#yet it just doesn't sit right with me ahah

[qoeww]

Okay so basically all the ninja turtle bros with someone who paints the future ( kinda like joes mom in TAWOG) and they paint a date with them and the turtle. How who they react to that?? (If this is too much you don’t gotta like write it lmao)

BOYS WITH S/O WHO DRAWS THEM DATING IN FUTURE

Warning: Nothing

Characters: Turtle Bros

Author Note: I am sorry for late answer hun, I hope you like it <3

LEO

Leo gave his room to you for a couple of hours, he knew you liked to paint in silence

And he knew you were drawing pictures so you needed to focus

But it's okay if he stays quiet, right?

He tries to open the door silently, but the hinges make a noise that fills the entire room

And this happened 10 times already

You gave an "Again?" look to him

"Ahah, well now I think you should rest now- What about eating some ice cream, I know a good place. But you know what before we go, I think I can take a look."

If you try to cover your painting he will get more curious and will do everything to see it

"Geez Y/N, don't be shy, I know you are talen-"

Oh

In the drawing you guys are holding hands and it kind of looks like... A date?

if you think he will be sassy about it no. He will start to stutter and gonna try to tug at the neck of his missing sweater while laughing in pain

You guys didn't open feelings to each other yet but it shows he will gonna win your heart

He plays saxophone inside

"You know what, I get it you're being busy with drawing. So I respect your time aaaand this is the place where Leo leaves-"

After two minutes he comes back and whispers "And when you finish it, uhhhhh... please show me."

When you finished your painting and go out for eating ice cream, he will take this as a date

DONNIE

You two were sitting in his labs, he was trying to understand what he did wrong about flight teams at car and you were painting picture humming a song

He finally understand what he did wrong, paired the wrong cables and... Done!

He picked up Raph's broken phone while waiting for you to finish

He finished literally every work but you were still sitting

He slowly approached you and looked over your shoulder

"What."

His brain tries to process, give him one minute

He will deny painting first, maybe this time you draw for fun?

But you swing your head in other directions

Ok, this is impossible for science, even he knows everything you draw had happened

He will turn his back and cover his face, eyebrows are frowning, sweat runs from his neck to his shell

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, NOTHING GOES ACCORDING TO HIS PLAN

He will take a deep breath and turn to you again

And ask for a date.

Yes

RAPH

"Good work team, now hero pose!"

The boys came from the mission while you waiting, the minutes passed like hours so you started painting

Raph threw himself on the couch you were sitting on

"Oh, hey Y/N! What are you doin'?"

Leaning back, he watched your back and involuntarily sighed

Your drawing was important for these boys, they can predict future disasters and that was incredible

But for now, he didn't wanna think about the future just hug you

"I was drawing, the painting is almost done. How was your day?"

When you turned him, he saw the canvas

"Raph... Raph?"

"Is that really... Future?"

"Oh yes."

You two sitting at the corner of the building, the place is lit by candles and your shoulder is on his arm

An awkward silence comes between you, he is just looking other direction

You can hear he is having a meeting with Mind Raph

After deciding what to do he turns to you

"Hey Y/N" He scratched his neck with a shy expression on his face

He will open his feeling to you and will wait for your reply without taking a breath

If you accept his feeling his nervous expression slowly goes big smile

He will hug you for couple hours

Maybe your painting can wait

MIKEY

Mikey was always a sharer so he was happy about sharing his paints with you

I mean, it was a nice way to spend time with his crush

While talking with you, you two can paint. The mix of two perfect activities turned out to be something divine!

He would watch you silently behind you as you drawing the future, sometimes you forgot he was even there

He knows you need to focus

He always wanted and kept his drawings of him and his family from you

But today he was preparing his sprays

After finishing the finishing touches on your painting, you were going to go graffiti

He was so busy preparing everything, so he couldn't look at your canvas, normally you would sit side by side and doodle something

He comes to you crawling from his seat

"Do you need help?"

He looked at your picture as he rested his head on your shoulder

"OMİGOSH! IS THAT FUTURE???"

He will be the only turtle who will ask you out without fear

He is sure you love him too

You take a breaktime to spend time with the orange turtle

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #michelangelo x reader #save rottmnt

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

La Squadra and Sanremo 2001: who is their favourite and how they act during the festival

T O M OR R O W AAAAAAAAAAA,CAN'T WAAAAAIT!!!

Risotto

Team: Elisa

Song: Luce ( Tramonti a Nord Est )

Our beloved capo is literally O B S E S S E D with the (then) young singer; to him her voice is like a light feather caressing his soul and soothing away all the worries of his life.

He is very hyped cause it's Elisa's first time at Sanremo and he wants everything to be perfect, so he can enjoy his queen's performance and give her ( from distance ) all the attention she deserves.

Risotto is the type of Sanremo's fan that starts freaking out the second the news starts talking about the event itself: starts making a list for himself to rate the looks and songs, his favourite beer and snacks are OFF LIMITS and are exclusively for him to consume during the festival and of course he gets an Elisa's t shirt (with her autograph) to parade around the lair. You can imagine his joy when her victory is yelled by Raffaella Carrà, on the Ariston Arena's stage.

Risotto is the karaoke man, so get up and grab your remote to join him screeching " SIAMO LUCE CHE CADE DAGLI OCCHI!! "

Prosciutto

Team: Gigi d'Alessio

Song: Tu che ne sai

Prosciutto is one of the less enthusiast about the festival in the team, but only because the whole deal is EVERYWHERE and he cannot watch other programs on tv ( also because that being the only television in the whole building, he has to suck it up)

Being forced to watch it by Risotto he decides to side on Gigi d'Alessio's team and with the enthusiasm of someone going to see the paint dry he says " Seeee..Vai Gigi...Fagli il culo..." or straight up yawns on the sofa.

During the week is the one that stays out of the house the most, but even when he is outside ( taking a walk or doin a mission) he finds himself mumbling the words of the overly sweet but somehow catchy song, with his deep and hoarse voice " Perchè ho perso la cosa più bella da stringere a me..."

Formaggio

Team: Alex Britti

Song: Sono Contento

Formaggio is right in the middle when it comes to Sanremo, he is happy about it but at the same time he doesn't die if he skips one evening.

His main goal is to learn as many romantic songs as possible with his guitar so he can hit on girls when he goes clubbing/partying

Formaggio usually sits on the carpet and his guitar's noise is the only sound that doesn't bother Risotto ( the capo thinks he is just as invested as he is) and at the end of the first night he chose Alex Britti's song cause

1)He likes it 2) The girls are really into that romantic crap 3) his chances of getting laid with this song (plus a made up story about his " long lost love" ) doubled up

So yeah, our favourite roman cheese man truly is something else when he play his guitar in pubs, girls swooning over him and his cheery yet seducing voice singing " Sono contento di averti accanto, nel bene e nel male per me "

Couldn't find any Alex Britti gif, sigh

Melone

Team: Fabio Concato

Song: Ciao ninin

Melone is also on the team of the least interested in the festival, but boy does he love bothering the ones that enjoy it lmao

He is the one that jokes about singers, outfits, songs, announcers...And the time he even DARED joking about Elisa well, the iron nails that spit on the couch were enough to make him understand to stop.

He finds Fabio Concato and his song decent but what really makes him " Team Concato " is the name of the song...Because is really similar to the tuscan expression " Ciao Nini" ( it means Hey dude/girl) and so this adorable purple idiot tries to find any excuse to make his teammates cringe when he horribly sings his tuscan version of the song " CIAO NINI!! LA 'ANTO STA LETTERA 'OSI!! E GLIE' UN ALIBI LA MUSIHA PE SCRIVETTI E PE DITTI POHA ROBAAAA!! "

Melone's version of the song is written parodically with the " Gorgia Toscana ", basically how i talk every single day of my tuscan life ahah And also i didn't find any gif for Mr Concato too, why Tumblr hates Sanremo 2001!

Ghiaccio

Team: Sottotono

Song: Mezze Verità

Ghiaccio, believe it or not, is another one that actually enjoys Sanremo and the 2001 edition is the one that pumped him up the most.

Ghiaccio prepares himself with his favourite " magic powder ", a bottle of jagermeister and plops himself next to Risotto ready to enjoy Sottotono and their song.

He is actually more interested in the guest invited for the occasion and, the moment he sees Eminem appear on screen, he starts jumping up and down screaming in his native dialect and clapping

The team appreciates his singing skills and actually vibe/encourage him rapping with the america artist at the beat of " The real slim Shady " and Ghiaccio is so into the moment he completely let himself go and start a whole show on the couch: where Formaggio beatbox, Illuso record him with his Nokia, Melone snaps pictures of him and Prosciutto smiles behind his wine glass while slightly bopping his head at the music.

Ghiaccio is jokingly called " Il membro scartato dei Sottotono " ( Sottotono's discarded member) and his aggressive yet weirdly sexy voice can be heard through all Vico Pallonetto with the rhymes " Hai mai dato senza ricevere, Sei mai! Sincero nei rapporti che hai hai, Dai dai!! Bye bye!! Scordati di me sai sai perché!! "

Again, no gif about Sottotono, please don't be mad at me!

Illuso

Team: Bluevertigo

Song: L'assenzio ( The Power of nothing)

Another one of the team "Daje Sanremo" but more than the performances, Illuso is interested in the outfits: he take notes, critiques everyone's fashion sense, and rant about it on his online page " Mirror Mirror on my Blog "

Illuso is already a Bluvertigo's fan and their aesthetic is one of the things he appreciates the most about the band itself; L'assenzio's videoclip to him is a very modern and unique approach to music and is actually happy that so many fresh artist can perform on Ariston's stage.

