#one. he really fucking liked pepperoni pizza and just assumed it was made with beef well into his 30s

[ripley-ryan]

i’ve been keeping kosher since i was like ten but one thing i do really miss and i don’t think i’ll ever get over is that like dried little shredded pork bits??

this stuff. as a kid sometimes id either hang out with my friend at her grandmas or hang out at her home and her grandma would be there and whenever someone made rice this would be there and it was so good. literally going kosher this was the hardest thing to give up

#personal #no my dad didn’t really raise me or my siblings kosher #my dad was fairly lax about pork for two reasons #one. he really fucking liked pepperoni pizza and just assumed it was made with beef well into his 30s #he ended up developing a ‘pizza exception’ where he would allow himself to eat pepperoni and/or sausage on pizza with cheese #two. he believed that agricultural practices had improved over the last few thousand years and that the pork ban had been created mostly #because back then it was more unsafe to eat them as they tended to be unclean as it was to eat other livestock #that’s also why i was still raised jewish despite being patrilineal (aside from the obvious bit where we aren’t orthodox) #because his reasoning was that back in the day you didn’t really know for sure who the baby’s father was so because you had no idea if the #father was a jew or not then you just wouldn’t count that and would only go through the mother who you can literally confirm the baby is #related to #and for me well. we only knew for sure i was blood related to my father #i know there’s the whole thing about how women are automatically more connected to gd and that’s why judaism passes through them #but all traditions are rooted in some degree of logic #anyways #so i wasn’t actually entirely raised kosher because my dad approached kashrut laws from a logic perspective #which id argue is inherently more jewish than just blindly following those rules but i digress #anyways so when i went kosher it was like okay cool and everyone was cool with it #my dad doesn’t eat bacon or pork the majority of the time he only eats it for his ‘pizza exception’ so the house was mostly kosher anyways #because really who was making a pizza at home. so that was all fine #but i still really fucking miss that pork stuff with my rice

[simptasia]

character number ask game thingy!!!!!! let's do jack and or ana lucia and the numbers areeee 2, 4, 7, 11 (doesn't have to be a specific song just like. music genre or smth idk) , 15, 16, 24, 25. as always you dont have to do all or both charas just what you want :) OH bonus since we're both reblogging supernatural maybe a cheeky cas + 10, 15, 16

ooh wasn’t expecting jack and ana lucia (me making lost headcanons not involving the sci trio requires using at least 4 extra braincells, as you know)

thanks lisa!

[cracks knuckles]

jack

fave colour: blue

fave movie: the breakfast club (it was the first thing that popped into my head and i was like “...yeah, that feels right”)

fave pizza toppings: pepperoni and cheese

song they dance their ass off to: jack does not dance, he shuffles happily or awkwardly. you said i can do genre, so, like technically you can dance to anything but jack doesn’t dance to rock. he bops his head. jack “dances” to billy joel, some beatles songs, and whatever pop/punk/country music kate has put on

my first impression of this character: i can’t remember specific feelings about jack right away, i was sort of just cautiously judging the show (i didnt know it’d be good). i remember in his first proper scene, being taken back by his voice because it’s higher than i expected. i do remember early in the watch i didn’t like him though. i think that applies to most lost fans. i bounced back and forth between “okay i do feel bad for you” and finding him insufferable. i found his first centric episode REALLY engaging. this sounds all over the place but thats jack for ya

my thoughts on this character now: well it was a slow burn but over time i grew to like jack and then love him. i acknowledge he isn’t easy to love, but he got me. fucker got me. so love/hate? like i love him but when he’s bad it’s painful (and it’s worse because i know he’s a good boy!). even when i didn’t like him i always found him endearing and sympathetic. and my headcanon that he’s autistic really helped him make sense to me

are they a good cook or bad cook: technically he’s an alright cook, he just won’t ever flavour the chicken. nice omelettes and pancakes tho (in case you shouldn’t tell, i see jack as having the most generic taste in food and drink ever. it amuses me and hey its in character)

signature dinner dish: beef, macaroni and cheese. beefaroni!

ana lucia

fave colour: black

fave movie: i’ve decided ana loves action movies but the problem is i don’t, so i have no idea how to discern what would be a good pick for her. think stuff with shoot outs and car chases and explosions from the 80s and 90s... (MY fave action movie is con air, but i can’t just pick that, i dunno the genre well enough to know if she’d like that one)

fave pizza toppings: ham and cheese most of the time, sometimes a full on meat lovers with chili if she’s in the mood for it

song they dance their ass off to: i think its fair to assume this girl loves rock, yeah? guns & roses and bon jovi come to mind. i can see her screaming along to “living on a prayer”. beyond that, i’m afraid i find myself lacking in broader rock genre knowledge (like, how the kinda music an american puerto rican lady grew up with is probably different to the music i, a white australian, am familiar with or associate with Rock). i stand by living with a prayer tho because thats a good song to lose your fucking mind to in my opinion

