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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 41 full draft

Nursing his broken heart, Lance kept his tears inside. After quintants of being paraded around as “The Red Paladin”, with a gruelling roster of 3 days planet side, one day recovery, then 3 days again, he’d lived through the start of the tour. He’d shut down the things that caused him pain. He shut down the side of him that hurt with each stare or whisper. He shut down the panic that hit each time he was separated from Keith. And foolishly, he’d started secretly looking forward to his birthday after Keith booked them a table at what was supposed to be Daibazaal’s finest restaurant. Quiznak knew they deserved it. Some races were very “handsy”, as in they showed a lot of physical contact with those trusted. Dining had been an experience in itself. The third or fourth planet they’d been to had served them a huge celebrity meal, where they all sat on the floor around the low tables and feasted. With the members of their ruling government interested in getting to know each of them personally, they’d been split up around the table. Two heavy perfumed aliens spending vargas brushing against him repeatedly as he was questioned over he fell pregnant, and how mating customs differed between their races. He hated every tick of it. On another planet they’d insisted they change clothes because “they wanted their guests to be comfortable”. The sheer robes exposed too much of his breasts and belly for him to be completely with the outfit. Keith having the same concerns as he did, for entirely different reasons. He was soon in trouble for keeping his boots on. There was no way in quiznak he was taking them off, but they hadn’t separated from his husband’s side, so they’d jumped in his mental rankings for that. Keith had been especially happy that they got to keep the robes they’d been lent. Then there was the last planet they’d been on. The one he was supposed to be on. It was arid. Arid. Hot. Sandy. And plain gross when you’re 20 weeksish? pregnant and riding in the back of a “camel pulled wagon”. The beasts were massive hulking things, covered in thick fur that served to keep the heat out... and trapped every dead thing on the planet in it by the scent. The back of the wagon was largely uncovered, leaving them melting in the burning heat of twin suns. With his body unable to read the temperature properly, he’d ended up dehydrated with what felt like half the desert down his throat. They’d all ended up in various shades of dehydration. Their thirst going unquenched until they reached the oasis that was their planet’s capital. Daehra and Lucteal may have come from a desert planet, but visiting them didn’t require the long trip through the desert. No that was a nice trip with visit parking right outside. The recruits were allowed to land the pod, they’d take from the oasis back to the Atlas, by the city gates, waiting for them to arrive in relative comfort beneath the shade of the wooden walls. This “desert thing” was some honoured tradition they’d brought back to life after the Galra were defeated. Being so busy, Lance found it understandable that Keith would forget his birthday. He hadn’t broached the subject. He hadn’t reminded Keith the night before. The whole morning when they getting ready for the day, he’d said nothing as he waited for Keith to turn it a joke over forgetting. Krolia hadn’t. She was the only one to wish him a happy birthday before the party left to join up with the Atlas. Keith was concerned when he mentioned he wasn’t going with the rest of them, Lance smoothly lying that he needed the rest. It as more something he’d been trying to deny rather than a real lie. He was exhausted. Keith was constantly telling him that he didn’t need to stay for every bit of the talks, but bailing felt rude. Their hours were long, Lance barely conscious outside of the hours he had to play Paladin. It’d only take a varga or two for him to start falling asleep. He was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep mid dinner talks the night before, possibly offending their hosts as he did. “Lance, we’re ready to see you now” There went his last silent prayer that Keith would be there for the scan. He’d already asked reception if it was possible to find out the sex of the twins, wanting to surprise Keith and it was kind of his birthday wish to know. Gathering his jacket, he climbed to his feet slowly, one hand on his bump as he did. Walking over to the nurse, he forced a smile to his lips, which wavered as she tried to make conversation “Keith not able to join us today?” “Uh, no. He’s in negotiations with a Coalition planet today” “Oh, that’s right. You’ve been touring. The children have enjoyed watching your travels. You’ve always been a favourite of theirs” “They’re good kids” “They miss your visits. Just in here...” Reunited with the obstetrician from hell, his doctor was waiting as Lance was shown into the examination room and directed over to the bed. Setting his jacket at the end of the bed, Lance climbed up, laying back and exposing his stomach. He would have preferred to go to Erathus for the scan, had he known he’d be alone. The nurse starting to set the scanner up as Lance tried to get comfortable. Keith was supposed to be here for this. He was supposed to be holding his hand, and standing by his head, waiting to see their children... “Lance. How you been?” Rolling over in his chair, apparently he didn’t warrant the his doctor getting up. Manoeuvring the holopad in his hands, the man looked up at him until he realised he was actually supposed to reply “Alright. Stressed. Tired. Sick. The usual” “I’ve heard. I heard you were drugged and spent a few days in a pod. It’s reckless to act in such a way while you’re pregnant” He was attacked. He didn’t go looking for the damn fight “I also see you took it upon yourself to make some modifications to your medication” “I couldn’t keep the pills down” His doctor shot him a scathing look over his holopad, then continued “I also see you’ve developed allergies... you’re clearly still underweight. I assume you haven’t been eating properly?” “I have” He had too. He’d been making an effort, especially with all the alien food he’d been made to eat. He’d run out of ration bars, but avoiding the things he was allergic too had helped keep his stomach settled. More settled than it had been at any rate “Right. Now. Today you want to know the sex? Is Keith aware of this?” “Yes. He did want to be here, but negotiations for the Coalition are ongoing” If Lance had sounded anymore salty, the universe’s supply of tequila and limes would have been in trouble “Very well. I’ll be taking blood samples then we’ll do your scan” “Blood samples?” “For genetic testing purposes. I assume you wish to know if your children are genetically disformed?” “I thought they were fine” “They may have been but you’ve been abusing your body” Lance clamped his mouth firmly close, grinding his teeth as he did. Tears prickled in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to give this arsehole the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He just wanted to go home. He should have brought Kosmo with him, or messaged Coran. He couldn’t handle being treated like shit by someone who was supposed to be a trained professional. He didn’t even know what he’d done to warrant such a cold attitude. Blood samples were taken from him and his twins. The needle horrifically long, and Lance didn’t understand why the DNA of his twins couldn’t be processed out of his blood. They could pretty much get a whole genetic profile from a single drop of blood, so why did he have to be stabbed in the stomach twice and put his twins through the pain? When his sample was being taken, the nurse missed the vein, leaving his elbow tender and rushing to bruise. She wasn’t to blame. He’d jumped at the prick against his skin. She’s apologised profusely. It felt as if she was also scared of her bosses bad mood, which made him feel that tiny bit better to know he wasn’t alone. As his doctor went about processing the blood samples to be sent for analysis, the nurse set the scanner and projector up. Casting a quick glance to her boss, to ensure he was busy, she looked back to him and raised a finger to her lips. Pulling the image of the twins up on the screen, she zoomed in for him. They’d grown so much since he’d last seen them. Their tiny chests moving, their heads and noses so well formed his heart ached. Moving into the spot where Keith should of been, his nurse manipulated the image, whispering to him “We’re lucky, we’ve got two very nice clear shots already. Do you still want to know what you’re having?” “Yeah...” “Baby one, on the left is a little boy. You can see his genitals here...” Never in his life had he ever been interested in the genitals of a child. Yet their son... they were having a boy... “Wow” “It is something, isn’t it?. I’ve sent the photos to be printed so you can collect them from reception on the way out” Fuck. He wished he could remember her name so he could thank her properly “And baby number two... is also a boy. Congratulations. Both your babies look nice and healthy, a bit big for weeks. You can see here, they’re a healthy 29 centimetres and 27.5 centimetres long. They seem to have suffered no obvious signs of trauma from your attack” If Keith was there, he’d make some joke about being relieved because “girls were scary”. Two little boys... that hopefully looked more like his husband than him “The pod... they said there was womb damage” His nurse moved the image on the screen “I can see some light scaring on your uterine wall, hmm... I’m not completely sure. You may want to monitor that further along. Your blood pressure up. Though that may be due to the tour. If possible, maybe see if you can cut back your hours. Exercise is great. Your Earth Yoga will help keep you flexible” “Now, let’s see what we have here” Returning to his roller chair, the nurse moved to hand his doctor the holopad “Ah, yes. Two boys. You can tell by their genitalia. Weight and size are unexpectedly good. Heartbeats are strong. Right there you go. Two healthy boys... There is a slightly anomaly, I’ll need to review these scans. It’s a shame Keith couldn’t be here for this. I’ll book you in for another scan 5 movements. Your blood work, should I forward that to Daibazaal?” “Yeah... I guess?” Anomaly? The scar tissue? Couldn’t he say “scar tissue?”. The nurse had. Now he had his worry about with no answer. How could they be healthy and there be an anomaly? “Right then. You can go ahead and get organised. Take today easy. I’ll contact Daibazaal in regards to any changes in your medication” “Alright. Thank you” Collecting his jacket and straightening out his clothes, the nurse walked him out the reception. He still hadn’t remembered her name, but thanked her nonetheless. Confirming his next appointment, he took the small envelope of prints, and headed for the door. His tears forming as he walked. Keith was supposed to be here. He was supposed to be there when they learned what they were having. They’d thrown the idea of finding out around, but he’d just found out. Two tiny boys. Their sons... their twin boys... twins that Keith couldn’t even be there to see. It was his birthday and his husband had forgotten. He’d forgotten their kids... his promise to be there. He couldn’t count the number of promises Keith had been forced to break. So why did he get his hopes up each time that’d it finally be different? Why did it have to fucking hurt so badly? Keith was working. He had to work. The Coalition was filming everything they could of the tour. This wasn’t tour related, hence it’s unimportance to everyone. Their twins weren’t important... Emerging outside, Lance was momentarily blinded. Rubbing his watery eyes didn’t ask things better as all it did was reveal Keith and Shiro jogging towards him. He didn’t want to see either of them. Slowing as they reached other, Keith went to hug him, Lance pushing the envelope into chest firmly, so firmly that Keith stumbled back as he grabbed the envelope before it could fall “Babe...” “They’re boys. They’re both boys” Brushing past his husband, his jacket fell from his hold, Lance leaving it where it lay as he continued towards where he’d parked the pod Krolia had lent him for the trip out. Coming up behind him, Keith caught him by the arm, Lance tearing his arm out the hold “Don’t fucking touch me” “Babe...” “Leave me alone, Keith” “Hey... what’s going on with you?” “With me!? You broke your promise to be there! It’s my birthday, and you couldn’t care less if you tried! My one wish, and you couldn’t be bothered! If you can’t quiznakkig understand, Red!” Shrieking at his husband, he then turned to continue storming off “Lance...” Turning on Keith, Lance’s eyes narrowed as he snarled “Shut up! I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to see you! Don’t bother coming back to your quarters either. Sleep in your fucking ship for all I care!” He did care. He did but he was so fucking hurt. If Keith was going to be late, why hadn’t he or someone from his messaged him? Shiro could have messaged Coran. Anything would have been preferable to the endless and hopeless waiting... He felt so stupid waiting alone. He felt stupid because he’d said a hundred times he didn’t want something done for his birthday, but when it came down to it, it turned out he did. He wanted to be wanted... by Keith. He’d wanted his husband to be the first to wish him a happy birthday. Then for him to be annoying about it as they waited for the scan. He wanted to see Keith’s shocked happiness over the gender... be stupidly happy as they came out the appointment, then spend the rest of the day cuddled up in bed with Keith being an adorable idiot about it all. Now he wanted to go home. He wanted cuddles with Kosmo, and to escape his own stupidity. He wanted his Telula home. To lock himself away where no one would laugh at him for being the lovesick idiot he was. * Lance’s birthday wasn’t going how Keith planned. Mostly because he may have slightly thought it was the following week. He didn’t think it fell mid visit. The tour had