#babe wake up new johnny content just dropped

[jksnrabbit]

our of curiosity, did you ever post the johnny close thing and if you did where can we find it?

i got caught up in some irl busyness, but i just uploaded it! it's only 745 words, but considering i've never written anything before i'm counting it as a win

here it is on ao3!

[glowinggator]

Domestic Headcanons

Summary: Domestic headcanons with everyone’s favorite ogre! (Oni?)

Pairing: Loathsome Leonard/Reader (Established Relationship) 

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1142

[A/N: I can’t fucking believe I wrote 1k words for a single character headcanon. girl i don’t even simp for him what the fuck. and i wanted to write even MORE but it was getting too long. leonard simps this one’s for you <3]

Danny’s Here // Mickey’s Here 

When you’re such a well-known, prolific criminal - especially in his specific line of work - it’s hard to really settle down into a domestic life. He wants to, he really does. But when the cops are constantly on your tail, moving around is simply a fact of life. And crime has always been a part of his life: it’s not something he can just drop and move on from. But he tries his best to make each place feel a little bit less like a safehouse and more like a home. And at the end of the day, home truly is with the people you love. Nothing can replace that. Although he does dream of defecting from Mama’s rule, taking the money for you guys and the rest of the crew and finding the dream life, it isn’t exactly feasible. He knows she’d catch onto his plan, likely before he even initiated it. But he can dream, right? Maybe someday he’ll save up enough of his earnings to find a little home for you two.

If you have a home top-side though… ecstatic doesn’t even begin to describe it. He’s not real obvious about it, of course, but you can tell that he’s happy to finally have a place that he can feel safe in. And better yet, it’s with you.

He’s a very good mechanic. Pretty good handyman in general, actually! You’ll never have to call the repair guy again. He almost never uses a measuring tape, but fortunately he’s damn good at eyeballing shit.

Gets kind of freaked out if you guys don’t have a garage? He’s a little paranoid about it, especially because he does NOT want his bike stolen. He’ll start pawning stuff he finds in the Hidden City to afford a garage if he has to, honestly. Fortunately, that ALSO means you guys can start piling stuff in there. Free hangout spot.

He spends at least an hour on his hair most mornings. He uses clay instead of gel, so it usually takes less time on the second day. He’ll still mess with it throughout the day, though. He’s got an image to keep up, babe!

Never wears his cloaking necklace in the house. You’re waiting for the day that the FBI or Scotland Yard or something fucking break into your house for hiding a demon.

In another life, he could have worked as a chef, no joke. He can make pretty much anything, honestly. He’s not one to follow recipes to the T, but that’s what makes his food so good. And his barbeque is the best!! If you guys are top-side, it’s really funny to look out the window and see him cooking because you never fucking recognize him. It’s weird seeing him in… not yokai form. If you’re not, though? Fuck yeah, brother. 

He hates soybeans so much, it’s unreal. Like, he’d rather die than eat them. He has no other reasoning than “they suck.” Sorry if you like tofu, but he’s not gonna touch that shit with a 30 foot pole.

His voice is very rumbly in the morning, it’s nice.

Local plant killer. He’ll find a way to kill a cactus without even trying. Very impressed if you have a green thumb, though.

He likes to order out a lot. If he finds something he likes he tends to stick with it, but he’s not opposed to trying new places. He’s not picky, but he does like to give you shit <3

He sucks at decorating. Like, he has no eye for it at all.

Always the first to put away the dishes! He’s very fast at it as well. 

He’s really good about making coffee at night, or when he wakes up in the morning. If you’re not awake yet, he’ll always make your drink of choice just before you wake up. He’s good about that sort of thing. Also, he likes to pretend that he drinks his coffee black, but he actually pours a fuck ton of maple syrup in it when nobody’s looking. In the same vein, he takes his tea black. If anything, he’ll add a bit of milk to it, but that’s rare. He likes spiced teas the most, but he’s not insanely picky. Hates chamomile, though.

There’s a lot of temporary shelters that you guys hide out in the Hidden City when you’re unable to leave, and the heat gets too hot to handle, with a few semi-permanent places. His favorite hideout is a little farm way out in the countryside. If he had to choose a place to live forever, that would be his dream home. The trees out that way grow tall, with deep green trunks that reflect cobalt blue light at night. The megafauna roams freely, creatures the size of skyscrapers soaring slowly through the air, or sending rumbles through the ground with their colossal hooves in the late afternoon. And yet, they always go around the home. Magically warded, perhaps? Or are they intelligent enough to avoid a dwelling? Neither of you are sure, but he knows that he’d love to live his life here, with you. Something about it just feels right.

King of bonfires. It happens at least once every two weeks. The flames dance high, changing colors every few seconds. Something about the wood makes the flames dance and change hue, unlike the wood from your own world. It’s nothing new to him, but it’s absolutely magical to you. You two will happily spend the night out there, watching the flames dance and the megafauna roam. Your laughter echoes through the land, and you truly feel at home in this little cabin.

Yes, the guys absolutely come over often if you aren’t hiding out with them. Come on, they’re family.

He’s pretty good at Mortal Kombat! Expect game nights every now and then. Also he absolutely lost his mind over the new Mortal Kombat movie. No cap, he’d fuck Liu Kang. He’s very excited for the next movie, but tbh he hates Johnny Cage. Okay I’ll stop talking about mortal kombat now i prommy

He’s not super big into gaming, but he’s happy to watch you if you are. Little bit of a backseat gamer, but just kiss him. It’ll either keep him quiet or prompt more quips,  but at least you get kisses.

He really wants a dog. He can’t exactly have one at the moment, but he’d really like one. He’s a fan of most kinds of dogs, but he’d like one that’s fairly strong. His ideal dog would be a Cane Corso!

Loves action movies and horror movies. Come on, have you seen his line of work?

Honestly, 10/10 husband. The life he leads isn’t one to lend itself to domesticity, but he’s never been one to take “no” for an answer. And he’s gonna do everything he can to make a life for the both of you, no matter what.

[pollenat]

NCT 127 Returning to you from the war

➛ Note: Inspired by American war movies, so I had the times of World War II in mind while writing this. This is in no way meant to romanticize war. I wanted to focus on the reunion part - something that I do consider romantic. Some are lighter, some are more serious. All according to my imagination.

TAEIL

The waiting was the worst. Surrounded by a large crowd of people similar to you - impatiently expecting the train to appear - you felt small and useless. The vehicle’s interior possessed something of the utmost value to you, a part of your heart, and so with each passing minute the half that remained kept beating quicker as if it could feel the other coming closer. Your chest was about to get torn apart by the strength of gravity pulling you to your celestial body, Moon Taeil. Somewhere someone yelled, somewhere else another person sobbed and you couldn’t decide whose behavior fitted your feelings better.

As soon as the train stopped on the station, people started pillowing each other, everyone trying to climb the living pile of human beings. Your own best bet was a metal fence just asking to be climbed. Hands glued to the railing, you watched over heads of different shapes and sizes. The sobs and screams raised in volume. Men dressed in green rolled out of the train’s exit. They were too far away for you to make out their features. Somewhere in the back of your head a voice was telling you that it’d be impossible to miss Taeil, and yet, the minutes passed and no man reminded you of him. People screamed, either from happiness or relief. Some more impatient spectators tried pushing through the crowd. The living wall turned out to be too thick.

“Bobby!” an elderly woman screamed from somewhere to your right. Startled, your eyes darted in the direction to find reunited mother and son.

Someone laughed warmly next to you. A strange, but familiar voice. In a state of shock, you looked back, to where Taeil stood to your left. He was smiling widely. His cheeks were hollow. One of them had a razor cut on it. His right hand landed on your back. He seemed awkward, unsure how to react to your frozen state. A thumb rubbed your back.

