#Also she's blind in one eye. Which is a weakness she can't hide either

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Clarent: But I don't think you're weak. Far from it, in fact. If anything, it's certainly stronger to prove their words wrong with your own actions.

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hiii, would you mind doing prompt 8 with lewis hamilton please ? i love your writing 🥹

Heyyy 🥹💓 thanks, I'm really glad to hear that, nonny!!! here you go, hope you like it!

From the Quick Prompt List: 8. “You said you wanted to be my friend”

word count: 1.4k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAA)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: angst (w happy ending), not proofread, mentions of a breakup, pinning - friends to lovers trope.

When Yn called crying he didn't waste any time to show up at her door. Lewis knew he was the first person she called because that was just how they worked, they prioritized the other above all things. That was one of the reasons Jackson, Yn's ex, gave for the sudden breakup, he thought they were in love, he thought that Lewis was a looming figure, he felt like a third party in his own relationship, and it didn't matter how many times Yn repeated they were just friends Jackson was convinced either Lewis and Yn were too blind to see or he was being lied to.

When the pilot got there he used the spare key he had to get inside, he took some seconds to look around the living room, some tissues on top of the coffee table, along with an open pint of ice cream and one of her favorite books.

"Hey," he whispered when Yn showed up at the door separating the kitchen from the living room. She gave him a weak smile before running into his open arms and letting the storm take its place.

"He didn't even have a good reason, Lew," she sobbed burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Lewis brought her body close and gave a light tap on her back, a sign for her to lace her legs around him so that he could carry her. He walked with Yn, now tangled in his body, to the couch where they sat together, and he heard the way she complained about the breakup. She wasn't telling him everything, though, and he knew well enough because after all, he was her best friend, yet he chose to just listen and comfort her.

The British watched as his own heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved crying over someone else. ]

"Am I unlovable? Am I a bad lover?" Yn asked after her cries subsided, Lewis's hands going up and down her back in a soothing caress. Her question was more of a conversation with herself because her first two exes complained about her best friend too, which at the time she thought was just jealousy, now, the third time sends her a message, right? No way three of her last partners didn't like Lewis without a reason. What's there not to like about him? she thought. "I must be horrible to be around," she muttered in a huff and Lewis took a deep breath deciding he had enough.

He didn't want to confess his feelings like this, but he also couldn't watch as Yn searched for a problem inside her when it wasn't about her, but about those idiots who let her go. Who could have her a let her go? And Lewis knew her enough to know that he would try to explain for hours and she would still say the problem was her, so he decided it was time to come clean.

"The problem is not you, Yn, it was never you. It can't be you because it pains me to not be around you, it physically hurts me not being able to hug you all the time. I wish I could carry you around everywhere, I wish you could be my forever. You could never be the problem, because you're the solution, at least to me. I love you so much and it fucking kills me to watch you cry for yet another guy all the while trying to search problems on yourself when you're just...perfect."

Yn was silent for a minute. Her eyes were wide open staring ahead of Leiws at her white walls, lips slightly parted. For a second he thought that maybe he was good at hiding his feelings. It's a beat before she's scrambling off his lap, leaving the couch and standing in the middle of her living room with an accusatory look towards him.

"You said you wanted to be my friend!" Yn sticks her point finger at him, her other hand holding at her chest like it would prevent her heart from beating any faster.

Lewis keeps his sitting position on the couch, head hanging down before mustering the courage to look her in the eyes again, "I didn't lie," he states.

"Then you care to explain to me how all of a sudden you're in love with me?"

"It's not sudden, I've been in love with you for years now, Yn. You just didn't see it," his tone is not harsh but his words made her take a step back. "When we met and I said I wanted to be your friend I wasn't lying, I still wanna be your best friend, but I want to be your lover as well, I want you to have a friend in your partner because I know you never did with the other guys. I want everything with you," Lewis confessed.

Yn shakes her head, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall. The realization that maybe all her past boyfriends were right: she was oblivion to the fact that there was something between her and her best friend. He loved her and Yn felt guilty for a second because she couldn't find it in her to deny that maybe it was mutual. Maybe she went through three breakups in the past few years because she was afraid of being alone and having to face her own feelings for Lewis.

Still, she shook her head looking away.

She watched from her peripheral vision as Lewis got up from her couch, one hand inside the pockets of his pants, the other sticking in her direction, instinctively she took a step back.

He winced.

It physically hurt her too, but she couldn't stop the tears nor the tsunami of thoughts about all their interactions and all her feelings and how she was blind to the truth all this time.

"Call me if you need me," the Brit whispered before heading to the door and leaving Yn to the sound of her own breath and then the sound of her own sobs because now she was crying harder than when Jackson broke up with her. The truth was, she did not really care about Jackson, she liked him just fine, his breaking up with her hurt her ego and put her on the spot of looking inside herself again, which was not good, or so she thought.

But Lewis leaving?

Lewis leaving felt like part of her went too. Like someone broke her in half and threw the other piece somewhere no one could find.

How would life be without Lewis?

She took some time to think, took hours watching the city go by from her window, all while mentally cursing herself. She could have faced it before. They could have been together for years. Yn was so tired of letting her fears speak louder than her desires. Lewis was so much braver and bolder than her, she took a deep breath and prayed for it to rub a bit in her, his boldness, his courage because it was too late to back away when the Uber accepted her ride to his address.

It was the middle of the night, almost two thirty in the morning the last time she checked her phone, but still, she wanted to be bold, to have courage, she didn't want to waste any more time.

Yn buzzed his doorbell nonstop until a pajama-clad Lewis Hamilton opened the door with a confused frown on his face. She didn't give him much time to question before starting.

"I am so sorry, I feel so dumb, I should have been more honest with myself and with you, Lewis."

"I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I love you," she confessed. "I love you too and I was just too afraid to lose our friendship to confess it, I didn't want to see my feelings for what it was, and I made you suffer in the process. I am truly sorry for that."

It was like a height left her shoulders.

"Am I still in time to be your best friend but also your lover and biggest admirer and whatever more there is to be?"

Lewis chuckled rolling his eyes at her cute antics before sweeping her off of her feet into a tight hug that gave them just enough space to stare at each other's faces and finally kiss.

Wrote this while listening to "Nobody gets me" by queen SZA. Hope yall like this, I am way too sleepy to try and proofread or look for basic mistakes, so I'm really sorry if you see those. Don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada it makes me happy and inspires me to write more, do it without thinking twice <3 *mwah*

[isatswap]

(full game in stars and time spoilers)

(also this text has discussions of death and abandonment)

Family Quest

TTOS version of Tutorial Quest (Bonnie's friendquest) from ISAT

(Odile is standing here, seemingly consumed by her book.)

Loop: "Odile."

Odile: .... Odile: Oh, heyloop. Odile: .... Odile: What do you want.

Loop: (...)

"Clocktower, sleepover"

"Worrying about tomorrow?"

"Anything weird happening lately?"

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Nothing!"

Odile: ...

(Odile seems to be contemplating you question.)

Odile: Don't you have anything better to do? Odile: ...No?

(Odile sighs heavily.)

Odile: Fine. I do need help with something. Odile: It might take a while, though...

Loop:

"I have time!"

"Maybe a bit later..."

Odile: Okay. Follow me, then.

(Odile brought you outside of Dormont.)

(There are some weak Sadnesses roaming in the distance.)

Odile: Loop. Odile: The reason I decided to let you help me is that you're less responsible than other adults.

Loop: (???) "What does that supposed to mean???"

Odile: Well, I think the others would be a bit against this. Odile: ...I need you to help me learn to fight.

(Oh!)

Odile: I know Boniface said I will be helping you tomorrow but... Odile: I want to fight. I don't want just just be on the sideline and shout mean things like I usully do. Odile: I mean, I know how to fight, just....

Loop: "What, too scared to face a Sadness on your own?~"

(Odile looks at you like she is going you use you as the first target for her training.)

Odile: No. Odile: ...Just.... To be safe, I need someone else here.

(That is fair. Would be kinda bad if Odile got hurt alone in this forest.)

(One of the Sadnesses approaches you.)

Odile: Look, I can show you!

(She immediately engages. You are forced to join.)

<BATTLE START!>

Odile: Scissors type. Well that's not good.

(Odile looks through her book...)

(TRISTESSE attacks!)

Odile: O-OW..!!!

(ODILE...!!!)

(Without hesitation, you strike)

<TRISTESSE is defeated.>

(You breathe in, and out.)

Odile: Nghhh....

Loop: (You can't help but yell.) "ODILE, BE MORE CAREFUL!!!"

Odile: Shut up, I am fine....

(You inspect Odile.)

(Miraculously, she doesn't seem hurt.)

(She is clutching her book too hard.)

Loop: "...I shouldn't have yelled." Loop: "Breathe with me?"

Odile: ....Okay....

(You breathe in and out, slowly, making sure Odile breathes with you.)

(You need to calm down, too.)

(Slowly, she relaxes her clutch.)

Odile: Hah..... Odile: .... Odile: Thanks.

(She gets up.)

Odile: Well, that didn't go super well.

Loop: "It did not, no."

Odile: ....I shouldn't have rushed into battle like that. Sorry, I guess.

Loop: "Wow, Odile apologising? That is a rare sight."

Odile: Shut up. Odile: ..... Odile: We should fight another one.

(You nod, and point to the nearest Sadness.)

(Odile nods in agreement.)

(You jump in.)

<BATTLE START!>

Odile: Okay, so...

(Odile looks at the hand of the Sadness.)

Odile: Oh, Rock type. Odile: Weak to Paper, which is my specialty, we are in luck.

(Odile smirks a little, preparing her book in advance this time.)

(You smile with your eyes, and take an attacking stance.)

<Exchanging blows with the Sadness, until it gives in.>

Odile: Heh. I'm pretty good at this, actually.

(You clap, trying to not do it sarcastically.)

(You breathe in, and out.)

Odile: That was fun, Loop. Thanks for assisting me.

(You've never heard Odile thanking you, either.)

(You decide to not mention it.)

Odile: ...

(Odile is looking up at you.)

(You look back.)

Odile: ....Why do you hide your face?

Loop: (HUH???) "Why are you asking?"

Odile: Because I'm curious and have never had a chance to ask you directly. Odile: Mirabelle, Isabeau and Boniface also don't know, so.... Odile: I mean, I have a myriad of questions about you, actually, but the face bugs me the most.

(Hm. Others have tried to ask you this in the past, but you never gave a clear answer.)

Loop: (And you're not gonna give one now.) "You'd be blinded by my beauty, teehee!~"

Odile: ...ew.

(She does smile a small bit, though.)

Odile: I don't believe you one bit, but I will get off your back, for now at least.

(....)

Loop: (Actually, you have a question yourself.) "What is that book you're carrying?"

(You always assumed it was a spellbook, but she seems to be writing in it as well. Also, it is way too big.)

