#dvamon.

[bunnybruisera]

‘ baby, i’m gonna make this up to you. ’ // from yuna

a woman under the influence / accepting !

@tankthebeast

     hana’s a bit dazed, mouth hung open in surprise. she knows it was an accident. she knows it was ! still, she keeps staring at the holo screen, watching the save file with her name wink at her with 0% progress when it’d been 85% the night before. shit is rough out here. hana takes a deep breath, going the cartoon route of pushing her mouth closed with her fingers.

     “    don’t worry about it.    “

    it’s a brand new game and not one of the vintage ones the pair of them like to mess around with. damn ! it’s not like she won’t catch up back to the progress she had with ease, and she knows yuna must feel terrible. hana sees it in those big brown eyes of hers. she fears for a split second that yuna might even cry or something. her and that big cotton candy heart of hers. hana reaches for yuna’s hands quickly.

     “    seriously, don’t worry. i’ll catch up on no time ! i think you’re forgetting who you’re dealing with. there’s no game d.va can’t beat !    “ a firm nod of her head. she’ll finish it in no time. as for miss lee here,  “ but if you really feel that bad, you can take me out for a coffee. “ she swings their hands upwards so she can kiss yuna’s. MWAH MWAH. all is forgiven, not that there was anything to forgive.

[dmonisms]

i’m sorry i’m such a pain in the ass. - frm hana

The words sting a lot harder than a hit from an omnic. Yuna’s hands stuff into her pockets, feeling along the smooth surface of her phone inside to keep her….relatively focused on the conversation. You know that feeling of kind of wanting to throw up? Yeah.She takes a deep breath, shoes squeaking a bit as she turns briskly on her heel to face Hana. 

     “You’re not–I mean. Sometimes…But not in a bad kind of way.” Her lips purse for a moment, brows furrowed. “There’s a lot to you, just like there is to me–And we just have to figure out how to balance it, is all.”

[bunnybruisera]

would you like that? // FROM YUNA

john mulaney / accepting !

@tankthebeast

     hana takes a small breath in and let’s it stick in her throat. this feels like a kind of personal attack, but hana keeps her game face on in public. she squeezes yuna’s hand harder over the table, careful not to do something stupid like drag her sleeve through her half eaten food. it’s weird for hana not to have her pink whiskers painted on, even weirder for her brown hair to be pulled up, tucked through the back of her black hat. her eyes scan yuna’s face, quirk of her mouth betraying her thoughts.

     it’s a good thing there’s a table between them or yuna would be able to tell how hard her heart is beating. it almost gives her a headache, how furiously its beating in her ears.

    “    i have no idea what you mean !    “ hana says, swallowing again. liar ! useless lesbian. hana can deny it all she wants, but her body can’t. her stomach tightens as she leans back in her seat, letting go of yuna’s hand only to pick up her fork. she can multi task ! she can be enamored with yuna and eat at the same time. besides, this pasta is to die !

    “    you know…why don’t we talk about what you want, yuna ?    “ the smile comes through her voice before it bleeds across her face, warm and cloying. hana knows better than anyone that yuna really is tough but she’s a bit squirmy when you get her one on one.

[bunnybruisera]

“ I can’t hide it, I want you. ” FROM YUNA

red velvet / accepting ! 

@tankthebeast

     hana tries not to let her expression change too much in the face of yuna’s confession. hana messes around a lot in public, loud and confident, but in private she’s so much more toned down in situations like these that it seems she’s lost a second skin. why did yuna have to say that ? now she can’t hear anything she’s trying to think over the thud in her ears. hana sputters, covering half of her face in a hurry. 

     very smooth, hana. she coughs, lowering her hand from her face and smooths some hair behind her ear. good job, hana. the tips of your ears are red. now yuna knows that.

     “    ummm,    “ she punctures the air with how high pitched her voice is,  “    wow.    “

     hana swallows. she’s really blowing it, huh ? idiot. absolutely useless lesbian. a deep breath. be cool. she feels like she’s on fire but Be. Cool.

     “    well if that’s how you feel you should probably show me !    “ hana grins, turning the tides around. no doubt she’ll look like an idiot again soon. a well executed wink even if her knees are jello. she throws her arms around yuna with a bolt of laughter.

     “     c’mon, you.    “

[dmonisms]

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” from hana !

Yuna’s got this...Absolutely blank look to her. Almost like she’s irritated--We all know she isn’t, that’s just her face! A tilt of her head, bat of her eyes. “This hoodie?” She shakes it a little. It’s a D.mon hood! But with a retro 8-bit sort of look to the logo. Very nice. It’s one of Hana’s favorites because of the fleece on the inside. Nice and cozy, perfect for this chilly room.