“Taeil!” Perhaps an eternity passed before you realized.

You jumped off the railing and straight into his unprepared embrace. Taeil had to take a step back under your weight, but your tight hug made sure to keep him in place. You were both much weaker versions of yourselves, compared to how you were two years before. But with adrenaline pumping your blood, your arms gained something of a superhuman strength.

“So you were waiting for me after all?” He teased, but his strengthening arms told you just how relieved he was to see you. And you understood. Joking was his way of dealing with tension.

“How did you find me? I was searching for you in the crowd and couldn’t spot you.” Neither of you weakened the grip.

“You were sitting on a railing. Of course I noticed you.” His voice came out muffled, as he hid face in the side of your neck.

Someone elbowed you while pushing through the crowd, and you cringed in Taeil’s hold. His head quickly left the hiding place, as if to tell the stranger off. You saw a rare grimace of detestation decorating usually gentle features. But he didn’t snap at the woman who paid you no mind. Instead, he pulled you to the exit, arms still circled around your features.

“Let’s get out of here, hm? I’m never looking at a train again.”

“Even when we go on holidays?” Taeil looked at your face, the remnants of grimace now nowhere to be seen.

“Ask me again in a week.” Although people were screaming and weeping in the background, you heard his laughter loud and clear.

JOHNNY

Someone called for you. Busy cleaning your shelves, you welcomed the new distraction with a sigh. The past few weeks you’ve been doing nothing, but keeping yourself busy. Anything would do, as long as it kept your head away from the contents of the letter. The last one Johnny has sent you, two months before. You’ve written him back twice, and neither of the messages were answered.

Conclusion seemed obvious, though you’ve never received the bad news. You were kept in the dark, and you’ve welcomed it with last bits of hope that he’d return soon.

With one last glance at the room, you walked downstairs.

“There’s a package for you at the doorstep.”

“And you couldn’t just pick it up?” Your sibling smiled a little, though they quickly bit their lips to hide it. “What are you being so weird about?”

Opening the door, you expected a postman in his dark blue uniform. Not someone dressed in dark green and reminding you of a familiar face. A tall silhouette with wide shoulders and a flirty smile. It quickly dropped the teasing facade to spread into a wide sign of genuine happiness.

“Get it? I’m the package!” You didn’t, but stunned into silence, you could barely understand what was happening.

Johnny brought you to his chest, cheek to cheek, as he hummed happily to himself. As if he had a melody on mind, trying to lull you into sleep. You’d eventually wake up and realize that he was just a dream, because though you hoped, you were sure he was dead.

“You always laugh at my jokes, what’s with you today?”

“Pinch me.”

“What?” Johnny looked at you as if you had lost your mind. But who knew, maybe you did.

“Pinch me.”

“Babe- This is pretty public-”

“On my face.”

“Ah, alright I guess.” Two of his fingers pressed at your skin, signaling your brain through the nerves that indeed, you were awake, and Johnny was very much alive. Even more! Standing in front of you!

“Why would you scare me like that?”

“You asked me to pinch you-”

“No, I meant the letters! You didn’t answer!”

“You see, it was the element of surprise.”

“You and your surprises!” You mumbled against his skin, now returning the embrace with newfound strength. “I thought you were dead.”

Johnny calmed under your tight grip, mumbling sorry’s back to you. It was as if you were writing new letters, now on each other’s skin with whispers and few happy tears. Your hands crawled around his silhouette, forming a picture before you could take a good look at him. To be honest, the picture didn’t matter, just the fact of him being with you.

TAEYONG

It took you a few weeks, but eventually you got used to the woman’s chatter. She’d tell you about her war theories, what her youngest did when she wasn’t around, what her husband liked to eat for dinner. She needed to talk, and you just nodded every now and then, asked a question when something she said was actually interesting. The polite atmosphere had to be upheld - you were working right next to one another. There was no place for feuds.

“I’ve heard some of the boys are already returning.” The woman told you. She was standing behind as you fixed the threads.

“Sounds too good to be true.” Had the machine turned on a second earlier, you’d have had one finger less. “Shit.”

“Have you got someone returning? I hope they let my oldest out.” She made no comment regarding the almost-an-accident. After all, it was just another day at the factory - things happened. Someone in a row in front of yours has even lost a leg. But that was just an unpleasant memory at this point.

“Yeah, I do have someone.”

She kept insisting on sharing that part of your life with her, but you didn’t know what else to tell her. It’s been months since your last letter from Taeyong. At that point, you were trying to get used to the thought that the news could have been bad. But they’d have told you, wouldn’t they? The possibilities were hard to gulp down, and so you returned to work.

Not long after, a wave of talking disturbed the production hall. You dropped the shears and looked around, trying to catch whatever made everyone so talkative all of sudden. Down the corridor, made in between stations, you caught a glimpse of green, so uncharacteristic for the browns and grays that workers wore. The green moved down, closer to your row. It had a spring to its step, an enthusiasm of a child.

You abandoned the material in another hand, now curious who had the courage to pass the factory’s gates. Silence took over the hall, and echoing steps joined a duet with the machines. It was coming closer and closer, until from behind the ragged material, a face appeared. Big eyes placed on thin features. An excitement written all over bitten lips.

“Taeyong?” Hardly believing it to be him, you didn’t call aloud. The woman you worked next to walked to your side.

“He’s yours?” You didn’t answer, eyes stuck on him only. It was as if you tried to find a reason not to believe in his existence. A flaw that would tell you it was all just a hallucination. It made no sense for him to be there - neither the place, nor the timing was right.

When he met your gaze, it was as if someone turned the lights on. Everything became clear. His cheeks spread under the weight of a smile. The spring turned into a run, and soon enough, your limp body was locked by a key to it all - Taeyong.

“You’re back.” You stated the obvious. Taeyong pulled away to look at your bewildered face. A shadow of doubt clouded his forehead, as if your disapproval was a possibility. “Oh fuck, you’re back.”

He didn’t answer, there was no time for him to do so. As soon as you swore, you pulled him back to you. The hollowness he left filled once again. This time, hopefully, for good.

YUTA

“Have you seen him?” A friend asked you. Reading through a wrinkled newspaper, you almost didn’t catch their words. But the question’s sense was enough to bring your heartbeat to speed up.

“Seen who?”

“Oh, come on!” They grabbed the paper straight out of your hands to hide it behind their back. “You know I’m talking about Yuta. Everybody knows about the two of you!”

That’s a story from two years before, when the man mentioned was just a neighborhood’s troublemaker and no soldier. And it’s not like there was any depth to you and Yuta. He has clearly shown it by the lack of communication you’ve suffered. Yes, there was never a label put on the you two, so distancing yourself from the mess would’ve been a logical thing to do. But somehow, as the time passed, you felt longing. You missed his teasing, dirty jokes, flirty smile, and just the sight of that beautiful face of his.

“And what exactly do they know about the two of us?” The friend opened their mouth. “There’s nothing to know, because we’re nothing.”

“So, like you didn’t send each other steamy love letters or something?”

The question made you laugh, partially because of the bluntness, partially out of bitterness. No letters. No communication. Nothing. You didn’t even know he came back.

“No? Search my drawers if you want to. There’s not a single thing with Yuta written on it.”

“Oh, come on!” You turned to play with the fountain’s cold water. Despite the gloomy aftermath of the war and a busy everyday, you’ve found some time to celebrate the Summer. “(y/n)-”

You hummed at them to continue, but no words came out. Irritated by their silence, despite the clear sign for continuation, you looked up to see them staring at the space behind you.