Odile: Hah, as if I would just tell you.

(Well, was worth a shot.)

Odile: But you did help me, so maybe you deserve an answer.

(Oh!)

Odile: This is a familytale. You probably never heard of it, because you're not from Vaugarde. Odile: It's a book passed down in a family, and each generation writes their own stories in it.

(Oh! Interesting. So that is why she is writing in it.)

Loop: (But also...) "Wait, arent you from Ka Bue? Why do you have one?"

Odile: Oh, it's from.... my mother....

(Odile suddenly becomes sad.)

(No, no, no, you know why, she is an orphan, why did you--)

Loop: "Odile, I'm so sorry--"

Odile: No, it's fine. Odile: You couldn't have known. I haven't told this to anyone yet.

(Odile closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.)

Odile: It's okay. I promise. Odile: ... Odile: Actually, I have one more thing to ask of you. Odile: Always wanted to do it. Odile: High-five?

Loop: (?) "What?"

Odile: I defeated a Sadness just now. I think it's pretty appropriate.

(Oh.)

(You guess she is right.)

(You both take out your hands and do a high-five.)

Odile: Crab yeah!!!

Loop: "Crab yeah indeed!"

Odile: ....Should we fight another one, for good measure?

(You nod. Why not, right?)

(You spot the next Sadness and attack)

<BATTLE START!>

(You and the Sadness exchange blows.)

(This is different from usual.... You are not used to fighting outside anymore.)

(The ground is uneven, and there are stones and sticks everywhere.)

(Oop--)

(...You tripped on a branch.)

Odile: !!!

Odile: LOOP!!!

(The Sadness saw you fall, and is running towards you to attack!!!)

Odile: Oh no you don't!!!

(Odile strikes the Sadness with her book!)

<TRISTESSE is defeated.>

Odile: Ahh...Ah....

(You breathe in, and out.)

Odile: LOOP! LOOP, ARE YOU OK?!?

(Odile is breathing heavily.)

Loop: "I'm fine, Dile! I just tripped."

Odile: Are you sure?...

(You nod.)

Odile: ...You haven't called me Dile in forever....

Loop: (Whoops.) "Odile."

Odile: I didn't say I dont like it! Odile: ....Are you sure youre okay?

(You nod, again.)

Odile: ...Sorry. I just got scared. Odile: It reminded me of the.... last time.

Loop: (Last time?) "Last time?"

Odile: Yeah. Have you forgotten?... Odile: It was a while back. Odile: When you protected me against a Sadness, you know.

(Huh?)

(What Sadness does she mean? You don't remember...)

Loop: "Which one?"

Odile: Which one?!--

Odile: The one which got your crabbing eye, you--

(Oh!!!)

Odile: I knew it!! You did forget!! You crabbing-- augh!!!

(Odile seems to run out of insults.)

Odile: You think it doesn't matter that you got hurt! And you keep getting hurt because of it!! Because of me!!

(Right.)

(You remember, now.)

(It was after you all met Odile. Before she stopped talking to you almost at all.)

(She wasn't careful, and a Sadness was about to hurt her.)

(She is so frail. No one was close enough to do anything.)

(You are the fastest.)

(So you ran, and got in front of her, and...)

Odile: Why did you do it, Loop?!? Why did you protect me?! I don't understand!!! Odile: You could've just stayed put!! I could've taken care of it myself!! I would have been fine!!! Odile: But noooo, Loop thinks that I'm still a child!!! That needs to be protected from everything!!! Odile: And now you can't see from one eye!!! You bump into things and trip all the time!!! Because of me!!!-- Odile: You're such a crabbing idiot for thinking it doesn't matter!!!--

(Odile kicks a rock in frustration.)

(She seems very angry at you.)

(But--)

Loop: "It doesn't matter that much, though?"

Odile: It does, though!!! Odile: You got hurt because of me, and I don't like it!! Odile: And I don't want it to have happened!! You should've just stood there and let me take it!!!

Loop: "But you would have died."

Odile: Wha-- No I wouldn't!!! Odile: See, this is what I mean!! You treat me like I'm useless and can't do anything by myself!!

(Odile throws her arms up in frustration--)

(...!)

(Several pages of the familytale fly out and get carried away with the breeze.)

Odile: !!!

(Odile manages to catch one of the pages.)

Loop: "Odile, I'm so sorry, let me--"

(You almost start chasing after the pages, but--)

Odile: ...No, it is fine.

(Odile lets go of the page, letting it fly away with the rest.)

Loop: "Wait, but your familytale--"

Odile: It doesn't matter, Loop. Odile: Those were my mother's pages.

(?)

Odile: ...You know, I've never actually told you all what happened to my parents. Odile: Well, with my dad, it's pretty simple. He died when I was a still preteen. You probably assumed that. Odile: But.... my mother.... Odile: She abandoned me even before that. She never wanted to have a child. Odile: .... Odile: When-- When my dad died, I... couldn't stay in Ka Bue anymore. Odile: That country... My home... It carried too many bad memories for me. Odile: And I thought-- Maybe, I could live here. In Vaugarde. Odile: Where my mother came from. Odile: ....But, alas, this place also didn't feel like home. Odile: Makes sense, I guess. My mother hasn't left me with anything. No pictures, no letters, no last words. Certainly didn't make me feel connected to Vaugarde when she was with me. Odile: But.... she did leave one thing. Odile: This familytale. Odile: Passed down to me from my mother, and to her from her parents, and so on. Odile: And I thought maybe this was it! This could help me connect to this place! Reading my family's tales, reading about how they lived, their adventures... Odile: ...But I was wrong, still. Odile: I did not feel like I was in this family. Odile: My mother severed that connection from me. Odile: The people who wrote this book are strangers to me. Odile: I've even tried writing my own journey in here, but it always felt so...wrong. Odile: .... Odile: And then, after The Scary Lady took over this country.... Odile: I met you all. And it felt... different? Odile: Like I actually belonged in this group? Like this was supposed to happen all along? Odile: ...Only now I realised what it was. Odile: You all are my family.

(!!!)

Odile: I don't need to cling to my roots like that, they were never there, basically. But you all are here. Odile: And I care about you all! About Isabeau, about Mirabelle, about Bonbo-- Boniface!!! Odile: And I care about you, Loop! And I don't want you to be hurt, you crab! So stop pretending like it's all fine!!!

Loop: "Dile....." Loop: "Yeah, it's not fine that I got hurt." Loop: "But it has already happened. We can't do anything about it." Loop: "...But I can promise to try to not get hurt like this again."

Odile: .... Odile: Heh. Odile: I almost believe you, actually. Odile: .... Odile: Just.... let me help more. Not just you. The whole group. So no one has to get hurt this much.

(....)

(Despite you saying what you said, you can't promise that.)

(You would get hurt again.)

(If it meant that Odile is okay.)

(If it meant that everyone is okay.)

(But she knows this already. She is not just a child.)

(And because of that....)

Loop: "You can help. If you also promise to try to not get hurt."

Odile: ... Odile: Shake on it?

(??? Huh???)

Odile: Shake on it. Like all the, haha, important adults do.

(...)

(You let out a snicker and outstretch your hand.)

(Odile firmly shakes it, visibly trying not to laugh.)

Odile: Can't believe you actually did it, Loop. Odile: ...But I do promise. And I actually believe you. Odile: We won't get hurt. And the rest of us won't. If we try together. Odile: .... Odile: Heh, all this feelings talk has tired me out. Let's get back to the village, before I call you a crab again.

(You laugh and lead the way back.)

[sunny6677]

AU TIMEEEE

Title: Stellian Survival.

An au inspired by Detroit Become Human

TWS: DISCRIMINATION, CULT MENTIONS, SACRIFICE MENTIONS, SUPRESSING ONES EMOTIONS, PRETTY FUCKED UP SHIT, ABUSE MENTIONS, INJURY IMAGERY, SCAR IMAGERY.

Summary: Basically, in the year of 2019, the cult emerged and began to try and sacrifice people in the town to Eyes. But understandably that didn't go well, and police forces began to try and fight them. But then some cyan blast suddenly occurred that either killed or knocked out most within its radius, and both Skid's dad and Eyes mysteriously vanished. But those who had survived the blast became a certain type of person that was then dubbed a 'Stellian'. Stellians are basically humans who survived the blast, and due to that, they have very unnatural and almost perfect abilities. Such as a very high intelligence and observation level, a high agility level, etc. And while this seemed a little cool and strange when Stellians began to emerge, people who weren't Stellians began to grow paranoid of them. They feared that they'd use their abilities against them, or that they'd take over the world. And as stupid as it was, they began to discriminate against them. So the government, in order to shut people up, placed laws against Stellians that would prevent them from harming humans or even holding any sort of weapon unless required to, basically not allowing them to even defend themselves. But as the year of 2032 comes, and several cases of Stellians fighting back despite the laws begin to emerge, chaos begins to swirl.

Now, here are the three main people of the story.

Skid: Skid developed a high intelligence and observation level whenever the blast occurred, but his mother didn't survive it. When the blast happened, he felt as if without his mother, he was basically gonna be in survival mode for the rest of his life. And so.. he kinda began to be that way for the rest of his life afterwards. He began to believe the only meaning of life was to survive and to accomplish things so one wouldn't die too early without achieving any of what they wanted. Skid became apart of the police force, and soon became a sort of interrogater/investigator. Most of the people in the police force don't like Skid since he's a Stellian, but they can't really do much about it considering he's in a higher authority position than they are. Skid is cold, calm, calculated and emotionless most of the time. He tends to hide his emotions as not to show signs of weakness, for he fears people hurting him if he does. He is also weirdly agile for whatever reason. But he also tends to not to be able to read social cues too well sometimes. He also doesn't even bother using his real name anymore, and now he just acts like his actual name is 'Skid' despite many people knowing that it's something else, for his real name brings him bad memories. Skid also doesn't even talk to Pump anymore, considering they kinda fell out of touch after a bit.

Susie: Susie is a caretaker/housekeeper who is also a Stellian. She got her scar and became half-blind from an injury that she herself doesn't remember. She also works for this rich family, and has a sort of motherly attachment to the one kid of the said family. Susie is determined, but she is also kind of distrustful and is kinda easy to soften up whenever it comes to people she thinks are nice. She can also be very fucking strong when it comes to people she cares about, and it's kinds scary tbh. She and Pump still talk, but not as much as they used to considering they both have lives that they're busy with.

Pump: Pump is a caretaker at a nursing home. He makes a decent amount of money, but he is payed less and is treated like shit due to being a Stellian. Pump deeply misses Skid, and is actively trying to get back into contact with him, but he doesn't know how. Due to being a Stellian, Pump is very agile and observant, but he also tends to back down easily. He also has slight anger issues, which makes him very intimidating when he actually engages in physical combat. But he doesn't think most of the time and tends to just aim and aim until he hurts someone enough to knock them out, so this tends to be a fatal flaw in most of his fights. He let's his emotions take control way too easily.

