#but ANYWAYS hopefully this is an acceptable lil contribution to

[waterfallofspace]

Timing Is Everything.

Characters: Y/uta, G/ojo, I/numaki, M/aki, and P/anda. (feat. I/nuokku pairing implied <3) Word Count: 2.1k

Just a little gift for @ithadtobesneezing as she's been FEEDING us with Y/uta content <33

It's nothing amazing, but you've sparked the fire of love for your guy, so here's a lil something I hope you can enjoy~

All Characters 18+, picture early 20's AU (+ no bad stuff has happened <3)

(References to implied contagion, and high fever, and near fainting/dizziness, just incase anyone doesn't like those!)

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A light breeze drifts through the air, the first hint of fall approaching. Summer had dragged on late into September, leaving the cool touch a welcome change to everyone. 

Almost everyone, that is. 

Burrowing deeper in his uniform, Yuta grits his teeth against the cold nestling in his bones. Despite the heat smothering him inside out, each chill seems to leave him trembling. Casting his gaze back to the field, it’s clear no one notices. Their attention is caught by the scene unfolding. 

Maki and Gojo are ‘sparring’, a term used loosely. More accurately, Maki is throwing things at Gojo’s infinity. Inumaki and Panda are both laughing, Panda cheering Maki on as Inumaki passes her more weapons to aim. Amidst the chaos, Yuta’s silence is largely overlooked. 

It’s not unusual for him to be a bit subdued during a meetup with his friends; being a special grade sorcerer has some deficits to go along with the profits. Still, he can’t help noticing that Gojo is right in the middle of the group, cheerful as ever despite his own long week. 

A pang of guilt finds its home in Yuta’s chest, the familiar burning leaping to his eyes. The feelings that always seem to grow in ferocity when his mind gets clouded. With a rough sniff, he rubs a sleeve across his face, sucking in a deep breath. Frustration swells, only dispelled when a gasp slips through his parted lips. 

He quickly ducks into his fist, massaging the twitching appendage before it blows his cover. Sunken eyes flicker back to the group, the breath he didn’t realize was trapped in his chest breaking free. They’re all still absorbed in their own world, Inumaki and Panda joining in on the game. 

Taking advantage of the privacy while it lasts, Yuta allows himself a deep sigh, his sleeve-coated hand scrubbing at his nose. The slow crawl of ticklish desire had been creeping its way deeper since this morning. 

He’d hoped to fight it off until he got home, or at least escaped from sight. The glimmer of light dancing across his face as a tear drifts down his flushed cheeks suggests no such hope should be dwelled on. 

“Yuutaaaa~” 

The tone is distinct, a melodic sound echoing throughout the yard. Sure enough, as Yuta raises his head from the safety of his hands, Gojo is waving him over. Maki and Panda are yelling about something he can’t quite make out, Inumaki holding up a popsicle stick figure with Panda’s head on it. 

Raising from his seat Yuta lurches forward, the floor beginning to shift under him. He instinctively drops his hand to steady himself, eyes squeezing shut. Once the world decides to let him off the unrequested roller coaster, his eyes begin to reopen. Relief floods his system as none of the others seem to pay him much mind. 

“I did not say that! In fact, I recall you were the one who filled out that report, therefore it was your responsibility to follow up.” Inumaki raises a Maki stick. 

“Oh really? Then why is your signature on the form?” Inumaki raises a Panda stick. 

“What?” Snatching the paper from his hands, Maki groans, aiming a swing at Panda’s chest. “You forged my signature again?!” 

Gojo’s simply watching, a childlike giggle bubbling from his chest as Inumaki raises the Panda stick once more. This time Maki knocks it from his hand, Inumaki glaring at her and huffing out, “Bonito flakes.” 

Once he’s sure the next step won’t realign the world, Yuta begins his trek across the mere feet between him and the others. His breath snags dangerously, the sensation nipping at his sinuses. A hand flies to his face, catching his nose and tightening against the onslaught. 

Catching Inumaki’s eyes, Yuta feels his hand snap back to his side. A single sniffle is all he allows himself before taking in a rush of air and painting his usual timid smile across his cheeks. Inumaki stares for a second longer, but ultimately shakes it off, raising an arm to gesture him closer. 

“What are they arguing about this time?” Yuta asks, aiming the question towards Gojo as Maki takes another swing at Panda’s legs. He’d heard it all quite clearly from the chair, but each vibration from his throat seems to bring new levels of itch to his breath. Best to give Gojo a chance to start rambling. 

For a moment Yuta’s convinced he’s been caught. Normally that kind of question would get Gojo bouncing as he gives a play by play. Today, instead, he simply shrugs, tilting his head just enough to let a single brilliant blue peek from behind his glasses. 

Yuta meets the look with a smile, letting his eyes flutter shut to sell the lie, ignoring the watering that begins as soon as his lashes touch down. It seems to work, however, Gojo yelling something nonsensical at Maki, strutting over with a raised hand. 

The itch chooses this moment to begin another resurgence, scratching through his restraint with a hungry determination. Yuta risks a glance at Inumaki, who appears preoccupied with fixing his popsicle stick Panda. Gojo is still shouting, Maki echoing the noises as she chases Panda around. 

“hHehh!” The hitch breaks through his control, unnoticed by the group. Deciding this is the ideal time to smother one without being caught, Yuta twists himself away from the group, raising an arm to his face. With the other he clutches his shoulder, bracing himself against the fierce tickle. 

“Hey Yuta, we want you to break a tie.” 

Panic grips Yuta’s chest as the field suddenly falls silent, each hitch spouting from his lips seeming to shatter against the peaceful quiet. He attempts to pry open his eyes, to no avail. After permission was given, the sneeze was far too strong to hold off anymore. 

“hH’ihhTZZdj’ehhh-!” 

All eyes turn to him, a shimmering ocean beginning to well in his own. Before he can utter a word, his breath catches in his throat. “ihHKzzTSChhiyeww-!” This time he only manages to raise a single hand, bending over with the force of the pitchy whine that bursts forth.

As the earth begins to tilt again, Yuta drops to his knees, only steading himself as a hand grips his shoulder. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, Yuta leans his head against it. After a minute the buzzing fades from his ears, and he slowly rejoins the world. 

He expects to see a few faces of disgust, maybe some anger. To his surprise, no one seems to be looking his way at all. Maki’s yelling something at Gojo, attempting to whack him with her staff. His infinity blocks it easily, though he looks distraught anyways. 

“-are you aiming that at me?! I didn’t do anything!” 

“You-” Maki pauses to swipe Panda off his feet behind her, returning her glare to Gojo as the sound of fur hitting grass sounds off. “You ‘didn’t do anything’? You got him sick!”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms with an indignant look. “You and Inumaki were sick just a few days ago, how do you know you didn’t get him sick?” The smirk he’s wearing suggests he’s proud of this little deduction, but Maki simply growls in response. 

There’s a break from the conversation as Yuta ducks towards the ground again, raising his arm to catch a fatigued “hH’KNchhZZSHyeww-!”, so few sneezes already sucking all the energy from his body.

Inumaki’s hand tightens on his shoulder, Yuta humming a soft “Thanks.” 

“Maybe we did, remind me for a minute though,” Maki says with a sigh aimed towards the duo, swinging her weapon towards Gojo again. “Who got us sick?”

The sheepish look scrawled across Gojo’s face says it all, and Maki lets up on her assault, instead learning against her pole. “I already had to deal with Inumaki’s symptoms.” 

A vaguely offended, “Salmon roe.” sounds from where Inumaki’s crouched, Maki shooting him a soft look. 

“Sorry- Look, okay, I just don’t want to deal with-” 

“hH’TzzzcSHHyieew-!” Yuta interrupts, groaning faintly as the force of it sends his head careening into his arm far harsher than he’d expected. 

“With that,” Maki finishes, gesturing to Yuta’s trembling form. 

As Yuta gears up for another outburst, Inumaki lightly rubs his arm, humming something unintelligible under his breath. “hH’TIezzsshh’kiew-!” 

Once he’s sure this one didn’t readjust the world too much, Inumaki raises his gaze from Yuta to shoot a glare at Maki. She raises her hands in mock surrender, grumbling under her breath. It quickly fades as Yuta dissolves into a fit of coughing that leaves him gasping for air, Inumaki dropping back to his side. 

“Okay, okay, sorry…” Maki sighs, Yuta managing to catch a glimpse of concern in her eyes as his cough fades enough for a full breath. Maki continues with a softer tone, “I didn’t mean that. I just…” 

Yuta gives her a weary smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know. It’s… it…” His eyes drift over her shoulder, vision starting to swim. He manages a breath, dancing the edge of control as the tickle retreats. 

“Sorry, thought I was…” Yuta hums, breathless as he attempts to continue the sentence, quickly dissolving into stammering, voice stolen by the pinprick itch spreading through his nose. “Wait, no I am… I’m… I’m uh… hH’yieTZZzshhYEWW-!” 

This time Yuta feels himself tipping forward, the world around him softening at the edges. The grounding touch against his shoulder begins to slip away, a dark sensation touching the corners of his thoughts. Just before he loses consciousness, a sharp pain cuts through the darkness, pulling him back to the light. 

Inumaki’s still gripping his shoulder, but the ache radiates from his face. Managing to get a grasp of his surroundings, Yuta finds Maki kneeling in front of him. Her hand is hovering in the air, as if she was unsure where to leave it. 

“Did… you slap me..?” Yuta manages, voice wavering with a mixture of relief and fatigue.

“Did you just nearly faint?” Comes the retort, Maki’s own voice not as solid as it would normally be. There’s a quiver to it that wasn’t there a minute ago, her eyes burning into his skull with an intensity not unlike her.

Still, there was something different to this gaze. Something distinctly afraid. Blushing under his gaze, she huffs. “You should be thanking me."

Opening his mouth, Yuta attempts to oblige, instead only managing a whimper as his lungs begin to spasm again. 

Maki watches for a minute, glare still pointed at him, before finally she lets up. “Oh just forget it, okay? Just… just try to breathe. You’re alright.” Her tone is soft, a single finger gently brushing some hair away from his eyes. “I think you have a fever, have you taken anything?” 

The silence is an answer, just as true as any sounds would be. At this admission, Maki turns to Panda with a pointed look. Panda gives a thumbs up, running off towards the school to grab some supplies Shoko still keeps there. Attention back on Yuta’s fragile state, Inumaki gently tucks an arm around his back, raising him to a standing position. 