A pair of hands landed on your shoulders, joined by a scream meant to scare you. Surprised (alright, terrified), you were quick to turn around. The person responsible was none other, but Yuta himself. So he really was back.

His wide smile shone next to the Sun, a welcoming gift he offered you. One of his hands remained on your shoulder, as if it was completely okay to touch an almost-stranger like that.

“Look who’s that.” Yuta turned to the side, his smile turning cold at your friend. His head motioned for them to leave. They were quicker than your reaching hand - abandoned you alone with the man as if that was okay. Yuta sat down next to you on the fountain’s edge. “My favorite neighbor.”

“Oh, am I? Do you even know my name?” But he didn’t grow annoyed at your tone. If anything, your words have made him even happier.

“So you did miss me!”

“Why would I miss you?”

“Because I’m me and you’re crazy in love with this guy.” There he motioned at himself. “

“We’re not even friends, so relax. Welcome home, or whatever.”

Yuta was watching as you stood up and walked away. As far away from him as possible. That meant few meters, until he caught up to you and pulled you through the bushes to a small private space. Somewhere you’ve used to meet. His arms circled around your waist, but you didn’t stop him.

“Don’t be mad now. I needed to see whether you’d miss me.” “I mean two years is enough to get over someone.” “And did you?” “Hm? “Did you get over me?”

You had no answer to that. Because yes, you still felt it. Your silence was enough for Yuta. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his face.

“It’s alright. I didn’t get over you either.”

DOYOUNG

After a couple of days of constant rainfall, you’ve forgotten what a sunny day looked like. The gray sky has loomed over your head as if in sync with your anxious thoughts. A companion to your walks in the mornings and evenings. At least it has somehow made you less alone. If you were sad, then the world was too.

The Sun’s return felt like a promise. Things were going to be okay. Eventually, hopefully. Its rays woke you up and walked you home, a substitute companion. It has taken over the gray sky’s role, but did better. The blinding sunlight was drawing a smile on your face with its warmth. It carried your body in a light step, made it take up a longer route home.The world seemed much more enjoyable than it really was.

The house you’ve lived in stood in its place. The white wall now slightly yellow, while the light bounced off of the windows. It felt like a proper home. Like it’d shield you from the doubts and wrongs of real life.

Stepping inside, you caught the sound of your grandmother’s voice. She didn’t tell you about a guest, did she? You were in no state to appear in front of others. Your shirt had a dry oil stain on it.

“Oh, it must be (y/n)!” She sounded excited. “Where have you been for so long?!” 

Her voice was floating from the dining room, and so you headed towards it, right after taking off a bit too tight pair of shoes. There was no escaping now that she heard you making a ruckus in the hallway. The guest would have to deal with your tragic state.

“At work! Where else-”

There, in front of the old woman, was a male silhouette. A thin and tall person with wide shoulders. His shoes were black and tatty on the tips. Trousers were somehow too long, so their dirty ends pooled behind his heels. The jacket could use some proper ironing, but it didn’t matter because your eyes reached where the collar made space for the neck. A pointy chin, opened lips, hollow cheeks, the tip of a nose and finally, the dark eyes.

A long year has passed since the last time you’ve heard him say your name. It was hoarse, filled with disbelief and quiet. Nevertheless you could hear him well.

“Doyoung?” He closed the distance, never looking away from you.

His arms have always been strong, but now you could feel more muscles than fat. His cheeks, although always slender, were now sunken, dark. He smelled of sweat - his favorite cologne nowhere to be found. Hugging him didn’t feel the same to what you were used to, but you were more than ready to make new customs.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming back?” He leaned back, so you could look at one another.

One of hands let go to wipe a smudge of oil off your cheek.

“It was meant to be a surprise.”

“You big old goof.” He faked a frown. Faked, because his wide smile couldn’t be hidden.

JAEHYUN

Hugging yourself tightly, you scanned the crowd in search of the promised land, or at least the one Jaehyun has told you about before he was shipped off to fight for the country.

From all you remembered, it had dark eyes, a handsome face and strong arms. The rest was an unknown you were willing to find out, had it been the same as you’ve seen it last, or different, as an effect of its stay. Frankly, you didn’t care how much he has changed - you just wanted him back.

Someone ran past you, screaming incoherently. The motion of a person moving so close made you take a step back, straight into a stranger’s chest. Or maybe not a stranger’s.

“Sor- Jaehyun!” He laughed, proud of his little prank. “How long have you been standing here?”

“For quite some time? I was waiting until you’d realize.”

There was a desire to punch him in the shoulder, but you busied your hands with embracing him instead. It was even better than getting an offended yelp out of him. Although you’ve been crying over how little you remember of his hugs, having him in your hold again made every fact came back. The way he liked your hands the best. How long he needed the embraces to last. Where his nose needed to hide, before he could sigh happily.

Jaehyun promised you a land you were looking forward to, but knew all about.

The only surprise was a weird texture of his skin at the back of his neck. One of your fingers played with it when the man in your hold shivered. The time for welcoming embraces ended.

“What was that?”

“Ah, nothing.”  Jaehyun looked to the side, but as soon as he realized that it was like showing you the place he didn’t want to uncover, he put his arm there.

None of his tactics worked. The redness of burns ended at his jawline. You could see it clear as day.

“Don’t be weird about it. I can see your scars.”

Jaheyun groaned in frustration, changing sides so you couldn’t see a thing. He stood in stubborn silence, waiting for the end of whatever he thought needed to end. Nobody spoke for some time, until you couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked “Are you that ashamed of them?”.

“Am I still handsome with them?” His question was a laughing matter. How could a scar make him any less beautiful? “What are you laughing at?”

“Haven’t you heard that scars are considered very attractive?”

Jaehyun looked back at you. The arm he was using to hide his neck dropped to the side, and he seized your body questioningly, as if there was an answer to all the things that bothered him. Well- who knows? Maybe there was?

“Are they? I thought that was just a myth, you know, to make people feel better.”

You smiled teasingly, looping fingers at the edges of his belt.

“Well, I would most certainly disagree with that being a myth.”

He nodded, considering your words. At a silent question of your raised eyebrow, Jaehyun exhaled, grabbed one of your hands, and pulled you towards the station’s exit.

WINWIN

Sicheng stood in his bedroom with an expression one could only call unreadable. He felt weird without his uniform, regular trousers and shirt irritating his tormented body. They should be his solace, solid ground to stomp on with the war behind him. And yet the material was an unwelcome texture that covered the visible marks of his maturity. He wasn’t a boy anymore, like his room presented - with its childish wallpaper and a small collection of toys placed neatly on the shelf. Sicheng was a man raised by the military. If there had been something he was the best at, it would be shooting and carrying out the orders.

That’s partially why he was wary of coming face to face with his old life. Realizing how twisted he had to be now in comparison to his younger self was something he wanted to avoid. Of course, he failed the task as sentiment took over him as soon as he saw his plastic horses on shelves. But the picture he was now looking at, tucked in the frame of the big mirror, was even more overwhelming. He didn’t remember why it stayed at home instead of being in his pockets through it all. The nervousness of leaving must’ve  made him forget about it.

After a longer moment of hesitation, his hand abandoned the safety of his thigh to grab the photograph and look at it from a smaller distance. Slick paper was aging quickly, but Sicheng couldn’t find it in himself to curse whoever did such a poor job for the large amount of money he had to pay. You were smiling fondly at him from the picture, and he imagined you doing the same once he would see you. Sadly, doubt had a strange habit of returning to him so often these past few years that the dreams of your grin quickly turned into ones blurred by his own tears. What could await him by your side?