Now for the storyline. I don't actually have one for this au yet, but I do have a decent idea of how it might go for each character.

For example, Skid could be trying to figure out the mysteries of the cult that is still ongoing and has been plaguing his mind ever since he figured out his dad was the leader of it, but it leads to him finding out a lot more information than he wants to. It could lead to some character development for him though, for he might begin to finally learn not to suppress his emotions if something were to happen(like maybe him reuniting with Pump or something finally during a case).

Susie could discover that the child of the family she works for is being abused in a lot of horrible ways by the grandfather of the family, and could end up killing said grandfather by accident. It could lead to her either escaping with the child in order for the child not to be put in danger anymore, for most of said child's other family was also abusive anyway. Or it could lead to her trying to care for said child the best she could despite how the world thinks of her as a Stellian.

Something could end up happening in Pump's work that leads to him slowly beginning to become determined enough to want to figure out the mystery of what happened with the cult whenever the blast occurred. And he could also be trying to find Skid the entire time for the rest of the story until he eventually does find him.

Overall, this is all I got for the story so far, but I think I got it down good enough.

[ysuftswift]

i know the end — Part 1 coming tomorrow!

Betty Cooper is struggling to solve her first real case as a detective. With little authority over her branch, she calls in help in order to figure out where to go from what little evidence she has. Over the course of solving a murder no one ever saw coming, she grows closer with her partner, and truly begins to find herself.

Sneak peek into the first part:

Jughead sat in his car staring at the police station. The building was made of brick, weathered down and fading from what he assumed was a red to a murky brown. The sky was covered in a thick blanket of clouds, casting the small town in a grey glow that gave you a headache. He couldn't bring himself to move, too worried his feet were unable to carry his body to the door.

Four years he was head homicide detective in Brooklyn. It became consistent, things he had seen at least once a week. He wasn't sure what he was walking into now, but he was certain it wasn't his usual. The town was tight-knit. Any crime requiring a detective in a place like this had to be insane enough to convince them to allow a rando in.

Another minute passed by and the clouds gave way to a steady drizzle. It was then he finally emerged and willed his body towards the small station.

The door creaked as he pulled it open, and heads turned from every direction making him gulp down the saliva that pooled on his tongue. Beady eyes made sure to stay unmoved even as the door slammed shut behind him, seeming to almost shake the whole building.

"I'm, uh..." He cleared his throat when it came out weak, hiding his hands in his pockets. "I'm looking for Detective Cooper?"

"Right here," a woman called from his right. His head turned slowly, coming into contact with a blonde standing by the door of an office. "We can talk in here."

She held the door open with her body as he crossed through the station. The few sheriff's kept their eyes on him, running them up and down his body, creating an inventory of him just in case.

He nodded his head respectfully towards the blonde and shook her hand before walking past her into the office. "Thank you for coming," she said once the door was shut. She glanced through the glance of the windows before closing all the blinds. "I apologize for everyone staring. We don't have visitors very often."

"Who did I speak with on the phone?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I remember speaking to a man — no offense."

"No, I—I understand," she assured, biting her lip. "That was deliberate. You spoke to my friend, Archie Andrews. I thought if you spoke to a guy, you would be more inclined to come out here and help."

"If it was up to me, it wouldn't have mattered who called," he shrugged. "I was sent by my boss."

"Then I assumed he would be more inclined," she corrected, smoothing her hands down her stomach. "I don't have much credibility around here. I just filled the position five months ago after my dad passed. They're crying nepotism, which is understandable, but I was the only certified person on the squad to be a detective. I went to school for this job."

"I understand being seen as unqualified," he promised, licking his lips. "Why did you need me?"

"Right," she exhaled. She brushed hair out of her face and sat down at her desk, motioning for him to do the same across from her. "There's been a murder and... I have no one to tell me how I'm supposed to take care of it."

"I thought you went to school for this?"

"I did, I have a bachelor's in criminology, but I can't do this alone. I don't even have authority over the ME at the hospital, he won't listen. It may be the 21st-century but this town thrives off of old-fashioned ways. It doesn't help either that everyone that lives and works in this town also grew up here so everyone has an opinion of everyone else already."

He wiped a hand down his face, sitting up straighter. "So you called me in here because you're having trouble asserting authority over your district?"

"Yes, but—"

"This is a huge waste of my time," he huffed, standing up quickly. "I have actual cases I need to be assessing back in Brooklyn."

"No. Wait!" she called, following him through the precinct and out the door. "You have to help me!"

"Why should I?" he shouted from his car as she stayed under the awning out of the rain. "Give me a damn good reason because this is an insult to what I do."

She huffed, tucking hair behind her ears. "I don't have a reason! The whole case is a reason! She was seventeen, still in high school. Good grades, lots of friends, a boyfriend. She's not just a girl who gets murdered! No one gets murdered here!"

"Seems like you're good at this. Why do you need me?" he asked, punctuating each word.

"I just do, okay? Please," she begged weakly. "I'm not going to get anywhere by myself."

[starry-bi-sky]

they SO dance together. it's so sweet and sooo romantic. They're both just up in the clouds, lost in each other's eyes. They would be up there for hours if they lose track of time. Danny figures out how to make a speaker or his phone capable of withstanding the high altitude. they are in love your honor <3

AND yesss I agree Danny would sing that to Damian. Caleb Hyles is a good choice! I usually hc his voice sounding kinda like Hozier (w/o the Irish accent), a nice baritone range. He's very Dinner & Diatribes/Too Sweet/Nina Cried Power/Blood Upon The Snow-coded.

Danny tried so hard to keep Damian's illness a secret. Which, honestly probably wasn't the smartest idea, but he was fourteen and dealing with his own very-fresh trauma, uncontrollable powers, and injuries. So, can't really hold it against him. Fortune (if you could call it that) was on his side in that he got to skip school for the days Damian was ill.

Dames is sooo smol as Wisp. liddol babey man. He doesn't actually help in ghost fights, even at six years old. Danny absolutely forbids it, and there's very little Dames can do about it on account of his age and Time Out Time. Danny's Grabby Scarves have come WELL in handy before. He comes with him on patrols but like, if they come across any actual hostile ghosts, Wisp is instructed to hide or stay out of range of the fight.

Also since he's also a halfa, he's also a potential target for Skulker. Keyword: potential. The first time Skulker decides to go after the teenier ghost-child is also his last. Danny flew into a blind rage and completely tore his mech-suit apart into unsalvageable hunks, and then threatened to swallow Skulker whole if he ever went after Wisp again. Ghost cannibalism? its more likely than you think. It's an effective deterrent.

It's very quickly apparent to... all of the ghosts, tbh, that you don't touch the Wisp. Will'o is off limits. (Which i forgot to mention is an adorable name for Dames. Instead of green eyes, Damian's ghost eyes are will-o-wisp blue, and he can create little wisps.) Danny calls him a little firefly.

AND. I'm so here for parental Danny. I'm hella weak to that. And this reminds me of smth i thought about bringing up yesterday but forgot/thought about making its own post for my own clone^2. If Dames here is 2 when Danny is 14, then Dames could totally go to a childcare center during the day. The Fenton parents have work and the kids have school, and Damian is far too young to be on his own. So: daycare it is!

This is for me to say: Danny, as the one who actually found/acquired Damian (if we're going by clone^2 canon and saying he fell through a natural portal) makes it his responsibility to make sure Damian gets to the daycare center safely. Jazz has a car so she drives them both to the center, but Danny is the one who actually walks Damian inside, checks him into his room, and does goodbyes.

(Which he's not legally allowed to do -- legal guardians are supposed to do pick up and drop off, and siblings are meant to be over 18 and have permission for it -- but when the center director brings this up, Danny raises his eyebrow and bluntly goes: "You want my parents in here? Everyday?" and that was the end of that conversation. Danny was made the special exception so long as he like, didn't mention it to the authorities.)

Danny? Also? Best cook in the house. Hands down. Because a clone of Bruce being a fantastic cook is incredibly funny to me. Half the shit in the fridge is inedible so Danny's figured out how to either make it edible and how to use the edible stuff to his best advantage. He also found an old fridge in the garage, fixed it up, and jerry-rigged a quick disguise over it so that their parents don't start storing ectoplasm in that one too. So most of their leftovers/fridge food is in the garage fridge instead.

But back to the daycare stuff -- Danny pulls no punches when making sure Dames is getting quality childcare. Dames is enrolled in the same center that Danny and Jazz went to as kids, and Danny suffered from relentless bullying that the staff turned a blind eye to due to his connection with his parents, and he'll be damned if he lets Dames suffer the same fate. Especially since Damian is such a headstrong kid even at 2-3. They made sure he knew enough English before sending him to daycare (since he only knew Arabic at this point), but he still struggles speaking it.

Which is all to say, the first time Danny hears about Damian getting a hard time at daycare and the teacher doing nothing to correct it, he marches straight down to the director's office to complain. He also bluntly states that he'll be checking in with Damian consistently after pickup and checking his stuff -- as per center rules, his things (like his water bottle and backpack) are labelled, and Danny went the extra mile and put his name on his jacket and boots and hats, -- if anything is missing, broken, or damaged, he will be documenting it, and he wants all copies of any incident reports.

The center director says that since Danny isn't the legal guardian, they can't do that, but he pulls the parent card and for a second time, that is the end of that. Danny is pulling no punches. Damian is already having a hard enough time transitioning into his new environment, Danny fucking refuses to let him struggle any more than he already has.

you gotta tell me some of the wisp antics you have in mind. Oh lord, if Danny struggled to control his powers when he first got them, imagine what it'd be like with a two year old with powers too. So many close calls. Canon Danny was initially pr in denial about his powers up until Lunch Lady, but here I imagine he buckles down on it very quickly when he realizes that Damian has a similar powerset to him, and so long as they have these powers, they need to get control of them.

Which results in Damian and Danny developing these little "training" sessions after school which is literally just Danny trying to figure out his powers, and then translating that into a way for Damian to understand and follow along.

There are SO many learning curves, and Damian is two. Twos have like, a three minute attention span. Danny has to develop a way to keep Dames' attention on him long enough for him to learn how to do it. It's a goddamn miracle that Dames didn't reveal his powers at daycare before he understood the concept of "secret keeping" and control. A miracle.

Wisp being such an angry kitten is everything to me <33. He has little fangies and little pointed ears like Phantom, and I haven't thought too much on his ghost form but I picture him (at least at the start, it could change over time) in this little thobe with perhaps intricate, swirly-misty designs up the sides (as a callback to the will o' wisp idea). And like Danny's, his hair is all floaty like he's underwater, with the ends of his curls all wispy. He's a lil will o' wisp :]

unlike his template, who keeps his hair mostly styled up or back, Dames with messy, unkempt curls that look like they're in a good need of a trim. That kinda falls in his face and curls around his ears, but he likes it long that way because it reminds him of Danny. Any suggestion of a hair cut incites an ugly response and a very emphatic "No". He's got these little freckles that are hard to see that he'll eventually grow out of, and he speaks a lot more casually than his template.

