again to taunt you

but other than that

nothing!

it’s just that joon’s been working out a lot lately (jin’s trying to get in better shape because of one photo where the shadow made it look like he had a double chin and it traumatised him) so it makes sense that he’s turning into an actual beefcake now

the other day you accidentally busted a bag of icing in your hands after squeezing it too hard because you were watching namjoon doing bicep curls with the milk jugs

his arms just….,,.

you want to bite into them

or dig your nails into them

or just look at them!

you would be perfectly content with just staring at them 24/7!

now, the issue here is that you...

you don’t really know…

you don’t know how to initiate things with namjoon

it’s awkward!

…on your end, that is

since getting together, you and namjoon have had plenty of heated make-out (and slight groping) sessions but you always end up chickening out as soon as you feel things starting to escalate

you just get nervous that you’re going to do something wrong and it’ll pop the love-bubble you guys are in right now!!

and you really don’t want to pop anything!!

and namjoon, being the sweet, kind, caring, considerate, wonderful, absolutely flawless boy he is, never has an issue with it because his number one priority is making sure that you’re comfortable

he’s totally okay with moving at your pace!

but after the last couple of times where you’ve left him high and dry, you notice that he either a) puts a pillow over his lap almost immediately and tries to change the subject or b) waddles off to the bathroom for a ‘pee break’

you feel awful knowing that you’re blue-balling him but you don’t want to take things further if there’s even a slight possibility of you ruining things

so... yeah!

your only stress reliever has been baking which isn’t new

you’ve stress baked before but this is a nEW type of stress baking

this is the most chaotic level of stress baking there is because everything’s just a disorganised MESS

“you know what, it actually makes sense now,” yoongi reaches up to stroke his chin in thought before nodding to himself, “you’ve been acting so weird lately that i thought i did something wrong- and it turns out you’ve just been excruciatingly horny this entire time-”

“lower your voice!” you hiss, hurrying over to the door to make sure namjoon’s not listening in to what should be a private conversation if yoongi wasn’t so damn loud

he may be in the living room but who knows how far your voices can travel??

you peek out to look at poor namjoon who looks like he’s just about ready to pass ouT from exhaustion

he lets out an almost animalistic growl as he pushes himself up off the ground one last time and you feel a tingle in your southern region

if you were a cartoon character there would be gigantic hearts pumping out of your eyes, your tongue would roll out of your mouth like a red carpet, and a horn would be blasting aooga in the background

“okay, well - you can’t not tell me about what happened in it.” you turn back around to face yoongi, “give me all the details!!!!” he wiggles his brows as he leans down and folds him arms atop the counter, “and get real nasty with it because i haven’t had sex in months-”

“no way!” you scoff before crossing one arm over the other to make an ‘x’ sign at yoongi, “no! i don’t remember anything.”

“you’re lying to me.” the smile on yoongi’s face drops and he scowls at you, “you totally are!”

“am not! it’s true.” you chirp, nodding satisfactorily when yoongi doesn’t respond

good

the topic has been dropped and now you can focus your attention back on this weird, runny batter you’re still beating the life out of

“...what about if i guess?”

you pause

oh no

you don’t like that idea at all

you don’t get a chance to shake your head nO before yoongi starts listing out all your possible wet-dream scenarios

“he was finger-fucking you.”

“you were sucking him off?”

“he was eating you out!”

“69? you on top? or was it him on top? …no, it was probably you on to-”

“a classy combination of tongue and fingers? ooh, quick question- how quickly did dreamjoon find your g-spo-”

“missionary! can’t go wrong with good ol’ fashioned missio-”

“doggystyle? cowgirl! reverse cowgirl? or was he kind of, like, spooning you from behi-”

“ooh! plot twist! you gave him the strap-”

“butt-stuff! butt-stuff?? butt-stuff but the plug had a tail on- oh-ho, it was butt-stuff, wasn’t it-”

“something with a belt? something with cuffs? something with leather?”

“roleplaying! he was a sexy gardener with a big ol’ hose and you were just an innocent wittle twree-”

“was he rawdogging you?”

your eyes immediately widen and you look up at yoongi for the first time since he started rambling, “wha- WHAT is that?!”

rawdogging??

that sounds like it’d give you carpet burn for some reason

“sex without a condom.” yoongi states as if it’s the most obvious fact in the entire world, “duh.”

god

boys are so

boyish!!!!

“why not just say that instead??” you ask incredulously, tilting your head

yoongi snorts, “well, because rawdogging sounds way hotter-”

your face screws up immediately, “does it really, though…?”

yoongi pauses before his face lights up, “aha! so dreamjoon WAS rawdogging y-”

“crude!” your entire face is bright red at this point and you hurry over to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen blueberries out of the freezer (for what purposes? you have no idea.)

“you think i’m being crude?” yoongi scoffs, “i think you’re being a prude. okay, lemme see what else i can think of-”

“yoongi, literally no one asked you to list-”

“were you grinding on his-” yoongi pauses again, “you know, like dry humping?” he hums before pushing himself up off the counter and placing both his palms flat on the surface of it, “i mean, i guess i can see why that’d be hot, you know, with clothes being restrictive and all- oh! were you getting off on his thigh? because a couple of girls have done that to me before and it was actually pretty hot AND since namjoon’s dna consists of 80% plant he basically has tree trunk thighs-”

“okay, i don’t remember too much-” you grab yoongi by the arm to yank him back in so you can whisper in his ear again

yoongi listens attentively

…

you clear your throat before shoving yoongi away to make it seem less suspicious if namjoon just so happens to come into the kitchen at this very moment

“surprisingly simple, but it does the trick, that’s for sure…” yoongi hums as he strokes his chin thoughtfully, “damn. i hyped it up way too much. that’s actually a pretty boring dream compared to what i’ve dreamt about, now that i think about it-”

you can’t help but roll your eyes as you open up the bag of blueberries

…what did you pull these out for again?

“well, what’s the problem?” yoongi frowns, “you guys are already dating. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to do stuff. if a girl told me that she creamed her panties because of me, i’d be ecstatic!”

“stop saying it like that-”

you feel a little weird talking about this with yoongi

he’s always been comfortable telling you about his sex life but you prefer to keep your intimate details private

it’s not that you don’t trust him or anything, because obviously you do, but… you’d feel more comfortable if you talked about this with a girl-friend, you know?

guys just don’t understand!

