#but it does make him very flirtatious which can backfire on him when he's in a relationship but is away on tour!

[ladyseidr]

happy sinday here's the flirtation headcanon post which def has some suggestive themes lmao. some aren't exclusively abt flirting but who cares lmao

very good at flirting, but maybe a little blunt for some people's taste

knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it

absolutely will speak French if she thinks sb will find it attractive

big physical flirter—both in a body language sense and in a touch sense ( def has this in common with my william )

technically uses flirtation to keep her distance at times. she doesn't have trust issues per say ( er. well. unless it's post-divorce lmao ) but she has a habit of hesitating to commit at the start of a relationship. she will blow off questions of dating / etc with noncommittal flirting at first

cannot start a flirtation with a stranger to save his life

however: if sb else starts flirting with him, he can usually match the energy and actually isn't a bad flirt

gets significantly better at flirting with sb he has an established relationship with. he loves good flirty banter with someone

loves a good flirtation mind game. he won't initiate one, but he will play into it HARD. yes, it is unhealthy. yes, he does know that. no, he had no plans on changing

will use jealousy and / or challenging his partner as a flirtation tactic "against" them ( if relevant ). not in an immoral way ( as in, he's not going to actually flirt with someone else or something shitty like that ), but he will like. bring up that someone hit on him for literally no reason other than to make his partner jealous and hopefully get fucked out of his mind

( which is to say, yes, jealousy turns him on. and also he himself is extremely jealous, though he tries to hide it if it's uh. not a welcome trait lmao )

FLIRTING. THROUGH. HUMOR.

seriously. loves joke flirting and just very playful flirting in general

not afraid to get blunt with it, lbr. if it's cool, she is going to joke abt ur muse sitting on her face and then, ideally, will follow through with the idea dsfkdshfkal

very charming smile ( literally this is genetic because i have said this about hers, william's, and michael's. singular positive af.ton family trait lmaoooo ) and she uses it

abso-fucking-lutely uses the fact that she's an artist and "you're the perfect muse, can i draw you?" as a flirtation. but also like she genuinely means it every time fdkhfakshdja

literally loves nothing more than hitting sb with a hugely obvious flirtation out of nowhere

if he's flirting and sb doesn't realize?? he is not afraid to literally point it out.

also loves humor as flirting

enjoy giving compliments sm like appearance, skills, personality—it's all fair game

will interrupt ( mild ) bickering with some dumb shit like "god just kiss me already" and not only does it diffuse the situation, it sometimes actually works lmao

despite his own style of flirting, can and will get very sweetly flustered over sb he likes flirting with him unexpectedly

another case of humor for flirting lmao

literally has no qualms abt calling someone hot to their face with absolutely no warning, but in such a weirdly casual way that it won't always be clear whether they're flirting or not ( they are )

despite that, he's very attracted to personality and if he likes someone's personality he becomes much more obviously flirtatious

will back off flirting if he doesn't get a positive response after the first attempt, which can technically backfire if the person doesn't recognize it and / or is just shy. likes clear reciprocity.

their love language is quality time so like. if they're hanging around a lot, they've probably got a crush <3

Flirting With Anxiety ( tm ) dskhsfdkshsaj

no but like literally Won't flirt with sb unless she's 100000% sure they're interested in her. or, like. . . flirts so mildly that it's not recognizable as flirting ( meeeeee )

will blush when flirted with or when flirting herself. literally so easy to read that it hurts and i love that for her

early on / with new ppl will not have quick responses to flirting and will be way more prone to just like. laughing and blushing.

in an established relationship, definitely gets better at flirting and can develop quite a playful flirting style because she feels more confident

honestly if she's acting visibly shy, she likely has a crush / is in the presence of a pretty woman

[mintvender]

May I request Y/N being stressed/angry and lashing out to the harem boys? Maybe yelling or accidentally hitting them? Sorry if your requests are full or closed!

(Please have a happy/fluff ending, If you can! I can't handle sad endings 😅)

Don’t worry, anon, you will definately know when requests will close. On top of that, it will be sometime until it will close. Also just a warning, this entire serie is pretty angsty so please be prepare. I also apologized for not releasing this earlier. Anyways, enjoy 🌿

HaremAU!

BTS’ Reaction to Y/N Lashing Out

Warnings: None

Masterlist

Kava kava: a shrub from the islands of the Pacific Ocean that helps to relieve stress and alter moods.

Kim Taehyung

Work have been piling up and has been causing you quite a bit of stress. Deciding to try and finish them all, you stayed within your study hours on end to push through the piles of work.

However, luck seemed to not be on your side tonight with unexpected matters constantly coming up after one another; to top it off, Taehyung had decided to personally come visit you.

Although he came with a reasonable purpose, because of how much stress you were under, it had clouded your mind, making you unable to realize what Taehyung was here for.

As a result, the moment you lashed out and knocked the pile of papers next to you, time seem to stopped.

Surprise at your rash actions, you couldn’t help but gaze over Taehyung’s figure, anxiously searching his face for any negative reaction.

However, contrary to what you were expecting, Taehyung decided to close the gap between you both. Before being in physical contact with you, Taehyung kneeled down and began to pick up all the fallen manuscripts and placed them neatly on the desk.

Afterward, he just hold your hand and told you that he was not mad at you. After the initial shock, you apologized and decided that it was time to end the day.

“ You don’t have to apologized, I understand what you’re experiencing.”

Kim Namjoon

With another day having audiences with different people, it was almost a guaranteed that your day will not be that great. With the accumulation of reports from the servants of a potential thief, you desperately wanted to resign this position and go back to what you were doing. Unfortunately, there was no going back when you are this far in.

Anyways, coincidentally, today was also the day of your monthly health checkup. Unfortunately, you totally forgot about it and dismissed Namjoon’s calls when he came.

Despite already sensing your mood, Namjoon continues to press on until you yelled at him, even throwing a book at him. Dismissing him on the spot, you didn’t even think about your actions until hours afterward.

Guilty of what you did, you summoned him to visit you again. You both then spent the time together to resolve the problem, apologizing for your guys’ rash actions.

“ I should have stop when I saw how busy you were. I apologized.”

Jung Hoseok

Going outside the suffocating palace was always a pleasure for you. Having the chance to forget your worries and just be yourself doesn’t always happen after ascending the throne so you definitely cherish these little moments.

Usually, you would spend most of those times alone but this time however, Hoseok have decided to accompany you on your little journey. You agreed, thinking of him as just a companion who you would spend your time with, not as his babysitter.

Maybe it was his innocent looks that attracted what’s opposite of him. The longer you guys are outside, the more wicked people became towards you. And to top it off, Hoseok doesn’t seem very affected by how vulgar they were being.

Finally having enough, you entangle your hands with his and stomped towards the opposite direction, openly ignoring yells coming from behind while lecturing how oblivious he is. Though, after minutes of voicing out your problems, Hoseok became eerily silent. Quiet little mumbles were then heard coming from his mouth which you assumed were apologies.

Deciding that it was enough adventure for a day, you pull Hoseok towards the palace, not forgetting to tell him that it was indeed alright.

“... I am sorry... I didn’t know.”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi can be quite clumsy when he is nervous and that is his usual mindset whenever he is with you. Normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye if he were to accidentally knock the piles of work that you have worked on for hours — you have a soft spot for him.

Now that was what happens most of the time. However, you also tend to be quite witty when you’re frustrated, fully flaunting your adrenaline.

Making witty comments about his little mistakes, you — at that moment could not tell how much it affected Yoongi.

Unfortunately, his self-esteem continues to decline further when your arm went a little to close to him when he accidentally swept the tea cup off the desk. You immediately stood up and kneeled down, about to help him pick up the shattered pieces when he suddenly flinched at your actions.

Instantly backing away, you noticed the shivers that were wracking down on his petite figure.

Gently apologizing, you carefully brought your hand to his cheek, slowly to not agitate him. Using your other hand to bring him into your embrace, and staying there for how ever long he would need.

“ I-I am so sorry... Didn’t mean to break it...”

Jeon Jungkook

Training with Jungkook was something that you do quite frequently, either for relieving stress or to work on your skills. This time around, it was for the first reason.

Normally, you and Jungkook would both jokingly points out the opposite’s mistake or weakness whenever you guy duel, especially on Jungkook’s part. However, this time around, you weren’t in the mood to get teased and it definitely backfired to the both of you.

Jungkook’s words have went a little too far and had offended you.

Without even a chance to react, you pointed your blade against his neck, scaring him in the process.

Warning him for his precarious action, you lowered your sword before closing the gap between the two of you.

Noticing how you managed to slide the skin of his neck amidst the heated moment, you then dragged him to the benches nearby to get treated. Carefully applying the medicine to the open wound while paying attention to the apologies slurring out from his mouth, you still remained quiet.

After finished bandaging the cut, you lead him back to the training ground and force him to fight you, claiming that he must compensate you both physically and vocally.

“ Your majesty can punish me. I crossed the line, thus offending you during the process.”

Kim Seokjin

With how loud Seokjin can become, you are not very surprise how fast annoyed or frustrated others can get from just from a conversation with him.

However, you didn’t expect that you were part of that as well — at least when you’re not stressed. Anyways, with Seokjin having literally nothing to do within the palace, he definitely used that to his advantage when talking — pestering you.

Trying to ignore his constant pester, you tried to resume your previous work. Accidentally striking your hands up in frustration, slapping Seokjin with the brutal force, you were suddenly snapped back into reality.

Luckily, all he did was screamed at you while exaggerating his now crimson cheeks. Forcing you to help him apply the medicine while hear him complain seemed not that bad as of now, as long as you don’t lose him.

“ YAH! Be careful, do you know that compensating me by just applying medicine is not enough??? Lucky for you, I didn’t receive any major injuries!”

Park Jimin

Flirtatious and frustration does not combine well, especially between you and Jimin.

In these moments, you guys might as well label each other fire and ice with how different you are.

Smoke could almost be seen surging out of your ears, cheeks so crimson that you can almost be described as a tomato. On the other hand, Jimin was sitting opposite of you, calmly looking over your work as though it was nothing worth keeping.

Taking offense of how much time you have put on these manuscript, you snatched them out of his grasp, yelling at him to leave the room.

Stunned at what you just did, Jimin could only sit there and stared at your demolished figure.

Noticing how he had yet to move, you stared into his eyes, silently ordering him to leave.

But how did you ever thought that Jimin would leave you alone, especially in this kind of situation? Freezing at how close he suddenly is, you were dragged from your disastrous desk to the bed.

After getting tucked in, you got hugged by Jimin, spending hours there afterward.

“ You better still be here the moment I wake up. If not, don’t expect to be doing anything tomorrow!”

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[gay-spaghetti]

Evil Celine | Who Killed Markiplier? AU

evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evi-!!! ----

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a LONNNNG time, way back when WKM came out in 2017. I remember being so sure that Celine was bad. When DAMIEN came out though, I realized she wasn’t heartless, just stoic and strong!

Buuuuuut~~ this gives me the perfect opportunity me to go crazy with an AU! So what if Celine was the dastardly villain in all of this?

Here’s a summary of the AU under the cut! I’m planning to do a MAP in the near future, so keep an eye out! :D

In this AU, Mark is still a famous and wealthy actor, but he is widely beloved and rather charitable. He occasionally gets a big head, and isn’t always very modest, but he’s by no means a wicked or selfish person. He cherishes his career as an actor, and loves bringing joy to his fans. Mark is also head-over-heels for his wife Celine, a mysterious, and seemingly-magical seer. They met through her twin brother Damien, Mark’s good friend and town mayor.

Celine prides herself in her supernatural work, but unlike her husband, she views power and wealth as what’s most important. Manipulative, greedy, narcissistic, power-hungry---all accurate ways to describe her. Being extremely intelligent, she dropped out of college, viewing it as a waste of time. When her, slightly-younger, brother Damien became mayor, he introduced her to his friend Mark, a well-known celebrity. With Mark’s gorgeous looks, wealth, status, and sweet, flirtatious attitude, the two of them hit it off instantly, and got married a few years later.

After a couple of short years into their marriage, Celine realizes she’s unhappy and rather annoyed, knowing that she doesn’t really love Mark. Originally, she was going to divorce him, but she realized she didn’t want to lose all the wealth she shared with Mark---which technically all belonged to him. So to solve this problem, she resorts to killing her husband to collect the insurance money.

Celine figured this would be easy enough, but something rather bizarre and unexpected happens. After killing him, Mark just comes back to life within a few hours! The next few weeks, Celine does everything she can to end his life. She stabs him, drowns him, chokes him, poisons him, shoots him, and much more, but nothing is successful. He just wont stay dead.

During these attempted murders, Mark is scared and extremely confused, having no idea that Celine is the one doing this. He doesn’t even realize that he’s actually dying and repeatedly coming back. He goes to his dear friend and butler, Ben, to vent his fears and frustrations, going to Celine for comfort too, but she just tells him that these are all simple nightmares. Of course, that doesn’t convince him. Cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, occasionally choking up water, and other sorts of horrible things are not typically symptoms of bad dreams.

Finally, Mark somewhat realizes what’s happening here. At the very least, he recognizes that his beloved wife is the cause. Celine attempts to kill him yet again, but this time, he was expecting it. After a fight and a loud argument, Mark forces her to leave his home. She happily leaves, finally revealing how she truly feels about Mark. Not only that, but just a week or so later, she gets together with Mark’s friend Colonel William, who thinks Celine and Mark just divorced.

Stricken with agonizing grief, anger, horror, and anguish, Mark soon devises a plan to get back at his sickeningly evil wife. This plan....is the poker party plan.... but with a few differences. 

Being corrupted by heartbreak and the dark influences of the manor, Mark’s scheme is cold and twisted. Not wanting an actual officer or detective to be involved in this, he hires a good friend he met in college, a fellow drama student and actor named Abe, to pretend to be a detective. Their plan was to expose Celine's horrid actions to her brother, and all of Mark’s friends. Ultimately, Mark was going to make sure that Celine “died” in that house, so she could feel exactly what he went through.

Things... don’t exactly go the way they were intended though.

Celine, Damien, William, and the DA are all invited to the poker party, with Chef and Butler Ben attending as well (Obviously). The plan kicks off with DA finding Mark’s dead body. Most of the same things occur; tensions rise, accusations are made, weird happenings from the house, and more, but this time, Celine is there from the start, and Abe is in on it. Also, the scene in the wine cellar does not happen. 

When Celine starts getting rightfully accused, William throws a wrench into things by repeatedly standing up for her, to the point where he and Abe start shouting and pointing guns at each other.

After hours of intensity, high tensions, and strange evil from the house, Celine attempts to put a stop to this. She goes into that small room with her brother, finally being able to recognize the dark powers lying within the mansion. She figures out what Mark is trying to do, and she tries to end it with her dark magic. Damien is scared, confused, and beyond worried.

Meanwhile, Abe hurries to the room to prevent Celine from stopping Mark’s plan, but William blocks him, wholeheartedly believing that his love is innocent. A loud and angry argument ensues, which leaves both men dead. William, a soldier of war, shoots Abe in the chest. Abe, a simple actor with not as much experience with guns as the Colonel, shoots William in reaction to being shot, getting him right in the head. Of course, he dies instantly, and Abe dies just a few minutes after, completely horrified by his actions and the overall situation. The DA is just as, if not more, horrified, having just seen two people kill each other.

While that happens, Celine is performing her wicked magic, her goal being to end Mark for good. She realizes though that for this particular spell to work, she needs a sacrifice. So, being the cold-hearted person that she is, she kills Damien---someone who loved and trusted her. This backfires, and the manor’s evil is proven to be more powerful than Celine. She, along with her brother, turn into the entity called Dark (Dark’s appearance more resembles Celine in this AU). In a confrontation between Dark and Mark in a black, endless void, Mark uses Celine’s life energy to heal his broken body, although scars still cover his form. He shames and condemns Celine for what she’s done, expressing his sorrow for Damien, and the rest of his friends, as he only intended for Celine to suffer. With that, Mark escapes his mansion for good.

The dust settles.... and the manor is quiet. The groundskeeper, butler, and chef, are all long gone, and death overcomes the building. Panicked, confused, and traumatized, DA leaves the manor, but is surprised to find Mark outside! Seeing the pain the DA went through, Mark is shocked, and even feels guilty. He apologizes, and comforts and reassures them, offering his friendship. Still wildly baffled, and a little hesitant, DA accepts.

Back inside the manor, around 15 hours after Mark and the DA leave, Abe and William awaken from their death. They are BEYOND puzzled and definitely traumatized. Stricken with uncertainty and insanity, the two leave together. Dark leaves too, but she makes sure she is not seen. Her quest to successfully kill Mark is nowhere near over.

Over the decades, Mark continues his acting career, but also starts directing! DA is along for the ride, and the two of them, now close friends, get into all sorts of shenanigans and strange adventures.

Abe and Will do as well, but this time, as friends, not enemies. They both lean into their insanity in their own way. They both suffer through it, but Will eventually starts to embrace is, and Abe is stuck feeling traumatized and helpless. As shown above, they become performers together to find purpose. Will becomes a joyful clown, and Abe becomes an anxious and sorrowful mime.

This Dark is very similar to canon Dark, but is way more evil and harsh. She’ll occasionally stick around with William (now Wilford), but is more often than not trying to sabotage Mark and DA’s adventures and shows.