He's known he was a clone since the moment he was able to comprehend what a "clone" was. Danny told him, because he doesn't want to do the same thing his parents did and keep something like that from Damian for so long. He also knows that Danny is technically his dad by virtue of their templates being father-and-son.

Which, that was a bit harder to explain, but they got there!

AND I am loving Wisp meeting Robin. I'm picturing it as Batman-Robin duo meeting Phantom-Wisp duo, and Robin is like, ehhh, about 13-ish. Wisp is 7-ish? Regardless, Robin is standing tall and proud beside Batman while Wisp is standing somewhat behind Phantom.

He's not exactly shy, but he's uncertain? He's got his hand curled around Phantom's pantleg, his eyes narrowed in wary uncertainty, before he finally says, somewhat put upon: "I thought you'd be taller." directly at Robin.

The air goes completely still, and then Phantom snorts abruptly, and brings a fist up to his mouth to try and stifle the sound. His shoulders shake with concealed snickering as he rests one hand down onto Wisp's shoulder and affectionately hisses out: "Dames, my boy, you can't say that."

There's laughter through the comms, and Robin looks suitably offended. Batman has this ghost of a smirk on his face. Oh how the tables turn.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[127-mile]

Une seconde avant noël.

Pairing: Lee Ten x reader.

Genre: Christmas, exes, fake dating, feelings realization / Fluff, angst.

Warnings: Vulgar language, alcohol consumption.

Word count: +5.2k.

Prompt chosen: It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.

Plot: What an idea to break up before Christmas, Ten thinks, as he announces to his mother that yes, you will indeed be present at the annual party organized for Christmas Eve.

A/N: This is part of the Walking in a winter wonderland collab hosted by @suh-insane​ and @neocitybynight​.

"Do you always have to be in my way? Fuck Ten, be careful where you are going!" you growl, looking at the content of the box strewn on the floor. You have a ton of work to finish if you want to have a meal break, and Ten really is not making it easy for you. "You piss me off." you mumble as you kneel to retrieve the glitter bloxes, and sigh in exasperation when you notice of them opened. You'll find glitter everywhere for a month at this point. Who is stupid enough to think of glitter as a passable Christmas present for a child, you think, rolling your eyes.

"Can't you be polite? We have customers, damn it!" you turn your face to Ten who looks at you as if you caused the accident yourself when this idiot was hunched over his phone at the time of the impact. "And you, can't you at least pretend to work instead of checking how many sluts you'll be able to bring in your dingy apartment this weekend?" you stuff the glitters into the box while huffing, you can't take any more. If you didn't need the money so much, you would quit your job this instant.

Ten's chuckle is enough to make you angry once again. You can not stand hearing him and his stupid laugh anymore, and if you looked up at him, you would see his annoying little smile. "Are you jealous?" he asks, and you bite your lip so as not to laugh. They are causing enough commotion in the middle of the store, you do not need your boss to come and see what's going on. "Jealous? But why would I be jealous, Ten. You really need to take the time to think and calm your fucking ego, it's not good for you."

"I'm not saying you are jealous, I'm just saying that worrying about who I can bring back to my apartment is suspicious." you look at him, shaking your head. God damn his face would be beautiful with your fist pressed against. "You're so full of yourself Ten. I don't care what garbage you take home, all I want is for you to get down to work, before if you haven't noticed yet, it is almost Christmas and the store is full of customers."

"Garbage?" he asks, tilting his head, and you turn on your heels. "As far as I know, I took you back to my apartment at one point." it is too much for you. You leave the arts and crafts section, and you put the box at the feet of one of your colleagues who looks at you, incredulous. "I'm going to be sick, can you take care of it." you are not sick, but if you stay with Ten for a minute longer, you will eventually be.

You ignore a client who ask you about an interactive teddy bear they sac on TV, and you know it's wrong, but you have no choice, or you'll end up spitting your venom on a poor innocent person who wants nothing more than to please someone for Christmas. You push the door to the break room, and you walk to the bathroom. As you thought, it's empty. The boss doesn't allow anyone to go while they are working.

You push the door open, and you sit on the closed toilet. It is not the cleanest place, but it is the only place where you'll have time to think, and where you can calm your sudden urges for murder. It's sad to see where the relationship between you and Ten is. It was not always like that. There was a time when you weren't insulting each other at any opportunity, when you could smile at each other without wanting to throw up. There was a time when you were in love, and convinced that you would spend the rest of your life together.

You tense when you hear the door open, and you remain silent, pressing your hand against your mouth, as if it would help you go unnoticed when your feet are visible under the door gap. "Y/n?" of course, there is only Ten to follow you to the toilet. He approaches the door and you see by his movements that he sits on the floor. You grimace, because you do not know how long the cleaning person has stopped washing the once white tiles.

"Ten, it's disgusting on the floor." you mumble, and hear him sigh. "What do you want? What's important enough for you to follow me into the bathroom?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper. "I am sorry." he says, and you shake your head. This is not the first time you've found yourselves apologizing to each other after a little quarrel in the middle of the store, and you know it won't be the last time either.

"We only have one week left before Christmas, after that we won't have to see each other as much anymore. Can't we make an effort to ignore each other?" your voice is so weak, Ten feels his heart skip a beat. He never wanted the situation between the two of you to become so chaotic. He wanted nothing more than to be happy. Be happy with you.

"But- but I don't want to ignore you." Ten answers, and you get up to open the door. The boy almost rocks forward, since his forehead was pressed against the door. "Ten, you need to learn about the existence of germs on the bathrooms." he smiles weakly, and he stands up too, dusting his uniform pants. "What do you propose?" you ask, cocking your head.

"We're burying the hatchet." Ten crosses his arms against his chest, and you sigh. "Ten, we've already tried dozens of times since we broke up, and it always comes back to the same scenario. It's useless."

For the first time since they broke up, you do not pull back when he puts his hand on your arm. "But we can try. For real this time. We were friends before we were a couple, maybe we can be again?" there is so much hope in his voice, and in his eyes, that you can't afford to deny him anything. "We can try." you finally say, and Ten's smile is so bright that you could almost be blinded.

"Perfect! So will you come with me to the party my parents are hosting for Christmas Eve?" he asks, and this time, you pull back at his touch, and you clench your fist to punch him in the shoulder. He whines loudly and you refrain from not doing it again. "You asshole! Why are you doing this to me?" Every year, the Lee family host a Christmas Eve party. It's always lavish, with beautiful decorations, and exquisite food. You loved spending Christmas Eve with Ten's family. So reminding you that you will not be attending this year hurts.

"But I'm serious!" he explains by rubbing his shoulder. He takes a step back to make sure he doesn't get another hit, he knows you all too well. "You are invited." you frown as you dig your hands into the pockets of your pants. "We are not together anymore, why would you parents invite me?" for a moment Ten looks embarrassed, and he is unable to meet your gaze. "Ten, what are you hiding from me?" he hops from one foot to the other, and you are ready to ask him if he feels like pissing when he opens his mouth to explain. "It may well be that I didn't tell my parents we broke up."

"But why Ten? You told me you did! It's been months now." the fact that he is embarrassed is at least a good thing, he is still human. "I was going to do it, I promise, but my mom started talking about the party, and hse said she missed you and really can't wait to see you. You know how much my mom adores you, I didn't want to break her heart!"

It's really mean to include his mother and her love for you in the story, because he knows you considered Ten's mother like your own when you first met her. "I'll tell them everything after the holidays, I promise! If you come, I'll never ask you anything again, and I'll disappear if that's what you want."

"I hate you, Ten." even though it's a phrase he doesn't like to hear, he knows you do not mean it. At least that's what he hopes, because he doesn't know what he would do if you really hated him. "So?" he asks in a whisper, and you roll your eyes. "I'll come, but this will be the last time I do anything for you. Anything, do you hear me?"

He nods, and he smiles once more. "Good, very good! We'll take my car, and I won't carge you for your share of the gasoline, don't worry." he is so excited that you start to feel the excitement too, but you do not show him, no. You walk to the bathroom door, it's time for you to get back to work, but before you leave, you turn to Ten. "I need my day tomorrow, so I'll let you tell the boss you're going to use your day off to replace me."

The following week is the calmest week you've had since breaking up with Ten. You meet in the store, but you ignore each other. Well, you ignore him every time he tries to talk to you, it's much better than insulting him until he resigns himself to being silent. And when Christmas Eve comes, you wonder if you really made the right decision by agreeing to follow Ten. And pretend to be his partner again.

You wait outside your apartment for Ten to arrive, your hands in the pockets of your coat, and your face niched in your scarf. The cold wind is whipping your face, and the snow have started to fall on the city which is festive with the fairy lights, the decorated trees in the streets, and the laughter of the locas who are eager to come home and celebrate Christmas Eve.

Thanks to Ten, you were able to get out of work early, and also, you won't be spending Christmas on your own. That's the only positive things you can find in this strange situation. Even your friends have told you to text Ten and cancel, they all think it's bad, and they think it will do them more harm than good. And you understand them, you too wonder what will happen after the party is over, once you have to go back to your routine without each other.

But that's life, and sometimes you have to make sacrifices to avoid hurting the people you love, you think with a sigh.

When you feel ready to freeze in place, Ten's car pulls up in front of you, and you huff. Finally. He gets out of the car, and he opens the door. Seeing him do that make you roll your eyes. "I can open a door." you mumble, and when he lifts his big shining eyes, you sigh. "You'll catch a cold, Tennie." he shakes his head, and you get in the car.

You feel a weight being lifted from your shoulder as your warm up, and Ten watches you, smiling when you take off your gloves. "You want a photo, it'll last longer." you say, and he shrugs. "I'm just glad to see you." yeah, you don't believe that lie, he must already be playing his part not to be caught off guard in front of his parents.

Ten starts the engine, and begins to drive out of town. "I had my mom on the phone earlier, she is excited to see you, and so is my dad." you hum. "Me too, I really missed them." Ten's lower lip juts out, and you avoid looking at him, he knows you are weak when he acts like that. But not tonight, no. "Ten, don't forget your promise. We can't do this at every family reunion, you know that, it'll only hurt more every time.

"Yes I know, and I will, I promised, didn't I?" you nod, and you turn your head towards the window. You watch the landscape gently getting cover by a thin layer of white snow as you approach the countryside. You love the city, yes, but you would love to be able to land in the countryside, and have a simple life, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The rest of the road is silent, and you slowly fall asleep, you head against the window, rocked by the vibrations. It's Ten's hand on your shoulder that wakes you up. He is out in the car, and you notice that it is now dark outside. You stand up, yawning. "We're here." he says. The Lee family house is impressive, and decorated with lights. It is really beautiful, and you expected no less from Mrs. Lee whose favorite holiday is Christmas.

