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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 6 months

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 8

Hope you enjoy <3 comment and tell me what u liked about it :D it gives me liiiife

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Of course, getting into the town would be the first issue. Considering how coldly the guards had treated him earlier, attempting to casually paddle into the settlement would probably end up in disaster.

Thankfully, he wasn’t trained by Batman for nothing.

Damian stalked along the seafloor, flattening his sail and trying his best to avoid looking flashy. He kept a close eye for any patrols or wandering farmers, but the field was empty except for crops. They had likely turned in for the day, which worked out just fine for him.

Floral smells blanketed the field in a deep haze. It was oddly familiar with how vegetables smelled on land: verdant and pastoral, comforting. If he wanted to, he could probably pluck the greens growing on the edge of the field and bring them back to Phantom.

But there was likely even better food in the town proper, and medical supplies, and weapons.

So Damian pushed on. He absentmindedly nibbled some produce on the way, replenishing the energy he had squandered in his attempts to hunt. The crops were tall enough to completely obscure his body even if he were upright.

By the time Damian had crossed the fields, it was fully night time, and the field was cast with pitch black darkness, the moon obscured by cloud cover. The only light came from tiny windows out of the Atlanteans’ homes. Excellent. The cover of night was the best time to perform illicit activities.

Damian watched as the guards from earlier exited what was likely their barracks, alongside other guards. The building stood about three stories tall, with reinforced mud and stone lining its outer walls. The men and women filed out of the of barracks, armour half-undone and spears loosely gripped, laughing amongst themselves.

“The sirens trade to make another play at us. Some scrappy kid demanding shit. Could you believe it?” The man from earlier said. A chorus of laughter erupted. Damian turned his nose up at them from the rooftop he was perched upon.

Good thing about being underwater is that you didn’t need any grappling hooks to get up onto tall places. The locals didn’t either, which is why Damian kept a finger on the pulse of his lateral line, letting it warn him if anything came near.

Damian mentally noted its location, and continued. Most of the night patrols seemed to focus on covering the outskirts of the town, while Damian was already inside and in little danger of being discovered. After another brief search along the rim, carefully flitting between shadow to shadow, Damian found the jackpot. The storehouse.

It was a small mound dug into the rock with two large wooden doors and a lock. His nose picked up the same scent heavy in the area as out in the field, meaning that was likely where they stored their food.

Damian sensed no other people in the area, so he went to work. Unsheathing his claws, Damian set to work on the lock. He’d never picked an Atlantean lock before, but he was trained by Batman, so it posed little threat to him. With a click, the lock came open, and he pushed the storehouse doors just enough for him to slip inside, before closing it behind him.

Immediately he was assaulted by fragrancies and delicate flavours from every direction. Off to one side piles of crops were stacked up in neat rows. On the other side, hooks suspended the carcasses of fish.

Suddenly, Damian was made very aware of his lack of pockets.

Right, time to reroute, then.

Damian’s spine tingled. He dashed to the top of the storehouse, just as the door swung open and a pale blue light shined in.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” The soldier asked. He was a different one from the pair he had encountered earlier. This one was a bit older, a bit deeper in the voice. His posture was surprisingly relaxed, given the circumstances.

Damian could practically trace his gaze moving upward. Blast. Humans usually neglected to consider the verticality of their environment, and he could not afford to be discovered.

Damian descended up on the man. He gave a brief yelp, before Damian brought the Anti-Creep Stick upon his head. In swift fashion, the Atlantean crumpled up on the floor, still.

Maybe there was such a use for a blunt weapon anyway.

Dragging the Atlantean and tying him up in the corner, Damian set about on his task. Checking for any other interlopers, he quietly snuck out of the storehouse. It took him no time at all to trace his steps (his fin-strokes?) back to the barracks.

Careful to stay to the shadows, Damian landed on top of the barracks. The windows were small enough that a regular Atlantean could not squeeze through, but Damian’s meagre size could. Through the window, he took a peek. The room was empty. It seemed like an office of some kind, full of cabinets and paperwork.

Stalking the perimeter of the building yielded similar results. Of course the armory would be a little more secure than out in the open next to a window. There were about two guards in the entire building, which was perfectly fine by him. He’d broken into much more guarded places.

Tucking his fins flat against his scales, Damian squeezed through the window into an unoccupied hallway. The doors on the far right and far left, he had already seen. There were three more doors in the middle.

Sniff sniff… No scent coming from the first door. His lateral line tingled briefly, but the signal was weak, so it was probably detecting the residents of the building on a different floor.

The door was unlocked, which only sank Damian’s already low opinion of these people, and revealed a storage room, full of cabinets, and more paperwork.

Rubbing his hands clean of the stench, Damian investigated the second and third doors. Still nothing. He’d forgotten how much he missed Oracle’s intel. When was the last time he’d gone into a building solely off his own info?

Damian wiggled out of the window he’d come in. Time to do this the hard way.

It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to find the armory. Atlantean floor planning conventions were completely different to anything he’d ever imagined. He had some close calls with the two guards, which was embarrassing because it was only because he was about ready to pull his hair out looking for the damn place.

Eventually, on the toop floor (because of course it was the top floor), Damian found his prize. In one room, medicine, painkillers, bandages and splints practically spilling out of shelves and drawers. In another, scores of swords, bows and arrows, spears, as well as more magical water-bearers lined the walls. More importantly, bags and satchels. Damian wasted no time slinging two bags over his back, carefully minding his sensitive sail, and one satchel around his waist, and helping himself to whatever supplies he could gather.

It was as Damian was securing the last of his loot that a shrill scream sent every fin on his body standing straight up like goosebumps.

“S-S-S-s-SIREEN!” A young man’s voice cried out. Damian whipped his head around to see one of the guards staring right at him, his body quivering in terror.

A piercing alarm rang out. Dammit.

Damian bared his teeth at the man. Almost immediately, the guard passed out. At least that’s one problem solved.

Squeezing out the windows was more difficult this encumbered, but Damian had to be quick, or else the heightened security would pin him down. He gave his surroundings a once over. Guards were beginning to pour into the entrance of the barracks, giving him a moment to pull the last of his ill-gotten gains through,

“Hey you, stop!” An Atlantean ordered from overhead. Damian charged the wrist ray and fired two shots at her. One hit her shoulder and knocked her back. With her line of sight broken, Damian dove for the shadows.

Ducking and weaving between buildings, Damian found the streets crawling with search parties. He was forced to turn different corners, squeeze into boxes, and jerk out of the way before search lights could fall upon him, all as soldiers shouted orders and call outs.

It was positively nerve-wracking. Finally, he returned to the food storehouse, now with two soldiers poking their heads in. That won’t do at all. There was no more time for stealth.

Damian rushed up to one of the guards, and bashed his head in. The other one cried out, and pulled out a conch shell, but Damian blasted it out of his hands before he could sound the alarm. The Atlantean thrust his spear with both hands, but Damian was much faster. The Anti-Creep Stick slammed into the man’s helmet. The helmet vibrated back and forth with a dizzying ring and the guard went down.

The small siren boy rushed into the storehouse and stuffed whatever he could find into his bags, and rushed out. Meat, vegetables, fruit, he cared not, for he had no time to.

Bright light briefly blinded him.. “There he is! Get him!” Five patrol guards. Too many. Time was up. The patrol guards alerted more with a conch shell. They held spears at the ready. “Surrender now and we won’t have to take this any further, siren!”

Hah! They underestimated his tenacity.

Damian’s tail, which had been carrying him for hours now, was so sore it felt like it was about to fall off, but adrenaline animated it with supernatural zeal. He fired the wrist ray at will. The guards were forced to scatter as Damian dashed for the bounds of the settlement. Spears shot out, one almost nicking him in the tailfin, but Damian learned from Phantom’s tactics and kept low, zig zagging to throw off their aim. Soldiers poured out of the streets, firing arrows and spears at the young boy. Soon Damian was outside the limits of town. He dove underneath the field of crops, hoping the lose the soldiers.

The guards scattered out above him. His lateral line went crazy, pinging every single soldier in close range and putting him on high alert.

“There, in the seagrass!”

A spear narrowly missed his sail.

Damian recalled Phantom’s tactics. He flipped himself and swam belly up. With a clear shot, he began to pelt the guards with continuous shots from the wrist ray. An arrow sailed right for him, but Damian saw it clearly. He knocked it away with a flick of his sword. Another guard cut him off in front. The man lunged for him with arms outstretched, but soon learnt how bad of an idea engaging him in stabbing range was.

Before long, Damian had exited the field, and was rapidly approaching the ravine. The guards came hot on his tail, but as Damian descended into the depths, the narrow passageways and foreboding darkness meant that he was alone.

All in a god day’s work for Robin.

#dpxdc #danny fenton #merman #damian wayne #danny phantom #dcxdp #merboy #angst #mermaid au #acab for atlanteans i guess xD #de aged damian #mer damian #aquaman isn't in this one #yet

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mrsdeliberatecreater · 1 month

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hi, im sorry for bothering u right now. ive been asking around for advice everywhere because i really need all the help i could use right now. my anxiety is flaring up like crazy because my results come out tomorrow and im so scared because if i mess this up then my future is ruined. my mental health has been horrible and that has severely affected my grades but in most asian countries they dgaf about that and basically think it's nonexistant for minors so ofc i'm still undiagnosed, and if i were to apply to a uni i wouldnt get any good chances anywhere. if i could just get 3 Bs in my AS levels it would be okay or else i'd have to retake it and it's super costly here.. i don't wanna put my family through that because they'll talk me down, degrade me, destroy my self esteem which i've managed to build back a little. they were like this since when i was the topper and thats what made me burnout. undiagnosed adhd, trauma, depression also contributed to it

im applying the law, but instead of the feeling of success that everyone else gets i feel panicked. the 'feeling' people usually get when they're in the wish fulfilled state, the feeling of accepting it and it being real—im not getting that. i dont see a clear picture when i visualize. every time i try to, i end up breaking down and feeling like a failure... but I'm still trying to go on because why is it that the people who hurt me and practically ruined my life get to live successfully, while i suffer? thats not fair... i promised myself that if i could just get 3 Bs, ill turn my life around and work really hard... but is it over for me? i want to win, im trying to, but im scared

im trying my best to visualize myself getting 3 Bs, reenacting my friends faces when i get the results, praying to God and thanking Him for blessing me and continuing to bless me, but there is this fear still lingering at the back of my mind... i feel like I'm not doing it right. i have like one day left and I'm so nervous. im going over posts, tweets, and every time I feel a little better, it all comes crashing down because of doubts. theres only one thing one my mind right now: 'how am I gonna turn it around in one day?' i know that the 3D does not matter and that everything is done in imagination, but here i feel like its not done in imagination either

right now nothings clicking in my head, whatever i read is getting scrambled in my mind, i feel so lost and empty. could u please tell me what to do in this specific situation? u can be as harsh as you want if that's what's needed to get the point across. im really sorry for the bother and id be really grateful if u could please help out, ive never been this desperate before... my life cant be over before it even started

Okay love. I need you to do something for me. Take 3 deeeeep breaths.

Okay?

I understand you completely. I understand what are going through completely. I'm Indian, so I know how it can be. I got yelled at by my sister for thinking that I might have ADHD. 👀 Its all good now though. I also used to deal with debilitating anxiety two years ago.. I barely left my room, let alone go to school for a master's degree that I chose and got into serious debt for.. I'm not making this about me, but I just want you know that change is possible.

Anytime you start to feel bad, a anxiety attack coming on, I want you to just keep taking calming deep breaths and focus on the now. Focus on the things you see, things you can hear, smell, etc. Its the feeling of "now". Come back to the "now" as many times as needed if you feel negative thoughts. I would affirm, "Everything is okay, everything will be okay", pick an affirmation that feels natural to you, and affirm.

If you like subliminals, I would recommend: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zX6BKBzVgfk&t=4s This has stopped so many of my anxiety attacks before I learned to let them go..

If not keep doing the breathing exercises. You will find that by repetition this will eventually release the reasons for feeling anxiety in the first place. Take things one day at a time. If it gets bad, ask someone you trust for help.

We alll have doubts. Doubts are fine. As long as you are just focused on the end/wish fulfilled/affirming, you are fine, even with doubts. You don't need to believe with 100% everything till you burst a blood vessel. If you feel like your doubts are overwhelming you, decide that nothing, not even you can stop your desires from manifesting. <3

"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you". - Matthew 17:20

If you have the time, I would highly recommend IlluminatingJoy on youtube, especially her https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CT2xyCcoues&t=1727s

She has a really good grasp on manifestation and explains everything so well and accommodates it to fit our "logic", while completely validating human emotions. The exercise she does in this video is so so simple but seriously effective. I catch myself slipping at least once a day that would have spiraled if I hadn't done the exercise.

Also if you want to do this in a day, I want you to focus on your mental diet. Affirm affirm affirm.

If negative thoughts come up, you breathe and think "I can relax, I got all A's". Anything in the 3D reminds you think, "I can relax, I got what I wanted. Your family being mean to you? remember how in class after lunch, your teacher is talking but you're thinking about something else.

Also speaking of that, I know you said you can't your images clearly. That's fine. Visualizing is NOT imagination.

Visualizing is NOT imagination.

My visualizations are never clear and I manifest everything I imagine all the time. They all have that "vignette" effect lol..

Imagination can be a picture, it can be a smell, a touch, a voice, just how someone's clothes smell when they are standing really close to you like in an elevator. Like you can specifically smell it but you KNOW what I'm talking about right?

Your loved ones in your face? Use it YOUR ADVANTAGE. I used to hear my sister compliment me, it was easy to hear her voice. I primarily used her voice to fix our relationship. Cannot for the life of me picture her face properly but thats FINE.

You can use ANY of the senses, just one or two or all. Hear your family saying things you want in your mind. Hear them congratulating you, compliment you.

You can slowly work this into all the other aspects of your life...

By the way, you aren't lost and empty. You are a very caring person, you want to do things so that you don't let your family down, in spite of how they treat you. That to me is a genuinely caring person.

But you need to apply that same care to yourself. You don't need me to be harsh to you, YOU don't need to be harsh to you. You are working so hard to find answers but you ARE the answer. Its okay. Please just rest. Its all yours. Be more soft to yourself, be more kind to yourself, compliment yourself, you will start to see that kindness reflected in the 3D as well.

I have given you a lot of options here so you can pick and choose what makes YOU feel better so that YOU can focus on SELF because

Nothing to change but self

Reach out to me as many times as you would like, you could never bother me.

Nya 🌺

#law of assumption #neville goddard #manifestation #loa #manifesting #loassblog #subliminal #loassumption #robotic affirming #affirm and persist #affirmations

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thefifthsister-notactive · 2 years

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Ooh this is interesting!!! Could you write one for no. 15?

Btw love your stories. You are a wonderful writer!!! :)

Feel That

Post Dreamworld

This wasn’t like him. She knew he could do serious, had often shown that side of himself when comforting the families, tag teaming with her in interrogation... even in those times she’d let her guard down and he’d been wise enough not to be a smartass.

But she’d never seen him dejected. So weak and lacking the joyful childish side that sometimes drove her nuts. This was not Richard Castle. Not the Richard Castle she knew. Not her Rick, her love, the light that helped her through the dark.

She draws her finger down his nose, waits for him to look up at her and sees it lingering behind his eyes but knows that she can help. He’s helped her so many times. She knows she can do the same for him. Prod him out of himself, distract him from his misery for a while.

“How well do you know morse code?”

She watches a look she can only describe as bafflement across his face. “I’m sorry, did I space out in the middle of conversation? You may have actually spent too much time with me Beckett... you’re beginning to sound like me.”

She shudders playfully, relieved to hear him tease her but shakes her head in the negative. “No babe. Do you know it though? Dereck knows it, so you must have studied it at some point, right?”

“I’m really rusty,” Castle admits. “Why? You got a case or something?”

She bites her lip, tries to think of something else. “Okay, can you feel this then?” She draws a line across the back of his hand, smiles when he adjusts his position and tries to curl closer to her, takes the minute to revel in the smell of him, the feel of his hand in hers. The way his mind has shifted to her and she feels like she can do this. Can help him right now.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” he murmurs.

She moves her finger.

“Are you making shapes?” He asks when he feels her movements stop and changes directions.

“Follow along,” she whispers. He’d done this to her before. Had written out entire love letters across her back. Confessed the wonders of his heart to her when it was too tentative to voice them aloud.

She makes a dash and waits for him. He blinks up at her. “I’ll help you with the first,” and does the move again. “I”

He smiles, understanding the game.

He grins at her. “I love you t–”

He’s confused when she continues drawing.

He gasps. “Beckett!” But he laughs and squeezes her hand, watches the mischievous grin spread across her face, the way she leans closer to run her fingers through his hair, the way she watches his face like she’s making sure for the millionth time he’d made it.

“What? I went six weeks without it,” she shrugged. “I missed it, Rick.”

She was relieved to see him smirking, see the joy in his eyes, knowing she’d managed to get his mind off being sick for a few minutes. “I love you Rick. More than you know. I’m sorry you’re suffering but it’s gonna get better. And I’m here for whatever you need, okay? Stuck with me from here on out.”

He reaches for her hand again, squeezes it and she leans over, presses her lips gently to his. “I love you too honey. Maybe later you can give me a sponge bath?”

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Prompt: trying to make the other laugh

#castle fanfic #my fanfic #prompt fill #kate beckett #richard castle

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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im not very sure if you're doing abcs for the trio but if u do could u pls maybe do C N O and S for vlad? <3

No worries! I don't see why not, my knowledge is just a little more limited for them is all~

Hope you enjoy these, lovely! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Aight y’all it’s time for me to put on my clown shoes as god intended

Though man, what a delightfully rainy day today to write =v=

Fluff ABCs Template here

Cuddling -- How does he like to cuddle?

He is a simple man, with simple needs.

That being said, I think he’s one for a lot of gentle affection. Despite appearances–I mean hell, he literally wears a necklace of thorns–he’s actually a very tender lover. Loves hand-holding, scooting close under umbrellas, making shapes out of the little beauty marks that dot her skin. He will take any excuse to hold her and run with it.

Ideally, I think he prefers privacy above all else, most typically in his room in the castle. This side of him, so soft with his love for her, belongs to her and her alone. He refuses to let anyone else kill his immersion the moment (cue Charles dragging Faust away from doing something disruptive and stupid), or indulge in the sight of her so rosy-cheeked and loving. Loves dropping little kisses to the crown of her head, her shoulders, the backs of her hands. He’s waited so many long years to be able to hold her close like this, to feel the heat of her blush and the tinkle of sweet giggles when he nips and pecks at her pretty skin. All of this, every single second, is beyond value to him…he cherishes each memory close to his heart, crystallized fragments of joy in a life so bereft of it.