my first impression of this character: its hard to recall. i’m not remembering any strong feelings one way or another, besides recognising michelle rodriguez from other things. i think i was neutral at first. i am happy to say i never went thru a “i hate ana lucia” phrase. oh its coming back to me, i was neutral but then i very quickly grew to like her. her tempestuous but secretly soft demeanour + her butch energy = <3

my thoughts on this character now: i fucking love ana lucia so much. it’s a shame she wasn’t around much, and i’ve started to notice that even in the one season she was in, she’d disappear for long stretches of time, which is a poor use of a new character [grumbles] i love her. i love her. she’s a bitch but she’s my bitch! (...more likely, i’d be hers...). last time i watched season 5, i knew ana’s ghost was gonna show up and i bit my knuckle to stop myself squealing ahead of time. i think i’d put her in my top five lost ladies. like the writing wasn’t perfect, i feel like they wasted her, but i still think she’s a great character anyways

are they a good cook or bad cook: she is, her mom made sure of that, but she doesn’t cook often, sticking to take out most of the time

signature dinner dish: i had trouble thinking of what she’d cook. so heres a little scenario instead: let’s say ana’s got a girl over for a date and she’s thinking “i like this chick, so im gonna actually make something for her” and at first she plans to make some sort of well prepared chicken-based meal and then she looks in her fridge and is like “ah...” so long story short she ends up making spaghetti bolognese (but she wants to try harder so she actually makes the sauce instead of using store bought)

castiel

do they like roller coasters: i thought about it and i’ve decided i like the idea of him not being as affected by roller coasters as humans so he’s like “huh. i don’t see how that’s supposed to be fun”. to which dean calls him a “friggin’ robot”

my first impression of his character: two things, “holy shit his voice??” (nobody prepared me) and “i ship him with dean”. literally the second he spoke to dean i shipped it. such a wham. yeah, as far as i recall, i’ve loved cas since the start. it’s an inherently interesting concept, and misha’s performance and oh my gosh the autistic energy off this bitch

my thoughts on this character now: cas is my favourite supernatural character and i love him so much. it’s hard to put into words, he’s just a really good character. eps focusing on him (or at least a b-plot are always are delight). now, i stopped watching half way thru season 8 and i’ve only seen chunks of season 9. but from what i gather cas has remained my lovely autistic-coded boy. tho i have noticed from the brief bits i’ve seen of later eps, he does emote a looot more. it’s a tad jarring but i’d adapt if i was like, actually watching the show. anyways cas good. love him. oh and the fact that he’s canonically queer brings me joy

#lost headcanons #i don't have a tag for spn headcanons... #nah if i started one i'd like whatever post started it to be JUST about spn #agardenintheshire

[not-close-to-straight]

Another Fluffy Soulmate AU (SWS #60)

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL HERE MASTERLIST

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It wasn’t supposed to happen all the time, and really it probably didn’t happen as much as people said it did, but everyone at some point or another ended up tasting whatever it was their soulmate was tasting. 

Of course, it only happened after the soulmates had met and the soulmate bond had sparked, which usually meant they were already dating if not married so it wasn’t a huge deal. And it only happened if the soulmates were thinking about each other at the exact same time. 

So you tasted toothpaste while you were drinking your morning coffee because your soulmate was brushing their teeth. Not an issue. Or maybe they were eating pizza and suddenly spit it out because pepperoni should not taste like lo mein and spicy mustard. Whatever, it’s good for a laugh. 

Generally speaking, it was adorable and a tiny bit romantic and depending on the...situation... and what was being...tasted... while thinking about your soulmate... well. It could be tiny bit sexy too. 

On the other hand, it could be entirely confusing and definitely annoying especially if you were one Peter Parker who was very sure he hadn’t met his soulmate yet and therefore had no idea what in the hell was happening or why the hell he was tasting weird things all the time.

“Oh ugh.” Peter made a face when he bit into his sandwich. “Why does everything taste like chimichangas lately?” 

“Well, to be fair, the sandwich shop is also a Mexican food place, so maybe they didn’t wipe down the counters well enough between our orders and you’re getting leftover chimichanga spice.”

“That’s officially the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” Peter chucked the sandwich and took a long drink of his soda. “We need another place to eat. Find some place new for tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Orrrrr you could stop complaining and be grateful I bought your webby ass food at all.” Wade crammed the last of his food into his mouth. “Just a thought.” 

“Dick.” Peter kicked at Wade, and Wade kicked back. “What are you doing after this?” 

“What am I doing after this?” The big merc repeated. “You mean after we finish patrol at some god awful hour in the morning and I’m exhausted from smacking bad guys all night and staring at your butt? Pete, I’m doin’ the same thing i always do-- passing the fuck out to a marathon of Golden Girls and then I’ll wake up and jerk off and--fuck!” He spat out a mouthful of his own drink out. “Did I get your drink? This is definitely Dr. Pepper and not Mountain Dew mixed with Red Bull.” 

“Yeah well, they probably knew that nasty ass drink of yours would give you a heart attack.” Peter countered, trying not to think about Wade jerking off and whether or not he thought about Peter while doing it. “Our sandwich guy just saved your life, you should be thanking him.” 