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@itsjustkyss @smiledog15578 @huffle-puff-ego

So that’s my AU!! I know that’s a LOT of information.... oof :3 I really hope y’all like it! Feel free to ask me questions about it, draw art, and even suggest ideas for it!

Again, I plan to host an animated MAP for this AU, so keep a lookout for that!

[kyuus4ku]

Bestiiii roast my big 333 plss

And go wild ;))

BESTIE HIII <3 omgkgjfj i am SO excited to do yours hehe

hi let me praise/roast your birth chart

sagittarius sun

i'm not kidding when i say you're literally one of my FAVOURITES. sag sun are just so fucking fun and amazing to talk to, and fuck i could talk to you guys FOR HOURS not only bc yall are great listeners but because you're so... accommodating? like i wouldn't be afraid to say the weirdest shit with you guys because you're so chill AND SKFBSJGKSKD I JUST LOVE YOUR SASS AND HUMOUR SO FUCKING MUCH <3 witty as fuck, but i could say you're a little quick-tempered, which can make you a little blunt with your words? it's not that you do on purpose, but fire signs are usually on-the-go type, so you need to have an outlet somewhere maybe? it really depends on your patience, nevertheless you are extremely bright, and ik sags were and always are capable of making me see the bright side of things, even if they're not very motivated themselves. are you addicted to things you're familiar with because the idea of change kinda scares you? uncertainty and the lack of clarity could just send you into a spiral sometimes, right? you're not set in your ways, you just feel like sometimes there are so many paths to choose from, and choosing just one path seems so fucking overwhelming. i may be wrong tho! nevertheless, you guys are understanding, and even if you don't understand someone's state of mind (due to how curious you are, you will eventually), you won't judge them for it. I JUST LOVE SAG SUNS SMDNFNSNSM

cancer moon

emotional/sentimental. you have a heart of gold that people are just jealous of/don't understand. i'd only be pissed at you for letting the wrong people steal your heart, because not many people know how to take care of it properly yk? YES I WILL BE PISSED AT U *HOLDS U BY THE CHEEKS TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES* I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU'RE ENOUGH NO MATTER WHAT. sadness isn't something you're unfamiliar with. in fact, you feel it deeply, which just adds on to how compassionate you are. you wouldn't want other people to go through what you have, so helping another person out is something which gives you a sense of validation. ofc you only help people you give a damn about, which may or may not backfire. but god i will never stop telling you to take care of yourself first. cancer moons can be stereotyped as fragile, but fragile isn't a bad thing. you put on a front because you've been taken advantage of before, so you know what it's like to be backstabbeb and betrayed. so having a screen of protection is good, but be sure to let a little people in— isolation is never good for those who deal with deep, intricate emotions. water moon and a fire sun..... are you torn between trying to understand yourself and trying to suck it up because you think emotions are a waste of time sometimes? the sags ik hate messy, but having a cancer moon must make it a lil more confusing? IDKKSDSJ

libra rising

AHHHHHH YOURE A LIBRA RISING SHNFDBFJSN i've always seen libras as like the balancing sign of the zodiac. you guys are so versatile and adaptable, and one of the chillest placements ever. like, you'd know exactly how to respond to my chaotic energy, and your sense of making sure everyone feels included just adds to your charm. INDECISIVE? AJHDNSSB you can come across carefree and easy-going, and i mean that in a good way! because of that people find it easy to be around you, though i have to say libra placements are quite mysterious. it's like you wanna get to know one, but they're so quick to jump from one place to another, depending on how much of a social butterfly they are. i could say you're as reserved like capricorns, but your personality is so complex, just like scorpios, who are pretty much secretive, too. i'm know this one libra rising, and as much as he has lots of walls to break down before you get to know him and actually understand why he thinks the way he does, it just gets so easy to talk to him without any filter. i could say the same about u! like i don't know you that well, but i feel like i am really myself when i get to interact with you. you're just effortlessly understanding and empathetic, and all that stems from how much youve gone through. yk how people with hearts of gold tend to carry a painful past? yeah! something like that. libra risings are not judgmental, and sosososo sweet, and honestly, they deserve the world. PLUS UR FLIRTATIOUS SWEETHEARTS <33

[dl-oblivion]

Maybe NSFW Kou headcanons to a s / o which gets jealous very quickly when she sees that her boyfriend (Kou) is flirting with other girls and kou has to show her that he is only interested in her

Tried my best with this, sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted lol

Kou:

- Kou gets ambushed by fans almost every time he goes out into a heavily populated area. At school he’s garnered an almost cult like following for his good looks, and supposedly nice personality. His s/o would often get separated or trampled as a result. T-T

- The idol is really kind towards his supporters, but that doesn’t mean he would flirt with them. His relationship with his fans is more so one of respect, and gratitude. Focusing on any one in particular, or coming across as flirtatious, can backfire tremendously, and he knows that.

- The only time Kou would flirt with his supporters is if he wanted to punish his s/o. Doing so randomly does help his popularity, but also makes his fans even more annoying.

- In this situation he would completely disregard his partner, and pretty much ignore her. If she started making a scene, he’d probably degrade her in front of all his fans. This is a punishment, not something he’s doing on a whim. If you’re feeling hurt, good.

- If this is a situation where he accidentally comes across as flirtatious (which is rare, because he’s a very calculating individual), and his partner witnesses it, he’ll feel a bit bad. The vampire will make it up to her later, or grab his partner, and show her off a bit.

- He’ll hold her close, or do a sly romantic gesture to show that she’s his. Just so that his fans won’t get the wrong idea, or start expecting him to act like this more often. If he hasn’t announced his partner to the world yet, he’ll pretend like he has something to do with her, and quickly run off with his s/o.

- Dragging his lover off into an isolated area, he would start flirting with her, and sucking her blood to show that she’s his. He’ll make you feel good so that you know he’s sorry, but won’t directly apologize.

- It would probably turn into a heavy make out session, with quite a bit of groping. Kou likely wouldn’t initiate sex, as he’s not a huge pervert, nor dumb enough to do it in school. Best believe you’re getting some action at home though.

- Either way, his partner would become a bit of a target at school. Best believe they’re gonna face some amount of bullying, and harassment. Especially if Kou was feeling bold enough to be romantic with you around his fans.

[sooibian]

Flambé | F | Complete

Description: pull up a chair. take a taste. come join us. life is so endlessly delicious. - ruth reichl

Notes: Chef!Soo 

Chapters: One | Two

Moodboard by the amazing @pororodks​

Niche memes by the hilarious @changshapatrol​

Reference notes:  yt channels: maangchi, one meal a day, bore.d, honeykki; netflix shows: midnight diner, street food: asia, chef’s table

Word count: + 20.1k 

Between a Rock and a Hard Place | F / M |

Description: It’s Sehun’s wedding party. Kyungsoo knew these couple of hours with you were going to be anything but pleasant, however, he didn’t expect things to spiral so quickly. 

Notes: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Crack, Loosely inspired by the anime Horimiya, sexual themes, themes of sadism and masochism (nothing explicit), slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

So Let's Runaway | F / A | Ongoing

Description: A bachelors trip turns into a soul-searching journey when an unlikely group of three travels through the scenic landscapes of Spain. Their experiences present them with opportunities to mend bridges, face their fears and fall back in love with the true essence of life.

Notes: Fluff, angst, humour, travel AU, road trip through Spain, travel buddies Chansoo, Grief, loss, heartache, toxic relationships, mildly explicit language.

Chapters: Prologue >> Costa Brava >> Seville >> Cuéllar

Word Count: 8.3k so far

Tempting Fate  | A | On hold

Description: You’re forced to make a choice between a present that you didn’t choose and the idea of what could have been.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU / Exes AU Ft. Minseok

Chapters: One | Two | 

Moodboard by my dear friend @pororodks​

Word Count: ~7.6k and counting 

Dittany | F | Collab

Description: broken bones and a tedious detention - can I still say that this is the best christmas i’ve ever had? it’s because I found magic in him - the big eyed, dark haired, hufflepuff boy. funny I say that as a witch! but sadly, good things don’t last forever.

Notes: Slow burn, young love

Word Count: ~ 16.5k

Edit by @jaeyoonurl​

Twist of Fate | A |

Description: Much against your wishes, you are back in your hometown to write about the murders of two young women - your only ticket out is the criminal psychologist who has been assisting Superintendent Kim Minseok with offender profiling.

Notes: Serial killer AU - angst, grief, loss, murders, descriptions of anxiety, reactive and attentive immobility, asphyxiation, indicative of humiliation, explicit and graphic situations.

Word Count: +3.7k

Twice As Much | F | 

Description: Of kitchen disasters and little savants

Notes: Dad!Soo

Word Count: ~1.1k

Moodboard by the loveliest @kyoonqs​

Quiet Like Love | A |

Description: The end was always so close in sight.

Notes: Exes to lovers AU

Word Count: ~ 1k

Edit by @jaeyoonurl​

An Eye For An Eye | A |

Notes: Experimental work, Ambiguous AU, mildly triggering

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

DRABBLES

Palette | F |

Waiting | F / A |

Deviant | M / F |

Play Date | F | 

Untitled | F |

The Spy Who Loved Me | A |

Description: An obsessive cat and mouse chase

Notes: Assassin Reader, Spy Baekhyun, dark comedy, angst, heavily inspired by season one of Killing Eve

Niche Memes by the hilarious @changshapatrol​ : one | two

Word Count: ~ 2.8k

My Lovable Curse | A | Complete

Description: Not even in his wildest dreams had Baekhyun thought he’d have to team up with you to take down one of the most notorious criminal masterminds, CEO of tech company Stratio, Doh Kyungsoo.

Notes: Spy AU, Assassin AU, angst, dark humour, thriller, inspired by Killing Eve. Sexual themes, indicative of depression and anxiety, blood, weapons, violence, language. This fic is continuation to The Spy Who Loved Me but it can be read as a standalone two-shot. 

Chapters: One | Two

Word Count: ~ 12.5k 

Moodboards: Baekhyun | Minseok by bestie @his-mochi-cheeks​

Like Father, Like Daughter | F |

Description:  Your three year old is growing up to be just like her father - Byun Baekhyun. Can you handle it?

Notes: Dad!Baek, easily the most popular story on this blog 

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

Moodboard by the loveliest @kyoonqs​

Little Miss Byun | F |

Description: Miss Byun is not so little anymore and dad!Baek is trying to do his best to…adapt.

Notes: Dad!Baek again!

Word Count: ~1.6k

“Clay”-doh | F |

Description:  "When was the last time we did something together as a family?" you ask Baekhyun and...it backfires.

Notes: Dad!Baek...yet again!

Word Count: 1.4k

Star-Crossed | A / F | Collab

Description: In his struggle with his inner demons and the outside world, will Baekhyun succeed in saving the one he loves?

Notes: Romani AU, magical realism, fluff, angst, mildly explicit, implied smut, secret relationship, knife related superstitions

Word Count: ~8.2k

The Daisy Oracle | F |

Description:  In the days leading up to Baekhyun’s enlistment, you find yourself dissecting every word of his and he’s been saying...all the wrong things.

Notes: Fluff, soft angst, a hint of spice, established relationship.  To accommodate this anon request, the story does not take the “BBH public service worker” route.

Word Count: ~2k

Catch These Hands | F |

Description: Living with Baekhyun comes with its own challenges

Notes: Fluff (surprise!!!!), established relationship, make up artist and masseur Byun, a little bit of byuntae, and one (1) Eminem reference lol  

Word Count: ~1.7k

Trespassing is Prohibited! | F |

Description:  Byun Baekhyun has had enough. He finally wants to ‘man up’ and make you his. But things continue to spiral out of control all thanks to his friend, philosopher, and guide (a.k.a. The Worst Wingman Ever) Park Chanyeol.

Notes: Fluff! Fluff! Fluff! Crack. Friends to Lovers AU, University AU (ish), a very rambly Baek and a longwinded confession!

Word Count: ~ 3k 

Homebodies | F |

Description: when you get comfortable with each other…a little too comfortable

Notes: Gamer boyfriend Baek

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

Stranger Things | F | Completed

Description:  While waiting to receive Kyungsoo at the airport you run into an insufferable someone - Byun Baekhyun. Despite yourself, you are unable to resist his charms. 

Notes: Meet cute. lawyer!Baek, farmer!Soo

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

Word Count: ~9k

Freed | A |

Description: Dedicated to smol bby @vampwrrr ’s magnificent mistresspiece Sweet Lies. A headcanon exploring SL OC’s thoughts after Baekhyun’s confession.

Notes: Dark themes, destructive thoughts, Ambiguous AU

Word Count: ~1.3k

Hands Where I Can See Them | F |

Description: Minseok is protective of you to say the least and has only just begun to accept your relationship with Baekhyun. But all hell breaks loose when he witnesses something he shouldn’t have.

Notes: Overprotective hyung Minseok, byuntae Baekhyun 

Word Count: ~1k

Forget Me (Not) | A |

Description: …only his smile will set you free

Notes: Loss, Ambiguous AU, Late!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

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Untitled | F | first fic!!

Tangled | F |

Walk on Memories | F / A |

Talk To Me | F |

Who Cares | F / M |

Light | A |

The Swear Jar Equivalent | F |

Untitled | F |

Tempting Fate  | A | On hold

Description: You’re forced to make a choice between a present that you didn’t choose and the idea of what could have been.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU / Exes AU Ft. Kyungsoo

Chapters: One | Two | Three

Moodboard by my dear friend @pororodks​

Word Count: ~7.6k and counting

IRS and Prejudice | F |

Description: In which Kim Minseok is nothing like other bosses. Nothing.

Notes: Fluff!!! Frenemies to (maybe) Lovers? Office AU with some references to ‘The Office’, flirtatious, cat-whisperer, Aries Minseok vs Aries reader!

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

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Allow Me To | F |

Wherever You Are | A / F |  Collab

Description: When you least expect it, love, quite literally, sweeps you off your feet.

Notes: Romani AU, magical realism, romance, angst, drama ™ (i grew up on a healthy dose of Bollywood and it! shows!), secret relationship, heavily influenced by Mmmh Kai

Word Count: 9.5k

Heal | A |

Description: You don’t need his heart, for it belongs to another. All you need is for him to tolerate you.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU

Chapters: One | Two | Three

Word Count: ~4.1k

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Untitled | F |

Mortal Combat | F |

Description: It’s you vs Chanyeol in the Muay Thai arena

Notes: Park Passion Alert!!

Word Count: ~1k

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Haven | A |

Wedding Crashers | A |

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Tell Me You’ll Stay | A |

The Man Of My Dreams | A |

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Resolution | F |

Untitled | F |

Paragons of Virtue | Childhood AU |

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Untitled | F |

Beginner’s Luck | Sci-Fi |

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Mine | F |

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[dracoaranae]

app.

CHARACTER NAME: raihan

CHARACTER SERIES: pokemon sword & shield

POINT TAKEN FROM: after the post game (mc has dethroned leon as the new champion of galar)

CANON DOUBLES?: no

STATS PAGE: here you go!

ABOUT: raihan is the official gym leader of hammerlocke city, and is unanimously regarded as galar’s best and strongest gym leader. in fact, it is said that he’s so so strong that he could easily become the champion of another region should he choose to move away. he specializes in dragon type pokémon (with a few exceptions) and hands out the dragon badge to those lucky enough to win against him. he is known to employ the use of weather tactics in his battles, particularly sandstorms. his gym battles focus heavily on double battles.

raihan is leon’s self proclaimed rival, despite having a losing streak of 0 to 10 against him. however, raihan is the only person who has ever come close to beating leon. his ultimate goal is to dethrone leon and eventually the main character.

raihan is often seen taking selfies on his rotom phone. he initially started taking selfies to remind him of the pain of losing a battle, but he soon discovered a penchant for recording every aspect of his life with it, from his training routine to what sort of foods he enjoys eating.

PERSONALITY: when it comes to battling, raihan is extremely ambitious and competitive, refusing to give up no matter how many losses he suffers at the hands of his rival, leon. his skills are honed enough that he could easily become another region’s champion, but he refuses to since his goal is to beat leon specifically. he is extremely confident in himself and his pokémon, even dubbing himself as “the great raihan”, although one could argue that it’s just part of his personal brand. raihan takes his losses seriously and is relentless in his quest to become galar’s strongest trainer.

however, he isn’t a sore loser and will happily recognize his opponents’ abilities should they manage to defeat him. he has great respect for piers, who is able to hold his own against him despite not using dynamax in battle.

outside of battling, raihan is something of an influencer, utilizing his social media to showcase various mundane aspects of his life. his photographs usually receive thousands of likes, but his popularity backfires on him as he is subjected to a stream of hateful comments every time he loses, which affect him more than he would ever admit. his personal brand is something he puts a lot of work into.

raihan is a naturally charismatic person and is able to befriend just about anyone. he is quite arrogant and thinks very highly of himself, but he doesn’t put down anyone in order to make himself look better. in fact, he is highly encouraging of those who seek to challenge him and will happily congratulate trainers who are able to defeat his gym challenge.

raihan has a rather flirtatious streak, and is not afraid to make his interest known to those he likes.

ABILITIES: can gigantamax his duraludon once per battle which lasts 3 in-game turns using his dynamax band.

WEAPONS/IMPORTANT ITEMS: he doesn’t have a weapon, but he does have a list of pokemon he uses in game. he would preferably keep his flygon (or rather its unevolved form, trapinch) as i headcanon that it’s his starter pokémon.

for important items, his rotom phone (or a regular phone if such isn’t allowed) is essential to him as he spends much time checking his social media. a camping gear would also be convenient as raihan often adventures into the wild area to train.