Both excitement and dread pushed him to leave his house behind and ride a bus to find out how disturbing the reality was. Many things stayed the same, like the raw walls of your flat’s corridor or the depth of your neighbor’s wrinkles. Only little things changed and yet they were difficult to spot.

In front of the old doors he had second thoughts and was close to turning around. As soon as he did that, his usually steady hands let go of the bouquet of flowers, and he made too much noise gathering them together.

The entrance behind him was opening in sync with his legs straightening, so when he stood up, your eyes were already watching his. In all honesty, he expected you to look alien, as if it was the first time he has ever seen you. But it was completely different. You were familiar in every possible aspect of existing. The changes were like in your surroundings - little, invisible to someone that didn’t know you as well as Sicheng did. The man in front of you could instantly point out the difference in your hair’s length, a new scar decorating your face, how thin you’ve become thanks to the harsh years of war... All of these brought him both sadness and happiness. Sadness, because you were affected and happiness, because the memory that kept him sane at night was identical to the reality.

He was so lost in the sight of you, he didn’t even notice how strange he looked to you, although your face was an open book just for him to read. Maybe if he had noticed, he would lose all of his courage and eventually escape the daunting atmosphere.

“Hey.” He managed to say in the softest of tones that remained the same even after the war. His hand gripping the ruined bouquet of flowers shot in your direction to offer the small gift. “It’s been a while.”

His words sounded so dumb to you, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to hold the laughter back. Not at them, but rather from happiness you felt. Sicheng smiled shyly when your fingers skimmed his meanwhile taking the flowers. One could say that you were magnets - naturally pulling towards one another after just a simple exchange of touches.

In your embrace, he didn’t think about the doubt, he thought about you. Just you in general. Happy, teary-eyed, with harsh hands and soft kisses, in your lowest low but on the cloud nine as soon as he returned into the picture. How could he feel doubt when your salty lips were endlessly smooching his dimples?

JUNGWOO

Your first thought seeing the boy you used to know, was just a confirmation that somehow you’ve lost any certainty about him. 

Kim Jungwoo has changed in almost every possible aspect. There were shadows of wrinkles on his forehead. Hair that he used to wear long was still short from the army. Cheeks, usually full and pushed to the sides by a genuine smile, were now thin and falling in on themselves. Lips looked pale. Though you couldn’t see their texture, you knew they had to be dry. Only his eyes remained somehow similar as they held the last bits of innocence. Brown orbs were swinging between focus and the lack of it, easily getting distracted by the simplest things. Jungwoo’s body language was similar - he would either attempt the bad-boy-leaning-against-a-counter pose or catch himself returning to standing straight as his head turned to look at something. Two men that he was with were bent over their drinks, talking to one another without paying too much attention to their third companion.

“Is this really Kim Jungwoo?” A friend spilled her blond locks on the table as she positioned herself to take a better look at the young man in question. “My my, hasn’t he changed a lot?” 

Her wide eyes turned to yours. The message she was trying to send you wasn’t clear. What did she expect you to say in return?

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m a little surprised too.”

“A little? You’ve been basically drooling for at least ten minutes now.” Blonde slapped your arm teasingly. “But hey, not judging. Little Jungwoo sure turned into a dreamboat.”

Embarrassed by her words, you turned your head away. You were unwilling to admit she was right. Because yes, the innocent boy that has always been incredibly shy, changed into an attractive man with confidence radiating off of his body. You couldn’t accept the change both in him and the way your own eyes were yearning to look at his features.

When his eyes met yours, you froze in the seat, a sheepish smile turning into a straight line. Jungwoo didn’t wait. A wide smile blossomed on his face, and he instantly walked over.

Without anything else to do, your gaze landed on Jungwoo’s on. He must have been as shocked as you by the chance meeting. His lips were parted and thick eyebrows have risen high up. None of them overshadowed an evident smile.

“Jungwoo!” Your friend sang from the spot next to you.

The young man spared her a single glance as he welcomed her, but quickly returned to stare at your face. You could feel the knowing gaze your friend was giving you. After few awkward seconds of some sort of a staring contest, she elbowed you to do something.

“Maybe you should go and catch up?” The girl offered with clenched teeth.

Startled, you finally pushed yourself up and out of the crowded booth to stand next to Jungwoo. Slightly intimidated by his bold gaze, you asked “Want to go for a walk?”

The laughter he answered with was bold and confident, but Kim Jungwoo wasted no time in offering you his arm.

“Happily.”

MARK

The first thing his sleepy features did, was frown. The headache was painful, but seconds later it left, as he remained frozen in place. You wouldn’t have noticed, had it been not for your position. His face was in your peripheral vision, just above the book you were reading.

It came out of nowhere. Nobody knew when he’d wake up. All you had to do was wait, because he could breathe. As a very tired doctor has repeated to you every day - time was the best remedy. And so you waited. The fact that he finally woke up? You didn’t believe it. Frozen in place, unsure whether to stay or call for a nurse, you waited. If the time was the best remedy, then it had to be the best judge as well.

Mark’s eyelashes fluttered before he allowed the world inside. As soon as he did, he closed them as well. On and off again, he blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the light. The book closed in your hands. His nose scrunched. Fingers straightened at his sides. An inaudible voice told you to reach for them, but you gripped the book tighter instead.

“Is he waking up?” You looked back at one of the five men that were all locked inside the hospital’s room. His left arm was gone, but it didn’t stop him from looking positively at the world. Every then and now he’d busy you with a small talk, and you’ve grown sympathetic towards him.

“Yes.” Upon turning back towards Mark, his dark eyes met yours. His face didn’t change an expression, but you knew he recognized you. Something about the sparks in his eyes that every author loved to bring up.

A small smile of relief blossomed on your features. The spreading warmth told you - it’s going to be alright now. If Mark had woken up, then he had been on the road to fast recovery.

“Hi.” You knelt down by the side of his bed. The corner of a nightstand pressed painfully at your body, but you wanted to be as close to Mark as possible.

Still sleepy, with eyes half-closed, he smiled back. His hand moved a little in your direction, but it was too weak to reach it. Not the one to deny him, you beat the distance yourself, transporting his hand to your face. It felt cold against your cheek.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Hmm-” a yawn blocked him for a moment. “Tired.” His voice was hoarse, as expected from someone who has slept for almost a week.

“That’s alright. You’ve been out of it for quite some time-”

“Have I? How long?”

“Six days.”

“Ouch.”

His reaction made you giggle quietly, and his small frown was quickly replaced by another smile. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing a comforting kiss on his forehead. Mark watched you silently, his eyes still glossy.

“I should go and call the nurse. They need to give you a good check, now that you’re awake.”

“You’re going?” He looked as if you have kicked his puppy. Fingers attempted to lock around your hand, but it was fruitless. Mark was weak, and he couldn’t even hold a limb up.

“I’ll be right back.” Before he could say anything more, you left. Although aware that nothing felt real, you didn’t want to start the topic of war. The time would come. For now, you’d like to act as if it has never happened.  

HAECHAN

The concrete blocks felt hot under the palms of your hands. Compared to the pleasant warmth seeping through your trousers, the firsthand contact felt like touching lava. You wouldn’t have known, but you could only guess it had to be as painful.

The radio speaker has been repeating all day, like a mantra, the weather was a gift at the end of the war. You didn’t feel like the hotness was any sort of a gift, though you haven’t decided yet, whether you loved it or not. The last year was nothing, but a series of undecided opinions. Lonely, watching as your entire neighborhood disappeared, you felt like the whole world has died. Now, all that remained just broken shells of tortured souls.

You remembered the past. The games of hide and seek, limited only by the crossroads at the ends of your street. Stolen cigarettes smoked behind the closest factory. Rumors repeated every time you saw someone, because there was not much happening in the lives of teenagers stuck in their little world.