been rough on all of them, the continued visits and attempting to follow all the local customs which he only seemed to get a hand of shortly before they’d leave the planet. Lance had been pushing himself so hard to make it through. He’d thrown up a wall between them that Keith thought would fall once Lance adjusted to their new schedule. He’d spent the morning stupidly clueless that it was his husband’s birthday that morning. His room wasn’t like their room at the outpost where Lance crossed off the Earth days that passed. He’d forgotten that his husband had organised the scan for the same day, believing his husband when he said he needed to rest... instead of... No, how could he expect Lance to bring up his own birthday when Keith hadn’t. He’d forgotten right up until Shiro was asking how Lance’s birthday was going. By then, it was too late. They’d already wormholed out to the Atlas, changed ship and made planet fall. Lance didn’t want a fuss made of his birthday as it was. He wanted a quiet day without a celebration. He wanted to go to his scan and then out for dinner in the evening... and Keith has forgotten all of it. He should have known when the recruits came to him the two quintants prior that it was coming up that week. He should have made a note in his comms. Somewhere. Anywhere. He’d fucked this up so badly. Then... then everything had been messed up further. The planet they were visiting had taken a liking to him. Drinks were brought out with the meal served while they negotiated what the planet needed in aid. Loosing track of time hasn’t been planned. They kept filling his cup and he kept drinking without thinking. His absentmindedness leading to him making errors with calculated aid amounts. His mother forced to apologise for him, explaining that Lance had a scan that Keith needed to leave to attend. Shiro offered to fly him, seeing the world had decided to spin as he was way drunker than he thought. By the time they reached the pod, he was already late. He knew Lance had issues with his obstetrician. He also knew he didn’t want the man alone with his husband. His internal angst continuing to grow over the fact he’d forgotten Lance’s birthday... which constantly smacked him in the face no matter how hard he tried to change his train of thought. Shiro's opinion was that he should apologise and talk it out. Lance wasn’t talking anything out. His husband wouldn’t even look at him properly, then glared at him so coldly Keith felt sick. This wasn’t... He knew Lance would be upset... He’d fucked up. He’d missed Lance’s scan... the scan where he found out they were having twin boys... boys... Lance was carrying their sons... and now he hated him. Burying his face in the jacket his husband had dropped, his body shook. He’d ruined the whole day for both of them. They were having boys... he’d been scared of having a girl. He didn’t know how to look after a girl... now he was having two sons. Not just... not just twins... their sons. They felt somehow even realer. Like they had all that more to lose if something was to go wrong. Wrapping his arms around him, Shiro rubbed his back “He’ll calm down” “He shouldn’t have to! I forgot today was his birthday!” “You’ve been...” “He was off last night. He was off this morning. Even the fucking recruits remembered” “You’ve been distracted. Lance made it clear that he didn’t want a fuss. When we get back to Daibazaal, you’ll sit down and you’ll talk to him” “He’d having twin boys... I missed his scan again...” “Boys...” “I missed it, Shiro. I missed the scan. On his birthday... I can’t fix this” “You’re still going out to dinner tonight...” “He told me to sleep in my ship. He doesn’t want to see me. You heard how upset he was. His obstetrician is horrible. He’s a jerk to him for no reason... He’s sent him into tears before” “Why hasn’t he transferred his medical care to Daibazaal?” “I think he can’t trust them... he’s suffering as it is. He’s still dealing with so many scents around him” “I thought he was doing better with what happened?” “That’s because he’s trying. You found it hard too... on Daibazaal. He doesn’t blame all of us for what happened, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scared. Especially after he was attacked. He’s trying... while I’m getting drunk on some planet that means nothing to me” “I noticed you were drinking fairly heavily” “I didn’t. I mean, my glass was always full... He said he’d leave if I hurt him again, and he stayed last time. What if he doesn’t stay this time?” “You’re not going to know, unless you talk to him. He’s not going to understand unless you talk to him” “I don’t have anything for him... I was going to get flowers... and... and have his ring ready... I was going to be able to tell him what happened... and... I was going to have a nice box for it. To surprise him with over dinner. I wanted to make it special for the right reasons” “We can still make it special” “No. Because he... he’ll know it was your idea” “You’re the one who told me you wanted to buy him flowers. I didn’t know you’d actually found his wedding ring. I thought it was still missing” It had been. Right up until the recruits had found it in pawn shop in the city. Listed at an exuberant price due to it being genuine, they’d contacted Kolivan who’d come down to personally retrieve the hair clip. The chain was still coated in Lance’s dry blood, confirming the item against Keith’s matching hair clip “Krystaal and Nerlo returned it. Well, they called Kolivan who had it examined then returned to the them so they could return it to me. The recruits were birthday shopping for him. Nerlo is like his biggest fan, so wanted to gift him something from all of them” Keith had been confused as quiznak when Krystaal has come up to him. He’d been so wrapped in Lance that he’d neglected his recruits and friends. Fiddling with something near his nape, Krystaal had taken the necklace off and Keith had nearly cried with happiness and shock. Keeping it from Lance had hurt. First he needed to clean it, he wasn’t returning it covered in his husband’s blood, thankfully Lance only wanted to sleep on their day off. He knew how excited he’d be to be reunited with it. Keith had been going to take his own off, but Lance preferred he kept wearing it, so he had. “And Lance didn’t want a party or any fuss” “There’s forgetting your husband’s birthday, and then there’s not making a fuss” “Well, we still have time to pick up the flowers, and get you a box for the necklace” “It’s going to be too little too late. He won’t...” “He’ll understand when you explain to him. So you’re having boys? That’s pretty... wow” “Quiznak” Tearing out of Shiro’s hold, the envelope was slightly soggy and crumpled from where it’d been smooshed against his face “It’s fine. We can flatten them back out” “I shouldn’t have to flatten them back out!” “Keith. You need to calm down. You can’t change the past, but you can make things better for him today” “I don’t think it’s going to work” “You won’t know if you don’t try. Let’s hit up Earth then I’ll drop you back on Daibazaal” Nodding was all he could. What kind of miserable arsehole forgot his husband’s birthday? * Alone in his misery, Lance had resisted the temptation to return to the outpost. Marco would make a fuss of his birthday. He didn’t want to see anyone. He just wanted to cry. So he was. Curled around his fur son, he cried until he’d cried himself to sleep, waking to the sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door with no idea of the time. Growling, Kosmo didn’t want to let him up, licking at the trails of tears on his cheeks “‘m ‘k, boy. If it was your father, he would have let himself in” Kosmo followed him off the bed, Lance’s left hand resting on his head as they shuffled over to the bedroom door. He knew he looked a mess, having changed into his pyjamas before climbing into bed with Kosmo. Hitting the hand reader, the door revealed Hunk on the other side, a small present in his hands “Happy birthd... Lance, what’s wrong?” Lance shook his head, wiping under his eyes as he sniffled “Hey, man. You didn’t have to come see m-me” His voice cracked. Hunk hated him... maybe not as much as he had... but they’d barely talked while on tour “It’s your birthday. Keith told us you didn’t want a big party. I made you a box of cupcakes. The same recipe as the ones at the baby shower” Choking on a sob, Lance took the box as Hunk offered them over “They were so good... but why are you doing this for me? I thought you were disgusted with me” “I’m not disgusted with you, bro” “I announced I was pregnant... and you left...” “Didn’t Krolia or Keith explain? I couldn’t serve you raw fish” Dabbing at his runny nose with the heel of his palm, Lance sniffled harder “I thought you were using it for a cover. I thought you hated me because I’m a freak” Choking out his words, Hunk pressed the tips of his fingers together “Um... maybe we should sit and talk? You don’t look too good” Kosmo growled at Hunk as Lance stepped back to let him in. The day couldn’t possibly get worse “Come in. Keith’s not coming back today” “He’s not?” “No. No. It’s ok. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting company” Their room wasn’t messy. No more than normal. Their normal at least. Keith had stopped picking up his clothes as he stripped off at the end of the day. They’d ended up piled up in the corner of the room to be washed, only to they lived there. Kosmo was loving dragging random bits of clothing into his bed when he wasn’t allowed to sleep on theirs. Sitting on the end of the bed, Kosmo clambered back up behind him, curling up and dropping his head in Lance’s lap with a disgruntled huff. Ruffling the fur between Kosmo’s ears, he huffed again. It was a hard life being so loved and spoilt “You wanted to talk?” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you thought I was disgusted. It was a lot man... and I started realising how far apart we’d really drifted. I’m still confused... but I want to understand. You were my best bud, but I didn’t know what you were going through” Now Hunk was getting teary... “You weren’t supposed to” “Why? I thought we were friends” “We were. We were until life happened...” “Why didn’t you call?” “I did. I called and I messaged until I realised no one was responding, then I gave up. I stopped trying. I only answered the team calls because I didn’t want anyone knowing my business” “You could have told us” “Told you what? We all have jobs. What was I supposed to say? That I’m sick? That I have a permanent brain injury that causes seizures. I don’t want anyone’s pity. I don’t want you all treating me differently. I’m sick of it” “That you could get pregnant. Did you know?” “It was a surprise for both of us” “You... you don’t think it’s too soon? You and Keith say your married. You’re suddenly married and you’re having a baby. Is it safe? You’re not going to die because Keith...” Lance felt his top lip curling with offence “It’s not suddenly. I’m over 20 weeks. Keith and I have been married for over a year now... carrying his children might kill me, but I don’t care. I can’t get rid of them. I won’t get rid of them” Hunk held his hands up “That’s not what I meant. I wanted to know how you felt about everything, bro. You always wanted the big wedding, then you eloped. You’re both working such dangerous jobs. Barely seeing each other for phoebs... You ran away, then he ran away, then you were kidnapped and he was kidnapped, then you spent phoebs missing, only it wasn’t phoebs to you, then when you came back you both were in hospital for movements, and it’s a lot, man” Lance didn’t need a run down of what happened last year, no matter how fast Hunk rushed through the details. He’d been there. He’d been there and nearly gotten Keith killed over it. Leaning back, he rubbed his swollen stomach as his back complained over the position “This is nothing compared to what I’ve been through. I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I used to be. I cut out my own sector of space. I built my outpost from an abandoned outpost, and turned into a safe haven. I took a seedy club and turned that into the safest place on Erathus. The pregnancy was a surprise. The fact that we were married, was too. But so what if we’re married? It’s what we wanted” “I miss my friend, Lance. My best buddy. I miss game nights and training. You were always there, and now you’re so far away” Lance wanted to point out the truth of the matter, that they’d never have what they used to. They weren’t teens sharing a room. They weren’t Paladins trapped with no one else around. He didn’t want to be thrown away again when Hunk got busy. He didn’t want any more conversations where his friends asked Keith how he was doing, despite the fact he was standing right there “I can’t be that person again. I don’t know how. I know you’re scared. You’re scared that if we hang out I’m going to have seizure. If we hang out, there might be some pregnancy complication or I might have a panic attack, that you don’t know how to handle. Until you can figure out how you feel about that, we can’t fix this. I can’t handle fussing. I don’t want fussing. I don’t want you to be constantly on edge around me, or giving me special considerations because I’m damaged. Plenty of people get pregnant. Altean men can get pregnant. No one knows what’s going to happen, even with a “normal” pregnancy” “How am I supposed to not worry?” “Trust. Faith. Whatever you want to call it. Keith deals with this every day” “Isn’t that why you’ve been fighting?” “We’ve been fighting because he’s a colossal douche. Because he gets scared and forgets his words. He forgot my birthday. That’s why he won’t be back today. I don’t want to see him” “I’m sure he didn’t forget...” “He did. He did and he broke his promise. Thank you for the cupcakes, but I think I need rest. It’s tiring growing two humans” The sting of Keith forgetting hurt too much. Hunk was pissing him off. He was acting too concerned and he couldn’t take it. Both he and Hunk couldn’t take it. Lance couldn’t take being fawned over. Being treated as if he was weak. Hunk couldn’t stop treating him with kid-gloves, despite him asking him not to “Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure man. You’re welcome. I’ll let you get some rest. They don’t need to be refrigerated... Um... Happy birthday, man... I’ll see you tomorrow” “Yeah. I’ll see you then” The cupcakes were a welcomed treat, Lance waiting until Hunk was gone then opened the box to reveal four perfect cupcakes. Sharing with Kosmo, he’d taken a bite out the first one when he gagged. There was nothing wrong with the cupcake. No. His mind went to what his doctor said about him not eating. About him being underweight. He didn’t know how that was still possible. He ate for the sake of peace. The enjoyment he felt from eating had been stripped away. Some people found it erotic or arousing, but the idea of eating right now was rolling his stomach with disgust. He probably looked like a fat pig guzzling from a trough as he bit into the delicious sweet. Trying to chew, he found he couldn’t swallow. The word “disgusting”, deciding it has to be the fixation of his brain. He was disgusting. He ate wrong and did the wrong thing by his children. Returning the cupcake to the box, he then rushed to the bathroom where he spat out the bite in his mouth. Washing the evidence away, he brushed his teeth until his gums bled. Not that it was hard to make his gums bleed these days. Maybe this was the anomaly? His fat ugly stomach didn’t want him eating anymore because he was already gross... His doctor hadn’t called him disgusting, yet he obviously was. The man hated him. He hated him so much while Lance didn’t know what he’d done. Maybe he’d believed the rumours about him? Maybe he thought the killed Klearo’s child intentionally? That once he was done using him, he didn’t need the baby to secure his position? He shuddered to think of bringing the child into the world. People were quick to point out that the child was innocent in all of this, but he couldn’t separate that maternal love from the constant reminder of being raped. And what about the child? If they were to ever learn their heritage, they’d never be able to make peace with it. They’d always know the sins of their parent. They’d always know they’d be a reminder of that fear and terror. He wasn’t strong enough to love through all of that. Not himself. Not his attacker. Not his innocent child. It hadn’t mattered then anyway. He’d lost it before he’d understood. Was it his selfishness that his doctor hated? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to see him ever again... He didn’t want to see anyone ever again. He wanted the world to stop until he was ready for time to restart, when his head wasn’t filled with so much misery. * The lights were off when Keith entered his quarters. Earth had taken slightly longer than he’d planned because every little thing reminded him that Lance wasn’t there with him. He was sure he must have attracted the attention of more than one person as he and Shiro wandered around the shopping centre. He couldn’t stop crying every time he saw something he thought Lance would like. Shiro had stopped him from blowing every GAC in his bank account on a mountain of presents. One heartfelt present meant more than a hundred bought to ease his guilt. Flicking the lights on, his husband was curled up around Kosmo in the middle of their bed. His distress clogging Keith’s nose as he grew closer to the sleeping pair. His steps hesitant, as he grew teary again, nearly panicked over the thought of how to tell Lance how sorry he was. Sitting on his side of the bed, Lance woke with a start as his weight shifted the blankets. Rolling over, his eyes first widened then narrowed, before filling with tears “I don’t want to see you” “I know. I want to explain something first, then I’ll leave you alone” Turning his back on him, Lance wiggled closer to Kosmo. Dropping his gaze to the dozen red roses in his hands, he took a deep breath before summoning up his courage “You’re right. I did forget your birthday was today. I’m not going to use the tour as an excuse, I thought it was next week. I had it all planned. I knew how much today would secretly mean to you. I was going to wake up with you. Be the first to wish you a happy birthday. I was going to have flowers delivered to our room while we were taking a bath. Then we were going to go to your scan. I know you didn’t want a fuss made, so we were going to spend a few hours on Altea in the grass fields above the city, just us. When we came home, I was going to dress up in a suit, because you love that. Then I was going to take you out to dinner and give you your surprise. We... we found your wedding ring. It... I cleaned it up and I was going to have this really nice box... and I was going to slide it across to you at dinner. I wasn’t going to miss your scan... the tick I remembered, I wanted to come back... I made so many mistakes in the meeting today that I kept making it longer because I know I fucked up. I thought about playing the whole day cool, but I couldn’t do that on your birthday. You mean too fucking much to me... it was supposed to be perfect” Lance kept him hanging through several very pregnant moments of soul crippling silence. Keith feeling as if he’d been punched in the solar plexus as he struggled to breathe under the heavy silence “You didn’t even message me. You didn’t message me when you remembered... or after you figured you were going to be late. I was alone... I... I wanted to have you there... I asked and confirmed that we could find the sexes out because you were supposed to be there. It-it was the one thing I wanted for today... He told me there’s some anomaly. He treated me like shit... and you weren’t there... he said they’re healthy... but how can they be... when something’s wrong. He didn’t think they’d be healthy because I’m a bad parent... I’m too thin and I don’t care... and I work too much and I haven’t been working that much at all... and I’m not even good enough for him not to question why I was there alone” Keith was instantly infuriated. He wanted the man’s head on silver platter and an apology of mammoth proportions “Babe...” “Just leave me alone me alone. I can’t take hurting any more today” Placing the flowers on the bedside table, Keith forcibly pulled Lance off of Kosmo, grabbing him by the chin to force him to look at him. His husband looked wrecked. He looked sickly with his red rimmed eyes and washed out complexion, both of which came from his prolonged crying “You are not a bad parent. He doesn’t see how much work you’ve put into all of this. He doesn’t know how hard it’s been for you. He’s not the one going through this. You are. You’ve been working your arse off to take care of yourself and our twins. He is full of shit and shouldn’t be a practicing doctor. Not when he doesn’t treat you with the respect you fucking deserve. I fucked up so badly today I know it. I know it and I know I can’t ever make it up to you. You are doing everything right. You’re eating more. You’ve put on weight. I know you have because I see your body every single day. And it makes me happy to see how much healthier you look. You take your medication and you’ve... you’ve tried so quiznakking hard. I don’t know what this anomaly was, but right now, we can go to the medical wing and get some real fucking answers because not telling you is fucked up and cruel. I will be complaining to Coran about this. You are a great father to our boys. A better father than I have been. Even when you spend vargas at a time throwing up, you don’t break down and cry, you keep moving forward. You are strong, and they’re going to be strong like you” “It’s not good enough” “It is. It is you know it. You love our boys. You forced down those horrible ration bars when it was the only thing you could eat. You talked to mum to understand your pregnancy better. You stayed in the infirmary when mum insisted you have those allergy tests. You... why can’t you see it?” “Because I’m not a doctor. Apparently none of this matters because I’m still not doing anything right” “You don’t know that. Please, babe. Please, let me take you to see a doctor here. Someone who can tell us what’s happening properly. They said you were fine when they dismissed you. If something has happened in the last three movements, we need to know. I won’t risk your health or your mental health over some Altean arsehole” Lance started sobbing, Kosmo growling at Keith as he moved to curl back up against his favourite human “I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want to be alive. I’m so sick... of being forgotten and thrown away” “Babe, that’s the depression...” “He probably thinks everything in the news was true. That I killed Klearo and his baby when I didn’t have a use for them anymore” “Then he can die in a ditch. He’s seen your medical history. He knows you were raped. He has absolutely no right treating you like this. You did nothing wrong. You did not deserve what happened to you. What happened does not change the fact I love you” “I don’t know what to do... I... I...” “I know. I know today has been horrible for you. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I wasn’t such a horrible husband. This tour... it’s not as important to me as you. I should have realised something major was happening when you said you needed rest. I should have put two and two together” “I don’t know if I can... I can’t...” “Shhh... you’re going to throw up at this rate. I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you. Let’s go see the doctor...” “I don’t want to see them here... please... I don’t want it getting out... I don’t want to be treated differently” “I’m not taking you back to Altea. Not to him” “Then take me to Erathus. Set me free.. I can’t... I’m still scared” Scared of what? It felt like Lance was back at square one. That first time when he’d brought him home after finding out the truth... and set him free of what? Of him? Of them? Or out of his hold? Keith wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Alright. Alright. You don’t need to explain. Whatever you need” They could have gone to the outpost. Daehra would have been able to give them all the answers they needed in a heartbeat. She was constantly improving her medical knowledge, especially after everything Coran had set her up with. Yet, that wasn’t what his husband wanted. Lance was lethargic, Keith dressing him comfortably with very little struggle. He didn’t particularly care if Lance was wandering around in his pyjamas, but the Galactic Media were arseholes, always nosing into their personal life when they didn’t need to be. Falling silent, Lance kept his mouth shut the whole walk to Keith’s ship and out to Erathus. Keith on the other hand had to call his mother to inform her that they needed an emergency wormhole out to Erathus, then he needed to call through to Erathus to let them know he was coming, his mother patching him through as he didn’t know the hospitals comm address. Erathus wasn’t filled with fond memories for him, Lance still silent as he hid in the jacket Keith had provided, hands on his stomach and bottom lip bleeding from where he’d chewed it bloody. Taking a hover-taxi to the hospital, Lance knew where he was going better than Keith did. There was a certain relief to knowing that his husband was still able to process their surrounds, even if he was silent. Following Lance through the halls, he faltered as he reached a sterile white room, labelled with a thin silver sign telling them they were in the right place. Taking Lance’s hand, he led him over to the reception desk, his husband breaking his silence to whimper as Keith explained the situation of what had happened earlier on Altea. The receptionist was wonderful with Lance, getting him both a drink of water and some tissues, before directing them to sit in the office staff room so he could have some privacy as they waited. Their status had got them an appointment amazingly fast, keith assuring them that a small wait was perfectly fine. Waiting was better than not having an appointment and leaving Lance in limbo over what this “anomaly” could be. He hadn’t exactly explained things to his mother, only that something had come up and they’d needed to leave as soon as possible for the hospital. He’d lied to her. He’d lied when he said that was ok. He wasn’t ok in the slightest. His scent was still rotten and offensive. Harsh to those who didn’t know what it meant, and even harsher on he who did. Sitting cuddled into him, Keith kept nuzzling into his husband’s hair as they waited, one arm holding him close as his other hand rested on Lance’s belly. The word “anomaly” continued to give him no peace. Their twins had to be ok. Their twins had to be ok, and his husband had to be ok. There was no room for negotiations and he wouldn’t accept anything less than the three of them being healthy and safe. Called through by a female doctor, she was careful and gentle as she directed Lance to lay on the examination table. It occurred to him that once she’d received the request, she’d likely requested his previous records, adjusting her conduct to suit his needs. All this was assumption. It may have been a racial thing too, her yellow skin was something new to him, her hair short almost most like fur, but her eyes were gentle. He took an instant liking to her, despite his stupid instincts. Fussing over his husband, Lance clung to him, head turned towards him rather than focusing on the doctor. With his husband falling mute, Keith explained that an anomaly had been detected earlier that day and that they were both searching for a second opinion on what it was. There was something even more magical in knowing their twins were boys. He could see two mini-Lance’s in his minds eye. Those big blue eyes, with that soft caramel skin. Part of him was twinged with the wonder of if Lance was excited as him over them being boys. He knew how to be male... but maybe his husband had wanted a girl...? Krolia would have loved a granddaughter... Profession and kind, the obstetrician took her measurements with minor fuss, before enlarging a black spot on the screen “I’ve found your anomaly. Here, there’s a small amount of scar tissue close to the placenta. Now, there does seem to be signs of a slight separation, that black dot indicates