“i don’t know how to…” you shift in your spot, “ask.”

yoongi scoffs in response and crosses his arms, “y/n- namjoon is a man. men are simple. do you remember the other week when you invited me over for a breakfast and you dropped the spatula on the floor?”

you nod before tilting your head curiously, “…why?”

yoongi clears his throat

now he’S the one who looks slightly uncomfortable

“well...” he clears his throat, “namjoon was wearing sweats and i swear i wasn’t purposely looking- my eyes just happened to be looking downwards in that general direction naturally-”

“yoongi-”

“the man’s dick twitched in his sweats when you bent over, alright?” yoongi blurts out and your eyes immediately widen, “my point is: men are simple- painfully simple creatures. so... just ask him!”

you frown

just ask him??

was he even listening to you??

you just told yoongi you didn’t know how to ask namjoon and his advice was for you to ask namjoon

that’s like taking someone who doesn’t know how to swim and immediately tossing them into the OCEAN with a punctured life-ring

“god,” you roll your eyes before flicking your wrist at him, “just forget i told you!”

“hey!” yoongi gawks and shakes his head, “i can’t forget! now my only purpose in life is to get you some head-”

“jesus christ-!”

you jump ten feet into the air like a cat that’s just been sprayed by water when the kitchen door suddenly swings open and a sweaty namjoon stumbles in

“i think there’s sweat dripping into my contacts-”

“namjoon!” yoongi spins around in his stool and props his elbows up on the counter, “what a coincidence! we were just talking about you, my man…”

yoongi looks over at you with a cheeky grin and you shake your head stiffly before turning to get the jug of water from the fridge for namjoon

“oh yeah?” namjoon huffs as he places his hands on your hips from behind, sliding past you to grab a clean glass from the dish rack, “what about?”

“just about how…” yoongi looks back at you quickly and you shoot him a glare

he wouldn’t…

would he??

(he absolutely would.)

any word of your conversation and you’ll skin him alive

“-hard you’ve been working out lately!” yoongi chirps, “i mean, it looks like you were trapped in a washing machine-”

“oh, god. trust me, it’s so not worth it, i’m in so much pain-” namjoon winces and shakes his head, “you’re welcome to go and take my place if you want-”

“absolutely not-” yoongi snorts, “first of all, it’s the holidays, and everyone knows you don’t work out during december. also, you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to do a push-up. i’m perfectly happy with my somewhat doughy centre.” he pats his tummy with a happy hum and you can’t help but giggle

silly boy

namjoon laughs lightly before pausing to chug down some water, “i wish i could say the same. unfortunately, jin’s not giving me a choice-”

“sweaty!” you whine when namjoon suddenly wraps an arm around you from behind before kissing your cheek and he frowns playfully when you swat at his forearm, “and sticky…”

“relax, i’m about to hit the shower-” he nudges his nose against your cheek before pulling away, “and then i won’t be sticky and i’ll smell like peaches-”

“i should probably go, too.” yoongi gets up from his seat, “i just ordered my dinner and it’s going to arrive at my apartment in like half an hour.”

“wait!” you hold a finger out before turning to open up the cupboards for a tupperware box, “take some pie with you…”

»»————-　☁️　————-««

“still coming friday?” you ask as you watch yoongi put his shoes on

you asked yoongi if he would be interested in helping you decorate the apartment on friday (aka you told him he didn’t have a choice and that he had to come and help you whether he wanted to or not)

“mhm.” he glances up at you, “still ordering pizza?”

“mhm.”

you reach down to pat the top of yoongi’s head gently just because you want to and pauses in the middle of tying his laces to reach over and jab your stomach

“i know the main focus is decorating the place for christmas but i think you guys are going to love the nature documentary i picked for us to watch while-” namjoon chimes in but shuts up quickly when you and yoongi exchange knowing glances, “what?”

yoongi looks back up at you with a raised brow, “…does he really have to join us?”

“no choice.” you shrug casually and namjoon’s jaw drops

wha-

“oh, hold on-” yoongi gets up off the ground before patting his pockets down with a frown, “i think i left my keys in the kitchen… can you go and get them for me?”

you nod before turning to hurry to the kitchen

you don’t want him to get another parking ticket

it’s only after you disappear into the kitchen that yoongi swiftly pulls his keys out of his back pocket with a jingle

namjoon opens his mouth to say something but yoongi quickly holds his hand out to shut him up

“야 남준아- 어제 니 여친이 니 꿈 꿨데~ (y/n had a sex dream about you).” he chirps and gives namjoon two firm pats on his surprisingly firm chest before his eyes widen in surprise, “어우 딴딴해 운동 열심히 했나보네! (woah, you really have been working out! good man.)”

“yeah, i-” namjoon chokes, “wait, wha-”

“y/n, i found my keys! my bad!” yoongi calls out and gives you a thumbs up when you come out of the kitchen, “see you losers on friday!”

he gives namjoon a grin and a light punch to the arm before swiftly turning on his heel

namjoon’s eyes are as wide as saucers as yoongi shuts the front door behind him and he blinks rapidly before turning to look at you

you tilt your head at him curiously and namjoon swallows before offering you a sheepish smile

oh, boy.

»»————-　☁️　————-««

namjoon hasn’t been able to think straight since it was revealed to him that you had a sex dream about him.

it’s been an entire week that he’s learned this new piece of information and it’s been weighing verY heavily on his mind!!

when he wakes up his first thought is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

when seokjin’s rambling about god knows what the only thing in his mind is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

the last thing he thinks about before he goes to bed is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

and then his imagination conjures up what could’ve happened in your sex dream which is very dangerous because he has an overly-active imagination

it sucks that he doesn’t even know the details of the dream because stinky yoongi ziPPed off before he got a chance to squeeze the truth out of him!!!

and he hasn’t mustered up the courage to ask you about it because… how is he even supposed to ask you about it in a casual, non-confrontational way?!

he doesn’t want to embarrass you or anything like that!!

the only reason why he’s only slightly nervous about the whole situation because he doesn’t think he… oozes sex appeal?

so it was more than surprising to find out that you had a naughty dream about him

he’s like 90% leg and 10% dimple for crying out loud

and it’s not like he hasn’t done anything before, because he has, but it’s just different because it’s… you.

you’re his girlfriend and if he flubs this up the first time around then it’d be even more embarrassing than if you were just some random girl!

“말해줘여어 (you have to tell me).” namjoon whips around from where he’s standing by the tree, cradling the box of baubles to his chest, “you have to!”

“싫어 (nah).” yoongi shakes his head, tossing a kernel of popcorn into his mouth only for it to bounce off his cheek and onto the couch

he purses his lips before kicking it under the coffee table

it’s fine

the dust bunnies will get rid of it

“말해줘여어! (you have to tell me!)”

“야 안돼 (no way).”

namjoon clenches his jaw and sets the box down onto the floor promptly before balling his hands into fists and setting them on his hips, puffing his chest out

...