They stand for a minute, Maki securing herself on the other side before beginning the walk back to the school. Yuta holds his breath, a strangled sob dying in his throat as tears begin to pour. At this, Inumaki begins humming again, something quiet and soft. Maki copies the tune, rolling her eyes with a barely contained smile. 

“Where was this softness when I was sick?” Gojo calls, the trio whipping around, nearly toppling Yuta in the process. Both supporters cast glares Gojo’s way, Yuta too busy righting the world in his head to copy their motions. 

“When you were sick you were clinging to our legs and rubbing your germs on everything.” 

Gojo pouts, attempting to sniffle, and instead simply inhaling. “I was sick! None of you did anything for me, I just needed som-” He’s quickly cut off by Maki tossing a dagger at his chest, infinity stopping it easily. Still, he gasps in mock hurt, chuckling as this earns him another (attempted) blow to the gut. 

Yuta soon forgotten, Maki lunges back towards him, daring him to drop infinity and fight her head on. The rest of the battle fades into the background as Inumaki positions himself on the ground, pulling Yuta down beside him. 

A yawn sneaks out from Yuta’s jaw, his eyes beginning to pool again. The same breath turns into a hitch, Yuta muffling a “hieH’tzZZchhyEW-!” into Inumaki’s chest. 

Inumaki hums gently into his ear in lieu of a blessing. Then, draping his arm around Yuta’s shoulder, Inumaki pulls him close, running his fingers through Yuta’s messy hair. 

By the time Panda gets back with the medication, Yuta and Inumaki are asleep, dozing to the soft sounds of Maki and Gojo’s sparring. 

Even through the tangled mess of limbs, Inumaki’s arm remains protectively draped across Yuta’s back.

#waterfallwrites #i hope you can enjoy itttt~ #i did just write this in a night and im not gonna look at it too hard #bc recently if i look too hard i decide to scrap it #but ANYWAYS hopefully this is an acceptable lil contribution to #The Y/uta Obsession <33 #you've made QUITE a stir for your lil guy #y/uta #j/jk #snzfic #snz #snzkink #i dont remember all my tags anymore LMAO

[hyeahgaku]

i run a fanpage like you and i always wondered why fanpages like us who provide reliable contents get less engagement or reach or likes as opposed to those pages that only post screenshots of manga panels... does that bother you too? i feel like my effort are not appreciated and it gets to me sometimes.. sorry for the rant

Hey man sorry to hear of this but I can relate. But you gotta know that there ARE those that appreciate your efforts; some just chose to be silent but their constant likes is proof enough~ anyway I dont rly like to focus on trivial matters such as this too so... I alr learned to accept & move on very early on hahahha. (More than that i hear there's a trend rn of bigger accs stealin tweets/tweet ideas from smol pgs & i think that one is more annoyin than those that post only manga screenshots lol)

But dude just continue doin whatcha think is best for ya aight? If you open a fan page solely aiming to keep the targeted community informed and enjoy the series together with them then dont let the lack of engagement or reaches stop ya. Sometimes the algo just sucks ttm thats why I never paid any attention to it🤧 moreover, I belive in putting constant effort & be consistent cuz eventually the numbers will grow! 🙌 as for me, why i'm still running this blog & my X profile (tho i'm still a small page) is cuz I just love doing so and I also hope that other readers will find my page resourceful or helpful -aside from connecting w me as mutual SakaDays fans. Nothin gives me more joy than seeing other SakaDays fans come by my page or end up followin me I appreciate them all & that rly keeps me going🙏 after all the SakaDays community is still not ginormous as other series like OP, KnY, MHA, Naruto, JJK etc.. so I'd like to stay in the community a lil longer and hopefully contribute more for yall.

Regardless of what you plan to do from here on, I wish you the best anon-san!

#askbox #thank you to all my followers too btw i appreciate you all

[hansolmates]

(un)crushed

summary; you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally  pairing; human!jungkook x witch!reader genre/warnings; angst, magic uni!au, a lil bit of fluff and humor, longing on both sides, pining on both sides, unmoral use of potions (im looking at u ryujin), apathy, emotional detachment, lil himbo!koo, mc is a vixx fan that’s canon w/c; 2.4k a/n; here’s my contribution to halloween—breaking hearts, mwahahahahaha!! haven’t been feeling inspired lately, hope that’ll change in the winter when the holidays come around. hope u enjoy this lil ficlet! 

“C’mon guys, I think it’s,” the poor guy, Jeon Jungkook, tries very hard to pull the word from thin air, “cute.” 

Cute. Like the way you greet your puppy, or the way you refer to a baby’s tendencies. You slump from your position behind the willow tree, the rough bark catching onto your dark pink cloak. 

“Please, she’s a complete weirdo,” Jung Hoseok continues, and this saddens you considerably because you thought the kind boy liked your company, “she’s had a crush on you for what, like two years? She’s so obvious, it’s not fun at all.” 

“Plus, she gives you all these little gifts thinking it’ll make you like her,” Kim Taehyung adds, slinging an arm over the younger one’s shoulder, “and my dude, you are a handsome guy. Yet, you got no chance with any other girl because that witch is all over you! Jennie was practically eye-fucking you at last night’s party but that witch is always in the way!”  

You clutch the notes you’ve been saving for Jungkook between your chest, letting the parchment crumple. 

“She’s a fine lab partner, one of the best. You’ll definitely get an A+ in that class, but her attention is a terrible tradeoff.” 

Jungkook finally cuts through his friends, effectively ceasing their banter. You spare a glance at him, hoping he’d come to your defense. After all, you’ve been through so much together! Maybe not emotionally—romantically, but at least academically. The two of you poured over notes in the library whenever there was a big exam. After all, many of the projects are done with lab partners. 

Looking hopefully at his large, honest brown eyes he admits, “Yeah, she’s relatively harmless. But you’re right, she can be really annoying.” 

You muffle your first sob, shoving your mitten in your pocket to prevent any more from coming. This isn’t worth your tears. You should’ve realized long ago that Jungkook found your adoration for him to be a nuisance. The gifts: snacks during labs, meticulously penned notes, euphoric elixirs, were all tokens of affection that he accepted with bashful thanks. They were all things you’ve given to your friends over the years, so you hoped some semblance of a relationship would grow from it. Jungkook seemed to receive them with joy. You figured something was going right. 

Clearly not however, because Jungkook just said that you’re annoying. A nuisance. A cute kid.  A lab partner that’s only good for an easy A. 

Fine, you never expected Jungkook to turn around anyway. You finally brush the tears of your ruddied cheeks, stomping away and letting the notes in your arms disintegrate into oblivion. 

Now comes the issue of your lingering feelings. 

“Yeji’s Hate Potion is just the fix,” you watch with horror as Ryujin opens her mini-fridge, having a seemingly endless supply of the red liquid. “I use it all the time when I fall in love with someone.” 

“That’s not healthy,” you admit bluntly, bending over to pull a vial in your hands. You can feel the anger radiate off the bottle, the ruddied liquid burning into your palm. You carefully place it in your cloak for later, but only as a last resort. “But I don’t want to hate Jungkook.” 

“Why not!” she exclaims, slamming the tiny door shut, “he likes to eat acid pops during lab. His friends suck. He’s so fucking sweaty, all the time!” Ryujin cries, pulling you to your feet with a talon-filed hand. 

You find it quite attractive when Jungkook sweats, especially when he’s playing soccer with his friends, but you figure Ryujin wouldn’t like to hear that. “Only if I really need to,” you commit to your senses, knowing a hate potion would be too far. 

“Oh boo, do it the boring way then,” she leads you to the front of the apothecary, where a long line has already formed. The tiny part-time gig is both a benefit and a curse to Ryujin, because while she has an unlimited supply of resources, it gets impossibly busy during midterms and finals. Once they see her, witches and warlocks alike scurry to her, in which she simply puts up a hand and shoos them away. 

From the counter she pulls out two candles, connected by an extra long wick. 

“Cord-cutting spell,” she shoves the large candles into your stomach, “light ‘em up and you’ll be apathetic towards him for a long, long time.” 

“This is perfect,” you gush, your nose lifting at the smell of myrrh and tonka, “I really appreciate it, Ryu.”  

“That boy doesn’t deserve you,” Ryujin’s confident reply comforts you immediately, “I wish you’d just let me turn him into a toad!” 

“Ryujin!” you laugh, slapping her shoulder. 

“What can I say,” Ryujin snatches up a customer's items, attention already taken, “little humans who mess with witches get stitches.” 

That night, you take your time with the ritual. You light white sage and cleanse yourself, reflecting on the weight that’ll soon be off your shoulders. As fun as it was to love Jeon Jungkook, it doesn’t make sense to continue if you’re a bother to him. 

You carve yours and Jungkook’s name on opposite candles, the pitch black wax staining your hands as you meticulously inject your neat handwriting on the dark cylinder. It’s cathartic, and it gives you time to be at peace with this decision. At first it worried you, knowing you’d be erasing two years of affection and dedication for the handsome human, but you couldn’t let yourself ache like this any longer. 

With a flick of your hands, the connecting wick in the middle lights. You watch as the rope burns in your room, the smell of vanilla and wood filling the air. You close your eyes and fold your hands together as you watch your emotions crumble before your eyes. 

And with this wick, I sever this quick. 

Once the little rope breaks, crackling into ash, you feel your muscles relax and your body slump forward. You sigh  in relief, feeling the tenseness evaporate from your body. 

This is new. 

No snacks, no elixirs, not even a hello. You’re dressed smartly, your navy cloak with the lace trims covering the middle of your thighs. Black thigh-highs with a bow in the center complete the look, an outfit Jungkook has noticed you like to wear more often than not. 

“Hi, Little Witch,” Jungkook says softly, not wanting to disturb whatever video Professor Song is saying to the class. 

“Hello, Jeon,” you don’t spare him a glance, in favor of reading whatever book you’re caught in. 

Also new, Jungkook muses. Normally, your face would heat and you’d hide your tiny smile whenever he called you Little Witch. At first it was just to bother you, but of course you had found it sweet and it just stayed that way. 

Today there’s no lab. Turns out that Professor Song is playing an hour long documentary on winter grown herbs. Normally when a movie plays, you’d be off the rails excited. You’d talk Jungkook’s head off, rattling whatever information the documentary has with a fever that would have those directors shaking in awe. 

Yet, there’s no hushed whisper coming from you, no tug at his sweater. You’re quietly taking notes, your hand digging into your cheek as if you’re bored. Strange, maybe you’re having an off day. 

As soon as Professor Song dismisses you, he realizes that he’s spent the whole period wondering about you, and he had no notes on the documentary. He can’t even stop to compare information because you’re already out the door, cloak swinging against your hips. 