bleeding. I’m unsure why they wouldn’t simply inform you. Have you been told the risks associated with a placental abruption?” Keith nodded. Of course he fucking knew them. Lance had ended up in that stupid pod because of it. Lance wasn’t up to talking, but Keith wasn’t sure that the question wasn’t directed at him “I know them” “And the signs and symptoms to watch out for?” “Premature birth, risk of birth defects, risk during labour, risk of haemorrhage... bleeding. If he’s bleeding he need to be checked” The woman smiled at him “Good. It’s refreshing to hear that you know the signs and symptoms. You’re a good partner to your husband. Your boys seem to be nice and healthy, a solid 21 weeks by your Earth time provided I’m doing the calculations correctly. You’ll also need to pay attention to what he’d feeling. Pain and foetal distress are also symptoms that you might not notice or see. Especially tenderness in the groin area. Sometimes there may not even be bleeding. I know you’re currently located on Daibazaal, but if you’d prefer, you can transfer his obstetric care to Erathus. Now, he is slightly beneath weight, has his morning sickness been severe?” “We found out he’d developed allergies. He’s been doing better now that he’s avoiding what he’s allergic too” “That’s perfect. Every pregnancy is different. Some mother feel awful over being able to keep food down, though they try. More than once I’ve seen a mother devastated after being hospitalised. Now, I don’t have your history from your obstetrician, has he given you anything to take?” “He takes a few things. For nausea, seizures, depression and folic acid...” “That’s a good start. His blood pressure is high, though from how upset he is, I can understand. I also understand you’re currently on tour. I would recommend he spend as much time resting as he can. I also want you to make an appointment in three movements time” “I need to talk to Lance about this. His obstetrician on Altea has been less than... the nurses have been great, but...” Tugging his hand, Keith leaned down. His husband’s voice was rough, his throat sore from crying “I like her better...” “So do I. Are you sure?” “She’s not an arsehole” Keith snorted, Lance was right. The woman had been nothing but kind and professional towards them “He likes you” The woman laughed softly “That’s an excellent start. I’ll go ahead and organise things on my end. As you said, I’m not arsehole, I’m assuming you don’t have a great relationship with your current obstetrician. That’s a shame. This should be an exciting and magical time for both of you. Now, I’ll make you an appointment with me, and if you have any concerns at all, you can call through. I’ll give you the direct line through to my reception. If you do want to explore your options, we have another 4 obstetricians on campus, or I can refer you to a private clinic” Lance shook his head. That was a firm no to someone else “I think his mind’s made up. Thank you for being honest with us” “I find being honest saves a lot of confusion and pain. Now, I need a couple of signatures authorising me to have your files transferred. Payment, etc. I’ll familiarise myself with your files, then I’ll be able to offer you a better plan the next time you come for your appointment. We’re going to get you through this, and you’re both going to be fathers to two beautiful boys” “Thank you” Lance’s voice was soft, their doctor’s ears twitching at the sound. Keith suspecting she had heightened hearing... not that that meant anything in particular “You’re very welcome. Take your time sitting up, don’t rush it if you’re feeling dizzy. Take it slow today. Relax and let your husband take care of you” * For no other reason than that he felt like it, Keith carried Lance back to their quarters from his ship. His husband was still mad at him, but knowing what was happening was a thousand times better than not. Sitting Lance of the edge of their bed, his husband promptly got up and shuffled off to the bathroom while Keith stripped off his jacket and boots, then went about dealing with his comms. He had a new message from his mother, who’d left hanging for the past couple of vargas. Opening the message, she was simply checking in and asking how Lance was doing. Pausing, he wasn’t sure what to say, before deciding that the truth was the best. Explaining that there’d been an anomaly on Lance’s Altea scans, and that he’d taken his husband to Erathus, he hoped his mother wouldn’t be too offended. The flight, all though brief, had given him a moment of clarity where he’d realised that Lance was still coming to terms with Galra touching him. Keith could pass, because he looked human. To his scared husband, having someone the size of Sendak touching his pregnant stomach was terrifying, despite the fact they meant him not harm. Lance only ever went along with their examinations because he knew that they were necessary and didn’t want to cause a scene. He working through his trauma, yet there was obviously going to be some hiccups along the way. This was one of them. This was why he didn’t want to transfer his care here. His love was alright with Krolia touching him because of who she was. Because he’d built up that relationship with her. Lance didn’t know the hospital staff. They flicked that “fight or flight” impulse to “flight” each time he was forced to endure their touches against his bare skin. Returning from the bathroom, Lance moved to sit back next to him. Scrubbing his face tiredly, he let himself slump against him “I’m...” “Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry” He knew Lance would apologise. He always apologised “I am” “You don’t need to be. I get it. I get it more than I did before. I’m just sorry today had to go so badly for me to get it” “I hate my birthday” “I know. I don’t though. I could never hate the day you were born” “I feel stupid. I feel... like I haven’t accomplished much of anything. That everything I’ve ever started has always failed. I hate my birthday because it’s just another reminder of how stupid I am” “Babe. You’re not stupid” “I am. I’m so fucking stupid. I never get it right” “That’s not true” “It is. It is true! I deserved for you to forget. I don’t deserve to be happy” “That’s not true at all. I’m so sorry I forgot” “It’s fine... I’m not that important” “That’s a load of quiznak. The recruits found your stolen wedding ring because they wanted to get you gift. Mum’s been asking about you. Shiro wanted to have party, but he wanted to respect your wishes...” “I haven’t heard from anyone... no one cares. Wait... Hunk came around and I was awful to him. Why was I born Keith? Why can’t I be good and normal?!” Hunk’s visit was news to him. He hadn’t suspected that at all “You are good. You’re a good person. You aren’t normal, but I’m not normal either. If anyone here is stupid, it’s me. You’re the love of my life and I forgot. I’ve been thinking about this for movements and the day it mattered, I forgot” “You had work. It’s more important” “No. You’re more important. I spent the day making mistakes because you weren’t there. You’re my strength. My rock. My stability. You always have my back... and I fucking failed you” “The tour’s more important” “Nothing is more important. Nothing will ever be more important to me, than you. Today’s scan... I was excited for it... I know your obstetrician was an arse, so I wanted to be there. I wanted to make sure you were getting the best possible care through all of this” “The... the nurse noticed the scarring. I think she noticed the bleed too... but he called it an anomaly. We’ve come this far... I don’t want to lose them now” Keith felt sick to his stomach thinking about the implications of the small bleed. Obviously the pod had healed what it could... but they were supposed to be a magical cure all. Not... not cure most of it... “You liked today’s doctor, didn’t you?” “She was nice... didn’t make me feel so stupid... and she didn’t make a fuss because I’m a nut job” “You’re not a nut job... She’s right. This should be a magical time for both of us. For you. For our boys... I fell in love with them all over again” Lance shuddered, his emotions causing his voice to crack. Keith nearly crushing him as he gathered him closer “I wanted you to be there so badly. I wanted to find out with you. It hurt so much” “I know. I know and I love you... Dios, babe...” Lance sniffled “Your Spanish is terrible” “I want to work on it. I want to learn more about you. I want to understand your family better. I want to understand you better” “Me? What about you? You lost so much” When Keith had lost his father, he felt like he’d lost everything. Shiro has tried his hardest and he’d be eternally grateful to his brother until the day he died... but Lance... Lance was the love of his life. Their stupid rivalry had grown to so much more, more than he’d ever thought it could be “And I gained so much more when I met you” Keith’s comms chimed from a new message. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything or anyone else that day. It most likely his mother anyway “You’re not going to answer?” “It’s probably mum” “Then you should check it” “Lance, everything in my life that I need to be prioritising is right here” Lance shook his head “No. It could be some kind of emergency...” “Babe. It can wait” “Keith, please. I can’t not have you check. I can’t handle that right now” “Alright. Let me just...” Lance was squashed against his chest so he could see his comms screen over his husband’s shoulder. The message was from his mother, and somewhat cryptic “Come to this room, and bring both Lance and his wedding ring”. They didn’t need this right now. Even if there’d been some kind of break through with the attack, Lance wasn’t up for people “What is it?” “Mum wants to see us both. If you’re not up for it, that’s fine. We don’t have to go. I can message her” “No. No. Whatever it is, she wouldn’t message us if it wasn’t important” “Babe, you’ve met my mother. You know she’s got a varied idea on what’s important” “We should still see her. It could be about the tour... or maybe the press has gone and made more stuff up about us” He didn’t want to bring up the ring. Lance hadn’t asked for it back... “Will you be ok? She told you to rest” Lance sniffled loudly, leaning back to wipe his eyes “It’s not like I’m running a marathon. It’s Mumma K” “You’ll tell me right. Any of those symptoms? If you’re hurting? I don’t want you to risk yourself because you feel like you can’t talk to me” “I’m tired... I’m hurt and I’m scared... please stop apologising. I can’t take it anymore” “I could apologise for the rest of my life I’ll still be sorry” “I can’t take that. I can’t... I don’t want to think about it. We’ll go see mum and see what she wants then go from there” Krolia had added the location, so clicking on the enclosed coordinates had brought up an easy follow map. Keith knew he really should know his way around the palace, but with everything being hues of grey and purple, everything looked the same. Waiting by the door, his mother had Kosmo by her side. Keith hadn’t noticed that he’d disappeared, yet he yipped happily at the sight of them “Mum, what’s going on” “I’m sorry for calling you out, there’s something special that needs to be discussed. Head on in” That wasn’t any help, nor did it explain anything. Opening the door, the room was lit by small lanterns, a single dressed table in the room, with a chair either side. In the middle of the table was a vase of purple flowers, silver cutlery shining against the black table cloth and white plates. Dressed in his chef whites, Hunk had a cloth bent over one arm, and bottle of something in his hand. Shay stood next to him, a smile on her face. Beside him, Lance had taken half a step back, leaving Keith to pose the question “What’s going on?” Hunk couldn’t help himself as he rocked back on his heel, confidence wavering for a fraction of a tick “After talking with Lance earlier, I thought he might not feel like dining in a fancy restaurant. It seemed like such a shame that you’d miss taking him to dinner, given it’s all you’ve been talking about for last movement” Lance gasped softly “You have? I didn’t... when?” When indeed? “After every dinner we’ve eaten off world. I don’t think he realised he was. You were so upset earlier... I’m sorry, I asked Krolia if this would be possible. She told me that you and Keith had gone off world. We thought about setting this up in your quarters, but we didn’t want you to feel ambushed. Now, I’m Hunk and I’ll be your chef, and waiter, tonight. If you’d like to please take a seat, I will pour you both a glass of this fine non-alcoholic sparkling wine” It fell into place. Why his mother wanted him to bring Lance’s ring, and why they’d been directed to a room he didn’t know. Turning to his husband, Keith didn’t want Lance to feel pressured. There was no way he could take him to their reservation. Lance’s anxieties would stress over everything. Not that that mattered. If Lance had still wanted to go to dinner, Keith would dropped everything to take him “Babe... Do you maybe want to have dinner with me?” “How can I say no? You... why?” The question was for Hunk, not him “Because you’re still my friend. I want you to still be my friend. Our friend. Now, sit. Tonight let us make you happy” “I’m not dressed for dinner” “Babe, you’re beautiful. It might not be that fancy restaurant, but we both know Hunk’s cooking is probably better than it anyway. So, do you maybe want to have dinner with me?” “I don’t know how much I can eat” Any food was better than no food. That was his take away from today’s appointment. That and a whole lot to be scared of... with a dash of hopefulness “That’s fine. Absolutely no pressure. Just two idiot accidental husband’s eating dinner” “I think... I think maybe I want to” Keith had very nearly ruined Lance’s birthday but thanks to their friends, and his nosy mother, he could at least create one good memory for him today. Tomorrow their tour would continue, he’d have to apologise to the planet they’d been visiting. If they couldn’t forgive him for being more worried about his pregnant than their alliance, then he wasn’t sure he wanted to be an alliance with them.