His favorite position for cuddling tends to be a kind of side lean. Usually she’ll be lying down (or turned towards him, sometimes) while he’s on his side beside her (usually against a wall or the back of a sofa). He loves that he can gaze at her as much as he likes this way, he really can’t get enough. The person he was searching for all this time, right here, no sign of leaving…

Nightmare -- What is his worst fear?

Oh boyo boy. Oh boy...

Honestly, I really don’t see anything horrifying him as much as losing MC. I don’t think he’s a man above fear. He hates being abandoned, he’s afraid of the world being torn apart by humanity’s indifference.

But nothing compares to the shattering fear of losing MC.

I think he has a very particular intense fear about losing loved ones because of the nature of his life history. He is still deeply affected by his entire clan being wiped out by hunters, leaving him alone to carry the weight of that legacy and loss. While he couldn’t help but give his heart to the woman who saved him, the reality of his terror is undeniable. After so many centuries of searching, after so many years of feeling hollow and alone…Even now, he has never come to terms with the way his family was ripped away from him. To know the gentleness of love again, to finally have a hand to hold only to lose it…

Well, I really can’t imagine the terrifying result of that. I imagine he would be far beyond reason.

Whenever he has bad dreams of the very same fear, he is nigh inconsolable. He holds her very tightly without saying a word (which is unlike him) and she'll know not to let him go for a while. She murmurs calming things, promises of things they'll do together in the future, strokes his hair and rubs his back. They only leave the bed when he's feeling somewhat stabilized again, but even so he'll hold her hand for longer than usual days after. Embraces her more, finds any excuse to hide away.

Oddity -- What is one quirk he has?

I think one part of him that is overlooked is that he is a man very interested in the nature of contradiction, the duality that resides in all things–himself included. Some parts of his preoccupation are more obvious than others. For instance, he loves flowers due to the nature of their ephemeral beauty, but also enjoys trying to preserve them to let their appeal survive. There’s also the fact that flowers can look or smell lovely, but can harbor poisons strong enough to kill grown human beings. (Not unlike him.)

He is a vampire in which the front-end of his operations is a cathedral, and I imagine that was a purposeful move as well. There are so many angles to consider here, namely two obvious ones that come to mind. There is the non-threatening concept of the cathedral: in which people assume it is a safe haven, a place to seek care/assistance/prayer (not entirely so in this case, even if Faust plays priest.) There’s the possibility that vampire hunters are typically supplied by/supported by the church (not sure if this is the case here, but it is a common trope). That would mean Vlad would be using the face of the very human institution that ruined his life to enact revenge, to say nothing of the potential risk of hunters seeking sanctuary only to run into a den of vampires.

There is also wondering whether or not he purposely wears that necklace of thorns ;;;;; (For anyone unaware, there was the whole Jesus wearing a crown of thorns specifically as an extension of humiliation, branding him the “fake king" of the Jewish people.) My contention here would be that he is basically saying “lmao, I’m your suffering saint now.” Or maybe he’s just really into masochistic jewelry, I have no idea.

He appears to have a kind of obsession with subverting norms/conventional expectations, and I have to wonder if it runs with his general underdog theme…

Secrets -- How open is he with her?

Despite his generally guarded nature, with MC he is entirely transparent when they’re in a relationship. Unless he doesn’t want to scare her or simply feels something would be best shared at a later time, he makes no real attempt to hide anything from her. If she asks and he knows the answer, he’ll spill.

(Okay but sometimes it gets hilarious, because say Faust has been trying for years to get info out of him about some stupidly specific thing. And Vlad is always very evasive, dances out of reach, plain ignores him. MC asks and he’s just like “oh yeah, in 1582 I remember–” It’s a wonder Faust never throws hands about it, pisses him off so much LMFAO)

Before their relationship was established he hesitated more, largely because the nature of his existence and his ties to her were a lot to take in at the time. I think he prefers not to overwhelm her whenever possible. It’s very much a kind of “I won’t info drop on you thoughtlessly, but if you ask me a question I’ll do my best to answer with the truth.”

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mimibtsghost7 · 4 years

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Fuck you and all your little brain washed rats sending people hate because you cant take responsibility for your actions!! But go on stay silent like you always do, pretend its nothing of your business, keep being a fetishizing racist delulu like you love to be while pretending to be the best blog on tumblr!!!

NOT like anyone will see this but YOU will so LET’S GOOO!!!~~

TW: mental health and more (if you feel like this can trigger you, pls don’t read this, breathe in and out and listen to this HERE and remember I love you), loads of tea and Mimi NOT being a friendly and kind ghost.

funny enough:

I never pretended of said I was the best blog. But I guess the fact that you say it might be because you heard it frequently? Thanks for thinking so^^

I sent hate to no one and u r the one sending it to me rn ^^ In my whole 4 year journey on Tumblr I received a lot of love but also worse hate that you can imagine. Yes you are saying now you are receiving hate ... funny how it’s bad when It’s addressed to you but when it’s at me and my dear followers it is not. Still, I never told anyone to go hate on you. You were the idiot that tagged my old blog and as soon as my blog was gone pple searched me and found out you were the reason behind this. But as you keep hating on me. Let me tell you I am kind but don’t mistake that for me being a coward.

I am not into insulting others and I don’t care much if you insult me. BUT don’t YOU DARE touch my dear followers. Insulting ain’t hard. Let me try: The only rat here is you hiding in your hole as an anon. I went and compared your writing with this ask and previous hate asks. And it was you~ Good for you~ the sewers smell just like your filthy mouth spilling sh*t left and right. So on brand. However, I know who you are @hobisbeautifulass Hi ^^

Me racist? HAHAHAHAH you truly know NOTHING about me nor my ex-blog’s message. It was a place when you were welcomed no matter your skin color, religion, gender ... proof? well it got deleted thanks to you. but ask around this time and search for who reblogged my posts as they were always the top of the tags (even if I don’t trust how bad you are at research). I supported the BLM movement and still do and will always do but I did so veeery early without anyone telling me. Not for the notes but because of my humanity. I wished my dear followers’ happy holidays no matter their religions. And never cared about those things. Why judge someone on something based on religion or how they were born. As for the LGBTQ+ community, I was always and will always be there for love being love. I talked about mental health and opened venting nights. I helped left and right and when I was receiving hate because of people like you spitting lies about me. What did I do? Did I go online and called people bad? No. I looked back at myself and asked myself if I did anything wrong. I tried to educate myself and apologized sincerely when I had to. I read books and watched documentaries to learn how to become a better human. AND never repeated a mistake twice. You tend to forget that our cultures are different and sometimes you grow up to see some things as normal when they are not. This is not an excuse tho, so I always believed that I was lacking and if someone had something to say against me, there is a chance they are right and just in case I should reflect on myself. But for your case it was pure nonsense. ME? a stalker? how can I stalk when I have social anxiety and at that time couldn’t even leave my room? I am even afraid of taking public transportations and just the other days I was crying from joy when I took a taxi alone. they said I was in Japan stalking Jimin and Jungkook and took a pic when I was NEVER EVER was on that land. You put me on the same list as people who bought info about BTS’ flights to be on the same plane as them? I was stalked before and let me tell you it ain’t cute and fun. I am even scared of the idea of being followed. that’s why I never shared openly my age, country, or anything about me on my blog. that’s why I have no personal social media to this day and that’s why making my ex-blog was some sort of miracle in my life.

Silent? yes I was silent when I received hate and didn’t even vent to my dear followers or pointed fingers. Why? because I thought as my day was hell I shouldn’t make anyone’s day worse. I was worried about my dear followers with mental illnesses being triggered. I tried to take my life so many times I lost count but I still came here and smiled. It was my safe place and you took it away. Yet, I should pity you? You hated on me first for no reason and you know it deep inside but right now you are trying to convince yourself that you are the angel and feel no guilt. Compared to you. I pointed fingers at no one and didn’t name you when my blog was gone. Why? because compared to you, I thought you will not be able to manage the hate and what was done .. I didn’t want you to suffer the same way I did when you are the one who made me suffer the most the past couple of days. But the kind Mimi is someone you will never remember because you dared touch the friends I love and calling them names. I don’t mind people insulting me but don’t you dare touch my people. I know myself best. My dear friends/followers know me best. I thought ... I could leave without this mess but you keep barking in my ask box and it’s annoying. I left this backup account just to talk to my friends and yet you are here to ruin things again? I should stop being kind to the ones who deserve non of it. I ignored you when I had so many followers and you went silent too because you were scared of me. But as soon as I lost my blog because of you, you went, edited and then reblogged that stalker post. How can I be a stalker? do you even know the definition of a stalker? do you even know shame? well .. I don’t think so.. you said it yourself. You are NOT ashamed (and you reblogged that so many time lol).

Death threats? this is no competition but thanks to people like you I have been there and wish no one to be there not even you. The only difference is that you almost killed me for real. You were not the sole reason? Great job walking away from you beloved word: RESPONSIBILITY. And I didn’t get just anon hate, I got literal tagging by people like you, DMs, and people pointing guns at me. That’s why I didn’t mention you. I was worried about the one who took away what I worked for for 4 YEARS. I was more sad and concerned about the ARMY fandom here. Do you know how many rely on my updates? do you know how many people said I helped them? do you know any of that? do you think 200k people were “rats”? Do you think if I did and say wrong thing I will not be questioned by those people. I always told my dear followers: “friends, if I do or say anything wrong or share anything that hurts anyone please tell me. I am willing to learn from everyone.” But what did you know? what did you do? Well .. guess you love notes? As the most notes you ever got and the most attention was when talking about me?

Love how you talk about fetishing when my blog was what people call “family friendly”. I also like BTS. I love them for their music, talent, personalities and the happiness they give me. I also enjoy BTS’ bond and love their interactions. I posted content of all kinds of interactions JM X JK, JK X V, V X JIN, JIN X SG, SG X JH, JH X RM, RM X JM ... If you are calling this fetishing asian men just because I scream over BTS as a fan and love their bonb. Then aren’t you against the idea of being an ARMY? I was a clear OT7 and you were told that you weren’t right:

Then you answered this without even explaining the nonsense about me:

idk .. I am trying to find sense in your nonsense so .. wait wait let me look at the definition of fetishism first.

Fetishism /ˈfɛtɪʃɪz(ə)m/ noun: a form of sexual behavior in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, activity, part of the body, etc.

Then .. judging from your URL alone hmmm ... cute. I won’t even talk about the SMUT you write that is full of kinks and fetishism. Well I have no problem with fan fiction but the irony you spit is out of this world.

Also, I made money out of mimibtsghost? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH no lil one. I worked day and night for FREE. At some point when BT21 just came out and there were no products on AMAZON or anywhere but S.Korea, someone reached out to me to offer 20% off or something for my dear followers. When they asked what I wanted I said what about international giveaways for my dear followers. Basically, made gifs, found content, updates, analysis, edits, and so on for free. Again, w-wait .. Aren’t you the one asking for commissions? Well .. It’s not wrong. But again THE irony.

So, I went to see that post you made about me with “PROOF” and it was just another person who was salty as I got them blocked I can’t even recall who they were but oh well. Their arguments according to YOU and many should be taken as FACTS just because they said them? You said HERE that your first comeback was MOST:7 that came in just last year (2020) SO what the hell do YOU know about what happened years before you came when all the proof you pointed at where baseless without any backing?

Let’s see this so wise person you used to delete my blog and what I have done ^^

The gifs: There is a story to this. The first week I came to Tumblr, It was my first time on this site and the first time I share anything. I shared some content and my analysis had a lot of notes for a small creator that started just a week ago. But I made a mistake, I found a gif and posted it while crediting the gif maker. At the time I had NO idea it was wrong. I logged off and after 5 hours I log in and there was a WAR for that ONE gif. The big blog had me blocked and her friend was telling me to take it off. As soon as the person told me I did IMMEDIATELY and apologized againa and again and told them to tell the original gif maker to deblock me as I want to apologize directly and that they can block me after that. They did and I apologized but they just kept insulting me. Of course it was MY mistake and that’s why I apologized. But for them. for a mere gif (yes I say a mere gif because I made so many gifs and they were used on all platforms but I never thought it was necessary to hate that much on someone like they did to me). That blog was big and had big blog mutuals. Thanks to that, I became someone you do NOT become mutuals with but block and never reblog content from. Without any big mutuals. Without any shoutouts. Only my love for BTS, my dear followers’ support and my hard work.. My blog, became bigger and FAST (I got 10k in less than 6 months after I started) and that brought loads of jealousy and thus more rumors. Even if, I apologized and since then made my own gifs. And I made SO many gifsets that I can’t remember how many there were. What I can recall is at some point I made them daily and many times a day.

Ships Jikook? I posted content of ALL the members interactions. I was here at a time where Jikook stans and Taekook stans where always fighting. BUT I posted about both and even made so many posts to encourage loving all the members and all the interactions. I also used the tags solely used for shipping with other big tags to show that BTS’ interactions are all important and their bond is beutiful. That our fandom shouldn’t hate on a member just because they are not part of a ship we like. And wait .. even if I shipped Jikook? I got called ALL those names by someone who ship the members with readers and write sexual scenes? Like, wait ... I am truly confused. Like, write fanfic and do all you want as long as you hurt no one I guess but why am I getting hurt for doing non of it? Like according to you, the person you should be cancelling is yourself?! I am also not into cancel culture like you so hahah whatever.

Posted stalker pics: well wow the story changes each time. Next thing you will hear that I was the one holding a camera for a member in a Vlive lol. Let me teach you about this update thing I was doing. I follow accounts I trust and that’s how we get info circulating fast. I always do reasearch but sometimes mistakes are made. For example when lately people shared pictures of BTS leaving their virtual concerts and schedules. There was a watermark of a news outlet. Normally we trust those but only later we realized that those people stalked BTS. You clearly can’t know it all. But I still didn’t share many pics related to many events (I will not name those as pple can search them even now because some pple never deleted those). And all big accounts shared many pics then deleted later. This happens all the time but it happened like ONCE for me. However, I am called a stalker for that?

When Jonghyun passed away ... I don’t even wanna recall that night as the memories just ... when that happened I posted about it and send my condolescences. that post had over 10k notes and was at the top the tag. Why did I do that? I was devastated. Yes, many were but I will talk about me rn: I was suicidal the days before that and one of the songs that I listened to when I was broken where by him. I has been in the kpop world since 2006. And learned about his group since their debut with ‘Replay’. I was never a stan but I still knew of many groups and listened to all the songs I liked. I was very sad when he was gone and ANGRY mostly. Why is this angel leaving? Why is someone like me still here? Why did I not leave instead of him? How much did he suffer? And in the midst I posted a post from twitter that stated how agencies usually put down pple with mental illiness and hide it in the industry. Yes, that was important but NOT at that time. I shouldn’t have posted that and I realized after 5 min of doing so that it was WRONG. So I deleted it FAST but it kept being reblogged and I kept getting hate and people telling me: “Go kill yourself”... the sad part is that I almost did as my answer was “true ... why am I still here?” I apologized and logged off then to this day won’t forget crying at 3 AM while walking outside next to my dad. I was outside as I couldn’t breathe anymore and the idea of seeing the walls of my room was hell. I cried and cried and the teary eyes that my father looked at me with are something I am ashamed of to this day. To add one more thing while I am spilling the beans. I hate learning about someone dying. My grandma passed away sometime before that and it was so shocking to me. and some people came and told me when I was mourning her: Go follow that bitch of grandmother of yours. And for what? At that moment I didn’t think I would live to see the next year but I went to therapy and took medecine that was hurting and made me shake all day just to turn somewhat sane. No one knew tho ... I smiled all day and cried all night.. Even on the blog I fought no one of the ones who hated me. I just blocked them but even that was an insult to them?

Again, you said no one should defend me. Yet, you were ready to fight whoever touched anyone around you. What about changing your URL to beautifulassirony

Also THE hypocrisy. If you are sorry then why are you answering an ask of someone isulting someone you want to apologize to? Just make a post wher you apologize or ignore it from the start?

One more thing but surely not the last. You said you were good with research which you are NOT. So, let me show you what an OG detective ARMY can do. But first, as I was scrolling I saw some of your “work” (let’s not even talk about those gifs) and I am just giving my point of view here: I hate how you painted Namjoon as this horny-idiotic-make-dog. Like I get it it’s a fanfic or Namjoon as a dad but ... Namjoon is such a smart man who is very respectful and ofc he is a human with needs like many but what the hell is this way of portraying a character? Also a character is not cool, amazing, and a strong woman just because they curse and belittle their partner.

Oh well, only you kept reblogging that as it show 36 reblogs when only 33 as still there when I looked and out of those 13 reblogs are yours? (you might have reblogged it more) but again some people might have liked ... people have different taste ... so ... whatever.

Let’s continue, shall we ^^. You said you were the victim here when I was the one getting robbed right? How can I believe someone who reblogged the post below and was proud calling themselves an abomination or how the Oxford dictionary defines it: a thing that causes disgust or loathing. For once you weren’t wrong.

What can you expect from someone who has the “I am not like others” kinda mentality while stating relatable things that everyone goes through?

This is getting pretty long. So to sum this up. You are now telling others that hate is NOt ok and that they should be ashamed of themselves when you yourself is not ashamed of hating on me?

I am not the type that sends anon hate. I might ignore some barking but the past days you came and bite me hard. I face the ones I have to face without fear. I know I am not the bad guy here and I don’t care much what you think about me. Even BTS got haters. This says a lot. BUT do NOT dare talk badely of my dear friends/followers. You said you do research well? Start by deleting the post below that was originally by ME from your blog ... oh how meticulous you are. From your baseless receipts to your twisted logic. Indeed people on the internet can say anything and it will be FACTS. You painted me as the devil and painted yourself as this researcher? What’s next you receiving a Phd in ‘pity me’ after your MBA in lies and irony? Whatever~

Whaaatever~ Karma will have upcoming talks with you. No need for you to apologize. I never cared about you and you only got attention using me. But I am not here anymore how will you get that blog running now? Are you gonna add me in a fanfic next? No need for you to send me my appearance fee when you do so~ And no need for you to apologize to me just apologize to you conscience if you have any left. As for me @hobisbeautifulass you are just someone I will forget soon anyway~~

And because according to what you said HERE when you described the things you hate about people and I thought that was VERY close to how you treated me. Thus, you might really not stand yourself rn.