OOC CONTACT: @klefkiss

OTHER MUSES: 0

[bladesoflightandshadow]

relationship headcanons [shreya x mc]

note: here she is in all her two month late glory. i cannot for the life of me find the original post that the prompts were taken from, but if you can, please lmk!

pairing: shreya mistry x f!mc (rhea yang)

words: 2,834

warnings: none

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who hogs the duvet

Rhea is comfortable sleeping at pretty much any temperature, being both a Water and Sun-Att, whereas Shreya absolutely hates being cold. The nights they spend together—especially in the winter months—mostly involve Shreya hogging the duvet while Rhea puts up a weak fight before letting her have most, if not all, of the blankets.

Sometimes Shreya sneaks into her girlfriend’s room with the excuse of it being too cold to sleep alone, and Rhea doesn’t ask her why she doesn’t just turn up the magick heating system they have installed in their dorms. Even with the blanket hogging, she likes having an excuse to sleep next to her.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Shreya. She pretends like she’s above it, but with her girlfriend’s life constantly being in danger as of late, she can’t help but worry about her a lot of the time. When they’ve been apart for more than a few hours and she’s unsure of what Rhea’s doing, she’ll drop a (magickal?) text asking her what she’s up to. Before they started dating, Shreya would try to hide this worry by sending her texts about other, unrelated things, like homework or random life updates, and then wait for a response just so she knew Rhea was alive.

“Zeph, do something stupid.”

“What?”

“Do something stupid! Be yourself! I need something to text Rhea so I know she hasn’t died since the last time I saw her.”

“You could…just…ask her?”

“And show vulnerability? Are you insane?”

She’s able to drop these pretences once they officially start dating, and honestly, Rhea doesn’t mind it one bit.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Shreya’s the one who gives the most gifts, but Rhea is the one who has to be a little more creative when coming up with ideas, what with her not having Shreya’s endless Mistry wealth to fall back on. It’s important to her that Shreya feels appreciated for everything she’s done for her and their friends, so she tries to go the extra mile every time the opportunity arises to give each other gifts. Rhea often enlists the help of Griffin or Zeph, both far more experienced in magickal gift-giving than she is; Aster’s shop is also a treasure trove for quirky magick things she can put together as a present.

For their first-year anniversary, Rhea gives her a scrapbook she’s been working on since they started dating, filled to the brim with animated photos, souvenirs, poems she wrote, drawings, pressed flowers, and other magickal and non-magickal knickknacks she collected throughout their relationship. Shreya cries a little.

“Do you like it? … Oh, oh god. Are you—Are you okay?”

Shreya hugs her so suddenly and forcefully that Rhea almost topples over.

“Rhea Yang, this is the sweetest, most adorable thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she sniffles into Rhea’s neck.

“I…I’m really glad you like it.”

“I love it. I love you.”

who gets up first in the morning

Rhea. She’s a morning person by virtue of her being a Sun-Att, and can’t bring herself to sleep in any later than 9 A.M., even if she barely got any sleep the night before. Shreya can’t stand this—even though she tends to wake up fairly early herself so she has time to get ready (“You think I manage to look this good by waking up ten minutes before class every morning?”), on days where she can sleep in, she doesn’t appreciate being woken up, however unintentionally, by Rhea getting out of bed. Rhea tries to make up for it with cuddles and kisses, or by bringing breakfast from the dining hall to their suite if she has time.

who cries during movies

Shreya is usually the more emotional one, but she can’t count on one hand the number of times she’s seen Rhea cry while watching some heart-warming animated movie. They’re having a Pixar movie marathon one night after a long week of classes, when Shreya notices sniffling sounds coming from Rhea during the opening scene of Up.

“They just—they just wanted to have a kid, you know? But they couldn’t, and they loved each other so much in spite of it, but then she dies— And then this little kid shows up on his doorstep as if she’s guided them to each other and he follows him on the adventure of a lifetime that he’d talked to his wife about when they were kids…”

Shreya can’t help but smile, but she refrains from teasing her. Instead, she wraps her arm around Rhea and pulls her close, wrapping the blanket further around them while Rhea nestles her head in her shoulder. Shreya presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“I didn’t know this movie made you so emotional.”

“Yeah— well. I watched it a lot as a kid.”

who gives unprompted massages

Shreya. She picks up a trick or two from spending so much time at the spa, so whenever she notices that Rhea—who’s usually fairly laid-back—is more tightly wound or stressed than usual, she’ll sneak up behind her for a surprise massage.

They’re in their suite with their friends one day, poring over books in an attempt to find out more about whatever it is that keeps attacking Rhea, and Shreya can’t help but observe how tense Rhea seems. Once the others have left, Shreya pulls Rhea down onto the couch next to her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Your back is in absolute knots, love,” Shreya mutters, lifting her hands to rub Rhea’s shoulders. “You might as well be hiding those little shadow monsters in them.”

Rhea seems to relax, but only marginally. “Maybe then we’d have a better chance at finding out what’s going on.”

Shreya shushes her before she can continue. “Nope. No more talk about shadow monsters or Blood magick or reflections. I’m demanding that you take a break.”

With Shreya’s small and surprisingly strong hands at work on her shoulders, Rhea can’t find it in her to argue, so she sighs, leaning into Shreya’s (quite literally) magickal touch and allowing herself to feel content for the first time in a while.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Shreya’s definitely the one who worries the most. Rhea catches a nasty cold after getting doused in lake water during a Thief game, and Shreya barely leaves her girlfriend’s side while she’s bedridden. She has to use force to keep Rhea in bed half the time, because Rhea hates being immobile for long periods, which leads to Shreya at some point using magick on Rhea’s blankets to trap her in the bed. She brings food up from the dining hall for Rhea and even tries her hand at cooking her mother’s recipe for soup that’s meant to help cure colds. This… does not end well, because Shreya is a horrifically untalented cook. (More on that later.)

On the other hand, Shreya hates it when people fuss over her when she’s feeling ill or otherwise not like herself—she hates showing weakness, so she tries to hide it. Rhea is very perceptive, though, so even the slightest change in Shreya’s behaviour will alert her to something being wrong. When Shreya gets sick after getting caught in the rain, Rhea takes up Attentive Girlfriend duties by gently persuading her to rest—because Shreya Mistry’s stubbornness is second to none, so Rhea needs to take the more encouraging route. Rhea’s a lot less overbearing compared to Shreya, but it’s little things that she does, like stopping by Shreya’s room to check on her between classes, buying Shreya’s favourite food to cheer her up, and cuddling up next to her to watch trashy reality TV, that remind Shreya why she loves her so much.

who gets jealous easiest

Shreya, definitely. They’re both attractive, charming people who attract a lot of admirers, but Rhea for the most part laughs it off easily, while Shreya bristles whenever someone so much as bats an eyelash suggestively at Rhea—though she tries (and fails) not to show it. It’s a little hypocritical of her, honestly, considering how Shreya flirts with pretty much every new person she meets, but she can’t help it.

During their first few days at Penderghast, when Rhea and Griffin were spending a lot of time together, Shreya recognised that spike of jealousy in her gut the moment she saw Rhea flirtatiously pull Griffin’s arm around her in the hall that one time. Almost on instinct, Shreya started overcompensating by flirting more with Griffin whenever Rhea was around, thinking it was her that she was jealous of. This backfired when Rhea found the whole thing hilarious, assuming that Shreya was just like that. It took Shreya a few days to realise it was Rhea she was interested in, not Griffin. After that, she realised she needed to be a little more…forward when it came to flirting with the fairly oblivious Rhea.

who takes the longest to get ready

Shreya, quite simply. Rhea used to get complaints from her family for taking so long to get ready every morning, but having to wait on Shreya is on a whole other level. Shreya makes them both late to every event they go to (partly on purpose, because what better way is there to make an entrance than to arrive fashionably late?), and it drives Rhea crazy.

“Oh my god, how many more products do you need?”

“Beauty is pain, babe, and sometimes pain means you need to be patient with me.”

who is the most tidy and organised

They’re both organised in different aspects of their lives, and completely dishevelled in others. Shreya likes making lists, and always has her bullet journal (or the magickal version of one) on hand. It’s filled with due dates, shopping lists, appointment dates, and random scribblings. She may not be the most studious, per se, but she always knows what she needs to do next and never turns in work late. Rhea reads and studies a lot, but is kind of a scatterbrain when it comes to remembering when things are due, so she tends to rely on Shreya for that, even in classes they don’t share. (“Honestly, Rhea, what would you do without me?”)

One thing Rhea can’t stand, though, is a messy living space. Her room is always tidy and spotless, with everything she needs to find in an allocated drawer, her bed always made, all her clothes either folded or tucked into a hamper and never on the floor. It drives Shreya a little crazy when her girlfriend and roommate is nit-picking at how messy her own room is whenever she comes around—because, let’s be real, Shreya having grown up with servants at her beck and call means she probably isn’t the best at keeping her room tidy, even with magick to help her. They spend most of their time in Rhea’s room because of this, until Rhea caves one day and forces Shreya to clean her room with her.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

They take turns depending on their moods, but Rhea is usually the big spoon. Not always of her own volition—Shreya is notoriously good at getting what she wants, and what she wants is to be cuddled, goddamn it. Not that Rhea minds.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Okay, hear me out: Shreya. She doesn’t actually play any sports, and initially doesn’t even care much for watching Thief, but dating their star Sun-Att player slowly turns her into one of those Intense Supportive Girlfriends cheering viciously from the side lines. (It’s the Fire-Att in her.) Zeph has to do his best to get her to calm down, while Beckett (if he’s even around) pretends like he doesn’t know either of them.

“You call that an Air spell? My girlfriend could out-cast your ass any day!”

“Did she just shoulder-check Rhea? Oh my god, I’m about to run onto that field myself—”

“That is SHREYA MISTRY’S GIRLFRIEND you’re about to steal a flag from—”

“Shreya…please, literally the entire stadium is staring at us.”

who starts the most arguments

Shreya. It’s not usually on purpose, because she hates intentionally bringing problems into their relationship, but her temper sometimes causes her to snap. Sometimes, though, she finds it necessary to bring up problems they’re having, because Rhea’s the type to avoid conflict, even when it clearly needs to be addressed—that is, if Shreya never brings it up, it’ll never be resolved. Sometimes it’s over something small, like how Rhea keeps forgetting to lock their door, and sometimes it’s something bigger, like how Rhea always tries to pretend like she’s okay when she clearly isn’t, but they always talk it out, even if it takes some screaming at each other to get there.

Other times, Shreya finds herself picking arguments for no reason other than the fact that she’s had a bad day. When this happens, instead of arguing with her, Rhea will try her best to cheer her up—sometimes by grabbing her girlfriend’s hands, kissing them and making Shreya tell her what was really going on, and other times by simply, without warning, hoisting Shreya up onto her shoulders and running around like an idiot until Shreya devolves into fits of laughter. (Side note: Rhea is definitely nearly a head taller than Shreya, and is very much capable of carrying her for long periods.)

what tv shows they watch together

Shreya is absolutely the type to be into trashy reality TV, though it’s mostly Attuned TV shows. When Rhea introduces her to America’s Most Eligible, they both fall in love with how ridiculous and awful it is.

“Who the FUCK voted for Zeke over Bianca?”

“Okay, like, Ivy is an evil conniving witch and whatever, but that plot twist was… hot.”

They watch a lot of other stuff together, like true crime documentaries, which they both love, and weird, obscure indie movies that Rhea’s obsessed with and which Shreya tries to pretend to be interested in—but nothing beats AME nights together.

who is the best cook

Rhea, by default. Shreya’s skill at brewing potions unfortunately doesn’t translate well into the kitchen, but for the longest time neither Rhea nor their friends have the heart to tell her. When Rhea gets a cold and Shreya tries to make her soup (no magick ingredients, just good old-fashioned soup that her mom used to make for her), and Rhea is a little more out of it than usual and is unable to hide her distaste for the concoction Shreya has made for her, the not-so-secret comes out.

Shreya sighs. “You can stop pretending to think I’m a good cook, you know.”

“That’s not what I…” Rhea stops herself, partly because of the sudden wave of dizziness that hits her, and partly from defeat as Shreya shoots her a look that says, Don’t you lie to me. “I’m sorry, Shreya. I love you to bits, but God, your cooking is a nightmare.”

Her girlfriend rolls her eyes. Shreya is sitting next to her on the bed and is holding the bowl of soup in her hands, which she places down onto the bedside table. “Fine, I’ll go ask Beckett to brew something to help with your cold—”

“No!” Rhea grabs Shreya’s hands as she stands up as if to make to leave. “No Beckett. If I have to hear him tell me that I should’ve taken his advice and worn a protective ward before the Thief game so I wouldn’t get sick again one more time, I might just kill myself.”

Shreya narrows her eyes playfully and draws her hand back. “Hmph. I feel like that’s a pretty suitable punishment for you considering you’ve been lying to me.”

Rhea falls back onto her pillow, lifting a hand up to her heart like she’s just been shot. “They always say the lover did it…”

Rolling her eyes again, Shreya moves towards the door, for real this time. “Seriously. If you won’t accept my soup then I need to find some other potion to cure you. I’ll ask the infirmary.”

From her slumped position in the bed, even her exhaustion can’t mask the stupid smile that spreads across Rhea’s face. “Hey Shreya.”

“What?”

“I love you. A lot.” Rhea doesn’t miss the quirk of Shreya’s lip, a small smile breaking through the joking exterior. “Thank you for trying to make me feel better. I appreciate it even though it turned out terrible.”

Shreya’s face falls, once again replaced by a characteristic eyeroll. “Ugh, you were doing so well in the first half.”

She whisks out of the room and shuts the door behind her. A few seconds later, the door reopens and Shreya reappears. “I love you too, stupid,” she says, before slamming the door closed again, Rhea laughing like a little schoolgirl in love in her wake.

[surflove808]

All things “queerbait”, “so gay”, cranky shippers, etc ad infinitum.  Here’s my long-ass essay on why I think it’s destructive to this show and fandom mentality in general.  Part 1 :D

This is going to be sooo long.  Because I am sooo fed up with the bullshit I keep seeing on here.  So, I am going to break this into 2 parts.  Part 1 deals with the show and its FICTIONAL characters.  Part 2 will deal with the actual actors involved in making this show.  I'm pissed because what could have just been supposition and discussion among fans took a wrong turn somewhere, and turned into a forum for bullying and scandalizing the actors/show.  And seeing that even when they try to have a sense of humor about it, or be ingratiating to the fans about it, it always backfires on them....and ultimately, something that should be harmless (a ship) has become a toxic force of nature.

I'm going to give my 2 cents on the most annoyingly common misconceptions that I've seen being used as more can(n)on fodder because if I post and get this reblogged enough, maybe, just maybe... more people can be exposed to a more balanced interpretation.  

My problem is not with the possibility of Dean being gay/bi. My problem is not with Dean and Cas possibly exploring a romantic relationship.  Not at all.   My problem is with the dedicated and rabid group of people that have gone over the top with their harassment on public forums regarding these characters sexuality, and linking it to the real, live human beings that portray them.  Both crossing and blurring lines in a very destructive way, on Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, you name it... This show has so many incredible themes and messages regarding friendship, love, loyalty, trust, perseverance and family and THAT'S your takeaway?   An unhealthy obsession with Dean's sexual preference??

Dean, by virtue of his looks, charisma and personality, has chemistry with almost EVERYONE.  Have you noticed??  The character of Dean is written and portrayed as a naturally charismatic, flirtatious and sensual person.  He wholeheartedly dives into anything that he enjoys.  Eating, hunting, fucking, drinking.  He doesn't seem to really appreciate boundaries or restrictions.  So, what's stopping him from exploring his sexuality with men?  

As far as I can see, the character of Dean as originally conceptualized and executed brilliantly by his frigging creator, Eric Kripke, was then, as you see him now, many things.  But also hetero. He's also accepting, scarred, goofy, resilient, co-dependent, loving, protective, the list goes on and on.  

But what he is NOT and has NEVER been written as, is gay or bi.  And if you have a problem with that, that’s not a flaw in the program you’re watching.  That’s your problem.  If he undergoes character development that radically redefines not only how he sees himself, but how the viewer sees him, after 12 years?  That's a delicate task that I don't envy the writers having to undertake, considering, the only reason they would do that so late in the game, is because they caved to pressure from the "fandom".  And I use quotation marks there because, if you want an iconic character to represent your views?  Write them yourself.  Create them.  But don't try to bully your way into another persons creation.   Here's the kicker.  Out of 264 episodes that have aired so far, and countless canon instances of Dean being hetero.... here are the handful of examples that certain people have latched onto as gospel:

1. Dean and the Siren, season 4, episode 14, Sex and Violence:  I can't tell you how many times I've seen some Jr. detective go "A-HA!  Deans siren was a MAN!  Therefore, he is GAY!"  If you use just a smidge of deductive reasoning and pay attention to the season leading up to this episode, and the description of a siren that was helpfully included in the episode, you could easily and reasonably deduce that because a siren's powers of seduction come from the ability to be ANYTHING to ANYONE and be that persons greatest desire.... that it makes sense for the siren to take the form of a cool, non-judgemental, trustworthy younger brother-type who has the same taste in and love for music that Dean has.  Someone he can relate to.  A peer.