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solohqrry · 5 years ago

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get to know me uncomfortably well

@eatmyshiftsticky tagged me, this was a long one mama i ain’t gonna lie but ily

What is your middle name?

selene (pronounced like seh-leh-neh).

How old are you?

When is your birthday?

January 31st

What is your zodiac sign?

aquarius sun :-)

What is your favourite colour?

yellow!!!! and pink

What’s your lucky number?

i don’t think i have one to be honest

Do you have any pets?

i have two cats, sesame and sage, and two dogs, thor and ginger

Where are you from?

texas yeehaw

How tall are you?

5′7″ (i’m the shortest in m family but apparently i’m tall to other people)

What shoe size are you?

US 7 1/2 or 8

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

i wanna say like 20 pairs, but i haven’t worn like half of them in ages

What was your last dream about?

i have wild, inexplicable dreams i couldn’t even begin to explain what i dream about but last night i vaguely remember there was something about the holocaust involved which is pretty dark, who dreams about that

What talents do you have?

absolutely none, i am talentless my only talent is being a whore, and i’m not even good at that sometimes

Are you psychic in any way?

i definitely feel like i am, it’s a little mexican thing where we think we have this gut feeling that lets us know when something bad is about to happen, 8 times out of 10 the gut feeling is right

Favourite song?

ugh so many some of my all time favorites are robbers by the 1975, yes i’m changing by tame impala, sign of the times by harry styles, don’t cry by guns n roses, and kashmir by led zepplin

Favourite movie?

Napoleon Dynamite or Moana

Who would be your ideal partner?

god, i really wouldn’t tell you without sounding like a shallow bitvh. i just want a guy that looks like he hasn’t slept in 6 years, is tall, skinny, has long hair, makes me laugh and loves to kiss and cuddle, maybe a dreamy boy that will write poems about my loving stare and soft kisses who will take me on roadtrips that go anywhere, or maybe a jerk that’s rude and rides a motorcycle and never smiles unless he’s around me, i don’t know though

Do you want children?

god no

Do you want a church wedding?

no, i want an outdoor wedding during the fall time, in a nice forest with family and friends

Are you religious?

i was raised catholic and go to church but i don’t know if i believe in everything i have been taught.

Have you ever been to the hospital?

yes i want to say like twice in the past four years

Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

yes :/

Have you ever met any celebrities?

no :(

Baths or showers?

showers

What color socks are you wearing?

pink

Have you ever been famous?

i wish

Would you like to be a big celebrity?

only for the money and to have a bigger platform

What type of music do you like?

indie, rock, punk, rap, spanish music pretty much anything except country, i loathe country music no one can change my mind

Have you ever been skinny dipping?

nope

How many pillows do you sleep with?

four, two under my head, one under my legs, and one to hold onto at night (i’m v lonely)

What position do you usually sleep in?

on my side with one leg hike up and the other stretched out one arm under my pillow under my head the other holding another pillow, or in fetal position

How big is your house?

one story, 3 bedroom 2 bath house, i have a huge front and back yard, i love my house

What do you typically have for breakfast?

a granola bar

Have you ever fired a gun?

never

Have you ever tried archery?

in middle school, i was pretty shit at it

Favourite clean word?

i say heck a lot

Favorite swear word?

bitch!

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

2 and a half days

Do you have any scars?

i have a lot i was a clumsy kid that got into places i shouldn’t have. my most gnarly scars are on my elbows, knees, and one on my hip where a shard of glass stabbed me.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

i think maybe as a joke

Are you a good liar?

i am a great liar, i think i could be an actress because i lie so well

Are you a good judge of character?

i am a bit naive if im being honest, it clouds my judgement

Can you do any other accents other than your own?

my british accent is top notch, i can do a super exaggerated cockney accent, and a somewhat good australian accent (don’t quote me on that @eatmyshiftsticky)

Do you have a strong accent?

i don’t think i do, i grew up in a predominantly mexican city so compared to most people here i don’t have an accent but when people from out of town meet me (white people) they say i have an accent, i hear it sometimes in some words but idk

What is your favourite accent?

i love a french, australian, and spanish accents

What is your personality type?

neutral chaotic edgy thot, typical aquarius, peace and love, treat people with kindness type bitch

What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

my platform doc martens which cost me a whopping $180, i am very frugal with everything basically so this was a big spend to me

Can you curl your tongue?

if you mean can i make a taco with my tongue, yes!

Are you an innie or an outie?

innie.

Left or right-handed?

right-handed

Are you scared of spiders?

yes i absolutely hate spiders, if i see a spider i am either swatting that thing or running away

Favourite food?

mexican food specifically nachos and enchiladas, and chinese food

Favourite foreign food?

i like italian food

Are you a clean or messy person?

i’m a tidy person, like i’m messy but not to an extreme my room looks clean at first glance but then you notice little things that make it look messy

Most used phrase?

“on god?” or “no mames” or “mamadas”

Most used word?

i don’t know, i think i say sis and dude a lot.

How long does it take for you to get ready?

ugh makeup and hair and outfit is like a good hour and half, i need time or else i get crabby the rest of the day.

Do you have much of an ego?

not at all

Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck??? if you bite into your lollipop without sucking it you’re a psychopath

Do you talk to yourself?

all the time, literally i talk more to myself than i do to my family, i’m thinking i should just start a youtube channel so i could talk to myself but with a purpose

Do you sing to yourself?

very badly but yes.

Are you a good singer?

not at all, and i was in choir for two years where did my talent go i wish i knew.

Biggest Fear?

losing my parents

Are you a gossip?

not really unless it’s like good gossip in spanish it’s called chisme and if someone is a gossip they’re a chismosa, sometimes i’m a chismosa i like drama.

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Gone Girl

Do you like long or short hair?

on boys long hair is my absolute weakness, on myself i prefer my long hair

Can you name all 50 states of America?

i think i can name a solid 30

Favourite school subject?

english or history

Extrovert or Introvert?

i’m very introverted

Have you ever been scuba diving?

no way being in the open ocean terrifies me

What makes you nervous?

driving, talking to people, ordering my food at a restaurant, school, big crowds, literally everything because i have a generalized anxiety disorder.

Are you scared of the dark?

mmm when it’s outside yes, but not inside my house or room or whatever

Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

idk if it’s my business or affects me than yes

Are you ticklish?

YES the sides of my tummy are my tickle spot and i HATE when people tickle me there

Have you ever started a rumour?

no i would never

Have you ever been in a position of authority?

no, too much pressure is not good for me

Have you ever drank underage?

i was given tequila as a toddler by my grandpa so yes i have had my fair share of alcohol in my 18 years

Have you ever done drugs?

i have had edibles, i have smoked weed, and i have taken molly (please don’t do that it’s only fun while you’re on it).

Who was your first real crush?

i was in love with this boy named alejandro from like 7th grade to 10th i kissed him once, he was a complete ass and broke my heart.

How many piercings do you have?

my ears, my septum and two secret ones.

Can you roll your R’s?

of course i can.

How fast can you type?

on my phone i type pretty fast on a computer i am very slow

How fast can you run?

not fast at all, i can’t run for shit i have baby lungs

What colour is your hair?

dark brown

What color is your eyes?

dark drown

What are you allergic to?

cats :( and grass :( and pollen :(

Do you keep a journal?

no, my therapist always says i should start one but i just get bored or forget about it.

What do your parents do?

my mom is an elementary teacher and my dad is disabled.

Do you like your age?

i’d say 18 is a pretty solid age

What makes you angry?

the world, america mostly.

Do you like your own name?

mmm yeah, i forget i have a name because no one really says it, is that weird?

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

i know i said i didn’t want kids but i know if i do have them i am going to name them after planets.

Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

a girl

What are you strengths?

i’m free-spirited and intellectual and loving

What are your weaknesses?

i can be mean, i can take out my anger on people who don’t deserve it, i want comfort but push people away

How did you get your name?

my mom named me after the movie with audrey hepburn

Were your ancestors royalty?

no lol

Do you have any scars?

battle scars dude

Colour of your bedspread?

a nice cream color

Colour of your room?

pastel yellow!

i tag @malibubarbievince @kountessbathory @guns-n-crue and whoever wants to do this, this was fun because y’all get to know more about me so thanks for the tag addy baby!!

#i love tag games #get to know me #about me

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cactusjacked · 5 years ago

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FFVIII fic, “Liberation”

Pre-game. Slightly AU. Lots of odd snippets of headcanon about the Forest Owls/Rinoa’s life in Galbadia/the animal liberationist movement in Dollet.

Summary: Rinoa wants to be useful. She also wants a dog.

She had never before experienced the sensation of wanting to be useful.

In her old world there had useful people everywhere. There had been valets and maids for doing her hair and maids for making her bed. There had been chauffeurs who never smiled, gardeners with dirt under their fingernails, cooks who made perfect toast.

She tried to recall to her mind all the moments she had thanked the help, all the moments she made sure to refer to them by their first names or ask them how their day was going. She must have, she thought, must have.

She had never wanted to be useful for him or for any other Caraway, or for the teachers at her school or even for the people who had somehow ended up as something like her friends but not really. It had been easy then to think of herself as everything her aunt or her ex-stepmother or in his darker moments her father had said she was: selfish, ungrateful, hateful, even.

No, wait, there had been sitting by her mother by the piano, she had wanted to be useful then. But her mother was only humouring her by letting her turn the pages. She still couldn’t read music, but maybe she could learn, now, here. She didn’t suppose it’d be easy to get a piano through the door of the train carriage, though.

And money, she chastised herself, pianos cost money, and you – we – have none here.