Do.Not.Worry. BTS are starting the Love Myself campaign again and just in time for you to jump in (you are good at jumping to conclusions about me so I won’t worry about you). I know you don’t like me or my friends but be sure to love yourself at least ^^

You are a Hobi stan? Then learn from Hobi to share some sunshine not bring the storm. Have a good day~

#Anonymous #hobisbeautifulass #don't mind the typos as I wrote this in one go #just because I am someone who do not punch back when someone hit me do not mean I will stand nicely when you touch my people #anyway~ bye~#mimibtsghost

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lilsuzn · 4 years

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MLQC Gavin - Fluff abc headcanons

So by the popular demand - I am back.

Just kidding. No one was asking.

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: None (the reader is gender neutral)

Dedication: @marytheredqueen

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

You need to trust me when I tell you that Gavin had indeed tried to find at least one thing he could dislike about you. Many times.

Yet your body seems to have no flaws. He checked quite a few times at this point.

Your heart is pure. Loving. Patient. Loyal.

Whenever you’re at his side… The world is at peace. No pain exists, nor does suffering.

You are his purpose. You are his equilibrium. Nothing matters as long as he can be by your side.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your beautiful eyes.

There will never be anything more beautiful than the way they shine before your lips meet in a loving kiss.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Him on his back.

You in his arms. Laying on top of him.

Your head rests on his chest, no matter if it’s your front, side or back that presses against his muscular torso - it’s perfect.

He also likes the smell of your shampoo… it’s just intoxicating for him.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He likes doing things outside with you.

Attending festivals, engaging in new, interesting sports, indulging in some street food or picnics.

He’s a sucker for long, romantic walks too, soooooo

He takes you out to the festival. Buys all kinds of yummy food for both of you to share. Wins you an enormous plushie and then carries it around for you. While holding your hand. Tightly.

Then takes you for a night stroll, to then kiss you under the sky full of stars before you turn back.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He only feels like he can really express himself around you - so it will get intense. In all the best ways.

Gavin doesn’t shy away with showing you his affection, even if he tends to have a slight problem with voicing it sometimes.

His expression softness, his fingers brush delicate circles on your skin.

He doesn’t need to say anything. You know.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Oh he really, really wants a family.

Two kids… or maybe more.

A dog for them, maybe.

House with a big garden and a treehouse.

He wants to play and fool around with his kids. Put them to bed. Support them. Be proud of them… Everything his father never did.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

When you want something, no matter how silly it might be - it’s yours.

Don’t even make me start on what you need.

Because there are very little things (and all of them are about you) that could make him happier than seeing you happy because of what he gave you.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

It's not optional.

There will be hands holding whenever it's possible.

It’s as much for your safety as it is for his comfort.

All these guys with eyes better don’t use them to stare at you.

See this hand? This beautiful gem of a person is with ME.

Likes to hold your hand while snuggling on a couch. Or in bed while falling asleep.

Holding hands is like a physical projection of the bond that’s between the two of you - and he loves it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would blame himself. No matter what. It might be ridiculous, but he would always feel guilty for not preventing it from happening.

Wouldn’t leave your side. Would help you with anything and everything.

If there’s a concrete person or a group of people that caused your harm... Insert a very, very angry and strong bird cop with a gun.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

You would have a light-hearted relationship in which he would tease you from time to time and he wouldn’t be mad if you did the same to him.

However he’s not one to prank you. He would find no enjoyment in it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Gavin loves to be kissed and he loves to kiss. All over your face. All over your body.

Any kisses are game. Slow and passionate ones. Heated ones. Sweet, delicate, loving, appreciating - he loves them all as long as he can share them with you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Acts of service - He looooves to spoil his lovely sweetheart (you) this way. Wants to bring you food, tidy up your apartment for you, brush your hair, paint your nails… Just ask him and he will do it. Whatever it is. And then he will do things on his own initiative, because he likes to surprise you. You smile so beautifully when he does…...

Gifts - He likes gift giving as I already mentioned in G, but it’s no indication of love to him. He just enjoys your reactions. Prefers to show his love differently.

Physical touch - His number one and you can not convince me it is not. He’s a snuggly bear who loves kisses. You are just so soft and warm and he loves you sosososososo much. Would never want to hold this way any other. His physical affection is something reserved only for you.

Quality time - see Q.

Words of affirmation - Gavin is not very good with words. Not that he can’t be when he wants to, but he kinda doesn’t want to most of the time. It’s uncomfortable. He’s feeling unconfident doing so. He prefers other ways, but when he does speak up… It’s the most adorable and loving thing you will ever hear in your life.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

It was your first 'real' date, but even though you both confessed love to each other, you weren't a ‘official’ couple yet.

At least there was no proper act of becoming a one.

You walk through the park on an evening of a chilly fall. Not many people in sight.

You just finished a lovely dinner date. Gavin even bought you a dessert to share.

And it just felt right. Everything.

The way your fingers were laced. How you both couldn't spot peeping at each other.

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N? Please?"

He sure was pretty sure you wouldn't deny him, but he didn't expect you to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him the way you did.

"Nothing could ever make me happier than that, Gavin."

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He’s scared of losing you.

Either by you walking away from him after discovering that you “deserve so much better”

Or by not being alert enough to protect you…

Surely, he would prefer the first option, but he can’t deny that both would hit him harder than anything else ever could.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Gavin is a little bit of an odd duck in general, but I think he has one major weirdness about him.

I would call it… A Keanu Reeves complex.

He doesn’t like compliments. Always feels like they’re far from true, because he always feels like he’s not enough and maybe even never will be.

Which is so far from true.

Like, Vivi, come on! You’re so freakin perfect!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He usually calls you simply by your name, but the boy has his moments.

Moments when he can help but call you all sorts of the cutest names.

Little angel, starry eyes, little munchkin along with the classics like honey, babe, sweetheart, treasure and my precious.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

How?

Often.

Intensely.

Calmly.

Comfortably.

Restlessly.

He just wants to be by your side. Any. Chance. He. Gets.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Moonlight by Ariana Grande

Because Gavin’s sweet like candy, but he’s such a man...

Or A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Not at all. At least at first.

He gets better with time, but you still need to ask for it. He would never just come to you to lean on your shoulder and tell you what troubles him.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Well. A lot.

Because of what I say in X below.

He just assumes that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, because he doesn’t deserve it.

He eventually tells you about his feelings under your insistent questions regarding the subject.

And then? After he finally tells you?

That’s when it escalates quickly.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

At first he tries to keep it inside. Not let you see… But it’s pretty obvious since he doesn’t talk to you. Barely throws any acknowledgment your way.

It would take quite some convincing for him to tell you what’s wrong.

Unless it’s jealousy that is a reason behind his anger. Then he will show you just how upset he is…

Not necessary in a bad way, tho...

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s very proud of you. Always.

Even when you think you’re a failure, he still recognizes how hard you work and how smart you are.

And he also prides himself for earning love of a woman as wonderful as you.

But he’s not a show off. He doesn’t like to be in a center of attention. He doesn’t care for compliments or recognition.

He knows how wonderful you are and that’s all that matters to him.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Well, it goes without saying.

Yes. Obviously.

This is Gavin. He does it actively throughout the whole story like it’s the only thing he knows.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s not an expert in emotions.

He gave MC a blood stained letter and was surprised she was troubled by that.

Okay, let’s not sugar coat it - he’s not good at it at all. I said it.

I’m sorry. I wish it was different for you Vivi.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I think in Gavin’s case it would be no kneeling with a ring type of thing, because he personally sees no value of that.

Of course, he would if you told him that that’s what you want, but if you don’t…

It would be a beautiful, summer evening. The both of you watching a beautiful sunset from the rooftop of a high building.

Last months you spent together were absolutely wonderful. Life with you by his side was much happier than Gavin could ever dream of… And the way the golden sunlight graces your skin is so, so beautiful.

It wasn’t the first time the thought crossed the bird cop’s mind. He caught himself thinking about it more and more often as your relationship progressed… And before he knew it, the words left his lips.

At first you were sure you must have misheard, so you asked him to repeat. And he did.

His beautiful eyes glimmered with so much love… just as much as you felt for him.

How could you say no to that gorgeous man that adores you so much?

And after that, expect to someday come back home to find the most beautiful and meaningful ring in the world waiting for you to wear it.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Gavin is a man who enjoys simple things in life.

He likes to cozy up with you on a couch on his birthday.

Watch a sunrise and drink cocoa with you on Christmas.

He obviously enjoys various sports, especially if he can enjoy them with you.

But what really, really makes him perfectly calm? Driving Sparky with your hands around his ways and your chest pressed against his back.

The feeling of freedom mixed the warmth of your closeness… how could anyone ask for more?

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fluff #mlqc gavin #mlqc headcanon #mlqc hc #mlqc gavin bai

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morimallow · 4 years

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Hi hiiii. This is my first time requesting but... would you mind writing Kita's NSFW Alphabet? MY MAN DESERVES THE HYPE ;) Thank youuuu <3

I didn't proof read this so feel free to correct any of my mistakes.

I'm so sorry I didn't make this GN, it's so hard to go into detail. 😥

NSFW Alphabet (Kita Shinsuke)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare. This guy won't leave you unattended. He'll draw a nice warm bath for you. If he's feeling it, he'd take a bath with you. Gives you a body massage, which usually leads to another set of rounds, when he was extra rough that day. Will whisper that you did good taking him in, you won't even know if he's praising you or teasing you. Every thing he does for aftercare just makes you wanna have sex with him all over again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and back because that's where you usually hook on for support which also means he likes you marking him. He wouldn't even care if someone saw your scratch marks, he's low-key showing you off. He likes the way you grip on him like he's your only source of strength. He doesn't have a favorite part of your body though because that's all you. It's all his, you're all his. Why would he want a favorite? He loves every inch of your body and makes sure they receive equal attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This guy wears condoms. Cleanliness. To avoid unwanted pregnancy. Cum? Straight to the condom. Sometimes when he's close, he'd pull out his dick, remove the condom and cum on you while his fingers do wonders to your hole. He does it raw with you sometimes ─ either you insisted on doing it and after asking if you’re sure many times, he’d comply or if he’s extra horny and he’s sure you’re on a safe day and on your pills.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His left ear is extra sensitive and he likes it when you nibble on it and suck on the area behind it. He doesn't know you've figured it out, he just thinks it's your favorite spot to suck on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

At first, since he solely relied on knowledge on paper and sites, he tested those out and it came out bad. He used to read sex articles and stuff found on the internet. He’s intelligent enough to know vaginas don’t smell like roses and taste like sweet candy as they described them to be. He then started to listen to the twins’ conversations and eventually got caught up in those said conversations. You won’t change my mind that they exchange sex tips and tricks. Kita came to be their master or something. His dick kind of makes up for his lack of techniques and such during sex but still! He pleasures you. He does his absolute best to make you feel good. He asks you if you want him to go deeper, if you want him to thrust harder. He'd probably do anything and everything you want him to do as long as you're pleased.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fuck because he doesn't skip leg day. /j

Yes, side fuck — second to missionary. The side fuck but not really…? God, I hate this, I don’t know what it’s called. Basically, he’s on his side and you’re lying on your back. The first time he did you in this position, he had leg cramps and it was extremely painful but he enjoys this position nevertheless. He likes that you’re so close to his body, that he can see how your hole devours his cock, and of course, your lips are so close to him he can just turn your moans into heavy breaths in his mouth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes everything seriously and, of course, this isn’t an exception. Okay, so, his grannyma tells him someone's always watching but he stopped caring. He doesn't get nervous about things he does regularly, on a daily basis. But y'all don't have sex daily (who does tho?), so he's kinda nervous and giddy (he doesn’t show it). His top priority is to make you feel good always. He’d usually whisper to your ear some lines that go like, “you’re squeezing me so tight, I won’t go anywhere, I’m all yours, baby” without knowing this turns you on so fucking much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Having black and white pubes would be weird so I'm saying it's black.. and thick. The aesthetic kind of thick (LOL, WHAT?). Okay, he's clean. He doesn't shave it fully but trims it every month because he knows the benefits of keeping your pubes. Neat guy, neat privates.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kita showers you with compliments and words of assurance but it always comes out as dirty talk? He’d say you’re so good ─ that he wants to come inside you so bad because you’re just begging for him to do so with how you squeeze him so tight. But then again, the way he whispers those three words turns you on more than any other thing he had said. His hands never leave your body. He doesn't seem like the possessive type but he want you to remember his touches.. and only his. He won't grip the sheets or the headboard whenever he pounds into you. He places his hands on your cheeks, neck, your waist. He pulls you close and moans in your mouth as he comes. Always.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Believe me, he doesn’t jack off that often. It’s not because of what his granny says that someone’s always watching him but because he knows you’d come to him and you’d come for him. When you’re far away from each other, he can’t help but miss you and your touch and that’s where his trusty right hand comes into play. He always calls you when he jacks off. If you’re not available, he’d leave a voicemail so just be careful not listening to it in public.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink but reverse? LMAO, is this a thing? He likes it when he praises someone during sex, he likes the mewls coming out of your mouth whenever he calls you a good girl.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to do it on the bed because a.) you’re both comfortable and b.) unlimited sex positions. He likes the way you grip on the bedsheets, the way your heels dig onto the mattress, how he can feel your warmth everywhere. The bathroom is another thing. He likes the coldness of it and the only source of heat is each other’s body, he likes the way you make lewd faces when he fucks you in front of the bathroom mirror, when he eats you out while sitting on the toilet and how intimate you get under the running water.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets harder even more that it hurts not to come inside your cunt when you try your best to not let out moans because his granny might hear you next door so he asks you if you if he can and you’d nod your head frantically because the way his cock throbs inside you as he comes makes you think that your hole was made for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He kind of likes spanking you but caning is just a no-go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Did you expect this? He prefers giving. I mean, come on, he solely relied on porn clips which are far from real sex and his performance was just a little below average before so he likes to think that giving the best oral to his current partner is an apology to what his previous partner/s had/have suffered but this doesn’t mean he thinks of someone else during sex. It’s just that… Fuck it, that’s it. He prefers giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This depends on the mood and occasion. I mean, I personally think people have the other side hidden in their deepest desires, they just didn’t find the person to be with yet but in you and Kita’s case, you communicate very well. You want him to go hard and fast? He’d say okay. You want to be slow and sensual? He’d start off with a sweet and passionate kiss.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He thinks it’s convenient and risky but hot. You guys don’t do this often though because what’s worse than getting horny in public and Kita locking you in a cubicle to calm yourself down because he suspected this would just be a wholesome date? But you have sex every once in a while, in their backyard garden and that was wonderful.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t usually ride with you whenever you suggest something in the sexual aspect because he sticks to what he knows and he only believes that certain things are possible when a witness or trusted articles support the claims. You’d think he just doesn’t want to do things with you but he’s actually considering your likes and dislikes. He, for sure, knows what you’d like and dislike because he closely keeps an eye on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for two to four rounds in average. How long it lasts usually depends on you because he knows he can handle himself well, thrusting into you nonstop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t like toys and doesn’t understand why it doesn’t make him feel things like how they described it to be in the articles he had read before when you guys tried toys but you insisted in giving him a cock ring just in case he wants to wait for you to call back when he masturbates.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kita usually doesn’t tease you although he’s already kind of teasing you when he compliments you during sex but he does once in a while. He’d delay your orgasm as much as he can control himself not to ram into you faster and harder when he knows your horniness is out of the meter and whenever he senses you want some kind of teasing. How he knows when you’re like that? He says that’s his sixth sense.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kita Shinsuke never fails to let out a loud moan when he comes, it’s literally the best thing you heard from him. It’s hot and deep just like how his dick is inside you. If he was going rough, you’d probably hear more of those moans, every spurt of cum from his dick makes him emit more of his beautiful sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sleeps naked. Send tweet.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is so pink and pretty ─ the best shades of nude and rose, I’m not even kidding. He takes care of his body so much and you both take care of his dick. A six-inch dick is good enough, no? his biceps are everything, arms so strong he can fuck you standing for a long time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is on the average level. He’d have sex with you if you want to, you’d have sex with him if he wants to because somehow, your desires always match so it’s like your minds are saying you want to have sex… at the same time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As the king of aftercare, he only sleeps when you're taken care of already, when you're neatly tucked against him. Letting his lips curve into a smile, he can only then go to sleep.

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#kita shinsuke #shinsuke kita #kita x reader #kita x y/n #character alphabet #kita headcanons #hq kita #hq headcanons #inarizaki

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dude, ur writing is amazing. like how dare you be so talented :'( could i request a lex miller x reader imagine where the reader gets into a fight and is all like "im fine hehe" and everyone is v worried but then something stupid happens and the reader starts crying so lex comforts/cheers them up (and bc ur the QUEEN of smut... u kno... it could b a bit spicy at the end) thank you!

I mixed it with this one! do you think you could do a cute headcanon for Lex Miller? Like the reader is a cheerleader but she hangs out with the rats and develops feelings for Lex? Thank you!

First of all thank you so much, thats so sweet! hope you liked it

warning: well violence, slurs...kinda and sexual suggestions

It was so weird for the rats to see you hang out with them without wanting something of them or just collect some information that your cheerleaders friends can use against them. They all sucked it up because Lex semeed happy, he wasn't that annoying when you were around and everyone, included Petra, liked to mess up with his "sappy lovebird" facade.

Yeah, Lex was like another dude around you, more soft and gentle, well he still acted like a jackass, but not hearing him burp during meals was a progress.

He loved having your companey, you made his days better with another perspective of his stupid life in the hole that was King's Dominion.

"Dude, stop smiling. You're creeping me out." Billy mocked him, gaining a punch in the arm from Lex. They and Marcus were goin to see you after your cheer practice, Lex wanted to surprised you and Marcus and Billy wanted to see with their own eyes how Lex became a softie.

"What are you doing here?" Lex crossed his arms, looking from the top of his shoulder to see if the cheer practice was over.

Marcus shrugged off." We were bored." Marcus confession made Lex roll his eyes."Your relationship is the more entretaining thing going on right now..."

"Just fuck off, will you?" Lex scoffed, fixing his leather jacked in a vain attemptd to look groomed." I'm tired of seeing your stupid faces. Look, just go away and-"

"YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH" Brandy's voice interrumpedt Lex, followed by a crash. He left his friend hanging there, who just wave at him goodbye knowing the shitshow that must be happening behind the gym doors.