For the entire week, La Squadra can see him typing on his computer with a concentrated face and whispering the Bluevertigo's song between a sip of Fanta and an online feud started just for fun " Io ricerco lo scontro, ma conosco la pace. Pensi a quello che farai, e a quello che smetterai di fare"

Pesci

Team: Gazosa

Song: Stai con me (Forever)

Pesci being the youngest is watching the Festival for the young artists and has this naive appreciation for the winners of the " Sezione Giovani ", I Gazosa.

He can't truly shows how hyped he actually is about them winning their category ( he fears the mocking of his teammates ) so he just bops his head up and down and smiles through the whole thing and only when he is sure to be alone he starts cleaning up the room and singing " Stai con me forever!! Fino a quando lo vorrai!!" and daydreams about the day when he'll have a girlfriend to dedicate this and other songs to her...but in the meantime he just enjoys his solo performances with the broom in the lair's living room; with empty beer cans, white powder on the coffee table and a sound asleep Formaggio on the floor.

Note from Benny: I know nobody will be interested but my Vento Aureo OC is #teamGiorgia (like me this year) and her stand is called just like the song Giorgia performed at Sanremo 2001: " Di Sole e D'azzurro "

#jjba part 5 #jjba #sanremo 2001 #la squadra #headcanon #jojo melone #jojo prosciutto #jojo risotto #jojo illuso #jojo pesci #jjba ghiaccio #jojo formaggio #voglio andare al karaoke con loro #buon sanremo a tutti voi cittini e cittine

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Fusataro woke that night, starving hungry. But that was the usual fare. What wasn't usual was the look on her charge's face.

A smug, confident smirk and an air of "I told you so."

Also in which Ress tries its damnest to bring back the sexy chest biting vampires AHAH

CWs: sexy vampire feeding, implied history of sa, and also blood. Because vampires.

The last memories of her dreams slipped away with the last rays of the sun. Her eyes slowly peeled open and she sighed into the darkness of her room. The soft mattress and pillows absorbed most of the soft sound. Her stomach clawed at the inside of her abdomen, familiar hunger that urged her out of bed. She sits up and stretches, a groan rolling out of her chest. To her right, her charge sits, dutifully waiting for her to wake with a smile on his face.

And at the side of her bed sits a young maiden, on her knees and trembling. A maiden she doesn't recognize. Fusataro slides her legs off of the bed, facing the young woman.

"What a pleasant surprise. You're not one of mine, are you?"

"N-not yet, my lady."

Rage remains quiet, watching as his sire gently examines the girl with cold hands. She already has bitemarks. She belongs to another lord. Or did. Fusataro's eyes rise up and meet the gaze of her charge. Without having to be asked, he speaks.

"The hunters were successful. The lord's thralls have all either killed themselves or come here. She is yours to take, my lady."

"They were...?" Her voice is breathless, red tinged eyes wide with amazement, "Oh, I am put to shame for underestimating them." She smiles, then looks down to the woman.

"What is your name, darling?"

"Renée, my lady."

"Renée... I'm pleased to have you, then. Here, come onto the bed with me."

Rage stands to leave the room, his news delivered.

Renée hesitates, but stands just long enough to sit next to the older woman, her eyes still averted. Fusataro's eyes run over her dress.

"We will have to get you something better than this, something I can open the front of. Your poor neck is so marked up. Crude man. There are so many better places to bite that don't force you to stay indoors." Delicate fingers, cold in the evening chill, run across the lines of her neck, "Take it off. I want access to your chest."

With a tremble, the young lady does as she's told, sitting now in her undergarments. She expects sexual abuse. Fusataro can smell it on her. She gently soothes the woman with a reassuring hum, pulling her closer and pressing her lips against the soft flesh of her chest, right above where her breast begins its swell. Her hands stay in chaste places as her lips peel back and fangs slip out to pierce into untouched flesh.

The woman gasps and her heart beats faster, pushing more blood into her lady's mouth. Some spills before it can be lapped up, staining her undergarments and slicking her chest. She gently raises her hands and places them on her lady's shoulders. She expects to be reprimanded for it, but it never comes, allowed to steady herself as dizziness takes over, the venom rolling into her system with a familiar delirium.

Warmth pulses back into the vampire's body, her hands, gently pressed to the woman's back, are no longer so cold... and she pulls away. She laps at the wounds, laps at the mess she made. The edge of her hunger shaved away, she presses a soft kiss to the reddened wound. Renée shivers as she's laid back, hands caressing her.

"Rest... one of the others will bring you food in a moment. For now, just rest."

Fusataro stands, leaving her there to recover. She flicks a little bell hanging on her bed and two of her original thralls come in to help her get dressed. After a moment, straightening her sleeves, she hums.

"Send for the hunters. I'd like to congratulate them on their victory. I assume Rage has already ordered for dinner to be served, yes?"

The man to her right nods.

"Good..."

#vampire au #ress writes #im just vomiting out shit now #... actually i might post this au to Ao3... #hrm...

[writteninkat]

Triple Kill | Denki x Reader

summary:

Triple Kill (verb)

- where you give your boyfriend a blowjob, you ride him, then you take him from behind all whilst he plays overwatch

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You and Denki have decided and agreed that dates shouldn't mean you have to do something together. A date can be when you two just chill together in a room, doing your own thing alone—may it be playing games, using your phones, reading, sleeping; just basking in each other's presence.

Right now, that's what's happening. You're glad you and your boyfriend have this kind of bond, you thanked the gods when he agreed. But something about today feels...different.

You keep staring at him—how fast his fingers are when he switches from button to button, how smooth they glide, how his biceps flex whenever he has a difficult enemy to put down, the sexy glare that somehow hasn't cracked his screen yet.

Either Denki's super hot right now, or you're just really horny. Or both.

You clench your thighs together in an attempt to relieve any kind of tension you have going on inside, but it's not helping. You tried to sneak your hand down your panties, having taken off your shorts, but it doesn't stimulate you. Just not in the way you know Denki can.

It's irritating. Really. Fucking. Irritating.

You try to distract yourself by scrolling through social media, watching videos, even going as far as watching a scary movie. But all you can think of are Denki's fingers, his tongue, his cock—fuck this really isn't helping.

"Hey babe?" You pout, watching your boyfriend move his right headphone behind his ear.

"Yes my love?"

"Are you busy? Like are there a lot of enemies?" You ask, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"Do you need me to get off the game, love?"

"No, no! Don't get off the game." You know how busy Denki has been this month; hero work, school work, and he spent more time with you than he did with his friends. You don't want to keep him all to yourself, no matter how selfish you want to be right now.

You bite your lip, feeling the wheels turn in your head at the feeling of trying to think of an idea, a way where he doesn't have to get off his game but still help you- ahah. Cue, a lightbulb above your head.

You hop off the bed, feeling butterflies creating mini tornadoes in your stomach. This has got to be my smartest idea ever.

Standing beside his chair, you place a hand on Denki's nape, running your thumb up and down, left and right as you keep your eyes on the screen. Games have never caught your attention, not in the way books have, but that doesn't mean you aren't bad at them.

"Need something my love?" He asks, eyes never leaving the screen. "Yeah, I wanna play a game." You answer, feeling horns grow on your head.

He turns to look at you but you grab his jaw gently, turning his head back at the screen. "The rules are simple. You don't let your friends know that we're playing a game, and you make sure you don't lose either. Keep your focus."

Denki is quiet for a moment, probably pondering over the idea before nodding his head. "Alright. Let's play."

With that, you smile, lifting your hoodie off of yourself, leaving you in your soaked panties. Denki's eyes widen, probably, hopefully, seeing you in his peripheral vision. You get on your knees before crawling under the table, sitting on your heels once you're in between his legs.

You look up at him, chuckling at how nervous he is before kissing his thighs. You run your lips up and down, teasing him over his sweatpants before sliding your fingers upwards, tugging at his waistband.

You pull his sweats down, along with his underwear. He gets the idea, lifting himself up a little bit before sitting back down. His sweats pool around his ankles and you bite your lip at the sight of his already hard cock. You just love how you still have this effect on him despite years of being together.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you look up at him, seeing his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Sero, cover me." You're impressed by how neutral his voice sounds. Well, that won't be for long. I'll have you whimpering into your mic as your friends listen to you being such a whiny boy.

You drag your tongue up the side of his cock, listening to him clear his voice before biting onto his lip. His taste has you getting wetter—if that's even possible. You lift your knee, pulling his foot towards you before sitting on it, rocking your hips back and forth to relieve the tension in your cunt.

Denki's eyes widen, looking down at you. You narrow your eyes, before mouthing—eyes on the screen. He does as told and you continue with lapping him up like a dog with a bone. Your lips wrap around the head, sucking on it as you clean it of precum.

He tastes...electric.

It doesn't take you long before you're taking him in your mouth, your tongue flattening as you wipe it side to side on the underside of his cock. Hallowing your cheeks, you push your head down, feeling him hit the back of your neck before pulling away, and then going back down again.

Denki's breathing has gotten uneven, it only gets worse when you begin playing with his sack—fondling with them playfully before releasing his cock from your mouth only to suck on his balls again.

You know how to give Denki head, you fucking practice on him. And you love watching him slowly breakdown at every move you pull.

You look back up to see his lips parted; he's breathing through his mouth now. He's close.

You take his cock in your mouth once again, bobbing your head multiple times and as you feel the muscles in his thighs flex, you push your head as low as you can, swallowing him up, your throat squeezing around him.

The warmth of his release fills your throat and your mouth and the groan that slips past his lips are like music to your ears.

"Huh? Oh-fuck, sorry guys. I got hit..." Denki laughs nervously, trying to play it off as you lick up his cock, cleaning him before slightly pushing his chair back.

After making, seeing and hearing him come, your hornier than ever and would kill for his dick. You stand up, pushing your panties off of you before climbing onto his lap, resorting to kissing him on his neck to allow him to still see the screen.