“Hey, you know Kim Namjoon? He’s the TA for Professor Dav,” Jungkook seems to be talking a lot more these days, poking and prodding at you for something, anything. All last week and all this week you’ve only talked when you needed to, only stating instructions and answers. 

You nod, your hands trained on the silver cauldron beneath you. He’ll never get tired of watching you brew, the way your hands curl like a little fairy. Then again, he’s fascinated by witches in general, he isn’t just enamoured by your skills. It isn’t specifically your brewing, at least he thinks. 

“He’s going on a trip with his Divination section this Saturday, they’re going into the mountains to chart stars,” Jungkook continues as if normal, searching for your gaze between his hazy goggles. “They said we could each bring a friend.” 

“That’s nice.” Your voice is bland and thin, not holding any weight. It’s the definition of grey, one that makes Jungkook’s tongue dry up.

“Do... you want to go with me?” 

“No, but I appreciate the invitation.” 

“But, you love Divination!” he replies exasperatedly, looking at you as if you’ve grown three heads. He thought this would get you to crack, that this would be the magic key to unlock everything. You wouldn’t stop gushing about how much you loved that class last year, how Jungkook should take it this year. And he did, and he quite enjoyed it. He figured the two of you would have fun charting the stars. After all, don’t witches find it romantic? 

“I do,” you agree, “but I’m just not feeling it.” 

You’re not feeling much of anything, he thinks, but he bites his tongue and continues to work. 

He should be happy you’re off his back. When he told Hoseok and Taehyung that your feelings seemed to have waned, they cheered and offered to pay for all his drinks at their favorite bar. Jungkook concludes that it’s a good thing, not having to wonder whether you’d be hanging around and clinging by his side. 

That night at the bar, he even got Jennie’s number and made out with her in the booth. It was alright. 

Yet nothing compares to the way you’re making him feel right now.  You’re frustrating him. Jungkook is level-headed, and isn’t the type to complain, and yet he wants to ask you what’s wrong. He wants to ask why you wear those damn thigh high socks all the time. He wants to know why you don’t want to spend a night under the stars with him. 

He wants to know why it feels like you hate him. 

“Okay Little Witch, you’ve got me!” 

You look up from your spot under the bridge in confusion, bookmarking your journal. Your lip curls and you tilt your head to the side, frowning. Your feet are tucked into your emerald green cloak, black oxfords pushed to the side as you lean against the underpass of the grey and white bridge. 

Jungkook is mustering the last of his courage, the last of his confidence all balled up into this little moment. It’s nighttime, your favorite time of the day. Not only that, but he saw you laughing with Ryujin and Sera earlier in the cafeteria. That means you must be in a good mood. This is it, he’s figured it out. 

“I’ve got what?” you ask. 

“You’ve won me over, and I want to take you out on a date,” Jungkook pulls out two tickets from his pockets, embossed with a silver seal of authenticity. “VIXX is playing next Friday at the Starland Ballroom. I know how much you like Hakyeon, we could go out for dinner and catch the show.” 

A pregnant pause. “You, want to go on a date with me?” 

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook stammers, alarmed by your lack of reaction, “you’re really nice, and cute.” 

Jungkook watches as you seemingly talk to yourself. Maybe you’re talking to your familiar, a spirit Jungkook doesn’t know himself, as your gaze lingers in the dark shadow beyond the tunnel. He watches you mouth the words cute, over and over. You’re smiling, but not in the pleasant way you did at lunchtime. In fact, you look like you want to laugh at him. 

“I’m sorry, Jeon. But I’m just not that interested in you.” 

The rejection hurts more than he anticipates. It feels like you’ve physically stunned him. He crushes the tickets in his grip, his palms growing clammy. “Why? I thought you liked me.” 

“Yeah, I did like you,” you stuff your bag, taking your time. “I liked you a lot,” you bend down to the figure that emerges from the shadows. The black, slender feline glares at Jungkook with a green fire, its eyes glowing in the dark sky. “I’m sure Jennie likes VIXX too, you should go ask her—Yoongi, please control yourself. You’re better than that.” you run a finger between your cat’s eyes, soothing it. 

“I’m sorry, but did I do something?” Jungkook asks, quietly panicking as he watches you walk away from him. 

“No,” you reply honestly, albeit tonelessly, “I did.” 

“Only emotionless around you, sounds like a dry noodle, empty gaze?” Namjoon ticks everything off in his head, mentally calculating the variables, “yeah. It sounds like a cord-cutting spell.” 

“A cord-cutting spell?” Jungkook asks, feeling quite dumb in Namjoon’s wall-to-wall library. 

He didn’t feel like turning to his friends for this, feeling like they’ve caused enough damage. They’ve clouded him, convinced him that your attention was unwarranted. Whatever transpired is his fault, he needs to fix this mess and get you back to your normal self. 

“Yeah, lots of young women use it when they want to cut their romantic ties to someone,” Namjoon shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “must’ve thought it would’ve been her only way to get over you.” 

Get over him? You wanted to get over Jungkook? 

“So, how do I break it?” 

“What do you mean, how do you break it? Jungkook, you’re human.” 

“Then, can you break it? There’s gotta be a way!” 

Namjoon rounds the corner of his desk, sitting right in front of Jungkook. A smart kid, although he can be a little dense, he has a good heart. Settling a heavy hand on his shoulder, he shakes his head. “No one can break the spell but her, Jungkook. Besides, why would you interfere? It was her decision to stop liking you.” 

Jungkook looks past Namjoon, to the open window overlooking the campus terrace. You’re sitting on a picnic blanket, Yoongi on your lap while you’re animatedly telling your friends a story with your hands. Your legs are folded beneath your thighs, little white bows peeking from the edges of your cloak. Jeong Jaehyun from the lab has his arm around your shoulder, your hips pressed against each other. You're smiling with your whole face, and Jungkook is aching because it feels like forever since you’ve looked at him like that. 

He’s being unfair, and selfish. He wants you. 

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #kwritersworldnet #btsghostie #btswritingcafe #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts fic #bts fluff #bts angst

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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Bound by Destiny ― Chapter 22: The Next Chapter

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny ⥽

Nadya Al Jamil (MC) has been struggling from the day she moved to Manhattan, but her new job as assistant to the mysterious CEO of Raines Corp was supposed to turn her luck around. Until she finds herself caught in the middle of a war involving the Council of Vampires who secretly run the city. An evil from the birth of Vampire-kind stirs beneath, feeding on the conflict, and finds Nadya bound to a destiny she never asked for.

Bound by Destiny and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].

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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

Nadya and Adrian finally talk about what happened. Lily gets a bouquet of blue lotuses.

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit sexual content

[READ IT ON AO3]

Two weeks later…

“Adrian Raines’ office, please hold.”

Click.

“Adrian Raines’ office, can you hold for me for just a sec? Thank you.”

Click.

“Mr. Raines’ office — please hold.”

Click.

“Adrian Raines’ office, ple— Oh, thank you for holding. Uh… just keep doing that. Thank you!”

Click. Ping.

Nadya’s on autopilot as she grabs the phone and holds it to her ear — ready to spout her spiel to yet another caller. The dial tone confuses her for a second — can’t tell if it’s actually there or her brain’s the one that’s gone on hold.

The glowing icon at the bottom of the computer screen brings her back into focus-mode.

[ADRIAN]: You ok out there? [NADYA]: yes [NADYA]: did u get this many calls b4 or am i out of practice? [ADRIAN]: There’s a tech expo next week. Nicole signed up RCorp to present on solar energy.

Somehow she’s not even surprised that Nicole’s legacy — publicly tarnished regarding a carefully-crafted scandal of ‘selling company secrets’ — is making her life more difficult.

The phone starts ringing again and she’s barely a crumb away from pulling her hair out.

[NADYA]: take some of these!!!! [ADRIAN]: Sorry, I just finished with Vega’s campaign manager. [NADYA]: NOW!!!

The screen says Adrian is typing but she closes the window without letting it send. Puts on her most chipper service voice as she answers; “Adrian Raines’ office, thank you for holding, I’m transferring you to Mister Raines now,” and sends the problem away with a push of a button.

Well, that problem anyway.

It takes them the entire afternoon to crank out every last caller. Just when there’s an end in sight another wave floods in — but it wouldn’t be work if it wasn’t irritating on some level.

Adrian is, well, Adrian-like in his profuse apology messages. And if she’d normally turn down his offer to pay for the upstairs employee restaurant to bring down dinner she certainly won’t today.

The last time Nadya looked at a clock it was a perfectly acceptable time to order steak and scallops as a reward for finishing. Somewhere in between she migrates into Adrian’s actual office with all of her supplies and several tablets — he takes the calls while she gets everything in place.

That nothing she’s putting down on his calendars has anything to do with vampires, Council problems, or mysterious supernatural happenings is actually frustrating. And there are several times Nadya catches herself in the middle of thinking ‘I’d rather be chased by a horde of Ferals’ and shakes it off because, well, neither is preferable.

When the work-day officially ends (maybe not for them but certainly for the people who will be pestering them with calls) Nadya actually chucks her calendar aside like a frisbee. Flinches when it collides with the office wall but it doesn’t leave a mark so, you know, no regrets.

Heels kicked off in blissful relief and she ignores the soft ticking of the clock reading 22:11 on the wall behind him with carefully honed skill to dig into her buttery meal with fervor.

“I completely forgot about the expo. Wine?” Adrian lifts the bottle in offering, takes her vigorous nod around a mouthful of food with laughter as he pours a second for himself. “I can’t believe I let it slip my mind. We’ve contributed the last four years.”

Nadya at least has the decency not to answer with a full mouth. “Well in your defense we were sorta busy, you know, trying not to die.”

“Fair point.”

They ‘cheers’ their drinks and take a celebratory sip. Not just for what they accomplished today — they both know it.

Most of the shared meal is filled with silence. Adrian doesn’t share her human gusto for luxury entrees but he does eat instead of continuing to work. A small gesture for which she is eternally grateful.

Only when she’s pushing around the scraps of fatty meat in fattier sauce does Nadya consider voicing her thoughts. Avoids eye contact carefully — only because she doesn’t want him to reconsider keeping her on as his assistant.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?” asks Adrian in reply. She gives him a look of really? but he’s not a mind reader.

“You know — this,” with a wide gesture around his office, “balance the two worlds. Not let it make you crazy.”

“Where is this coming from?” He leans forward with folded hands. “You were managing it just fine before the Ball.”

“Exactly! Before the literal circus. Before the Ball and what happened to Megan and hiding underground and… and you’re awfully calm considering a few weeks ago you were nearly executed for something you didn’t even do.”