Lex sighed at the amazning view of Brandy punching you in the face while you had your hands around her throat, trying to strangle her. Insults were being shout with every hit Brandy throw you, but as soon as you were able to put her underneat you and harden the grip you had on her, Lex took you by the waist and spnapped you out of your little fight.

"Back off!" you screamed at Lex. You're hate towards Brandy wasn't fullfiled, you wanted to make her suffer and the sight of blood dripping from her nose made you laugh." You're nothing, but a biggoted slut!"

Brandy gasped, ready to get back at your fight, however, Lex was quickier."Hey, Brandy! Why don't you go to hump one of your cousins and calm down?" Lex suggest as he dragged you out of the gym, Brandys threats becoming more silent as you got away from there.

°°°

"That was fucked up." Lex said to you. In the calm of your room everything seemed better, the girly smell of it was a radical contrast of his won room that was filled with junk and band posters. You were lying down on the bed, silent tearrs rolling down your cheeks as the memorie of your fight with Brandy crossed your mind.

You dind't want that to happen, but she insulted your real friedns, calling them useless mutts and wondering wy they were doing here, filling up space with their disgusting prescense. You got so mad that you saw red and just let yourself be, trying to choke her...

"Hey, you good?" Lex sat down beside you, rubbing his hand up and down on your knee. You looked up to him, sobbing softly.

"Yeah, it was awsome to hit her..." you tried to smile, but Lex concerned face broke your tries of being strong." I think I fucked up..."

Lex chukled."A little bit, but it was great!" He lied down beside you, you put your head in his chest, letting his heartbeat to soothe you. But after a while it got boring.

You towered over him, kissing him softly; Lex put his hands in your waist, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the coil growing up in your belly; maybe it was strange to make him horny after fighting with someone, but Lex was feeling it too.

"Do you wanna fuck?" you asked between kisses.

"Fuck, yes!" Lex nodded, as he went to leave some hickeys on your neck. He pulled down your skirt slowly, making you giggle as he stumbled a little on his way to pull down your skirt.

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#answered #lex miller headcanon #lex millers imagine #lex miller x reader #deadly class x reader #deadly class headcanon #deadly class headcanons #deadly class imagine #deadly class

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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2003 (1/2) (Vanique) - Ortega

a/n: VANIQUE MUST RIIIIIIISE!!!! ayo team, welcome to this. i pulled this ship from virtually nowhere when i was writing n19f and people seemed to like i as much as i did, so i wrote these two together for the fic challenge. i’ve split this fic into two halves, as they’re two very different vibes. this part follows Vanessa and Monique as they go through primary school and then start their first couple years at high school, so it’s definitely more platonic than anything else but it’s cute! also overall this was inspired by two songs, one being 2003 by Todrick and the other being I Choose You by Kiana Ledé which will be the title of the next part, so look out for that. i so so sosososo hope u enjoy, bc i highkey love this pairing a lot. lots of lo-ove, by-ee!

tw: implied child neglect and drug use

summary: Vanessa Mateo and Monique Heart start school in the year 2003. They love girlbands, superheroes and football, and they’re best friends forever. At least, that’s the plan.

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The room smells of squeaky floors and play-dough. It’s not like anything she’s ever smelt before, but it’s weirdly comforting. She’s sat on a carpet patterned with all kinds of fruit. It doesn’t have pineapple (which is her favourite), but that’s okay. The walls are covered in colourful paper, an arts-and-crafts rainbow explosion. There’s words too, different curly and spiky shapes making letters. She knows one has a “V” in it because that comes at the start of her name and it looks the same, but she can’t read any of the writing yet. Some of the kids in nursery could already read and one of the boys could even write stories. Vanessa couldn’t. She still can’t, but that’s okay. She can write her name and say please and thank you in two different languages and she knows how to count up to 12 (she gets stuck after that, but she’ll learn the rest).

She looks around the carpet. There’s a girl nearby her with two huge black plaits and huge brown eyes to match. Her skin is dark, and Vanessa feels comforted by the fact she’s not alone in sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Snow Whites and Cinderellas and Auroras and their matching porcelain-skinned Disney princes that are sitting on the carpet with her. She scratches her head, feeling the bow her Mama tied in dark her hair shift. She hopes she’s not made a mess of it. Then Mama would be mad.

Her teacher’s been talking for a while now. It seems like she’s been talking for two hours. Maybe she has been talking for two hours. Vanessa looks up at the clock, even though she doesn’t know how to tell the time yet so the information is less than useless to her. Bored, her eyes drift towards the girl she was looking at before. She’s wearing a white polo shirt and a red pinafore, and her white socks have got red bows on them. Vanessa is jealous. Her new jumper with the school logo is scratchy on the inside and she told her Mama that her leggings have a hole at the knee but they can’t get any new ones until she gets paid.

She bum-shuffles across to sit beside the girl, keeps her eyes trained on the teacher like a sniper as she leans in and whispers. “You look like a princess.”

The girl gives her a big smile. Vanessa knows she should say thank you, but maybe she doesn’t know as much about manners as Vanessa does. The girl whispers to her. “You look like Meg from Hercules.”

Vanessa smiles at her. She’s seen Hercules- it’s not her favourite, but she’s seen it- and Meg was her favourite character. “Thanks.”

“It’s okay,” she whispers. There’s a pause before she hisses to her again. “My name’s Monique, what’s yours?”

“I’m Vanessa,” she replies quietly. Vanessa picks at the hole in her leggings. It’s now about the size of a 1p coin. She knows about coins, at least. “Hey, you wanna play princesses at playtime?”

Monique nods excitedly, then whips her head around, scared. Vanessa looks up at her teacher. Her eyebrows are almost joined-up and there’s little lines on her forehead and her eyes have gone all hard. Vanessa knows this means she’s feeling cross.

“Vanessa, Monique! It’s rude to talk while someone else is talking. We don’t do that in school.”

Vanessa knows she should nod, but her stomach feels all fizzy and she finds herself frowning at her teacher instead. Monique says sorry. Maybe Vanessa should say sorry too. She decides she doesn’t want to.

“She’s been talking for about 5 hours. Maybe even 4 years,” Vanessa whispers to Monique again. Monique covers her mouth with her hands and lets out a tiny giggle. Their teacher gives them a suspicious look again and Monique shuffles away from Vanessa. Vanessa knows this means she doesn’t want to get into trouble. As soon as the teacher starts talking again, Vanessa hisses over to her.

“Monique!”

No answer. “Monique!”

Monique turns around a little bit to face her. “What?”

Vanessa cups her mouth with her hands so the girl can hear her. “Do you want to be best friends?”

Monique gives her another big smile. It makes Vanessa feel happy too. “Okay!”

She’s only been here for five hours, maybe even four years, and she’s already made a best friend. This school thing is easy.

***

It’s the two of them for life. Vanessa just knows it. They’re BFFAEAE (best friends forever and ever and ever). They get in trouble for chatting at school and their long-suffering teacher monitors them like a hawk. They’re banned from sitting near each other on the carpet because even when Vanessa tries to listen (even if it’s P.E., her favourite), she’ll think of something funny she just has to share with Monique, and of course Monique is incapable of laughing quietly so she lets out a screech that completely disrupts the whole lesson and earns them both five minutes off their reward time. Vanessa doesn’t even mind losing reward time. They sit at the same table while everyone else plays and they write out the class rules, but Vanessa doesn’t mind because it’s the only time they’ll ever be allowed to sit together in class.

In the playground and after school it’s a different story. In Reception they play princesses and animal rescue with their threadbare, well-loved stuffed animals they sneak into school in their schoolbags. By Year 1 they’re popstars learning dance routines and designing album covers and falling out because Monique wants to call their double-act The Strawberry Babies and Vanessa knows that obviously The Starlights is a far superior name. In the Summer between Year 1 and Year 2 Vanessa’s Mama takes them to the cinema to see Fantastic Four and so for the whole of Year 2 they’re obsessed with superheroes, rolling around on the tarmac play-fighting with each other and getting bruised knees and scraped elbows and so far removed from the girly girls they were when they started school.

Vanessa knows everything about Monique and Monique knows everything about her, because that’s what it means to be best friends. Vanessa knows that Monique’s brother is eleven and goes to Big School and doesn’t play with her and slams his door and plays rap music that Monique can hear when she’s in her room with the door closed. Monique stays in the high flats with her brother and her gran.

“Do you have a Mama?” Vanessa remembers asking her one day in the playground, drawing in the dirt with sticks.

Monique’s voice had been quiet. She hadn’t looked up from drawing in the dirt. “Uh-huh.”

“Where is she?”

Monique had shrugged, scribbled out the happy face she’d drawn. “Gran says she’s not allowed to see us any more.”

Vanessa could tell talking about her Mama had made Monique sad, so they don’t talk about that any more. Dads are off the table too. Vanessa doesn’t know hers and Monique doesn’t either. Vanessa doesn’t really need a Dad. Her Mama works in the supermarket and keeps their tiny pebbledashed council house in the estate spotlessly clean and is always on time to pick Vanessa up from school. She drags Vanessa kicking and screaming to mass every Sunday (Vanessa doesn’t like it because all the chanting scares her) and threatens her with El Coco until she’s blue in the face. Monique goes to church too but hers sounds more fun- they laugh and clap and sing their hearts out. Monique sings the songs in school. Vanessa thinks she sounds like she could be in the Sugababes, not that she’s allowed to listen to the Sugababes.

Monique comes round to Vanessa’s house every few weeks or so. She lives close, and Monique is allowed to walk round on her own. Vanessa is jealous of that. She wishes her Mama would let her go places on her own. She tells her that one day and Mama howls with laughter, says she’s not allowed out on her own until she’s at least twenty-one. Vanessa thinks she’s joking. Thinks.

Vanessa gets excited when Monique visits because she knows her Mama will make an effort with the dinner. That’s unfair and disrespectful, she knows; Mama works hard to put food on the table, but her stuffed arepas are just better than rice and beans (and microwave meals if it’s near her pay day, which her Mama makes Vanessa promise she’ll never tell her Abuela they eat). They sit and eat with their bowls on their laps on the sofa in front of the TV and watch The Weakest Link. They sometimes get the questions right even though they’re only 7 and the people on the show are fully-grown adults. Monique is smart, though. Smarter than Vanessa. Vanessa thinks she’s smarter than their teacher. She’s the best at writing in the class and the best at maths too, and she can read any word at all.

Vanessa’s not that smart, but she knows Monique is, and she thinks she’s amazing.

It’s a grey-clouded day in July in the Summer of 2007 when Monique pulls up outside Vanessa’s house on a brand new bike. It’s blue and the seat is close to the ground and the spokes are all shiny. Vanessa runs out to see her, sticks her feet in between the bars of the rusty iron gate at the front of their house and swings back and forth as Monique talks.

“My brother got me it. Someone from the skatepark didn’t want it any more and it’s too small for him, so I guess it’s mine now,” Monique shrugs happily. There’s a smudge of dirt on her face that Vanessa knows her Mama will wipe off with a hot cloth if she sees it. “It’s kinda big for me but it works okay. You got a bike, right?”

Vanessa cringes, thinks about the pink bike with streamers at the handles that lives in their back garden and is probably crumbling away with rust. “I got one, but it ain’t as cool as yours.”

Monique smiles, satisfied with the compliment. “Well, go get it an’ we can go for a ride.”

Vanessa blushes and thinks of how many cool points she’s going to lose when she tells Monique that she has to ask her Mama first. Monique laughs at her good-humouredly, sticks her tongue out at her and calls her a baby. Monique turned 9 two months ago and Vanessa has to wait four more to catch up with her, so the comment stings but she pretends it doesn’t.

To her surprise and delight, her Mama lets her go out on her bike with Monique but only if they just go round the estate and they’re back before dinner time. Vanessa has never been able to follow the rules, though, so when Monique tells her she knows a place by the river under the bridge with a scrub of sand like it’s the seaside then Vanessa doesn’t hesitate to follow her. Vanessa wonders how Monique seems to know the city so well: she takes her on a journey through dark underpasses with yellow strip lights and bright scrawls of graffiti, narrow bridges above busy roads that Vanessa tries to pretend don’t scare her, secret little paths through the big park Vanessa goes to with her Mama sometimes. They pedal wildly and everything zooms by so quickly that even though she has no idea where she is, Vanessa feels safe. Any vaguely scary things they see (big dogs) are gone a second later, and Vanessa knows Monique would protect her if anything scary did happen. She would protect her too. That’s just what best friends do.

They arrive at the place Monique had been talking about. The brown stone bridge hangs high above them but Vanessa can still hear the cars on it pass by. They’re drowned out slightly by the babbling of the river, inky and cold and black with jaggy rocks underneath its surface. There’s huge clusters of boulders that they both have to climb over to get to the sand and they have to leave their bikes leaning against the wall on the path. It’s not a pretty place, but it’s still a little bit magical. It has the aura of adventure rather than beauty and they’d be more likely to discover pirates here than fairies, which is just how Vanessa likes it. Together they chuck stones into the water haphazardly, their hands growing more grubby by the minute and the dirt black under their nails.

“What’s that?” Vanessa narrows her eyes, reaches down to pick up the object she’s spotted. It’s embedded in the sand and she can’t really see what it is, but it looks like what she got her injections with at the doctor’s. Monique races over to see what she’s talking about and pushes her hand away quickly. Vanessa snaps. “Hey!”

“You’re not s'posed to touch that, it’s dangerous!” Monique cries, outraged. “What if you got stabbed?”

Vanessa snorts a laugh. “It’s ain’t a knife, M'nique, it’s only a stupid needle."

Then, almost as if Monique’s warning had been a dare, Vanessa picks it out the sand with her thumb and index finger, holds it by the plastic tube. Monique’s face falls. "Stop it, ‘Ness, that’s creepy.”

Vanessa laughs, starts making the needle float about while making spooky noises. Monique takes a step back, her face all panicked. Vanessa gives a giggle. Monique’s acting like a scaredy-cat; she does that sometimes and it’s funny to wind her up. She usually takes it well but she’s growing more distressed than she usually does. Her eyes are all wide and Vanessa stops playing the moment she sees tears start welling up in them. She immediately drops the needle into the river and crosses over to her, her trainers leaving huge Nike ticks in the sand.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I’m sorry,” she mumbles. She regrets joking around now, and Monique is wiping at her eyes and sniffing and smearing dirt across her face.

“They used to be all ‘round my house before we lived with Gran,” she sniffs. Vanessa gets a churning feeling in her tummy. She doesn’t really know what that means, but it makes her feel frightened just hearing about it. She can’t imagine how frightened Monique felt seeing them for real. Slipping the sleeves of her hoodie down over her hands, she gives Monique a hug, pats her back in the hope it’s comforting.

“I threw it in the river. Don’t worry. You don’t need to see it ever again,” Vanessa says. She’s not Monique, she doesn’t know what it’s like to have a sibling, but Monique is the closest thing to a sister she has and she wants to keep her safe. Monique is smiling at her when she steps out of the hug, and Vanessa feels relieved.

“An’ if it does come back we’ll just stab it before it can stab us first!” Monique jokes. It’s a silly joke but Vanessa still bursts out laughing.

“We’ll stab it with a stick!” she joins in, and soon the two girls are laughing and anything vaguely threatening has been forgotten about.

They end up cycling a lot that Summer, Monique showing Vanessa all sorts of hidden places all round the city. Vanessa never feels freer than when she’s racing around on dirt paths behind her best friend, and worries are a distant memory. Vanessa’s life is good and she has a lot of things to be thankful for but she knows she looks different and doesn’t fit in, she knows there’s a lot of things that the other kids have that she doesn’t, she knows that there are times when her Mama sits up at night time with her bills spilling out across the kitchen table and a calculator in her hand. Monique is a bright smile and a sense of adventure and she makes Vanessa feel happy.

They don’t go out on their bikes as much when they go back to school after the holidays. Year 4 flies by almost as quick as they used to cycle, as does Year 5. They don’t pretend as much in the playground anymore, preferring to run riot on the astroturf with the boys in their class and play football and get bruises on their shins from being tackled to within an inch of their life. Not much changes by Year 6; their last year of primary school when they should be responsible and conscientious and yet they’re still getting in trouble for giggling in class and playing pranks on the other kids and whispering swear words in Spanish (that one is Vanessa’s fault).

They’ve only got a month left of primary school and Vanessa’s allowed to walk home with Monique now as long as she keeps her phone on loud and texts her Mama to tell her if they’re stopping by the park or the snack van. Today is one of those days. They’re sat underneath the huge cherry blossom tree at the park; Vanessa wants to climb it but Monique’s saying that’s too babyish. They’re too old for that now, so they’re bluetoothing each other Tinchy Stryder and N-Dubz songs and blaring them at full volume out of their tinny phone speakers instead. Vanessa’s about to show Monique a parody somebody’s made of You’re Beautiful by James Blunt when Monique breaks the not-quite-silence.

“You gotta crush on anyone?”

Vanessa wrinkles her face up, snorts a laugh. “Ew! Nah. All the boys in our class are gross. I ain’t ever had a crush on any of ‘em.”

Monique gives a quiet laugh. “Me neither. They all use that Lynx Africa like it’s gonna cover up their B.O.”

Vanessa lets out a howl of laughter. She wasn’t lying to Monique; she doesn’t have a crush on anyone. If she thinks about it, she’s never really had a crush on any of the boys in her class. It’s just not something she thinks about. She cares more about her best friend than she’d ever care about any boy.

Their laughter dies down, and Vanessa gets a knot in her stomach. It happens every so often when she thinks about high school. Their class went up to see the school last week and it felt like such a terrifying maze of identical-looking corridors and crowds of kids so old they looked to be mini adults. Their teacher had told them to write down three friends they wanted to be in the same form class as, even though she said she couldn’t guarantee they’d get to stay together. Vanessa had written only one name on her form- Monique Heart - in her curly, barely-legible handwriting, the “i”s dotted with hearts. It’s been on her mind ever since, though. They’ve been together since Reception, Monique is all Vanessa knows. She wouldn’t begin to know how to make any other friends. She doesn’t want any other friends.

“M’nique,” Vanessa says, and the other girl looks up. “What happens if we ain’t in the same form class next year?”

Monique gives a small, humoured laugh. “Well then we ain’t in the same form class.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes and shoves her. “Duh, idiot! I mean like…with us. We still gon’ be best friends?”

Monique laughs dismissively, shakes her head at her. “Now who’s being the idiot?”