You begin rocking your hips back and forth, rubbing your cunt on his cock, feeling it harden with every second you move. Denki begins to breathe harshly again; he wants to be inside you. What he wants, he gets.

You lift your hips, aligning yourself with him before lowering, biting your lower lip in an attempt to avoid making a noise. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He feels so fucking good I'm losing my mind.

You resume moving your hips, lifting yourself up until your thighs hurt but you can't stop, you won't. The knot tightening in your core has you riding your boyfriend, desperate for release.

Denki has completely forgotten about the game—his eyes on you, controller on the table, hands gripping either sides of your waist. "You lost the game." You pant, never stopping your movements.

"You think I give a fuck?" He growls, pulling your hips up and down, using you to chase after his own release. Denki takes one of your nipples in his mouth, the desperation of cumming evident on how hard he bites down on your hardened bud.

"Oh fuck Denki! Fuck, fuck!" You cry out, throwing your head back as your hands travel up his hair, tugging on the strands tightly at the feeling of your orgasm at arm's length.

Denki's mouth releases your nipple, teeth sinking onto your shoulder as his fingers dig onto your hips, groaning as he cums. The pain overwhelms you, pushing you over the edge as your walls tighten around your boyfriend, milking him for more. Your entire body shakes at the overly satisfying feeling, leaving you dazed and weak for a few moments.

"Get up." Denki barks, snapping you out of your state.

"What?" Your voice is weak, matching your body and mental state.

"Get. The fuck. Up." Denki is glaring hardly at you, causing a pool of fear to gather inside you.

"Are you-are you mad? At me?"

Denki huffs, lifting you himself. He turns you around, bending you over his desk, a firm hand pressing on your back. "You have me all riled up, love." He huffs, gathering your hands and pinning them on your back.

What ever happened to the Denki who you loved to see break? And why are you liking this side of him even more?

"You just love being a fucking slut, don't you?" You have no idea how to respond to that, so you stay quiet. Wrong choice. He slaps your ass so hard it has you yelling out profanities. "Fucking. Answer." He growls.

You feel something dripping down the inside of your thighs.

Am I wet right now?

You quickly nod your head, desperate to please him with the right answer. "Yes, yes!"

Denki squeezes your ass, the burning sensation of when he slapped it intensifying rapidly. Despite the pain, your cunt is still wet.

No, I'm not wet. I'm fucking dripping for him.

"Then I'll fuck you like the slut you are." He seethes, grabbing his headphones and controller. "Make a single noise and you won't get to cum." Denki threatens, aligning his dick on your ass.

You don't get time to mentally prepare yourself. The second he turns his game back on, he thrusts inside you. You bite on your lower lip, stopping any sound from leaving your throat. Denki's thrusts are brutal, causing your body to rock on the table every time he moves forward.

Anal is enjoyable for you, but not as much as when he takes your cunt, but with how he's fucking you—aggressively like he hasn't fucked you in months, you feel a stronger orgasm building up.

You begin panting, your head in the clouds, lips parted open as your drool drips down your chin and evidently on the table. Your eyes have been rolled to the back of your head and all uou can feel is Denki's cock thrusting in and out of you, completely fucking you dumb.

"Thanks for the game guys," Denki snaps you out of your dreamy state, "I have to take care of my girlfriend now. Bye guys." His tone is so chirpy and happy, giving you whiplash with how different he was a few minutes ago.

His game goes back to the lobby and Denki sets his controller and headseat on the table, one hand returning to pinning your wrists on your back and the other gripping your bruising hip.

"Fuck you feel so good baby," He pants, "Such a good slut for me. All for me. Mine." He leans into your ears, kissing and nipping at your neck all while his thrusts never slow down.

"Close! I'm so close Denki!" You moan loudly. "Me too my love. Fuck you feel so good around me. So fucking tight." His thrusts become even more relentless, the table moving on the carpeted floors.

Denki slaps your ass once more, the sudden contact and pain causing your legs to tremble, the knot inside you releasing, your mind blacking out and your own juices dripping down your legs.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You wake up to your entire body completely sore, sun already high up in the sky and warm breathing on the top of your head. You look up at your boyfriend with a big smile on your face, stroking his cheek gently.

Denki groans, stirring from his sleep. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, adjusting themselves to the light. "Good morning." He smiles, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Good morning."

Denki raises a brow at your expression, "Someone woke up on the right side of bed."

You stroke his cheek with the pad of your thumb, running it down his lip, his chin, his neck, before wrapping your hand around it.

"Someone woke up with multiple new kinks."

Denki's eyes widen for a moment before his eyes darken, as if something sinister and dark has been let out of its cage. "'Was waiting for you to come around."

#denki x y/n #denki fanfiction #denki scenarios #denki x reader #denki smut #denki x you #bnha smut #mha smut #boku no hero smut #my hero academia smut #denki imagine #denki kaminari #kaminari smut #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader

[andsheloved]

hello friends!! sorry for the bit of inactivity recently!! i'm very much looking forward to doing some more writing and posting a bit more softness and fluffiness because that truly cures my brain :) and i'm so sorry for posting all these drabbles so late and most certainly not on tuesday like i said, but i pinky promise all of the drabbles will be written and finished and posted so soon!! i very much like to keep it positive on this blog but i just wanted to share something that happened in my life that has made it a bit :( with brain weirdness, but please skip over this if you don't want to read all that!! regardless, i am sending all my love and hugs to you all!! thank you so much for all the lovely messages i've received recently and i love you all very much mwauh

tw: adhd, general mental health wackiness

so basically long story short, after a lot of suspicions and 'hmm, maybe??' i was diagnosed with adhd just recently, and honestly, it threw me for a loop. getting a diagnosis on one hand, made things make a bit more sense for me, but on the other hand, i just feel a little boggled by the whole thing. like at the end of the day, i'm still me, being fully diagnosed with adhd has not changed who i am, i literally am still just madeline, but my brain was like 'ahah no <3'. i absolutely know that having adhd doesn't make me any less of a person or anything, but that weird, angry part of my mind just sometimes wishes i was 'normal', which i know normal is like, not really a thing if that makes sense, but there are some days when i wish my brain wasn't like this. one of my biggest fears when i was diagnosed was how people are going to treat me if they were to find out. i know that adhd shouldn't define how a person treats you, but my anxiety just thinks that people are going to 'baby me' if i were to ever tell them. i know that, already, i'm a lot as a human, i get super excited about things that not many people around me care about, i freak out over fictional men a lot, i cry over star wars and marvel and all that, and sometimes, people are turned off by all that. it's a bit difficult for me to make friends on occasion, and i'm absolutely so thankful for the people i've met on here that have accepted me so happily. i love you all so so so much. you have no idea how much your fun conversations and yearning messages have helped me smile. i think that at the bottom of all this anxiety and upsetness during this time has stemmed from 'what are people going to think of me if they knew?' and i know in reality, i actually don't have to tell anyone, but i just ?? you know ?? anyways, i suppose i've always had a feeling adhd was kind of happening for me, but to get a final answer is both a relief and a little scary all at once. there's nothing to do really other than to move forward, and yet i'm sitting in my room on some nights wondering what am i going to do. it's just a weird time. anyways, if you've gotten this far just know that i love you and am sending you all the hugs right now, i very much understand that there are a lot of things happening in the world right now and this is very trivial compared to all that, but i just am sending all of you the biggest hug with whatever you're going through. you are more than enough and i love you so much. you all deserve the world :)

#madeline rambles! #long post #madeline screams into the void #tw: adhd

[une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir]

random thoughts on jon connington’s chapters

This is part 2, part 1 can be found here.

The Griffin Reborn

Aegon and Danerys

The first part of this chapter details Jon Connington taking over his former castle Griffin's Roost as well as remembering how he lost the Battle of Stony Sept.

Some Daniella stans have cried about how the show made her bad (ahah she's already bad), by giving her Jon Connington's supposed endgame. I believe they're partially right. Jon Connington's thoughts on Stoney Sept are foreshadowing of the burning of King's Landing, but of Danerys doing it.

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

He had lost it all at Stoney Sept, in his arrogance. (...)

And so he swept down on Stoney Sept, closed off the town, and began a search. (...) The townsfolk were hiding him. They moved him from one secret bolt-hole to the next, always one step ahead of the king's men. The whole town was a nest of traitors. At the end they had the usurper hidden in a brothel. What sort of king was that, who would hide behind the skirts of women? Yet whilst the search dragged on, Eddard Stark and Hoster Tully came down upon the town with a rebel army. Bells and battle followed, and Robert emerged from his brothel with a blade in hand, and almost slew Jon on the steps of the old sept that gave the town its name.

For years afterward, Jon Connington told himself that he was not to blame, that he had done all that any man could do. His soldiers searched every hole and hovel, he offered pardons and rewards, he took hostages and hung them in crow cages and swore that they would have neither food nor drink until Robert was delivered to him. All to no avail.

Bobby B was very much loved by the people in general, in fact that's the whole thing with Stoney Sept. The townsfolk hid him because they loved him, despite the violence inflicted towards them. As Connington says, they endured everything for Bobby B's sake, they rebuffed bribes and they endured executions, even a hunger strike. Not one turned traitor, not one turned over Bobby B. Such we have a town hiding a "ruler" they love.

As a side-note, in the books the bells tolled to warn the citizens of the battle and to persuade them to stay inside their houses. It was a statement, marking a rebellion against the invading force and not a surrender signal. I believe it's in the show that is said, bells ring for dead kings, weddings (bride of fire, meaning biurning shit), and the beginning of war (this was waaay before they came up with the accident that is season 8).

Daenerys IV ~ ACOK

(second stanza) A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. (...) A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. (...) A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly.

Epilogue ~ AFFC

Aegon has been shaped for rule since before he could walk. (...) He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Tommen has been taught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows that kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them."