Maybe her voice hitches a little bit. Hopefully he won’t say anything.

The day they returned to work Nadya adopted a ‘leave it all behind’ mentality that, for the most part, has worked pretty well. Adrian’s followed in her footsteps without needing clarification on anything too. Like it never even happened.

Only it did happen. It very much happened. And she can only ignore it for so long until the rambling starts to kick in against her will — her subconscious is dying to talk and can only be suppressed for so long.

Okay, so… maybe not talking about it wasn’t the best idea. She’s known to have a few bad ones from time to time.

Only Adrian doesn’t look very surprised. In fact he seems relieved.

“I was wondering when you were going to open up. I wanted to try sooner but Lily said you just needed time.”

“Well I have this thing I do where I — hold up, when were you talking to Lily?” Not like her best best friend and her boss best friend can’t talk but… what?

Almost sheepishly Adrian nudges his phone under a leather file. “Hm? What?”

“Don’t gimme that face Adrian Raines.”

“What face?”

“That face.”

He’s lucky he relents before she has to rough it out of him. “In my defense I was just concerned. I wanted to make sure you weren’t just pushing down your feelings.”

Nadya huffs. “Well you should’ve just asked.”

“Would you have told me?”

“Maybe — not. But don’t use Lil’ as a middle-woman.”

“All right; and I’m sorry.” But she’s not getting away with it that easily — can’t change the subject without him being able to follow her step-for-step. That much is obvious by the look he gives.

Nadya tries not to feel so painfully small and human when she finally says; “I just thought it would be better — pushing it all down, I mean. No offense but I don’t exactly have much experience with multiple near-death situations. Actually I don’t have any experience with them at all.”

“Good thing that wasn’t in the interview, huh?”

“You tricked me over coffee. Technically I missed my interview, remember?”

“I told you how refreshing it was not to be recognized. And you did get the job in the end.”

At least he doesn’t hold back bantering with her. That does wonders — more than Nadya even realized. Only she doesn’t have a comeback, so…

So Adrian helps her out.

“But that’s the difference, I think. You’re right; you haven’t come so close to dying before, but I have. Actually,” he leans back thoughtfully, “that isn’t even the first time I’ve had my life threatened by Vega now that I think about it.”

“Adrian?”

“Yes Nadya?”

“How many times have you nearly died?”

He stops to think it over. “Certainly over a dozen, maybe two — not counting the time I actually died.”

That’s a good point. She hadn’t thought about that one.

“But do you want to know something?” He waits until she’s looking back into his eyes. “All those times before; every battle in every war, every dangerous stunt or accident? I may have had confidence but I never knew I was getting out alive. This last time — no matter how bleak things seemed — I didn’t need confidence. I had something else.”

“What was it?” she asks; maybe if it’s enough for him then it’ll be enough for her too.

“I had hope,” when he offers his hand palm-up on the desk Nadya takes it without hesitation, “I had you.”

It’s so awful. Like, so terribly corny and embarrassing that she’s flustered for him which simply isn’t fair. Especially when he starts grinning over it.

“If you spent your time trapped in that dungeon thinking I was gonna bust in and rescue you like some Buffy sequence —”

“No, not exactly. But you did save me.”

“Well yeah but only because —”

“Because you’re the woman who chose to remember. Who had questions and dug your heels in until they were answered. Don’t devalue yourself just because you’re human, Nadya.”

He squeezes their hands. “Thank you, Nadya Al Jamil. Thank you for saving my life.”

She’s all-too-familiar with the stinging in her eyes at this point. Yanks her hand from his and looks around hastily for a tissue only to remember they’re on her desk back outside — but he takes pity on her and offers up his handkerchief.

She can only manage to speak when she’s got soft cotton pressed into her eyeballs.

“I left my waterproof mascara at Kamilah’s, jerk.”

“I’m sorry?” He has the gall to sound unsure.

“You’d better be.”

When Nadya opens her eyes again Adrian’s no longer in his chair — which spins slowly without him. In the blink of an eye he’s at her side with her purse and tissue box from her desk; both offered with a hopeful look.

They trade and he tucks the handkerchief in his pocket. “You’re learning, Raines.”

He sits back in his chair with a grin.

“Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?”

“Oh my god — shut up.”

“What? What did I say?”

She hurls a makeup-smeared tissue ball at Adrian while he laughs.

The delivery man is really lucky she had a last-minute question in her choice of shoes. Otherwise Nadya most certainly would have stepped on the bouquet.

If Adrian weren’t waiting downstairs in the middle of evening traffic she’d be happy to parade the flowers into Lily’s room and make fun of her for being so unbelievably sappy with Maricruz but, alas, time is of the essence.

“Lil’ you’ve got a delivery!” She shouts instead. And if there’s only one good thing about Lily being Turned it’s that vampire speed really helps their near-opposite work ethics.

Nadya places the flowers on the counter just as Lily blurs in.

“Hey, thought you were leaving for work?”

“Well I was. But these stopped me.” She pushes them over gently. The blue of the petals reminds her of Mari’s shocking hair. That must be why she picked them.

For a moment it looks like Lily has no idea what she’s talking about; but it must have been a trick of the light. She takes them in hand and looks them over with… surprisingly un-Lily-like speculation.

“Oh, huh. Is there a card?”

“Dunno, lemme see —” the sudden armful of bouquet nearly sends her reeling, “— here, down near the bottom.”

For You.

Scrawled in elegant script she didn’t know the smuggler was capable of — but everyone has a strange hobby. “Well that’s cute.”

Lily nods; suddenly distracted by something on her phone. “Uh-huh. Yeah.”

“Lil’?”

“Totally.”

“Lily.”

“Huh?” She sees Nadya’s light smack of the head coming from a mile away and speeds around the kitchen island to avoid it. “What, Nadya? What?”

“You’re just a little casual about them, that’s all. Especially since you’re seeing her tonight…” Nadya exchanges flowers for her bag and looks Lily over.

“You’d tell me if you were having girlfriend troubles… right?”

“Me? Girlfriend troubles? El-oh-el, Nadya. Mari and I are fine.”

With her thumb still rapidly plugging away at her screen Lily rounds the counter. Starts pushing Nadya out the door with unnerving strength. “Don’t keep Adrian waiting! Oh here, take ‘em —” how does she end up carrying the bouquet again? “— they’ll brighten up your office.”

“What? Wait —”

“Buh-bye!”

“What are you —”

“Mari’s almost here. Surprise booty call. Leave!”

“But —”

But nothing. Lily shoves her out the door and maybe she’d buy the erratic behavior if Lily getting laid was actually on the table but she’s pretty sure Maricruz isn’t gonna like the locks she hears slotting into place.

Outside she catches sight of the company car when Adrian flashes the headlights. She’s never been more excited for her boss’ generosity when he hands her a small bag full of powdered sugar-y goodness.

Her suspicion levels start to elevate when, fifteen minutes later, he checks his phone for the seventh time.

“Okay — what are you two not telling me?”

There’s such a thing as too innocent and maybe someone like Nadya could pull it off (she’s short and that’s adorable — a widely known fact) but Adrian ‘Scary Vampire’ Raines most certainly can’t.

Especially when he blinks and tries for what he probably thinks is a nonchalant smile. “What was that you said?”

She’s not stupid enough to try and distract him from driving in the middle of the city but he’s going to get a literal earful when they reach the parking garage.

Which… they should have reached the parking garage by now.

Nadya looks out through the tinted windows to the city’s nightlife awakening block by block. Commuters heading home, tourists starting their evenings on the town; neon lights starting to reflect off the windows of skyscrapers.

Wait. She knows where they’re going.

She swallows thickly around a too-large bite. Grabs her compact mirror and starts wiping powdered sugar away from her lips and chin in haste.

“Why are you doing this to me? I look terrible.”

Adrian scoffs. “You look great. You always do.”

“Yeah maybe for a day at the office. Not for…”

“A date?”

City traffic or not that earns him a smack to the chest. He doesn’t even flinch.

Is she sweating? Oh lordy she’s sweating. She’s gonna sweat right through her thin cardigan and that’s not attractive in the slightest.

“Please turn around?” She squeaks, timid, but of course Adrian doesn’t listen. Why would he ever listen to her?

Instead he continues on the route to Ahmanet Financial.

Trapped in a car with her boss (who undoubtedly has only the best intentions), after being shoved out of her apartment by her roommate (who definitely plans on someone getting lucky tonight), on her way to the apartment of her… special friend (who she hopes for everyone’s sakes is in on this).

What a… Thursday.

“The bouquet was Lily’s idea,” Adrian says when he finally has enough of Nadya’s silent treatment — singing like a canary, “do you like them?”

“They’re pretty.”

“They’re Egyptian blue lotuses. Kamilah’s favorite.”

So this is a thing that’s happening.

“If you’re gonna go through with this can you at least, I dunno, fill me in on what’s supposed to be going on?”

Being the terrible terrible person that she is Nadya decided to take the ‘leave it all behind’ mentality a little… too far. Too-embarrassed-to-call-her far. Hiding-in-the-office-bathroom-when-she-stopped-by far.

Safe to say Kamilah might be under the wild impression that Nadya wants nothing to do with her now that they’re out of mortal peril. Which couldn’t be further than the truth! She just hasn’t done this in some time and definitely doesn’t know how to go about it with a woman as gorgeous as Kamilah.

Not to mention the two thousand-year-old badass queen of pain thing. That might be a contributing factor.

Only when they’re parked and Nadya’s taken deep breaths while hopped up on the trunk of his car does Adrian answer.

“Whatever you may be assuming about her, I think you may be holding yourself back.”

She gives him a look of ‘wow, you don’t say?’ but can’t hold it for long. Adrian — god love him — keeps trying like Nadya’s making a conscious decision not to pursue perfection.

“She can be bristly at times — I’m sure you’ve seen. But underneath it all she’s really this… this wonderful and caring person. She’s just guarded — both of us, you know? We’ve been through —”

“Adrian,” she holds up a hand to stop him, “you don’t need to talk her up for me. Trust me; I really — like really — like her.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I am. I think.”

She gives him a quick recap of what happened in the Shadow Den — not about Kamilah helping her realize she isn’t crazy or secretly some sort of psychopath, but how they agreed to talk about, well, them when everything was over. “And instead of doing it I just chickened out. She probably doesn’t even want to anymore.”

He coaxes her off of the car and onto her own two (wobbly) feet. Flexes his fingers on her shoulders and squeezes; nothing painful, but stronger than the average man. Squares down and looks her in the eye.