You get your bag and get out of the car. Your legs are numb, so you take Ten's arm to avoid tripping in the snow. Yeah, that would be fun, but you do not really want to soil your clothes now. Maybe later. You stop in front of the door, and Ten turns to you. "Ready?" and when you nod, he knocks on the door.

It only takes a minute for the door to open on Ten's mother. She looks at the both of you, and she smiles with a sweetness all her own. "My loves, how happy I am to see you! Come in or you'll get sick." Ten lets you pass, and when you enter, you are immediately engulfed in a hug. You melt, you can't help it. You feel like coming home, and god damn your heart hurt at the realization.

Ten clears his throat, and you refrain from laughing. When Mrs. Lee lets you take a step back, you both turn to the boy who frowns. "Impatient." his mother says before taking him in her arms in turn, for a shorter moment. You are pretty proud of it. "Come into the living room, the guests have already arrived."

You follow her into the living room, and you greet the guests. You and Ten have been together for a few years, so you know all of the family and friends who are used to being invited every year. "Ah, the lovers have arrived!" his father says, and you nod. You put the gifts you brought in your bag at the foot of the three, and you smile. You had a great time looking for the perfect gifts.

Immediately, you are taken aside by Ten's sister who is surprised to see you here. She is the only one in this room, besides Ten himself, who knows about your situation. Because yes, maybe you were drunk one night and called her, crying to complain about the ordeal your life had been like since breaking up with Ten. Tern is younger, but she is quite scary, so you hardly swallow your saliva when she comes face to face with you.

"What is this mess?" she asks in a whisper. "Did you get back together?" you worry your lower lip, giving Ten a furtive glance, he seems to be in the middle of a heated discussion with his father, and you shake your head. "Ten didn't say anything to your parents, so he asked me to come over, so as not to break the holiday spirit." you mumble, and if the Lee family was not there, you know Tern would go and slap her brother right away.

"You both are idiots." Tern says, and you shoulders slup. "Are you masochistic or what? Do you like hurting yourself?" you do not know what to say, you are just here to help Ten. "I know it's not the right thing to do, but it's Christmas Eve, so I'm going to pretend it's okay, smile, laugh, and be happy beofre I go back everyday life without Ten."

Tern sighs, tilting her head. "Is that what you want?" she asks before resuming. "Go back to a life without Ten? Because a person who has no more feelings would never agree to help their ex." That's the question, you don't know how you feel, your head is empty and your heart is a mess, it's been like this since Ten left. So you shrug. "I don't know Tern."

As you are about to speak, you are called out by Ten's mother who beckons you to approach. "Come help me in the kitchen for a minute, please." you nod, apologizing to Tern before joining her. There's nothing more to do, so you frown. "It's the only way to have some time with you without Ten jumping on you." she explains, and you can't help but laugh. "He learned to behave in public, don't worry."

"Is everything okay?" Ten's mother asks, and you nod. She looks worried, and for a second, you feel ready to tell her everything, but you can't, you promised Ten, and as he said himself, he doesn't want to hurt her, and neither do you. Not tonight anyway. "I'm asking because it's been a while since we've last seen you."

You nod. It's true that before, you used to visit the Lee family a couple of times each month, even though Ten was busy at work, and even more during the month of December, used to help Mrs. Lee prepare Christmas Eve. But being convinced that Ten had warned his parents, you did not do it anymore, you found it inappropriate.

"I was overwhelmed with work, I'm so sorry. But it's true that I should at least give given you a call." you explain in a weak voice, and the older woman shakes her head, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You have a job, you have a life, you have you own family, so you don't have to apologize for not having time. I get it, I was your age once."

You blame yourself more and more for the pain you are going to cause her, but you bite the inside of your cheek. Sometimes things don't go as planned, and you have to adapt. "And with Ten, is everything going well?" the question you would have liked to avoid. But you smile. "Everything is not perfect every day, but we both make an effort, because our relationship deserves it." Ten's mother smiles, she is proud to hear that her son has matured enough to do whatever it takes to keep his relationship healthy, and going.

"Don't hesitate to tell me if he crosses the line, then I'll give him a piece of my mind, believe me!" you laugh softly. You know that Mrs. Lee is, and will always be, there to help you. At least for now. But you need to stop thinking about the future, and focus on the present. You need to enjoy this last night you have with your surrogate family. "Thank you Ms. Lee, I appreciate that."

When she offers to return to the living room so as not to worry the guests, you follow her. Ten is still talking with his father, but the conversation seems to have calmed down, and you are happy. You know that the two men are used to arguing, and you have witnessed some rather disturbing scenes already, and you do not want that to happen again. You do not want to have to pick up Ten again.

"Everything okay?" you jump when Ten comes up behind you, and you turn to him. His cheeks are flushed, and you pursue your lips to stifle a laugh. "Don't tell me, your grandmother's friend?" he shakes his head with a poud, he doesn't like it when old little ladies pull his cheeks, it hurts. "My poor child. Maybe she'll stop someday."

"When she is in a coffin, yeah." Ten mumbles, and you put your hand over your mouth. "Don't say such things, Tennie!" you giggle and he smiles. He likes to be the reason for your laughter. "But to answer your question, yes, everything is fine. Your sister was a little surprised to see me here, but outside of that, like clockwork!"

Ten nods, and takes a sip from his glass of wine. He looks around him. The three, the decorations, his family, their friends, and you, and for a minute, he completely forgets that things are not the same as last year. Nothing is as before, everything is only an act. And when he turns his head towards you, and sees the lights of the tree reflected in your eyes, he thinks to himself that maybe, it was not a good idea.

See, you and Ten had a long relationship. You are his first love, and he always hoped that you would be his last. And to be honest, he still hopes so. But he knows that despite everything that has happened, all the insults you have exchanged, it would take very little time for him to fall in love again. No, he wouldn't need time at all, he is still in love, he always will be, he knows it deep down inside of him. And seeing you here, acting as your girlfriend, knowing that you'll probably never will be again, hurts like a bitch.

You think the same, and it hurts you too, but you both have too much pride to say it.

You then meet around the table, enjoying a fabulous feast prepared by Mrs. Lee. That's what you'll missed the most, the food. Ten is next to you, and every now and then, he leans in to whisper a joke in your ear. It's a tradition that you have, you try to make the other laugh, and get all eyes on yourself, knowing that it will be too inappropriate for you to say the joke out loud. At least some things are not changing.

You honestly can't remember the last time you had such a good time with Ten without it ending in an argument. What you do not notice is Tern's gaze. She watches you both, frowning. She can read between the lines. She knows that you still love each other, but are also too stupid to admit it.

The meal stretches over two hours, and when you finish, a full stomach, and ready to explode, it's time to open the presents. You get up from your chair and collect the packages. You give one to Ten's parents, one to Tern, and the last one, you hand it to Ten who titls his head. "You didn't have to, you know." he says in a whisper, and you shrug. "I know, but I got it before.. well before you know what."

Ten also gives you a present, and you arch an eyebrow at him. "I didn't want to see you pout thinking I forgot about you." he mumbles, and you smile. You open the present, and sigh. Inside is your favorite book, but not just any, the very first edition. It's old, rare, and probably extremely expensive. "Ten.." you whisper, and the boy smiles. "I know you've always dreamed of it."

What makes your heart beat a little faster is not that he gave you the book, but that he remembered it, because you only mentioned it once almost two years ago. Perhaps accusing him of never paying attention was wrong, now that you think about it. "Thank you so much Ten, you have no idea how happy this makes me." you lean over, and place a tender kiss on his cheek. And when you take a step back, you notice the rosy tint on Ten's cheeks. Cute.

"Come on, open yours!" Ten nods a minute later, the poor man needs to recover from the sudden physical contact first, then, he unwraps his present. If there is ont think Ten loves more than himself, and you, it's his watch. His father gave him his own watch for his 18th birthday, and it quickly became his most precious item, and unfortunately, he broke it a few months ago.

He thought it was irreparable, but nothing is ever irreparable, so you grabbed it one morning, and sent it over to have it fixed. It's not much for you, but when you see the tears in Ten's eyes, you knows that it was a perfect idea. "I thought I lost it." he says under his breath, and you shake your head. "I took it from you, wanted to surprise you, but I didn't expect it to take that long. I'm really sorry if I worried you."

Ten shakes his head, and he wipes his tears with his free hand, before a smile spreads over his beautiful face. "This deserves a kiss!" Ten's mother exclaims, and you hear Tern sigh loudly. "Mom, don't embarrass them." you are grateful for Ten, but you have to do it. So once more you take a step forward, and you cup Ten's face, and your face meet in the middle for a long, and soft kiss. Yeah, maybe you wanted to kiss him too. And for a while now.

"How beautiful young love is!" one person comments, and you smile weakly. Ten does the same, and you help him put the watch around his wrist. "Thank you, thank you. I don't think I will ever have enough words to thank you. It's the most perfect present." he says in a long sigh, and you smile. "I knew how much you cared about this watch." you run your fingers through Ten's hair to pull it out of his face, and realize how easy it is for you to fall back on your old habits.

The rest of the evening goes well.

You sit on the couch with Ten, and you listen to the stories the family members are telling, laughing every now and then, but you can't really focus with the heat radiating from Ten's body. Proximity in your hands. It would be so easy to take his hand, or rest your head on his shoulder.

Why the hell not, you think, it's Christmas, and you are supposed to be acting, so might as well make the most of it. You rest your head on Ten's shoulder, and if he is suprised, he doesn't show it, he lands a kiss on the top of your head. You feel his shoulders relax and you smile. You always have the same calming effect on each other. True love, but you refuse to think about it.

It's getting late, and you can't seem to suppress a long yawn, Ten notices. He stands up and you pout at the sudden lack of contact, and you sit up. "We're going to go mom, we still have a way to go, and it's snowing again." she nods, albeit a little sad, but she knows it would be too dangerous for Ten to drive if he is tired, of if there is too much snow.

"Thank you for coming, my loves, it made me very happy." once again, you find yourself engulfed in a long her that you give back with pleasure. And you thank her and Ten's father again and again for the invitation. And in a few minutes, you find yourself in front of the car. Tern follows closely behind you, and before Ten gets into the car, she puts her hand on his shoulder to take him aside. "Take care of yourself, and your heart, okay?"

Ten nods. "Don't worry, I know what to do to keep my heart safe." he looks at you to see if you heard him, but no, you are half asleep on the seat, and you would not even hear if a bomb were to explode near your ear. "Really, don't worry." he places a kiss on his sister's cheek, and he gets into the car after making sur the passenger door is closed. You collapsed into the seat, your new book clutched to your chest.