“I’m serious!” Vanessa objects, annoyed that Monique’s still got her eyebrows raised at her like she’s a little kid. She’s going to be 12 in October; it’s not like she’s a baby. “What if you find other cool girls to hang out with? What if you get a new best friend? What am I gonna do?”

“You’re gonna do nothing, cuz that ain’t gonna happen,” Monique insists. Her face lights up as she gets an idea, jabs a finger against the tree trunk. “Okay. If I carve our initials into this tree, it’ll be like a promise. That we’re always gonna be best friends. I don’t want to hang out with cool girls. It’s fun just me an’ you.”

Vanessa smiles, her heart feeling all warm at the reassurance. Monique rummages around in her bag and produces her keys, starts stabbing at the bark of the tree relentlessly. Vanessa flinches a little, part of the reaction a residual memory from watching Pocahontas too much when she was really little; she used to believe that trees could feel things like humans. She shares the memory with Monique who doesn’t laugh at her, even though she probably has every right to.

“Well humans feel things an’ they get tattoos. So this is like a tattoo for a tree,” she shrugs. She’s chipped a big capital M in the bumpy bark so far and is starting on an H.

“Hey, you think we should get matching tattoos when we’re grown ups?” Vanessa suggests, the idea exciting her. Monique frowns as she drags her key over the wood.

“Don’t they use needles for that?”

Vanessa regrets the idea as soon as Monique says it; she’d forgotten about her friend’s fear. She decides to commit to the idea. “They do, but they’re all clean an’ safe. An’ you wouldn’t have to be scared cuz I’d go with you.”

Monique nods as she starts on Vanessa’s name. “I never feel scared when I’m with you. Except when Mrs Del Rio yells at us.”

“She’s a big baby. She just hates us cuz we would be better teachers than her,” Vanessa shrugs. It’s true.

“Well, what tattoo are we gonna get? We need to decide now so we can start saving up for it,” Monique questions her. Vanessa scoffs.

“How much do you think a tattoo costs? It’s like ten pounds, God!"

It’s Monique’s turn to laugh. "Nah, it’s way more than that! My brother’s got one and his cost a hundred and fifty.”

Vanessa lets out an outraged screech. “That’s a damn lie! You’re gonna go to the bad fire if you keep tellin’ lies like that.”

“An’ you’re gonna go to the bad fire cuz you just cussed.”

“Well, see you down there,” Vanessa shrugs. She considers Monique’s question. “What about we get BFFs in cool writing?”

Monique nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! With a heart maybe.”

“Yeah!” Vanessa agrees, excited about the prospect of their matching tattoos. She Googles “when can i get a tatoo” (spelling’s never been her strong suit) and lets out a groan at what she reads. “Ugh. We have to wait seven whole years.”

“You have to wait seven years, I only have to wait six!” Monique boasts, Vanessa sighing. She hates being one of the youngest in the class. She doesn’t have time to feel down for long though, as Monique shows her her handiwork with a flourish; MH + VM, scratched into the tree forever. “There! Best friends forever.”

Vanessa feels as if her smile is going to break her face. It feels like her body is made of the sun’s rays. When Monique says that, high school doesn’t seem so scary any more.

“Where we gonna get these tattoos anyway?” Monique speaks again. Vanessa’s smile turns wicked and she can barely get her thoughts out without laughing.

“Imagine we get them on our butt!”

Vanessa thinks Monique’s Gran might be able to her them screeching with laughter from the top floor of her tower block.

***

Things change though, despite the promise they make. Monique doesn’t think either of them mean to break it but life gets in the way and God has other plans. It’s what she believes at least.

Though she doesn’t know what his plan was for separating her from her best friend. Monique cries for forty-five solid minutes when she receives the letter telling her what form class she’s in; she knows it’s different to Vanessa’s. Her Gran holds her tight and rocks her against her chest on the sofa while her brother yells at her to shut up and slams his bedroom door. Her Gran is full of comforting words: you’re a strong girl, and you’ve been through worse in your life than this, and this isn’t going to change a single thing, hush now. But it is going to change things. When she’s with Vanessa, Monique feels like she can take on the world. She brings out her confident side when she feels shy, matches every shriek with a screech, takes her mind off the fact that she lives in a shoebox fourteen storeys high in the air where the elevator doesn’t work and the stairwell smells like piss. She can’t imagine starting high school without her. She doesn’t want to imagine it.

Monique batters out of the flat despite her Gran shouting after her, dashes down the stairs like her life depends on it. Her heart feels ready to give out when she reaches the lobby and bursts out into the open air but she still unchains her bike from the rack outside, pedals madly to Vanessa’s house. The bike is too small for her now and it’s uncomfortable to ride but it’s all she has to get her to the person that matters most. She reaches the house and Vanessa’s Mama lets her in, and Monique takes the stairs up to Vanessa’s bedroom two at a time where they hold each other tight and bundle up in Vanessa’s duvet and sob and sob and sob.

But looking back, Monique knows she’d been a little dramatic that day. Not being in the same form class as Vanessa really is not the end of the world. They walk there together on their first day and give each other a tight, nervous hug before they each head to their own form rooms. Monique pushes down on the doorhandle and anxiety fills her body as she walks in, freezes at the doorframe. There’s about twenty other kids already in the room and the whole scene is a bit chaotic. There are two boys chucking a ball to each other across the classroom, some girls with hair in high ponytails screeching and playing Katy Perry out of their phone speakers. Even though Monique has sat through countless interviews with social workers, child psychologists and police officers, this is one of the scariest experiences of her life.

“Hey. You wanna sit with us?”

Monique’s eyes fall on a table of girls with skin just like hers and hair to match. Monique instantly feels 80% more reassured; she’s never seen a classroom with a colour palette like this in her life. She and Vanessa had been the only two girls in their year at primary whose skin colour had deviated from the sea of pink or almost-translucent. There’s one girl who fits that mold at the table with the others, and Monique thinks it’s funny that she’s got pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes and still happens to be the odd one out.

The girls take her under their wing that first day, and the next, and the next. They’ve all gone to a different primary school from Monique and so are already closer than close, but they never make her feel like an outsider. Asia with the sleek, black hair that tumbles down her back has a sweet smile and explains all the in-jokes that Monique doesn’t understand. Antonia, the girl who invited Monique to sit with them, has an intimidating face and a skinny frame but a kind heart and always shares her snack and pens with her. Roberta- Bob- has a huge untameable afro and personality to match, and her cousin Monét isn’t dissimilar apart from the fact that her hair is wavy and caramel instead of jet black and curly. They bicker with each other and gossip about their teachers and make Monique laugh when she’s down. And Brianna is kind and caring and is always able to put a smile on Monique’s face.

Before long, it seems like Monique has made five new friends without even having to try. She wishes she could say she’s friends with Vanessa like she always used to be, but that would be lying.

Because Vanessa’s made friends too. They’re the girls Monique’s Gran always warned her about- friends with the devil and they’ll lead you on a path straight to him. Akeria and Silky make a reputation for themselves at high school within a week of the year beginning. They mess about in class, text during lessons, Silky starts fights with other girls in the corridors that her victims never have the balls to finish. Akeria flirts with the boys and the rumours say she’s had her first kiss already. They backchat teachers and keep cans of spray paint in their bags and walk along the train tracks to the depot after school to spray their wobbly initials on the side of freight trains.

But despite the fact they don’t hang out as much in person any more, that doesn’t diminish the light that Monique keeps burning in her heart for Vanessa. They bump into each other in corridors and chat excitedly in the five minutes they have between lessons, smile and wave at each other from across the lunch hall, and they still text each other and walk there and back from school together. Well, until just after the start of Year 8. Vanessa starts getting a lift from Akeria’s Mum in the mornings and hanging out at the shopping centre with her and Silky after school. It’s not her fault, and Monique supposes she’s no better- Monét lives on Monique’s route to school so the two of them start walking together instead, and after school the girls often go to the chicken shop in town and shovel down wings to make up for the disgusting school lunches.

By her second year of high school it’s almost like Monique has a new best friend.

But she doesn’t want to think like that, so she’s overjoyed when it gets to the start of Summer, just before the last term of their second year ends, and Vanessa’s texts change from general small-talk chit-chat to an invitation to have a sleepover at her house at the weekend. Monique feels embarrassing levels of excitement as she texts back confirming she’ll be there.

M: Are your other friends gonna be there??

V: nah just me n u

And it is just her and Vanessa. It’s a gorgeously sunny day and Vanessa’s Mama puts up a tent in the garden that they can camp out in. It’s nice to be back with her, talking and giggling and laughing about stupid stuff. Vanessa laughs uproariously as she tells Monique about Silky and Akeria’s latest exploits and Monique listens nervously, anxious just hearing about them.

“Do you join in when they do stuff like that?” Monique asks her, after a story about how Silky signed her name in the same Sharpie she does her eyebrows with on a toilet cubicle door and got detention. Vanessa shakes her head, smiles bashfully.

“Nah. I tell ‘em it’s good to keep someone onside in case we get into trouble. The teachers’ll let us away with more if they like one of us. 'Least that’s my excuse,” she explains. Monique smiles, reassured.

“I didn’t think you were like them,” she says, relieved. She thinks Vanessa narrows her eyes at her, but she blinks and her expression has changed. Vanessa’s started wearing makeup and it suits her, even though her foundation is maybe a little off-colour. The mascara she’s swept onto her lashes opens up her eyes a little more and lets Monique see the twinkle that seems to be permanently shining in them.

She is so pretty, and Monique wishes she could look like her.

They talk as if nothing has changed over dinner, various barbecued meats grilled on a disposable barbecue Vanessa’s Mama got from her work. Monique has never had a barbecue before and she decides that burgers charred to within an inch of their lives are the best thing she’s ever eaten. They make smores from chocolate digestives and marshmallows for dessert and Monique howls with laughter as the chocolate and marshmallow melt down half Vanessa’s hand and she licks it off as her Mama rolls her eyes, goes to find her a hot cloth and mutters in Spanish that Monique doesn’t understand but knows is long-suffering. She has almost forgotten the way Vanessa can make her belly laugh just by acting the fool. Monique has spent two whole years not even knowing how much she’s missed her friend, too distracted by her new ones.

When it’s time to go to sleep they both cosy up under Vanessa’s duvet that’s been dragged outside and a sleeping bag each under that. Every available pillow and cushion in the house has been utilised in lieu of a blow-up mattress but the set-up is still comfortable, even though it’s pitch-black both in the tent and outside. It might be the end of June but it’s still cold once the sun goes down, and Vanessa has shuffled up near to Monique in a bid to try and keep warm. Vanessa being so close makes Monique feel warm on the inside as well as the outside.

“Hey, you know that rumour about Akeria kissing Dean from Year 9?” Monique pipes up, interested. “Is that true?”

Vanessa rolls onto her tummy to face Monique, and her eyes are sparkling with mischief even in the dark. It makes Monique’s stomach do a flip. “Yeah. They did it at the food court after school one day. You wanna know what else?”

Vanessa’s face is so full of glee that Monique can’t help but nod in anticipation. She’s almost in fits of laughter as she tries to get the secret out. “He tried to get her to touch his…you know!”

Monique lets out a screech that is equal parts horrified and amused as Vanessa dissolves into giggles too. “GROSS! Did she do it?”

“Ew! What do you think? Of course she didn’t. That shit’s nasty.”

There’s a pause in which Vanessa lets out a few more giggles. Monique doesn’t. She’s silent. She’s thinking.

“I wonder what it’s like.”

Vanessa’s voice is loud in the silence of the night. “What? Touching a boy’s-”

“No, idiot!” Monique laughs, explaining herself. “Kissing someone. Wonder if it’s as nice as people say it is.”

Vanessa falls quiet as well. Monique wonders what she’s thinking. She decides to break the silence. “You ever kissed a boy?”

Vanessa lets out a snort. “Come on, M’nique, you know I ain’t.”

“No I don’t!” Monique protests, her voice dropping to a murmur as she feels herself pout while she speaks. “I feel like I don’t know anything about you anymore.”

They both fall silent, and there’s a shift in the atmosphere that Monique can’t quite put her finger on. Vanessa lets out a sudden giggle.

“What?” Monique asks awkwardly, unsure if she’s meant to be in on the joke or the butt of it.

Vanessa’s face is scheming. She laughs a little, buries her face in her pillow before she speaks. “You know we could practise?”

Monique is slow on the uptake at first. “Practise? Practise what?”

She realises as Vanessa lifts her head and gives another giggle. Monique lets out a screech, takes the pillow from underneath her head and thumps her friend with it. “Ew, Vanessa! Ew, ew, ew! You’re so weird!”

“Oh, c’mon! I don’t wanna go kiss a boy and then be really bad at it, then he’s tell his friends and they’d tell their friends and then the whole school would think I’m shit!” Vanessa insists. Monique’s heart gives a very loud thud as Vanessa inches her face close to Monique. She’s not taken her makeup off and her mascara is all smudged around her eyes like makeshift eyeliner. She looks really pretty.

Monique shoves her away back onto the pillows. “I ain’t doin’ that shit with you! Ask Akeria since she’s so experienced.”

“But I don’t wanna practise with Kiki! I wanna practise with you!” Vanessa says matter-of-factly. Monique’s stomach gives another churn. Something is different, something has changed. Monique isn’t sure what it is or what to make of it.

“Well, tough shit. We ain’t…practising,” Monique huffs, turning her back to Vanessa and letting her eyes burn holes in the flimsy tent walls.

Vanessa’s voice comes from her side of the tent. “Fine! But if they call you…shit, I don’t know…Washing-Machine Mouth Monique…don’t say I never warned you!”

Monique lets out another huff, squeezes her eyes shut and wills herself to sleep. She feels weird. Her heart is going too fast and her stomach feels fizzy and it takes her a moment to realise her face has gone all hot.

“M’nique?” Vanessa’s voice comes from the darkness. She ignores it. “You mad at me?”

She sighs, rolls her eyes even though she knows Vanessa can’t see. “No.”

“Okay,” Vanessa says. Her voice is soft, and she rolls over onto her side. She rests her head against Monique’s back and puts an arm around her. They hug all the time, but this one feels different. It’s nice, though, and Monique feels warm and safe. “I’m sorry we haven’t hung out much. You know. Like we did in primary.”

“I’m sorry too,” Monique sighs, bringing a hand up to pat Vanessa on the arm. She ends up simply leaving it there.

“Hey, we should hang out more in the Summer! You know you can always come round to mine,” Vanessa continues.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Monique murmurs, letting out a heavy sigh. She’s not lying- it would be nice. She knows she could never have friends back to her flat because they don’t have the space and besides, most of them wouldn’t even want to set foot in the high rise anyway. Monét’s parents are doctors and Asia’s Dad is a barrister and her Mum is a lawyer, and Bob’s parents work in something accountant-y, and they all live in big houses with sweeping paved driveways and garages and gardens the size of the Emirates stadium. Granted Antonia’s Mum and Dad both work two jobs to pay the rent and Brianna’s Dad is a dustbin man while her Mum stays at home to look after her baby sister, but at least their families are happy ones. Monique has never known the luxury of a fancy house or a private garden or a car or a perfect, cookie-cutter family. She wonders if she ever will.

She’s pulled out of her thoughts by Vanessa giving her a gentle squeeze, cuddling closer. She didn’t think it would be possible but she somehow manages it, and Monique isn’t complaining. “G'night, M'nique.”

Monique is too tired to think any more. Vanessa’s arms feel comforting around her, and she chooses to settle in them. “Night, 'Ness.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #2003 #vanique #vanessa vanjie mateo #monique heart #best friends to girlfriends #lesbian au #high school au #fic challenge #diversity fic #s10 #black girl magic fic #tw mentions of implied child neglect #tw brief mentions of drug use

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based v loosely on @bbygirldahyun ‘s cheer au

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Summary:

“You’re the prettiest, most beautiful girl in this whole entire world.” Nayeon resumed swinging herself around the lamp post again. “And you picked me. Out of all the people in the world. You picked me! You picked Nayeonnie!”

Dahyun felt her ears grow hot. How could a person be so annoying and so cute at the same time.

“Hey!” Nayeon suddenly yelled into the night sky, shaking one gloved fist at the moon. “Hey! She picked me! She! Picked! Me!”

...

“Have I ever told you about your eyes?”

There was a long suffering sigh.

“Yes. You haven’t stopped talking about it since I picked you up.”

Nayeon carried on, ignoring Dahyun's amused smile. The answer didn’t stop her.

“They’re so brown...” Nayeon sniffled, the tip of her nose going pink. She looked up at the sky, having a silent conversation with the stars. She jammed her hands deep into her coat pockets. “Hot coffee with honey swirls. A rock in the pond and the sun hits it and it's like a shiny and shimmery and special? Chocolate and hard toffee pieces with the swirlies in the middle—” Nayeon stopped in her tracks, heels trailing in the melting snow, “—golden amber when the sunlight hits you in the morning. Did you know? They light up like honey-bronze when you smile? Especially when you’re happy. Like you got the stars stuck in your eyes. Hey did you know—” Nayeon turns around to look at her, suddenly serious, “you look like you have fireworks in your eyes when you’re happy.” She gave a long, wistful sigh. “I love them. They’re one of my favourite things about you. I can’t get enough. I could probably never get enough.”

Dahyun felt the back of her neck get hotter and hotter with every word Nayeon spoke.

“Have I told you that I love your eyes?”

“Yes. You mentioned that earlier when I came to get you from the bar.”

“And your hair—” Nayeon scampered under a nearby lamp post and grabbed onto the metal pole with one gloved hand. Then proceeded to swing herself around it, letting her head hang carelessly, dark hair falling loosely down her back in waves. “Oh my god, your hair. I never thought much of it. I don’t think I thought about it all in school. And then you started dying it. Gosh. When you walked into school that day with your blue hair—” her voice lowered into a whisper so loud that the wind howling around them was barely audible. “—I remember thinking you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my whole life. My whole, entire life. Do you know! How many years my life is!” Nayeon waved her hands around in the air frantically, her coat sleeves flapping around, her gloved hands appearing smaller than usual. Dahyun thought it made it look especially snuggly. “You know when you live- like-when you- like- are alive for a long time, I-I don’t know - I remember you walking into school with your blue hair. You were so- I knew I was ruined.”

She spun around the lamp post again before pulling herself upright, rocking slightly on her toes. She swung herself around once more and staggered to a stop.