“Kamilah is the closest thing I have to family. She’s been the only one in my life worth protecting for decades now. Well — I mean now that I know you I guess —”

“Yeah yeah I get it. Keep motivating.”

“— Right. What I’m saying is I’m just as protective of her as she is of me and I know, Nadya — I know — that you two are something special. So if that’s what helps you march over to that elevator and give her those flowers and —”

“You don’t gotta describe the whole thing.”

“— Right. Again. You know what I mean.”

Yeah. She knows what he means. And pulls him into the tightest hug she can for his troubles. The way he returns it floods her with comfort; reminds her that no matter what she isn’t alone.

Before Nadya can pull away there’s a sudden weightless feeling and a familiar tonal ding. She pulls back to find them both in the enclosed space of the elevator — and then Adrian’s on the other side of the doors.

“Good luck!” She doesn’t know which is worse; his little wave or the two thumbs up he shoots at her before the doors cut them off.

Maybe he and Lily have been texting a little too much.

It feels like no time has passed when the elevator stops at the penthouse — makes her check just in case that it didn’t stop on a random floor by accident. Nope.

She steps out. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. And knocks.

Maybe Gerard will be able to throw a handful of wise words of English wisdom her way…

Kamilah answers the door instead.

Nadya almost throws the bouquet in her face. The woman’s vampire speed keeps that from going as disastrously as it could but, you know, it’s still not the best thing to do. A flurry of fallen petals trickle to the carpet.

Kamilah practically wrenches her eyes away from Nadya; looks down to observe the mostly-intact flowers with soft surprise. She brushes the tips of her fingers over their vibrant hue.

“Full disclosure: the flowers were Adrian’s idea — I think — and I know I should have known your favorite flowers beforehand but I promise the second I get to my notebook I’m jotting that down for future reference.”

Only when she stops rambling Kamilah is still focused on the flowers. At first she was sure there was one of her rarer open and unguarded looks gazing down at them but now she can see the slight downturn of Kamilah’s mouth.

She’s gonna kill Adrian. And Lily. Both of them — again.

“You don’t like them?”

“The blue lotus is a rare — and expensive — varietal. Hard to get this time of year.”

That doesn’t… answer her question? “Oh.”

Her heart drops into her gut when Kamilah turns back into the condo with the flowers in tow. Leaves the door open behind her. It makes Nadya stand in the doorway like a statue until, beyond the kitchen, she hears; “close the door behind you.”

She lingers behind like an awkward shadow. Watches as Kamilah re-homes the bouquet in a vase that looks ancient and yet still timeless. She can’t read the hieroglyphics wrapping around the vessel from top to bottom but judging by the fondness hiding in the corners of the woman’s eyes that’s not the first time it’s held flowers native to her homeland.

Each time they cross paths she tries to find something to say — falls short when she’s given a look with Kamilah’s almost signature arched eyebrow and just saves her words for later when the moment passes.

It doesn’t help that she has no idea what’s going on. What’s expected of her then and there.

Especially when Kamilah turns down the hallway towards the rest of the place.

“Are you coming?”

Oh. Oh yes she is. And that definitely doesn’t need a word to follow it as she practically scampers along. As she passes the vibrant lotus blossoms on their pedestal that overlooks the entirety of the main apartment.

Nadya made the mistake of going into Kamilah’s office only once; when she was still getting her bearings staying in a new place. She imagines it’s designed much in the same fashion as her CEO’s office several floors below them; sleek and sharp and new-age; everything Adrian’s office isn’t.

By the time she makes it to the doorway Kamilah is at a small table with a hidden bar caddy in the cabinet below. She takes two full glasses in hand and turns — offers one to Nadya casually.

She takes it and, uncultured as she is, tries to inhale and determine what it might be.

“A cherry cognac,” Kamilah answers unprompted. Tilts her tumbler slightly for a gentle cheers before they drink.

It burns all the way down Nadya’s throat. Makes her cough and tap her chest lightly. Kamilah tries slightly less than her best not to look bemused.

“Alcohol like this is not meant to be tasted, but savored.”

Nadya’s voice is rough in her reply; “Good to know.” Not like she’ll ever understand rich people and their rich liquors anyway. And the second time, when she sips with tight lips that barely let anything through, it goes down much more smoothly.

They’re both companions to silence for some time. Nadya discovers this amazing thing where every time she tries to speak and fails she can cover it up with the taste of burned cherries.

It’s likely they’re both a little surprised when Kamilah chooses to go first; turns her back on Nadya to face the large window overlooking the city.

“I would have thought you would be at the office by now. There’s an important convention of some sort soon, correct?”

Kamilah Sayeed making small talk. Screw Vega — this will bring upon the end of the world just as easily.

It makes Nadya laugh. “Well yeah, that was the plan. But plans change.”

“Oh?”

“Especially when your boss takes you to work every day… except for today, of course. When he sorta bypassed that.”

“Of course.”

“But I guess that’s what happens when said boss is gung-ho on playing matchmaker.”

She joins the vampiress at the window. Finds herself focusing more on the beauty of Kamilah’s reflection than the actual view. Her drink is empty by now but she still holds onto it — habit more than anything.

After her eyes make the journey of traveling from Kamilah’s waist all the way up to her features, though, her breath catches in her lungs at the piercing eyes giving her the same treatment.

Only after a long and final drink does Kamilah answer.

“And are you only here by Adrian’s meddlesome hand?”

“Meddlesome…” Nadya bites her bottom lip, “some might say helpful…”

But Kamilah only quirks her eyebrow; her question unanswered. Got it.

“Partly. I know we said, you know, when everything was done we’d talk about what happened — uh… between us.”

“Indeed. I recall.”

“And I wanted to — well, want to…” She pauses when Kamilah starts moving; ready to let her take the lead on the conversation. But the brunette gives a nod to coax her into continuing while she casually takes their glasses away. “But then there was this part of me that kept doubting myself, you know? Kept me wondering if it was a good idea, or if I was reading the signals right…

“And that part kept asking if you were really interested in me.”

Kamilah crosses the room before she’s even finished. That speed, both alluring and terrifying depending on who or what is coming at her; catching her breathless. She’s starting to think that’s the way Kamilah likes her best.

Nadya only realizes she’s pinned when it’s too late. Watches as Kamilah splays her long fingers against the glass beside Nadya’s head and curls her other hand in the hairs at the nape of her neck.

Well this escalated quickly.

Then she’s leaning forward and Nadya can taste the smoky cherry on her breath. There’s no rain to drown them out this time. The only thunder is what hammers between them.

“Answer something for me, Nadya.”

Has she ever noticed the way her name curls on Kamilah’s tongue? So terribly terribly sinful.

“Mm—Mmhm. Yes. Anything.”

And oooh boy she knows that look anywhere. Anything, well anything is a dangerous game. One she’s sure the immortal will definitely play if given the opportunity.

Whatever air might have been left between them Kamilah closes with a press of her hips.

“You’ve been in my home. You’ve seen my work. There are things you know about me that I would not share with a soul living or dead. And rarer still… you are one of the few lucky enough to have seen me at my most raw and bare.”

Her tongue flicks out — tastes the seam of Nadya’s lips — and she catches the hint of pearly fang hidden behind a smirk.

“Do I look to be the kind of woman to waste her time on that which does not hold her interest?”

Nadya’s fully prepared to answer — doesn’t realize it’s a rhetorical question until she can’t speak on account of the second tongue in her mouth.

They melt together; blood and water in the same glass. Both starkly different but entangled together in a mess of limbs and hair and hot, panted breaths more from one than the other.

Every moan and mewled gasp Kamilah eats up like a starving woman. Drinks in the taste of Nadya’s skin speckled with sweat from the curve of her jaw down to the dip of her fluttering pulse against her neck.

There’s no doubt about it: Kamilah’s way more into it than she was the last time. But Nadya wouldn’t trade either of these moments for anything in the world.

She tries to reach down and cradle Kamilah’s face — bring her back up to continue killing her through kisses — then she can’t move her hands. Can feel the flex of the vampire’s fingers entwined with hers and the hard press of the glass against her wrists. Swears the glass might let out a resistant creak or two.

“Did I say you could touch?” The words are purred; punctuated with scrapes of blunted teeth on her collarbone. Nadya’s heart feels like a hummingbird’s wings.

“S-Sorry.”

“You can do better than that.”

Ohmygod. “I’m sorry, Kamilah.”

She doesn’t know if that’s the word the woman wants — hopes it’s okay because she doesn’t want to try any funny business right now. Wants to say Kamilah’s name until it’s no longer a name but a series of letters strung together that she can’t even comprehend besides what they bring into her life: pleasure, joy, desire.

Thank god it’s enough. “Good girl.”

The world moves on without them while they stand there lost in bliss. In the burn of alcohol on savored lips and the flex of fingers as Nadya tests the waters — tests, but doesn’t breach them.

She’s never swam this far out in the sea before. It both terrifies and excites her. Kamilah both terrifies and excites her. Yet even treading open water she knows there’s no way the waves of feeling pushing off of the woman before her would ever let her drown.

Kamilah gives a soft nip to her jugular; sucks on the heated flesh and the liquid gold pounding beneath. Nadya closes her eyes on instinct. Tilts her head up to help ease of access.

Then the pleasure of plush lips stops. Nadya flexes — the grip is still there. Can still feel the presence radiating off of Kamilah’s body like an ancient ruin still standing.

She peeks open her eyes and tries not to startle at the sight in front of her. It’s one she’s seen before — and never, too, until now.

Nadya knows she’s safe because all it takes is a tap against the woman’s knuckles to free her hand. Yes, even without permission she reaches out and brushes aside the curtain of warm brown hair.

It’s not fear that turns away the vampire’s true nature; the subtle monster hidden just beneath the surface. No, Kamilah is too proud of who she is despite what she is to let that stop her.

But there’s a shadow in the look she gives Nadya that isn’t brought on by the night outside.

There are things you know about me that I would not share with a soul living or dead.

With a wordless burst of confidence (that she would wholly deny if this happens to go badly) Nadya’s grip tightens on Kamilah’s jaw. Holds her in place as she leans forward to drag the flat of her tongue over the razor’s edge of a fang.

It hurts — like all small wounds do — and the sudden coppery taste that coats the back of her throat is something she almost chokes on. But Nadya endures. Pushes her blood along Kamilah’s teeth.

She’s not giving permission, no, but allowing vulnerability. It’s hard to tell the difference but Kamilah’s helping her get there bit by bit.

Kamilah’s voice drops into a wanton moan. For the first time Nadya feels the weight of her immortality yield in tiny tremors wracked over her body. Feels the prickle of hairs standing tall down her lithe arms.