"It was a very good evening. You family is amazing." you say, and Ten can only agree. "You are right. Thank you for coming." you smile and lean your head against the window. You do not want to fall asleep, you want to enjoy your last moments with Ten, but unfortunately, fatigue quickly gets the better of you, and when you open your eyes, the car is already parked in front of your apartment complex.

"Thanks for taking me home, and thanks again for the book." you lean in to kiss the corner of his lips, but before Ten can say anything, you get out of the car. He opens the window, and you turns to him. "Have a good night, Ten." his fingers tighten around the steering wheel, and you see that he wants to say something, but he holds back. "Good night Y/n, and merry Christmas."

You walk towards the door that leads to the lobby, but the sound of the door opening and closing catches your attention. You turn around and find Ten in front of the car. You embrace your body with your arms to fight against the cold. "What are you doing, Ten?" you ask, and the boy finally approaches. He's so close you can feel his breath against your lips. "Would you like to go have coffee tomorrow? And maybe we can go check out the Christmas lights."

You smile, and you nod. "I would love this, Ten." his smile is as bright as the moon, and you chuckle softly when he places a small kiss on your lips before heading back to his car, not without a victory move that almost makes him trip in the snow.

It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.

And maybe sometimes, you can decide to stay that kind of people.

[kookxin]

STRIPED; kth

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Pair¬ Taehyung×you(though she has a korean nickname)

Genre¬ hybrid au! soulmate au! fluff, slightly mature, marking, cuteness overload

Synopsis¬ young adult Eunbin never knew the true meaning of hormones until her closest friend, a tiger hybrid taught her.

Words¬ 2.6k

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You were 6 when a 12 years old black siberian tiger hybrid had arrived in your home one evening, hiding fearfully behind your dad. Your friendly nature helped overcome his fear for humans, and he became used to having them around. He became family, yours became his. Therefore, it's apt to say that he was your best friend since as long as you can remember. You can't imagine a life without him.

When he first arrived into your life, he was just a child, a mere teenager, yet he took care of the 6 year old you, as if you were related by blood. Even though you were not, you shared a bond stronger than any blood relations. You knew how the other one felt, what they wanted and when. It was sometimes overwhelming, when you felt emotions that weren't your own, but someone else's. But, as you grew older, that became a part of you, a habit, the same goes with your hybrid buddy. You knew when the other one felt down, and you knew exactly how to tend to it. You knew that everyone had a soulmate, that everyone was destined to be with a certain someone, for instance, take your parents. You knew such a couple would be able to feel each other's deepest emotions as if it were their own. And what you'd felt for your Taehyung since your younger days only confirmed it. It was clear, the fact that Kim Taehyung, a tiger hybrid, was your destined mate.

Weird right? A human, a prey, a mate for a tiger, a predator. But that never, ever, altered your love for each other, even though you both hadn't the idea what to name that love, 'cause of your young innocent selves.

But with time, you grew up, so did he. You started going to school, and he was home-schooled. You were 11 when you'd invited a friend of yours to your house for the first time. And that's when you discovered how jealous your striped hybrid could be. The fact that your friend was a boy didn't exactly lighten the situation either. It was a play date, approx 1 hour long, the aftermath of which was a sulking Taehyung, cheeks puffed with anger, ignoring your existence the entire day. Your 11 year old self tried so hard to talk, to ask, to find out the reason for his anger and ignorance, yet he didn't budge from his decision of neglecting you. Finally after numerous failed attempts to get him to talk to you, after dinner, you retired to bed. But habits were habits. It was in routine for you to walk him to his room, kiss him goodnight, before calling it a night.

So you did just that, as soon as he was done with the tuck-in, you immediately hopped to your feet after him, following him to his room. As he went to twist the knob to his bedroom, you caught his wrist with your much, much smaller fingers, and tugged him closer, to tiptoed to his height to place an affectionate kiss on his cheek, and finally backed away to return to your own room. But to your surprise, you were pulled into a tight backhug, with pointy large triangular striped ears tickling your own, and his face in your neck, cheek to cheek. That was also a day, where you'd come to know that, one of his greatest weaknesses, are your kisses.

Your sixteenth birthday was celebrated with double the avidity and zeal, as it was made official to the world that you had found your mate on the same day, and you had found him in a certain tiger hybrid, your Tae. You grew even closer since then. It was timorous at first between you two, as your whole relationship had changed, for you and for the world, but then because your love for each other was the same, and if not, even more, you both became each other's need.

You knew that at some point, you'd have to leave your home to make your own living, therefore, to get a taste of it, you started to work. It was a part-time job in a decent diner, which paid you enough to make you and your family proud of yourself. You were finally able to call something 'your hard earned income', and you were ecstatic. But work also comes with responsibility, therefore there were times you had to work longer than your shift, and came back home tired as ever. Nonetheless, you would flash the largest grin, when Tae would welcome you with open arms and a striped tail wagging behind him, at the entrance of the house. You both would cuddle with each other all night long, while sharing secrets, giggles, warmth, and your love. Those were the kind of nights where you'd go blind to everything but your soulmate.

There were times when the 22 year old tiger would lock himself away for hours on end in his room, leaving you confused and pondering over the reasons for this behavior. At those times, your parents would just exchange an unreadable look, which had become quite known to you, yet you couldn't know what that actually meant. Your parents would give vague answers when you'd ask, and brush you away, or deviate from the topic. Those were the only times your parents would be worried about a tiger being your soulmate.

At night, when you'd miss him, you'd quietly make your way and stand in front of the door which separated you, but never knock, and try to feel his emotions on the other side. You'd hear what seemed like whimpers and moans, but you'd never dare knock, as told to you by your parents.

There had been an instance, where as usual you'd made your way to his room, standing outside the door, like you usually did. But what had startled you were the deep sounds which were split between growls and moans, and the next thing you knew was the heavy scratching on the other side of the door, and you felt him. It was as if he wanted to be out, but at the same time he was refraining himself. And that very moment you felt his silent plead, for you to go away. With tears in your eyes, you had run for your room, where you stayed awake on your bed the entire night.

You had searched the entire net for information, as your parents were zip lipped on this, and had finally concluded, that when he would lock himself in his room for hours without seeing you, your mate would be facing his heat. It was an animalistic urge to mark and mate with your partner, which was almost impossible to control. Therefore, as you were underage and unprepared for such a commitment yet in your age, he would suffer through his thing alone.

You wanted to, with all your heart, but couldn't help him through his pain, unless you were an adult. So you'd support him morally, you'd sit in front of his room the entire night, covering your scent with lotions and perfumes, and share his pain through the separating doors.

As you crossed 18, and your mate, 24, you decided to move out of your childhood home, to make you own life. Your parents had an apartment on the other side of the city, well furnished with all you could need. So with your belongings and your mate's, you both moved into your new place, your new home.

Half a year through living comfortably in your apartment, here you are, on your black leather couch, scrolling through your Instagram, with a furry head on top of your lap. The television was blaring nonsense into the silence, not getting any attention from the members of the living space. The black siberian tiger hybrid had recently dyed his hair jet black, to match with his hair, the inspiration being his best friend, a cat hybrid, Yoongi, who had dyed his hair blonde.

You are enjoying a video of the cutest cat on Instagram, when a hand grabs your wrist, bringing it to his head. Knowing this gesture very well, you start playing with his hair, twirling a few strands around your fingers, and purr runs out his lips.

Wanting to add a comment on the recently posted picture of your friend, you take your hand back unconsciously to hold the device better. Tae huffs in annoyance, which you fail to hear. He tugs your wrist back to his head, and you mutter a 'sorry' absentmindedly, still very focused on your phone, and run your fingers through his hair lightly. He closes his eyes in peace.

A few minutes pass, and you withdraw your hand again unconsciously, to type a message, and Taehyung has had enough. He hastily sits up, snatches away your phone, and tosses it to land luckily on the single couch. He then glares at you with hooded dark eyes that takes your breath away, literally. He then comes back again to settle his head down on your lap, and you inhale shakily. There is something about that look he gave you, and you read the underlying message in it, which basically meant that he's the dominant one.

Without having to be said, you start running your fingers through his locks, a rouge on your cheeks and you gulp, as he stares up at you with the same hooded dark eyes as a few moments earlier.

Your fingers tense, as he leans up a little to run the tip of his nose on your wrist, his eyes still boring into yours. Your fingers pause on his scalp, when he inhales the scent on your skin, and a smirk curved the side of his lips.

"You smell like me. I like it."

He is octaves lower than his already deep voice, and that, you find incredibly sexy. Why, you don't know yet, but, your body says you want to. So you lean down and place your lips on his forehead, as if you don't own your body anymore, and keep the contact of your skins firm. A low growl leaves him, and your lips curve up against his skin, knowing that your kiss is working its magic like every other time.

You withdraw yourself millimetres back to stare into his eyes, which turn darker than ever in front of your own. You feel the air around you grow hotter by the second, and there's sparks around you, and in your eyes. Currents are felt where you're touching and have touched, and they flow straight to your hearts, which are beating louder than ever.

You slightly angle your head and move slightly to the left, which make your lips hover right above his. You feel his every breath against your lips, which makes you look at his, and wonder how can his every feature be so very perfect.

You brush your lips on his, and exhale softly, not being able to take it anymore.

"Do it, Eunbin-ah. Kiss me..." His voice is a mere whisper and you do as told, without making him do so twice.

You kiss him.

Your very first kiss.

His very first kiss.

It's a feeling like never before, for the both of you. It's just a mere contact of lips on each other at first, then a little movement adds to the feeling, making it slow and passionate, but then the greed to feel more drives the both of you to do it with extreme fervour, zeal, and ardour.

The air around you energizes with the heated and frenzied gestures to convey your love to each other. You are fully lost into it, and your head move to cup his chin and head. His tongue gently grazes your upper lip, which brings you back to the world. You release a low moan, and instantly feel heavily embarrassed, but he eases it with a chuckle which warms your entire chest.

You pull back a little, to dive into the windows to his soul with your own, and witness the desire in his eyes colour his entire orbs black, just like the fur on his ears. You bring your fingertips just behind his striped black and white triangular ears, and rub the fur gently, and his eyes are shut immediately, squeezing in what you read as pleasure. His eyes open again, and there's hunger in them, along with words only you could read in the entire universe. He wants to mark you.

Without a word spoken, you bring your head down again, this time angling it in such a way that your neck is directly in his reach. Your lips graze his cheekbone and his human ears are well in reach for you.

Your eyes close shut immediately, when he leaves a kiss on your neck. He then attaches his mouth to your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, to your collarbone, and back. He finds a spot on your neck, which instantly makes you shudder, and he immediately starts licking just there. Your body grows hotter, with heat rushing up your neck, to your cheeks, and down to your stomach. You feel your stomach coil as he opens his mouth over your skin and starts sucking the skin there. He starts marking you.