What do you get the man who can have almost any woman that he wants?  

Not a stripper, folks.  

And what does Dean really want?  At this point, he wants a brother who trusts his experience and instincts.  A  brother that he can trust.  A brother who doesn't feel like a complete stranger.  A friend, for fucks sake.  It's not implied.  It's not a theory.  It's literally written and discussed IN THE EPISODE, people.  Move on.

2.  Dean and Gunnar Lawless, season 11, episode 15, Beyond the Mat: If you know any guys who are into sports or bands, and have never seen them go batshit fanboy over one of their sports or music heroes...then you just haven't spent enough time with them on their turf.  

3.  Deans "gay thing", season 8, episode 13, Everybody Hates Hitler: If you've never been hit on when you weren't expecting it, especially by someone you weren't expecting it from, I could see why you couldn't comprehend his behavior.  If you HAVE, you were probably flustered by it. Probably didn't react as smoothly as you thought you would, amiright?  I know I haven’t.

It seemed he was flattered, but didn't know what to do with himself.  If he were bi/gay, and attracted to the possibility of a no-strings hookup with a willing and  anonymous stranger... a blow-and-go in the mens room, for example... I think Dean could/would have easily pursued it, based on his hit rate thus far.  The one area in which he has 100% confidence and zero shame, is sexual conquests. Sam wasn't around.  There was nothing holding him back.  So, aside from being uncertain of how to extricate himself from an awkward situation, and being flustered, I got nothin’.

4.  Dean and Dr.  Sexy, season 5, episode 8, Changing Channels:  Not much to say here.  Dean clearly had a man crush on Dr. Sexy.  Would he have boned him if given the chance?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Ask a guy friend who idolizes Aaron Rogers or Eddie Vedder (for example) if he'd let them stick it in his pooper based on principle alone.  Chances are, that guy friend would probably say "Hall pass!"  If the situation actually presented itself though?  He might just gush over the guy and call it a day.  Who knows?  WE don't.

5.  Dean and Crowley: Again, ask a guy friend if he would share a room and triplets with a buddy if there were no consequences (girlfriend, things getting "weird, etc), and see what he says.  The answer may surprise you.  Maybe I just know a lot of uninhibited, sexy bastards!

6.  Dean and Benny:  Brothers in arms who go through intense combat together can and more often than not, DO form close bonds.  There was nothing in this friendship that even intimated at these two having any sexual or romantic designs on each other, yet.... people still try to make it work.  Bless their hearts.

7.  The Big One:  Dean and Cas:  Dean has had countless opportunities over the years to make a move.  And I DO believe he loves Cas, very much.  Cas clearly loves and admires Dean.  They have been through some serious shit together since day one, that neither Sam nor anyone else can compete with. But some very good advice I heard once, applies here (and this is why the 10-year crush turning into romance in rom-coms is such bullshit):  If someone likes you - you WILL know.  They will make a move.  Or you will.  And neither of you will take 10 + years to do it if there are no barriers (significant other).  And if a move is made and not reciprocated?  It's not because they or you is holding something back.  That's just a lie we tell ourselves.  SOMEONE is just not interested.  

Though I love their dynamic, I'm not a Destiel shipper, but I'm willing to go either way with this one.  I will say, I don't by any stretch of the imagination think the writers, actors or directors are 'queerbaiting", though.  That's like accusing a crush of leading you on when it was really in your head the whole time. Their chemistry is incredible.  But from what I've seen with my eyes, in the actual episodes, his relationship with Cas does not say unrequited love, sexual attraction or romance.  However, if I went by the slowed-down, out-of-context gifs that are prevalent on Tumblr, I could see where people get the idea.  And because these are two men who love, admire and respect each other and sometimes bicker like an old married couple, I suppose that makes them different than us and our best friends, somehow?  This makes me sad, because this is a unique show, in that it deeply explores mens relationships with one another (because they're human beings too), and they just can't do that without a group of immature people giggling behind their backs in the hallways because intimacy is so intimidating that it must be mitigated by making fun of it or spreading nonsensical theories about it.  Right?

Small wonder that heteronormative men, as a general rule, have so much social conditioning and shame to wade through when it comes to expressing love and care for their same-sex friends and family.  (Yes, men have problems too.  Not as many as us, by a long shot.  But this is one of them) 

You see, menfolk are expected to behave in a manfolk way, and if their behavior isn’t within the traditional and narrowly defined parameters as “hetero male”, they face the perceived stigma that accompanies “coming out”, which involves the very real fears of supposition, persecution, politicizing, backlash, gossip, undermining. etc.

This show has taken many chances.  And they’re not afraid to write for and represent LGBTQ characters.  But Chuck forbid that emotionally resonant, well-written, vulnerable and emotional male characters exist AND allow them to be straight.  Unthinkable!  And that snarky, gossipy, “tee-hee” mentality is just what enforces rigid gender roles on men and women in the 1st place.  Every post I see that giggles about Cas and Dean being gay for each other because....gifs...just throws us back 50 years.  Your words do have meaning, people.

If you want to know what you can do to pave the way for LGBTQ representation in entertainment and the world at large?  Take the small step of acknowledging that same sex characters can feel the same range of emotions that you do for your same sex friends.  Can have sustained eye contact.  Can love one another, and can tenderly care for one another without you sexualizing it, fantasizing about it and policing it.  I’m asking you to think about this, because this way of thinking affects everyone.  Gay, straight, etc. 

Season 1 Sam and Dean:  Hetero.  Sam in an LTR at beginning, Dean with potential to re-enter his relationship with Cassie.  

This show was marketed towards males in the 18-24 demographic, but curiously, more women are interested in these boys and their story.  Because they’re allowed to care without judgement.  Ahem.

 *As seasons go by...*  Clearly, judging by the polls and hate mail...neither brother can ever have or sustain a romantic relationship with a woman.  EVER again!*  And it as been widely acknowledged by the cast and producers that the fans don’t want to see the Winchesters spend too much time with what they deem as a threatening female.

Why do you think Castiel was even allowed to make it this far?  Sure, he’s an amazing character.  But if it were Anna who dragged Dean from Hell and ultimately stuck around?  Yeah, no.  That was never gonna happen.  

Basically, these fuckers can’t win.  If they’re hetero and stay hetero, that’s a bad thing.  If their characters do a 180 to please the most vocal (unfortunately) fans - then they’re caving in to pressure.

Either way, I think it's safe to say, us fans are ultimately invested (I hope) in these characters achieving happiness, wherever they find it.  And personally, I'll be happy either way.  But seeing this hyperbolic, over the top bullshit online that this crew are queerbaiting, etc...and that "If Destiel isn't made canon, I'm gonna do X,Y,Z..." is disgusting to me.  

The musings, wishful thinking and conspiracy theories are one thing.  And that's perfectly fine.  I’ve got nothin but love for fanficiton writers!  But drawing parallels and conclusions from some of the flimsiest crumbs available, and using that limited intel to cajole, threaten, bash and attempt to shame the actors, the crew, and the producers who work their asses off to bring us this amazing show, is pretty fucking shitty in my opinion.

These aren't public servants, guys.  We're not paying them to make this show.  If you want to know how a show on the CW gets funded and made - google it.  If you want to know how much of a time crunch/pressure cooker situation the writers are working in, not to mention the entire team in order to produce 23 episodes per season....again, google it.   And then tell me how they're able to not only craft compelling episodes and cram so much storyline, exposition, dialogue, character development, arc support, scheduling, casting, art direction, stunt coordination, set design, etc ad infinitum into each and every week, and STILL have time to drop easter eggs, and "queerbait"....

Just.  To.  Fuck.  With.  You.  And undermine LGBTQ efforts at representation? They are very kind and loyal to their fans.  And we DON'T OWN THEM.  If you don't like what you're seeing, don't watch.  But for fucks sake - do the fandom and yourselves a favor and direct your crusade towards ACTUAL threats to LBGTQ freedoms and rights.

Here's a list of places to lend support (to name a few): Family Equality Council Human Rights Campaign GLAD PFLAG Transgender Law Center Your local congressman, FFS

Rant over.  If you made it this far, thank you.  I owe you a fruit basket!  And feel free to engage, put me on blast if you want.  Let's have a discussion.  But if you agree with me at all, please reblog this.... just to give some folks another point of view.  

Blanket statement for those who are offended and have already called me an “asshole”, etc on their own tags:

1.  This is NOT by any stretch of the imagination an anti-shipper or anti-Destiel post.  I clearly stated that I don't have a problem with either.  And if it happened organically in the show, as opposed to under pressure?  More power to them.  And I do adore Castiel.

2.  This is NOT an anti-LGBTQ post.  Again, clearly stated throughout the post.

3.  This is NOT and never was anti-headcanon post.  We all have headcanons to some degree.   And If anyone wants to step up and tell me not to support an organization that's doing good work, just because I sunk their battleship... they can suck it.  I also belong to some of these organizations, and I'm pretty sure they're not as invested in your headcanon as you are.  And thejabberwock, I still admire your insights and posts, but am bummed that you missed the damn point of mine entirely.  Per your request, I have removed your association from the original post.

4.  This IS an anti-harassment post, directed at individuals who have taken this ship so far, that they've tainted the word and the concept for almost everyone else with their shitty, pushy behavior.  If this describes you?   I'm happy to have offended you.

5.  This IS an anti-ignorance post, directed at individuals who are presented with facts and reliable data from the writers, the actors and the episodes themselves, yet refuse to acknowledge anything out of their own headcanon.  Who insist on "knowing the truth" and using that arrogance to try to *Out* the characters, *Out* the actors and use threats and insults towards anyone who disagrees.  If you thought I was talking to you directly, after reading that?  I probably was.

6.  This IS an anti-misinformation campaign post aimed at clearing up some common misconceptions.

Lastly, reading comprehension is really crucial here.  I know it was a lot to read, I apologize for that. But if you're skimming through and picking and choosing something to be offended over, and continuing to feel personally persecuted regardless of whether or not that's the reality... rather than reading and understanding the entire message?  Well, there's nothing more I can say or do.  

[clacker--volley]

Headcanons.

- Would fight anyone who undermines or harms dogs tbh. - Is actually a pretty good singer. Too bad he prefers to burst out singing terribly off-key just for shits and giggles. - Sometimes, thinking about Hamon - the word -, can make him feel insanely hungry. - Is a natural at asspulling. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- Absolutely DESPISES any type of unfair discrimination, especially racism and homophobia.

- Being away from friends, family- or just people in general, for extended periods of time often makes him feel depressed and spiritless. While Joseph doesn’t show it, he’s always felt alone since childhood, due to barely having any friends for much of his life a n d being left to believe that both of his parents were dead. Although Joseph does value having alone time as well, he still prefers spending time with others overall.

- A big chatterbox sometimes, chiefly if it's a topic/about something he loves. 

- Due to being fairly rich, he can be a greedy ass most of the time, although him showing acts of generosity IS very much possible. - Has a HARDCORE love for tricks and pranks. so much that it can even get him into some trouble with the law.#itsjustaprankbro - Should he see somebody upset and needing some comfort, especially if they're crying, he won't falter going full-retard mode- telling jokes or funny stories just to get them to crack a smile. - Can mimic a few animal noises with near-perfect accuracy. Bird-calls are his specialty. - Likes to tease others should he find out that they like pinapple on pizzas, yet; Joseph secretly likes pineapple on pizzas himself. Unironically. - Joseph's often warm, (usually) polite, and silly to most people, and is unashamed with showing affection (eg. head pats, hand on shoulder/back, hugs) to those he likes/cares about- sometimes even treating complete strangers as if he'd known them for years. However, he'll be hot headed as well as rude, get confrontational and violent- at times going as far as holding a grudge towards anyone who insults/hurts/acts like an asshole to him, or others, firsthand. - Can be meticulous with what garments he'll purchase or wear. It's not uncommon to see Joseph being stuck in his wardrobe searching for something 'cool' or 'tasteful' to wear before going out on a daily basis. - Joseph is confident as heck in himself, so getting even slightly red-faced is a rarity. When it does happen, it can take a rather huge hit on his self-esteem afterwards.   - Finds that he feels more 'alive' and lively af around evening time, particularly when close or in enormous cities where there's a lot of activity. - (Un)surprisingly knows a thing or two about applying cosmetics and is surprisingly good at it. - Knows jack shit about managing or saving money responsibly, often buying random stuff out of impulse. What Jojo mostly buys are  firearms, junk food, and comic books, among other stuff that happens to catch his eye. -He collects various things, mostly superhero comic books, figurines, and other collectables that pertain to superheros - (Despite not being very good at it) Joseph can act flirtatious now and again, even without taking note. However when it comes to wanting to legit impress someone he likes, he'll (at first) likely try too hard to come off suave and cool, then wind up acting like the big lovable goofball that he really is. - Absolutely DESPISES any type of unfair discrimination, especially racism and homophobia.

-Whenever Joseph is at an Italian restaurant, he almost always ask if they have squid ink pasta first before anything. And frequently avoids anything with the name 'Caesar' in it -The sight of bubbles always gets him all sentimental

- Unless you want to have a messy, burnt up kitchen NEVER ask Joseph to cook- even asking him to boil water without supervision would be risky - He can speak English, Japanese, and a few words in Italian -Prior to dealing with actual vampires and all that bs Halloween used to be one of Joseph's favorite holidays- nowadays he lowkey doesn't trust nor acknowledge anyone that go trick-or-treating, especially those dressed up as supernatural creatures (eg. vampires, werewolves, witches, etc.). Christmas is his new favorite holiday.

-Despite being a smartass who is rude, intentional or not, he's still a warm, affectionate person- and acts like a big-ol puppy to the ones he trusts/cares for the most.

- Can fall asleep like a rock practically anywhere/on anything, and does so quite often. His dreams are wacky and strange, though Joseph tends to forget them easily.

- Give him a video game and, instead of playing the game normally on his first playthrough, he'll likely (thanks to his Bizarre Luck) find the strangest glitches/exploits- then proceed to break the game even further by using cheats/hacks.

- Joseph has no special physical 'preferences' when it comes to romantic partners/S.O, but he finds himself attracted to the type of people that are fun-loving, kindhearted, care for their loved ones, love pranks and/or are as creative as he is. He's also unpredictable, so he might suddenly fall for others fairly quickly, even if they might not be the perfect match. He's dense af, so if the other person wants to make their move(s) first, they'd have to be pretty forward. Even then, it might take a while for any realizations that he also likes them back to sink in.

- It wouldn't be a shock to see such a hotheaded, impetuous, and confrontational young man like Joseph to often willingly and carefully cater to a S.O's every whim every now and then, so much so that it might overwhelm them or even make Joseph himself come off as superficial at times- neither of which is intended. - Loves to tease/troll others through various means, usually to exact playful/innocent revenge on his friends, or (on a more severe level) toy with enemies in order catch them off guard and learn their weaknesses. Seeing others become utterly confused/100% done with life? The boi lives for it- yet, rather ironically, Joseph himself is easily frustrated should his (often improvised) schemes backfire on himself- which happens most of the time.

-His favorite foods are fried chicken, squid ink pasta, chewing gum, chocolate, caramel, Italian food, Mexican food, apricot, American food, sour/sweet candy, bananas, strawberries, apples, and lime -His favorite drinks are coca cola, coffee, sprite, and water with ice (when he’s in a Fancier Mood he’ll sometimes use ice containing cut-up fruit, like strawberries or lime)

- Is an extremely messy eater who he practically inhales large amounts of food, especially after training or doing physical activities. The only times where he holds himself back is when eating in front of family, friends, or important figures, but even then, Joseph keeping his face completely clean isn't guaranteed

~more will be added as I think of them!

[onlyliberty-a]

@divinitybreathed   ;;   valerie churchill:

                 golden stare idly wanders, sinking into the depths of a tankard filled with god knows what. can’t remember which one this is - it’s easy to lose count, frustratingly chasing a delirium that won’t stick. valerie is good with people on a very shallow spectrum : she can make them hear what they want to hear, twist their ideals with a friendly coo and flirtatious smile, manipulate minds into suiting her own interests. but she’s never been good with emotions. maybe one time, another lifetime ago, but no longer. discomfort settles deep within her bones, a fine wrinkle manifesting itself on the left side of her nose, as if she’s smelled something foul.

                      it hits close, that statement. perhaps that’s what tears at the seams of her resolve, striking her with some inability to laugh it off as fool’s speech. she remembers a long lost voice telling her the same, that any happiness she were to achieve would be undeserved. it haunts her still, in the deadness of the summer nights, a whisper to deny her slumber until her body was more booze than blood. recovery is not a simple thing. it’s difficult to affirm herself with the idea that he was wrong.

                     “ that’s what men want ‘ya t’think. keeps us in line. “ silence finally broken, and she pulls drink to her lips, downing a generous portion with careful breaths through her nose. “ they think the only happiness we deserve is them. that we should be goddamn blessed to serve their needs. “

                       to say it riles her, like a poem that changes meaning when read aloud. a change in expression, previously absent and hollow, now threaded through a needle of barely contained rage. when she finishes her drink the second round, it’s slammed down, unconcerned with any passing glances. “ fuck ‘em. you an’ i an’ all the rest deserve every shred they do. don’t forget it. “

The world has a bad habit of taking strong women and holding them high enough for all to see; they try to tame them and the anger in their hearts for not wishing to be a doormat, or some shrewd little housewife far too afraid to say boo to a goose. Society prefers them quiet, but pretty. Gentle and subservient to a point where they are just little movements in the background and the perfect decoration for some lord’s arm. Anne had almost become one of them until she had met James Bonny. He told her that her fire was the best part about her and it matched so perfectly with the red of her hair that it ached for him to look at her. It was the first time anyone had seen Anne as anything more than a powerful man’s daughter and seen her as just Anne.