When they open Kamilah’s eyes are a thin red band around blown pupils. Her mouth hangs open ever-so-slightly. Panting; prone. Her tongue runs along the length of her teeth to suckle every last drop of blood to savor.

“I want you to have all of me.” whispers Nadya; enraptured by the sight before her.

The vampiress shakes out of some stupor. Starts to reach and Nadya brings her hand back up to the window but there’s nothing holding her there beyond a sheer will to please; to make Kamilah proud of her.

She doesn’t wait long to feel that touch again. To feel the tickle of a zipper sliding along her hip and her skirt struggle to stay held in place.

With a wave of Kamilah’s hand the skirt tickles her toes in a pool of fabric. The tips of sharp nails drag half-formed promises atop her nylons.

Their eyes meet. If there’s a game being played Nadya comes to the conclusion that she’s just lost.

She’s never been so incredibly happy about losing before.

“Are you truly aware of what you say; of what you’re offering?” Kamilah rasps. Traces the outer entrance of her human with coy intent.

Nadya nods. “Yes.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I know… I know what I’m offering, Kamilah.” It takes every ounce of her finite willpower to keep from keening; feels those nails press and drag and rip through the thin nude mesh and expose her skin to that tantalizing touch.

“Good. Now tell me again.”

“I’m offering all of me.”

“Again.”

“I’m offering —” this time there’s no playful teasing, only the way her panties are moved aside, “— all of m-me.”

“Again.”

The fingertip dips forward. Just a touch. Enough to coat the digit in slick.

Nadya wants to obey — wholly intends on it — but finds herself rendered mute at the sight of Kamilah bringing her hand up to her lips and sucking her skin clean.

But Kamilah doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Cocks an arched brow and pushes all her warning into one word: “Nadya…”

“I’m yours!”

Not what she was planning on saying but sometimes her lack of brain-to-mouth filter comes in handy. Especially in moments like this; where her heart overrides all thought and reason.

She’ll savor the victory of Kamilah’s surprised face later, it seems. If she’s still alive by the time they finish.

Judging by the fervent hunger with which Kamilah seals their unspoken pact in a kiss, though, that might be up in the air.

#bloodbound #kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #adrian raines #choices bloodbound #bloodbound mc #mc: nadya al jamil #oblv: bound by destiny #oblv: new chapter #; my fics #lily spencer

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TWICE Yoo Jeongyeon - Overview

Hello! 💕 Haven’t done this in a while but I figured since I’ve been getting asks about Dahyun-- I wanted to do Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Dahyun’s Overview before Twice’s comeback (on the 22nd!) 💕 Not sure how well this will go!! But I hope you can show the girls some love and hopefully their comeback ‘Fancy’ will be a Bop!! 💕💕

Masterlist  | Momo | Mina | Sana | Jihyo | Nayeon |  Dahyun | 

Disclaimer: For unknown Birthtimes we’re going to use the standard 12.00pm --and as always, please read with your own discretion! 💕

November 1st, 1996 Suwon, South Korea

Scorpio Sun/Mercury

Oooof we’re starting off STRONG today with her Scorpio Sun AND Mercury being VERY tight to each other (0′33) This makes for for someone who’s quite powerful, sometimes a lil forceful but bold, speaks her mind (within reasons), thoughtful and intelligent. 

It’s not the overt type of ‘bold’ as Leos, but more like they aren’t afraid if it’s for the better. Sometimes -- it comes with courage that you’re able to say the things other people have been thinking about (and fearing the consequences/disturbing the equilibrium).

With Scorpios in particular-- it’s about knowing those consequences but knowing better the way to travel/transverse through the situation without hurting themselves/others too much in the process as well.

It’s an intellectual process-- where you make calculated risks in order to get the gained result. It’s about seeing the unseen, perhaps being able to see through people quickly as well-- and ability to tell whether someone’s trustworthy or not based on subtle observations.

People might comment a lot on her ?? because whilst she is very beautiful, she can sometimes have a mean-side despite being pretty nice and might consider herself to be ‘open’ in a way.

It’s the way you come across-- you know? Like how certain people who aren’t doing ANYTHING is just considered to be ‘closed off/mean’ based on them not being completely open/sharing in comparison to others. 

When you put Scorpios in a social/public setting-- despite being honest and friendly themselves-- they know the subtle cues of oversharing and what to say/not to say which distinct them from others, and that distinction is what makes people look at them socially as someone who’s kind of ‘secretive’ or may ‘keep to themselves’ (and may contribute to the misunderstanding that they’re closed off) 

It’s a part of why Scorpios are kinda misunderstood sometimes-- because whilst they are ‘open’ as they can be-- it’s their choice whether or not they choose to open up or not. 

They aren’t necessarily over-sharers, but they will share if they think it’s right/needs to hear (their own actions). You don’t HAVE to share everything in your life-- there’s a reason we have time to ourselves. 

Whilst it IS nice to share our burdens with others/public, there’s also a lot of values in learning how to process/work through things with our own and then sharing that with others as well. 

Think of social media --- there’s people who shares really personal parts of their lives (conflicts) and probably should talk/communicate to the other person themselves instead (think facebook) for smaller situations -- the Scorpio is the type to distinct between the private/public.

There’s ‘mindlessness’ and ‘thoughtfulness’ that they distinct by--- with it in her Sun/Mercury -- she may judge others based on how ‘thoughtful’ they are as well. As ‘mindless’ action that is done with no particular point, or done ‘uselessly’ can create a negative environment/impact on others and that becomes ‘thoughtless’ action (inconsiderate)

With the Scorpio -- it’s about consideration and thoughtfulness. Did you think about what you did? Or did you act without thinking/brashly? 

Was it thought-out, did you exclude certain narratives/thoughts before presenting it out. All these things are considered-- and it’s also a part of why they are somewhat harsh on themselves as well.

See it’s kinda like-- Jeongyeon may be the type of person who thinks alot to herself, goes away to work on things on her own until she figures it out. She can be contemplative, but with that comes a certain strength that makes her stand out--- her willingness to see things through, her strength in making it out completely and as best as she can. 

It comes with consideration-- and a lot of internal work in order to manifest it outward like that (nocturnal sign)  

This Sun/Mercury conjunction may find themselves to be quite truthful. There’s an honesty to them that’s hard to find-- a personal integrity. They aren’t necessarily big speakers-- but they speak when it’s necessary.

Quality over quantity -- and most of the time it’s for the better as well. 

We often talk about how Libras are indecisive-- in Scorpios what you don’t see is that they can sometimes be like that as well. Not in a way that they’re wishy-washy, just that they need to work things through before making a decision as well.

Commitment isn’t something they take lightly, especially ones that requires them to be able to make time, effort, spend energy in long-term.

The ‘intensity’ that Scorpios are known for is more to do with ‘mind-set’ -- as in, are they settled, are they stable/fixed in what they do? Having the preparatory work is necessary in order to ‘dive’ into it.

For the Scorpio Sun/Mercury -- even when you think they’re ‘just like you’ they aren’t completely like you. They have their inner-workings, and their own individuality. 

There’s moments where they aren’t going to completely agree with you or go along with what you want, but it’s no offense to the person. It’s just respect for their own self. 

Patience and tolerance only works as long as they have a ‘goal’ in mind. For the Scorpios-- it’s easier to ‘grab’ what you want/your decisive nature. At the same time-- a developed Scorpio would have to learn how to let things go without throwing a fit about it. 

Emotions/feelings combined with their ‘want/need’ can eventually become their vices if they don’t watch out for it. Primarily, it’s focused on ‘desire/want/goal’ without them realizing they’ve invested ‘feelings’ into the equation-- and the ‘feeling’ part is what makes them cling onto the idea. Rejecting rejection, rejecting reality sometimes. They can be intense to themselves, and in this case it’s to their detriments sometimes as well.

One of the good things about them though is that they have a lot of perseverance and isn’t afraid to use their hands/feet to get what they want. You can’t be afraid to work hard and do what you can to get what you need. 

At the same time, combined with their occasional patience/tolerance you get someone who strikes best when the opportunity arises-- rather than driving themselves to the ground to gain something/endlessly working to reach a goal. Think smart, work hard. Mayhaps Scorpios will have to learn this too. 

Most Scorpios will have to learn how to heal and transform-- from the ashes to a phoenix. Since that’s the path of the ‘healer’ that they’re set out to be. 

Pain, trauma, bad past experiences are a part of what makes them who they are. The recovery period is long and can take years sometimes. 

Eventually Scorpios will have to learn how to ‘crack’ those period open and allow themselves a chance to heal/be happy instead. Move on, change, transform. That’s the path of the Scorpio that Scorpios themselves will need to learn how to do. 

Going back to Sun/Mercury in Scorpio -- with Mercury also ruling the mind (not just communication) a lot of internal energy is aligned with her Sun (ego/confidence/esteem). Making Jeongyeon quite a smart person (people smart sometimes) able to see through things, sometimes even someone who feels like their best trait is their mind/how they think.

This can make for a calculative person, strategic but also hugely ‘gut-feeling/intuitive’. Binding intuition with logical senses can be hard, but there’s value in expressing feelings in a logical way that everyone can understand--- it humanizes aspects of ‘people’ without making it be ‘vulnerable’ or ‘oversharing’. 

The way Scorpio talks about their feelings-- sometimes it’s more like a ‘this was what it is and that’s what happened’ but it’s not meant in a negative way, just that it happened (dry) and then ‘im working to be better at it’ -- an acceptance of the process. 

Because it is Scorpio however (and a lot of the water signs are like this too) -- sometimes they aren’t ‘hearing’ what other people are saying. 

Some can rely a lot on their own experience/guts to make that connection. Despite having a Scorpio Mercury-- she may be a good understander but mayhaps not always a good listener. Especially when it concerns her feelings/experience rendering the conversation to be ‘narrower’ in her mind.

Y know... like sometimes you get stuck in your mind, situation. You don’t necessarily need advice, you just want to vent.

Or rather.. you’ve already made up your mind on what to do, even if it’s not necessarily the best decision. But there’s no changing your mind, so you dismiss any advice being given to you. And pursue your own path anyways.

It be like that sometimes for fixed signs, especially fixed water like Scorpio. Their ‘will-power’ in this regard, can sometimes disregard others. Thus why ‘healing’ and resurrecting the self by cracking down completely is the ‘transformation’ Scorpios will do.

With that said, it isn’t all bad. Scorpio Mercury are thoughtful people, often times when they’re quiet-- they’re contemplating and thinking about what you said. Furthering it, relating to it, putting it into a format that’s applicable to them. 