Aegon (who's associated with boats, the Shy Maid) will be loved, he's the cloth dragon the people are cheering for (it doesn't mean he's fake, LMAO) and Danerys will burn King's Landing in retalliation. Like Cersei Lannister ended up "loved" in the penultime episode of the show, when she took the townsfolk inside the Red Keep. Forced, I know, but that's what they depicted and what Daniella thought just before she burned them all, the townsfolk preferred Cersei to Daniella. And we highly suspect show!Cersei took book!Aegon's role, such it will be him that will be sitting in King's Landing in the books.

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

"Tywin Lannister himself could have done no more," he had insisted one night to Blackheart, during his first year of exile.

"There is where you're wrong," Myles Toyne had replied. "Lord Tywin would not have bothered with a search. He would have burned that town and every living creature in it. Men and boys, babes at the breast, noble knights and holy septons, pigs and whores, rats and rebels, he would have burned them all.

he would have burned them all.

This is Bran's prophetic visions in sequence, linking Drogon, flying over King's Landing, then an "equivalence" between Aerys saying "burn them all" and Danerys with Drogon.

It's also worth mentionioning for the milionth of time, that "Daenerys" is is an anagram for "Aerys End", you know the guy who wanted to burn King's Landing to the ground instead of letting beloved by the people Bobby B take the throne.

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

He was not wrong, Jon Connington reflected, leaning on the battlements of his forebears. I wanted the glory of slaying Robert in single combat, and I did not want the name of butcher.

Daenerys IV ~ ADWD

Dany was appalled. He is a monster. A gallant monster, but a monster still. "Do you take me for the Butcher King?"

"Better the butcher than the meat. All kings are butchers. Are queens so different?" (...)

What have I done? she thought, huddled in her empty bed. I have waited so long for him to come back, and I send him away. "He would make a monster of me," she whispered, "a butcher queen." But then she thought of Drogon far away, and the dragons in the pit. There is blood on my hands too, and on my heart. We are not so different, Daario and I. We are both monsters.

Danerys accepting her dragon side, which haappens at the end of ADWD and this is why she manages to ride Drogon, is directly connected to being a monster, a butcher. This is word play that translated to the show as well.

GoT 7x02 - Stormborn

DAENERYS picks up a dragon figurine from the table.

DAENERYS: If Viserys had three dragons and an army at his back, he'd have invaded King's Landing already.~

TYRION: Conquering Westeros would be easy for you. But you're not here to be queen of the ashes.

DAENERYS: No.

DAENERYS puts down the dragon figurine.

TYRION: We can take the Seven Kingdoms without turning it into a slaughterhouse. If the great houses support your claim against Cersei, the game is won.

Danerys clothes when she burned King's Landing have red staining the skirt, like a butcher's apron stained with blood as he works.

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

"Wait, I say. Gather our power, win some small lords to our cause, let Lysono Maar dispatch his spies to learn what we can learn of our foes."

Connington gave the plump captain-general a cool look. This man is no Blackheart, no Bittersteel, no Maelys. He would wait until all seven hells were frozen if he could rather than risk another bout of blisters. "We did not cross half the world to wait. Our best chance is to strike hard and fast, before King's Landing knows who we are.

In the show, Danerys is impatient to attack King's Landing, she doesn't want to wait, and has to be convinced REPEATEDLY to not "strike hard and fast". And in one of them, Daenerys and butchering linked together makes yet another appearance (the script above).

Aegon the Conqueror

Maegor the Cruel

Danerys the Butcher. Bitch deserves it.

Aegon and Jon Connington

In the second part of the chapter, Aegon arrives at the Griffin's Roost and Connington and Aegon discuss the attack on Storm's End.

Sansa VII ~ ASOS

The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they'd raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar. "That was unchivalrously done, my lady."

"As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home."

She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

A solid man, and true, Connington thought as he watched Duck dismount, but not worthy of the Kingsguard. He had tried his best to dissuade the prince from giving Duckfield that cloak, pointing out that the honor might best be held in reserve for warriors of greater renown whose fealty would add luster to their cause, and the younger sons of great lords whose support they would need in the coming struggle, but the boy would not be moved. "Duck will die for me if need be," he had said, "and that's all I require in my Kingsguard. The Kingslayer was a warrior of great renown, and the son of a great lord as well."

At least I convinced him to leave the other six slots open, else Duck might have six ducklings trailing after him, each more blindingly adequate than the last. "Escort His Grace to my solar," he commanded. "At once."

Prince Aegon Targaryen was not near as biddable as the boy Young Griff had been, however. The better part of an hour had passed before he finally turned up in the solar, with Duck at his side. "Lord Connington," he said, "I like your castle."

"Your father's lands are beautiful," he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy's. "As do I, Your Grace. Please, be seated. Ser Rolly, we'll have no further need of you for now."

"No, I want Duck to stay." The prince sat. "We've been talking with Strickland and Flowers. They told us about this attack on Storm's End that you're planning."

Jon Connington did not let his fury show. "And did Homeless Harry try to persuade you to delay it?"

"He did, actually," the prince said, "but I won't. Harry's an old maid, isn't he? You have the right of it, my lord. I want the attack to go ahead … with one change. I mean to lead it."

As I said in the part 1 of this series, there are many parallels between Aegon's story and Sansa's story. One is a future event, where Sansa and Aegonwill escape the toxic mentors that pose as their fake parent (even if Connington isn't 1/10 as bad as Littlefinger).

In Sansa's case, this most likely will happen when she flees north if "Sansa is Grey Girl" theory holds true (and it happened in the show, moreover this is a parallel she has with Arya and Bran as well, both will also have to flee their toxic mentors soon) and she'll grow more independent from Pedofinger as she regains her identity as Sansa Stark and with her cousin (and the North) by her side.

In Aegon's case, we can see that he's already more indepedent than he used to be (it all started when he stepped up at the Golden Company higher-ups and convinced them to fight for him and his cause). Connington suggests this is because the boy is now Aegon Targaryen and no longer Young Griff, in other words Aegon is growing more confident the more he regains his identity.I suspect that like Sansa, Aegon will grow even more confident with his cousin Arianne (and Dorne) by his side.

Sansa II ~ AGOT

When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. "You must be one of her daughters," he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. "You have the Tully look."

Sansa VII ~ AGOT

"I won't." He sounded almost like Marillion, the night he'd gotten so drunk at the wedding. Only this time Lothor Brune would not appear to save her; Ser Lothor was Petyr's man. "You shouldn't kiss me. I might have been your own daughter . . ."

"Might have been," he admitted, with a rueful smile. "But you're not, are you? You are Eddard Stark's daughter, and Cat's. But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was, when she was your age."

The Griffin Reborn ~ ADWD

But when Jon Connington stepped out onto the high battlements, the view was just as intoxicating as he remembered: the crag with its wind-carved rocks and jagged spires, the sea below growling and worrying at the foot of the castle like some restless beast, endless leagues of sky and cloud, the wood with its autumnal colors. "Your father's lands are beautiful," Prince Rhaegar had said, standing right where Jon was standing now. And the boy he'd been had replied, "One day they will all be mine." As if that could impress a prince who was heir to the entire realm, from the Arbor to the Wall. (...)

"Lord Connington," he said, "I like your castle."

"Your father's lands are beautiful," he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy's. "As do I, Your Grace. Please, be seated. Ser Rolly, we'll have no further need of you for now."

Pedofinger and Ebonington. Leave the children alone! *screams*

#aegon VI targaryen

[bansheeoftheforest]

Stole the other wing, but what if Jekffin route + transmasc Jekyll? Hurt/comfort potential.

TW: talk of unintentional misgendering

What if the Lodgers start arguing about whether or not Jekyll Jr. is a she-cat or a tom, and they decide to just check? Jekyll is mortified, and it's made worse by them calling him 'little lady' and 'miss Jekyll'. Griffin is the only one who doesn't, barking about 'cats don't care what they're called', and comforts Jekyll in a private. Maybe part of his comfort/teasing is calling Jekyll 'his handsome tom cat' and other things?

Okay now for some fluff; what if after a while of dating Griffin, Jekyll suddenly tells everyone he has to leave for a family emergency that makes take, oh, let's sayyy three to four months? Don't ask him why specifically that amount of time, goodbye everyone. Jekyll Jr. is seen around the Society alot more, especially with Griffin and Griffin Jr. Everyone is curious as to why 'both Griffins' seem extra concerned about Jekyll Jr. lately, until right before Jekyll's scheduled return someone opens a closet and finds Jekyll Jr. and Griffin Jr. inside.

Oh, and a whole litter of kittens.

I imagine they'd both have to come clean about their shifter natures and relationship as soon as the kittens suddenly turned into human babies at random, but the idea of Jekyll and Griffin trying to wrangle a bunch of toddlers who can turn into kittens and get into even more mischief is a very cute thought to me. Just "Rose, NO, get off of that cabinet right this instant!! Hydrangrea, get away from my alcheny equipment, you'll hurt yourself!! Chrysanthemum, stop that, you'll shred the curtains!! Marigold–!! ..well, you're napping in a sunbeam, that's fine- ALLIUM JEKYLL-GRIFFIN, IF YOU TOUCH THAT WINE BOTTLE, SO HELP ME—"

Wait they're names put together spell C.H.A.R.M., that's so cute.. the charm squad.. they charm they're way out of mischief.. anytime they act grumpy like Griffin or sweet like Jekyll the Lodgers say 'you inherited your father's charm'...

Sidenote: I named them all after flowers so Jekyll can call them his flower patch because I like to headcanon that he really likes flowers and also it's cute. "Now where has my flower patch gone off to?" is said everytime the girls are hiding and it makes them giggle and he immediately finds them.