“아 왜여어어어~ (why not??)” he whines, deflating and resisting the urge to stamp his foot and throw an actual tantrum

“아니 비밀이라고 했으니까 그렇지! (it’s not my thing to tell! and i can’t betray y/n like that-)” yoongi shrugs as he keeps his eyes glued on the screen, “by the way, you didn’t even choose a cool nature documentary. what are we even watching?? the guy’s been talking about seaweed for the past ten minutes-”

“what do you mean it’s not your thing to tell??” namjoon scoffs, not even paying attention to the fact that yoongi just insulted his favourite nature documentary about plants in the ocean, “형이 먼저 말 꺼냈잖아! (you were the one who told me that she dreamt about me in the first place-!)” he snaps

“잠깐만 (wait, wait-)” yoongi sits up quickly, a couple kernels of popcorn rolling off his chest and falling onto his lap, “일주일이 지났는데 아무것도 안 했단 말이야?? (are you telling me that you… it’s been a whole week and you haven’t done anything about it??)”

namjoon shrinks down before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “노 코멘트 (…no comment.)”

“킄 정말로? (really? wow.)” yoongi snorts before shaking his head and leaning back against the couch, “both of you- i mean, both of you deserve each other, seriously-”

namjoon resists the urge to flop down on the couch dramatically, “아니 뭐라고 말하는 거예요 (well, i’m sorry, what am i even supposed to say-)”

“아�� 그러지좀마 걍- (you don’t have to say anything, all you have to do is-)”

“yoongi!” namjoon and yoongi look over when you stick your head out around the kitchen door, “cream cheese or vanilla?”

“vanilla, duh.” yoongi raises a brow

you should know by this point that he prefers vanilla frosting over cream cheese!

halfway through the documentary you decided that you were going to make a carrot cake

(and yes, part of the reason why you made that decision was because you were bored of the documentary and wanted to do literally anything else, but you’ll never admit that to namjoon in case it breaks his heart)

namjoon stays quiet until after you disappear into the kitchen again and then he turns to face yoongi with both of his hands clasped together, “말해줘요오! (you have to tell me, c’mon!)”

“말해주면 제발 다른 거 보면 안 될까? (if i tell you, can we watch something else?)”

namjoon scowls

“아 됐어요 도와줄 거라도 있는지 확인 해볼게요- (fine, forget it. i’m gonna go see if y/n needs any help.)” he steps over the boxes of decorations on the ground before turning to look back at yoongi, “부엌에서 필요한 거 있어요? (you need anything?)”

“아니 (nah.)” yoongi responds before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, “oh! actually, see if y/n would be willing to make little carrot cupcakes instead of a whole carrot cake. holding a tiny little cupcake in my hand makes me feel like a giant.”

»»————-　☁️　————-««

“knock, knock…” namjoon knocks on the kitchen door quietly before pushing it open, “everything going okay in here?”

he smiles when you look up from the bowl and beam at him, “hi!”

“hi-” he comes in and shuts the door behind him, “you need any help?”

“help? from you?” you giggle lightly and shake your head, “i’m good.”

ever since he accidentally poured salt into your batter that one time he hasn’t been allowed to help you

:-//

“yoongi changed his mind, by the way.” namjoon gestures back to the direction of the living room, “king min would like cupcakes now.”

your shoulders immediately droop and you gesture to the already greased cake-pans sitting on the side

what a waste!

“hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” namjoon raises both his hands in defence before shrugging, “the man wants what he wants.”

you resist the urge to go out there just to throw the cake pans at yoongi

you’re definitely going to force him to wash everything for you later

“also... you’re just doing this to get out of watching the nature doc, aren’t you?” namjoon wraps both his arms around you from behind and leans down to prop his chin up on your shoulder

you could’ve helped with the decorating, but somehow everything looks better when namjoon does it

he hung a big red bow on your front door and it looks great!

you pause in the middle of shredding carrots before letting out a nervous chuckle, “whaaat? no...”

“it’s about the types of plants in the ocean!” namjoon points out, “is that not cool?? plants are cool.”

you shake your head no almost immediately

not cool

two and a half hours of someone talking about grass that lives in salty water?

not cool at aLL

“how’s the decorating going?” you ask, giggling lightly when namjoon nudges his nose under your jaw before planting a kiss against your neck

“it’s going fine… yoongi isn’t helping, obviously. i handed him one bauble to hang and he hooked it on the collar of his hoodie and told me he’d do it later.”

“mm.”

a brief moment passes where the only sound that can be heard is the carrot you’re shredding against the grater

namjoon purses his lips as he thinks about what yoongi just said to him

...

fuck it

“hey, can i ask you something?” namjoon sighs, smiling in delight when you suddenly turn your head to press a sweet little kiss into his cheek

“mhm!” you turn back, continuing to grate away

“it’s not a big deal or anything, but, uh... when were you planning on telling me about that nice little dream you had two weeks ago?” namjoon asks cockily, biting back a grin when he feels you freeze in his arms

it’s at this moment that the fact that you had a wet dream about him has finally sunk into the depths of his brain and now he’s actually feeling... really good about it

you had a sex dream about him

what’s not to love?

he can almost hear the alarms wailing in your head

and now that he’s got the ball rolling- he’s not as nervous as he thought he’d be!

as a matter of fact... this could be fun.

“w-” you clear your throat quietly and the half-shredded carrot drops into the metal bowl with a muted plunk, “i- what dream? i didn’t have a dream about you.”

he knows you’re trying to play it cool but he can see how tightly you’re gripping the grater and he can feel your ears getting hotter against his cheek

“i never said the dream was about me.”

oh, shit

you messed up

“so...?” namjoon moves your hair to the other side before leaning in to plant a warm kiss under your jaw, “this dream that you had… about me. tell me what happened in it.”

you swallow thickly, the gears working overtime in your brain as you try to come up with some kind of an excuse to get yourself out of this situation

you know that now isn’t the most appropriate moment to be thinking about this but you’re 100% going to slaughter yoongi the moment you get a chance to

the secret ingredient to make these cupcakes taste good will not be love

it will be BLEACH

you can’t believe he ratted you out like that!!

how embarrassing!!

“you were-” you cough, “um, you were… you… we…”

oh boy

this is already a train wreck

this is exactly why you didn’t want to tell namjoon about it!

because you know yourself and you knEW you were going to get all flustered and twitchy bringing it up

“well, i was-” you pause, “i was sitting on- sitting on the counter-”

“this one right here?” namjoon’s hand leaves your waist to pat the surface of the counter lightly and you nod gingerly, staring down at his obscenely pretty fingers, “what else?”

“that was it.” you blurt out, “the end!”

namjoon steps back a little and spins you around quickly before pressing you up against the counter, “what else, y/n?”

he traps you in between his arms and you fight the urge to explode into a million bits

oh god

okay

just tell him!

just SAY it

it’s time to get it over with!!

