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stxrysnow · 7 months ago

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its me again!! For this one can it be megumi x reader, the reader is a bubbly, adventurous, curious and silly person but their extremely kind and witty. [also smart, and sassy at times] The scenario can be just them doing stuff together like baking, going to a playground, coffee date, its your choice!

— a taste of your love.

synopsis. megumi’s had his fair share of having people who’re energetic, loud and annoying— much to his distaste— though deep down, he knows he loves them; no matter how much he tries to deny it.

although, he just can't help but want a taste of you— a taste of your love.

genres/themes. megumi fushiguro x reader, fluff, golden retriever and black cat dynamic, baking with megumi!, megumi silently admiring reader LMAO, two idiots in love, megumi is learning to love the reader (precious boy omg)

jiah’s notes. hello! senkyu for making this request ! < 3 i wanna feed shiro and kuro the best dog biscuits that ever exist, just wait till i summon them. (/j

... unless? LMAOO)

word count. 1.3k

megumi was still in the process of understanding you.

now, now— don’t blame him, that poor guy has been surrounded by highly energetic people all his life— be it tsumiki, his oh so nice sister— though, sometimes too sweet for her own good— or his friend yuuji— simply a ball of sunshine, that guy was; although he was a bit… naïve at times, or satoru— his ‘benefactor’ (also the guy he didn’t like to admit was his father figure) — often regarding him as an annoying, loud idiot.

but strangely enough, megumi had learnt to love them all the same— something that came from deep within, something that was hidden under his aloof demeanour.

and oh he simply despised to admit it to himself— to admit that he actually cared.

“ ’gumi, hand me the chocolate chips, will ya?” your voice said, drawing him out of his reverie— a simple blink and he was reaching up for the ingredient in the cabinet, hands strangely having a mind of their own.

dark green eyes searching your own as he placed the container on the kitchen counter, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something—

yet no words came out. you always rendered him speechless, both literally and emotionally.

“aw, thanks!” watching your eyes light up in the way it always did whenever he did even the bare minimum— megumi didn’t try to notice how his heart skipped a beat, didn’t try to notice how he swallowed a lump in his throat that had formed without him realising.

didn’t try to admit how much he craved your attention— didn’t try to admit how much craved you.

“did you get the cakes for shiro and kuro? poor things, i can’t eat this infront of them,” you tut, stirring the brownie batter with practiced precision, and megumi didn’t miss how your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly when you did so; how your teeth habitually dug into your bottom lip whenever you were focused— oh how he couldn’t help but notice every damn thing about you.

it almost annoyed him.

you turned your head to face him, the hint of a smile that was always there with you still playing at your lips— “oi, earth to fushiguro. what’re you thinkin’ ?”

keyword: almost.

“i have,” megumi answered, trying to sound stoic but even he didn’t miss the slightly hoarse undertone of his voice— making his ears turn a delicate shade of red. “don’t worry ’bout it.”

“ooo-kay, okay,” you chirped, letting out a small laugh— god, why were you even laughing?— now you’ve made his cheeks pink.

and yet, the boy wanted nothing but to hear the sound of your laughter again and again— until it would be embedded into his very soul, like some forbidden memory only he could reach.

“hm.”

slender fingers of his rested against the cool tiles of the kitchen counter as he turned his head in your direction as you worked, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but just stare— eyelashes fluttering so delicately against his pale skin that one might just think that he didn’t want to close his eyes.

and so he didn’t.

how could he? you were there. before his very eyes.

you and your pretty eyes which seemed to shine no matter how dark the world got, you and your kindness that stood out like a sore thumb against the crowd— you and your insufferable self—

you.

megumi’s gaze lingered on your form, eyes skimming over the smallest of details— every little scar, every little movement of your hand that caused a vein to twitch, every little, though barely visible, freckle or mole.

and for a moment, he wanted nothing but to just step over and bury his nose into his your hair and breathe in your scent, pull you into his arms and never, ever let go—

“you’re staring.”

and oh how he turned red— his breath catching in his throat whilst he blinked, looking at you with almost a comically bewildered expression— cheeks flushing such a pretty shade of red that you secretly vowed to yourself to do anything in your wits to make him blush like that again, and again.

“i— . . . uh,” megumi stuttered, mentally cursing himself for even falling for your unintentional charms— how he loathed, yet relished in that cheshire grin of yours, “ ’m not.”

“yeahh, sure you aren’t, ’gumi,” you cooed, a small snicker escaping your lips, and ah how the boy’s ears turned a deeper shade of red as he found himself growing more and more flustered by the passing seconds.

“don’t call me that.”

he tried to ignore the way your eyes lit up even more at his half-mumbled reply— grin widening even more in a way that almost made you look so dumb with how much you were smiling— but then again, that was one of the reasons why megumi was so hopelessly in love with you.