I'm just going to be honest with you for a second and admit that I'm often not entirely comfortable with transmasc/mpreg/general preg stuff but! I have to admit that this is absolutely adorable. (Also just to clarify I am not shooting this idea down and I don't want you to feel bad I just wanted to put this out here real quick <3 Also. I was in the middle of my DND session when I got this ask so let me tell you quickly checking my inbox I was not prepared to read what I thought said "ALLEMINIUM JEKYLL GRIFFIN". That confused the shit out of me before I could actually sit down and read this XD)

Putting a read more link on this in case this makes anyone uncomfy btw <3

Ok but before I go into this now I'm getting very interested in the biology of this. And I guess this specific paragraph is going to be slightly NSFW if peeps want to skip that. But like... Would things work differently depending on how they did it? I'm assuming that Henry hasn't transitioned yet if he is still able to get preggo and his cat form is still biologically female, but would things work differently if they were like... Cats rather than humans? Would it be the same deal? Would it be a specific catshifter thing about having to be in cat form while bearing a litter? Would the kits be able to randomly turn into babies right away, or would they be stuck as kits for a while until they are... Say, actual functional toddlers both cat and human wise, or is it a coming of age/puberty thing? Is it just some magic hocus pocus that there is a specific thing that suddenly makes them human for a bit, or is it something that grows with them? Does the form they are born in determine what they predominantly are? Like if they are born as humans, would they be more human than cat, etc? Would the effects of the pregg stuff affect Henry's human form too, since he hasn't transitioned?

Ok i'm not going to get into this. I have had too much sexual biology this week in school already lol

BUT ANYWAYS.

I really do wonder how Jekyll would find out and even tell Griffin about this. They have been dating for what, a few months? And it's in those few months that they both have learned about the other being a catshifter and Griffin has learned about Jekyll being transmasc, I like the thought of them doing the do once thinking like "pfffft, what are the odds, right?". The odds were very high, apparently. Maybe Henry wouldn't even notice until he and Griffin are lounging in their cat forms and suddenly Griffin feels that something is... Strange with Henry. He is acting a little bit weirdly suddenly, his smell is new. Imagine the absolute panic. Or even better if one of the different zoologists starts noticing the changes with "miss Jekyll" and immediately are pointing fingers at Griffin Jr. and Hyde Jr. wondering which of those fuckers did this (which counters what you said with them not knowing until they find the litter but cat preggs are v hard to hide. Mfs look like they swallowed a football <3)

Also love the thought of Jekyll having peacefully sat up a lil nest inside some closet, a Lodger deciding that that particular closet has just been gathering dust for years so it's time to clean it out-- oh shit the cats are here-- OH SHIT A LITTER OF KITTENS IS HERE-- oh ahah nice Griffin Jr. is currently trying to bite my face off, nice.

I just... I love the imagination of Jekyll and Griffin having to explain all of this. Ahah yes we are both the love children of interspecies romance between humans and werecats or catshifters. We have also been dating for a few months, Jekyll was born a woman, and oh yes, we accidentally created four kids, whoops lol, shit happens.

(imagine the exasperation/shock/confusion of all the zoologists and Maijabi. The Zoologists bc of the... Well, biological facts and Maijabi bc his son-- WHAT THE HELL MAN YOU ARE A DOCTOR YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER.)

would the kids grow like kittens? Like insanely fast? Takes a year or two suddenly the two-year-olds are as developed as seven-year-olds. Just... The chaos of everything. Also "the flower patch" is an adorable nickname and I love that <3

#Jeks I am so sorry if this answer is not satisfying but I tried my best </3 #also once more; definitely do not mean to make you feel bad/regret sending this ask at all #Things like this often is just not my cup of tea but it's still v adorable to imagine <3 #thejeksburyguy #ask #banshees au #catshifter au

[jiwonsssi]

— differences, pt. 1

Plot: You are a dancer of his team and, as The Fanfiction's Rule prescribe, you find yourself falling in love with Jiwon. You found yourself falling for every little difference he has. You are heplessly gone. Or not?

Characters: Eun Jiwon/'You'

Warnings: swearing.

A/N: Take a note, this is important part of a story: the 'you' person is under 25-26. Someone older wouldn't probably fit entirely, but since you all are here for nsfw part, there it wouldn't matter ahah

- It's not okay to be that late, right? - you hear someone sitting down right next to you, sighing harshly. Oh how you understand that sigh, - It's already been an hour. I fed up with waiting.

- Are you going to be the one who would say that to him? - you laugh, leaning backwards and the guy near you humps something under his nose, shaking his head, - Thought so.

But the thing is, he is absolutely right. You so fed up with waiting. Eun Jiwon is hella late for dance practice and if this would be his first time doing so, it would be doubtly okay. But the fourth one is getting out of hand. Yet what can you do? Complain to his manager? Complain to Jiwon himself? Being late yourselves? Throw rocks at him, in the end? Nothing's gonna work. Because if he's late, he wanted to be late. You see it in his eyes everytime he apologizes.

Eun Jiwon is not sorry at all.

Somehow you even respect him for his honesty. Man needs to have a tremendous amount of bravery, nerves and talent to be that shameless. Must be tiring, after all.

- And, what are you doing on Friday evening? Perhaps you and Sungha might visit my birthday party. No presents, just bring alcohol and something to eat. So what?

You barely know him. For real. It must one of the first times you two even have a somewhat decent conversation? He's new to the team and in general not really a bad guy (who knows though), but there is something you just don't like about him. And his offer. If he's about to invite every one that he sees, it will be a dirty mess. It's not like you are "homegirl" kind of a person, but being stuckes in a small flat with tons of drunk people in the middle of nowhere is not quite your cup of tea.

- We'll come, - your thoughts on how to say "no" in the most polite way possible were interrupted by your boyfriend, who now stands at the other side of you, leaning to the huge mirror and nodding happily.

- Then party it is, - you answer, making it obvious for Sungha that your 'happy' smile isn't happy at all and murmur 'who likes to rest after the long week anyway' under your breath.

- What did you say?

There is no time to answer the question, because your eyes met a long awaited 'main star' who tries to pretend that everything is okay and he wasn't late for an hour, bowing slightly as part of saying hello. Indeed, shameless.

- What? Let's get to work, the sooner we start, the sooner we end, - throwing rocks at him doesn't seem like a bad idea anymore; and judging by people around' expressions, not only for you.

Actually you don't mind waiting. It's not like you need to endure cold weather, rain, snow, thirst or hunger; you just.. relax. You have everything around, you can eat and drink and chat with someone; just do whatever you want. You just love complaining, probably. And you badly afraid to miss your bus, among everything. It's all fun until you will have to go to your home in the middle of the night by your own feet.

The practice goes smoothly, as it should be. The pros of working with someone who has experience and desire to actually make a performance better are undeniable. Somehow you, dancers, yourselves, cause more problems than Eun Jiwon ever did since you started to train together. Might be because he moves as he likes to; he knows every move and you see it clearly, everybody does. Yet he brought something new in the way he works it; only for himself, in his own style. Nobody does it like him and you understood it perfectly through almost two weeks of practicing together.

Apart from being surprisingly (for you) gifted in dancing, he was the same surprisingly humble sunbae. It's not like you worked with a lot, but the amount of men who caught a star with their short lasting fame you have met amazes you every time.

So overall Eun Jiwon was someone who you never imagined to be a person that he is. Quite unusual, actually.

And the most unusual part in all this is that you were particularly staring at him for, well, more than two hours and he was absolutely aware of this fact. It's not like you were ashamed or felt an urge to blush whenever you have been catching an eye contact, it's just.. weird. Everyone will find it weird; even though you didn't really mean anything. He just happened to stay in your focus while you were occupied with thoughts and work. It's not like you need this practice anyway. As many of you, actually.

The only thing you care about now is that you are terribly missing the last bus. Maybe fifteen minutes ago you had a chance, but now when it's clear that you are going to use your feet while going home in the blistering cold after almost three hours of non-stop dancing and knowing that tomorrow you will need to wake up early, your mood is absolutely destroyed. And so when the practice is announced to be over, you try your best to put on the most pure and happy smile without making your shitty mood visible.

- Would you be able to walk me home? I missed my bus and the subway is closed at my station, please, - you can't persuade your boyfriend to do everything, it's obvious. But you know that he lives near by and doesn't really need to do anything tomorrow, so.. why not try? In the sweetest voice you could ever maintain, of course.

He is nice. He really is. You date him for a reason, in the end. He's just.. the feeling is never perfect when it comes to him.

- Uhm, I.. - Sungha touches his neck, avoiding eye contact and you sigh, letting go of his arm softly, - I'm really sorry.

- It's alright, I understand. I also have a lot to do in the morning, ugh, - he hugs you, placing soft kiss on your temple and then look you deadass in the eyes while telling the most stupid bullshit he could have ever said without any sign of shame.

- Nah, I don't actually, I just promised to go with guys to celebrate some shit and it's already late. I promised, I'm sorry, love, - he smiles and you know that he means no bad. He just.. doesn't understand. It's not his or his friends or your fault; he's just like that, no one can change that except him. And you are not here to teach him manners. Especially when you want to break at least his nose.

- Ok, have fun, - you pat on his shoulder, avoiding his lips with a frown and just turn around to leave.

The same shit was popping up for the the last few weeks and those reasons why you fell in love with him; you don't really remember any of them anymore.

You didn't turn around when he called you, just straight up to the door, trying to surpass the crushing sensation in your throat. No way you will cry because of someone who doesn't care; too many honors. It's just a very bad day. Everything at once and all this.. maybe calling an expensive as hell taxi is a great idea, after all. No money can buy you new nerves.

Shoving your belongings to the tote bag, you desperately try to calm yourself down, because God knows, it's the lowest you have ever been in months. Those days when a fall of a pen can cause a mental breakdown; you hate it. Probably everyone does. It just happened to be today. Not a big deal.