As he sucks, you can feel his tongue licking simultaneously there, easing out the stinging sensation. You gasp, when his teeth graze and nibble on your sensitive spot.

The television is long forgotten, and Taehyung can only hear your heavy breathing and soft, low moans. He feels his heart jumping in his chest, he fears at a point, that it would come out.

Your fingers find again, his sensitive ears, and you start caressing them. He hums against your neck, the vibration sending shivers throughout your body.

He slowly detaches his mouth from your skin, and licks it carefully. He finally kisses it, possessively, then draws you closer by grabbing your neck and kisses you on the forehead, and then on the lips. This one is slow yet possessive, lustful yet passionate. It is beautiful, the moment and the atmosphere, which has turned from something fervent and fierce, to impassioned and heartfelt.

The mark you have on the neck is fresh, turning a beautiful deep purple, indicating that someone owns your heart and you.

You both have a newer connection now, and you can feel it in your chains, and in your heart, which is now connected to his.

When you look into his eyes now, you see him differently, he is the same Tae you had met in your childhood, but you see him now, as a grown up, young hybrid.

You see him as your soulmate, your life.

You grin at him, when his eyes run from yours, yet returning a sheepish grin. You cup one of his cheeks, and while caressing it, lean in and place a kiss just below his Adam's Apple, and grin again, feeling him gulp and release a shaky sigh. You lean up again, to look into his eyes, which you find already on you.

He hurriedly stands up and pulls you up with him, dragging you across the living room and into the bedroom, defeating all those who questioned your unity, the unity of a hybrid and a human, a predator and a prey.

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Black Siberian Tiger

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Do not copy storyline.

¬ Hajin

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ She was so close of not wanting to get out of that car because of him. The way he touches her, how his body reacts to her touches, his lips, perfume filling her head of unholy thoughts, and how he gives her so much security, that makes her comfortable enough to be open up to him. If the car ride was a bit longer, they would delay to get out of it… Neither of them wanted to cease their actions. Both seemed completely lost in each other's care. ⎯ Elizabeth also wanted to kiss him all day long, however, she did not want to deal with Beau's tantrum, none wanted it. This trip is supposed to be fun, so a lot of things was good to ignore. It is so exciting first trip with her little family. She never imagined she would've this opportunity, there is no way she wants to waste it. ⎯ The thing about Alexander for her wasn't because he was rich, or he was the father of the babies, or his obvious physique in which anyone could tell she was a big weakness for him. It was the way he is, genuine, raw, behind of all that stiffness there is a softness hiding beneath of it all. One part he is too blind to notice.

She knows he isn't a man of words, or touches, therefore she never pressured him. Elizabeth wanted to be the person he is comfortable with to talk about everything. ⎯ The Aussie rubs the back of his hand, feeling the callouness from him, and a soft smile plastered on her delicate features. Liz chuckled at the comment about their son. She rolled her eyes playfully shaking her head, tilted it slightly back, before meeting his gaze. ❛ I'm screwed. ❜ She jests, watching him kissing her knuckles. ⎯ ❛ Yeah, I think me either. But we spend a lot of time arguing, if we were together, not after the Italian entry. ❜ She mused. ❛ Steak Tartare. ❜ She winks playfully at him, as they orders arrived at the table, and she untangle her hands from his, and picked another napkin cloth, and put on her lap, and begin to eat her carpaccio, and drinking her Coca-Cola Zero. Alex's entries were was cute the decoration. ❛ I don't think I'd have courage to eat these, because it's too cute. ❜

There is some kind of food that looks so beautiful that you don't want to eat it to destroy it. This is exactly the kind of food her man requested. She heard him asking a drink for her, but the way he was so… Fancy, she imagined the drink might have a beautiful representation. ❛ Oh! I can't wait to see your drink for me. ❜

——he smiled against her lips at the response; though got distracted as she arched her body into his touch, rolling her hips against him once more, pulling her closer. the smell of her perfume, her touches, the way their lips met; it was making him needy for more of her. the way she was pressed against him paired with how her hands trailed over his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt was a very bad combination at present. yet, he also didn’t cease touching her, hands sliding higher on her thighs, massaging. fingers pressing hard into the soft, toned skin. a smirk formed on his lips as she broke the kiss, gasped when his thumbs rubbed along her folds. his mouth pressed against her throat, but he didn’t pull his hands away, not until the car came to a halt. It was impossible to resist her, he had been wanting to kiss her all fucking day, but god forbid none would want to deal with Beau’s temper tantrum because of that. the thing with her though is that this isn’t purely physical; of course, he is fucking attracted to her, but this isn’t the only thing he gets out of their relationship. there is a different kind of intimacy in their relationship, too, it’s not just about sex or physical attraction. he had tried to ignore it and avoid it, it had partially worked the first time, but finding her again after the nearly three years of being away, he didn’t want to push her away again.

Alexander might still be getting comfortable with intimate touches, especially to initiate them, but he shows his love and care through actions; and gifts; like giving her his card so she won’t worry about spending, or this trip to Disneyland, or booking the entire restaurant for the night; from smaller to bigger things. He likes to take care of her, and that is something she doesn’t of him, something he does on his own ( and he is pretty good at it, too, because he really means every little thing with the best intentions for her ). words are also hard, but he tries to work on this too; it is nice to hear some things from time to time, just like he had when she told him she loves him —had also called him an idiot, but that wasn’t the point, he was being pretty unreasonable. but he also likes it when she initiates something, and is more comfortable with it, too, now; just like as she held his hand in that moment and he smiled softly at her words. “Beau is your bodyguard,” he joked, “impossible to get him out of your arms.” not without a tantrum anyway. “must be hard for you,” he began in a teasing tone, “to have two men be obsessed with you…” he laughed lightly, bringing her hand to his lips. pressed a chaste kiss across her knuckles. he shook his head as she laughed at his reaction, thinking how she was absolutely endearing for it, but doesn’t say it, only looked at her. “oh, I don’t think me and your father could have dinner here at the same table.” he laughed at her observation, stroking his thumb across her knuckles. there are a lot of French foods he absolutely can’t stand; the smell, the appearance of the dish; and that comes from a man used to a lot of awful smells; the smell of death, of blood, of burnt flesh.

a nod followed her confirmation of allowing him to get her a drink. “have you decided what you want to eat?” he asked as he toyed with her fingers a little; she had said that she was going to eat, and she had only had breakfast, so he was going to hold her to it. the waiter brought their orders and he ordered a Lavender French 75 for her —he isn’t a fan of cocktails in general but had tried this at a reception ( it was the only thing served ) and it was pretty neat, if a little sweet for his taste, but it had champagne and gin, hence when she mentioned both drinks, he had thought of that.

[popculturebuffet]

*Goofy and Launchpad are hanging a banner*

Banner: CONGRADULATIONS SENIOR WOODCHUCK VIOLET!

Huey: Excellent work guys.. and it only took three hours, four broken lamps.. several jabs in the eyes.. some bloodloss but you did it.

Dewey and Louie: (Walk in)

Louie: So what's all this?

Huey: A party for violet.. I thought she deserved a celebration.. I mean her parents took her out after but you can't get enough and I got one even though I turned it down because I did a terrible thing to try and get it.

Della: And i'm proud of you sweetie... (Has been there thewhole time with boyd, both in uniform)

Huey: I also thought I should bring some of our fellow woodchucks.. but most were small children and our house is a deathtrap on a normal day so for obvious reasons I invited the nigh indescrutable robot who my best friend can repair and my mom who lives here. I mean mom still counts. She's also going to try and start corunning meetings since .. how do I put this nicely.

Della: Launchpad your a terrible Chuckleader

Launchpad: Entirely accurate. And you look hot in that uniform

Della: Also entirely accurate. And while throwing a party for the person who defeated you in compettition isn't MY style, I prefer to sulk and swear vengance, I am PROUD of you for being the bigger duck. Metaphorically she's not a duck and her hair gives her a slight advantage.

Boyd: I"m just happy to be invited. As was my brother.

Louie: HUEY NO HUEY WHY HUEY WHY

Huey: "A woodchuck always invites another woodchuck"..though thankfully the guidebook also says "A woodchuck always obeys restraining orders" so the most he can do is creepily lurk outside.

Doofus:(Breathing heavily and creepily into the closest window from outside)

Louie: Eugh... but we're not going outside for this? Please say no.

Huey: We were but for obvious reasons I cancled the outside portion. I also laid out the solicitor traps with picutres of goldie so HOPEFULLy he'll evnetually end up in one of those. Your my brother, I take your eneimies as seriously as I do my oath as a junior woodchuck. Plus he scares me too.

BOYD: Oh he's not so bad. He stopped holding a knife to my throat while I was powered down after mama and poppa told him to only three times!

Webby: (Riding in on a cartload of snacks and books ) I got the suplies for your party! Almonds like she likes, some salmon and some light reading. You are such a good friend.

Louie: Sure that's ALLL he wants to be.

Huey: (panicked) yeah of COURSE I do... why would you say that?

Dewey: Ohhh Huey's got a girlfriend, huey's got a girlfriend, come on eveyrbody!

Dewey and Della: Huey's got a girlfriend, huey's got a girlfriend!

Boyd: HUEY"S GOT A PARTNER TO SHARE HIS HOPES AND DREAMS WITH MOCKING TONE

Dewey: Your learning buddy

Boyd: We have never met before.

Dewey: We haven't have we? ... why haven't we? I always wanted a robot buddy to laugh at my jokes and do wacky hyjinks with.

Boyd: And I always wanted a third friend!

Della: Sorry son force of habit.

Huey: I do not like violet.. just because she's pretty.. and smarter than me.. and she smells nice.. which I only know because she flew me out of danger after I didn't do the same in a moment of weakness... and she's also awwkawrd with people... and fine I do.

Webby: EHHHH MY BROTHER LIKES MY BEST FRIEND... I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. WE NEED A PLAN.

Huey: I have one it's called be nice and hope she notices.

Della: Oh baby child no. You have to actually make a move. Don't be like your uncle donald

Donald: (Burts in from the back) Stop telling the boys that! I mean it's probably true but it hurts.

Della: I was telling dewey to actually MAKE a move and not just wait for her to notice.

Donald: Oh... then your mother is absolutley right.

Huey: You taught me that!

Donald: And I was very wrong and i'm very much alone and i'll probably die alone aside from you guys. I'm okay with that.

Della: Okay i'm going to put a pin in that because your going to die alone over my dead body.

Donald: We talked scrooge out of us sharing a casket though.

Della: Again pin my baby needs me, Huey just be honest, be yourself... and just don't corner her.. just ask her nicely to go to a movie, or a library or an abandoned condo built on an native american buiral ground.