“Uh-huh.” Wade patted down his pockets and pulled out a cigarette. “So anyway, what are you doing after this, and what can I do to make sure it involves both of us getting naked? Do I need to bribe you or something? Pay you?” 

“If I didn’t trust you with my life, I’d think you were a creep for saying shit like that.” Peter waved away a plume of smoke, coughing a little. “And put that out, don’t you know cigarettes are bad for you?” 

“What’s it gonna do, give me cancer?” Wade deadpanned. “I’m pretty sure I’m fine.” 

“Yeah, well it tastes gross.” Peter coughed again and scooted away. He really wanted to be close to Wade, really wanted to be close to him, but the smoke was awful. “I can literally taste it in my mouth and it’s gross.” 

“Shut up and drink some more Dr. Pepper.” Wade shot back. “And you still didn’t answer my question. What are you doing after patrol tonight?” 

“Just gonna go home.” Peter said vaguely, side-eyeing Wade from behind his mask, watching the way the material pulled at the thick biceps every time Wade shifted, the way it flexed over his thighs. “Go home and you know... sleep and stuff.” 

“Sleep and stuff? Sounds to me like Spidey’s gonna do some self-loving!” Wade cracked up laughing at Peter’s embarrassed little shriek. “Aw, don’t be so shy, sugar buns! Ain’t no thang!” 

“Annnnnnd I’m leaving.” Peter jumped to his feet, glad his mask kept Wade from seeing his bright red cheeks. “Night, Wade.” 

“See you in your dreams!” Wade yelled as Peter webbed off. “I promise I’ll be naked!” 

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Peter didn’t plan on... sleeping and stuff... with Wade on his mind, but that’s how it ended up anyway, and it wasn’t all that surprising because Wade had been all Peter could think about for months now.

He took a long shower to get the gross of patrol off of himself, and an extra brush of his teeth to get the lingering taste of ugh cigarettes-- why did his mouth still taste like cigarettes??-- and Peter ended up just standing under the spray of hot water, letting his muscles unlock one by one and his mind wander. 

Well, not so much ‘wander’ as it did detour and land directly on one fast talking, overly muscled, completely ridiculous and somehow so hot it made Peter’s head spin mercenary. 

The shower went cold long before Peter was done thinking about Wade, so he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed towards bed, giving himself a cursory pat down before flopping down on the comforter and digging in his side drawer for something slick. 

Time to really think about Wade and muscles and spandex and how badly Peter wanted to pin him to the wall and climb him like a goddamn tree and--

Peter started coughing when he tasted cigarettes again, muttering “What the fuck?” as he fumbled for a stick of gum. “Why do I taste cigarettes--” 

He froze when the taste changed, something wet and sort of minty and...and... warming? Was it warming in his mouth? Was that-- was he tasting lube?

“Gum gum gum.” Peter scrambled for more gum, shoving it into his mouth and chewing vigorously. He didn’t know what the hell was going on or why the hell he was tasting lube or why he still sort of tasted smoke, but enough was enough.

Hopping off his bed, Peter headed right to the fridge and ripped into a leftover bowl of soup, eating it cold just to change the flavor of his mouth.

Halfway across town, Wade gagged when something with the texture of cold meat and soggy carrots overtook the taste of his cigarette. “What in the--” 

One hand still firmly wrapped around his cock, Wade felt around for his phone with the other one and fired off a text to Peter. 

What in the fuck-knuckles are you eating?

Cold fucking soup, why?

Well it tastes gross. Cut it out.

Wade didn’t think anything about his text, and when Peter didn’t text him back with in a few minutes, he shrugged and poured some more lube in the palm of his hand and went back to working his way to an orgasm, idly wondering if Pete had tasted it when he’d licked the lube earlier. 

Not that Wade made a habit of tasting lube, but it had been a new flavor and he wanted to check out the warming feature before smearing it all over more delicate areas and well, it had tasted as weird as he thought it would but not as scary-spicy as he thought so it was deemed safe for his dick. 

Safe and ooh he sort of liked the warming bit and maybe--

“Eeeek!” A less than sexy and definitely less than manly scream when his bedroom window was suddenly ripped open and Spidey scrambled over the sash and up the wall. 

“Okay.” Wade flipped the blanket over his lap and wiped his hand on the sheets. “Okay. I know I said you could drop by anytime? But crawling in through my window like a got-damn bug is weird, don’t do that anymore. We’ve got to have some boundaries, Pete.” 

“Oh no. Are you--” A quick glance down at Wade’s lap. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” 

“Well, I’m not doing it anymore.” Wade defended. “What do you want, Webs? You’re interrupting my special alone time.”

“You told me my soup tasted gross.” Peter said flatly. “You. My soup. Gross.” 

“Well it did, who eats cold beef and carrots, I mean are we animals?” Wade threw his hands up in the air, then grabbed at the blanket when it slipped. “Why wouldn’t you eat something good?” 

“BECAUSE MY MOUTH TASTED LIKE LUBE AND CIGARETTES!” Peter shouted. “WHO TASTES LUBE AND THEN SMOKES A CIGARETTE?!” 

“I HAD TO GET RID OF THE LUBE TASTE!” 