There is nothing more than a comfortable ride home and sleep you are dreaming about. Not even impenetrable ignorance of Sungha bothers you. You'll deal with it tomorrow. Now - a car and a bed.

Yet life is not that simple and we are not in a fanfiction. A taxi? In the middle of the night? Huh. Nonsense. The thing is, no one wants to take an order for such a short and therefore not so profitable ride. Nice. And here you are, standing in the middle of the street in a fucking bone breaking cold waiting for at least someone to accept your order. Thanks God you are at least under a roof of YG Ent entrance. Lights and security. If not cold, you would just sleep here. You will need to come tomorrow anyway.

- Hey, why are you still here? - you hear voice of a person with whom you doubtly want to talk. Eun Jiwon. If not his lateness, you might have been in your bed already. But here he is, standing not far away from you, looking around in the weirdest way possible, - Why aren't you going home? It's late.

- I missed my bus. Subway station where I live is closed. Taxi doesn't want me. Enough? - you didn't mean to sound rude. But you are physically can't make up needed politeness right know; not now, please.

- Yeah, - he's nodding, turning around to leave and, to be extremely honest, now it's pretty much impossible to suppress tears. His back when he has moved in the direction of parking is too much. But what can he do? He's, again, not guilty in not meeting your expectations. Thanks for asking, at least.

And you will not cry now. In your bed, alone - maybe; most probably. But here - no way.

You look at the screen of smartphone again to find absolute nothing. By feet then.

- It's not that far anyways, - you sigh, adjusting your bag on a shoulder when you see a car stopping in a distance and.. it's creepy. You are not a panicking type, but now situation smells like shit and if someone would try to pack you in their trunk, most probably, they would succeed. Even with YG's security. Even with cameras. And lightning everywhere. Not a panicking type, yeah.

But while you were occupied with thoughts on how you should attack them, you missed Eun Jiwon standing in front of the car. You notice him when he starts to speak and it's the third time you want to cry today; just the emotions right now are completely different.

- You are stuck here because of me. And I feel bad for sleeping too much, - Jiwon smiles, pursuing his lips a little and somehow you can't be angry with him. He's honest, it's written on his face, - So I want to ask you if it's okay if I drive you home? As an apology.

And now you see some parallels you never wanted to see. Because your beloved boyfriend is somewhere out there chilling with 'guys' and someone, who's not even slightly responsible for you, is here.

He knows what he did wrong; and Jiwon doesn't slip an empty 'sorry' into nowhere. He apologizes while thinking about what he actually did wrong and how to change that. Such a rare trait to witness.

- I don't think that it's..

- If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't ask, - even in his smile, you see that he's serious about it. It's hard to say 'no' right now. For many reasons.

- Okay then, - it's not like you want to decline a Mercedes ride either, let's be honest. He nods, opening the door for you and muttering small 'thank you', you hop inside, holding your breath for no apparent reason.

It's not like it was your first time sitting in this type of car costs like your approximately two year's allowance, it's just a bit...weird. Yet so extremely comfortable.

Jiwon is quick to seat beside you, driving away quickly. He puts on the heater immediately and you feel your face melting. You might as well fall in love with this car.

- Drop me your address, - you are still pressing your bag to your chest trying to relax when you hear him and you proceed what he means for a moment. What a fucked up day, you feel like a fool all of a sudden and it's not even weird at this point.

- I don't have your number, - now he's feeling himself like a fool and you laugh, glancing at his expression. He manages to look mature and hilarious at the same time. Mocking his fakely irritated 'write it then', you sign his contact as 'Eun Jiwon' and it feels.. interesting.

You send him a location of your home and then watch as he puts it into GPS, clearly not having an idea where is it.

- Does it happen often? - just the moment you manage to relax, Jiwon pushes you out of your wondering of how good it smells without cheap leather odor and disgusting sweet car condition aroma. You think for a minute then nod slowly, because it actually does.

- Not so often, but still, - you steal a glance at him again. It's not like you can stare at anyone with your boyfriend still being your boyfriend, but today is a mess. And Jiwon is certainly a nice sight to look at, - I can go on my own, but I'm tired today. Plus it's hard to grab a taxi from there, plus, - you emphasize it, watching how sights outside the window are a lot more familiar now, - Hella expensive. I don't even know why. They think I shit with money if I am taking a cab from YG? Fucking nonsense.

Jiwon laughs through all your ted talk and it's so contagious, suddenly. You lean on a seat, laughing as well, feeling your cheeks ache a little. Funny how it's light around all of a sudden. Perhaps it's because you feel yourself so distant from all that stress that got into you today? Because Jiwon was able to come and just sort it out without asking. Well, he can't fix Sungha, but the more you think about it, the more you realise that there is nothing to be fixed. Nothing you are able to fix, probably.

So, apparently, Jiwon helped you even there.

- It's not that funny, actually, - you look at him again and you meet his eyes suddenly. You don't even want to say 'watch the road', because for no reasons you are able to trust him with your life and overall you value the fact that he is looking at you more than the fact that you can die. He was holding a gaze for a second and you already imagined imaginations. Sungha, boyfriend, still alive. Stop.

- You were hilarious though, like, - he's silent for a second while he looks for a place to park, - Like Lucy. She also gets furious randomly and sounds exactly like you did.

- You just compared me to your girlfriend? She wouldn't like that, - you laugh because it's really funny. Yet no one was ever sure if he's single or not. You never expected finding out in this circumstances.

- What? No, - he laughs louder, hiding his teeth with his palm and looks at you for a few seconds with those shiny eyes, giggling like a teenager and you can't see a forty years old man in him anymore, - She's my dog.

Did he just boldly compared you to his dog?

Forty years old man, yeah.

You inhale deeply, trying to surpass a laugh and poke a finger at him, silently making your point. Jiwon makes the cutest 'what are you going to do to me, huh?' face, pursing his lips like a five year old boy and.. And you really try your best to keep 'I'll end you' look on your face (Spoiler: you failed). Anyhow, you want to forgive him for this comparison simply because he wasn't sulky about you being totally impolite with him. No fragile masculinity detected.

- This changes everything! - you turn around, opening the door because he literally had just parked and you leave, making sure he understands that you are kidding with this fake offense little perfomance and that he's smiling, when you turned around to wave him before entering the building.

The thing is, when you come home, you are not tired anymore. By any means; if not your mother sleeping peacefully you would probably be loud and hyperactive. And since you need to cosplay a ninja right now, you just lay on your bed, watching the ceiling silently. Perfect ending for a fucked up day.

You hear your phone buzzing and what you didn't expect to see is a message from Jiwon. The day couldn't be any more perfect, but it managed.

You open a short video of little and immensely cute white dog tiny barking at watches that lay on a sofa, buzzing. You even replay it, to seek for the point when he sends another text.

'she got angry with them because they were making sounds'

- Guess it shouldn't have any meaning, right? - you tap a replay with short but excited: 'she's cute!!' and feel your throat clenching suddenly at his instant reply.

'that's why I told that you are just like her'

You are not going to say that you feel like a teenager from some manga slowly falling in love with the main character but that's exactly how you feel.

After adjusting your breathing to normal again, you choose to ignore that (to not to show how fucking excited his subtle complement made you) and text him how thankful you are for his ride and wish him and his furiously cute Lucy a good night. And after some other preparations, you, again, choosing to ignore your actual boyfriend who's trying to call and text you for a good hour already.

You will need to work with him for a month. It's not going to end well.

#eun jiwon #sechskies #fanfiction #imagine

[mitchsmarners]

I have read some of your reddie now and I have this idea in my head. Ritchie and Eddie are like 13 and Ritchie tells Eddie he's in love with him but Eddie doesn't feel the same way. When Eddie tells Ritchie he doesn't feel the same way Ritchie leaves imideatly bc he feels embarrassed. The rest of the losers know Ritchie felt that way about Eddie and that ritche was gonna confess and are waiting for ritchoe to come tell them what happend. When he does come he's heart broken

(2) And the rest of the losers decide to comfort him but in the meantime forget that Eddie is super worried about ritchie. Eddie tries to text bill (or any) and he just gets like short awnseres back and the rest of the losers are too busy with Ritchie (not his fault) to think about the fact that Eddie is hurting and has basically been abandoned by his friends, but he is on the track team and has some friends there. | (3). Cue like 2/3 years later and Eddie and the rest of the losers club run into each other at a pary. They feel super bad about handling the Ritchie/eddie thing and Ritchie has missed his bff for so long, Eddie get why Ritchie didn’t wanna talk but feel betrayed by the rest of them for not caring about him and making him feel like he is expendable. Idk man id love to chat with you about reddie and hc and stuff

Anon, I love this. I kind of feel like in the case of a serious fight/falling out, the Losers wouldn’t be like everyone vs one, you know? They’d probably split down the middle, more or less. Like, maybe all the Losers knew that Richie liked Eddie but he only ever told Stan and Bev, you know? So only they know that Richie is going to tell Eddie, only they can figure out what’s wrong with Richie, why he doesn’t show up. Because Eddie feels so bad- he hadn’t meant to hurt Richie, he’s just not gay, you know? He’s not, his mother would never allow that- so he’s not going to tell anybody what happened. 

Stan and Bev slowly start spending their time with Richie, because you know… as much as Richie likes Eddie- and not just likes him likes him, he really adores Eddie just as Eddie! His cute little buddy!- but it hurts too bad to be around him right then. And Bill sort of thinks they’re being dicks, because nobody is talking about what happened- Stan, Richie and Bev are just starting to bail on group activities, and they’re not sitting with them in the cafeteria anymore. The other Losers only know it has something to do with Eddie because is so upset. 

Eddie sort of decides- you know, that it’s not fair that Richie felt like he had to leave their friend group. Because Eddie’s the one who feels like the one who was a dick. Especially when he starts noticing how his heart skips when he catches Richie’s eye in the hallways now- not just in an anxious way, no. In a much scarier way. In a I gave Richie the wrong answer way. So Eddie decides, yeah, if I leave the Losers Club then everybody else can hang out together again like it should be. So Eddie starts hanging out with the Track and Field team more. 