“I can’t believe I thought nothing about your hair. Until you dyed it blue. Because now it’s black. Like before we met properly. It was black back then." Dahyun scrunched her nose, trying to follow Nayeon's thought process. Nayeon turned to face her with wide eyes. "God. Baby. I love your hair. But I still think about your hair all the time. Like all the time. Someone said you’d look bad with green hair—” Nayeon looked at Dahyun earnestly, a solemn expression crossing her features. Her eyebrows furrowed together in a stupidly cute frown. “—I don’t think you could ever look bad. You could never look bad.” She scowled deeply for a moment, then her expression cleared to give way to a pompous smile.

Dahyun felt her ears grow hot. How could a person be so annoying and so cute at the same time.

“Hey!” Nayeon suddenly yelled into the night sky, shaking one gloved fist at the moon. “Hey! She picked me! She! Picked! Me!”

Dahyun rushed to clamp a hand over Nayeon's mouth, looking around the streets in a panic. Nayeon continued her announcement, completely unbothered by her predicament. Her eyebrows came together, perplexed by Dahyun's panicked expression. Dahyun sighed exasperatedly when Nayeon turned big, confused eyes at her.

There was a group of teenagers milling around a park bench, who whooped wildly at Nayeon's loud declaration. Nayeon turned to grace Dahyun with a dopey smile. Big, adoring, brown eyes focussed intensely on her face, tracing her features like she was trying to memorise them; regarding her with open affection. Dahyun felt her cheeks redden at the intensity.

It's mid-winter. It’s the coldest it's going to ever be this year, but the bone-chilling wind is non-existent. No frost in her bones. Her nose doesn't feel the cold sting. Not when Nayeon’s words radiate pure warmth. Dahyun feels like she’s got a permanent fireplace, happily crackling away in her chest. The embers burning red hot and settling into a steady, slow fire. Comfortable. Perfectly warm.

How she makes her feel cosy and snug under a big, wooly blanket; cold hands wrapped around a steaming mug of hot chocolate; coming home to her love asleep on the sofa because she tried to stay up waiting for her. Nayeon's ability to make her feel safe and hopelessly in love, a constant.

Nayeon’s wrapped her arms around Dahyun’s waist and buried a cold nose in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Nayeon pulled away suddenly.

“You picked me,” Nayeon whispered, awestruck. She cupped Dahyun’s face carefully, like she was holding something made of delicate glass, she brushed a strand of hair from falling into her eyes. Her gloved thumbs rubbed gentle lines across Dahyun’s pink cheeks. And then turning away abruptly to bellow into the sky, “you hear that! She picked me!”

Dahyun knocked her head forward onto Nayeon's cheek, fondly exasperated. Then suddenly very serious. Nayeon's voice dropped into a whisper.

"I rescued you that one time, remember?"

Dahyun briefly thinks back to the previous night. And how Nayeon had turned into a world-class rock climber and scaled the counter in order to sit on top of the fridge. All because she'd seen a bug crawling across the floor.

("It's winter! There's no such thing as bugs in winter!")

“I’m not sure that you’re remembering that night very well, sweetheart,” Dahyun tells her dryly, voice muffled by Nayeon’s shoulder. She breathes in the scent of fresh pine needles and hot chocolate. Nayeon smells like Christmas and happiness, Dahyun’s not really sure how.

“From those scientologists?"

Dahyun scowls at the memory. Of all the situations to pick. Of all the days Nayeon had chosen to remember.

She had been walking back to their apartment, earphones in, volume turned all the way up, when she had been approached by a few middle-aged people dressed in suits, asking for directions. They’d seemed pretty normal, at first glance. Their attempt at making small talk and asking personal questions was innocuous at first, if a little, intrusive. They talked about her relationships with friends and family, even romantic; to her job, her education and future goals. The immediate switch from deeply invasive and nudges at her potential to be successful, was tempting. But a little weird. Dahyun had just chalked it up to old-people-nosiness. Some old-fashioned tough love, she’d thought. Prodding lightly at her insecurities and then balancing it with a solution; dangling it on a string, enticingly.

That is, until, they had approached a discreet building. Dahyun cursed herself when she realised she’d been scammed. This seemed very… cult-y, all of a sudden. Just as she was about to walk in, a girl had come flying at them. And rather deliberately spilled her coffee all over Dahyun's right sleeve. Dahyun watched in disbelief as the liquid — thankfully cold — seeped through her clothes and dramatically dropped onto their shoes and the footpath. The sound of liquid hitting cement, dramatically punctuating the scene.

"God I'm so sorry!"

And then she kept dabbing at Dahyun's stomach with a tissue, apologising profusely the whole time. Dahyun was so distracted by how gently she was guided away. The steady weight of a slender hand at her elbow, the familiar fresh scent of barely there flowery perfume and coffee. Nayeon’s teasing laugh in her ear.

Nayeon pulled back to give a deep curtsy, nearly cracking her forehead open on the frost-coated footpath. Dahyun caught her by the scarf and straightened her girlfriend up with a muffled grunt, gripping her firmly by the waist. She could feel Nayeon wobbling unsteadily and grabbing wherever she could reach to keep upright.

They soon started wandering. One hand down the small of Dahyun's back, the other wrapping tightly around her shoulders, almost drawing her into a hug. Dahyun huffed an amused sigh.

“Yes. I’m sure you felt very chivalrous.” Dahyun’s voice was dry, muffled by Nayeon's shoulder.

Nayeon nodded heavily, wrapping her arms tightly around Dahyun's shoulders and drawing herself up before cockily saying, “I am a lady...”

There was a pause. She faltered, her expression shut down.

“I try—to be a lady. I try to be a good person.” Her voice wobbled dangerously. “I am trying to be a good person, I promise. I’m trying to be a good person. I promise, Dahyunnie.”

Dahyun looked up, inhaling sharply when she found Nayeon staring down at her. Her warm brown eyes were big and shiny, and starting to swim with unshed tears, the deep guilt beginning to creep through. Years upon years of guilt and regret behind a wide, vulnerable stare. Her jaw was trembling. She sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of a gloved hand. Dahyun felt her heart clench tightly.

How could someone look so impossibly pretty with tears running down their cheeks, it was beyond all logic; ocean deep eyes swirling with something. Dahyun can see the waves crash to shore.

“God—Dahyunnie—” Nayeon’s voice cracked, she gave another soft sniffle, “I’m so so so sorry for everything I did at school—how I treated you—I know you might never be able to forgive me—God I’ve been so horrible—you didn’t deserve any of that, you were so wonderful and always kind, how could I have been so—how could I have treated you so cruelly—”

Nayeon wrung her hands together and brought them up to her face, the heels of her palms covering both eyes as she tried to reign in her emotions. “I treated you so terribly just because it took me three seconds to fall in love with you and I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. God — I am so sorry. I’m trying to be good. I promise I’m trying my best. I know I’ve been—”

Dahyun cut her off hastily, unable to stand how sad Nayeon sounded. “What do you think of my ears?”

Nayeon blinked at her, dazed and thrown off for a loop. “Your—ears?”

“Yes,” Dahyun told her quickly, “my ears. What do you think of them?” She walked them briskly down the street, hooking an arm around Nayeon’s waist and pulling her close, while speaking. “I’ve always thought they were a bit funny looking and kind of big. They stick out too much. Don’t you think?

“No!” Nayeon inhaled sharply, aghast at the mere thought of Dahyun not liking her own ears. “Your ears are perfect. So so adorable and SO perfect. Like-like—little pink sea-shells. But…” her voice was loudly conspiratorial, furtive, “my favourite thing about you, my absolute favourite thing in the WHOLE entire UNIVERSE about you,” she was getting louder and louder with every word she spoke as they turned the corner, “despite how much I love your pretty eyes and your pretty ears and your pretty hair, are the little noises and grunts you make when I lick your pu—“

Dahyun clamped her hand firmly over Nayeon’s mouth and held it there until her jaw stopped moving. She glared at Nayeon when she finally ripped her hand away. Nayeon’s eyes were wide as she stared at Dahyun expectantly.

“Will you lower your voice, you absolutely incredible idiot?” Her face was visibly dark red, even in the dim of the streetlights. She could feel a furious blush travel all the way from her cheeks down to her spine.

“Rude,” Nayeon muttered under her breath, her lips jutting into a prominent frown. A frown that Dahyun was struggling not to lean over and kiss. Nayeon crossed her arms over her chest and repeated to herself, “rude. Rude. Rude. Rude. Rude. You are very, very VERY rude.”

Nayeon pulled away from her sulkily, and then pouted while walking over to a short wall. Dahyun watched as she leaned against the brick and proceeded to slither down it slowly, theatrically planting herself on the damp footpath. She swayed unsteadily, eyes closing, eyelashes fluttering.

Dahyun groaned, torn between feeling very annoyed very fond. She grabbed at the lapels of Nayeon’s thick coat and shook her gently, while also trying to pull her to her feet. Nayeon’s head lolled lazily at the movement. “No-no, no, Nayeonnie, keep your eyes open— oh for f— don’t close your eyes,” Dahyun shook her again and then hissed, “don’t you dare close your eyes.”

“Leave me alone, lady. I am spoken for,” Nayeon said slowly, turning the words over carefully in her mouth, eyes closed. She slapped at the air in front of her, uselessly swatting at Dahyun’s scarf. Her voice was slurring more thoroughly with every word she spoke, while sliding further down the wall.

Dahyun eyed her girlfriend exasperatedly. Somehow, despite all this, Nayeon still managed to look like the prettiest person she’d ever seen, drunk off her ass and half passed out in the middle of the street. Dahyun rubbed at the middle of her forehead, deeply pained. What was she supposed to do? Nayeon let out a soft snuffle. God, she was so cute.

“Come on.” Dahyun grunted. She hooked her arms around Nayeon’s middle and dug her heels into the ground, nearly falling backwards as she attempted to pull Nayeon off the pavement. She heaved another grunt when Nayeon fell into her arms as they stumbled into each other. Dahyun slung Nayeon’s arm around her shoulders, and held steadfastly to her waist.

Nayeon’s head lolled forward and she leaned heavily against her, nearly folding the both of them over as they stumbled down the street, snow beginning to lightly fall from the sky. Dahyun dragged her past three more buildings, not for lack of effort. Nayeon was completely enamoured by all the christmas lights. Forcing them to stop in front of every house that had visible decorations, which meant that they stopped at every house on the way back to their building.

They’d managed to finally make it to their building. Dahyun had bargained hard and promised her girlfriend at least six different types of dessert. She leaned Nayeon against a pillar, one hand firmly gripping onto the lapels of Nayeon’s coat and the other trying to fish out their key. It was a fight to keep her girlfriend on her feet, Nayeon was determined to slither down to the floor every time Dahyun so much as thought of looking the other direction. Dahyun managed to get them in front of the elevator. Then, with great effort, dragged Nayeon up the stairs and into their apartment. Only stopping halfway up the staircase to catch her breath, and brush stray wisps of hair from Nayeon’s face. Nayeon rewarded her with a dopey, sleepy grin and patted Dahyun’s cheek clumsily.

“Here we are.” Dahyun breathed out, breathless, as she fumbled at the doorknob, balancing Nayeon against the doorframe and they fell through the doorway landing in a heap on the carpeted floor.

Dahyun lay on the floor, gulping air into her lungs for several long seconds and then rolled Nayeon out of the way and kicked the door closed behind them. She coaxed a boneless Nayeon off the floor with gentle ministrations and helped her out of her heavy coat. Shucked off her shoes, peeled through the layers of clothes, and pulled an oversized hoodie over Nayeon’s head. She rubbed up and down Nayeon’s shoulders in a mostly unsuccessful attempt to keep her girlfriend awake. Nayeon was pliant and soft under her touch and Dahyun couldn’t help but feel intense affection fill her entire body when Nayeon gifted her with another wide, sleepy smile, eyes disappearing into happy crescents.

Dahyun propped Nayeon on the toilet seat and brushed her teeth carefully. Taking in Nayeon’s sleepy expression, Dahyun held Nayeon’s head up with one hand, thumb brushing Nayeon’s jawline fondly. She removed Nayeon’s makeup with slow, thorough movements, and somehow managed to take out her contacts without much of a fuss.

She tucked Nayeon carefully under the covers, pulling them up to her chin and patting the space around her. She gave Nayeon’s shoulder one last pat and made a noise of satisfaction before disappearing into the bathroom to carry out her own nighttime routine. She returned to the room and crawled into bed as quietly as possible; nudging herself into Nayeon’s shoulder, Nayeon’s arms automatically wrapped around her and pulled her close.

Dahyun lifted her head, angled herself just so, and pressed a kiss square on Nayeon’s lips before settling back into her shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

There was a moment there where the night stood still, the earth seemed to stop in its tracks just to remember.

Where only Dahyun and Nayeon existed.

Nayeon's eyes immediately snapped open and she snatched her arm from around Dahyun with a violent jolt, nearly tumbling off the bed.

Dahyun sat up, covers pulled to her chest and watched with wide, confused eyes as Nayeon hurriedly sat up, roughly grabbed her pillow and held it against her chest as she stood, back against the wall directly facing their bed. Nayeon blinked, squinting around their bedroom, as if looking for something before making a beeline to the far end, just behind the bedside table. She glanced around the room one final time and dropped her pillow on the floor and planted herself there, shuffling around a few times before settling. She plumped up her pillow under her head and closed her eyes with a deep sigh.

Dahyun stared at her for several long seconds, completely baffled, before finally speaking. “Nayeon...what on earth are you doing? Come to bed. It’s cold down there. Aren’t you going to sleep up here with me?”

Nayeon opened one eye blearily, to fix her with an intense stare. She shook her head so vehemently that her hair swished this way and that around her head. “No. You seem like a perfectly nice person. I’m sure you’re great, but I have a girlfriend. I’m not messing that up for anything. She’s my entire world. She’s the best person ever. And I love her and I want to be with her forever.” Nayeon shut her eyes and continued speaking. Meanwhile Dahyun grew warmer, and warmer with every word that came out of her mouth. Her ability to wrap her up in a warm blanket. Dahyun’s heartbeat quickened. “I’m going to marry that girl one day. I can’t mess this up. I already messed up once. I’m not going to mess it up. Not for anything.”

Nayeon closed her eyes again and promptly went to sleep. How could someone just say all those things without any regard for her heart, thrashing violently in her chest. She could hear Nayeon’s long, even breathing from where she lay, the sound of it soothing her bones.

Dahyun had never really understood the falling in love more everyday thing, until she met Nayeon. And really it wasn’t like she even had a choice. Nayeon loved effortlessly and with her whole heart, no reservations. No hesitation. Threw her soul in there too, for good measure. Dahyun knew she held Nayeon’s heart in her hands, but wasn’t sure of how long, until tonight.

They had fallen together so easily, Dahyun thought, buried under the covers, patting at the empty space next to her. But still feeling like her whole chest had ripped itself open. Finally realising the infinite galaxy-wide chasm of how deeply her love ran for Nayeon. And it should have been scary, in theory. To give yourself so completely, so wholly, to someone else. The strength of it, confused her as much as reassured her.

The incredible risk.

Dahyun had never thought she’d ever be capable of loving someone so intensely, so deeply. The way she loves Nayeon, sometimes it feels like she’s drowning. Like the ocean feels deep enough to swallow her completely. But they’re only little birds just on the verge of learning how to take flight. Young deer taking their very first steps, and losing balance. Because aren’t embers still tiny flames, even if they’re still fluttering and quivering now. Because one day, the stumbling will have turned into a graceful dance. And the embers will be a steady, unwavering fire.

But their love goes like this: in tiny, baby steps. With room to grow. Always with room to grow.

So here they are, in the still quiet of night, and Dahyun can hear Nayeon’s soft snores from across the room. The quiet hum of the heater overhead.

Because Nayeon doesn’t want anything from her except, maybe, lazy Sunday mornings watching the world rush by, while having a coffee on their balcony. Maybe, to go grocery shopping after work, and debate the importance of ice cream flavours in the freezer section but buys Dahyun’s favourite anyway. Wants to listen to music in their car, with the windows rolled down to let the gentle breeze in, and maybe have a quiet conversation about her day and everything in between.

She knows that Nayeon wants nothing more than to spend some time together, just them, for a little while.

Maybe while they’re at it, they may as well watch sunrises and sunsets together for the rest of their lives. Point out the purples and oranges and pinks and reds, no one else can see, from where they’re sitting together. Side by side, tucked into a quiet pocket.

And Dahyun’s okay with that. She climbed out of bed to drape a second blanket over Nayeon’s sleeping form, dropped a tiny, featherlight kiss onto Nayeon’s temple and tucked another pillow behind her shoulder.

She’d make them breakfast in the morning.

#dayeon #dahyun #nayeon #twice #twice hcs #twice headcannons #twice scenarios #twice imagines #UMM #i guess alcohol tw???#but anyways its winter in this but its summer where i live and i am Suffering #dw kids i asked permission #i hav known this kid since i was 16 :((( its so #IM EMO #i can pinpoint the EXACT moment where i went on a tangent and lost my braincell #and accidentally changed tone my bad LOOOL

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coollyinterferes · 5 years

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💌 when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of ur fav followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💌

//Okay but, first of all tHANK YOU AHHHHHHHH @rdestiny

Those are five things more than I like abt myself but aahhhHHh let’s give it a shot ;v; I might not send this cause I see everyone’s already done this?? but please know that if you’re reading this, mutuals and non-mutuals, and even if you’re not reading this tbfh, that I love you all and that you’re all amazing~ 1.- I’m fairly good at smelling bs and telling when someone’s being fake and stuff.2.- Idk if it counts, but I’d like to think all the effort I’ve put into writing for Speedwagon so far (via rps, fanfics, headcanons and whatnot) has helped one way or another to change some of that “useless boi, 100% innocent, soft and pure” mentality some people have about him.

3.- Even though I’m not as fast at learning things as I’d like to, I’ve managed to improve quite a lot since I started writing in full English abt 10 years ago. I still write like a 5 year old, but my vocabulary seems to be less shit than it was at first :O (my writing in Spanish has suffered some consequences to it, but I usually never have anyone to write with in that language so it’s all good, lol).

4.- I’m a loyal guy and a good listener even if I don’t always know what to say in response. I don’t socialize a lot thanks to my social anxiety and me needing time to charge batteries for socializing, but when people come to me and feel comfortable enough to share their problems with me and stuff, I will always do my best to listen to them and they can be 1000% sure that whatever they tell me will be safe with me. I’ve had irl “friends” stab me in the back more than once in the past, so I know very well how much that shit can hurt and I honestly wouldn’t think of doing that to others. I’m also pretty laid back in general and have managed to develop a thick skin in general (however, if someone is mean on purpose towards me or my friends, I’ll treat them the same way in return).