“OH MY GOD!” Peter stood up on the wall and waved his hands wildly. “WHY ARE WE YELLING?? I JUST FOUND OUT WE WERE SOULMATES!” 

“You just found out?” Wade ignored how weird it was for Spidey to just be standing sideways on his wall in favor of gaping at him in confusion. “What do you mean you just found out?” 

“You didn’t just find out?” Peter crouched back on the wall, tilting his head suspiciously. “Did you know? How long have you known? We’re soulmates and you wouldn’t say anything? Why wouldn’t you say something?” 

“I figured you knew.” Starting to feel self conscious for the first time, Wade shifted on the bed uneasily. “And since you didn’t say anything I figured you didn’t wanna do anything about it, so I just let it go. I mean nothing’s worse than unrequited soulmate shit, right? No one wants to bug someone who doesn’t want to be their soulmate and since you kept ignoring all the stuff happening I figured you didn’t want to be bothered with it and--”

“We’re soulmates, you asshole.” Peter shot a pile of webbing at Wade’s mouth to shut him up. “And I think it’s pretty obvious that I had no clue, so why didn’t you say something? Did you really think I wouldn’t want to know we were soulmates?” 

“Mmmph.” Wade mumbled, pointing at him mouth. “Mmmblergh. Thnsffly.” 

“Ugh.” Peter crawled over and ripped the webs off, flipping over neatly and landing on Wade’s lap. “Why didn’t you say something, Wade?” 

“Okay, to be fair I assumed you were smart enough to realize that you tasting the cigarette I was smoking meant that we were soulmates. And if the cigarette wasn’t enough--” Wade shrugged. “You were eating a sandwich and I was eating a chimi and your sub suddenly tasted like my food? My soda tasted like your soda? How many hints did you need?” 

“I didn’t-- you should have-- I can’t--” Peter reached up and tore off his mask, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “That’s not fair! I just figured we were sitting too close so I was breathing in your smoke or maybe you accidentally took a drink of my soda and then--and then--” he stopped. “Wade? Why are you staring at me?” 

“Fuck me sideways, you’re so cute.” Wade laughed a little, inched the blankets a little higher up his chest so he wasn’t showing quite so much skin. “You’ve seen me without my mask but I’ve never seen you and I gotta say, I wasn’t prepared at all.” 

“Oh.” Peter’s cheeks tinted pink. “Thanks. But um, the point is, if you knew we were soulmates you could have stopped smoking since you know I hate it. Or you could have not licked lube if you knew I’d taste it or you could have used your words like a goddamn adult.”

“I could have.” Wade was still staring, trying to disappear a little further beneath the quilt. “But like I said, aren’t you a genius? You should have picked up on the--”

“Stop that.” Peter smacked Wade’s hand away and shoved the blanket back down to his waist, baring Wade’s chest and flattening his palms against it. “Don’t be self conscious, you know I think you’re hot. Otherwise I wouldn’t have broken into your window and currently be sitting on your lap. In fact, I can’t believe you’re not making a comment about where I’m sitting.” 

“Little more distracted by the soulmate thing then about how good you feel on top of me.” Wade admitted. “You uh--you really didn’t know about us? Because I figured you just didn’t want to deal with you know, me? And I was ready to let it be. I understand, you know. I get why you wouldn’t want to--” he cleared his throat. “I get why you wouldn’t want to be part of it.” 

“That’s stupid. You’re stupid.” Peter leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. “Fuck, Wade.” 

“I mean, if you don’t believe me, we could test it?” Wade very very carefully fit his palm to the back of Peter’s neck, rubbing his thumb in slow circles over the rapid pulse. “You know?” 

“Mmmm.” Peter leaned into the touch, inching further up Wade’s lap. “That feels good. S’posed to feel good when soulmates touch.” 

“Yeah.” Wade swallowed hard when Peter’s breath puffed against his skin. “Yeah, it is. Um okay. So are we testing this? It’s supposed to work if we’re thinking of each other at the same time, so you eat something and I’ll eat something and if we taste it, then you’ll know for sure.” 

“But you already know for sure.” 

“I do.” Wade agreed, slipping his hand up until his fingers were tangled in all that thick hair, tugging lightly until Peter ‘s head tipped back, his lips parting over a sigh. “But you don’t, so if this helps you figure it out, we’ll do it.” 

“What should we taste?” Peter sounded a little loopy, dreamy and soft and Wade sort of loved it. “Like peanut butter? Soda? Candy?” 

“Here.” Wade dug around in a drawer and handed Peter a Jolly Rancher. “I didn’t look at the flavor, so I don’t know what to expect. Give it a try.” 

“So I just eat and think about you.” Peter unwrapped the candy and popped it in his mouth. “Easy enough, right?” 

“Easy enough.” Wade confirmed. “And think nice things, will ya? Pretty sure it doesn’t work if you’re mentally bitching about how snarky I am, or how crazy I make you, or how--mmmph!!” 

He shut up when Peter suddenly kissed him, a green apple flavored tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouths, accompanied by a moan soft enough to make him melt. 