The noise of an engine filled the street’s void. A woman hanging laundry on a balcony on the other side of the street, looked down to search for its source. Your head turned too, but the hotness bouncing off of the asphalt made it impossible for you to make the features out. Only one thing was sure - a car was coming your way. You didn’t want to stand up for nothing, so you placed hands on your feet as if to nail them to the ground.

“Where is the orchestra? Where are the balloons?”

It couldn’t be- could it? He had to be a mirage. The last time you saw Lee Donghyuck was a year ago, when he sneaked into your bedroom in the middle of the night. The next morning he was supposed to leave for the war, so he decided to kiss you goodbye. One small kiss that tasted of cigarettes was all you remembered him for. And his striped pajamas. A stark contrast to his current green uniform.

The man jumped off the car’s back and waved at the driver to go. The other man honked before pressing the accelerator on.

“You won’t even stand up to welcome me?” His words made you push yourself up.

For some reason, although he stood in front of you, real, he didn’t feel right. There had to be a hook, a switch that would make him fade away into oblivion once the wrong motion was made. You wanted to believe in him, but the loneliness you experienced has left a mark on your mind.

“What’s up with you?” He took your sunglasses off. “Oh, you’re so happy to see me, I left you speechless, right?” A brilliant and cocky smile lightened up his features.

Stuck in a loop of opening and closing your mouth, because you had so much and, simultaneously, so little to say, you never answered. Instead, your eyes wandered around his face, taking in all the signs of change that the past months have left on him.

Donghyuck was missing an ear. Where your eyes were used to seeing a shell-like organ, there was nothing. Your fingers reached for the empty spot and rubbed at the still delicate skin.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Although he tried to sound brave, you caught the glimpse of uncertainty in his voice.

He has rarely shown insecurity, so the idea of experiencing that new part of his- Perhaps the whole idea of being able to experience him, made you finally smile.

“It’s super cool.”

“Yeah, I know. Captain said I will be getting a medal for my service.”

Laughing to yourself, because that was such a dumb thing to worry about in the present moment, you embraced Donghyuck’s frame. He returned it instantly, locking his arms so tightly around you, it hurt. But- You know what? There was no but. You accepted the embrace laughing.

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[neo-culture-mafia]

NCT 2018 Reaction To You Wanting a Puppy

....this is major fluff! I wanted to experiment with fluff instead of the super dark theme of my account titles. As I said...I am experimenting. Each member will have a short blurb today, some might be longer than other...depends if I get carried away or not lol. Remember to send in requests and please enjoy ~~ With Love, ~J

Requested: No

Warnings:   |NONE|

Songs Listened to While Writing: The WHOLE Regulate Album - NCT 127 ;  We Go Up The 2nd Mini Album - NCT Dream 

LEE TAEYONG

He would automatically say no, not because you would be bad at taking care of it or anything. He just doesn’t want you to think the base is some sort of playground. 

It wasn’t until you actually begged on your knees for a puppy that he agreed. He loved seeing you happy and if a puppy was what you wanted, you were bound to get it eventually.

“Yes honey, whatever you would like...just get off the floor. If one of the members walk in, we’ll never hear the end of this.”

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MOON TAEIL

You both were on a date when  you passed by an adoption center. Some dogs had been with trainers outside, learning new skills. You loved puppies so you went over to meet some of them. One of the puppies stood up infront of you and started dancing. You laughed as you pat the dogs head. You got an idea, and looked up at Taeil with a slight pout. 

He automatically understood and went over to one of the workers. 

“What’s that little guy’s name over there?” 

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SEO JOHNNY

He would automatically agree. He ran around your guys’ apartment, throwing on random socks, shoes, and a hoodie. “Let’s go sweetie!” He said already at the door as you still sat at the kitchen counter - just waking up.

“Huh? Already?” You mumbled. He ran to your guys’ bedroom and then he came back with one of his hats and one of his hoodies. He slipped it over you and you sat there, still eating your breakfast. He combed your hair and shimmied the hat on your head. You finished as he grabbed your face and kissed your nose. It was super calming and loving.

“Okay let’s go now.”

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NAKAMOTO YUTA

Didn’t fancy the idea all that much. He was just afraid of you getting too attached and the dog getting sick or something. You wanted this more than anything though. You followed him around like a lost puppy yourself.

You dropped not-so subtle hints. Like when Yuta was taking a shower, you walked in and wrote on the mirror. He knew you had come in because you were anything but quiet, and even with a fogged up glass door, he could see you wiggle yourself onto the counter and start tracing your small finger on the foggy mirror.

You left with quick and quiet feet. He finished his shower and wrapped a towel on his waist before stepping out to see what message you wrote him.

‘Beware for this is the ghost of Neo Culture~

     Purchase a dog for your partner or face the wrath of Big Broth - Taeyong, for he said he would buy a dog himself and send it to Osaka with an escort.’

He laughed at the message and wiped it off the mirror, already planning something. He got out his phone as he walked into the bedroom. He looked EVERYWHERE around the room before talking.

“Hey Tae. What type of dog?”

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QIAN KUN

He had a soft spot for you. He was a really nice person, he just didn’t like doing things for other people because it becomes an unannounced and awkward competition to see who does the last favor. When another member asked for a cup of tea, he would laugh in their face and ask why they couldn’t do it. When you asked for a puppy - he didn’t waste a minute.

He felt as if you needed this more than you wanted it. You should have normal things in this not so normal life you were dragged into. He had you look for a dog you wanted and you were happy to say the least.

“Which dog catches your eye?”

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KIM DOYOUNG

He was afraid you were trying to replace him. He laughed in your face at first. “What? Trying to get rid of me with a pet?” He chuckled. “...no...but when you don’t come home, I get scared. And if we get a dog I would feel more safe at home, alone.” You said and he softened as his heart begin to crack. Seeing you admit that was huge for him because he saw you as fearless and strong-willed.

You seemed so small in the moment when you couldn’t meet his eyes because you felt embarrassed for admitting this. “I don’t want to replace you and I’m not. I just want to make sure that once you come home, I’ll still be there.” You mumbled. He ran over and hugged you quickly.

��That is such a good idea. I am so sorry for laughing at your idea, let’s go to the center now.”

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Ten

He was excited. He saw it as a way to take your guys’ relationship to the next step. You brought up that it would be for safety reasons and he never felt more sure in his life. You both went to the shelter and picked out a dog together.

You both were content with a dog becoming apart of your guys’ lives. The dog was fully trained so all you guys needed to do was introduce the dog to the rest of the members.

Yet, when you call him one day at work and calmly tell him someone broke in, he started freaking out and asked why you were so calm - afraid you were hurt and lost too much blood already.

He was out of his seat at the meeting that was forming. “I’m fine...but the carpet isn’t...by the way, Horang-i has a new bone.” You giggled and Ten sat back down with a sigh. “Where were you when they broke in?” He asked. “I was in the shower and then all of a sudden I heard a high-pitched scream - and I thought it was G-Dragon because that’s what I turned on while I was showering. Then I opened the door and there was a mans leg propped up against the door while his body was scrunched into the hallway...looking at the tattoo, he didn’t come to make friends.” You said and Ten chuckled. “Just stay in the bedroom with the door locked. Keep the dog with you. Take a nap and by the time you wake up, I’ll be there and the house will be clean.” He answered. “Okay. Love you, stay safe.”

“Always.”

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JUNG JAEHYUN

He was hesitant but nonetheless agreed once he saw you getting too attached to the idea. He helped you find a dog, and you both went and picked it up.