5.- I don’t like my art style, but I’ve come to terms with it, so I don’t really care anymore. Sounds negative, but I swear it is not (so much)!! Seeing things that way has allowed me to work on my art more comfortably and just draw whatever tf I please rather than getting all stressed because I don’t see any remarkable progress in a certain period of time or any big numbers when it comes to notes and so on (i just wish my energy and motivation to draw come back from war soon :’’’’D).

#rdestiny #;answered #[thank you so much again for sending this in!!! <3]#[sending lots of positivity your way~!!]#;ooc tag

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B, F, I, J, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z for Kidou please! :p

B: Benefits - Any perks of him/her dating you?

- I will be a realist here. You will become super smart and your confidence will boost upon the max. You will always receive compliments about your looks, you will always get that positive energy from him and you will finally realize that your existence matters and you will finally accept your looks and love yourself. Even the most insecure people will finally break from the chains and feel free if they spend time with him. Even the slightest flaw of yours will be counted as a treasure for Kidou. He will never dare to talk about your insecurities, but will make you forget that they exist and accept them as an art and he will indicate only your beauty. You will feel loved, supported and protected.

F: Fur/feathers - What kind of animals will they give you? Or do they like animals?

- He is not an animal person, because he kinda feels uneasy with an animal in the house. Of course he will not mind if you have some kind of a nuisance to take care in the house if you desire. He can buy you both birds and animals. He always thought cats are disgusting and he prefers to have a small dog, since big dogs kinda worry him and he feels like they will leap and tear you apart at any moment. Its most likely of him to buy a small dog or just a simple talking parrot. He will pay attention to the color and chose wisely, but will trust the whole care to you, since he is actually not experienced in taking care of animals.

I: Intimacy - Will they rush with sex?

- Nope, not at all. He actually forgets that intercourse exists due to his work and other stuff he has to do. Even so... his respect towards women is so powerful that he even won't dare to touch you if you feel uncomfortable. He will even turn around when you dress up. If you alone desire to do the thing with him, he will gladly accept you, but keep in mind that he actually wants his first time to be with the girl he will marry.

J: Jokes - Can they make you laugh hard?

- He will make you laugh when he narrates stories in which Endou took part. He will comprehensively describe everything that happened and you will laugh out loud when you hear the things they did. He will even narrate the whole practice if it had something funny. He will also expose to you all his nicknames and you will not resist it. He describes only the people's dumb actions when it comes to making you laugh.

S: Scent - What is their scent? Do they like yours?

- His scent has been the same since he is a kid - a strong ass cologne, even after and before practice. He only uses that, and manages to slap everyone with the huge fist of pheromones, nothing else in addition-

About your scent, he will adore yours, it will be his drug and eternal desire. He only wishes to get back from work/school and breathe in deep your fresh scent and finally relax, restart his mind and take a small rest until he begins his work again. Every time he smells you, he is finally back to normal and restores his sanity, all his worries fade and his negative emotions as well. You are his solace.

T: Tenderness - Do they get offended easily? Are they way too frail or vulnerable towards your words?

- He is really. You are his treasure and you can offend him easily. Though he will not show it externally, internally he will cry and writhe. He really gets offended and all of his negative thoughts come back, that he is not enough, that you don't deserve him, that you need someone better, that he is nothing, that everything he does is in vain, you want to ditch him and etc. He is just really vulnerable and you should be careful.

U: Utopia - Are they the perfect soulmate? Is life with them flawless?

- 👀yep. I mean, he is respectful, caring, loyal and you read the first answer. The only flaw you will have is the distance towards each other. Kidou will be submerged with so much stuff to do even in his free time, due to his strict foster father. You will not talk with days, because he will always work and focus more and that. He will sure call you to check if you are doing okay and to tell you how are things going with him and thats it. This however will not separate you. He cares a lot about your relationship and he will try his best to meet up with you and spend at least some little time with you, because while he works he thinks of you non stop.

V: Voice - How do they speak to you?

- He speaks to you how he speaks to a formal meeting. He will always try to keep calm and hold a normal conversation with you. He will raise his tone only a bit when he is nervous, but will never shout at you. That is why conversations are always calm with him. He is so chill and collected that its almost impossible not to stop and just thank him for that attitude he has.

W: Weakness - Do they have any weaknesses towards you?

- Aha, that is tricky here. If you stare in his eyes deeply and narrow yours only slightly to make that 'seductive' look, and only smirk a bit, he is done. Like, you conquered his body and he cannot resist you at any cost. His legs will shake and he will start sweating, because this is his standard of sexy. If you come closer to him he will receive a heat stroke, and if you touch him his intestines will melt. You are just attractive and appealing to him in every shit kind of way, like he is so in love that even one blink will make him collapse.

X: (Ex)citement - Do they get excited for the smallest things with you?

- He does, only that he will not jump around like a kid. He will most likely watch you jump and scream, which will warm his heart. He will submerge you with hugs and kisses, saying how brave and clever you are, pointing out how much he is proud and loves you. He will watch you all day long being so happy and jumpy and he will just sit there, smile and praise himself for what an amazing and unique soul mate you are.

Y: Youth - Are they acting childish to cheer you up? Or are they serious and speculate a lot on that?

- He is more of the serious type. He knows that childish plays will not fascinate you, so he will try to speculate things perfectly before talking to you about your problems and all the things that actually burden and depress you. This topic and situation is taken way too seriously by him, because he himself has suffered and he wants to prevent you from all these things as well. He will first try his best to find the source of the problem. If he cannot remove it, he will always hold you close and try his best to protect you and help you with everything until you recover. He will never leave you, never.

Z: Zzz - Are they a heavy sleeper? How do they sleep? Do they like to wake you up?

- He is a light sleeper, but this never bothered him, since he falls asleep fast. He is so effing silent and still that you will constantly check if he is alive. He only breathes in his sleep, no snoring or bothering sounds at all. Both of you will be so quiet like oof. He will rather watch your beautiful face in its sleep than waking you up and causing a disturb. He will caress your cheeks and remove excess hair from your face, smiling at your beauty and falling again asleep.

Hope you liked them.

Thanks for the ask! Feel free to ask me again. Stay healthy ❤

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven orion #inazuma eleven ares #inazuma eleven go #kidou yuuto #ie #ie headcanons #inazuma eleven headcanons #my opinion

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breziarchive · 6 years

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for hanaye_91 on twitter, thanks so much for your patience even though you see me spewing bullshit day in and day out :V the last majimako request of 2019 (but not the last boogaloo, don’t worry), hannyaman x makoto and mmmm it was almost a horror story for a hot minute there sORRY my roots are showing

valentine’s day boogaloo - guidelines - ko-fi

((requests closed! ko-fis still forever appreciated, thank you))

The feeling of being watched would follow her all her life. At this point she had come to accept this. Sometimes, with walls and photos of the family she had loved and lost to surround her, she found peace. But even then the eyes of the pictures watched over her. She was never truly alone, and that both made her despair as it did irritate her. All she wanted was peace.

That was the true feeling she couldn’t shake.

Tonight, though, both cards came into play full force. Each word she heard on the street on her way home was a hushed hiss. Each hair that stood on the back of her neck pricked with terror at every step. Fridays were her late days, and unfortunately it was everyone else’s late day too. Paranoia seeped in her skin like a parasite, worse than before. She window-shopped at closed stores; excuses to use her peripheral vision to see if anyone was following her.

As usual, no one was.

But she seemed to see a lot of black tuxedos in the crowd. Curiously more than usual. Curiously always facing her.

Makoto’s pace quickened.

Farther away from the loud and bright districts, ducking into alleys to bypass streets, she kept her head in the popped collar of her jacket. Worrying her jaw by chewing on the edge of her scarf, she tried to keep her eyes forward until she reached the train station that would take her one street away from her apartment. She turned to look.

No tuxedo.

Releasing a breath of relief, she calmed herself by smoothing her collar down while waiting for the train. A few others were there with her, but as they weren’t wearing a tuxedo she paid them no mind. The train arrived and she stepped on, three of the people with her, two choosing other cars. Makoto laid her head back against the window and let her body shake with the rumble of the car. Muffled conversation brought her to a doze, but as she still had to stay alert she opened her eyes and lazily read the advertisements. Following them from one to the other, sweeping over the casual clothes of her car-mates, she glanced at the overhead scrolling text and then to the train door.

Her heart stopped. In the other car a tuxedo stood, facing her. The face itself was too warped by the shaking of the train and the grime of the window, looking like a monster. She inhaled sharply, suddenly rigid and mortified.

“Hey, lady,” one of the passengers glanced over, “Y’alright over there?”

“U-Um,” Makoto swallowed nervously as she stared at the door. The tuxedo moved, turning away and she watched as it innocuously sat down—like he had simply been pacing impatiently instead of stalking her, “Y...yes, I’m fine. Long day, that’s all.”

“Y’sure?”

Makoto didn’t even look at him as she nodded into her scarf, staring at the small space between her shoes.

“Good. Wouldn’t want to see a day ruined, now,”

She almost shut the words out, but their oddity made her furrow her brow for a moment. No, too paranoid—she was just on edge. He had probably had a drink or two after work and was heading home just like her. Sinking into her seat and burying herself so all she smelled was the stale wool of her scarf, she stared off into the abyss until the train came to her stop. Makoto stood up, left faster than usual, and willed herself to ignore the world around her and just go. If she got home unscathed and unwatched, all of this would’ve been for absolutely nothing—but better safe than sorry.

“Lady, hey, wait up!” the man from the train car jogged up to her, offering his elbow, “Need me to walk ya home?”

Makoto hesitated, looking at his arm like it was covered in spikes. In that moment her encroaching relief that it was almost over was burned away and she shrank back, keeping her voice polite.

“Oh, no. I’m alright, thank you,”

“Ah, we’re prob’ly headed the same direction anyways,” the man shrugged, “Me an’ my buddies won’t be a bother.”

“Thanks…,” Makoto said, flat and dry.

She tried to lose them, taking her time at a convenience store, cutting into narrow alleys, snaking around the district with no map in mind to follow. It wasn’t long before she realized they were following her and they would not stop, even when she tried to kindly ask them to be on their way.

They laughed like she was joking, but their bodies blocked her off into a long alley. She huffed, perturbed but not intimidated, and turned to exit out the other end.

The other end, where a tuxedo stood facing her.

Makoto’s breath hitched and she felt ice in her veins. Though the face was shadowed she could see ugly curves in the low light; an anguished brow, high cheekbones, stretched lips, yellowed fangs, horns, but most of all a singular yellow eye peering out while the other was swallowed by darkness.

She had been right this whole time.

“Hey, lady,” the original man said, “C’mon, had your fun yet? We’re gettin’ bored, and you haven’t paid us yet,”

Makoto didn’t say anything, eyes fixed to the figure standing like a statue. Shadows seemed to seep from it, ilk and ichor sinking into asphalt.

“Hey, hey!” he grabbed her, irritated, “I said we haven’t been paid yet, lady! I’m talkin’ to ya!”

Flinching, she wrenched herself from his hold and instinctively struck him across the chest. She would’ve yelped, but the eerie aura of the demon hushed her voice. The other two men that had followed her closed around, cooing at her like they were impressed with her incredible display. Beneath the ice her heart began to beat in panic and she backed, stumbling over waterlogged boxes of junk as she tried to weave away. Arms from the men shoved her and she fell, folding like a lawn chair into one of the boxes before it gave way under her weight.

Makoto felt her lips snarl in contrast to the mounting fear in her mind, but before the men’s mocking voices took control she saw the sharp outlines of a black figure.

The tuxedo stood over her. Quiet. Calm. Deliberate. The face, she could finally see, was a grotesque mask hanging over a bearded chin. A hole sank into the left eye, black and dark and nothing but shadow. No words came from the lips of the man, even as her three attackers backed away, startled but not scared.

A cigarette appeared in the masked man’s hand and he quietly lit it. Silence filled the alley in that moment, as if summoned by his presence alone.

“Hey…,” an attacker piped up, “Who in the fuck do you think you are?”

“Noh ain’t here tonight! Beat it!”

Makoto shrank farther as the Hannya-man raised a foot and carefully stepped over her. Twisting her body to watch his every movement, her eyes went wide as he approached the attackers. Packed together as three, fear didn’t seem to cross their minds until the width and breadth of his shoulders and chest became abundantly clear.

“You deaf as well as mute?” still the leader taunted, “We said beat it!”

The cigarette glowed in front of the fangs of the hannya, and long fingers carefully removed it from his lips. There was a beat. Another beat. The leader opened his mouth.

Smoke billowed from the maw of the Hannya-man, clouding the attackers. They screamed in disgust, but before it morphed into anger he dove into the smoke after them.

Makoto shut her eyes and plunged herself into the darkness the Hannya-man invited around him as the screams of the attackers filled the quiet alley. But she did not remain still. The bottom of her spine burned with pain and she willfully kept herself blind, but she pulled herself to her hands and knees and began to crawl. Cigarette smoke filled the air, and though it should’ve just been like any other smoke there was something about it she found invigorating. Something long-forgotten but familiar, even as she pulled all her focus to her hands searching the ground in front of her. Finding the wall, she used it to bring herself to her feet. Half-afraid she’d be blind if she opened her eyes, half-accepting, she held her breath, counted to three to the sounds of fleeing men, then exhaled and opened her eyes.

The asphalt sprawled beneath her feet. Her breaths came easy and relieved, at least for a moment until a shadow passed over her. Meek, she looked up to the predatory, anguished scowl of the mask. It hovered over her, silent as ever. She couldn’t say she was cowering, but she wasn’t moving either. With only the yellow glare of the mask there was no way to tell if the Hannya-man was simply clearing the competition to have her for himself.

Then he cocked his head. Slight. But there. Makoto blinked.

Suddenly conscious of how hard she was pressing herself flat against the building, she relaxed a bit. The Hannya-man pulled his head back, as if curiously giving her space. Makoto didn’t take her eyes of him, but began to cautiously brush herself off, gingerly massaging her wrists. He watched, at times cocking his head or craning his neck as if to judge her actions.

Interesting.

Interesting until she noted that her tailbone—rather, her butt—still hurt from being shoved onto pavement. She frowned at the Hannya-man, calculating. The smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air, from his breath.

She didn’t know why she did what she did. If she tried to figure it out she could only rule that it must’ve been on instinct, because she sure as hell didn’t know what was going on. Only that she placed her hand over the hannya mask and shoved him so as to force him to look away. A grunt caught in his throat and he jerked, but, with her hand keeping his face turned away, ultimately he did nothing.

Curious.

Quite curious, she mused, as she rubbed her backside and dimly thought herself like some weathered old woman suffering from a fall.

Releasing him, she straightened herself out and watched as he slowly came back to stare at her. The anguish in the mask seemed indignant now, but the longer he let his gaze linger on her face and only her face it drifted into sadness. Maybe it was just the slight pull of his lips beneath the teeth of the hannya. Or maybe it was the realization of their closeness—closer than friends should stand, but far enough away that it felt uncomfortable, halfway, unfinished.

Makoto breathed.

Then the mask leaned in and she pulled back, nearly smacking her head on the building behind her. It caused him to stop, startled from something she couldn’t know, and he pulled back again. Stuck between wanting to leave but wanting to know more about the curiosity in front of her, Makoto froze, waiting, staring.

She supposed she could’ve asked a question. It wasn’t like she was the one that was either mute or bound by some oath of silence or something. But it didn’t seem appropriate, as it seemed much the same on a sunny day buried in her memory. So instead, she didn’t speak, just simply mimicked him and cocked her head.

The Hannya-man contemplated. Then he leaned in again and Makoto kept herself still. The wood of the mask lifted against her forehead as his dry lips reached forward and pressed against the center of her brow. Makoto’s eyelids fluttered but didn’t close, staring at the blurriness that was his neck, so close to her that she swore she could feel its heat.

His lips left. The mask fell back into place as if it hadn’t been disturbed in the first place. He turned his head, the empty eye socket facing her.

Was it shame, she wondered.

As her hands instinctively curled around a walking stick that no longer was there nor had it been for some time now, the Hannya-man opened her path, bowing with a sweeping dramatic gesture to let her get on her way. Makoto peeled away from the wall and gingerly slid each foot forward until the Hannya-man was behind her.

She heard his footsteps, quick but not so deliberate as his actions had seemed before. Upon reaching the end of the alley so she stood under the street lamp he had stood under just moments before, she turned around.

The back of the tuxedo faced her.

Makoto wondered if that had been the first time it had.

#valentine's day boogaloo #majimako #majima goro #makimura makoto #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #hannya man #HNNDSFDF

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Toxic Veins (Alucard x OC): Chapter 3

Warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, Death

Pairings: Alucard x OC

Word Count: 2692

Summary: After the memorable reunion with the members of Hellsing, and the meeting of the strange vampire, Alucard, we travel to our location where we attempt convincing an entire police force to allow us to kill a legion of ghouls and their vampire leader. Well, this should be an interesting encounter. I still have a few questions regarding the nonhuman amongst Hellsing that appears to have an ego bigger than his hat. Perhaps my dear old friend Integra will be kind enough to answer those questions.

Let's find out, shall we?

The entire atmosphere stood quietly. The only sound was the whirling blades of the helicopter.

My lids were half-lidded, covering the magenta orbs that stared mindlessly at the earth below. My arms lay comfortably crossed as my hair blew in my face, tickling my skin. That was when I caught sight of the red figure walking below, disappearing into the forest.

"When were you planning on telling me you had a vampire working for you?" I moved my head to look at Integra, who sat with her arms and legs crossed on the opposite side of me.

"When it became relevant. As it did when you agreed to work with us." She simply said.

"And why are you allowing him off on his own? You know how reckless they can be, yet he's killing his own kind alone. Are you certain you can trust him?"

She looked at me in absolute seriousness. "I trust him with my life. As much as I trust you. He's not just any other pitiful vampire you have killed before, Phyre."

Now that piqued my interest. I rose my eyebrows. "And what makes him different from others?"

There was a moment of silence before she sighed. "Do you remember a certain individual known as ‘Count Dracula’?"

Count Dracula? What's that got to do with anything? We're talking about Alucard.

Wait.

D-r-a-c c-a-r-d u-l-a A-l-u

Isn't Alucard just Dracula spelled backward? Does that mean Alucard is...