“you were…” your eyes flicker downwards and your nose scrunches slightly

you really don’t want to say it but you don’t think you can back out at this point because you’ve already said too much

“…eating me out.” you force out before averting your gaze and looking off to the side

you really wish there was a better way to say that because the phrase eating me out just sounds so… in your face, you know?

namjoon swallows thickly

so you had a dream about him eating you out?

“y/n, there’s really nothing to be embarrassed about, i promise-” namjoon laughs lightly when he notices your entire face starting to go red

you let out a particularly pathetic whine before leaning your forehead against his chest and gently shoving at his (firm) abdomen

“what’s the problem?” he asks, rubbing comforting circles into your back, “i think about you, you know.”

“you’re just saying that…” you mumble, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “you’re lying...”

“no, i’m serious!” namjoon pulls away to look at you, “i… i think about you. i think about things.”

you blink twice

he thinks about you

he thinks about things

he thinks about you?

he thinks about things??

…what kind of things does he think about?

“y-you do?”

“of course i do.”

“oh.”

a moment of silence ticks by

“i think about a lot of things, y/n.”

“like what?” you look up at him, the corner of namjoon’s pretty mouth curling upwards

“you really wanna know?”

“yes.” you respond a little too quickly before clearing your throat quietly, “…please.”

“hm.” he smiles, “as polite as always-”

you gasp in surprise when namjoon suddenly lifts you up and plops you down on the countertop in one swift movement and your stomach flutters at how effortlessly he just did that

wowie

he places both hands flat on the surface on either side of you before looking up at you with his head tilted slightly

you keep your hands folded in your lap, nervously picking at the worn edges of the sweatshirt you’re wearing (it’s namjoon’s coffee-coloured sweatshirt that you ‘borrowed’ from him)

“mostly about fucking you into the headboard.” namjoon confesses, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth when he notices the way your eyes flicker

you definitely seemed to like that idea

“i think about your fingers pulling at my hair when i have my face in between your legs...” he hums, trailing a finger up from your kneecap to your thigh, “i think about how pretty you’d look bent over the counter for me. i think about the sounds you’d make, how soft your moans and gasps would be… i especially like thinking about you moaning my name. i think about you riding me wearing nothing but that cute little apron of yours - you know, the one with the little honeybees on them?”

“apron’s in the.. in the washing machine.” your breathing’s become a bit more shallow and you haven’t blinked in nearly a minute so it’s safe to say that he has your attention

“you know… i think you know what you do to me when you walk around wearing nothing but one of my sweatshirts and a pair of panties, or when you come out of the shower wrapped in a little towel because you ‘forgot’ your clothes in the bedroom…” namjoon murmurs lowly, “and don’t think i don’t notice the way you look at me whenever you suck frosting off your fingers.”

“frosting?” you whisper, namjoon nodding as his eyes flicker down to your lips briefly

your tongue pokes out to swipe over your bottom lip for a split second

“that’s right.” the metal bowl scrapes against the counter as namjoon drags it over and you jump in surprise at the feeling of the chilled metal bumping up against your bare thigh

“you think you’re so innocent, don’t you?” namjoon chuckles lowly, lifting the spatula up before swiping some frosting off of it with the side of his thumb, “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?”

“i don’t…” you trail off, going cross-eyed when namjoon’s hand comes closer only for his pointer finger to tap at your bottom lip

“you do. open.”

you’re just a little thrown off because namjoon’s never... you’ve never seen him like this before

he’s never spoken to you like this before

he’s never looked at you like this before

you’re certainly not complaining, of course

“you taunt me because you like to-” you can’t seem to break away from namjoon’s gaze, the side of his pointer finger hooking underneath your chin as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, “i know you do it on purpose.”

almost immediately, the taste of sweet vanilla frosting washes over your palette

“you want me to think about you, don’t you?” namjoon swallows a groan when you start sucking, your cheeks hollowing slightly as your tongue swirls around his thumb to make sure no frosting gets left behind, “you like the thought of that? like leaving me high and dry because it forces me to use my own imagination?”

(admittedly, yes. a little part of you likes the thought of you completely consuming every corner of namjoon’s mind... just a little part, though.)

you nod slowly in response with glazed over eyes and namjoon clenches his jaw

fuck

he flattens his thumb down on your tongue to get you to open your mouth a little more for him and hums contently when you do so obediently

a thin line of spit stretches from your tongue to namjoon’s slick thumb as he pulls his hand away and you don’t even get a chance to register whatever that moment was before he’s leaning forward to slant his mouth over yours

namjoon kisses you purposefully, pulling you closer to him as you fist at his shirt tightly

he savours the faint sweetness of the frosting left behind on your tongue and can’t help but smile when he hears you whimper

“can i tell you something?” namjoon pulls away only to start sponging kisses to your neck and you tilt your head to the side for him

“uh-huh, y-yeah-” you nod quickly, slinging an arm around his neck to keep him close while the other hand grips at his shoulder

your eyes roll to the back of your head for a split second and you can’t help but quietly mouth an ‘oh my god’ to yourself because you never knew it could feel this good to have your neck kissed

“i think it’s hot as fuck that you had a wet dream about me,” namjoon groans lowly and you immediately feel a zing! of electricity travel straight down south from the sound of him speaking to you in such a deep, gravelly voice, “and you definitely don’t have to be shy about asking me to touch you… because i’m very willing to do so.”

“i want you to- w-want you to touch me-” you stutter, feeling your cheeks warm from hearing those words come out of your mouth, “want it so bad-”

your eyes pop open when namjoon suddenly pulls away and you frown, instantly missing the feeling of him being pressed up so tightly against you

“lift your hips-” namjoon pushes the bowl of frosting to the side before tapping two fingers on your upper thigh, “-up off the counter.”

your brows knit together in confusion

why would you-

your eyes widen in realisation when it dawns on you what exactly is happening here

“w-what-” you glance at the (for the most part, closed) kitchen door frantically before looking down at joon, “but yoongi’s in the-” you turn back and jump in surprise when you see that namjoon’s face is right in front of yours

you’re practically nose to nose with him

“i know.” namjoon leans in to give you a quick peck before pulling away with a particularly smug grin, “so you’re just going to have to stay quiet for me then, aren’t you?”

you WHAT

“why don’t we get these off, hm?” namjoon hooks a finger into the waistband of your shorts and gives it a gentle tug

you look at the door once again and then back at namjoon, who offers you an innocent little smile as if he didn’t just suggest going down on you on the kitchen counter with your friend in the room next door

okay

think about this!

think about this with your logical brain and not your bonk horny brain

would you rather see your very hot boyfriend’s face in between your legs or would you rather send him away so you can continue making a cake for your very picky friend?