She had already burned their shirts and saucepans. Hours of needlework lessons at school learning how to embroider flowers (lessons where she had was forever surly, argumentative) left her unequipped for shirt buttons and sock darning. Watts quietly and gently took over the job of polishing shoes, a task Rinoa had failed to appreciate the intricate labour of – just like she had with boiling lentils or making beds – until now.

Revolutionaries did not need the skills acquired from years of immersive training in the delicate art of Galbadian girlhood. They did not want or need to know the right way to accept or decline a dinner invitation. They did not have to memorise the words to Vinzer Deling’s favourite folk songs just in case he showed up to a social gathering and demanded the young ladies crowd around the piano to amuse him. Nor did they have to know about Admiral Thibault’s womanising problem that no-one talked about but also very much did (though she knew it thrilled them all here to know the tawdry, hypocritical lives their beloved leaders led).

No-one is here to make you a housewife, Zone told her, just pull your weight.

Some days she felt brave enough to participate in their study groups. She spent evenings familiarising herself with the illicit canon of essays, pamphlets, books, revolutionary songs. She learnt terms like eco-imperialism, resource imperialism (everything everything imperialism), ecocide, permaculture, food forestry, the military industrial complex, the carceral state.

She was still afraid to go outside before dark. In the evenings they went gleaning for food disposed of by the restaurants she and her father had once patronised. She learnt to love the texture of stale bread and the soft, fermented flesh of over-ripe apples. She was no good at stealing, but learnt she was good at smiling and distracting the Galbadian business-owners the Owls deemed grew too fat from selling wine and cheese to tourists from Deling City.

A girl from another faction donated her old boots to Rinoa - in her rush from the house the only shoes she had bought were her party ones, white satin with a heel not made for running. She would slide on her new-old boots and stamp hard on the soft ground of the railyard, laughing giddily at the idea of her father and her aunt and her ex-stepmother and her ballet teacher and her friends watching her climbing deftly over old shipping containers and scraping her knees.

The first time she is useful – or she at least thinks of herself, finally, as useful -- is because she stubbornly insists upon it. She is bored. She is still waited upon. She is still Rinoa Caraway.

A group of animal liberationists from Dollet had been in contact with information about a new initiative in a military camp about ten miles east of the city. There was recent confirmation of a new experiment. The group had been involved before in the liberation of Geezards, who were being - unsuccessfully - trained to detonate remote explosives. This new weapon, however, was more cuddly.

“Dogs.” Zone told her. “Attack dogs, specifically.”

Her ex-stepmother had been allergic. Her father disinterested and non-committal about the idea of pets. She felt ten years old again when Zone told her, coveting the simple, uncomplicated companionship she felt would – must – exist between her and a dog. She had even collected editions of Pet Pals and shoved them under her father’s nose at the dinner table.

“Look.” She had said, pointing to a page. “They’ve trained rescue dogs in the Trabian mountains to administer Phoenix Downs to people with hypothermia.”

Had he thought, then, she wondered, had the idea begun to germinate in his mind? She felt unwell, the same kind of unwell she had first felt when Zone had told her about the Town Square Massacre during the end of the Second Sorceress War (had her father known that they would shoot into the crowd? Had he? Had he?) or the methods of torture used at D-District.

“I’m going to come.” She announced. A panicked Zone recited the familiar list of reasons over why she absolutely should not come.

“If they find you--” He started.

“They won’t.” She said. “Please, Zone.”

He looked at her as if they were children again, with her barraging in on his and Watts’ play the way she always did, demanding they find a place for her. They always had.

“They want someone to record inside the facility.” He said. “You just hang back, okay? Stay outta shot. Follow our lead.” He paused for a second, bit his lip. “I meant what I said before, you know. There’s no condition to you being here. You don’t have to help us in our mission.”

“What if I want to?” She asked.

“You’re fifteen years old.” He said, only eighteen himself. “Just a few months ago you had no idea any of this existed.”

She wanted to tell him that that was a lie. She wanted to think that her acts of rebellion – both large and small, both petty and serious -- against her father, her family, her school, even Vinzer had been for something beyond herself. Back then Zone and Watts were just childhood memories, servants’ boys who she had followed and pestered and then lost the same time it had felt like she had lost everything: her mother, the Timber house, her father.

“And how old were you when you decided this is what you were meant to do? How old were you when you realised how wrong this all was?” She knew the answer. She knew it was the day Vinzer Deling had killed his father. There was no other answer he could give. Rinoa clutched the top of her arm and looked outside the train window, uncomfortable. “You know what I saw, what I went through, as his daughter. It was nothing compared to what people go through here, I know, but…”

She heard him sigh. She watched Joly and Jehan outside smoking and playing dice under the washing line. Behind them stood the solid boundary of Argoat Forest. It would be autumn soon and she would have been here for three months, waiting for something or someone or somewhere to show her what to do with the rest of her life. Maybe all she needed was a dog.

Rinoa accepts a cigarette from one of the Dollet Animal Liberationists even though she had promised herself she would quit because Rinoa Heartilly didn’t smoke. Rinoa Caraway’s last cigarette had been by patio doors of the Timber house as party music poured out into the night air. She had been wearing those satin shoes and the blue dress her aunt always insisted she wore around company. This Rinoa, though, wore sensible shoes designed for scaling chain-link fences and clothes that made her into shadow.

They sketch out the outline of the base into the earth with a stick. Rinoa does her best to memorise the exit points and guard towers. There is an air of nervous anticipation she can feel between them all as they huddle together in the twilight. An owl hoots in the distance, and Rinoa chooses to take it as a good omen.

“Rinoa, it’s okay if you want to wait in the van with Watts.” Zone whispers. She frowns and shakes her head and he grips her shoulder.

She imagines the fence as one of the trees she and Zone used to climb in the grounds of the Timber house. She looks across and sees he is still beside her. They used to have races to climb to the top of the big oak. He wins now just as he did then, but here he is once more with a hand out for her.

They keep low to the ground, dodging spotlights and sleepy, inattentive soldiers. The forest crowds around the camp, the sound of the wind through the leaves softens the noise of their footsteps on the gravel. Her back begins to hurt. Her comrades open control panels, begin fiddling with wires and keypads, muttering curses under their breath.

She used to come with him on tours of these places, sometimes. Officials would hurry her father around and talk in squeaky, anxious voices. She used to try and pretend she was somewhere else. Her father didn’t trust her home alone - she had managed her way out of too many bolted windows and locked doors.

The largest members of the Forest Owls and the D.A.L – Bahorel and a Dollet man she knows only by his muddy yellow hair – swarm the lone soldier out for his cigarette break. He is slipped discreetly into a small closet and his keycard stolen, hands bound and mouth gagged.

When they make their way through the back door of the kennel she is hit overwhelmingly by the scent of dog. She stands, dazed for a moment at the ugly bright fluorescent light, before remembering to switch on the camera. Everyone slips on their masks. They are old pantomime props from long ago showing faces of forest animals: bears, fawns, weasels, and, of course, owls. There is a faint smell of urine as the puppies begin to wake, whining and pacing in their cages.

Zone and the D.A.L. leader stand shoulder to shoulder. Rinoa raises the camera. She knows Zone’s speech already, he had her sit and listen and critique him on his posture, his over-reliance on metaphor, the use of his hands.

“We can see here the plain, naked brutality of the Galbadian Empire.” He began. “Not only do they corrupt and brutalise the minds and bodies of the soldiers under their command, but they extend their treatment to these innocent victims.” Someone hands him a puppy, who sits placidly in his arms. “Who gave these animals the choice to participate in their cruel regimes of violence against Timber, or against all who would seek to oppose their imperialistic dogma? This is only the first step in Timber’s liberation. Soon we liberate all of those who make their home on our soil!”

His delivery is stifled in places, over-practiced. He is not really built for this, she knows. In another place and time Zone would have been a ticket inspector or a clerk in a timber yard, work where his awkwardness and anxious temperament would have proved no serious hindrance to him. But this is not that time. This is not that place.

After the D.A.L leader’s speech – one that stresses the importance of direct action, of interspecies compassion -- she clicks off the camera. Zone thrusts the puppy into her arms.

“What are you doing?” She asks. The small body wriggles against her chest.

“It pissed on me! During my speech!” He replies, ripping off his mask. His face is flustered and he has been sweating. “Hyne this is a disgusting mission.”

Rinoa bobs the puppy up and down in her arms. All around them littermates are being slipped into carriers covered with dark blankets. One of the D.A.L. goes to take the bundle from Rinoa’s arms, but she will not let them take it. No, not this one, she says. I’ll carry it.

#ff8 #ffviii #rinoa heartilly #my fic

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42wallaby-way-sydney · 5 years ago

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The OCs: Jamie Jackson

Full Name: Jaidee Jamie Jackson

Nicknames: Jamie (to everyone except for her parents). Lek (by her parents). Cara/Tesoro (from Michael). Printsessa/Lyubimaya (from Vasya).

Emojis: 🥋📝⚖🌶🍷

Birthday: June 15th

Place of Birth: Hells Kitchen, New York

Sexuality: Bisexual polyamorous.

Misc:

- Her parents, Malee and James, met while he was on a business trip to Chiang Mai, Thailand. He ended up extending his time there and the two fell in love. Malee came with him back to New York and a year later they were married. Less than a year later they had Jamie.

James’s mother is Norwegian, so growing up he spoke English and Norwegian when at home. He’s gifted with learning languages and his job is as a translater. Jamie speaks little Norwegian as she only spoke it when she would be visiting her grandparents.

Malee and James thought they were going to have a boy so when Jamie was born they had already picked out a name for her and fallen in love with the name. So they just kept it since Jaidee is a unisex name.

- She was very small in her father’s hands when she was born and her mom gifted her with the nickname Lek, meaning ‘small’.

Her name, Jaidee, means ‘kindhearted’.

- Her favorite colour is rose gold.

- Her lucky number is five.

- She sleeps cuddling a stuffed panda. Toto sleeps beside her knees.

- Jamie has very bad anger issues as a child so her parents enroll her into taekwando with Taka. The two begin doing kendo together as well when they’re fourteen.

- She’s Buddhist and her favourite holiday is Loy Krathong.

She’s a very good cook thanks to her mother teaching her and she cooks for every holiday. Her specialty is her eggrolls.

- Her favourite movie is Yes or No.

- As a child she loves playing dress up in her mother’s chut Thai and jewelry. When the family goes to Chiang Mai, Jamie always becomes very ecstatic to wear her own sarongs.

- James and Malee are very doting parents and adore their only child with all of their being. Malee never received a full formal education as she had to be pulled from school in elementary school to help cook for her family so she wants Jamie to do better than her. Malee never wants Jamie to have to do as much work as she’s had to do.

Malee cannot read or write in English and often has trouble in Thai. She’s taught Jamie how to speak the language, but she can’t teach her anything else.

- As a child she didn’t understand why some of the kids would laugh at the food she would bring for lunch or why they would make fun of her mother’s accent when Malee would come to pick her up. She grows to love her heritage as she becomes a teenager and hates that she wasted so much time being embarrassed about a part of herself.

She and Marie have this in common.

- When she’s six, Malee tells her that she’s enrolling her into music lessons. Malee let Jamie pick the instrument and fully expected for her daughter to pick the piano and was pleasantly surprised when Jamie picked the flute.