She was young and naive with a head full of dreams and a heart yearning for a love that did not come to her. James Bonny hadn’t loved her, but had loved the idea of her and the money that might line his pockets if they were to be wed. That had backfired and Anne had found herself in a worse predicament: stranded and alone on an Island filled with men who saw her as nothing but something to be conquered. Anne realised pretty quickly that she would never be just Anne, but something unattainable and a challenge to those who would try to tie her down. 

“Bastards,” Anne curses, words slurred from the seven ales before her current. Where once it had made her upset, she found in its place a rightful anger that burned in her guts like a wildfire and every bit as reckless as the storm that waged outside of the window. So she takes another swig, and it does little against the curling of her lip. “Where d’you reckon they get off, saunterin’ around like they’re better’n us?” Her anger is bitter on her tongue.

“Ye always hear people goin’ on about idiot husbands but never about their long sufferin’ wives who have’ta come ‘n drag em out of the taverns by their ears -- we all deserve a lot better than to look pretty one someone’s arm, birth wains and keep a house. Ye know, I’ve seen far more men yelpin’ and scurryin’ off with thier tails between their legs when the navy’s on our tail, ye know that right? Most’a the women fight cos we ain’t got shite to lose!”

[mapofthesol]

Intro Post

Below the cut is Solhyun into post and backstory. 

Background: 

Solhyun was born on April 7th and is an Aries. 

He grew up in a rich neighborhood with Sereia being his neighbor and his older brother Kai. His family was very wealthy having more money than they knew what to do with.

Sol won’t talk too much about his past or where he grew up because it reminds him of his mother and finding her dead body while Kai was out with friends.

Sol looked up to his father even though he was a piece of shit, but he adored him not knowing any better. When he was seven years old his father told him that this world was poisoning the society and he had to purify them. He had no idea what he meant and just walked to school with his brother, not telling his brother what his father had said.

He went home that night to find his parents arguing, that was when he saw his father stab his mother and there was nothing he could do about it. He was sure his father was going to come for him too, but for whatever reason, he didn’t and took off running. He held onto his mother’s hand until it went limp.

He called the police but nothing was really done about it. His father was never heard from again and his mother’s death was swept under the rug. He was told that someone he never met before was going to come and care for him and Kai-- but they never showed up. He didn’t care, he had his brother and that was all that he needed.

He started a youtube channel and modeling to bring in money in high school (though they didn’t really need it with their parent's fortune-- it made him feel useful).

He also started dabbling in photography on the side and it is one of his favorite hobbies.

Sol also loves sports and being active, so he often danced and played other sports such as soccer or basketball in school. He would have been considered fairly popular and was well liked in school.

After high school, Sol became extremely busy. He worked part-time as a model, full time as a Youtuber to post his music. His popularity grew rather fast and soon he had a record deal.

Despite having all that fame and fortune-- he still remembers the one bedroom apartment he and Kai shared. It reminds him of his roots and so he likes to live humbly (most of the time.).

Solhyun is always working and keeping busy despite the fact that he’s been told many times to slow down. He doesn’t think he would know how to at this point. 

In the present day, Solhyun moved to the complex two years ago. He’s made some amazing friends there and loves it there. The community vibe mixed with privacy is exactly what he needs. 

Six months ago he was offered a tour and decided to take it.  The tour is just wrapping up so he is finally heading back home to be with those he cares for.  He is ready to start working on his next album, getting back in touch with those he left behind here in Seoul, exploring other artistic avenues such as photography and modeling again-- and just basking in what he calls home.

Personality:  

Passionate, warm and loving- Solhyun has extreme amounts of passion and empathy for those around him. He is the guy that will rip the shirt off his back to give it to you and express it through his actions, more than his words. He will say nice words, but not as often as he’ll hold your hand to let you know he is there for you.

Loud, Vivacious, but Private- While Solhyun is the first one to be making all kinds of noise in the complex and having fun, he isn’t super open about personal stuff. He likes to keep things like that tightly wrapped, but he’ll happily have an adventure or share laughs with you.

Flirtatious and weak-willed - He is very flirtatious, sometimes unmeaning to be. He’s sincere to a fault and sometimes it comes off as flirting. Other times, he is actually flirting. He loves love and is insanely romantic, quick to fall for someone if given the chance. Sometimes his flirtations get him in trouble and he has been in more love triangles than he can count. He doesn’t mean to, but he hates breaking anyone’s heart as it has happened to him so he’ll try to make everyone happy, which often backfires. He will give people way too many chances even when they don’t deserve it, forgiving them when he should stand up for himself.

Active and Adventurous Sol loves to go exploring and be one with nature. You can find him hiking, taking his camera and gathering inspiration while he does so.

Very impulsive and leaps into a lot of things without thinking things fully through. Whoops.

Drives and Stubborn - He is probably one of the most driven and hardworking people you will ever meet. He is constantly working toward something and will do whatever it takes to get it done. Sometimes he is too stubborn beyond reason though and that will sometimes keep him from seeing that he’s blocking his own path.

Fun Facts:

Sol is very touch starved, his love language is Physical Touch, while he does love sex and is a sexual being, just the act of holding his loved ones, cuddling them, and spending quality time with them is very important. This goes for both romantic and platonic relationships. Skinship is a big deal to him.

He loves chocolate and fruit, but most other desserts he can pass on.

Loves music and art more than anything.

Suffers from anxiety, panic attacks and bouts of depression.

He cries easily, but will not let you see if he can help it.

Will also analyze you and get an impression of you upon first meeting you, trusts his gut feelings.

Loves the rain, cold weather, plants, and pups.

Hilarious and very lively, always a charmer in crowds and knows how to get his way quite easily.

He has been called a free and unique spirit before which he takes as a compliment.

Photography and art are some of his favorite hobbies.

Somehow is both extremely sexy, weird and cute rolled into one. He’s an enigma to say the very least.

Is a huge dreamer and often seen with a dreamy look in his eyes. Caution: If you look in his eyes or see his big smile you might fall in love. (I don’t make the rules it’s just how it is lol. This is a joke LOL)

Can cook for you, but is really lazy and will most likely just eat what others in the house make-- also will eat junk, but then work out to burn it all off.

Loves nature and often will go to it so he can write, takes photos, and clears his head.

He can either be super comfortable in clothes or will go all out with his fashion and turn it out.

Carries around a notebook or often writing notes on his phone every time something inspires him to write a lyric.

Will often be found humming or singing something

Loves video games and will play them all night

Has trouble sleeping and is a true night owl

[obrienpascal]

Our Deal

Author: dylanobriens-world

Summary: Mitch Rapp is assigned a partner by Stan Hurley. Her name is Nastasia Aleski. The two of them go through some highs and lows and eventually Mitch finds out some bad news about Nastasia and can no longer trust her. But things start to backfire that can lead them both dead.

Author's note: Hey! So I wrote this on AO3 so I will continue this story on there but I wanted to post the first chapter here:) hope you enjoy!!

AO3 link: is above^^

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I knew I had to wake up to go to the bar to meet my new partner my mentor Stan Hurley said I was going to have. He did not mention if it were man or a woman. Although, by the way he looked I can tell he knew who the person was just wanted me to find out myself. I lifted myself out of bed cracking my bones. The dark clouds made it seem it was four in the morning even though it was seventy o'clock at night. It was raining all day meaning I stood asleep till it was time to meet this John doe.

Whoever this person I was going to meet better like drinking at seven at night. It made me think if I should just follow my own path or let them lead the way. Yeah right, if anything they better follow my ass or their out of a job. I don't give a fuck what Kennedy or Hurley says to me. It wasn't hard for me to read people, I take one look at them and I know their intentions immediately. Are they hiding something? Did they hire someone to come with them to make sure I'm not going to kill them or such? It was a gift I had, Hurley helped with it at most but more of me.

Putting on a black shirt with my leather jacket, throwing on a pair of jeans I snatched from my floor and slipping on pair of Adidas shoes, I looked in the mirror realizing I need to shave. I could care less right now. My intentions were to go meet this new partner of mine. I grabbed my wallet and Marbelo cigarettes as well as my cell phone stuffing it in my pocket.

I undid the chains on my apartment front door. I trust no one which is why I put all these chains on my door. I walked out putting my key to lock my door then heading outside. The breeze flowed through my thick dark hair giving my the chills as I stepped into my car.

"Fucking weather," I hissed under my breath starting the engine. My gray Sedan took off to the bar Hurley said my "partner" would be located at. If they recognize me I'll be astonished they wouldn't make a run for it. I've killed many people. Most of them sleep with one eye open because they know I'm coming for them. It's smart, but doesn't stop me from killing them once I lay my eye on the prey.

My sedan came to stop parking in the bars lot. It was packed with vehicles and motorcycles. This better be one hell of a night. I sighed under my nose slipping my hands in my pockets walking into the bar. Immediately chatter fills my ears. Men rambling about the football game. Bar tenders walking around trying to sell drinks, and woman trying to seduce men and drag them to the bathrooms.

Not one of these people looked like a fit to be working with me. Let along able to hold a conversation with half of the drunkies here. I walked over to the bar and sat down on the stool. The man was on the other side taking an order while I sat at the corner with my back to the wall. It was what I always did anyone could sneak up on me. I always needed to be able to look over my shoulder. I fetched out a cigarette lighting it blowing out smoke to my left. Seconds later the man comes over to me.

"What will it be?" He asked cleaning a shot glass with a rag.

I put my cigarette between my index finger and my middle finger. "Just a beer." My tone louder than his over the loud music. They couldn't play better music? Couldn't even hear the game over the beats and the loud hollering from the crazed Giants fans. As my eyes were wandering about they stopped on a woman sitting alone in the corner her back to the wall.

Her long brown hair pushed to the right while she brought her cigarette to her red lips. Her breasts practically were screaming to get out of that tight red dress she was wearing revealing sexy toned legs. She uncrossed her legs when her eyes met mine. The mysterious woman tapped the end of her cigarette letting the ashes fall to the ground as she looked back at me with a flirtatious smirk.

I tried to look away but I couldn't. My eyes were glued to the beautiful woman just a couple of seats away from me. All of a sudden she stood from her chair walking over to me. As she sat down next to me she sat tall with good posture waving for the bar tender to head over. When he came over he tried hard not to stare at her tits. She didn't seem to mind though when he kept sneaking a peak.

Finally, he went to go make her drink then she rested her elbows in the counter bringing her hands together turning her head to me.

"Hurley said you never arrive early." She said to me with a honest tone looking at me with concentrated eyes. I did my best to hide my surprisement in my eyes. How did I not see she was my partner? It all ran so clear. This woman sat in a corner her back to the wall just as me. Along with that, she minded he'd own business letting all this ruckus smooth past us.

"Hurley can mind his fucking business." I snarl taking a sip from my beer. The nameless woman looks away letting out a giggle as the man comes back with her drink.

"Thank you, dear." She says taking it in her hands giving him a wink. The man blushes hard before walking off to another customer. I guess she had her ways to get out of paying for her drinks. Smart girl.

"Would you give me your name or it's a secret?" I ask waving my cigarette around as I spoke.

Her eyes batted as she turned to me sipping her liquor through a thin straw. As she let out a sigh of relief as she was satisfied with her drink of choice she moved her body more to me meaning she doesn't want anyone else to here what she's about to say.

"I am Nastasia Aleski" she smiled through her teeths holding out her small hand for me to shake. I took it in mine giving it a firm shake as I tried to study her face to find a any hint she was lying. I couldn't find any hint of her not telling me the truth or she was just good at hiding it. "I know who you are," she pauses leaning closely, "Mitch Rapp." She whispered that sending shivers down my spine. Nastasia moved away bringing her straw back to her lips.

"I bet you know I've killed people." I say in a low tone but loud enough for her to hear. Nastasia gives a small nod.

"So have I and every other insane person in this world. Your no different. Stan was very clear on who I was going to be dealing with. A sad man who lost his wife and hasn't been himself since." Why would he tell this woman all my deep personal shit if I haven't met her till today. The next time I see him he better hope I don't beat the living shit out of him. "But don't worry I too lost someone close to me. It's not a pleasant feeling."

"Who was it? A husband?" I guessed bringing my cigarette to my lips.

Nastasia shakes her head putting her drink down stirring it in circles with her straw. "My father just when I was a little girl. I was close to him more than my drug addict mother who left us when I was ten. Haven't seen her since and never want to see her again. I do miss my father dearly, sometimes I think he's in my dreams with me." She states looking in the different drink choices on the shelves in front of us. It was hard to read this girl she had years of practice to never let a stranger or anyone be able to read her.

"I'm sorry for your lost."

"I don't need your pity. Now, let's just get to business. Hurley told me to meet at Irene Kennedy's office with you by the morning. Kennedy also knows you won't make it there in time so she suggested I spend the night with you to make sure you get there in time because this meeting is very important." She stated shitfting in her seat to face me. Was she joking? We'd only just met also why isn't Irene telling me any of this? I knew the reason, it would have stopped me to meet up with the woman. It was hard enough to be read her now she has to be with me in my apartment.

"Mitch?" She called out grabbing my full attention.

"Right, sorry. All right, sure let's go now." I tell her stepping out of the stool. I held out my hand for her to get down on her high heels and she took it giving it a squeeze. Nastasia smiled hard releasing her hand out of my grasp waiting for me to lead the way. I walked out of the bar holding the door open for her and she thanked me walking tall outside. It was raining once again as it was darker than before when I just arrived here. The long brown haired woman started to shake at the cold temperature. Standing just outside the driver's seat I walked took off my jacket handing it to Nastasia.

"Thank you, Mitch." She greeted as I unlocked the car and she climbed in the passenger seat. Who knew my night would end in bringing home a woman who is my partner for however long Hurley keeps her in my life.

I drove away from the bar turning on my wipers wiping the rain drops away. She was still shivering so I moved my hand to turn the heat up. The rain was getting heavy by the minute which didn't help how cold my car was. The red light turned green and I drove up the road. Next I turned right and drove up to my parking space.

"This is me." I point to my apartment building. I took the keys out the ignition opening my door. "Well, I hope you can run in heels doll face." I smirk at her before leaping out of the car. I jogged to my front door looking for my key. Seconds later I heard heels clacking against the concrete then hopping up my stairs. I found my key opening the door rushing in as did Nastasia. She throws my jacket to the ground running her hand through her wet hair.

"Boy, was it raining hard. I have to get out of this dress." She says staring down at her wet body.

"The shower is down hall to the right. And I suppose your not going to wear that dress again so I'll just leave my clothes in the spare bedroom." I tell her taking my shoes off to leave them on the mat by my front door.

"Thank you, Mitch." She says once again leaving her heels on the mat then walking down the hall to the shower. I let out a exhausted sigh then walk to my bedroom tearing off my clothes. I didn't mind not showering till she was done. For now I put on a new pair of boxers and turn on the TV. Light flashed in my room from the lighting that just started. Right after the lighting it thundered loudly.

I was surprised she wasn't alarmed by that. Well, thunder storms are more for kids to be afraid of right? I lifted my head from my pillow and noticed it was now soaked. Oh well, I has to get out of bed anyways to give Nastasia clothing. I crawled out of bed to my draws. I opened the top one taking out a T-shirt then next to that draw I took out a pair of checkered red and blue pants.

Holding the clothes in my hand I walked down the hall opening the guest bedroom noticing she already settled in. Her phone was on the night stand along with her cigarettes and purse. Was it okay if I snooped a little? I mean she was in my home. I put the clothes on the bed as I walked over slowly to her cell phone. Finger prints can leave on anything. A phone you'll catch the finger print in a heart beat. My long finger was hovering over the home button until I heard a females voice from behind.

"What do you think your doing?" Nastasia questioned gripping the towel her angry eyes staring back at me. She walked over by me grabbing her phone. I stepped back pointing to the clothes.

"I told you I was bringing you clothes."

"You left out snooping through my phone." She snarled at me her nostrils flared up.

"It's hard to trust someone I just met who's in my home. So I wanted to check if your not someone Hurley did sign."

She let's out a long sigh closing her eyes, "Mitch. I know it's hard for you to trust someone but, I mean no harm. I'm just doing this business for Kennedy and Hurley that's all. You have absolutely nothing to worry about now please can I get dressed I'm exhausted." She explained unwrapping her towel slowly cuing me to leave. I raised my eyebrows then sprinted to the door. Without looking back I said.

"Enjoy your night," I closed the door behind me heading to the shower. I was exhausted as well and couldn't wait to finally get some rest for the hell I'm going to get tomorrow.

I turned on the water letting my boxers fall to the floor as I stepped into the shower. The warm water hit my back as it felt like a massage. I ran my fingers through my wet hair putting shampoo in it. I let the soap fall to the floor, next I washed my body then turned off the shower. I stepped out grabbing a towel drying my hair and face then wrapping it around my waist.