…

you plant both palms on the counter before raising your hips a little, namjoon grinning in victory before yanking your shorts down in one go

if you would’ve known this was going to happen today you definitely would’ve worn a sexier pair of panties

white cotton is boring!!!

also you know this is the wrong time to be thinking this but you’re wondering if it would be possible to rope yoongi into a shopping spree at victoria’s secret next week because you’re going to need better looking panties if namjoon’s going to keep springing these spontaneous sessions on you

“cute.” namjoon hums, poking at the little blue bow that sits at the centre of the waistband

your breathing stills as he slowly lowers himself to his knees in front of you and you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest at the sight alone

“soaked right through…” namjoon observes quietly, turning his head to press a kiss to the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh, “i’ve barely touched you, baby.”

you jolt in surprise when he runs his thumb slowly up your slit through the thinned fabric of your panties, though he stops right as he’s about to reach your clit

so close yet so, so painfully far

you nudge him with your foot, “you’re teasing.” you swallow thickly, namjoon offering you a boyish grin as he tilts his head, pushing his bottom lip out in a mocking pout

“aw… am i?” he coos, and you shiver when he leans in to press a kiss over your clothed clit, “i’m sorry, darling… that must be so hard for you…”

“and you’re being mean.” you murmur, namjoon chuckling to himself as he pulls your panties down your legs

“am not.”

“are too.”

“am not.” namjoon perks a brow, pushing your thighs apart gently, “take it back.”

“no wa-!” your back immediately straightens as if a jolt of electricity just shot straight up your spine at the first feeling of namjoon licking one long stripe up your centre, and you fight back the urge to snap your legs shut

that’s.,., new!

very new

very new feeling

you’re certainly not against it and it’s not a bad feeling

it’s just…

new

“good?” your breath wavers when namjoon hums against you, your eyelids fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue slowly pressing in deep, “hm?”

namjoon slips his tongue in between your folds before sliding it flat and straight up to your swollen clit, grinning to himself when you finally give in to pleasure and lie back on the counter

you whimper, rolling your hips down towards his mouth as he drags his tongue over your slit in repetitive strokes before flicking his tongue over the top of your clit

it’s too much and not enough at the same time, your legs instinctively starting to squeeze shut around him

“nuh-uh, baby…” you find that you can barely move, namjoon’s fingers digging into your thigh as a warning as he keeps your legs open, “keep them spread for me.”

namjoon watches your reaction intensely, finding pleasure in the way that your chest rises and falls quickly and in the way you twitch every now and again

from here, he can see the way your brows furrow and the way you bite and tug at your bottom lip in a poor effort to keep yourself quiet

“you can use your words like a good girl, can’t you?” namjoon teases, two fingers rolling tight little circles into your clit as he watches you, barely blinking, “tell me how good it feels…”

“good- ungh, feels good-” you whimper, hips bucking up against his fingers desperately

namjoon looks down to see you practically dripping onto the counter

jesus

he would’ve done this a lot sooner had he known you’d be acting like this from his touch

“fuck me,” namjoon groans suddenly, and all of a sudden it seems like everything’s moving ten times faster than before, “you look so fucking hot right now-”, he wraps his strong arms underneath both your thighs before yanking you closer to him, practically burying his entire face in between your legs

your right leg gets hitched up over his shoulder and you quickly sit back up, digging your fingers into the soft strands of namjoon’s hair as his tongue laves back and forth against your folds

your back arches and you tilt your head up towards the ceiling, namjoon instinctively pushing his clothed crotch against the bottom part of the counter for some kind of relief

he’s so painfully hard from just hearing you hold back moans and watching you squirm and twitch

you remind yourself to loosen your grip on namjoon’s hair because you’re worried that you might accidentally rip some strands out and leave him with a bald patch, but namjoon obviously doesn’t seem to mind as he doubles his efforts and starts to lick and and suck with tremendous fervour

“fuck, you taste good-” he curses, his right hand sliding underneath your sweatshirt to cup your bare breast before he pinches and rolls your nipple in between his fingers

he drags his tongue down to circle around your tight hole and you jerk immediately, “oh my god-” you pant, overwhelmed by all the different feelings your body is experiencing at this moment, “that feels so-”

your bum is teetering on the edge of the counter at this point because namjoon’s basically pulled you off of it and you reach down to grip at the edges so you don’t fall off

“gonna cum?” namjoon murmurs, eyes locking on your face almost immediately as he feels you starting to squirm underneath him

he really wants to watch you cum

“j-joonie, god, don’t stop-” the arm wrapped around your waist tightens around you and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues his torturous onslaught of pleasure, “i-i- nngh- namjoon-!”

“i’ve got you, baby… you can cum…” namjoon feels himself twitch in his sweats upon hearing you moan his name like that

the thought of gagging you with your own panties to mute your moans briefly flits through his mind but... he wants to hear you moaning his name over and over and over again

he wants to make you scream for him

when it happens, you practically bite your bottom lip off trying not to cry out in ecstasy

namjoon has to hold your trembling thighs open to keep them from snapping his head right off

your hips buck lazily as you quiver around namjoon’s hot tongue, your body glistening in a sheen layer of sweat as you bask in the slow, rolling waves of ecstasy

you lie back down against the counter, chest heaving beneath your sweater as you stare dazedly up at the ceiling

oh, wow

you watch as the ceiling fan whirrs around and around and around

you feel like you’re not physically here right now

like your soul left your body and you’re just floating in the air like a bunch of particles

“-!” you twitch when namjoon carefully wipes you off with your panties before setting them onto the counter next to you

you slowly prop yourself up onto your elbows so you can look at him, feeling your cheeks flush when you see that he’s looking right at you

you’re not sure why you’ve gone all shy again as if his tongue wasn’t licking you out ten seconds ago

“hi, pretty girl...” he smiles, his dimple popping up in his right cheek, “welcome back.” he jokes, rising to his feet while keeping your right leg propped up onto his shoulder

he turns to give your ankle a kiss before gently bringing your leg down and helping you sit up

“that was really something...” you wrap your arms loosely around his neck as he grasps your hips before leaning down to give you a sweet little kiss

“oh yeah? did i live up to dreamjoon?” namjoon teases, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before pinching the apple of your cheek

“you did a much better job than dreamjoon.” you hum, and it’s only then that you’re aware of the very prominent bulge pressing into your centre, “but i... i wanna make you feel good, too…” you murmur, namjoon biting back a groan when you nudge your bare centre against him, a darkened splotch now staining the front of his sweatpants “and…” you lean upwards to whisper something into namjoon’s ear

...

holy shit

yes please

“yeah, shit, we can definitely do that-” namjoon hates to admit to how horny he is but he can’t help it when you go around saying stuff like that to him, “we-” he pauses suddenly, eyes going wide in panic, “oh, shit!”