“I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work, Webs.” he breathed a laugh when Peter pulled away after a long moment. “I mean, I tasted green apple but I also ended up with a jolly rancher in my mouth, so--” he stuck out his tongue to show Peter the piece of candy that had been transferred during their kiss. “--That doesn’t really prove anything.” 

“Well, it proves I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.” Peter kissed him again, licking through Wade’s mouth and dragging his teeth over Wade’s bottom lip. “So as long as you want to kiss me too, don’t matter if we’re soulmates, right?” 

“I dunno about that.” Wade pursed his lips for another one and Peter crushed their mouths together, looping his arms around Wade’s neck and holding him tight. “It matters to me. I want a soulmate. I want you to be my soulmate. Can we figure it out?” 

“Okay.” Peter nodded. “But testing it out means I have to move, and I’d rather stay here and kiss you.” 

“And I don’t have a problem with that.” Wade eased away from the next one. “But I really want to know, Pete. Please?” 

“Okay. Okay okay okay.” Peter moved off Wade’s lap. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and eat something. You yell at me what it is, then you eat something and I’ll try to figure out what it is.” 

“Okay.” Wade waited anxiously, chewing at his lip and desperately needing a cigarette to relive some of the tension and then-- “Kung Pao Chicken!” he shouted. “You’re eating Kung Pao Chicken!” 

After a few seconds he added, “And it’s like a week old so maybe spit it out before it makes you sick!” 

“Your turn!” Peter shouted back and Wade dug through his snack drawer for something sweet, ripping off the wrapper and shoving the whole thing in his mouth. 

Silence from the kitchen, long enough that Wade started to worry and then Peter said from the doorway-- “Nobody eats chocolate twinkies, Wade. Eat the normal ones or don’t eat them at all.” 

“I didn’t think you knew what it was.” Wade didn’t mean to sound so relieved, but judging by the way those dark eyes softened, Peter knew anyway. “You didn’t say anything.” 

“Well, all Hostess snacks pretty much taste the same.” Peter smiled, slow and happy. “I couldn’t decide if it was a chocolate Twinkie or a Ho-Ho, but you know--”

“They’re basically the same snack.” Wade said at the same time as Peter. “So. Soulmates?” 

“Sure looks like it.” Shyly, Peter playing with the edge of his sleeve. “How long have you known?” 

“Since the night of the BBQ incident.” 

“I threw up all night that night!” 

“Yeah, baby boy.” Wade nodded, raising his eyebrows pointedly. “I know. I remember. Vividly.” 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Peter wailed. “Oh my god! And you still wanted to hang out with me after that? Why? WHY!? I’m so sorry!” 

“Of course I did, you’re my soulmate--ooph!” Wade wheezed when Peter launched himself across the room and back onto Wade’s lap. “Don’t matter what you taste like, I’ll still want to kiss you.” 

“That’s sort of weird to say but I love it anyway.” Peter budged forward for a long kiss, drawing it out until Wade was panting against him, shifting on the bed and lifting his hips to rub against the curve of Peter’s rear. “Say more things like that.” 

“Pete--” 

“But also.” Peter interrupted. “No more cigarettes. I mean it. I’m tired of tasting like an ash tray.” 

“‘ll work on it.” Wade promised. “I only smoke around you cause I’m nervous, you know? Need something to do with my hands.” 

“Here.” Peter pushed Wade’s hand down to his ass. “Now you have something to do with your hands.” 

“....and my mouth.” Wade added and Peter laughed at him. “But I feel like I could figure out something to do with that here pretty quick.” 

“Uh yeah, I think you probably could.”

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#ncts fics #sundays with spideypool #spideypool #soulmate au #peter paker #wade wilson

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Ambivalent | ONE

~ Superhero AU ~ Namjoon x Reader ~ fluff/angst ~ Rated M (mild violence and suggestive themes) ~ 

character guide/summary // TWO

Word Count: 3.5k

"Yoongi, I'm cold," you whined, pouting at him from the other side of the couch.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" he asks, clearly not interested in your antics as he doesn't even spare you a glance, choosing to focus his attention on his phone.

The two of you were sitting on opposite sides of the charcoal coloured 'L' shaped couch. Yoongi was spread out on the other side of you, wearing black sweatpants and a plain black shirt, not even bothered that it was snowing outside. You were curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in a thick duvet, wearing two pairs of socks and still you could feel the chill in the air. You loved winter, the snow made everything look magical, but the extreme cold weather could go fuck itself in your opinion. You weren't made for weather that dipped into negative degrees.

"Yooooooongi," you cry.

"No," he deadpanned, not even turning to look at you.

"Yoongi!"

"I'll keep you warm, princess," Jimin said, jumping over the couch and settling next to you.

"But Yoongi is warmer," you complain, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself as Jimin tugs at it, trying get you to unravel it so he can cram himself in with you. "And you have snow in your hair, where have you been?"

"Running errands," he tells you simply, tugging harder at your blanket. "Let me in, I'm cold too."

"Did you finish your job?" Yoongi asks, turning his attention away from his phone for the first time.