They don’t normally dominate conversations-- preferring to be more of the observer type. But they do hold certain power when they talk-- and they expect people to listen to them when they’re proving a point on something (and be adamant and demand this from others).

Scorpio Mercury are also very curious people-- especially with topics where they can dive in deep, study (self-study) or investigate. Usually they like finding things ‘beneath the surface’ -- so not just what is presented to them, but the use and meaning underneath. What’s it for, what can it do. What’s the implication/message beneath that. 

Like Capricorns -- they’re more of a hands-on kind of learner (Martian). This applies to understanding something as well. In order to fully understand/feel comfortable with something, they have to actively engage with the material themselves. 

Just hearing it from someone else and taking their words for it isn’t going to cut it. These people like to be there at the scene, likes to know the material like the back of their hands. If they aren’t ‘connected’ to the topic on the level that they can pull it from their mind/document -- then it’s not something they’re certain about at all (commitment).

Sun/Mercury in Scorpio also makes for someone who’s very funny-- in a Scorpio-like humor. Usually, it comes along as snarky/sarcastic or observational humour. As in-- they pick the situation/opportunity to poke fun at something (’moments’ humour). Can sometimes be satirical or academically inclined as well. 

With Jeongyeon-- she also has her Mercury/Jupiter sextile. This can point to someone who may offer services to others-- particularly listening/offering advice. 

With Scorpio Mercury they’re often time good psychologists because they can see and analyze pretty quickly what’s beneath the surface. 

They’re quiet when they want the other person to speak, they give space and also own the space when they need tot alk. They aren’t afraid to point out the things that can help you-- but doing so in a very understanding way.

Note that sometimes they can be sympathetic-- but more so than just being ‘nice’ or ‘kind’ they are understanding. There’s a difference. 

You’re expected to help yourself, but they understand what you’re going through. For now-- this is what they can offer you emotionally (understanding).

Whilst she is extremely generous with others (Sun/Jupiter) and may be personally popular for her mind/positivity (Mercury/Jupiter) -- she also has a strong ego in regards to her intellectual abilities (Sun/Mercury) as well as a debate/combative personality (Mercury/Uranus). 

Particularly because it’s Scorpio Mercury square Aquarius Uranus -- sometimes she can be a bit more conservative than she realizes. Or just really really stubborn in her perspective, unable to see things from other people’s perspective.

It’s emotional more so than anything, but this ‘emotional’ side is what’s stopping her from being rational/open-minded the way she usually is. 

Cancer Moon ( 2nd Decan | Scorpio - Mars/Pluto )

There’s possibly a reason people say she’s like a nurturer in the group-- and that might be because of this Cancer Moon right here!

Not all Cancer Moons ‘acts’ like a nurturer, some are better at being nurtured (or would want the same back) but with the combination of Scorpio/Cancer---  Jeongyeon is someone who is a ‘stable’ point in the group

You’d think ‘oh waters aren’t stable’ but they are. Specifically with Cancer Moons-- whilst they themselves are a little bit of a stubborn pebble sometimes they are also great at handling people. 

Imagine a pebble staring up at you like ‘>:[’ --- this is them sometimes it’s so cute skjnsfkjnksnk if Capricorn is like ‘:(’ then Cancer is petulant ‘>:[’ 

Anyways, that’s besides the point (and just my opinion) -- what I’m here to say is that Cancer Moons have immense capabilities at understanding emotions and reflecting them back at others. 

They’re intuitively inclined, able to draw out people’s feelings/thoughts with intentions and purpose if they so wish. 

Sometimes it’s just from the way they act/behave-- and the aura of comfort that surrounds them. These people are ‘comfortable’ to be around because they’re naturally ‘themselves’ as well -- most of the time, we have a hard time being comfortable with ‘ourselves’.

This is receptive energy -- as in, the Moon reflects light from the Sun thus why it glows (over-simplification but ok). Cancer’s similar to that in how they help people reflect their own light, and thus they are able to evaluate themselves better when they’re with them. 

This might be part of why Jeongyeon is such a stable and consolidating presence in the team.

But another part of their nature is their protective nature and consoling presence -- imagine a crab, there’s the shell that ‘protects’ them from the outside and also the soft innards that you’ll have to crack in order to eat.

Please don’t vore your Cancer friends or ‘crack’ them in order to eat their innards. This applies to metaphorical voring as well (cracking them in order to let them show their emotions) -- there’s a reason the shell’s there, and that’s for self-protection and also their Skin. 

You don’t strip someone’s skin, because that’s painful and they’ll bleed. Nurture your crab friend by letting them be in their shell-- and if they’re comfortable with you they will come up to you. But don’t expect them to gut themselves and show you their insides.

Even if they are ‘open books’ about their experiences there are things they won’t be comfortable sharing/talking about --pushing too much will only aggravate them more bc it feels like you’re not listening to them (or validating them) and only criticizing the way ‘they’ work. 

So with the sign of Cancer-- try to treat them as a crab friend and not a surgical experience. You don’t go around slicing up living breathing animals when they’re not dead, so don’t do that to your Cancers either.

Anyways-- all of this was to say they’ll open up when they want to. When they’re comfortable and feel like you’re receptive to listening to their side of the story. 

Judgment can be a turn off especially if they’re not the one doing the judging. 

In the meantime, YOU can open up to THEM about stuff if you want. 

They’ll be there to listen and offer an ear. No guarantees on whether or not they’ll make fun of you or not but it’s usually not mean-spirited. 

These people-- although they don’t say it outloud they can be needy. The way they go about seeking attention is by roping you into activities with them. Or mentioning something in your vicinity hoping you get the hint. I’d say it’s passive aggressive but it’s more like passively direct.  

They aren’t hiding stuff, they’re just not saying it sometimes. If they’re emotionally pre-occupied then just let them do their thing, when they feel more secure they’ll talk about it. You just gotta be patience with them.

Basically--all this comes down to seeking security and stability, as well as cardinally ‘acting’ it out. When they got problems, they analyze and figure out ‘what to do about it/what can be done’ --- usually ‘action’ taking are done internally (in the mind/mentally) which can be more passive than say Aries (like pre-planning). And then execution happens.

These are usually the type of people who are wrapped up in themselves-- this isn’t actually your problem so don’t insert yourself into the narrative. Let them do their thing, because later when they communicate they’ll be more open to figuring things out.

Usually-- Cancer Moons have a problem with retaining memories/ experiences that ‘hurts’ them. Specifically ones where they feel ‘vulnerable’ or ‘attacked’ by those they care about/unexpectedly. 

These memories/experiences ‘shapes’ them in a way-- and it can take years for a Cancer to learn how to grow out of them because they are-- essentially-- ‘shaped’ by the experience going forward even if they don’t realize it. 

‘No that’s not me’ because Cancers are defensive signs. And whilst they try to ‘overcome’ experiences/emotions that happened to them they don’t realize that they forget to address ‘healing’ themselves-- not just ‘taking’ or ‘overcoming’ something but learning to ‘heal’ and embrace themselves/their vulnerabilities as well. 

They’re terrible at ‘embracing/feeling’ things in it’s totality. Most Cancers would probably hide themselves away to go through their emotional process instead of letting you see them do that. And when situation arises, they are less ‘reactionary’ because they suppress their feelings until they can process them later as well. 

(Choosing to be ‘stable and controlled’ in order to get things ‘objectively’ done) 

There’s a certain ‘need’ to ‘look’ strong in cardinal signs-- rarely, you’ll see a cardinal who feels 100% comfortable being vulnerable in public without some kind of internalized bs regarding showing emotions. 

Sometimes changes are scary, especially when it comes to self-improvement and hearing suggestions from others on how they can develop themselves. Like it’s sister sign Capricorn--- Cancerians are more old-fashioned than they realize and usually takes a while to ‘open up’ to new advice, suggestions, ideas. Sometimes they can take these cues as if it’s criticism to themselves and becomes defensive as well. 

Sometimes -- with Cancer/Scorpio mix you can have someone who’s quite dynamic--- position of authority, likes to tell people what to do.

It’s about being in control, or having control over others sometimes. Combined with the nurturing nature of Cancer it can make someone who aggressively nurtures you. But at the same time-- is equally independent as well.  

This can make for quite an organized person who plans things out to a T when they put their mind to it-- at the same time, they’re attracted to the weird, whimsical or bizarre (unusual) as well. 

Nevertheless, Cancer Moons are often popular with those around them because they are likeable. They remind you of home, of familial figures and in how they take care of those around them. Their sense of humour is usually a little quirky -- which only endears them more to those around them!

They can clean up quite often, domestic scene/field is where they’re comfortable with. Some may become homebodies as well-- preferring to have entertainment inside the home instead of publicly/outside sometimes (depends on placement).

These Cancer Moons (with their close friends) are quite sensitive and caring. More so than that they’re ‘thoughtful’ people to have around. 

They aren’t much for frivolous things or displays because ‘trust’ is a thing that they have to be ‘solid/built’ completely sold on first. 

(Also they can be fun-loving!!! So please love them lots!!) 

Libra Venus  Virgo Mars 

Gonna combine these two together bc they both-- exemplify a lot of her intellectual and analytical side and I absolutely love it

We talked so much about her emotionality with all the waters above-- the combination of Libra Venus and Virgo Mars brings an emphasis to intellect and it’s!!! really nice to see

Talking about them separately first-- with Libra Venus-- like the Nayeon post earlier, there’s a kindred nature with her where it’s a subtle kind of affection.

As an air/cardinal venus, there’s a lot of emphasis on finding ‘perfection’ in what she pursues and is interested in. Where the energy goes in terms of crafts and expression, it’s in finding what ‘fits’ right and organizing/editing until it makes ‘sense’ or ‘looks right’.

It’s hard for Libra Venus to be completely satisfied especially if they’re so excited/have high expectation for the project. With higher expectations (and no concrete manifestation) they sometimes lose themselves in the process-- going over things endlessly again and again until it ‘fits’ right for a period of time. 

This is an interesting contrast to the decisive nature of Scorpio that she has-- with Libra in Venus, often times it softens the Scorpio abit by creating ‘time’ to deliberate over things. 

Trust that the end product will be phenomenal --- but there’s also joy in the ‘act’ of working through things and crafting what she loves. 

They like things to be ‘polished’ and even if it’s not-- then it better be ‘intentional’ and have a good reasoning behind it. 

This combined with the tendency of Virgo Mars -- makes for a person who’s kind of a ‘worker’. An organizer of sorts, likes to see the pieces and arrange them before the finalizing of things/projects.