My head snapped to the right to stare at her. "You didn't."

"Actually, I didn’t. My father did. I just happened to inherit him after his death."

My eyes widened. "Why the hell would Arthur keep Dracula as a servant? And how, he's Dracula?!"

Her lips puckered. "Well, technically he is Vlad Tepes III—"

"I don't care what his name was, Integra! He is the king of vampires that Abraham Van Helsing supposedly killed, why of all places would he end up as your servant?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples to rid of the headache that had just appeared.

"Alucard is an ancient vampire who was pressed into service by my ancestor, Abraham Van Helsing, forever bound as a servant of Hellsing after his supposed death. After the death of my father, who was Alucard's previous master, I became the head of Hellsing, along as his new master. He serves me and carries out every order I give him with loyalty and absolute trust. Now, does that satisfy your curiosity?"

I'm not sure. I'm still processing that the king of vampires, the one monster my ancestors were determined to kill, was my coworker.

I hummed and looked back down at the forest. "Yes."

She breathed a sigh of relief and laid her head back, closing her eyes to rest.

"For now, at least."

Her eyes opened back up with a sigh, that made a smirk crawl up my face.

°°°

"Sir Integra, we are nearing Cheddar." Walter's voice played over the speaker.

I looked over at Integra as she took out her gun and checked her ammo, before cocking it.

"Is your plan to kill the policemen? If not, I'd recommend a more advanced piece of weaponry."

She looked up at me. "I could say the same to you. It wouldn't do any good, besides, they're already dead."

I rose an eyebrow. "You seem certain of that."

"I am."

"Then why bother coming if you don't plan to save them?"

She gave me a knowing look. "These are scared humans who don't have a clue what they are doing. They don't have the knowledge, nor the proper tools to stop what's happening, so instead, they send in their troops. They might as well be burying them in their graves."

I watched as she hid her gun in her jacket. "Our job is to properly rid of the problem and prevent an increase in the body count. Now..." As the chopper neared the ground, she stood up and looked down at me. "Are you ready?"

°°°

I poked my head out and followed after Integra as she exited the chopper and walked through the camp up to a large tent that was heavily guarded by soldiers. My eyes looked upon them as they stared at us in both cautiousness and curiosity.

I glanced back at Walter, who closely followed, then walked next to Integra and lowered my voice. "Do you honestly think they will believe a word we say?"

She looked at me from the corner of her eye. "It's all in a matter of persuasion, Phyre. You should know plenty about that, considering your preferred tactics."

A small smirk curved at my lips. Maybe it wouldn't be that hard to believe.

°°°

"What? Are you really serious?"

Apparently, it was.

"Do we appear to be in a humorous mood, officer?" My emotionless face stared directly at the group of officers across from us, specifically at the one who spoke.

"I'm sorry, but could you perhaps repeat yourself one more time? Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, is it?" He asked at Integra, whose back was to him as Walter removed Integra's coat, letting her blonde hair fall down her shoulders, and bowed.

"Very well. I'll start again." She turned and looked at him through her lenses. "They're ghouls, and the village of Cheddar has become a den of ghouls. A ghoul is what happens to deflowered humans when they're bitten by a vampire. They're much like zombies under the control of a vampire. And that means there's a vampire somewhere in Cheddar." She rose her hand, signaling for Walter.

The officer looked at her as if she was mad and laughed. "Hmph, that's ridiculous. Vampires? Do you really expect me to believe this occult nonsense?" He questioned as Walter opened a container of cigars for Integra.

I narrowed my eyes at him while Walter glared at him from the corner of his eye.

Integra picked up a cigar and put it to her lips. "Why on earth would a cheap bureaucrat like yourself know anything on the matter? How dare you even question my credentials? The Hellsing Organization has been defending the British Empire from such monsters for generations!"

By looking closely at the officer, I saw the fear shaking in his eyes. She looked at me and nodded for me to speak while Walter lit her cigar.

"Allow me to illuminate. The Hellsing Organization is a special operations agency charged by Her Majesty with the duty of finding and eradicating all supernatural and satanic threats to the Church and Crown."

I lowered my red tinted shades to stare directly at the man who spoke. "There's a vampire in Cheddar that's controlling the ghouls—a monster from the pits of hell. Send in all the troops you wish, send every last man under your command, they'll end up little more meat. Or they may suffer a worse fate. When a vampire drinks from a virgin of the opposite sex, a new vampire is created. Otherwise, your people become food, and then join the vampire's unholy legion of ghouls."

"Sir, I've completely lost radio contact with Squads 2 and 3." The correspondent sitting by the radio informed.

One of the officers stepped up and walked forward. "Bollocks. What's going on? Report. Come in!"

Integra blew out a puff of smoke. "If you are to stop the ghouls from further multiplying, you're going to have to terminate that vampire at the source." She looked at them with a small smirk. "And this is where Hellsing comes in. We will take care of your vampire."

The officers looked at her in disbelief. "That's... insane."

She turned and crossed her arms at them. "I can assure you, gentlemen, that one of our finest anti-vampire field agents is already in route to Cheddar. This will be settled in a matter of hours."

"What sort of agent would handle this?"

"When dealing with monsters— vampires especially—I promise there is no better expert walking this earth."

Yes, no better exp—wait.

I looked at her with furrowed brows. Did she just...?

Meanwhile...

ALUCARD

My footsteps made me known by the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet. I was surrounded by the beauty of the night, yet only one stayed on my mind...

My beloved queen has returned to me. She has yet to remember our past, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I can see her beauty every morning, afternoon, and evening.

Oh, the smell of her blood running beneath those veins hiding under her smooth rose-tinged ivory skin was intoxicating.

I took a moment to gaze up at the illuminating glow of the evening moon. "How beautiful... Nights like this make me want to have a bite to drink. Yes... I couldn't imagine a more... perfect evening." My eyes glowed a bright red beneath the hue of my orange goggles.

My beloved Nica...if only you were here beside me...that would make it truly perfect.

I resumed my walking through the green forest. Once I rid of this, I shall return to you and we will once again be reunited...iubita mea de flori. (My beloved flower)

"Aahhhh!!!" The scream tore through me like a great shard of glass. I felt my eyes widen and pulse quicken, my heart thudding like a rock rattling in a box. The scream was desperate, terrified...human.

Nica?

Flashback...

"Vlad! Please! Don't do this to me...please don't do this to us!" I peered down at my queen and snarled.

How dare she! She doesn't have any faith in me—I can see the lies written all over her face!

She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. "I-I love you..."

My glowing red eyes had narrowed into slits as I knelt down to grab her chin. She whimpered in pain at the bruises I was sure to leave on her. "Lies! You filthy wench! You never loved me, it was all lies!"

There was a pure shock in her eyes. "V-Vlad, I would never—"

"Just admit it! You don't love me—you are afraid of me! That's why you went to him!"

"No, I only love you, Vlad, please!"

"Shut your mouth! You don't think I know where you go—what you do after dusk? You make me sick! I don't need you!" I made her look at my three newest brides that awaited my company on my plush bed, which was sure to break her.

She looked at them with a hurt expression. "No. Y-you wouldn't."

I grinned. "Oh, Nica, I already have." I threw her to the ground. "You've been replaced. Now get out of my sight!"

Nica...

As I walked forward, I realized my queen was safe, with my master. The scream had come from a human police girl that was currently being groped by the vampire I was sent to kill.

Yes. I was to rid of him—grind him to dust, and only then shall I see my beloved. I grinned as I approached them.

He looked back to stare at me. "Who the hell are you?!"

I peered at him through my goggles. "Your death."

He did a maniacal laugh. "My death? Oh, really? My god, this is pathetic." He chuckled, then outstretched his arm. "Kill him."

By the snap of his fingers, a barricade of guns was aimed at me and wasted no time and no ammo in emptying its loads into me. The force of the bullets was enough to blast holes through my clothes, my skin, and bone. It penetrated me over and over, all while my grin remained glued on to my face...even when part of it was blown off. I even felt my right arm blow off and fall to the ground.

As the gunfire ceased, my body now lay upon the ground, my dull eyes staring up at that oh so beautiful moon.

The vampire walked forward and stared at my bloody body. "Is that the best you’ve got? Hahahahahahaha!" His laughter echoed throughout the area.

My eyes lit up a bright red. The wind picked up as I summoned my power. "huh…hahahahahaha…"

°°°

PHYRE

"Your agent’s a vampire?!" The officer exclaimed.

Huh. Funny, that's what I said.

Integra smirked as she bit down on her cigar. "Correct. You see, humans make poor vampire killers. They are frail, they are mortal, they are corruptible, body, mind, and soul. The most effective weapon against the vampire is another more powerful vampire."

I gave her another offended look. Honestly. Like I'm not right here!

I couldn’t help but shoot my finger up to interject. "Of course, there are very few humans that are capable of killing a number of vampires. With the required skill set, of course."

She looked at me, then the soldiers. "Perhaps. However, none may compare to a top of the line vampire that may out its opponent."

Is that so? I don't believe that's what you said earlier.

"The Hellsing organization has such a creature in its ménage. And let me assure you gentleman, our vampire has power beyond imagination."

°°°

ALUCARD

As my body completely healed, I grinned while withdrawing my Joshua and aimed it, watching closely as it fired rounds at every last ghoul in the area. Their bodies all collapsed in a field of death.

"No! How could he be killing them?!" He looked at them as they dropped like flies, then at my Joshua. "It’s those bullets!"

The magazine fell to the ground as I pulled out the next set and replaced it. "The silver cross in Manchester Cathedral was melted down to make these thirteen millimeter exploding shells. Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again…"

His wide eyes stared into me. "But why?! Tell me! Why fight to save these pathetic humans?"

He eyed the human girl behind him, then proceeded to grab her and use her as a shield in front of him, which only made my grin widen.

"Don’t take another step. The girl's the last survivor. Don’t you want to save her? Be reasonable. I’m not asking for much. Just a bit of help. You can look the other way."

I looked directly at the girl. "Are you a virgin, my dear?" I smirked as she grew bright red.

"Ah!?"

The vampire's grin dropped. "What are you doing?"

I kept my eyes locked with the police girl. "I’m asking if you’re a virgin!"

She was frozen at my question. "Vir…I…"

"You bastard!" The vampire snarled at me with narrowed eyes.

I rose my gun and aimed it at them. "Answer me!"

The girl shut her eyes. "Ye..Yes! I am!"

*bang*

I watched the bullet go through her chest, piercing her right breast until it also reached the vampire's heart. "Aaaaaagh!" The vampire flew back by the force of the bullet in a splatter of blood, releasing the girl that fell to the ground.

I went forward and smiled as my hand plunged through his chest and heart. He groaned as blood spilled from his mouth. "You...you" My hand twisted until he disintegrated in a flash of blue light.

Blood dripped down onto the moaning human police girl that lay on the ground, staring up at nothing in a pool of her own blood.

I walked over to peer down at her. "I had to shoot through you to pierce his heart. I’m sorry, but you’re dying. And there’s no time left. The choice is yours. What do you want to do?"

With all the strength she could gather, she rose her hand up—to what, I wasn't sure. Tears watered in her eyes as she reached out to me as if asking me to save her.

It was interesting, having someone want to be saved by a monster. This girl has been left with nothing. She faced these undead monsters, knowing her dull bullets would only result in her death. It was very interesting.

That was when her strength wavered and fell weak. Her arm fell, and I unintentionally caught her hand with mine. The symbol stitched into my glove glowed as I grinned.

"Police girl…Tonight is truly…A beautiful night."

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would u be cool with some hcs for minor trio and rfa with a teenage daughter who is going through a slightly rebellious phase ya know,attitude here and there, eyerolling, ya know angsty teen stuff, but one day she decides to sneak out to go to a party or just somewhere with her friends or whatever you think up? how would they react to find her missing or crossing paths by accident when she’s supposed to be home? thanksies, love

I could! Poor guys leading with rebellious teens hahaha

Thank you for your request! I really hope you like it~

Yoosung

He gets along with his daughter.

He is somehow strict with her studies, but she can also fool him from time to time saying she is studying when she is actually playing games in her room. Her grades are not too low, so she can afford it~

He usually lets her go out with friends with no problems, nevertheless, this time that party is a big “nope”.People older than she are going and will probably have alcohol around, so no minor teen girl is going there.

Daughter decides to use the old trick of the pillow between the bedsheets to escape.

Who is she trying to fool?Of course, Yoosung finds out and drives to that party to take her back home after freaking out.

He gives her the biggest lecture of her life, telling her how disappointed he is and how she is going to miss every single party until she is of age.

She starts crying because she doesn’t want to be a disappointment.Yoosung ends up embracing her and telling her she isn’t, but that he is still mad at her.

At least, that makes her realise she did wrong and would spend the next couple of weeks being extra good so that Yoosung lets her go out again.

Zen

His daughter is going through a rebellious phase and those friends of her are to blame!! (Especially the boys)

She doesn’t even try to ask for her dad’s permission to go to see a motorbike race the older brother of one of her friends has organised.

She knows that it’s dangerous, but she really wants to go, she adores motorbikes, so she sneakes out of home in the middle of the night.

Zen finds out the next day when he catches his daughter entering home with a smell of smoke, alcohol and motorbikes he recognises too well.

He goes nuts.

She is grounded forever at her room, her phone confiscated, and he even threatens her to change her to another school.

He lectures her for hours about how dangerous motorbike races are.

“Wait, how do you know?” [Insert stuttering Zen]

Then Zen tells his daughter about his past. She admires him now, and understands him better as well, so she promises him she will behave from now on.

That somehow melts Zen’s heart and her punishment lessens.

Jaehee

Her daughter is going through a rebellious phase, but she has read every book one can read about teenagers and she more or less can handle the issue.

She believes that reasoning with her and getting to agreements is the best thing she could do to avoid conflict, and up until now it has worked.

But her daughter really wants to go out on a weekend with friends and no parents. And she really doesn’t want her to.

She’s tried to reason with her and even offered herself to go with them, but the “no parents” thing is apparently the most important part of the trip, so she’d rather stay at home.

Or so she tells Jaehee.

Her daughter decides that the best thing she can do is pretend she is going to go to the library to study when she actually is going to take the train with her friends.

It’s actually Seven who catches her sneaking out. She asks him not to tell her mom, and he nods, pretending to be the cool complicit uncle, and takes his phone to tell Jaehee the moment her daughter turns around.

Jaehee gets to the train station just before her daughter can even get the tickets and the look in her face makes she and all her friends shrink back in fear.

She is not allowed to go out with friends for a month, spending the weekends helping at the café instead.

Jumin

His daughter hates those posh events to which she has to go as the daughter of the C&R CEO.

She’s told Jumin thousands of times how much she hates them, but he insists that she has to go to start meeting influencing people and bla bla bla.

Well, not that night.

She decides it’s a good idea to disappear that evening before the event, hiding at a friend’s place.

Jumin freaks out.

He sends hundreds of bodyguards to look for her and even informs the police.

All the city is upside down looking for her and when her friend and she realise, they decide to call Jumin.

He is angry and will scold her, but then she complains that he never listens to her.

“Maybe I don’t want to work for C&R in the future, has that never occurred to you?”

Tbh, nope.

He would have her feelings more into consideration then onwards, but for the time being she is grounded :D

707

He’s a cool dad, though his daughter sometimes gets embarrassed of his goofiness.

She wants to go to a party at a club, but Seven won’t allow it. Seven knows she is too young to go there and she would probably need to make a fake id and stuff, and of course he is not letting his daughter get involved in illegal activities.

She doesn’t mind.

She sneaks out of home and goes to the club without taking into account that Seven can know quite easily where he is since he controls the security cameras of half Korea. Oops.

His daughter and all her friends are queueing out of the club when a red haired woman that sounds familiar to them approaches them. Seven’s daughter goes livid as she recognises her as her dad.

He befriends all of them as his daughter is too embarrassed to say anything, and he stays talking to them until it’s their turn to enter. At that moment, he takes off his wig.

“I’m sorry, these kids are minors and I’m going to take them all home,” he says to the security guards who are at the entrance.

And so he does.

He is really mad at her but considers that for the time being having her friends trying to flirt with him and taking them all home is enough punishment until they get home and he can scold her properly.

He knows how his daughter feels. He went through a rebellious phase himself when he was a teen, so he tries to be understanding, but there are some things he can’t let her do.

Like going with her friends to the forest in the middle of the night to do weird stuff about hunting ghosts. That’s a straight out no.

V’s daughter doesn’t seem to understand, though, and she decides to go out.

V almost suffers a heart attack when he doesn’t find her home. He calls her repeteadly, but since there is no signal at the place where he is, it’s impossible to find her.

He decides to go to the forest and luckily finds her there.

At first, he is so relieved he can’t help but hugging her.

When he is calmer, he would give her a long lecture about how worried he was and how dangerous it is to go alone in the forest with friends.

She apologises, but will most likely do it again

Saeran

She wants to go to a music festival in which one of her favourite bands is going to play, but he refuses to let her.

There will probably be alcohol and drugs, and she is too young to go, so it’s a definite no.

Daughter decides to take that no as a yes, so instead of going back home after school, she and her friend go to the festival.

When Saeran’s daughter doesn’t go back home, he starts picturing the worst-case scenarios. Before his anxiety gets the best of him, he calls her, but of course the place where she is has bad signal due to all the people that are using their phones there. He then goes to her school and starts calling the parents of all her friends. When no one knows where she can be, he allows himself to freak out.

Back to the hacker’s time.

He starts looking for her in all the security cameras in town until he finds her at the festival.

He rushes there and when he arrives he looks so troubled even his daughter starts feeling guilty. He takes her home and tells her how worried he was, repeats her how dangerous those places are, and grounds her.

She has learned her lesson, though. She had been scared herself there.

Vanderwood

He tries to give freedom to his daughter, but she is going through an unbearable rebellious phase he doesn’t understand.

Apparently, that day she was going to stay over at a friend’s house, so he had taken the chance to go for a drink at a pub he likes.

What is his surprise when he sees his daughter there.

He takes her by the arm and she turns around, surprised and scared, her face growing even paler when she discovers it’s actually her father who is grabbing her arm.

“Don’t make that face, you’re actually lucky it was me and not a drunk bastard.”

He takes her home and gaves a lift to her friend to their’s. His silence is worse than any lecture, and when they get home he stretches out his hand and his daughter gives him her phone and wallet.

“Good.”

She knows she’s not going to go out for a while.

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