And Bill just hates this… he asks Mike- who does sports, too. A lot of sports, that he only started doing because Stan encouraged him to try out for baseball, but that’s none of my business- asks Mike to please, please check on Eddie. Bring him back. So Mike does, but maybe… maybe Mike really likes hanging out with the other sports kids. He’d never felt popular before. Yeah, the Losers had been the first people who ever made him feel like he even belonged in Derry. But before nobody had been high-fiving him in the hallways and shouting “Hanlon’s the man!” 

So then Eddie and Mike are both spending their with the Jocks and Cheerleaders. In the caf, outside of school, at parties. Ben is still optimistic, you know? “Everything will sort itself out, Eddie and Richie can’t fight forever.” But you can’t fight with somebody you don’t talk to. Bill and Ben both try to bounce back and forth between the two groups, but eventually Ben introduces Bill to the writer’s society and they had their own friends now, too. Not really a Losers club when you didn’t feel like Losers anymore. 

Richie, Bev and Stan were ready to continuing claiming the titles of Losers. They continue to be only the three of them, through everything. Richie convinces himself that he’s over Eddie, that none of it really mattered at all. The Losers Club was never meant to last right? Eddie and Mike would always have become hot sports gods, Ben always would have lost the weight, Bill always would’ve gotten control of his stutter, and they always would’ve become popular. Or, at least, socially acceptable.

Maybe sometimes Richie thinks he’s dragging Bev and Stan down with him, but he would never be willing to admit that for anything. So he lets Stan and Bev stand by him, lets them keep being dragged down by him. It’s as though they never interact with the other Losers, either. When Bill and Ben get outed in their relationship, Richie took come a couple of punches to the face in their honour. He hangs out with Ben alone for the first time in years after that, and once they get down to it and Ben finally asks the question. “Why did we stop being friends, Rich?”

And yeah, Richie almost backs out of that moment. He has emotionally issues galore, and it didn’t help that he’d been sitting on the guilt of this for three years, right? He broke up the Losers Club and for what? Because Eddie Kaspbrak- future Track and Field champion of Derry- didn’t wanna kiss him? But he’d come this far, and it’s Ben Hanscom- so god help him- Richie tells him everything. And Ben is sort of like? U know... that sort of makes a lot of sense, you’re both idiots. 

Ben mentions some huge party off-handedly, and says Richie should come. With Stan and Bev, of course. That their whole class was going to be there, that it wouldn’t be any drama, and that it would just be fun, you know?? and Richie is like... I’m going for weed and that’s it, defintely not because I miss you guys. and Ben is like ok sure richie whatever you say.

But you know... it’s Derry High so like the second Stan/Richie/Bev walk in the door to this house party, they are noticed. By Mike. Who exclaims excitedly and spends an hour trying to get Stan to do a keg stand, even going as far as to literally lift him upside down and carry him around all dangly. 

Then OF COURSE, Eddie comes up because that his best friend Mike and Richie’s best friend Stan. And Eddie has been standing around for a good hour and half being like ahah I should talk to him, but he hates me, but he looks so fucking good, no eddie he hates you so he’s finally three drinks in so he just fucking does it.

“They’re idiots, huh?”

Richie laughs, because maybe he’s a little drunk too, and hasn’t quite fully realized he’s talking to Eddie yet. Maybe Eddie looks cute as fuck right now, and maybe Richie is really ready to let go of the grudge he didn’t even need to be holding. It was a long ass time ago, they’re different people now. He’s over Eddie Kaspbrak.

Or he thought he was... until he was four drinks in and couldn’t stop staring at him. Until he was five drinks in, and they were making out against a wall.

Until it was Monday morning, and they were back to not being able to look each other in the eye. 

#reddie #angst alert #my writing #my hcs #you may also see: #stozieverly friendship #kasplon friendship #mild/mentioned denscom #trashstack friendship #potentially platonic but maybe not stanlon #this isn't AT ALL this hc prompt anon i'm sorry #we turn everything into angst here at stephenskings dot tumblr dot com

[bmongmong]

Chapter 2 - White

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n pov

I weak up to the sound of my alarm. It's not difficult today for me to wake up, since I'm very nervous.

After turning off the alarm, I sit up on my bed and open the curtains next to me. The bright and warm light welcomes me and slightly heats up my sleepy face.

I slowly stand up and stretch my whole body. I can feel every bone cracking and every muscle stretching out. It's a good sensation, it makes me feel alive.

I open the door and head downstairs to the kitchen, where my mum is preparing breakfast.

"Good morning y/n, are you ready for today?" she says referring to the beginning of school.

"Yes, a bit nervous, but I guess I can do nothing about it" I say lifting a bit my shoulders.

As I eat the breakfast my mum made, I start to feel strange. The taste of this meal feels nostalgic. Like I'm going to be away from home for years, but it's actually going to be for some hours.

"Mum it was delicious" I say as soon as I finished eating.

Now I'm going up the stairs and I see again the picture with me and Rosé. Why do I feel so sad this morning? It's not the end of the world and it's not the first time I go to school. Maybe something bad will happen?

I don't want to think about this. I have to get ready now.

As I'm putting on my uniform I can feel my warm hands touching my bare skin and lifting up my clothes. Such a simple move. Like me. I have to be simple.

After a bit I finished getting ready and now I'm laying down on my bed. Unconsciously I find myself talking to the ceiling:

"I'll be back I promise. I just need to be like you. White. And everything will be alright"

I don't know why I have to be this dramatic every time.

Now I'm outside and it feels like it passed only two seconds: me waking up, having breakfast, putting on clothes and going outside. And now, as I'm walking, I realize that I'm almost at school.

I just blinked twice and I find myself in class, sitting next to Rosé, who's now complaining about Jimin. I don't know if it's me, but it actually feels like the beginning of a movie.

"...and now I find out that me and him have some classes in common!" Rosé continues talking.

I guess she really doesn't want to see Jimin. I wonder why, they look so good together. He's the bad guy and she's the good girl. I always tell her that the two of them are going to get together by the end of the year. But she doesn't want to believe me.

"So guys, that's it for today's lesson. Have a good day!" the professor says leaving us alone in the classroom. Seriously, why is time going so fast?

As I question myself about time, I hear some noises next to me.

"Oi nerd. Do the homework fast and give it to us once you're done." It's one of our classmates, that is bullying someone. I honestly can't stand this type of behaviors. I feel kinda angry right now.

Years ago I was in the same situation, being bullied because of my good grades and my shy personality. If it wasn't for Rosé, who protected me, I would still be like this.

I want to stop this bully, but as soon as I stand up I remember. "I have to be white". Right, I don't want to get in trouble.

After that scene, we walked outside of the building and now I'm walking home with Rosé who says:

"Why did you suddenly stand up earlier? Did you want to protect the guy who was being bullied?"

"I wanted to. But then...you know."

"Yeah. You didn't want to interfere. I know I know. Do you even know that poor guy?" she asks me.

Right. Do I know him? I honestly don't know. I think that, at that moment, I was too focused on being angry and mad at the bully, that I didn't even look at that guy. I hope things will change for him.

Every single other day of the week went by in the same way. Like a routine.

Waking up, having breakfast, getting dressed, going to school, having classes, assisting to people bullying other people, going home, having dinner, sleeping.

"Why is my life so flat?" I question myself looking at the ceiling.

On the other hand, Rosé's life is pretty chaotic. She told me that she had a lot to do. She also met up with Jimin to argue again. When she told me what happened, I laughed a bit. They are so cute I swear. Jimin has changed a lot since he knew Rosé.

While the only thing that changed in my life, is the anger towards bullies. Usually I would just ignore them, but this time is different. Those bullies kept asking that guy for his homework and he keeps reminding me of myself.

I couldn't say a word, I just handed them my homework and eventually started crying due to frustration. But I'm worried about him. He didn't give them his homework because he still didn't do it. They kept threatening him. I wonder what will happen next week.

I passed this weekend at home, studying obviously. But I was happy, everything was going great. There was just me, my teddy bear and the ceiling. Nothing went wrong.

As I look outside the window, I realize that is Monday morning and that another week has started.

"Great! I have to do like I did last week. Just be white. As always"

Every morning I feel the same emotions. I feel chills down my spine as I stretch my body when I get up. I feel nostalgic and sad when I eat the food my mum cooks. I feel like I'm going to lose everything, every time I look at the picture of me and my best friend. And once I get to school, it looks like nothing happened.

Now I'm having the last class of the day. As the professor says hi to us and leaves the room, I can hear those bullied. Again. I'm thinking about all the emotions I'm feeling. It was different in the past. I was kinda emotionless, except when I was with Rosé. This confusion is making me angrier. It's the first time I feel this type of emotion. Anger.

I'm literally daydreaming and I don't realize that I just stopped the bullies, putting a hand between them and the poor guy.

"What do you want?" one of those scary guys says. He's really intimidating.

I'm sweating. My worst nightmare has become true. Everybody is looking at us. I feel oppressed. The room has become black and I can only see everybody's eyes looking at me. their gaze is suffocating me and crushing my body. But then...

"Leave her alone" it's Rosé. As she defends both me and the other guy, I feel my eyes teary.

Even though those bullies are big and mighty, Rosé is more intimidating and scarier. Indeed they left right away. I don't know what's her past, even if I know her since forever. Sometimes I feel like she's the daughter of some of those rich men, that can get whatever they want with just money.

As I come back to earth I hear Rosé asking me if everything was alright. I just nod, but it feels like I didn't really answer. Then I hear another voice.

"Thank you, y/n and Rosé..." it's a boy and he's almost whispering.