- Her favorite fairytales are A Tale of Two Rice Birds and East of the Sun, West of the Moon.

- Her favourite types of tea are a tie between Thai boba tea and jasmine tea with honey. She doesn’t like coffee in the morning but rather drinks tea. The only time she drinks coffee is when she goes to a coffee shop and orders herself a latte.

- Jamie, Peyton, Alexei, and Taka are all neighbors and so growing up together, the four of them were very close friends. Jamie and Peyton always had a rivalry of sorts growing up and it just never went away much to the amusement of Taka and Alexei.

- Jamie is a big daddy’s girl and very close to her dad. If her mom says she can’t do something, she asks her dad. James half of the time gives her the okay. The other half of the time he says to ask her mom.

- Despite being close to her parents she’s still terrified of coming out to them, especially when shse realizes she’s polyamorous.

- Taka and Jamie date for a very short period when in highschool and it nearly destroys the friendship between them, Peyton, and Alexei.

Alexei had a huge crush on Taka for the longest time but never told anyone except for Peyton so he becomes very bitter towards Jamie while she and Taka are dating and it causes a lot of tension between the friends. Jamie and Taka decide that they’re better as friends and they would rather stay friends than have their frienships with Alexei and Peyton destroyed.

- She’s twenty when she meets Michael and the two begin seeing each other then dating. She finds out about his mafia work very early on but is honestly kind of an idiot and decides she doesn’t care about it. He only deals with weapons and drug distribution, is her excuse. It’s a poor one. She is aware but a fool in love.

- As one of Michael’s cover stories for running the mafia is a restaurant, Jamie and Peyton get jobs as hostesses at his fine dining Italian restaurant. Sometimes they both help serve just for some extra pocket money.

- Her favorite foods consist of her dad’s homemade buttercake, her mom’s Pad Thai, Michael’s fra diavolo, and Vasya’s potato and cheese pierogis.

- Though she often picks mild fun at Vasya’s very casual clothing taste, Jamie loves to steal borrow Vasya’s sweaters and cardigans. They’re warm and fluffy and smell like Vasya’s perfume.

- She learns a few steps for a few traditional Thai dances but she feels like she looks ridiculous when she dances.

Malee self taught herself some dances when she was growing up in Thailand by watching the dancers during festivals. She dances sometimes when she hears Jamie practicing music on the flute.

- Jamie has a shih tzu named Toto. He is like her child.

- She’s fond of poetry and has been known to take a poetry book with her to a coffee shop and sip on a latte.

- She was on her highschool’s debate team. It’s no surprise that she would further her education by becoming a lawyer.

This would be how she re-meets Vasya. Jamie is interning at Nelson & Murdock & co. and one day Vasya comes over with Maddie so the two girls can talk to their dads. Jamie nearly drops the coffees she brought for everyone when she sees Vasya and just quietly, “Oh my god...” When Vasya sees her she later yells at Matt, “Why didn’t you tell me there’s a pretty girl here?!” Matt doesn’t tell either that the other girl likes each other, just lets them fumble around cluelessly.

- The first date between Michael, Jamie, and Vasya takes place at Michael’s penthouse where he cooks for them. The first date outside of their homes is at Fogwell’s where Vasya takes them. She and Michael both are surprised when Jamie is very capable of fighting back. Matt is not the only Murdock to have gotten laid in that gym...

- Jamie hates bugs, doesn’t matter what kind it is, she does not like them.

- Her favorite type of fast food is Popeyes.

- She loves frozen yogurt, her favorite flavour being cake batter. She enjoys putting granola on her yogurt, frozen or not.

- Generally, Jamie is very reserved and quiet. Often times when she’s talking, she doesn’t realize just how softly she’s speaking and is told to speak up. This always makes her flush and grow very annoyed and snappish.

- Her favourite flowers are lotuses.

- She loves mango. The fruit, mango candy, mango flavoured icecream, mango smoothies. If it’s mango, she loves it. Needless to say, when she makes herself sticky rice, it’s topped with mango.

- She’s very ‘girly’ and likes make up. Her eyeliner is always on point and winged beautifully. Shopping is a favourite past time of hers.

- She’s allergic to most boxed hair dyes but not bubble dye. Peyton helps her dye her hair anytime Jamie gets in the mood to do so.

- The one time she was taken hostage to be used as bait against Michael and Vasya, Michael snorted, “Your funeral.” Once he hung up he took a deep breath and, “We really need to go get Jamie back.” Vasya just nodded. “Quickly is preferable.” Jamie did not take kindly to being kidnapped.

- When Vasya leaves to go to school in Moscow, Jamie cries the hardest.

- She hates Michael’s father and elder brother, Angelo. Mostly because of how they treated Michael growing up but also because Angelo kidnapped Peyton, thinking she was Jamie, and Peyton is her best frenemy. She finds Raphael to be amusing though.

- She and Jack get along fairly well. She thinks he’s even more amusing than Raphael and is very smart. He thinks she needs to loosen up and have more fun.

- When they get Vasya back, Jamie loves and adores Smolya the most. He is her little baby. It’s very common for Michael and Vasya to find her passed out on the couch with Smolya sleeping on her, tiny fist clenching a lock of her hair. Rebuilding the relationship between the three of them takes much work, love, and patience.

- When she finds out that she’s pregnant she’s extremely anxious. The baby is named Aranya, nicknamed Ari, and takes after all three of her parents. A few years after Ari is born, Vasya is pregnant with Alessia.

Aranya and Alessia are super close but get on each other’s nerves.

- Jamie adopts a Siamese kitten and names it Pringles.

6 songs that she probably has on her phone/fit her well:

I’m a Ruler by Tommee Profitt ft. Ruby Amanfu

Cliché by Candy Mafia

Second Hand Love by Bedroom Audio

What I Need by Hayley Kiyoko ft. Kehlani

Princess by Fletcher

Youth by Troye Sivan

#my writing #the ocs #jamie jackson #the ocs bio #the ocs aesthetic #domestic au #my edit #the ocs playlist #aesthetic #music

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theday · 7 years ago

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tagged by @ikyh and @younghyuuns ill be doing both sets !! :D thank you both for tagging me!! this got long so yall dont hav 2 read <3

ru?? rushee’s set!! me: wow ru does not sound like rushee at all ? djsjdhhjd im dumb but i realize now

i. do u believe in astrology? whats ur sign and do u line up with the features usually attributed to it?

fucc... i guess i do ;-0...... and yeah i think?????? like they say capricorns are cold bitches and funny nd im like ya thats me... but they also say we’re hard workers and im like uh.. dont know abt that karen !

ii. what’s ur favorite pair of socks?

bbbbbbb..... socks huh...... i guess my ankle ones? there are also socks that have actual designs on them and those r usually thicker.. keep my feets safe! most of them have pkmn designs bc.. yeah... love the poke mans

iii. what’s a food that reminds you of a specific moment/memory?

i could think of anythiing and get reminded of one situation if that makes sense.. but i thought of pineapple..pizza... anyway the memory isnt anythngn special its just me staring at my delicious hawaiian pizza..... at my favourite pizza place.... love that shit

iv. what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping?

i dont have the actual hours but the latest ive stayed up.. like willingly would be until 2am

v. how has ur taste in music changed throughout ur life?

went from 1d to 5so/s + other bands to utaite.... they cover vocaloid songs ig i never kno how2 explain what utaites r then 2 kpop.. but i still listen 2 bands + kpop and utaites.... so nothing much has changed ive just gone broader.. wider... expanded my tastes...

vi. who’s ur fashion icon?

oh definitely kim wonpil

vii. what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done without realizing?

i breathe dumbass particles.. i cant think of one bc my brain probably blocked off all access to my horrifying past but ive been thinking abt how i used 2 send the boy i used 2 like 1d songs....................... 12 y/o old me rly thought. he’d listen.... 12 y/o me thought spamming him was a good idea glad ive learnt from that!

viii. what’s something you want to brag about?

my grades but it didnt get me into psychology so nvm ! its still good though i didnt expect to get an A1 (hghest grade) for combined humanities since ive had a B my whole life without it i wouldnt be able to move on education wise lmao so thank god for that thanks cambridge thanks bell curve sunbaenim

ix. when you imagine urself being happy in the future, where exactly are you (like the location!)?

oh definitely an apartment somewhere where its always windy and the curtains are always Moving and the sun just Shines in the room but its not that hot either its just full of warmth and yeah thats the dream maybe also walks in the park without having 2 worry abt sweating my pits out u kno! tldr anywhere but here

x. what’s something you’ve always wanted to own?

let me Think.... i dont need a lot/?? but id love hm.............. i want stability but realistically i want all the hh pcs from the code albums.

xi. how’ve you been lately?

good good! i finished my *** fic and its. im proud of it though i know its not that good nd i can do better but its done ! and hm i could be going to see mx but asking my mum is stressing me out speaking of her she wont stop Coughing and she refuses to see the doctor ;-/ love those sleepless nights ! other than that i just want 2 get out and feel the sun ???/ wanna get out of this house yea but i need to be.. shady with my money i cant get a job because school is starting in a month and im going overseas again sometime next month so ! no ones gonna hire someone who can only work for 2 weeks at most dhzjhhs shouldve worked when i had the time dumbasses only

ok now falen

1. what’s been on your mind??

hm redacted feeling towards my mum but i cant say them bc itd be insensitive

2. what are you looking forward to?

mx? possibly but also finishing my enrolment papers

3. story time!: how and when did you get into day6!!!!!

fuck...... listen up LADS.

ive told the same story like 10 times but im never gonna get tired of saying this shit bc i love miss boxy so much nd she deserves the appreciation anywy she introduced me 2 day6 after i saw this one (1) picture of brian in minion glasses and instantly i knew in that Fucking moment thatd id die for him. so i asked for the name of my murderer and was introduced to day6 whom frankly id never heard of b4 bdjhjh she sent me all their mvs and i still remember the night . i remember walking out of this japanese restaurant, twitter open, chat wiht boxy there and i was like.. interesting ill go listen when im home so i Did! and my mind was blown away bitch? i honest 2 god expected them to be a boy group,,, dancing and shit yknow? i didnt know k bands existed ! so as a previous 5/sos stan i was like wow. this??? this shit is 10/10 a fucking BANGER thats what i felt listening 2 i smile and just going :O over the fucking instruments so idk if how can i say was the last or second song but Damn. .. it made me scream thanks mister j** he rly dragged me by the collar of my shirt and threw me face first into Heaven so i watched everything i asked my friend for video recommendations and after boxy sent me a page with their face and names i was like this jae kid is 182 cm? wow gotta stan now im stupid and stupid for glasses and tall people so ! it happened bithc,, ugh i lov eday6 so much i remember binge watchng all their vlives after the july after party live (that being the first vlive i watched Ever in my entire life and i laghed so hard despite not understanding a damn thing) please id giv my heart and soul2 day6 im so happy with the way ive progressed as a myday :^(

bonus when i first started stanning it was 26th june and shortly after i made a stan acc teasers were being dropped but i didnt kno why ppl were freaking out i remmeber seeing jae’s teaser nd going ? ok? its just a pic damn ;-/ and then eveeryone was like: dowoon! choker! me: wdhs? what

4. ????do you have any allergies????

did u think of jae and no i used to be allergic 2 dairy products but thats disappeared

5. a fond memory???

bowling with friends and im just a disaster of a friend im always so loud with them and i thank god everyday that they handle my energy ? i would cheer for them even if they got a gutter or whatever and when they got a strike id go clap like crazy i love my friends i also went i have the power of god and anime on my side before flinging the ball and theyd laugh despite not knowing what vine that was from i love my friends... psg if ur out there yall are the best x i miss hanigng out with them as a trio.. three of us :(

6. do you paint your nails?? if so, what are your fave colors to use?? if not, why??

thats so.. tiresome.......... dont u have 2 wait for it 2 dry and shit ? my mums always worried abt ruining the colour or some sht nd im like !!! okY!!!!!!! tldr its a pain in the ass

7. what are your favorite colors?? what are your fave colors to wear??

i like hte colour of the sky... all the colours........ yeah love that bithc and lately ive been wearing a lot of black shirts finally went out of my embarrassing colourful phase !