You were aloud to leave the base with the dog now. You were aloud to have more freedoms with this dog and you loved it.

You called Jaehyun to tell him not so exciting news though. “Hey babe.” He answered. “What’s up?” He asked and he automatically heard your shaky breath. “Y/n...what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked and you just stayed silent. He stood up from his desk and grabbed his coat. “Stay right there. I’m coming. Just stay there.” He said already down the hall and out the door. 

He heard barks and growls from the other side of the phone. He headed to the coffee shop you said you were going to and he hopped out of his car once he saw it in sight. He followed the growling sounds and ended up at the alley behind the shop. You were sitting in a corner with your legs brought to your chest and your head in your knees. The dog stood infront of you, bearing teeth and scary growls. Men surrounded you, trying to calm the dog down to let them through. 

“Get away from her.” Jae said and pulled his gun out. The men turned and that’s when the dog knew to attack. “Attack, Geon.” Jae said and the dog leaped up and bit the men until they were on the ground. 

When it was all over, the dog came over and laid it’s head on your knee, licking tears away. Jaehyun came over, crouching down and rubbing the dogs head. 

“Good boy.” 

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DONG SICHENG (WINWIN)

You had seen a puppy run by your house and ever since then you had puppy fever. He didn’t realize how long you’ve wanted a puppy. You were never aloud to have one when you were little so you always dreamed of getting one when you were an adult. 

You were walking through the offices, gathering the useless documents from the other employees. Winwin wanted them for no purpose. And every single person said they didn’t know what you were talking about when you said what documents you needed. 

You grew angry and annoyed as you walked back to your boyfriend’s office. You threw the door open, getting ready to chew his ear off when you noticed he was already getting chewed...by a puppy, 

You drop your clipboard and ran over to greet the puppy who had a pretty silk bow on it’s collar. “It’s so cute.” You said grabbing it and cradling it like a baby. It licked your face happily, and you thought you would die of cuteness overload. “Can we keep him?” You bounced a little as Winwin smiled. “Of course.” He said kissing your forehead. 

“Anything for my princess.”

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KIM JUNGWOO

“Why have a puppy when you can have me?” Was all he said when you proposed the idea. “I want both. I want you AND a puppy.” You said ruffling his hair. “Fine. We can get a puppy! BUT! You have to pay in kisses.” He said and you sighed. “How much?” You asked looking down to him who had set his head in your lap. “200.” He said and your mouth dropped. “That’s so much!” You laughed, running your hand through his hair. He smiled and started playing with your other hand.

“I know. The economy is crazy these days.” 

(this one was short but I loved it OML)

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WONG YUKHEI (LUCAS)

He wondered why you wanted a strong dog when you had him as your strong boyfriend. You explained your worry of when he wasn’t home. He still denied your wishes, promising that he would be home more if that is what you wanted in the first place. 

You sat on the chair in the kitchen, hugging Lucas’ arm and looking up at him. You put on your best puppy dog eyes and your bottom lip shook a little bit. “No this isn’t gonna work.” He said shaking his head and looking back to his phone. 

You nuzzled your cheek on his hand and his breath hitched as he eyed your next actions closely. You kissed his hand softly and he groaned in annoyance.

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“And what name is going to be put on the dog’s name tags?” The worker asked and Lucas looked at you who held a cute ball of black fluff that would soon grow to be tall and huge. “I’m naming the dog. You’re idea to get him, I get to name him.” He said turning back to the lady. 

“Killer. His name is Killer.”

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LEE MARK (longer)

He was like Lucas, he denied your wishes over and over again. It was like a broken record machine. “No. No. No. No.”  

You and Mark laid in his bed at 1 am, still going through this little spit-spat. You both had been chilling all night at his apartment on base (NOT THAT WAY YOU NASTIES) and you currently were snuggled into him wearing one of his shirts and your underwear. “If you want to feel safe then I’ll teach you how to use a gun.” He said scrolling through his phone. “I don’t want to use a gun, I want a puppy.” You said and he said the same answer, “No.” 

You groaned sitting up and grabbing a pillow and blanket. You draped the blanket over your head and hugged the pillow to your body. “Where are you going?” He asked and you turned around to face the door. “Sleeping on the couch...maybe if I had a dog it could keep me warm.” You sassily said as you opened the door and walked out. You put your hand on the door to close it when Mark piped up, “Close the door.” He said and you wanted to piss him off. You closed the door but left a crack. 

“Goodnight.” You said and you heard him groan. You walked out to the living room and automatically regretted it. It was dark and cold. You crept back to the hallway and laid down right next to the door. You snuggled onto the cold and hard floor as you tried to get warm. 

You drifted into an uncomfortable sleep that would have you tossing and turning for some time. 

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Mark walked out of his room the next morning in a bad mood. It was 5:45 and he got 4 hours of sleep. He had a rough sleep because he would wake up every 20 minutes and panic because you weren’t next to him. 

He opened the cracked door and automatically stumbled over your foot. He softened once he saw your shivering figure, balled up onto the floor. He felt bad because you didn’t ask for much. You just wanted this one thing really bad. 

He crouched down and picked you up, shivering from how cold you were to the touch. You stirred a little and rubbed your eyes. 

“Let’s go get some sleep. When we wake up we’re going to pick out a puppy.” 

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HUANG RENJUN

He had just gotten his own apartment since he was an adult member. He chose to have it outside of base so you and him could have more freedoms. Not alot, but it was still more than what you guys had on base. 

“What should we buy first? Omg I need a microwave.” He freaked out running a hand through his hair. “Honey. We’ll get you a microwave. It’ll be okay.” You laughed a little, throwing your arms around his waist. 

He threw his arm around your shoulders and you guys looked at the blank walls in awe. You both were proud of yourselves for making a huge commitment. You guys got this. 

You were always linked someway. Whether it was what you guys wanted for dinner...to what gun you would use at a bank robbery over 1000 feet above sea level. You even had this in common:

“We should get a puppy.” 

(AS I SAID BEFORE! RENJUN WITH HATS IS   A   C O N C E P T)

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LEE JENO

You both were cat fanatics, so when you both moved out of base and into an apartment, the other boys bet on how quick it was until you both hoarded cats. Yet, something different happened. 

“Jeno-ah.” You called from the kitchen. He walked out drying his wet hair with a towel. “Huh?” He asked letting the towel sit on his shoulders as you turned your laptop a little. He had one hand on the back of your chair, and one on the table as he leaned down to see what you were looking at. 

“Help needed. Dogs need to be adopted from Kill Shelter in Gangnam before January 4th.” He read aloud. “It’s January 3rd.” You mumbled looking at all the dogs that still needed to be adopted. “I’m getting dressed. We meet at the front door in 10.” He said and you quickly shared the link with the other member’s girlfriends and partners who were too sweet to say no. 

You threw on one of his sweatshirts and your warm boots. You grabbed the keys. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You both sat on the living room couch, holding a ball of fluff each. You got the legal limit of dogs they were aloud to sell you, and all the members who had a girlfriend or partner got atleast 2 dogs each. Yet realization struck Jeno before it did you. 

“We just adopted 5 dogs.” 

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LEE DONGHYUCK (HAECHAN)

It was totally random how the thought of getting a dog popped into your mind in the first place. You both were watching Tom and Jerry in his apartment, cuddling on the couch. You laid your head on his chest while his arm rested behind you on the couch. 

You sit up quickly and he looks at you. “You goo-” “We should get a dog.” You said and he looked back at the TV then at you. “We’re watching a show about a cat.” He said and you chuckled. “I know...I want a puppy though.” You said and he sighed, throwing his head back. “Baaaaabbbbeeee.” He sighed and you pinched his cheek. He pushed you on the couch and rested his head on your stomach. You ran your hands through his wavy mess of hair and he breathed comfortably. 