“oh? you don’t like it, hm?” snickering, you dipped a finger of yours into the rich brownie batter— holding it out to him in a silent invitation to taste it, all the while you held that damn smile on your face.

how he wanted to roll his eyes— like he usually did whenever someone else tried to pull a similar stunt— oh how he wanted to respond with a blunt retort that was somehow always oh the tip of his tongue, how he wanted to be annoyed by your teasing.

so, of course, he quietly stepped forward— gently bringing your finger up to his lips to taste the batter— of course he wanted to feel your touch on his lips for a little while longer.

it was always different with you.

“i have a name,” megumi grumbled, eyes looking anywhere but your face— fingers reluctantly letting go of your own, his free hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “the batter’s alright, by the way.”

“of course you have a name,” you huffed out a small laugh, transferring the brown liquid into a container, “though, i do distinctly remember you acting all grumpy when i called you megumi instead of ’gumi the last time we had a sleepov—”

“shut up,” he said in a slightly harsh tone, but you knew better than to take it seriously— partly because you were just too much of a light-hearted person to do so and partly because you knew that megumi needed time to process his feelings.

“mhm, okay,” you tittered, shaking your head as that smile never left your face— letting out a small gasp as you felt strong yet hesitant arms wrap around your waist from behind, and oh how your heart skipped a beat whilst you turned back to glance at him over your shoulder.

megumi nuzzled into the crook of your neck; dark locks spiking up in the same way which you adored so much whilst obscuring the view of his eyes in such a pretty manner that made your heart swell— arms wrapped in a tender yet firm grip, as if he was afraid to break you if he held on too tight— yet too frightened by the possibility that you might disappear the moment he let go.

“you’re so . . . annoying,” he mumbled against your skin, still refusing to meet your gaze, earning a hum from you in response.

“d’you hate it, though?” a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips whilst you tapped the container against the countertop, making the batter even out.

“yes,” he replied, but you knew better— of course you did, you always did— a pause of his movements, hands around your waist tensing up for a second before he spoke up again— “ . . . no.”

you could only let out a small chuckle in response.

“as i thought.”

understanding you and himself would take some time, he knew that.

but for once, megumi wanted to understand— wanted to know you, wanted to have a taste of you— a taste of your love.

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jahayla-parker · 3 months ago

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Hi J! I saw that your requests are still open. If it’s okay, can I request a Tom Holand SMUA (been obsessed with those lately!) where they’re going on a road trip to pick up their first puppy (maybe a golden retriever?) and reader documents each stage of their journey on IG? Thank you! 💙

Golden Addition : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Descr: Reader and Tom (established couple) adopt a golden retriever puppy and y/n documents the journey from picking out which puppy to adopt until they get home. Fluff

Warnings: i think a curse word is in there somewhere but otherwise just fluff!

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yourusername: cuteness overload ⚠️ this is your official warning that your feed is about to be filled with the adventures of welcoming a new family member 🐾

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tomholland2013: I don’t know what’s cuter, you reacting to seeing the puppies or them reacting to seeing you ❤️

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 the answer is you 😘

tomholland2013: @/yourusername that wasn’t even a choice darling haha xx

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 you’re always the answer though, no matter what the choices are 🤷‍♀️

nikkihollandphotography: ❤️

harryholland64: I expect proper documentation

yourusername: @/harryholland64 I won’t let you down Baz 🫡

holland_tom_harry: are you and Tom getting a puppy together?!

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tomholland2013: I think she’s happy with our choice 😍

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yourusername: he’s sooooo cute T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername you’re both pretty cute love

zendaya: awwweee xxx

holland24_yln: my parents are getting a new puppy!

harryholland64: wasn’t @/yourusername supposed to be documenting this?

yourusername: @/harryholland64 I’ll have you know, he required cuddles and will not be neglected for the sake of documenting

queenynyln: mother is MOTHERING! 😍

hazosterfield: does he have a name yet?

tomholland2013: @/hazostefield in progress 🤔

tuwaine: he’s so cute im gonna cry

tomholland2013: @/tuwaine ❤️

yourusername: @/tuwaine I did lol

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yourusername: Supply run! #cutestpuppyever

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tuwaine: he’s so precious!

hazosterfield: I’d say they look pretty stoked to have been chosen!

nikkihollandphotography: welcome to the family little one ❤️

ynbffname: the luckiest pup in the world 💕

holland_osterfield: stoppp their growing their little family, I’m going to pass away from cuteness

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yourusername: Tom comforting da baby after he got a bit scared by a bigger dog that was in the store. Now T is sitting with him on the store floor 😭 #soooocuteee #ilovethembothsomuch

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tomholland2013: we both love you so much too darling xxx ❤️

ynbffname: aww such a good dog dad!

yourusername: @/ynbffname the best! 😭

tuwaine: King! 🙌

zendaya: that’s so sweet 🥹

hazosterfield: boss move Tom!

hollandfanatic: SCREAMING!! Tom is so amazing!