8. what languages would you like to learn?? for what reason(s)??

japanese nd korean jp because i listen to a lot of things in japanese and korean for the same reason but my priority would be jp even tho id love to communicate with my faves i just... yeah although im not exactly making an effort 2 learn bc im lazy but if i Could.... itd be those two

9. when you get stickers, do you use them or do you keep them??

DHDGFHDHDGDSJHJSJAKSSJHFHS THIS FEELS LIKE A CALL OUT???? i keep them.........

10. are there any groups that you might get into/want to get into?

hm... well theres knk ive learnt their names and im finally able to put name 2 face so thats nice svt too if htey didnt have such large numbers... thats all for now i think?? i love evry girl group though i love gIRLS...

11. how are you???

idk im constantly just fine?? not the im sad but im fine kind of fine im literally just neutral half the time wjhddshs wild

both of your questions were really unique and i loved answering them thank you so much for tagging me and if youve read until the end thank you i hope you have a good day!

#tag games #moon texts #its with the s righthd hsjdhd

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dong-hyucks · 7 years ago

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Dating Lay Would Include…

A/N: okay !! so as you guys may know, there is a high chance of me opening applications for a new admin so keep on the lookout for that sometime soon [it also depends on the response i get, like if no one talks to me about it i’ll probably think no one is interested in being an admin so--]

Masterlists

okay so wow

it’s only been 14 days since the baekhyun one guys be proud i didn’t take 14 years

lmao jk MOVING ON

so you’re just a regular person

you live your life normally, working as a [profession/job]

to be honest, your work life takes up so much of your time, you don’t get to enjoy the luxury of plain old relaxation

it wasn’t always like that, but after your hard work got you noticed by your employer, he promoted you which meant more money, so who were you to complain

however, it also meant more hours

what is free time? you have no idea

but !! thanks to your countless overtimes and hours worked, you managed to grow a hefty amount of time off

which you took the moment your birthday neared

after that, you met up with your friends

friends: wow, look at that-- [Y/N]’s not working for once wowow what?? a?? rare?? occasion??

anywhoodle, your friend had become an intern at the one and only, SM Entertainment

and that week happened to be a ‘holiday’ of sorts, in which different ranks (of employees) were allowed to bring a friend or family member on a specific day

it was friday, the day for interns and other lower ranked positions

ps this is not a real holday lmao

so, she brought you

unfortunately,,, you got lost literally half an hour after you arrived

at that point, you were just wandering aimlessly down hallways

luckily for you, you were given a guest pass so you didn’t get reprimanded by security

as you passed a room, you could hear a familiar song being blasted from within

you naturally got curious and whoop-di-whoop you walked in without knocking

good job, very polite

you were shocked at what you saw

a man, presumably in his twenties, was dancing in the dimly lit room

he apparently didn’t see or hear you, too focused on his movements and on the music

you were just :o the entire time

his body moved fluidly, as if the bones and all the joints in his body didn’t feel pain as he bent this way and that

as you watched in just utter amazement, you didn’t notice the male sneaking up behind you

you too were focused on the dancer and the music

suddenly, someone -- the male -- firmly took hold of your shoulders

you let out a noise, perhaps a squeak, maybe not

your little noise alerted the wonderful dancer of your presence

the man, the one who had surprised you, chuckled

“wow, yixing, looks like you’ve got a fan here.”

yixing laughed a little, but he looked like he had no idea what was going on

same

anywAy you were reunited with your friend via security and nothing else really happened for the rest of the day

your life went as usual, until your birthday <<

your friends took you out to a restaurant and bOoM guess who you see

that’s right, the dAnCer from before

he was w a group of friends, but your own must’ve noticed you kept glancing over at their table because they started laughing

your intern friend was like wOaH [Y/N] yOu LiKe tHem??

they almost forced you to go over to their table bUt wow the boys did it for you

basically the same guy who had you by the shoulders walked up to your table, dragging yixing with him

“hi, hey, hello, i’m baekhyun-- i saw you last week, yes -- my friend would like your number”

cue awkward silence

your friends were practically convulsing in their seats while you were just ???

you made eye contact with yixing for a split second before he looked away in embarrassment -- from his friend or from the eye contact, you weren’t sure

“sure”

even baekhyun looked shocked, no one was expecting you to actually agree

that was the start of yours and yixing’s friendship tho, so it’s all good

at first, you only sent texts together like once a week but after you mentioned one of his favourite songs he instantly became the person you talked to most lol

rip your friends

anyway he didn’t catch feelings until like five months later

and when he realized he liked you he may or may not have accidentally confessed to you

oops he accidentally called you instead of kyungsoo and practically spilled about his crush

“... yixing”

“oh shit”

yes but anyway you were the one who asked him out

it was a pretty straight forward convo over the phone but both of you were left smiling at your phones once you hung up

woo we’ve reached the main part of this post

okay so

i feel like yixing would be such a sweet boyf

like, he’d randomly buy you gifts and be really nonchalant about it all, he’d compliment you at least twice a day, he tells you he loves you often, etc.

if you say something about his gifts, i.e “yixing pls are you trying to buy me over--”

“what do you mean? i just love you so much, you deserve the world and more.”

yeah he’ll say cheesy stuff like that sometimes

other times he just says and does the randomest things

like some days he’ll be really quiet for a while and then the moment you look over in his direction he’ll pull a strange face or just start dancing

you’re either ??? half the time or you’re joining in on the randomness

eventually he just gets you to join in honestly

overall a v fun relationship

anywho!! the first ily happened pretty early on

yixing was quite straight forward bc honestly he fell for you and your wonderful personality so quickly

so he had no shame in saying it

that by no means mean he forced you to say it back, he’d be willing to wait as long as he had to for you to say it

but!! when you did say it he was ecstatic

he was over the moon

he’d get this smile on his face, one different from the one you see in pictures and fancams

and he’d get really cuddly

a bit more than usual

from then on you guys say it like everyday

whenever he’s texting you and he has to go, he ends his texts w ‘ily xx’

and when he’s in town he always kisses your cheek good bye and says ‘i love you’ whenever he’s leaving or you are

moving on

your first kiss happened about a month after you two started dating

you were having one of those casual dates; pyjamas, food, movies in the living room, etc.

truthfully, you had picked a very boring movie but the two of you were too comfortable under your blankets to change it

so you just talked to each other the entire movie with it quietly playing in the background

he had his arm around you and you had your legs thrown over his lap

you talked about random things

from your job, to his career, to the puppy you saw earlier in the day

and while you were talking about something, you had this small smile on your face due to your enthusiasm for what you were talking about

yixing was staring at you with literally heart eyes bc ‘wow, i’ve been truly blessed to be in a relationship with an angel’

after a moment or two, you noticed how he was just looking at you fondly

you got flustered for a moment before relaxing under his gaze

it got really quiet, neither of you speaking

completely tuning out the movie, yixing leaned forward and just kissed you

it wasn’t a long kiss by any means, a second long at the most

but w o w his warmth was just transferred to you in a single second

he wouldn’t even say anything about it, instead he would press another kiss against your temple before bringing you closer to his chest

“i love you”

soft

okay so you two talk about pets quite a bit

sOrRy iF yoU’Re ALLeRgIC? you can have a golfish bubs

you would both love to have a pet but both of your jobs are quite demanding and you wouldn’t be able to take care of said pet very well

but you still talk about it a lot anyway

you live vicariously through the other member’s and your friends whom own pets

that was a short topic

moving on again

your first fight yikes

you two don’t fight fight that often

like, you have mini squabbles every now and then

over what movie you wanted to watch, whose playlist you’d play in the car, etc.

but the first actual fight you had was over nothing, really

you were both stressed from work and at that point you both just wanted to sleep for eternity

the two of you ended up having a little argument about something small

one thing led to another, you were leaving the vicinity and slamming the door without a single word

yixing didn’t follow, too tired to function as he normally would

it was only half an hour later when he realized that you had rushed out in anger

he got super worried because ‘what if you didn’t get home safely?’

he began to get super guilty

quickly rushing out of the dorms, with the boys asking why he was in such a hurry, he looked for you

he only realized after he stepped outside that it was raining

then he was literally in panic mode because you could hurt yourself somehow aNd get sick

so he basically stole one of the member’s cars and started to look for you

eventually, he found you standing underneath the shelter of a corner store

he easily recognized you from down the street, even though your head was bowed

as he parked the car, he noticed how you were shivering

he walked up to you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing up and down your arms

you jumped, but you relaxed after seeing who was in front of you

“yixing? what--”

“‘what’ doesn’t matter right now, you’re freezing. c’mon we’ll head back to your place where you can take a nice, hot bath.”

you just followed, staring at his back as you both walked

the drive to your house was in silence, even the radio was turned down

when the two of you arrived, he waited patiently for you to open the door, not uttering a word

after that, he told you to make yourself a hot chocolate [or tea, or coffee-- whatever you prefer] while he drew a bath

you just complied

by the time he came back into the kitchen, you were sitting at your kitchen table sipping on a cup of cocoa

he sat across from you; “the bath’s ready,” he said, even though it was quite obvious

you just left to bathe in silence

when you came back, yixing had fallen asleep at your kitchen table

you started feeling worse because ‘wow, i’ve taken so much time away from his day already and now he’s probably uncomfortable--’

you moved to shake him, so that he could sleep on your bed or something more comfortable, but he awoke before you could

he merely looked up at you, his head still in his arms

“i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too.”

he shifted, stretching his arms

he smiled gently over at you, making you melt a bit inside

“what were we even fighting about?”

“if we can’t even remember, it was probably something dumb.”

standing up, yixing took your hand and brought you to your room

he slowly lied down, bringing you with him

his arm fell over your body, tugging you closer to his chest as he always did whenever you hugged

he pressed another soft kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally your lips

it was like his way of apologizing again

you could tell he was falling asleep because he started to blink longer

“yixing, we’re still in our outside clothes and we haven’t brushed--”

“shh, i’ll still love you in the morning even when you have stinky morning breath.”

“yiXING--”

you just laughed into his chest before relaxing

you could hear his beating heart, how it began to slow as he fell asleep

as you closed your eyes, the last thing you could remember was him shifting to hold your hand

okay wow

this took an hour

anywho-- a relationship with yixing would have so many sides to it

the soft, romantic side

the random yet amazing side

the serene, quiet side

and at times, a hyper side

overall, yixing would treat you like royalty

i’d hope you do the same for him

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