“wh- what??” you look around the kitchen frantically before grabbing the closest thing to you as a form of defence (a silicone whisk)

“friggin’ yoongi-!” namjoon hisses in pain as he adjusts himself in his sweatpants, “i forgot about yoongi-”

okay

a little weird of him to be thinking about yoongi while he’s touching his-

“oh my god, yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hopping off the counter with wobbly legs

namjoon hands you your shorts and you quickly wiggle into them before pulling your sweatshirt down

you completely forgot that yoongi was in the room right next to you guys and that last moan of yours wasn’t exactly quiet

and you know that yoongi might not have a lot of knowledge when it comes to baking, but you’re sure that he knows enough to know that practically screaming namjoon’s name out loud isn’t a key step in achieving a fluffy cake batter

“we weren’t doing anything!”

the two of you stumble out into the living room and you file through your brain to come up with some kind of a logical excuse as to why you’re hot and sweaty and why namjoon’s hiding his lower half behind a kitchen towel and how in the world those two facts are related to his precious carrot cake cupcakes

you pause when you notice that yoongi’s nowhere to be found

the documentary’s still playing on the TV, the boxes of tinsel and baubles have been completely abandoned, and there’s nothing but a blue sticky note sitting on the couch

taking a nap in my car. text me when you guys are done being horny. also - you’re welcome.

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🎁what would you like from ceenta this year? 🎁

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salvadoerena · 2 years ago

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Tim/John TMA whatever ones you want 😅

Anon you know not of what you've done......

1. Who most initiates PDA?

Tim, absolutely. Jon gets flustered bc he's sooooooo concerned about workplace appropriateness but Tim's like lol ur hands are so cold boss here let me help.

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Jon's a toss-and-turner and Tim likes to starfish in his sleep. They've figured out that if Tim just starfishes on top of Jon, it works like a weighted blanket and they BOTH get better sleep at night.

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Oh soft and tender absolutely. You look me in the eyes and tell me Timothy Stoker would not be full on romantic with his boyfriend. Tell me. Tell me. Look me in the eyes. Tell me.

4. How did they first meet?

In research, obviously. I think they were both looking into similar artifacts and called each other up for cross-references. Jon had meticulous notes on his things that were super helpful for Tim, and Tim's rubber ducking actually helped Jon think outside the box.

5. What is their love language?

Absolutely physical touch. like Tim's touching Jon all the time but Jon puts his hand on Tim's shoulder one (1) time and Timothy's like "wow I think I'm going to black out now."

6. When did they realize they loved each other?

Hmmm. I'm torn between right after Jon hires him on as an archival assistant or post-worm. It's complicated.

7. Who is more sentimental?

Timothy absolutely. Then it gets relegated to Jon after the, uh, Stranger Theatre Incident.

10. What are some non-sexual activities they do together?

Kayaking.

And tbh DnD and going to concerts (I will go down with The Mechs being Jon's college band).

11. Which member is more physically affectionate?

Timothy.

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate?

Timothy.

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

Jon. Tim has Hawai'ian shirts a-plenty for him.

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

Both! Tim gets him to go out a lot, but he's also content just to stay home and hang out with Jon. Even when they go out though, he knows not to push Jon's limits too bad. He doesn't always manage to read those limits correctly, though, but he tries.

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

Ok. Seasons 0-2 it's Jon as impulsive and Tim as voice of reason. Season 3 is flipped with Tim as the impulse and Jon as the reason.

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Jon stays up way too late and Tim has to lift him up like a bag of grapes.

17. Who fell in love first?

Tim absolutely. He had an entire daydream about confessing in the rain and everything.

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

They text and video call. Granted, neither of them can be away for TOO long since they both work at the Magnus Institute, but you know.

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

Tim, canonically.

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Both are quick to speak, but Tim is faster to listen.

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Jonathan Sims THE WHOLE PODCAST IS THE EMBARRASSMENT JONATHAN CRINGE (Tim thinks it's cute).

23. Who overthinks the most?

Jon.

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

Jon. Tim's a little too laid back to be anything more than casually/recreationally competitive for fun.

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

Jon.

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

For Tim, it's glasses and a tape recorder. Not even necessarily because Jon wears them (or not, depending on ur image of em), but because they're nerdy in his mind, like Jon's nerdy.

For Jon it's any gaudy Jimmy Buffet thing.

29. What is their sex life like?

Mmm...not nonexistant, but certainly not, uh, there. Jon's not really that into it, but I imagine he's willing to go to a point with Tim.

Tim on the other hand has a very lucrative relationship with his hand.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Tim is absolutely 1000% cheek and nose. He thinks it's cute. Jon's just cheek.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Smooth, but extremely rocky during seasons 2-3.

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

Badly.

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Both of them have nightmares and both of them shove those nightmares into a little black box labeled "mental breakdowns for a later date."

37. What do they like the least about each other?

Tim thinks Jon takes work too seriously, not in a "you shouldn't care about work" way but in a "work is seriously getting in the way of you living a healthy life" way. Jon wishes that Tim wasn't so...underhanded with how he did his research, sometimes. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

38. What was their most memorable date?

Ice cream date. How could Timothy forget about emulsifiers? And Jon was utterly amazed by Tim's ability to not only stack six flavors on top of each other on the cone, but also eat said flavors before they melted.

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

Look if TimJon was there for What the Girlfriends, they would be going on double dates like there's NO TOMORROW.

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Jon, absolutely. Tim adores everything about him.

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asking-jude · 3 years ago

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Hello Jude!

asking this in a few different places so don't worry if you see this elsewhere!

Need Advice. Might make an account on the website if I need more, but for now just here. I'm gonna ramble a little, bear with me ;;

I'm aroace and currently have what is pretty much the world's WORST gush/smush (platonic/cedural crush) EVER what do i do about it!!!!

i'm not particularly interested in getting into any kind of qp relationship with him due to several factors, (including that even if i was, it'd most likely be a firm "no" lmao)

I just need advice on how to handle these feelings!!!

i'm really reallllly attached to him and attracted in several ways (not rom & sx ofc) and lately it's been hard to stop thinking and daydreaming about him 24/7.

TL:DR = Aroace, madly in qplatonic love w a friend of mine, completely obsessed & infatuated & idk what to do

thoughts??? ;;

Do you want free mental help? What about remote, pay-what-you-want counselling? Visit askingjude.org.

Sounds like you certainly care very much about this guy and feel very close to him. It’s a wonderful thing! It’s still possible for friends to have a great degree of emotional intimacy and mutual affection (physical or emotional/verbal) towards each other because romantic relationships are not the end-all-be-all of human relationships.