Maybe I should shave so Irene doesn't bother me about it tomorrow. I grab my shaver shaving my thick beard. I put it down rubbing my face as there no longer is a monster beard on my chin. I walk over to open the door walking to my bedroom. Should I check on Nastasia? Or just let her rest? I walked to her room as the door was cracked open. I peaked my eye in not being able to see much which made me open the door a little more noticing she was sleeping with the clothes I gave her snuggling one of the pillows. Good thing she was asleep for all I know she would've tried to leave. I did only meet her a couple of hours ago. Tomorrow better be one hell of a meeting. Otherwise, this woman is in my spare bedroom for no apparent reason.

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Keith/Lance // met on tinder!au // 7.6k+ // sfw // part 4/?

Summary: “I’m doin’ it. Lance giggles under his breath and drags the cat meme picture to the right side of his screen.

But this, friends, is why one shouldn’t tempt fate over Tinder.“

or: Lance finds the most unlikely match on Tinder and (might) gain a boyfriend in the process

Keith

Keith really should’ve anticipated this now that he and Lance were dating.

Well, not officially dating-dating but working towards dating. Neither of them wanted to slap a label on their relationship quite yet, an agreement they’d come to about a week ago now. But that’s not what’s important. What is important is the discussion the two are currently having.

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Lance taps his chin, peering at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Keith studies the Jenga tower. It balances in the center of the table amongst a few stray textbooks and notebooks. Pens and other writing utensils litter the area, along with a couple sets of plastic triangles, geometric stencils, and protractors. The stubby end of a pencil protrudes from the metal grip of a compass.

It started as a chance to study together. Lance invited Keith over to finish their latest flight dynamics assignment. At first, Keith suggested they meet at the library, but it was the perfect opportunity for some quality time together. Without Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Matt— just the two of them. Even if it were spent slaving over stability and control derivatives. Keith would’ve felt like an absolute dick had he rejected the offer.

Plus, the completed assignment would probably span a whopping twenty-some, if not thirty, pages. Collaboration was crucial unless he wanted to live at the library for the next two days.

As a reward for finishing ahead of schedule, Lance pulled out the Jenga tower. According to him, it kept the trio occupied on nights they didn’t engross themselves in video games or binging a new Netflix show. Especially since their last binge had involved watching The OA until 4 in the morning.

Keith leans a bit closer to inspect the miniature wooden skyscraper, granting it a thorough once-over. He reaches for one of the bricks. Lance continues to ponder over the ceiling and comments, “I can’t believe you didn’t like that one. That’s a personal favorite of mine.”

“’Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see,’” Keith repeats in a purposeful monotone. “Really, that’s it? Seems kind of unoriginal to me. Besides, you’ve said that about every single one so far, Lance. Which pickup line is actually your favorite?”

“That’s the fun part. The real mystery. It’s like a guessing game.”

“Guessing which horrendous pickup line you like the most?” The tower wobbles the slightest bit, and Keith slows his movements. “Sounds like a blast.”

“If you must know, the Tennessee line is probably my third favorite. Eh, maybe fourth. And, by the way, I don’t appreciate your sarcasm.” Lance sinks in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re honestly the worst.”

“Says the guy who knows more pickup lines than I thought was humanly possible.”

The Jenga piece just slips free when Lance blurts, “Guess what my shirt is made out of?”

Keith curses under his breath. Thankfully, the structure holds steady, and Keith gently places the block on top. “I don’t know, cotton?”

“Nope, better than cotton.” Lance pauses for dramatic effect. “Boyfriend material.”

Why do I have feelings for this dork again? Keith groans and gestures for Lance to take his turn. “Of course.”

“No? You don’t like that one either?” Lance scrutinizes the current arrangement. His tongue pokes out of his mouth in a gesture that’s way too cute to be fair. “That’s a classic. I thought everyone knew it.”

“I appreciate the fact you think I know anything about pickup lines. I guess? I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

“I mean, yeah. You’re cute.” Lance withdraws the Jenga brick with a flourish of his hand. “And smart and cool.” He slides it on top alongside Keith’s block. “Even if you are a dick sometimes. Not in a truly dickish way, though, because you’re a good dude. My best dude, other than Hunk. No offense.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I pretty much expected you heard most of these lines already. You have a Tinder! Well, you had a Tinder. Thirsty guys would kill to score a guy like you.”

Warmth settles in the pit of Keith’s stomach. His stupid face is probably red. Dammit, Lance.

“So I guess it is meant to be a compliment,” Keith comments, hoping his tone comes off as nonchalant. What with his burning cheeks and the butterflies flapping around in his stomach. “Thank you?”

“You don’t have to thank me for complimenting you,” Lance scoffs. “I’m your boyfriend, dude.”

Keith freezes, fingers poised inches away from the Jenga tower. “Uh…”

“Okay, ‘kind of boyfriend.’” Lance flashes some lackluster air quotes. “But I’m allowed to compliment you now. One could even argue compliments are encouraged. I should be drowning you in them.”

“Oh, good,” Keith drawls. Although he can’t help but think how much he enjoys Lance’s compliments. They’re always completely out of the blue, which gives them a genuine sort of quality Keith isn't used to. It isn’t like Keith goads Lance into showering him with praise either. “I’m ready for the onslaught.”

“No, no, we’re not doing that right now.”

“Oh?” Keith very carefully pinches a Jenga bar between his fingers.

“Yeah, we have more important things to worry about. Like… Oh! I don’t know if you noticed, but I was feeling sorta off today.”

“Really?” Keith subconsciously tilts his chin, trying to gauge the structure’s stability. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, but don’t worry.”

Keith wiggles the block free and heaves a tiny sigh of relief when nothing topples over. “You sure?”

“Definitely. I mean, I’m doing a lot better now.” Keith finds a spot for the brick on top, just as the next words leave Lance’s mouth. “Because you certainly turned me on.”

Keith has to physically restrain himself from bashing his forehead into the table. “Oh my God.”

Lance bounces excitedly in his seat. Somehow, he avoids shaking the whole table. The pivotal Jenga match carries on. “Okay, that was a good one, though! I had you going there for a second. Admit it!”

So what if Keith had been worried?

“It was only a little better than the others,” Keith decides on. “Also, your turn, Mr. Champion.”

“Hey, that title is not to be mocked. It is to be revered… praised…”

“Lance, I’ve told you a million times. It doesn’t count as a nickname if you come up with it for yourself.”

“Oh, it totally does.” The tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips once again. Lance squints at the tower, spinning his pointer finger in a circle as he tries to pick. Eventually, he stops, mutters, “aha!” and reaches for a piece. “Is this how you’re going to be about pet names, too, Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud?”

Keith’s mouth tugs into a frown. “Stick in the—seriously?’

“Or would you prefer ‘babe’?” Lance makes his move far too quickly. Keith has never seen someone so clumsy transfer a Jenga block so damn smoothly. “Because that one rolls right off the tongue. It kinda suits you.”

Two can play at this game. “Oh no, Lance, we’re not discussing pet names right now.” Keith tips his head to the side and flutters his lashes innocently. “Remember? We’re on pickup lines.”

But then it backfires on Keith. Because of course it does.

“Hah! So you admit that you’re enjoying them,” Lance cries triumphantly. Keith tries to tune out his overzealous reaction and contemplates his next move. “I knew it!”

In a strange sort of fucked up way, Keith supposes he does enjoy them. Sure, he’s received passing compliments in the past from strangers. Lance’s teasing, on the other hand, is a totally different story. Because Keith sees the ridiculous pickup lines for exactly what they are: affectionate.

Maybe Keith is weird, but he enjoys his banter with Lance. The back-and-forth of their arguments, no real malice behind their raised voices and, in Lance's case, flailing arms. No one can get a rise out of Keith quite like Lance can. Effortlessly, without the threat of flying fists or broken noses.

And Lance is the most flirtatious person Keith knows. Before they were even friends, Keith begrudgingly watched Lance hit on classmates. Tossing around exaggerated winks and cringe-worthy compliments like they were going out of style, in the halls and in lecture halls, in the fucking line to buy lunch. When it comes to Keith, though, Lance takes a very… unique approach.

Lance is far more of a gentleman than Keith would have ever pegged him for. Not once has he pushed Keith too far, and physical contact is kept to a minimum. Gentle fingers resting on Keith’s forearm or tucking stray hairs behind his ears. An arm around Keith’s shoulders when they sit on the couch, sometimes a head pillowed on Keith’s shoulder. They have yet to do more than spoon whenever Keith accidentally falls asleep against Lance during a movie, forcing the two to spend the night in the same bed.

Hell, they haven’t even kissed yet.

But the elephant in the room has yet to be addressed. Keith refuses to bring up the subject and turn it into an issue when it legitimately isn’t.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Keith mumbles. It’s his go-to in situations such as this, when Lance has him at a loss for words. He hopes Lance doesn’t see through the act and instead returns his attention to the game. He finds his next target, shimmying the Jenga block free. The column of little wooden bricks teeters but rights itself.

“So, you kinda remind me of a Wheel of Fortune puzzle,” Lance remarks offhandedly.

Oh no. “And why’s that?”

“Because I wanna hang out with you before and after.”

Keith clicks his tongue. “Really, Lance? I think they’re getting worse.”

“Fine, geez, let me step up my game then.” Lance observes as Keith deposits his piece. “I don’t know why it matters, though, if you don’t even enjoy them.”

“If you’re going to keep this up,  you might as well use decent ones,” Keith explains. And immediately wants to stick his foot in his fucking mouth. Now Lance will never quit. “Or, you know—“

“I’ll hit you with another winner after this round.” Lance flicks his wrist and, in a freakish display of competence, moves one of the pieces. “Okay, get ready.”

“I was born ready.”

“So, important question for you.”

“Oh, please, lay it on me.” Keith withdraws his next Jenga brick and, this time, totally expects the framework to crumple. Strangely, it doesn’t.

“Are you a parking ticket?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“Keith.”

“Alright, fine. I don’t know. Why?”

Lance grins, buzzing with smug satisfaction. “Because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

Keith almost drops the block. “Fu—Lance!”

“That one must’ve been better. You only get that flustered when they’re good.” Lance leans over the table to take his turn. “Keithy McMullet likes my smooth pickup lines,” he singsongs.

“I—I can’t believe the tower hasn’t fallen over yet,” Keith laughs. He needs to change the topic of this conversation before Lance realizes he actually enjoys his stupid pickup lines, oh God. “Fucking Jenga.”

“Are you an astronaut?”

Keith pauses, Jenga brick held in midair. “Not yet.”

“Well, you’re definitely getting there because“ –Lance aims finger guns in his direction—“that ass is out of this world.”

“Yeah, you already used that one,” Keith scoffs.

A beat of silence.

“Shit! I did?” Lance digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Frantically, he scrolls through what Keith can only imagine are their texts. “What day was— when?”

“Nope, not there.”

“Oh… um.” There are more wiggling hand motions before Lance audibly gasps. “Okay, but it isn’t exactly the same. ‘Is your mom an alien? Because dat ass is out of this world.’”

The way Lance says ‘dat’ is enough to make Keith snicker. Only Lance can get away with saying that word out loud in a totally serious manner. Dat ass. Keith adds it to his mental list of ‘Ridiculous Phrases Lance Uses on a Daily Basis that Somehow Work.’

“See? In that stunning example, I used your mom. Not the fact you were an astronaut,” Lance spells out, like he would be explaining the difference to a five year old. “So obviously they’re separate.”

I’ve never met my mom, Keith almost rebukes. But stops himself before the admission slips out. Not yet.

“Besides, any variation of that gem works. I could use it a million times, a million different ways, and it would still be just as amazing every time.”

“Right…” Keith gestures toward the tower. “It’s you.”

Lance pulls one of the bricks and, for the first time since they’ve started playing, the structure sways. More than it has during any of Keith’s turns and certainly more than it has during Lance’s. For a moment, Keith pictures the entire structure collapsing, bricks piling in Lance’s lap. It’s a strangely gratifying mental image.

But, a second later, it readjusts itself.

“That was a close one,” Lance breathes, wiping invisible sweat from his brow. He places the Jenga brick in its new space. “But you know how it is. Me? I play a mean game of Jenga.”

“I’m pretty sure no one says that,” Keith quips.

“They totally do!” Lance huffs and purses his lips in a pout. “Go for it, Mr. Sore Loser.”

Okay, Keith would rather Lance use sickeningly sweet pet names than these uninspired and, frankly, insulting nicknames.

“Oh, I am. You’ll see.” Keith puffs out his chest, never one to back down from a challenge, and scouts for his target. A piece near the middle seems like a smart choice. “Just watch me.”

“Oh I am, hotshot—“

Hotshot? Really?

“And, while I’m at it, I noticed something weird on the seat of your pants.”

Keith forces himself to ignore Lance’s taunting and reaches for the block. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, like you sat in sugar.”

“Ah,” Keith deadpans. Nope, not happening. He won’t lose his focus.

“But that could just be my imagination.”

“Probably.”

“I mean,” Lance starts, and oh no. Keith knows that tone. The drawn out syllables and significant pause, the set of Lance’s jaw and splay of his palms as he props his elbows on the table. “You do have a pretty sweet ass.”

And that’s it.

“What the fu—“ Keith’s arm jolts, and the Jenga brick in his grip jostles any nearby bricks. The entire tower sways to the left, then forward, before starting to topple over right before Keith’s very eyes. He swears the disaster happens in slow motion, block by block, layer by layer.

Looks like he’s the dumbass with a lap full of Jenga bricks.

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Keith

This is a normal day for Keith and Pidge.

A bag of nacho cheese Dorito’s sits on Keith’s mattress, open and missing half of its contents. A stack of notecards held together with a rubber band, various pictures, and a spool of yarn, strewn across the covers in a semi-organized fashion. The printer on Keith’s desk whirrs softly in the background. He hadn’t bothered to unplug it because he knew they’d be using it again.

Keith steps closer to the bed and snags a thumbtack. Considering the size of the sheet, though, he’ll likely need more. He grabs three more thumbtacks, just in case, and turns back to his work.

The board.

Or ‘the wall of horrors,’ as Shiro sometimes joked. Pictures cover the wall opposite his bed, connected by string and worn notecards littered with Keith’s familiar scrawl. A few were clearly written by Pidge, but, as a permanent fixture in Keith’s room, he did most of the note taking. Underneath lies a full map of the United States. Several places on the map have been marked with red circles, question marks, or stars. To anyone else, it would look like a bunch of gibberish. But Keith and Pidge have been working long enough to make sense of every symbol and handwritten code.

“So, you think the meteor shower from a couple weeks ago is connected to a crash landing?” Keith slides comfortably into the spot at Pidge’s side. She has yet to look away from the board. “I haven’t had a chance to go out to the woods and check but…”

“I’d put my money on it.” Pidge twitches her head in a nod and holds out a hand. Keith rolls his eyes, plopping a Dorito in her palm. He’s rewarded with a quick flash of teeth. “Thanks, partner.”

“Don’t mention it, partner.”

After watching Westworld together, Pidge discovered Keith’s secret love of Westerns. It was one of many closely guarded secrets Keith kept under wraps to avoid jokes— specifically from Lance. But Keith unfortunately hadn’t been able to dismiss Pidge’s accusation.

Of course, she then had to bring up the time he said, “It’s been an honor flying with you boys,” after meeting his untimely demise during a flight simulation game. Shiro and Matt hadn’t been much help in the matter either. Matt laughed so hard, he cried. There were actual tears streaming down his face.

Yeah, just a tad embarrassing.

“If a ship crashed out there, though, we’ll have to take a look soon. Before the government can get their grubby hands on it,” Pidge carries on, watching as Keith hangs the latest picture. A somewhat blurry view of the meteor shower, taken on Keith’s phone, is added to the menagerie of information. “It wouldn’t be the first time they beat us to a crash site.”

Try the fifth fucking time. Not that Keith’s counting or anything.

“Oh yeah,” Keith agrees. “The faster we find it, the better.”

Rover chooses that moment to trot into the room. The pug has belonged to the Holts for a couple years now, all wrinkles and stubby legs. There’s something unspeakably cute about his little black nose and curly tail. Keith often dogsits the adorable pug whenever Matt or Pidge are out. He gets along with Keith’s regrettably picky tabby cat, Red, and never causes trouble around the apartment. He’s also one of few dogs to actually take a liking to Keith. As a matter of fact, the first time Keith watched Rover, the dog didn’t want to go home.

Keith bends over to scratch behind the pug’s ears, delighting in the pleased noise he gets in return.

“You think Lance will wanna come?” Pidge wonders.

“What? On the hunt for a crashed UFO?”

He doesn’t need to burden himself with my bullshit. Not yet. Not this bullshit.

“Uh, yeah, duh. It’s Lance. He may not have the same, uh, level of interest as the two of us. But he’s always down for crazy shit that may or may not get him into trouble. I haven’t invited him in the past because—”

“We didn’t get along.”

Pidge’s brows creep up into her hairline. “Right… but now that you’re at least pseudo-dating, I can bring the both of you without it being awkward as fuck.”

Then, realization dawns on her face.

“Oh no. I hadn’t even considered— please, for the love of all that is good and scientifically efficient, don’t taint my innocent—”

“Innocent? Are you—”

“—eyes with your PDA. I draw the line at handholding and the occasional kiss. Oh, and hugging is fine. With minimal ass grabbing.”

“I don’t think that will be, um. Much of an issue?” Keith can only imagine the color of his cheeks. Rover pads over to his mattress and hops up, nudging the chip bag over to make more space for his tiny, furry body.

“It’s Lance. You honestly expect me to believe that?”

Oh boy. “Yeah, but, you know. Sometimes, when two people are new to dating each other, they don’t. Well.”