Visually-- it has to be pleasing, but also the detailing and workings of it has to be up to par. It doesn’t make sense for something to be half-hearted when you could put meaning into it, intentions and create/craft something out of it.

This is the side that makes things looks ‘cleaner’ -- compared to Scorpio/Cancer that can sometimes be ‘crude’-- the Libra/Virgo ‘cleans up’ the edges and makes sure things are presentable. And that kind of ‘presentability’ is what makes things sell.

With themselves and with their product/self- expression -- everything happens in stages. You work through things with the core-energy (hammering it out) with that Scorpio/Cancer will-power. And then you dust off/polish everything so it makes sense, is cohesive. And isn’t cluttered (decluttering).

With Libra Venus especially-- seeing something visually pleasing or being represented as visually pleasing can be important for their self-confidence as well. 

It’s not vanity exactly-- it’s more like acknowledging that you CAN do something about it so you should. And using that to your benefit rather than sit and wait for judgment from others to come to you.  

See, besides the analytical and organizational traits they’re also quite critical and judgemental of themselves/others. No personal offense to anyone at all, but how things are presented and unravelled to these people matters.   

Presentation matters. And since they put so much emphasis on that for themselves, seeing people meet their expectations or share similar standards on this subject can help enhance/bond with them (common interest and understanding with each other).

With the combination of Libra/Virgo in the Venus/Mars -- it’s highly likely that their expectations/style is more of the simple, elegance but sophisticated kind. 

The ‘type’ of presentation is usually more classy-- not really the ‘in the dumps, natural beauty who came from the amazon’ type but more polished/put together style.

This might apply more to themselves/how they want to see others. Sometimes-- there are those who are ‘rugged’ that complements them and becomes objects of their desire. But that also depends on their DSC etc. as well.

With both of these being intellectual signs (Libra/Virgo)-- and considering her Scorpio/Cancer Sun-Moon. Jeongyeon may be the type to listen to others and then intellectualize their words, feelings, emotions. 

Explaining it back to them or understanding it in a very stabilized manner, helping them gain understanding and stability about themselves and how/what they’re feeling if they can’t make sense of it.

This is pretty cute actually -- because there’s always that one friend who listens and THINKS about what you said. And then try to understand it by putting themselves in your shoes (Cancer Moon) but without-- y know, getting all emotional about it.

They’re just trying to understand you, your emotions. Your conflict and your situation. They’re an outsider but with a deeply intuitive/wise perspective. A guidance in your times of need. And also an ear to hear you out/listen to you.

The confidante!!!  I keep forgetting the word but that’s it. Trust if you never take her advice/words she’ll get frustrated. There’s a point to why she sits with you and try to persuade you to do better for yourself. 

So you better manifest/progress with your situation cause if you keep lamenting about the same things-- she’s going to lose her patience and ditch you to go fume.

There’s conditions placed-- and those conditions is that you try to listen and accept help from others. If you’re too stagnant or stubborn-- refusing to listen or LEARN then it’s going to be like talking to a brick wall for her. And she’s the type who won’t know what to do with that (needs stimuli/responsive/reaction)

Too independent to wait around for too long, despite how caring and nurturing she is for those that she loves she’s not going to be the one to get hurt when they lash out/hurt her in the end. 

Besides this-- ways of showing/giving affection back to her is by caring about the little things, the little details. Whether it’s cooking a meal after a long day, getting her flowers or just remembering tiny details about her. These things may be small but the amount of affection/care and thoughtfulness put into it is amazing.

That’s what she’s going to be touched by, warmed-hearted. The simple tiny details of everyday life that manifests into moments of care/affection in time. 

You don’t have to go grand or big since it might embarrass her or push her into responding in a way that’s ‘big’ or equal (try to match up) to the affection you’ve shown--- just the small things are fine.

Communication is a thing-- communicating about your dreams, goals, values. Or just everyday life, it doesn’t have to be deep, big or superficial. 

Sharing your visions and thoughts together is stimulation enough for Libra/Virgo. 

Sharing-- another part of it, is also a thing that makes them quite romantic. If it’s raining, sharing an umbrella. Taking care of them, sharing food/giving them food.  Going on a trip together and getting souvenirs because it made you thought of them (even when you went there together).

Showing them through the little things that you care even if it doesn’t have to be direct/grand is nice.

Alrighty 💜 That’s it for Jeongyeon’s overview! 💜💜💜 Touched on some difficult stuff-- since you can’t really gauge how developed Scorpio/Cancers are sometimes and that can indicate a lot about how they act/react in a way 💜 But I hope-- for those who benefits from this, that you also use it to grow as well 💜💜💜 

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Happy Friday Readers!!! It’s been a hot minute since I posted a #Fridayreads & I thought today would be a good day to bring that back here on the blog. I’m typically reading (devouring) books & reviewing but lately I have been feeling a bit slumpish. I’m still reading & keeping up with reviews cuz ya girl doesn’t cope well with letting people down lol, I’m just not doing as much as I was before my move. This got me thinking…what is hindering me from enjoying these amazing arcs? it’s not a shortage of books, ya’ll know your girl has a book buying problem…then what is it? Whelp before I get into that, this is a Friday Reads post so lets start with what i’m currently reading…

Red Sister by Mark Lawrence is my 1st Adult Fantasy book in YEARS! I’m a newb to Mark Lawrence, this being my 1st book of his but LOOK ^^^ uhh, he re-tweeted me getting ready to sit on the top staircase at work & read his book…what I didn’t expect were the Seagulls that landed on the roof & proceeded to give me a full on orchestra of cries. I do not lie…ask Gretchen @Chicnerdreads who has a voice note of said evil Gulls making a liar out of my tweet cuz no reading got done once they got started😂anyways, Red Sister is EPIC bad assery @ its finest. It’s a pretty big book but I don’t mind cuz not one bit drags & I keep finding things to love. Think Arya Stark/X-23 aka Wolverine’s protégé on her 1st day at Hogwarts…less magic…more fight training yet similar concepts. If like me, you are looking for more books with female friendships then this will check that box off for ya ;) I am reading a ton slower than usual but its not for lack of enjoyment. I’m actually wondering what I’m going to do with myself once I finish reading Red Sister…maybe buy all of Mark’s (yea 1st name basis after you re-tweet me lol) previous books? most likely smh *covers face* 

I recently sat down to update my arc spreadsheet, something I found has helped me immensely with staying on top of publication dates. Now as much as it has helped with my anxiety…it has also contributed to it if that makes any sense? 😂 I’d like to think i’m a pretty nice person…responsible @ least & so its been my thing to post reviews 1-2 weeks prior to pub date with all of my arcs. With the exception of two that I posted a few days after, I’ve been successful on this front…but what happens when life gets in the way? few know me well but those that do, know I’m not one to delve too deep into my personal life. I’m a listener & not much of a talker but I thought it time to share a little bit about myself with you, my faithful book blogging buddies/readers…

Most of you know I’m a “young” mom of 2 tiny humans & that I married my very 1st bookworm buddy over a shared love for Harry Potter smh LOL! (8 years strong). I also have a full time J-O-B in what can sometimes seems like a stuffy office (accounting for ya *sobs*). About a year ago I decided to start this blog as a way to connect with other readers (non-husbands) over one of my biggest passions…BOOKS! I also felt the need to create something of my own, my own little corner of the internet where I could retreat to after hours.  See, about 2 years ago I was diagnosed as Diabetic. Something I knew was a real possibility after 2 complicated pregnancies & a family history with diabetes. I was NOT however, prepared to accept that diagnosis. I was under the care of a nutritionist & had lost 18lbs. all on my own but in the end my genetics won that battle. I thought after losing my father to the disease, that I knew enough…I was wrong. I decided to educate myself, get under medical treatment, joined the gym, and changed my diet. When I say change diet I mean I followed docs orders & started eating more smaller meals to wake up a dead metabolism. Plenty think that all diabetics have an over eating problem…whelp here’s one diabetic that can’t seem to work up an appetite to eat more than 2 meals (if that) per day & is still not thin by any means. Diabetes is frustrating in that it contradicts itself at every turn. Eat too much = elevated sugar/eat too little = elevated sugar. Finding the perfect balance is something I still work hard for every hour of the day. Exhaustion comes at any hour of the day as an indicator that my sugar may be too low or too high. Often times, you will feel as if you are experiencing a bad hangover if not controlled. I work super hard to stay on top of my #’s but I am human & will sometimes falter. I power walk whenever possible & as much as possible, having a 3 train commute to & from work helps keep me active. Also, my new place has a gym in the lobby that is currently being set up with all of the amenities you’d find at a sportsclub! *eeeK* …However, there are days where it’s completely out of my control & I wake up with a high base just because overnight my hormones interfered with my glucose levels. It sometimes feels like a losing battle & that’s when depression kicks in, one of the well known symptoms of this disease. I have a ton to be happy for especially with finally getting a place I can call safe to live in. Yet there are days where the dark clouds take over & a book is the last thing on my mind…

I’m sharing this with you all because this has become my home away from home on some of my darkest days. I don’t like being moody with my loved ones when I’m feeling unwell & so take to distracting myself by reading all of your posts. I may not post as frequently but you will always see me hanging around your blogs, twitter, Instagram, & Goodreads. Some of the friendships I’ve made through blogging have really been a source of joy for me. Reading your comments & interacting with some of you on a more personal level has kept me company on days where I felt I made poor company for those physically around me. I have a loving husband & 2 tiny humans that I dote over even when I’m at work (yea I stalk the teacher lol), I love them to the moon & back…sometimes I do need ME time & that’s when I come to you, my second family. This blog has helped keep my anxiety low & my depression at bay on more days than I can count & for that I am thankful to be in this amazing community. Thank you to those that reach out with kind words, comments, GIFS, likes, loves, anything really lol, it means so much to me.

I’m really hoping to get out of this funk soon so that I can get back to reading ALL the books on my spreadsheet & hopefully from my own shelves lol. I mentioned to my twin Gretchen @Chicnerdreads that I was also experiencing a bit of a YA Fantasy burn-out due to my arc binge of the genre. I have no one to blame but myself for this LOL! I’m definitely done requesting for some months, I miss reading from my shelves a bit. The one great thing that has come from this reading slump is that chat I promised ya’ll in December as part of my New Years Goals! it’s coming ;)

Bahaaaa! this is totally me with my 2 tiny humans everyday, one is def more livelier than the other LOL!

Friday Reads & a Lil’ Chat… Happy Friday Readers!!! It’s been a hot minute since I posted a #Fridayreads & I thought today would be a good day to bring that back here on the blog.

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