I think what often happens in amatonormative cultures is that friendships are seen as placeholders, practice rounds, or consolation prizes for romantic relationships. Amatonormative cultures have practices and ideas that center romantic love and relationships and prioritizes them over other relationships; these cultures tend to reward romance-seeking behavior over friendship-seeking behavior or other types of relationships because romantic love is often valued important than platonic love in these cultures. What these cultures miss is that romantic relationships cannot meet all of our social and emotional needs as humans. This is okay because humans are complex creatures with a diverse array of needs; putting all of that on one person is just unfair. Perhaps some of your own discomfort comes from feeling some of that pressure.

In other words, I think you might need a different word here than friendship because I don’t think that it encompasses the intensity of your feelings. There’s nothing wrong with feeling such a desire for emotional closeness and emotional intimacy; friendships and familial relationships can certainly get pretty deep! Perhaps these are what you look for in your relationships with people.

You seem to have a good aroace vocabulary already; I think browsing this will help diversify it some more to help you identify your feelings: https://www.aromanticism.org/en/attraction-relationship-terms

In addition, the Greeks have several names for different types of love. Perhaps one of these works for you: https://www.wellandgood.com/greek-words-for-love/. #2 and #4 seem like they apply to your current situation.

Are you familiar with the Netflix show Big Mouth? It’s a funny show about teenagers who are going through puberty accompanied by hormone monsters and other creatures. It’s for adults, though, so if you’re still a minor, please, ignore the link that I’m sharing here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoDrHF8BJTc.

This video is about Jessi and Ali, two characters who become friends over the course of the show, and bond over a shared cause. Jessi isn’t quite sure if what she feels is romantic love, but she knows it’s not an ordinary friendship; she feels too close to Ali to say they’re “just friends,” but she isn’t quite sure if it’s even a crush. Perhaps this will help you better make sense of your own feelings.

I think it’s okay to talk to him about your feelings and let him know he means a lot to you. What kind of person wouldn’t want to know they have such a dedicated and caring friend like you? By that same token, remember that friendships aren’t exclusive like most romantic relationships; people can (and should) have at least a few friends so that there’s not too much pressure on anyone. Why not ensure that you two always have some quality time together? Pick a day or an event to go to and make it a regular thing for just the two of you; you get your needs met without turning your friendship into something neither of you want. (If you aren’t ready for a QPP, that’s okay; just remember that every QPP is as unique as the people in them.)

Friendships are often seen as so simple and uncomplicated because children form them so quickly, but that’s because they form from people being in close proximity to each other for so long; building genuine, healthy bonds takes a lot more effort than just being in the same building all day. When you’re an adult (especially), friendships take time and effort to grow and blossom because you have more going on in your lives other than going to school, doing homework, doing chores, etc. Sounds like you’re willing to foster a great friendship with this guy!

Feel free to come back if you have any other questions.

Socially-distanced hugs, Angelica Barile

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#ask #advice #mental health #friendship advice #love advice #relationship advice #lgbtq advice #aroace advice #ace #aro #lgbtq

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charming-2d-boys · 4 years ago

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May I get a sort of part two to Chrollo and Hisokas twin where Chrollo encounters them doing hot girl clown twin shit and his S/O is matching with Hiso and commiting crimes against humanity a la sibling bonding time- if that makes sense!

Oh my god, poor baby... he's gonna go bald because of the twins mostly Hisoka 😂

Thank you and I hope you’ll like it! 🙇

And yes, this is now a series 😂

A/N: couldn’t really come up with something where Hisoka’s twin would do something as crazy as him and hurt people just for fun, so I had to think of something more... fun and innocent that would still count as sibling bonding time 😂

Word count: 2080

Parts: One, Three ...

Taglist: @some-weeb-chick

It had barely been two days since Hisoka’s arrival and due to some so-called “business in town”, he couldn’t – or wouldn’t - leave yet. He actually seemed to be settling in quite nicely.

Much to yours and Chrollo’s chagrin.

While he wasn’t staying with you, Hisoka was still a pain in the ass almost 24/7. He’d tried to convince you to stay with you, as your guest, even being okay with sleeping on the couch. And Chrollo was, honestly, terrified of the idea of you accepting and what Hisoka staying with the two of you - for who knows how long - would mean: no way of getting some privacy, the bathroom being occupied for longer because of Hisoka’s rigorous beauty routine, the food being eaten at a faster rate, Hisoka’s whining and complaining, plus his silent threats and glares whenever you and Chrollo would do anything other than stay away from one another (preferably in other rooms).

Luckily, even you knew that what Hisoka wanted was something you weren’t willing to accept, so you told him (nicely) that he’d have to go to the nearest hotel. He could afford it, it wasn’t very far away from you and he could call if he ever needed anything. Of course, Hisoka complained loudly and you rolled your eyes as Chrollo was on the couch, reading, while you and your twin brother were in the kitchen, trying to discuss quietly and rationally. Keyword being “trying”.

“Hiso, I know you better than anyone else. And I know exactly how it would be to have you stay here. You’re my brother and I love you, but if I find your make-up over my vanity one more time or I find my favourite sweets gone, I think I’ll smother you with a pillow in your sleep.”

“I won’t leave my make-up there then~ ♦️”

“But you’ll keep eating my sweets. Anyway, that wouldn’t matter much. I know what you’re trying to do and believe me, it won’t work.” You smiled as you raised an eyebrow, waiting for his comeback. Chrollo smiled as he heard you. Well, if he thought Hisoka was annoying, then you were an amazing person for putting up with him and knowing exactly what to do and say to put him in his place.

“But I’m not trying to do anything~ ♠️”

“Yeah, sure, and I’m the Second Queen Duazul. You’re not fooling me, Hiso, you know that~” You winked before patting his cheek as if he was a child. “Call me if you need anything~” You said as you picked your intact sweets and taking a seat next to Chrollo, whose arm went around you as he continued reading and you watched TV, resting your head on his shoulder and munching on your treats. Hisoka felt like grinding his teeth at the display, but sighed in an aggravated manner and left to pack the things he’d slowly (and purposely) laid around your place to wordlessly establish that he’d be staying with you.

A few hours later, Hisoka, reluctantly, left your place, with you and Chrollo, who was holding you from behind, bidding him farewell for the night. You swore he moved and packed everything slowly, just trying to stall until it was too late and to make you take pity on him and let him stay the night. A deduction, which was actually correct, and that made your boyfriend chuckle. You were great at detecting and intuiting what your twin’s plans and thoughts were. And you were definitely the better one (in pretty much every way) if Chrollo was honest.

He was honestly glad that he got to spend time with you without being interrupted by Hisoka’s immaturity. Despite the ongoing plan of finding a Nen Exorcist, with your twin still around, Chrollo was getting just a little bit restless. He couldn’t use his Nen, he was worried about the Spiders and he was still grieving for those he’d lost. Hisoka dilly-dallying wasn’t making it any better.