Pidge’s facial features morph into something more quizzical. A hand on her hip, nose scrunched in the trademark Holt expression of skepticism. “Yeah?”

“We haven’t exactly”—Keith interrupts himself, wetting his suddenly dry lips— “kissed yet.”

“Wha— really?” Pidge clears her throat. “I mean, uh, really?”

“I know it's weird,” Keith mumbles. His fingers hover over their newest piece of evidence, brushing over blurry streaks of white light. “But the last time I kissed anyone was back in fucking high school.”

“Ah, good ole Nick Splaine. I remember catching you two in the hallway senior year, sucking each other's faces off,” Pidge reminisces, disturbingly wistful.

That's not exactly how Keith remembers it. Nick was conventionally attractive. Dark curls covered his head, jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, and a sturdy torso supported by thick thighs and strong calves. Quarterback for the school's football team, the son of a wealthy family. And deep in the closet.

Older and maybe a bit jaded Keith recognizes the arrangement for what it was. Nick “Denial” Splaine needed an outlet, and Keith's persistent curiosity made him the perfect candidate. He would sneak into the locker room or they would meet in the halls, whenever no one was around. Nick refused to go over to Keith’s house— mostly because he was intimidated by Shiro— so they took advantage of any free time between classes or football practice.

Admittedly, it had been fun. Nick was a decent enough kisser in they eyes of seventeen-year-old Keith. And, on the bright side, Keith learned a valuable lesson from the whole charade: he was infinitely more attracted to guys than girls.

Not that girls weren’t nice. His best friend was a girl, after all. But there was never a spark when he kissed them. So, yeah, he was gay.

Thanks, Nick Splaine.

“I can’t believe you threatened to chop off his dick if he hurt me,” Keith recalls.

“That surprised you? Come on, you know how I felt about douchewad Splaine.” Pidge slides back and snags a notecard from the bed. She retrieves the pen from behind her ear. “Anyway, yeah, I'm a little shocked you and Lance haven't kissed yet. Mostly because Lance is, well, Lance, but he's also a good guy so I know he hasn't yet for your sake.”

“Yeah…” She has a point; Lance may be many things but pushy is certainly not one of them. Not once has he tried to force himself on Keith. “I know. But…”

I think I… maybe… want him to kiss me?

Keith keeps that thought to himself.

Right on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket. Lance? A surge of nervous anticipation overtakes him, and he silently curses his body for betraying him like this. Keith digs out his phone, zeroing in on the notification bar.

 Lotor: I certainly hope this is the correct number.

 Keith stares at the screen. He stares and stares and, fuck, he can't tear his gaze away. The name sounds vaguely familiar. And then he remembers— the creep from the bowling hall bathroom. What the hell?

Thankfully, Pidge appears too distracted to notice. “Alright, back to the good stuff, lover boy. Based on the trajectory of the ship or, in this case, the biggest meteor in this picture, we should be able to determine where it crashed with a maximum 5 mile margin of error.”

“Yeah, um. That sounds about right.” Keith hesitantly unlocks his phone. Does he even answer? More importantly, how the fuck did Lotor have the time to add his number? And why? “We can figure it out.”

 Keith: how did you get my number?

 Keith has always preferred the straightforward approach. Lotor’s response comes seconds later.

 Lotor: I simply added it to your phone and sent myself a message.

We did not have the opportunity to talk much so I assumed this would be more favorable.

 His grammar and formal speech unnerve Keith, even through text. At Keith’s side, Pidge jots down notes on the ship's flightpath and most likely point of impact. She murmurs to herself and pays no attention to Keith's pinched expression and typing fingers.

 Keith: oh okay

I have a boyfriend

 And isn't that weird to think about? Not in a bad way, of course. There's a pleasant sort of finality in seeing the word written out. Blinking back at him, concrete and very much real. Boyfriend.

 Lotor: I see.

Although I was not trying to proposition you, this is important information to have.

Keith: shit I'm sorry

I just kinda assumed…

Lotor: The thought is certainly enticing but it is quite alright.

May I ask what his name is?

Keith: lance

 Some random guy Keith met once— in the bathroom, no less— doesn't deserve to know Lance's full name. For all Keith knows, the guy could be a serial killer.

Pidge hums loudly, tapping a spot on the map. “I'm sure we could take the Jeep. Matt and Shiro aren't going anywhere anytime— wait, what are you doing?”

Keith immediately locks his phone and crushes it against his chest. “Uh. Texting?”

“Obviously, dude, but who?” Pidge cranes her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Keith's phone screen. “I would say Lance, but I have no idea why you'd hide it from me. His mushiness isn’t anything new to me.”

“Um—”

“Unless! No, it has to be someone else. Someone I don't know…” Pidge flicks the finished notecard at Keith. “Spit it out, Kogane. Who is it?”

There's no sense in lying to Pidge. Besides, she's known Keith longer than she’s known Lance. She'll keep it hush-hush.

“You don't know him…” Keith trails off, and Pidge jabs her elbow roughly into his side. “Hey!”

“What the hell? You just started dating Lance! I love you and whatever but I won't hesitate to kick your ass if you cheat on him.”

“I'm not— You know I wouldn't do that.”

“Not to sound like a dick but you're not one for making new friends. You have to understand why I'd jump to conclusions.”

“But I also never date?”

“Ugh, fine, that's true, too. Still! I'm so confused right now,” Pidge huffs. She shuffles over to the bed and slides the bag of chips over, making herself right at home. Rover slides gracefully into her lap, tail wagging, and gets comfortable. Pidge points a Dorito at Keith before popping it in her mouth. “Explain.”

Keith straightens up, taking a deep breath. “Okay. So. Remember when we were at the bowling alley? When Lance and I…” He swallows. “danced?”

Pidge scoffs. “Of course I remember. Wait… oh. This is gonna be good, I can feel it.” She scoots around and crams her hand into the bag, cellophane crinkling as she pulls out a clump of chips. “What about it?”

“Well, I left my phone behind. Right?” Keith fidgets in place. “In the bathroom?”

“Oh boy,” Pidge replies, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “Yeah.”

“It was in the bathroom and… there was this guy there. He held onto it for me.”

“Okay?”

“And, uh. Yeah.”

Pidge chews, suspicion written into every line creasing her forehead. A stretch of heavy silence passes before her eyes widen, and she smacks a hand over her mouth. Rover lets out an irritated grunt. “No,” she cries through Dorito-stuffed cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“What a creep! Finds a stranger's phone and adds his number? Who does that?”

A thought strikes Keith, and the phone nearly slips out of his grasp. If Lotor added the number before Keith showed up, did that mean he'd been watching him? It was the only way he would've known who the misplaced phone belonged to.

“He was watching me,” Keith whispers, disbelieving. “Pidge, what do I do?”

“Tell him to fuck off,” Pidge deadpans. She leans back, bunching up the covers. Her canine companion curls into an even tighter ball in her lap. “Plain and simple.”

Maybe Lance is rubbing off on Keith. In the past, he would've been blunt without worrying over the consequences. But now—

“Isn't that a little too harsh?”

“Nah,” Pidge answers with a shrug. “You need to drop that as soon as possible. And to answer your next question, because I know it’s coming, I won't tell Lance.”

Keith breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Pidgeon.”

“You get a free pass this time, but you know how I feel about nicknames, especially that one,” Pidge gripes. “Be glad you're you or your ass would be grass.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Keith insists through a smirk. “I really do appreciate it, though.”

“You're getting soft on me, McMullet,” Pidge practically purrs, savoring Keith's full-body cringe at the jab. “Now, let's get back to business. We have a UFO to salvage.”

Pidge stands and reclaims her rightful place in front of the board. Rover growls, clearly put out by the change in position, and leaps off the bed. The pug scampers over to Keith and sits, gazing up in wonder at his third favorite human. Meanwhile, Pidge pins her notes to the meteor shower picture and steps back, appraising her work. The red pen finds its way into her grip once more as she sketches little circles in certain places on the map.

Keith looks on silently before glancing down at his phone.

 Lotor: I once was involved with a boy named Lance.

 And another message, sent a couple minutes later.

 Lotor: But I can see you're concerned.

You do not have to worry about any more messages from me.

 Keith’s skin prickles as he reads. He abruptly locks his phone without dignifying Lotor’s last text with a response.

—

Lance

Another week, another party.

But this one is different. Special in Lance's mind, at least, because this is the first party they've thrown since he and Keith started dating. Which means it'll be the best party to date. Food? Check. Drinks? Check. Keith? Definitely check.

“There's a lot of people here tonight,” Keith says, raising his voice to be heard over the music. Lance's playlist currently blares through the speakers in the living room, and everyone in the nearby area sways and bounces to the beat. “What's the occasion?”

“Us,” Lance replies proudly.

“Lance—”

“Kidding, kidding.” Lance grins. Everything has been going smoothly, and he can't help but feed off the positive energy swirling around them. “But, in case you haven't figured it out yet, I am lowkey using this as an excuse to celebrate you saying yes.”

“To dating-not-dating?” Keith mirrors the satisfied curl of Lance's lips.

“You know it,” Lance laughs. With this many guests, it's easy to excuse their close proximity. That and the fact they're exclusive now. Barely a foot stands between them. “To being boyfriends-not-boyfriends.”

“You're such a dork.”

“Says you, Mr. President’s List.”

“Okay, we really do need to have a talk about nicknames,” Keith grumbles. But Lance doesn't miss the step he takes closer. “And, for your information, I haven't made the President’s List since freshman year.”

“Well! My point still stands. You're a dork, through and through.” Lance cocks his head, appreciating the flush coloring Keith's cheeks. Partly from the beer and partly from their closeness. “Not that it's a bad thing. And you're my dork.”

“I take it back,” Keith whispers. His voice is husky, darker, heavy with the promise of things to come. Of course, what those things are, Lance has yet to figure out. But he's definitely intrigued. “You're more of a sap than a dork.”

“Aren't they interchangeable?”

“For you, yes.”

“Why am I attracted to you again?” Lance hums softly under his breath. What he wouldn't give to smooth his fingers over Keith's cheekbones, to feel the warmth of his skin. It takes him a moment, in his tipsy state, to realize he actually can now. “Oh, right. Because you're Keith.”

The statement seems to stun Keith into silence. There's a glaze over his eyes from the alcohol, but the blue-voilet of his irises glitter under the low lighting. Beautiful.

“Wh— What does that mean?” Keith eventually asks. His chin juts upward, just enough to bring both of their mouths level. The faint odor of beer lingers on his breath. “Because... I'm Keith?”

“You know… you're smart and tough and stubborn and… you put up with me all the time and... and you love pineapple and planes and aliens and Oscar Isaac and… you're really. Really good.” The words spill out of Lance in a flood. “I like all of that about you. I like that you're Keith.”

Keith inhales sharply, and Lance feels it against his lips. The air steadily grows thicker around them until Lance gives in, slipping an arm around Keith's waist, pulling them completely flush. Like at the bowling alley, he savors the contact. Keith is a solid weight against him, muscle and soft skin, hot to the touch. His face flushes even redder. Lance's other hand aches to brush along the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the swell of his bottom lip and the sensitive spots behind his ears. His fingertips yearn to smooth out the barely there wrinkles that line Keith's forehead as his brow furrows, quietly contemplating Lance.

They make eye contact for an instant before Keith steals a glance at Lance's lips. His stare is unwavering and raises goosebumps along Lance's arms. Pink darts out from between Keith's lips, tongue lazily dragging across chapped skin.

How long has Lance wanted this? The effortless intimacy and insatiable yearning, the tugging in his chest from a single moment of charged eye contact alone. Is this normally what it feels like before kissing someone you… oh no.

Lance feels like he might explode. “Keith—”

“Spin the bottle!”

The sudden cry startles them both apart. Keith looks like someone poured ice water over his head, expression open with shock. Lance imagines he doesn't look much better. He turns his attention to find the source of the voice: Nyma.

She proudly holds an empty beer bottle up for everyone to see. Rolo slings an arm around her shoulders and laughs, sweeping his arm around the room. “Let’s get it going!” he echoes.

Lance watches in stupefied silence, brain still trying to reboot after his (maybe) moment with Keith, and swallows nervously at the sight of people claiming their seats on the floor. Rolo and Nyma plop down, bottle in her grasp, and encourage everyone to huddle closer for the game. It comes as only a little bit of a surprise when Pidge lowers herself to the floor, legs crossed, and beckons Keith and Lance over.

“C’mon,” she slurs, fingers fluttering in a ‘come hither’ gesture. “Aren’t you two gonna get in on this action?”

Hunk snorts, and Lance turns, met with his friend’s disgruntled face. “I’ll sit this one out.” Shay appears to agree with him. “Have fun, though.”

Lance hesitantly looks at Keith, searching for an answer in the arch of his brows. Constipated, that’s the only way Lance can think to describe the set of his mouth and narrowed eyes. He stifles a laugh and grabs for Keith’s wrist, lightly squeezing. The pressure jolts Keith and, in an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty, he levels Lance with a questioning stare. ‘Should we?’ it asks. And maybe he’ll regret it later, but inebriated Lance thinks it’s a brilliant idea.

Drunk Lance lives for spin the bottle. Seven minutes in heaven, truth or dare— you name it. He loves them all.

“Why not?” Lance settles on.

The hint of a smirk plays at Keith’s lips. He nods and gladly follows Lance's lead, moving to join the others in their makeshift circle. The two of them take the spot between Rolo and Pidge. Unfortunately, Lance finds himself stuck next to Rolo. He’ll take it, though, if it means keeping the occasionally belligerent party guest away from Keith.

“Lance should go first,” Pidge snickers, glasses askew.  One sleeve of her tank top falls, but she doesn’t bother to fix it.

“Why me?” Lance whines.

“I don’t know. Just ‘cause.” Pidge shrugs and, as if just noticing the state of her shirt, glares at the dropped sleeve. “As long as I don’t have to kiss you. Bleh.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that kissing these lips is an honor.” The bottle is shoved unceremoniously into his lap, and Lance gapes at Rolo. The dude has the nerve to wink as he hands it over. “But, yeah, that’d be real fuckin’ weird. The old rules are still in place. You and I can’t kiss and” --Lance bumps his shoulder fondly into Keith’s—”and neither can you and Keith.”

“No complaints here,” Pidge replies all too quickly. “I figured that was a given.”

Lance practically jumps out of his skin at the feeling of Keith’s lips, pressed to his neck, pulse fluttering wildly at the sensation. “I’m glad you said something,” Keith whispers but it comes out as more of a sultry purr than anything else. “There’s only one person in this circle that I wanna kiss.”

He’s going to be the death of me. Lance mulls over the statement and corrects, Drunk Keith is almost definitely going to be the death of me.  

“Oh yeah?” Lance prompts, full well knowing the answer he’ll get.

“Mhmm,” Keith mumbles and, shit, it feels like a kiss along the column of his throat. “No one else.”

“Well, if you want—”

“What did I say about PDA?” Pidge bemoans. “Let’s get this game going, love birds.”

A flush, unrelated to the alcohol flowing through his veins, creeps up Lance’s neck. He decides to humor her and sets the bottle on the ground, spinning it with a flick of his wrist. Brown glass, spinning, before finally coming to rest on… damn. It’s a new girl, someone Lance doesn’t recognize.

“Well, alright,” Lance chuckles awkwardly and shifts onto his knees. The girl in question grins back but, seconds later, pales. Confused, Lance inspects the group and— wow. If looks could kill, Keith would have easily struck Lance’s partner dead in an instant. “It’s just a kiss, Keithy. Don’t worry,” he murmurs hurriedly under his breath.

His kissing partner edges closer, eyes darting anxiously between Keith and Lance, and stops with their mouths a hair’s breadth away. Slowly, she moves in for a kiss. Lance foregoes any sort of finesse and simply sits still. He swears the girl mumbles a brisk, “sorry,” into the press of their lips. It’s a chaste kiss, if it can even be called a kiss, and she pulls away a moment after it begins.  

Now, Lance has played these games for years. As a bit of a partier in high school, more so in college, Lance has kissed several strangers. They’ve been nothing more than fleeting kisses for silly party games but, every now and then, there have been ones that sent a spark of excitement through Lance.

This kiss, however, isn’t anything close. Not Keith. You want to kiss Keith. It’ll be your first kiss. With Keith. Kissing Keith. Keith, Keith, Keith.

Lance tells his brain to kindly fuck off for now because they’re in the middle of a game where he’ll likely have to kiss people other than Keith. But the barrage of thoughts refuse to stop. It’s about to be a long, grueling game of spin the bottle for Lance.

The girl— Amy, maybe?— wastes no time returning to her original spot in the circle. The other girls around her giggle and playfully slap her on the back. “His boyfriend’s got claws,” one of them stage whispers. Or at least that’s what it sounds like to Lance.

Several rounds pass. Pidge kisses one of the Amy’s friends, a tall brunette with striking green eyes behind wide-rimmed glasses. After a few long minutes, Pidge leans back and smirks like the goddamned cat that caught the canary. She’s the real master of this game.

Rolo kisses a few different guys and girls. Nyma kisses Pidge, but it’s brief. Hardly notable in the scheme of things. And, by some miracle, Keith hasn’t kissed a single person by the time the bottle falls into his hands.

“Oh,” Rolo coos, “Who will be Kogane’s first kiss of the night?”

Me, Lance nearly blurts.