“I don’t want to share you with anyone or anything right now.” He said and you just nodded, a little bummed out. You understood though. 

He already knew what he was gonna get you for your birthday now. 

“Just wait a little bit. Spend this time with me, for now.”

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NA JAEMIN

You both sat on the new couch you both just bought for his apartment. You sat with your head on his lap. His hands played with your hair for the longest time until he tapped your nose. “Huh?” You asked and opened your eyes. “Want to adopt a dog?” He asked and you cocked an eyebrow. “Is this code for something or...” You trailed off. “No. I’m being serious.” He laughed and you sat up. 

“Yes! Omg! We’re adults. We legally can do that OMG.” You said and he laughed. “Then we can go adopt later.” He said and you nodded, smiling. 

He loved seeing you so excited. It was adorable. He pulled you back down and started playing with your hair again. 

“Now calm down before you explode.” 

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ZHONG CHENLE

Taeyong opened the door to the Junior Forces Tier 1 dorm and 4 dogs ran in. You and Chenle that had been calmly sitting on the couch, watching a movie -  had gone crazy. The dogs ran in and started licking your guys’ faces. 

“Where did all the dogs come from?” You asked looking at Taeyong. “Jeno and his girl. There was a kill shelter that was getting rid of all the dogs tomorrow. Each member has 2 or more dogs themselves because Jeno and she decided to share the link with all of our girlfriends...causing them to burst into tears and buy out the whole shelter within the legal limit somehow...and now we have 4 dogs left. You take 2, 3, or 4. Jisung takes the rest.” Taeyong said and you looked at Chenle. “How many?” You both ask at the same time. 

“1...each!” You both said again and Taeyong who had an etched in frown now smiled a little at how well you guys got on together. You both squealed your answers.

“We’ll take 2 of them.” 

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PARK JISUNG

You and him had been chilling in his room (I SWEAR TO GOD...HE’S A BABY.). You both were a little down for some reason. You both tried to eat candy to get a sugar rush, or listen to good music, and even worked on your guys’ death ray but nothing was working. 

The door opened to Taeyong who had no emotion. “We have a problem.” He said and you both looked at eachother, standing up. “What is it?” You asked and Taeyong brought out his hands where 2 little tea-cup dogs laid in his hands. “Welcome to parent-hood.” Was all he said as he dumped a dog in each of your hands. 

You guys didn’t even need the backstory because you knew you both would find out eventually. “Goodnight.” Taeyong said as he walked out of the room then out of the dorm. 

Both of you had now the highest mood in the world. You sat on the ground with Jisung next to you, playing with the dogs. Yet, Jisung’s dog kind of face planted into a nap. You both look at eachother. 

“Uh...I think mine is broken.”

[earthrealmlesbian]

Kitana x Jade for the questions plz?

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Both rock the seats! Nothing crazy, just enough to get the other giggling. Jade is more likely to put more umph into it though. Usually to get Kitana to gasp and cling to her while admonishing her playfully.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Both have a decent sex drive but neither are quite that needy about it. They can wait more often than not. Kitana's thoughts can wander if she's in a very boring meeting and Jade is nearby though.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Both enjoy shower/bath time! Jade likes showers more since she enjoys the moving water. Kitana really likes lounging in baths though. Kitana tends to keep it relaxing but she's not gonna say no when Jade offers to wash her body with a wink.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Jade loses more and more clothes the closer they get to bedtime much to Kitana's amusement. She'll joke about have to walk behind her and pick up all the clothes she's dropping. Both occasionally relax topless when the Outworld heat gets unbearable.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Neither? They argue rarely and when they do they try their best to work it out before they sleep. They don't get enough peaceful time together alone in the first place, they're not going to waste it angry with each other. If an argument gets particularly heated Jade will take a walk and Kitana will make them both cups of hot tea as a truce for when she gets back.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Kitana all the way. They're both sentimental but Kitana likes physical reminders. She's got a million pics of Jade on her phone and more than a few printed out for scrapbooks. Jade has one or two of Kitana making hilarious faces when she's passed out though.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Kitana said it first. She confessed her feelings to Jade secretly when Shao Kahn was still in power. She whispered it like a prayer. (Jade said it back of course.) Jade takes her duty of protecting Kitana very seriously and if they argue because she thinks her wife is playing it a little fast and loose with her safety then Kitana is definitely getting hit with the "because I love you!"

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Kitana. Going back to her liking physical reminders of their relationship, she thinks wearing Jade's clothes is one of life's little pleasures.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Sleep is something they both treasure so neither is going to interrupt that for the other if they don't have to. Both have nightmares unfortunately. Jade especially of meeting her Revenant. Jade will sing Edenian lullabies to Kitana on bad nights.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? At games you mean. Jade for sure. She's a brat and merciless about taking advantage of people not paying attention. Kitana says she doesn't cheat "on principle" but that's a big ol lie. She's learned from the best. (Jade)

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Oh, Jade loves good natured teasing. Kitana will add a photo of them to a scrapbook and Jade will look over her shoulder playfully. "Wow, it's almost like you have a crush on me…" Kitana always gives a little huff. "It's been decades! You're my wife!" Jade likes to pretend she's shocked to hear the news lmao

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?Kitana technically but usually only flicking tea at Jade or something else inconsequential. Jade is the brat that responds by flicking peas at Kitana's forehead. They don't go crazy with it though.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Kitana can't sing well.…she's not atrocious at least? That doesn't stop Jade from often trying to get her to join her in singing love songs in the bathtub. Kitana complains that Jade's just showing off because she's a way better singer.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? They both like holding hands!! It's one of the only things they do publicly. In private, either will do the other three things under the right circumstances. If Kitana is cooking Jade will wrap an arm around her waist. Kitana likes to pull Jade on her lap and squeeze her ass when she's in the mood. Jade will loop her fingers in Kitana's belt loops or equivalent when they take late light walks.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Hmm neither really but Kitana will do something close. They aren't apart often, but when they are Kitana can be caught idly writing her name on paperwork.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Jade gets +10 seduction power with each drink. It's not fair. Neither will get more than buzzed though. Which is good since Kitana goes straight from seductive to sappy after two drinks. (Jade thinks it's cute.) Kitana is louder in bed by a mile.

17) Who is more protective? God…Jade. She insists on staying in charge of Kitana's security and takes her job seriously. Don't even look at Kitana funny or else.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Jade mostly. She'll ramble a bit about this or that or get a little romantic in softer moments. Kitana is more apt to quietly admiring Jade while she sleeps.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? They both learned to drive when they started making more trips to Earthrealm. (Please imagine the kombat kids crammed in the back of a military vehicle being gremlins while Johnny Cage of all people tries to teach Kitana to drive sgsgdufu) It was a harrowing experience but Jade actually likes driving and Kitana is content to take the window seat.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Either depending on the day. Kitana likes to lay in Jade's lap while she reads. Jade will lay back and let Kitana massage her face and play with her hair. They've both fallen asleep in either case. Kitana loves it when Jade picks her up bridal style. She likes Jade picking her up period.

21) Who cuts the others hair? They keep each other's hair trimmed!

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? They'll both send a few positive messages here or there. Not too many unless it's a stressful day. Ysdhfuigiv Kitana is awful at sexting. She's not really embarrassed by anything regarding sex but there's just something about trying to physically write it down that flusters her. She suddenly sounds like a robot and it drives Jade up the wall.

Jade: My love, I can't stop thinking about running my hands down your body.

Kitana: Yes, of course. You may. I'd like that very much.

Jade: Babe.....seriously?