You didn't miss how heavy the atmosphere became, as Yoongi's question had sobered Jimin's playful behaviour for a very tense moment. You had no idea what they were talking about, you never did really, and you they had told you didn't want to know the few times you asked. It was better for you if you didn't know Yoongi said to you once, with a cold demeanour that gave you chills, a sharp contrast to his pyrokinetic abilities. Jimin had brushed you off, coming up with lame quips instead of real answers when you had asked him.

You never asked Seokjin what they did. He was the one that gave them their tasks, but you never asked him.

"Yup, and I already filled hyung in, so don't worry," Jimin informed Yoongi, sounding incredibly serious, something that Jimin usually was not.

Sitting between them as they spoke about things you obviously had no business knowing made you uncomfortable. You had absolutely no idea what they got up to when they weren't around you, and the fact that they weren't willing to tell you frightened you a little. There was nothing you could do, however, except wait for the icy feeling in the room to dissipate.

"Good," was all Yoongi said, before he looked away again, going back to his phone.

There a pause in the room, as Jimin sat in silent contemplation, absently tugging the blanket out from under you and shifted the both of you until he was pressed up against you underneath the duvet. Unfortunately for the both of you, Jimin being under the duvet with you did not make it any warmer. He was still dressed in his dark washed jeans that held onto the cold, bringing it into the warmth of the blanket with him causing you to shy away.

Noticing that you were attempting to shuffle away from his still cold body, he snickered. "It's way too cold today, isn't it?" he asks you, the mischievous edge in his tone making you raise your brows as you wondered what he was up to. "Yoongi-hyung?"

"No," was Yoongi's automatic response.

Jimin focussed all his attention toward Yoongi. "Hyung, we want to cuddle," Jimin pouts, shuffling you, the duvet and himself closer to Yoongi. There was a dark undertone in his voice, something that sounded suggestive and inviting and made people want to do things for him. "You want to cuddle with us too, don't you hyung."

"No." His answered sounded a lot more force than a few seconds ago. "Cut it out."

"Don't be like that hyung, we're cold and you're not. Share your warmth with us, ___ is over here shaking."

You observed in mild fascination as Jimin continued to gaze at Yoongi, eyes bright with focus and mischief. Yoongi had started to squirm from his side of the couch, trying to resist Jimin's temptation. It was futile, he would always give in sooner or later. No one could resist Park Jimin and no one could escape his temptation, not when he willed it upon people. Yoongi, much to his misfortune, was no exception.

The seconds ticked by as Yoongi continued to struggle, trying to block the low whispers of suggestions that Jimin was putting in his head. The two of you sitting on the other end of the couch could feel the heat radiating off him in frustration. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spontaneously combust in frustration, as it had been known to happen in the past.

"Fine," Yoongi admitted, grinding his teeth in annoyance.

With a shout of victory, you and Jimin launch yourselves at Yoongi on his side of the couch, dragging the duvet with you. Yoongi sighed in defeat, shifting around to fit both you and Jimin on either side of him, letting you drape your limbs over him. You stripped yourself of both pairs of socks and proceeded to dig your feet between Yoongi's legs, sighing at the warmth that immediately soothes your stiff, cold toes. Relief fills you as you burrow against Yoongi's chest, soaking up as much of his heat that he's willing to offer, quietly grateful for Jimin and his powers of persuasion.

"I hate the both of you," Yoongi muttered unhappily. "I'm going to kill you, Jimin."

"You're really heartless, did you know that? You were really going to make us freeze like that?" Jimin asked rhetorically against Yoongi's neck, making him shiver from the feeling of Jimin’s breath against his neck.

"Next time you tell me you're cold, I'm going to set you on fire."

"Don't be mean, Yoongi. We can't all be made of fire like you," you scold, pressing the cold tip of your nose against his chest.

"Well maybe you should try," he quips flatly, still tapping away on his phone. You would crane your head to see what exactly he was doing on his phone for so long, but your face was too warm against his chest and you didn't want to move.

"Don't pretend like you don't like this too, hyung. I know you're secretly a fan of cuddling," Jimin teases, his platinum blond hair falling into his eyes.

Yoongi scoffs at the notion, making you laugh against his chest. Sometimes Jimin and Yoongi were scary with their closed conversations, talking around you about things you were afraid to question, and then there were other times like this that made you question whether you imagined those dark, tense moments that passed between them.

It amused you, how different the two were. Yoongi was constantly dissatisfied with the world, with a mask of perfect disinterest where Jimin was all mischief and seduction, enjoying making people - mainly Yoongi - do his laundry for him.  They also tended to fight like cats and dogs; sometimes literally, but after they straightened out whatever beef they had them, they tended to settle down in a strange setting of domesticity. Well, as domestic as living with a pyrokinetic and someone with the power of persuasion could be.

They were you friends, no matter how weird they were. You still cared for them, and you hoped they cared about you in the same way. You assumed they cared about you considering they were letting you stay in their house for free, telling you that it was your home too. Whatever they did when they weren't around you could be forgiven because they were your friends, something that you hadn't really had in more than a few years.

"What is all this?" Seokjin questions, making his presence known.