“This hoodie? The one you like so much?” She’s revving up to be an absolute bully, holding it just out of Hana’s reach. Size differences really do be coming in handy. Sharing is caring! 

Suddenly, despite already wearing one herself. Yuna brings the hoodie over her head, securing it on her body. It’s snug. She won’t be able to wear it long. But the look on Hana’s face. She doesn’t know whether to be annoyed or mad. Or terrified.

“Sorry, Song. I don’t do sharing.~” Give your girlfriend the hoodie!

[dmonisms]

‘ will you come lie down with me? ’ from hana :3

The noise from her game dies down, lights on the holo screen dimming. It’s the middle of the night, neither of them could really sleep. Thankfully being on leave gave them that tiny bit of leeway. At least Hana was trying, Yuna gave that up probably four hours ago. Bean? Bean was fucking knocked out on a shelf. 

Tilting her head, Yuna looks back. Hana looked so tiny, buried up in those bright sheets, clinging to a few extra pillows she brought from her room. They share silence, and a smile. They both knew what the answer was. Yuna rises, trading the big screen for her hand held console.

Big thanks to the future, being able to do shit like that. “Well scoot over. You can do back to the D.va Cave if you’re gonna bed hog.~” She gives Hana a playful nudge, before doing most of the work for her anyways. Big, nimble D.mon. Able to navigate around her Bunny with ease. She settles down, letting Hana keep all the covers. She gets too hot anyways. Likes that night breeze. “You gonna backseat drive while I play?” She hopes so. Song commentary is the only valid form she’ll take while she plays. She feels a soft kiss press to her shoulder, before Hana rests her head there. Sturdy shoulders, for supporting ones girlfriend. 

Sleepless nights suck. Suck a little less when you’ve got good company.

[dmonisms]

‘  you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me .  ’ frm hana!!

(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

    Late night talks, those are always the best. She’s sitting with her back pressed against Hana’s bed, tightly clinging to one of her own pillows. The bags under her eyes feel heavier than luggage, jaw clenched tight enough to grind her teeth. Not being able to sleep? That’s the part that sucks. She feel’s Hana run fingers through her hair, almost bleeding the tension from her body. Heavenly fingertips that bring her peace. Enough to let her eyes flutter shut.

    The topic was as per usual. The worry if they’re doing enough--If they’ll be enough. They know what they’re doing is for a good higher than them--But is it really all that good for them. Who’s the smart-ass that said lets gather a small group of our youth and have them put their lives on the line constantly. Yeah. This is a sound idea. Yuna constantly talked about how dangerous this was--How they’ll never be the same...Will they ever be able to stop the Gwishin? What happens when they falter just once, this entire counter counts on them. So many lives, so many people on their shoulders. When she worries like this, she finds herself telling Hana how much she loves her. She always worries the next mission they run would be their last. What happens if they come back without one another?--

        you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me.

    Her breath stops, chin tilting to look at Hana out the corner of her eyes. The whiskers are gone, there’s no suit plastered in sponsors. No signature headset. It’s just Hana, who’s eyes crinkle just a bit when she speaks, the tiniest of smiles quirking her lips. And it’s still enough to brighten up the whole damn room. Her pulse quickens, and Yuna forces herself to swallow, having to remember to breathe every few seconds. Damn. She picks at her fingers, dipping her head so her hair could hide her face. “Yeah...Well,” Her eyes burn, and she blinks rapidly for a few seconds.

    “You too...With me.” She still fumbles when she’s flustered. It’s cute. “That just makes this more stressful. I’m not exactly fond of the love of my life risking herself all the time...” Neither of them really have room to talk.

[dmonisms]

❝  it’s quiet and nice and a closet.  ❞ frm hana !

grey’s anatomy season four starters

    It was almost enough to stutter her. Almost. Yuna, barely looking up from her phone offers a measly hum. Though the slow creep of blush against her ears and cheeks--that’s just enough. Hunching her back, and leaning over just enough to settle her chin atop Hana’s head, she snorts. 

    For a second, she considers something. It’s telling, by her heavy silence and stillness. One hand moves to lazily drape along her waist, still just scrolling through her phone. There’s the occasional ding of a notification--followed by the buzz of Hana’s phone. She sent you something.

“Don’t want anyone to see, all of a sudden?” Miss Lee please relax.