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Both are confident women, and equally confident they are right for one another. Both are scared of losing the other but Jade especially worries she'll lose Kitana if she slips up trying to protect her. Earlier in the relationship Jade thought the stress of trying to keep their relationship secret might be too much for Kitana and that made her guilty. Now that they're openly together it's not an issue.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Kitana will definitely pull Jade in for a slow, romantic dance. Jade knows Kitana likes being picked up so she'll hold her above the ground (or have Kitana wrap her legs around her waist) for some playful kisses.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?Jade for sure. She loves getting Kitana to give her an exasperated giggle. She's got enough people throwing out awful pickup lines at her so she'll repeat those often. Kitana loses it a little every time.

26) Who kissed first? Kitana when she first confessed and Jade returned her feelings.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? They cherish what sleep they get so neither would ask the other for that kind of favor nor would they be inclined to. On sleepless nights they'll slip into the kitchen so Kitana can whip up something really self indulgent. They don't leave much of a mess which the palace kitchen staff is grateful for.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Kitana writes poems on occasion. She's pretty decent at it too. Jade will tuck them into one of Kitana's scrapbooks for safe keeping and give them a read sometimes when she's alone. Jade usually just makes up love songs on the fly or repeats ones she knows.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Neither! If either take risks it's usually in a serious situation and not at all to impress each other.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Neither need glasses BUT Jonny bought them a pair of sunglasses as a joke (but also kinda not cuz damn Outworld is bright? Eye care ladies.) and Kitana is mortified when she realizes Jade looks really good in them?? She doesn't want to give Johnny the satisfaction of knowing he did a good. At all.

Thank you for the ask and for waiting patiently!!

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She was looking up, lying down on her bed. Her mind wandered like a wild horse in an open field. She had never felt such peace, such calm. She had never meditated but, from all the reading she had done on the subject, she was sure the feeling was similar. Thoughts entered her mind and left as fast as the speed of light. And then, it all ended. Abruptly, without any warning, her peace bubble had been invaded. Her heart started racing, as if she was in danger. She took a deep breath and listened.

“Babe, you in there?”, said a familiar voice.

It took her a few seconds to realize what was going on. She felt she was waking up from a coma, a deep one. She recognized the voice. It was never high pitched, always calm and deep as the ocean. She called the real man voice.

“Baby boy, is that you?”, she answered back, knowing it was him, just to piss him off a bit.

“I know I should be offended you don’t recognize me, the man you say you love, but I m just going to shut up and come in, in that order!”, he replied as he pushed the door open with his left arm and holding a johnnie walker blue in his other hand.

He liked that drink, quite a lot. It was expensive but it didn’t matter. To come and think of it, the drink might have loved him even more. Those two were in some sort of a symbiotic relationship. Malt whisky and man were both content.

He was always smiling and those perfect aligned, all white, almost blindingly white teeth, gave him a certain charm, that was only found in fairy tales. He was real though. He was hers.

“I am so possessive of him”, she thought. “God, I look at him as property! When men do that, we condemn them but, it is ok if women do it? “, that thought made her smile even more.

She looked at him. It was a look of contemplation that she used. His forearms were covered in tattoos. It was done in a tasteful manner, not trashy. There were dozens of them. They all had a specific meaning in his eyes. They were carefully chosen and drawn. Some were drawn by her own hands. His muscular physique gave him a certain appeal. He was tall and muscular. She wasn’t a big fan of the ponytail however. She was waiting for his beard to grow so he’d look like a Rockstar. She obviously didn’t care about all that. He was already a Rockstar in her heart.

“What were you doing?”, he said after sitting next to her, while making sure his glass didn’t spill one drop of that precious beverage. He seemed to pay more attention to his drink than her bare thighs. “This is the first time I see you without that damn phone! You didn’t lose it, did you? Please tell me you didn’t lose it! If you have, you are going to be so pissed that I won’t hear the end of it. No! God wouldn’t be so cruel, right? Hurricanes and diseases yes, but losing phones? Naaahhhh!! Come on! You want me to help you with the search that is about to start? I promise you, I will go to the end of the world for that damn thing!!!”, he wanted to act concerned but he couldn’t sell it.

  She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“My phone is downstairs, smartass! I put it on charge, right next to the table, by the laptop. You know, for somebody, who, claims that attention to one’s surroundings, is important, you look more like Stevie Wonder than Sherlock Holmes young man.”, she answered right back, right before he sipped on that drink. He shrugged it off and went back to giving mouth to mouth to his glass.

He was never funny but always tried to be. He just didn’t have the comedic delivery or timing. He might not have been a joker but he was it. They sat there, and talked for what seemed to be days. It might have been hours but she couldn’t tell. She never wore a watch since smartphones had been introduced to her life. As usual, they talked about everything, they ended up arguing about 19th century philosophy. Who argues with their significant other about philosophy on a Tuesday afternoon, when they are both off work? He was an architect and she was a doctor, two professions that, are as close to philosophy, as critical thinking is to a fanatic religious individual. They both had taken some philosophy classes ten years back but they got to that subject quickly enough.

He always listened to her and looked at her with his big green eyes, inherited from his Latvian mother. The muscular physique came from the Norwegian father, who looked like the Mountain from Game of Thrones, this ridiculous gargantuan man, that was as big as an oak tree and with legs as thick as Spanish bull, that is about to battle a matador in the arena.

Those green eyes, that looked like a pool of kindness in which, she would like to bathe everyday so, that his stare could caress her body. he could stare at her and she would feel secure. He never judged her and always challenged her, especially her core beliefs. He would never let go until she got frustrated and hit him. He was a man, a real one, because, he never stood on her to feel taller or important. He pushed her towards new heights, he wanted her to unleash her full potential. He was there, always by her side, listening, criticizing, offering advice and help, he was patient.

He was interested in her future, not her past.

Looking at him, it reminded her of all the men, who, were big by their speech and little by their actions. He seemed to not care about her past, he never asked her about it. he wanted to be with her and she so loved him for it. he wasn’t perfect. Far from it. He grew up an orphan, raised by his aunt. He got his love for women from her. He grew up without a father and you could tell sometimes. He exhibited classical signs of rebellious behavior, questioning and having little respect for authority. But he had vowed to be the best father, in order to give his kids what he grew up lacking.

“Will you stop looking at me and smiling like that? It’s fucking creepy!”

“You know I love you, right?”, she answered after looking away for a few seconds

“I don’t know it. I feel it’”

“God, you are so annoying! Why do you have to be like that? Always giving these answers?”, she felt quite annoyed. Sometimes he was too cocky. And he managed to get under her skin.

   “You mention love often. And I love you more than anything darling. But let me tell you something: I feel your love. I see your love everyday. Can you imagine that I see an invisible thing? It’s a feeling. Not a concrete thing, it is abstract but I can see it, touch it. you have no fucking idea of what you mean to me. Sometimes, I become frustrated because, I can’t seem to put into words what I feel. It is an irritating situation but that I have come to live with. I am working on it. hopefully, one day, I will be able to show you and make you feel what I feel. Don’t hold your breath my love. I grew up without a family and now I have a family: You. So, say that you love me. Please say it everyday. I will just respond that I feel your love. Your love is so real that I feel it. It touches my soul, mind, and body. It shelters me from so many nasty things and gives me comfort, it helps me breathe and find peace. It does all those things. Well, at least from now on, when I respond to you, the way I do, you know what it means.”

He got up, kissed her on the brow, looked at her and then left.

She stayed in her room and hugged her pillow.

“My God”, she thought. “Please don’t take him away from me.”

And then a tear rolled down from her right eye. It touched the corner of her lip as she was smiling. She was blessed and she knew it….

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