"Leeches," Yoongi answers, the same time Jimin says "cuddling."

"Yoongi is warm," you sigh against him, feeling relaxed and kind of sleepy now that you were all warmed up. "The world is too cold and cruel for me, I'm never moving."

"Well you're not wrong," Seokjin mutters under his breath, sounding more than amused. "Well I was going to ask if you all wanted to go out for dinner, but I don't think anyone wants to move."

There were noises of agreement from both you and Jimin, and an annoyed sigh from Yoongi, making Seokjin laugh. He shrugs on a jacket, unable to take his eyes off the playful exchange going on between of you. Seokjin doesn't miss how all Yoongi's rude remarks carry no ill intent, or how he doesn't seem as unpleasant as he usually is.

"Take out it is, then. Suggestions?"

"Pizza," you gasp out, finding that you had developed a sudden craving for it. "A big cheese pizza."

"And pepperoni!" Jimin adds. "With stuffed crust!"

"If you two think you can eat on me I will set your beds on fire," Yoongi threatens. "And I want a vegetarian pizza. Any one will do."

"Hyung, we're getting pizza and you choose the one with vegetables on it?" Jimin asks incredulously, judging his hyung.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Yeah, so you two thieves don't steal it."

"That was Jimin! Not me!" you blame immediately, poking Jimin in the face who squirmed away from your finger, batting it away from him.

"Cheese, pepperoni and vegetarian, got it," Seokjin lists, sliding on his shoes.

"And garlic bread," Yoongi chimes in. "Lots of it."

"I'll be back soon," Seokjin announces.

"Why can't you just get it delivered? It's cold out there, hyung," Yoongi suggests, craning his head to watch as Seokjin wraps a scarf around his neck.

"So keep a spot warm for me when I get back, but I have a few things to do first, so you might have wait a bit for the pizza," Seokjin informs the three of you.

"Well, have fun hyung. Don't take too long," Jimin says cheerily.

Seokjin chuckles before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind him. You, Yoongi, and Jimin are quiet after that, choosing to enjoy Yoongi's warmth and the soft, platonic intimacy of cuddling with you friends.

He had been following you all night, you had been aware of that since the first time the two of you made awkward eye contact from opposite sides of the room. He was handsome, much too handsome for the likes of you. His unnaturally platinum blond hair had made him stick out since he walked in the room, and everyone in the room was naturally drawn to this quiet, attractive stranger. The stranger in the tight leather pants that made you want to sin, and a white tank top that had a red writing patterned in a circle that showed off his unfairly toned arms.

The scariest part is that with everybody staring at him, this too good-looking stranger seemed to only have eyes for you. You, who did not even want to come to this party, but was dragged here by a good-natured acquaintance who thought you needed to get out more. You, who was wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of plain blue jeans at a party with girls who breathed fashion and latest trends and put more than a few minutes of effort into their appearance. Not that you were judging, power to the women who wanted to look good, you just didn’t happen to be one of them.

There wasn’t much of you to look at, you were much too aware of that. You were grateful for it because it gave you the ability to wander through the party relatively undetected, which in turn hid you from gross guys with grabby hands. But arguably the most good-looking person in the room seemed to be interested in you, only you, despite the number of people attempting to gain his attention.

Uncomfortable with the attention from the handsome stranger, you turned away from his heated gaze, heading into the kitchen to get a drink. Until now, you hadn't had anything to drink as you've never been comfortable drinking around strangers outside the comfort of your home. You preferred to be with people you know who look after you in case you decide to throw up your entire stomach. You still weren't going to drink any alcohol, you just needed an excuse to escape the man who wouldn't stop staring at you.

Filling up a red solo cup with sprite, you nervously swallowed half of the contents of your cup, cringing at the fizz burning your throat.

"Not a drinker, huh?"

Jumping in fright, you accidentally sloshed the rest of the sprite against your arm. Gasping at the cold drink against your skin, you ignored the heat that bloomed in your face from embarrassment and scrambled for some napkins to dry yourself.

"Definitely not," the stranger laughed, helping to dry your arm.

"Uh you surprised me, that's all," you tried to explain.

"I take it you don't like parties either? I've been watching you; you seem like you want to disappear," the sincerity of his voice made you stop trying to dry all the moisture out of your arm.

Turning, you couldn't tell if you were surprised to find that the attractive man staring at you earlier had followed you into the kitchen. He was smiling at you softly, which was a weird difference from his leather pants that were stretched sinfully tight over his thighs.

"I'm Jimin," he introduced himself as you stood there and stared dumbly at him.

"Uh- ___," you answered slowly, unsure as to why he was talking to you.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Jimin asked, his voice dipping low and suggestive. There was something else to it, something you couldn't describe but you could feel the power of his suggesting pulsing through you, compelling you to follow him. To obey.

"And go where?" you asked to distract yourself from wanting to do whatever Jimin suggested.

"Somewhere fun," he replied, stepping forward into your personal space. "Don't you want to go somewhere fun with me?"