Almost a week later, Chrollo was just coming out of a bookstore, a bag, with a fresh batch of books (most of them bought) for the two of you, slightly dangling as he kept walking. You were out with Hisoka, spending your time together since you’d told him about how fussy he could get if he didn’t receive his dose of attention from you. Again, another thing about Hisoka that seemed so natural to you and that amused Chrollo greatly. Hisoka certainly didn’t look like the type who would listen to you, yet some things are never what they seem to be.

At the sight of one of your favourite coffee shops, Chrollo entered with the intention of surprising you with one of your favourite desserts after dinner that night. You were always so adorable in his eyes when you’d hug him tightly while thanking him for doing something like that for you. And he appreciated whenever you’d share it with him, despite Chrollo not having much of a sweet tooth. But you were too cute when you were so happy sharing something you liked with him.

Chrollo left, already a bit excited for the night from his little daydreaming session, before he stopped and looked to his right, where one of the biggest parks in the city was situated. That bloodlust couldn’t be anyone else’s.

“Take this!” Your boyfriend heard your voice, his eyes widening a bit as he saw Hisoka jump, a smile on his face. The water balloon hit the spot where he’d been just a second before. Another series of them followed, some exploding from Hisoka’s cards, letting the water fall over other people, while some were grabbed by his Bungee Gum and thrown at you. One hit you in the side and you laughed as you prepared more ammunition. Some people were cursing and grumbling while others were amused. The kids around the two of you seemed to be having fun, at least. You were only targeting Hisoka and wanted to make the kids laugh whenever you hit him. Hisoka, on the other hand, kept dodging, letting some of your water balloons hit unsuspecting people…because that’s how much of a jerk Hisoka was. Though, you were always quick to yell out apologies between your running and laughter.

Chrollo kept staring, stuck between a mix of emotions: adoration, curiosity and even a bit of fear for you. You were almost like a kid yourself: laughing, having fun, running around and playing. Hisoka’s eyes glanced at Chrollo, almost as if he knew he’d been there the entire time, and smirked. Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, almost challenging him to do or say something, before he covered his mouth to prevent himself from smiling too widely when one of your balloons hit Hisoka straight in the face. He couldn’t help smiling when he heard you laughing as one of the kids high-fived you, with another telling you how cool you were.

Hisoka glared at you, half playfully, his hair now down and dripping with water, while his make-up was smudged and running down his cheeks. He easily grabbed some of your water balloons with his Bungee Gum and brought them to his side, making you gulp.

“That wasn’t very nice of you~ ♣️” You gulped at his sickly sweet tone as you took a step back, urging the kids to move out of the way. Hisoka could be…unpredictable sometimes, even if you knew him so well. Chrollo took a few steps forward when he sensed the increase in bloodlust. You might’ve been twins, but he knew that Hisoka wasn’t just anyone. Chrollo was scared you might get hurt, despite being Hisoka’s twin and only family, and he felt helpless knowing he couldn’t do much, if anything, to protect you if needed be.

Sensing the increasing bloodlust, people started exiting the park or at least pulling back, leaving you to face your twin brother at the same time your boyfriend was getting closer to the two of you. Seeing his approaching figure, you glanced at Chrollo as you took a defensive stance, ready to protect the both of you if Hisoka tried anything. You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you – too badly, at least – but you weren’t so sure about Chrollo.

Hisoka had made it pretty clear that he wasn’t too fond of Chrollo, though none of them seemed to tell you why. You chalked it up to Hisoka being the protective brother while Chrollo was just your polite, but defiant boyfriend when it came to your relationship since he wouldn’t break up with you just because of your brother.

“Hisoka, don’t do anything stupid or I swear…” You threatened him, the open palm of one hand facing your boyfriend to make him stop before he came too close.

“You’ll do what, exactly, hm~? ♦️”

“Beat you up like when we were kids.”

“That was only once, (Y/N)~ ♥️”

“I can still beat you up, wanna see?” You smirked, ready to take him on. You had your own water balloons ready, using Gyō to see where your twin brother’s Bungee Gum was. The moment he took a step forward you jumped releasing some of the balloons, one exploding and splashing the side of his leg while most of his balloons blew up as soon as he released them in the air, most of the water pouring over you and also Chrollo, though he managed to avoid most of it by jumping away.

Chrollo sighed when he saw that you both moved further away from him, luring Hisoka as well, though he did throw a few more towards him, trying to hit your boyfriend. Which he managed once, making Chrollo look at him with a deadpan expression as his soaked shirt clung to his skin.

By the time you were done and coming to your boyfriend’s side, you were smiling widely as water dripped down from the top of your head to your soaked clothes as you gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him smile a little.

“I won!” You laughed as you looked at him happily before glancing at Hisoka, sticking your tongue out childishly while he glared back, though there was a smile on his face.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I let you win~ ♠️” You laughed before nodding, rolling your eyes when you turned back towards your boyfriend. He squeezed you closer to his body with a quirk of his lips, despite the wet clothes becoming colder, which in turn made you both shiver a bit before you started feeling warmer.

“Care to tell me what this was all about, love?” Your boyfriend asked, the two of you still hugging while Hisoka wiped his ruined make-up off his face, though his attention was on the two of you. He didn’t like how close you two were to one another. He should’ve bound Chrollo with his Bungee Gum and hit him with all of the balloons. The thought made him smile creepily.

“Hiso, stop smiling like that and thinking whatever you’re thinking or I’ll really kick you.” You said calmly as you picked up the bag with the books before Chrollo gave you the one with the dessert instead, taking the heavier bag himself while grabbing your free hand. You both started walking back towards your house, Hisoka rolling his eyes as he started walking back to the hotel.

“I’m coming for dinner tomorrow~ ♥️” He said as he waved at you. You stopped walking, turning around before getting one last water balloon out. Chrollo watched the two of you, internally sighing. You were both so childish and immature sometimes… Well, it was another side of you that he loved.

“No, you’re not. Me and Chrollo are going on a date tomorrow.” This made your twin brother stop and turn around slowly, though he sighed irritatedly when he felt the water splash him right in the middle of his chest. He could’ve moved, but he didn’t feel like it anymore. His mood soured just because of what you’d said. “And no, it’s not negotiable. I didn’t get to have lunch with my boyfriend today and while it was fun, we’re both cold and soaked. Talk to you later, Hiso!” You waved with a kind smile.

“So, how about some tea when we get home?” You turned towards Chrollo, with him glancing triumphantly at your brother as you both started walking again, leaving your twin to watch your backs as you were getting farther away from him.

“Sounds perfect, love.” He replied as he kissed your temple, the slight increase in Hisoka’s bloodlust making him smirk.

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