I'm not really looking at him, I'm still trembling because of what just happened. I guess my life is ruined now. But then Rosé snaps her fingers in front of my eyes and this makes me turn my head towards her.

"Y/n you saved one of our classmates" she says laughing a bit "I honestly couldn't believe it. As I saw you standing up from the chair and getting in between those guys, I thought that someone was controlling your body or that you were sleepwalking" as she laughs at that, I feel a bit reassured.

She knows that her smile makes me calm down.

"I'm sorry for what happened. You didn't have to defend me ahah..." it's the same guy. This time I decide to look at him in the eyes.

"But thank you!" he says with a big smile "My name is Jungkook!"

He's actually cute. What? It feels strange. Did I just find him cute? I feel anxious. Why? It's the first time a boy talks to me.

I just nod in response and then start daydreaming, again. I can hear him and Rosé talking together. They're saying something about becoming friends. The three of us.

Another week has passed and me, Rosé and Jungkook became friends. Luckily the bullies stopped asking for his homework, maybe they're too afraid of Rosé ahahah.

Now is Thursday morning and I wake up strangely. I'm so strict. I find me scolding myself for letting something new happen. Maybe I'll just allow that. After all he's just a new friend. But somehow reminds me of someone. I've been thinking about this the whole week, but I can't figure out who he looks like.

Well I guess I have to stick with this doubt of mine. I'll let it sit with all my other queries that are archived inside my brain.

I just finished washing myself and now I have to go to school. At the very moment that I step outside my door, I feel a thrill running through my spine. I'm standing still at the main entrance of my house. What was that? Was that a sign? Something will go wrong. I can feel it. I don't want to go to school, but then...

"Y/n hurry up!" is Rosé who is waiting outside my house "Hurry or else we'll be late!"

As I see her smile, I instinctively walk towards her and forget about all my worries.

Now I'm at school, sitting at my desk with Rosé and waiting for the professor. Today I'm so distracted, that I forgot to greet Jungkook. Since the professor is not here yet, I guess I can turn myself to him and say hi.

I turn my head towards his desk. But I cannot say a word.

I see double. I'm crazy. I think I'm fainting. Am I the only one that sees double? What is wrong with me? I think I'm insane. I look down at my desk and try to calm down. I rub my eyes, thinking that maybe I didn't wash my face properly this morning and then I turn my head again.

Ok, I'm definitely crazy. There are two Jungkooks.

The Jungkook I know, has a warm smile.

He's very tidy and well mannered. Then I look at the other one.

OH MY GOD HE'S LOOKING AT ME!!! I quickly turn my face the other way.

He's the complete opposite of Jungkook. He has longer hair at the top and almost shaved on the sides. He's not even wearing the uniform. They look completely different! I mean, their faces look the same, but everything else is different!

"R-Rosé...who is the guy next to Jungkook?" I whisper to my desk mate.

"Oh that one is Jungwook. They're twins if you were wondering" she says as she takes out her notebook.

"Yeah I imagined that but- WHAT?!" I shout.

"Shh the professor is about to come!" one of our classmates scolds us.

Now that all the classes ended, I can finally ask Rosé:

"Who is the other guy?"

"He's the one that was with Jimin the day before school" she answers me as she walks down the street.

That's why he reminded me of somebody. Now I can delete that doubt from my mind. I actually feel a little lighter now ahahah.

"Don't hang out with him. He's the classic bad guy that makes every girl cry. That's why he's friend with Jimin. They're the same" she scoffs as she pronounces that name.

"But it looks like Jimin is changed. I haven't seen him with a girl for a while. Perhaps..." I say and hit her shoulder with my elbow.

"Don't you even think about that!"

Now I'm eating dinner. I don't know why but my homesickness is growing. But I'm rather at school or home. So it doesn't make much sense. Maybe I'm just tired. After eating I decide to refresh my face with some cold water.

I cup my hands under the faucet and put some water in between my hands. As I splash it on my face, I feel every single drop sliding on my skin. A few drops stop at the tip of my nose for a couple of seconds and then fall into the sink. Some others are on the tip of my eyelashes, making my eyelids feel heavy. After drying up, I decide to go to bed and rest.

It's been a very long day, but for some reasons, I feel like, from now on, days are going to be much longer than they used to be.

As I slowly wake up, I hear some birds chirping outside. It's a weird sensation. I try to be as emotionless as possible, but I really can't. I feel confused. Before standing up I say just one word:

"WHITE"

That's how I want everything to be. White.

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #bts forever #bts imagine #bts fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagine #kpop #rap monster #rm #jin #worldwide handsome #min suga #lil meow meow #hobi #jhope #mochi #chimmy #tae #taetae #v #kookie #bunny #jungkook

[imaginefireemblem]

Holiday Special: Stages of Love w/ Minerva (Shadow Dragon). Female Archer, very stubborn, loyal, doesn't take bs from anyone. Biggest Strength is that I’m willing to do whatever it takes for those I care about. My biggest weakness is that I tend to over work myself without realizing it most of the time. Hobbies include reading during free time, and writing. Likes are; The feeling of being needed, Writing, and shopping. Dislikes are; in your face people, overly sweet things, and tangled hair.

(Stages of Love w/ Minerva) Social interactions don’t phase me. When it comes to fighting on the battle field I prefer to stay behind the front lines and snipe foes to keep allies safe.

first meeting: it started on the battlefield. although you were a soldier under Minerva, you had never formally met her. she was royalty, after all, and it was your job to serve the princess regardless of what you knew of her. that very quickly changed.

despite your tendency to stay in the back, it was you who saw that Mage conjuring a spell. it was you who saw Minerva flying up ahead, taking down soldier after enemy soldier. and, thankfully, it was you who jumped out in front of everyone, putting yourself in danger, and putting an arrow through that Mage’s head. you were just doing your duty for the royal family. Minerva saw otherwise.

shortly after Minerva’s army won, she sent a page to summon you. it was an odd sight, the princess without her armor, donning the same clothes as you, sitting at a table with a modest yet seemingly delicious dinner.

“I saw what you did,” she began, pouring a glass of wine. “I was careless and I let my pride get the best of me. it was you, [Name], who saved me. and I– ah! ahah, look at me, rambling about. forgive me – I want only to talk to you. sit, take whatever is on my plate. it is the least I can offer you.”

and so talk you did. Princess Minerva always seemed so terrifying and courageous on the battlefield, yet when you sat there with her, you found that she was actually quite normal. she wanted to repay you for your kindness and wanted to get to know you better – after all, you had saved her life.

first date: shortly after that incident, you found that you had a lot in common with the princess, and Minerva thought so too. she made her feelings for you clear from the start – no beating around the bush, no flustered speech. Minerva was confident in her intentions with you. so, shortly after you met with her in her tent, she invited you to eat with her again. this time, in a much more formal setting: a dimly-lit, romantic restaurant not far where the Macedonian army had laid rest for the time being.

that night was the first time you had seen Minerva in a dress. even at the castle, she always seemed to be wearing her armor. “it is a special occasion,” she explained nonchalantly. and still, she didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable. 

although you had plenty of previous conversations with the princess both in and out of the battlefield, the scenario did seem a bit odd. Minerva was never the formal type; you knew this, everyone in Macedonia knew this. the food was good, no doubt about it (and so was the date!), but you confronted Minerva about it afterward.

finally, after seeing her be so confident in herself for so long, she confessed: “augh… was it too much? I… forgive me. I asked Maria what would be best and she recommended this. I wanted to impress you, [Name]. that is all I have wanted to do since I met you.”

first kiss: your first kiss happened the same night as the date. after Minerva admitted her feelings, she continued, “even when I am trying to impress you, you can see right through me. there is nothing I can get past you, is there [Name]?”

she chuckled, her eyes slipping away from yours. her confidence seemed to be slipping. “not many people can do that. I admire that you care so much, [Name]. never once did I think that I would ever find someone like you.” she sighed, her eyes turning back to you. “I want to bring back peace in Macedonia. I want to fix what Michalis could not. and, [Name]… I would like to do all of this with you. do you–… will you help me?”

a big request, but as a soldier, how could you say no?

Minerva grinned. her eyes seemed to get a little glassy, and suddenly, you found her arms around your neck, her lips upon yours.

first time: it happened while you were training. it was midnight, way past the time everyone had gone to sleep. although the Macedonian army was about to head into extremely dangerous territory the next morning – thus, rest would be vital – you thought otherwise. you wanted to get a head start on training; after all, the slightest mistake could lead to yours (or worse, Minerva’s) death.

she found you rather quickly. “[Name], what are you doing?” Minerva asked. you lowered your bow, turning to the princess. and there she stood, shoulder against a nearby tree. “I could hear you grunting from my tent… you’re not very quiet, you know.”

her eyes flickered to your bow, and a soft sigh came from her lips. “training at this late hour? [Name], are you insane?” you also looked at your bow, then turned back to Minerva. “please… go to sleep. I know what you’re trying to do but… I can’t risk your fatigue being your death on the battlefield. you know how much that would–… that could…” her voice trailed off.

she sighed again, approaching you. she took your shoulder in her hand, her other hand lifting your chin to face her. “please [Name], you mean the world to me…” again, her voice faded off. before you knew it, you found the hand that was on your shoulder slip, her fingers trailing down your collarbone, your breast, your hip, and finally, at the hem of your pants. “let me love you.”

you can imagine how it went from there.

first time meeting the parents: Minerva, in spite of being the crown princess of Minerva, wanted to make an excellent impression to your parents. sure, she didn’t have much to worry about – their daughter was dating the princess! – but Minerva still wanted to prove that she was a woman worth dating. she would constantly inquire you about how to respond to certain questions, what your parents were like, and the kind of things they liked. so much so that it might get annoying! yet when the day finally came, she’d pass with flying colors. then again, who couldn’t otherwise to the princess?

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