You would've stepped away from Jimin, hoping to create some space between the two of you but you were already pressed against the kitchen bench. Jimin had crowded you, and you wondered if it was because he found you attractive too, or he was just messing with you, wanting to make you uncomfortable. There was barely any space between the two of you, if you looked down to see how close he was you'd knock your head against his. You could feel his breath against your face, and see the ring of brown peeking behind his bright blue contacts.

"Not really," you said softly, not wanting to upset him.

"No?" he repeated, shocked at your refusal.

"No." you repeated firmly.

You shook your head, confirming your refusal and secretly enjoying how Jimin's eyes widened from surprise. You imagined that not many people said no to someone as attractive as Jimin, not when he drew the eyes of everyone when he walked in a room. Jimin had a captivating aura, that made people want to look - yourself included, but you knew that if you went anywhere with him, you’d end up with a broken heart somehow.

There was a moment of silence as Jimin processed what you said. Then he did something that surprised you - other than following you into the kitchen - he started laughing. For what reason, you had absolutely no idea. He just started laughing, taking a step back out of your personal space. You were thankful for that, now that he had backed away from you, you felt like you could breathe again. Although you still weren't sure what was so funny to Jimin, and it had your anxiety creeping up again, giving you slightly paranoid delusions as to why he was laughing.

"You know, I think I like you ___," he finally said.

"Why?" you sounded more than slightly bewildered at his ridiculous statement considering you had just rejected him.

Jimin said nothing, choosing to smile at you. You observed him, confused and intrigued at the same time. You had trouble comprehending how this person you had just met was smiling after you had rejected his advances, and it seemed like a genuine smile too. Jimin smiled and it brightened his face, erasing the dark allure from a moment ago. Jimin was an enigma to you, one that you wished to understand.

The door of your room creaked open, rousing you out of your sleep. You expected it to be Jimin, he sometimes liked to sneak into your bed when it got too cold at night, and you hadn’t seen him all night. He had disappeared after the pizza feast Seokjin came home with, saying that he still had something left to do and locked himself in his room. Whatever it was had taken him a while, as he hadn’t come out of his room when you had decided to retire for the night.

Rolling over to get more comfortable, you closed your eyes again and focussed on going back to sleep, hoping he wouldn’t make too much noise.

"There's a civilian!" you heard an unfamiliar voice hiss, cutting through the darkness in your room.

"How do we know she's a civilian?" another person who sounded unfamiliar to you asked.

In the dark confines of your bedroom, you laid in your bed with your back facing the intruders. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, keeping perfectly still hoping that whoever it was would just leave you alone. Fear clutched at your heart, making it difficult to breathe quietly. You willed yourself to stop breathing so loud, afraid that whoever was in your room would notice that you were awake.

"We already got that pryo psycho, maybe we should just leave her here, Einstein didn't say anything about a girl," the second voice whispered.

You squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that they would do just that.

Please leave, please leave, please leave, please leave.

"She probably knows something, we have to take her," the first voice announced, not trying to be quiet anymore.

Fear paralyzed you, as silence fell over the room. You stopped breathing as you laid there in your bed and waited for them to do something. You had never been all that confrontational, and to be perfectly honest you were also somewhat of a coward too. You had no idea what to do, you couldn't think, you couldn't breathe, you only hoped that you wouldn't accidentally wet the bed.

"Get her."

The next few moments passed in a blur.

Blankets were ripped off your body, making you scream and you curled your body in shame, as you had forgone sleeping in any kind of pants. Even though it was cold, you had an electric blanket under your sheets that kept your bed warm for you, so wearing pants was never a necessity in bed. That had turned out to be a bad idea, as whoever was trying to kidnap you was also getting an eyeful on your teenage mutant ninja turtle underwear. Hands grabbed at you, yanking you up at of bed, shouting at you, words you weren't listening to because you couldn't hear anything over your own screaming.

"Let me go!" you screeched, attempting to wrestle your limbs back from whoever was grabbing them.

"Stop fighting! This will be easier if you just calm down!" the person who was attempting capture you yelled in your ear. "Can't you calm her down?"

"I'm trying, it's not working for some reason," the other person said, sounding frustrated but making no attempt to physically restrain you.

"Gonna have to do this the hard way."

Panic seized you, and you screamed until your throat had started to hurt for the exertion. There was nothing else for you to do but scream. You couldn't fight them, the one who had their hands on you was too strong. He had caged your wrists is one of his fists to stop your arms from flailing around everywhere, and his hands feel like stone around your wrists. They wouldn't budge, no matter how hard you pulled and squirmed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you kick at your captor, swinging your body around wildly in an attempt to break yourself out of his hold.

"Muscles," the other one warned as he watched you struggle.

"I don't want to hurt her, what if she's innocent?" 'Muscles' said, not even sounding like he was struggling at all with your flailing body.

If you weren't out of your mind with fear and panic, you would've noticed how stupid, yet agonisingly appropriate his name was. Unfortunately for you, you were otherwise preoccupied at having your fight or flight response - mostly flight - inhibited by this very strong intruder.

“Sorry about this,” was the last thing you heard before you felt your head explode with white hot pain, struggling to stay awake as the world faded away.

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