“Maybe it’ll be me,” Nyma teases. She flips a braided ponytail over her shoulder, observing Keith from beneath hooded eyelids, painted gold. “I’ll show him a good time.”

A few other people take their own guesses, but Keith blatantly ignores them. He stares down the neck of the bottle, fingers gliding over the label. Lance tracks the movement, the rounded knobs of his knuckles, as Keith sets the bottle down and spins.

There’s no way it’ll land on Lance.

Turning, turning.

He’s hardly ever that lucky.

Turning, turning.

Nyma is probably right. Or maybe it’ll be Rolo?

Turning, turning…

And it gradually comes to a stop.

The mouth of the bottle rests in front of—

“Oh,” Lance gasps. Because there’s no mistaking the direction the bottle is pointing.

“Um,” Keith says, echoing Lance’s sentiment. “Well.”

It’s Lance. Keith is supposed to kiss Lance.

Keith’s hands are sure when they reach for Lance. He doesn’t hesitate or stall. Confidence steadies his fingers as he cradles Lance’s face in his palms. Nails lightly scrape over his cheeks, eliciting a tiny noise that Lance doesn’t have the brainpower left to be embarrassed over.

“Easy peasy,” Lance chuckles because, hell, he can’t think of anything better to say.

“Easy peasy,” Keith mimics, voice gone hoarse. “Easy… peasy…”

Their lips are practically touching already. Keith cleary has no problem with sharing this intimate moment with relative strangers. Of course, if he’s anything like Lance, he’s been dying to do this for weeks and refuses to wait even a second longer.

Keith licks his lips and, in the process, his tongue brushes over Lance’s own slightly parted lips.

Oh my God. Lance sneaks his arms around Keith, coaxing him into his embrace. This is really happening.

“So this is where everyone ran off to!”

Both Keith and Lance immediately freeze.

No.

No, no.

No, no, fucking no.

Lance reluctantly pulls back, slowly angling his head to pinpoint that horribly familiar voice. Cloying, deadly sweet, like the crisp flesh of the evil queen’s apple from Snow White. Each word dances through the air like the note of a song, and Lance wants to scream.

Him. Oh yeah, it’s him alright.

White strands of hair, practically silver in the light, frame the sharp lines of his face. Thin lips stretch to reveal two rows of glistening white teeth, irises a dizzying blend of yellows and oranges. He wears a black turtleneck shirt, long legs accentuated by the faded blue of his jeans. Svelte, sleek— the son of a bitch has always had that sort of presence about him.

Lance hardly trusts himself to speak, but he’ll be damned if he sits here quietly. “What… the fuck are you doing here?”

Lotor blinks at him, pressing a hand to his chest, spindly fingers like the legs of a spider. “Me?”

“Lotor?”

Lance is surprised his neck doesn’t snap as he rounds on Keith. “You know him?”

“Uh…” Keith’s body is visibly taut with fear. “He’s the guy who… found my phone the other night at the bowling alley.”

Red creeps into Lance’s vision. His breath catches in his throat, lungs fighting to keep him from hyperventilating. This is impossible. Lance attempts to climb to his feet and wobbles with each jerky motion. He shouldn’t be here. I told him to never come back.

“What did he say? He didn’t do anything to you, right? Like touch you?” Lance hardly recognizes his own voice. Desperation pulls his gaze to Keith, staring back from his place on the floor.

“No, no, he just…” Keith averts his gaze. “He just gave me back my phone.”

Lance wants to believe him. This is Keith, someone who means the fucking world to him. But Lotor… Lance knows how this asshole operates.

“Get out,” Lance whispers. He can’t even tell who he’s addressing at this point. But everyone needs to be gone, needs to get the fuck out of his apartment.

Lotor tips his head to the side. A silvery strand of hair frees itself from behind his ear. “Now, Lance—”

“I said get out!” Lance’s hands clench into fists at his side. Red, red, the room is bathed in red. “Everyone just— Get. Out.”

Someone has the decency to turn the music off. The partygoers on the floor clamber to their feet and make a beeline for the door. Each of them is careful not to jostle Lance as they pass, providing him a wide berth.

Lance glimpses Keith and Pidge who have yet to budge. Pity flickers in their gazes, lips pursed, wearing identical expressions of concern. Once everyone else clears out of the room, Lance picks up Hunk’s unmistakable footfalls approaching from the kitchen.

And, of all the people to stay, Lotor.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Lance hisses. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“I certainly did. But I do believe that you and I—”

“No, if you heard me, you’d be gone already.”

“Lance, please, you and Keith—”

That’s the final straw.

“Get out!” Something primal rips the words from Lance’s throat.

He can feel his body shaking, from the peaks of his shoulders to the tips of his damn toes. A shot of pain courses up his arm as the sharp edge of a fingernail digs into his palm. But his hands remained clenched tight.

Thankfully, Lotor obeys. His gaze flicks to Keith, fast enough that Lance nearly misses it, and then he’s heading for the door like the rest of the guests. He slips quietly out of the apartment without causing further trouble.

Lance glares holes into the door, hoping he can somehow burn Lotor to a crisp through the power of intent alone. He doesn’t have to look to know three sets of eyes are fixated on him. The strongest of them focuses on the back of his skull, frightened and confused.

“I’m sorry,” Lance croaks without turning around. He simply can’t. “I’m sorry.”

No one else has the courage to speak and break the tension.

“I’m so sorry.”

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How rom-coms ruined love and sex for all of us

Rising up, Blythe Roberson studiously watched and discovered from iconic romantic comedies — the sorts the place destined protagonists joyfully fall for one another, regardless of all odds. “I used to be raised by a mother who owned, like, 4 complete VHS tapes, three of which had been ‘When Harry Met Sally,’ ‘Sense and Sensibility’ and ‘You’ve Received Mail,’ ” she writes in her new ebook “How To Date Males When You Hate Males” (Flatiron Books). “It’s not exaggerating to say I’ve seen these motion pictures a mixed complete of 100 instances . . . [They’re] half of who I’m.” However when the comic entered the courting world, she realized her beloved rom-coms had “variety of warped my view of love,” the 28-year-old tells The Submit. Take two of her favourite Nora Ephron cheese-fests: “When Harry Met Sally” and “You’ve Received Mail.” In each, Roberson factors out, a personality performed by Meg Ryan waits round for a person “who doesn’t deserve her” to brush her off her ft — and when he does, it’s normally via flirting that’s straight-up imply. “Once I watch these motion pictures at this time, I’m like, ‘Nora, who harm you?’ ” says Roberson, who lives in Greenpoint and works as a researcher for “The Late Present With Stephen Colbert.” In her ebook, Roberson presents a information to courting, hooking up and straight-up shameless flirting in 2019. Woven all through are methods to rethink the teachings discovered from romantic comedies, reminiscent of placing up with jerks like Harry within the iconic 1989 movie. “Typically males are desiring to be flirty once they’re imply, but it surely’s not cool and we have to cease conditioning them to do it,” says Roberson. As an alternative, she says, she thinks girls ought to work to reprogram dudes with extra fascinating behaviors — “like asking me about One Path or complimenting my hair.” Right here, Roberson shares the worst methods rom-coms formed her love life — and what singles can study from her decidedly uncinematic courting disasters. “When Harry Met Sally” Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal within the well-known Katz’s Deli scene from the 1989 romantic comedy “When Harry Met Sally.”Columbia/Everett Assortment Plot: A perpetually obnoxious Harry (Billy Crystal) “retains showing in Sally’s [Meg Ryan] life and then ultimately [after many years] they fall in love,” Roberson says. The love lesson: Simply wait round for love to search out its method to you: “In case your love curiosity is incompatible with you, that’s simply the beginning of your love journey,” she says. In actuality: This sort of “will they, gained’t they” ready round ramps up plot drama. However off-screen, it results in quite a bit of pointless emotional roller-coastering. The courting flop: As soon as, Roberson was determining learn how to reveal her curiosity in a longtime crush. After six months of agonizing, she made plans to profess her love to him in Central Park — a sweeping gesture in a Hollywood-worthy locale. “However then Obama was on the town and I obtained blocked by the motorcade and the man simply left,” she says. “I by no means instructed him and he began courting another person.” The true takeaway: Don’t spend months pining away for romance’s sake. In the event you like somebody, ask them out — in a well timed style. “You’ve Received Mail” Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan in a scene from “You’ve Received Mail.”Everett Assortment Plot: Joe Fox (Tom Hanks) and Kathleen Kelly (additionally Meg Ryan) run competing bookstores — and spend months unknowingly flirting with one another on-line. However when Joe discovers Kathleen’s true identification first, he decides to (flirtatiously?) mess along with her head, dropping in-person hints that make her “doubt her personal sanity,” Roberson says. The love lesson: “Two sizzling individuals . . . being imply to at least one one other is supposedly ‘flirting,’ ” Roberson writes. In actuality: Imply-flirting isn’t cute; it’s simply imply. The courting flop: “Once I was a teen, I instructed a white man who had gotten cornrows, flirtily, ‘Your hair seems to be terrible.’ He was like, ‘Blythe, that’s a very imply factor to say about somebody,’ and my abdomen dropped,” Roberson says. Issues didn’t work out. The true takeaway: Observe the golden rule. “You don’t should be impolite to have a reference to somebody.” “Pleasure and Prejudice” (the 1995 miniseries) Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth in “Pleasure and Prejudice.”Everett Assortment Plot: In Jane Austen’s OG rom-com, Mr. Bennet has 5 daughters and a spouse — “and if he ever dies, they’re f–ked ceaselessly as a result of they gained’t inherit property,” Roberson says. “So that they all want to search out husbands.” The love lesson: You get married to somebody or … you die, poor. In actuality: Marriage is one attainable end result of courting, but it surely isn’t the be-all end-all. Roberson — who has “by no means been shut” to getting married — loves the spark of one thing new. “I suppose I’m simply hooked on the thought of all the time being validated by a brand new individual!” The courting flop: Roberson knew she was too invested in Austen’s marriage plot when she requested a longtime crush why he’d by no means made a transfer. His response? She gave off “such robust relationship vibes.” The true takeaway: This isn’t Victorian England, the place a girl’s debutante section was “basically the one thrilling yr of [her] life,” Roberson writes. Relationship itself is thrilling and satisfying. Now, Roberson says, “[I] give off solely ‘I’m very chill and need to hook up casually till we’re skeletons’ vibes.” “Bridget Jones’ Diary” Renee Zellweger starred because the title character in “Bridget Jones’ Diary.”Common Footage/Everett Assortment Plot: “It’s a few single lady dwelling in London who is continually attempting to lose 12 kilos and her exploits in courting,” Roberson says. Jones agonizes over whether or not to put on snug however conventionally unsexy high-waisted underwear. The love lesson: You must look sizzling to search out love. In actuality: Ladies are likely to internalize the concept that they should look “a certain quantity of attractive” to draw a associate. However there may be, a minimum of in Roberson’s expertise, “no correlation” between “how sizzling I look and individuals desirous to make out with me.” Frankly, she’s as more likely to get motion in her typical uniform — sweats and a flannel shirt — as she is in an attractive get-up. The courting flop: After getting her hair blown out lately, Roberson made plans to see a crush. “I used to be like, ‘I’m gonna look sizzling as hell and must have a date.’ ” She even texted an image of her glamorous hair to stated date — after which he promptly stopped speaking to her, and the date by no means panned out. “He ghosted my lovely beautiful blowout!” The true takeaway: Somebody’s into you or they’re not. A tiny thong gained’t change that. “How To Lose a Man in 10 Days” Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey bond over a pooch in “How To Lose A Man In 10 Days.”Paramount Footage/Everett Assortment Plot: Journal author Andie (Kate Hudson) “does stunts” to make her columns extra fascinating, together with attempting to be annoying sufficient to lose a man, Ben (Matthew McConaughey), Roberson says. The stunts backfire and the 2 nonetheless find yourself collectively. The love lesson: “Don’t flip your love life into content material,” as Roberson places it in her ebook. In actuality: Clearly, the comic has come round on sharing particulars about her courting life — so long as it’s for an excellent cause, which she considers her ebook to be. The courting flop: Roberson says she as soon as connected with somebody the place the scenario felt extra like a “romantic friendship.” With out mentioning the man by identify, she made a joke about romantic friendships on her Twitter — “one thing about Watson and Holmes.” He was pissed off when he noticed it, and “the tweet ended up in a combat.” The true takeaway: Lately, Roberson sticks to sharing experiences for the larger good — reminiscent of serving to others navigate the courting world — and not for stunts or the sheer pleasure of a subtweet. Plus, she offers individuals honest warning: “I simply inform my crushes to not learn my work!” Share this: https://nypost.com/2019/01/09/how-rom-coms-ruined-love-and-sex-for-all-of-us/ The post How rom-coms ruined love and sex for all of us appeared first on My style by Kartia. https://www.kartiavelino.com/2019/01/how-rom-coms-ruined-love-and-sex-for-all-of-us.html

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How Movies Can Help You Deal with Romance in the Workplace

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Mixing Firm with "enjoyment" hasn't been a recipe for a "happily ever after" and sexual activity at work appears to cause annoyance more frequently than gratification. Each year, an average of 15,000 claims are filed for sexual harassment at the office; news reports about sexual scandals between notable supervisors and work subordinates excite public contempt and outrage; even more couples and families split because of an extramarital affair which among the spouses started in the office; and much more psychotherapists treat patients undergoing the aftermaths of an office romance gone sour. Such aftermaths may vary from feeling angry, confused, ashamed and humiliated to being fired from the project, sometimes with no hint of recommendation.

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More Companies nowadays are applying work relationship policies, providing training about job love, or opting to reveal lenience toward intimate participation among workers, provided that it does not undermine productivity and staff effort. And so many men and women aren't clear about the principles of love on the job. Nevertheless a taboo and a topic for tabloid gossip, sex and love at work is regarded as a thorny issue the majority of us wish would disappear. Whether you are an employer or worker, here is the Way to prepare your employees and to Take Care of Cupid striking in the workplace:

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The movie "Disclosure", exemplifies how Sexual harassment is the misuse of power that violates another individual's moral, moral and psychological boundaries. The movies reveals how a computer pro is sued for sexual harassment by a former lover turned supervisor, whose goal would be to incriminate him and ruin both his profession and his private life.

If You're being sexually harassed do not remain Silent hoping it's going to go away. This behaviour usually escalates in the event that you do not block the harasser with a company, proactive stand. Call the individual in their behaviour instantly, ask them to cease and warn them that you may report them if they last. If it persists, report the offender. Your employer has the obligation to take every criticism seriously and inquire.

from Coworkers. A sexual improvement might be a straightforward reflection of sexual appeal to a coworker, a blunt invitation to get a physical connection, or flirtatious behaviour that's gone overboard.

In  His boss knows. When he has promoted, it isn't due to sexual favors but due to his job performance.

Real life often Resembles the films. Should you remain loyal to your own values and maintain your job priorities directly, you also can be successful without sacrificing your integrity.

In The movie "A Time to Kill" a youthful and handsome Mississippi attorney is managing with commendable power a challenging criminal case and an extremely attractive assistant.

If You feel irresistibly drawn to a coworker, until you enter your dreams do a reality test. Examine how it would influence your work in the event that you consummated your sexual fascination. Should you understand that it might jeopardize your job--and your connection with your colleague--then you need to honor your job and search for a different socket for your own fantasies. Do Not ever Begin An Extramarital Affair at The Workplace. In "The Business", youthful lawyer Mitch is the victim of a tainted law company that throws its workers into extramarital affairs and blackmails them to exude their devotion.  The film has a happy ending just because Mitch struggles very difficult to recoup the love of the spouse.

In real Life, extramarital affairs in the office never have a thankfully. Aside from the agony of being found in the home, the parties involved reside with the constant strain of being found at work. While this occurs be ready to reduce your losses. And these reductions might include your standing, your loved ones, your job, the individual who you have the affair with, or each one the aforementioned.

  All appears to work fine, until he finds that Fran is his boss's mistress. How can they emerge from these perplexed dynamics and maintain their jobs?

Using a coworker consistently has some influence on your work life. As soon as you understand each other sexually, you're more vulnerable to one another. That is the reason you have to draw up a contract where you define how you'll preserve your working connection, should your private relationship not survive.  It is a wise thing to do. You do not need a scenario such as Baxter and Fran's. Stay Away From Office Sex Gossip. From the French comedy "The Closet", the primary character François spreads false rumors in work he's homosexual, hinting that he'll sue the direction should they fire him for sexual discrimination. As gender gossip spreads at the workplace it creates havoc in his colleagues' careers and private lives with impacts that change from comical to acute.

Havoc by remaining away from gossip regarding your colleagues' sexual orientation and sexual life.  Protect yourself and your own job. You can't how office sex stimulation may backfire or employed contrary to you, whether you've created it or not.

When   He ends up falling in love with Joyce, yet another college instructor who's also the exact topic of his analysis. However, this really is true love and it alters Kimble's fate. Leaving the police force, he contributes to Joyce and her college as actual school teacher.

Discovered your soul mate in a specific coworker and you need your budding love to have a happily ever after, you have to keep it confidential until it will become a severe, mutual dedication. Never move in the office private struggles with the person who you date.  Make your love public when it is a good relationship you know will survive. Then, it is a time to observe. Congratulations! You've shown discretion and great judgment!

Understanding The way to navigate successfully the shadowy waters of love in the Office, should be a part of your job coaching. Stick to these guidelines As principles of behavior to make sure your livelihood and protect your personal  office.