Webby: Thanks again for the date spot suggestion by the way. Lena loved it.

Della: your welcome. I have enoguh mom for all of you.. includingt he tiny robot and the grown man who misses his child.

Goofy: Awwww...

Louie: Wait why IS goofy here?

Donald: He's rooming with me. I still had the spare room and he has empty nest.. plus he needs a new house after the old one burned down.

Goofy: It's just like college!

Huey: But I"m.. scared okay? besides her being objectivley better than me, I had BOYD run the satstics.

BOYD: But your still great.

Huey: Thank you, what if she dosen't want that or dosen't feel that way?

Louie: Then you'll be awkard around each other for a while.. you were going to be ANYWAY if you don't tell her and either way the awkward goes away. You got this man. She's a nerd, your a nerd, your all nerds.

Launchpad: (Happily) hey!

Louie: You got this. We're all in your corner.

Doofus: (from outside still) Even me... though if you fail i'm going for that.

Webby: (cheerfully) If you even THINK about hitting on my best friend again I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and bury you where no will ever find you.

Doofus: Ohhhh I won't.. your much more intresting.

Webby: Ewwwww.. I have a girlfriend. Also your objectivley disgusting in every way shape or form.

Doofus: Well I (gun cocks) Am being threatned by your help. Good day to you. (Runs off)

Louie: MRs. b, did you ever know that your my hero?

Beakly: (beams proudly and then goes back to her gardening)

Dewey: Louie's right, while I will mock you constnatly you got this. Plus you got her best friend in her corner.

Webby: Yeah.. though if you ever hurt her i'll do to you what i'll probably have to do to doofus one day

Huey: That is entirely fair and I will accept my death without a struggle.

Webby: See you are good boyfriend material!

Huey: Though I doubt I mean she couldn't possibly...

MEANWHILE: not far from the house, Lena and Violet are walking

Violet: Feel the same way. I mean... for one your around.

Lena: I appricate the compliment but i'm dating his sister. And i'm also VERY gay. Like our dad's gay. Like huey's mom is turbo bi.

Violet: Yes i've read the "Bi as explitive" t-shirt she wore when we first met her. But besides a lack of better options why me? I'm stilted, I do not get people, and until a few months ago my only friend was learning.

Lena: Take out stilted and you just described him too. Your similar enough to really click but just diffrent enough it won't get boring.

Violet: But you nad webby

Lena: Are opposites. Yes this is true. But it's not ALL relationships. Sometimes you date someone just like you, sometimes you don't.. I mean our dad's aren't exactly the same either, but their amazing. And so are you. I may not belivie in most people, But I belivie in you. (they arrive at the gates, violet has been in uniform naturally) Now get in there and get that nerd, Nerd.

Violet: (has been tearing up slightly and hugs her sister) You are the best sibling I never asked for.

Lena: (Hugs her back) right back atcha

(Inside)

Dewey: (holding a cake shaped like violet's head and eating it directly with his mouth) I got the cake

Huey: This isa why I set up a decoy.. three of htem.

(Della and launchpad are also holding hteir own cakes)

Della: But i'd never...

Huey: You would if this wasn't so important to me, so I feel your behavior deserves to be rewarded. Now if you'll excuse me I need to hide my emotions. (Waves hand over face.. and still looks like a nervous mess) There no one will notice

Louie: Huey she's a nerd not blind. Look man, your amazing, you are a catch.. I mean not at our age or even in highschool but eventually scrooge will die and you'll be richer because you'll probably invent something that makes you rich before that. As I said just go for it man, just find an opportunity and cease it.. we're all backing you up. And if it fails, we'll be there to pick you up. Now go get that nerd.

Huey: Right.. i'm just going to pen the door and

Duckworth: Masters violet and lena... (Leads them into the foyer) Also nicely done.. and thank you for asking my permission though in the future as long as your uncle is uninvolved you need only give me a heads up so he can hide from it.

Huey: Thank you duckworth.. ahme... ta-da!

Violet: (blushes) It's wonderful... and is that a bookshelf? And.. is that terry pratchetts complete works? And a cake shaped like my head.. may I?

Huey: (Hands her a knife)

Violet: (Cuts in) And it's an exact repleica of my interior cranimum. I knew you wanted those x-rays for a reason b esides curosity you rascal

Huey: (Blushes) I uh.. thanks

Violet: (Blushes bakc) Uh any time)

Della: Awwww

Huey: Hey violet I was uh wondering,, I uh..

Violet: ... okay so he does feel the same wya tha'ts a relief. You were right Lena

Huey: Wait what?

Louie: You had to give her the pep talk too huh?

Lena: Yup.. I mean she is usuually confident

Louie: Not so true here...

Dewey: I"m fine with that.. it's what makes him loveable.. that and it means i'm not 100% teh donald

Della: Nah you got too much of my genetics for that.

Huey: Okay I can handle this okay..

Violet: Oh god you really aren't intrested

Huey: No I am I am but why me? I"m not even a senior woodchuck.

Violet: no but when given the easy out you didn't take it, you took the honorable path. YOu also are smart, adorable, and do not mind the fact I speak more roboticaly than our actual robot friend.

BOYD: 4 friends!

Huey: An dyou.. dont' seem bothered that I kinda sorta a little am nervous.

Violet: If you mean extremley yes but I find it cute.

Huey: I.. uh (Blushes0 uhhhhh... youralsobrillantandcuteandIlikeyourhairandthewayyousmellandIknowthat'sweirdbutIwasupwindofyousoicouldn'thelpitandiwnattobeyourboyfriendeventually

Louie:Wow just.. wow.. I mean I expected it to be bad but that is art

Violet: I accept (Smooches his cheek) Now let's dig into my head shall we? I call frontal lobe

Lena: I want a large portion of skull

Webby: I get the eyes.

(The two nerds hold hands and head for the cake)

FIN

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im straight up copying nihi rn bc she sent me these but theyre gOOD so! does kael think he's a good person? and r there any emotions he can't handle, or is he good @ keeping his emotions in check?

hc/meta q’s / not a meme, i just wanted to talk abt kael so always accepting

The first question actually has a complicated answer; Kael doesn’t know what he thinks. He’s very much torn between being confident in his moral compass and the way it has developed since he left military life behind but, at the very time, he doesn’t know whether or not he really ought to trust his own perception of morality. Second-guessing himself? Second nature. Kael would certainly like to believe he’s a good person but he isn’t sure he has the right to decide on his own. This conviction that his past does and will always define him, despite the fact part of him knows it’s not true, keeps him from truly seeing himself as a wholly good person; there’s no erasing the fact that, above all else, he’s killed people. Innocent people. People raised and living the same way as him, used by the very same system and groomed from childhood to fight for a cause that was all but thrust upon their shoulders. That one detail really sticks with him. Yes, he did come to learn it was wrong but why did it take him so long? Why didn’t he always know? These are the sorts of questions he asks himself, even in spite of knowing it’s far more complicated than and he cannot help the way he was raised.

Even without all of that (although it’s kind of a hard thing to ignore because, as much as his past doesn’t define him per se, it has dictated who he has become), I think Kael just doesn’t know what to make of himself. He knows he’s not a bad person besides that but he doesn’t necessarily believe he’s a good person. He’s got flaws and a somewhat skewed moral compass. Kael cares a lot about his morals and stands by them, and he’d much rather help people than watch harm come to them but he tends to work according to his own rulebook. He’s more than willing to do things that might seem socially unacceptable if he believes that 1) there’s nothing really wrong with it/nobody’s going to get hurt and 2) it serves in doing good further down the line. 

I’d say that, at his core, Kael is a good person and, ultimately, he cares a lot about people as a whole. His decision to leave the Galbadian military was a largely moral decision and a decision he made because he cares about people. It doesn’t necessarily appear as though he’s this sort of person because nerves and a lack of opportunity to either integrate himself into normal society or cope with his trauma mean that he’s often closed off. That, and a naturally blunt disposition/sharp sense of humour tend to put him in situations where people assume he’s FAR colder than he is. Kael is actually a very warm and compassionate person and he really fucking cares. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that’s how Kael views it.

Leading on from that, the topic of emotions and how to handle them is equally complicated. Kael was raised to keep a tight grip on his emotions and to keep them from clouding his thoughts or, at the very least, from showing on his face. His upbringing was one that prioritised strength over most other traits and emotions were often branded weakness. This was never something Kael was good at. He’s always been a very emotional person and he tends to act on impulse, driven on by his feelings. Because of this, Kael did not learn to control his emotions but, in an attempt to avoid being scolded by his instructors or reprimanded (or even ridiculed) for his character, he instead learned how to mask his feelings. You could argue these two things are the same but what I mean to say is that these feelings didn’t become any less big or overwhelming for Kael, he just learned how to numb himself, even as a child. He’s a very internal person so he tends to let stuff bubble up on the inside without letting it show but that does not mean he ever learned how to control his emotions. Technically, this does mean he looks like someone who keeps his emotions in check but he can only pull it off for so long; if things grow to be too overwhelming, he WILL crack.

There are a few emotions, however, he struggles with hiding. Overall, he’s best at masking sadness and misery. I think people can tell that he’s not a particularly happy person overall but he’s learned to mostly keep to himself in that respect and to avoid letting on when he’s really feeling especially upset or low. If someone knows him well enough, they could probably work out when he’s faking his way through stuff but, to the untrained eye, things are less clear. 

As for what he’s worst at masking, it’s a tie between two. The first is anger. He can keep his anger to himself in less severe cases but when he’s really burning up and something has him really pissed off, especially something to which he holds some sort of moral objection, his anger is often very obvious. Despite what I said before, this is especially true if his anger mixes with sadness in some form (i.e; he’s angry because something has genuinely upset him). Again, Kael is very impulsive and lets his feelings inform most of his decisions, anger being no exception. In fact, he’s every easily blinded by his own anger if he’s upset enough. Kael isn’t an angry person overall, I wouldn’t say, and he certainly isn’t aggressive (and he isn’t violent unless threatened) but his anger is something he does struggle to control. 

The second emotion he has trouble masking is falls at the opposite end of the spectrum; joy. Although I can’t see why he’d have any need for such an ability, Kael isn’t great at covering up when he’s happy. I mean, say he does need to hide it for some reason, he’s usually very easy to read and, unlike the sadness scenario, this is possibly even easier if you’re not extremely close to him because there’s a definite shift in demeanour. To those who know him very well, this shift isn’t too shocking because Kael is naturally a more energetic and active person; he doesn’t really sit still (ever) and he’s a lot brighter than people expect him to be. A genuine very happy Kael tends to reflect this side of his personality a lot more so, if he’s really happy or excited about something, it will absolutely show, written clear across his face. He also tends to fidget a lot more (although this is also true if he’s upset or nervous; overall, he’s just very fidgety) but this mostly ties in with his inability to stay still for too long at a time.