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yourusername: Introducing Rufus Y/L/N Holland 🐾 #thecutestboyever

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harryholland64: Tom’s been demoted

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 I know, I’m no longer the cutest boy in her life. I should be jealous but Rufus is too sweet to be upset with 😂

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 maybe we can call it a tie? ❤️ cause you’re still pretty damn cute 😘

hollander_west1: @/yourusername OTP

hazosterfield: I already love Rufus 🐾

tomholland2013: @/hazosterfield so do we!

zendaya: he IS so cute girl! Noon will wanna have a playdate soon

yourusername: @/zendaya definitely!

nikkihollandphotography: I cannot wait to meet him!

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography T will be texting you soon to arrange that as Rufus wants to meet his grandma ❤️

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yourusername: It was my turn to drive but it was hard to not keep looking over at these cuties!

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tomholland2013: eyes on the road darling 😜

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 then you two need to stop being so freaking precious 😭

zendaya: he seems like a big cuddler

yourusername: @/zendaya not sure if you mean Tom or Rufus, but either way, yes ❤️

tomspideyfan1: TOM AND A PUPPY!!! I REPEAT, TOM AND A PUPPY!!!

ynbffname: I love how he’s in Tom’s arms but still looking at you 🤣

tuwaine: @/ynbffname Tom FaceTimed me and Rufus was constantly trying to get y/N’s attention, he’s definitely a momma’s boy haha

yourusername: @/tuwaine he loves both of us

tomholland2013: @/yourusername it’s alright darling, we both know Rufus loves you the most, how could he not? ❤️

nikkihollandphotography: I love this photo!

peter_holland: This needs to be on one of those men with dogs calendars 😍

marrymetomh_2: y/n is feeding us! 🙌

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yourusername: Another supply run on the way home and Rufus is as tired as Tom and I are from the trip but ‘twas worth it! #imean! #lookatthatface!

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tomholland2013: our tired boy 🥹

zendaya: I need him in my life! He’s so adorable and fluffy!

spideyboyholland: THAT FACE!

hazosterfield: falling asleep anywhere, taking after his dad already lmao

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🤣 100%

tholland_13_x: 😍 Rufus clearly gets his looks from his dad

yntomholland: @/tholland_13_x he clearly gets it from both parents smh

harryholland64: this is the content we really need, no more Tom, just Rufus 😆

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 rude 💔

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 but believe me, she’s got more to share xx

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yourusername: Tom may have laughed at me, but Rufus was cold!

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mrshollandxx: omg omg omg

tomholland2013: I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing over how preciously overprotective you were being xxx

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 i will not allow him to be cold T 😌

tomholland2013: @/yourusername he had a coat already love, a fur coat even 😜

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 he’s just a baby Tom! 😡

gina_xholland: aawww of course they bought Rufus Holland a coat

zendaya: girl! this is precious!

harryholland64: he’s spilling out of that coat lmao

yourusername: @/harryholland64 he’s a v fluffy boy 😍

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yourusername: Last stop on the way home! Rufus needed to see the beach! #rufusonthebeach #rufus’sfirstbeachtrip

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ynbffname: taking your new boy and your other boy to your favorite place, what’s it like having your life be so perfect?

yourusername: @/ynbffname It’s freaking awesome tbh 😌

tomholland2013: @/ynbffname “other boy” 😑

ynbffname: @/tomholland2013 oh sorry, should I have said her ��human boy” instead?

yourusername: @/ynbffname @/tomholland2013 How about my fluffy boy and my life-long boy? ❤️

tomholland2013: @/yourusername I’ll happily take that ♾️

hazntom13: loving this Holland puppy content!

hazosterfield: he looks like he had a fun time!

tomholland2013: @/hazosterfield We all did xx

nikkihollandphotography: getting some energy out before the last leg of the trip I see haha

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography that and a potty break!

ynxhollandyln: asking for the 100th time, does anyone know if this means they’re getting married?!

ynupdates: @/ynxhollandyln why would it? But also, privacy! Tf?

ynxhollandyln: @/ynupdates I’m just askin cause getting a dog is a big commitment

ynupdates: @/ynxhollandyln I think they know that smh, just let them be happy and respect their privacy plz

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yourusername: Home at last ❤️🐾

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tomholland2013: 😍 my loves

nikkihollandphotography: I’m on my way over to meet the little fluff ball ❤️

ynbffname: what a cute family 💕

hazosterfield: a perfect addition to your guys’ home for sure! xxx

tuwaine: I love you three so much!

hollandylnfrvr: please don’t stop updating us on Rufus!

yourusername: @/hollandylnfrvr i would never! Follow @/rufusholland for future posts!

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stardewsnail · 2 years ago

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Sam SFW Alphabet

SFW Alphabet requests CLOSED

Bold = complete

Italicized = available

crossed out = in progress

Remaining: none!

Snail’s directory

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sam is so affectionate like who says the homies can’t hold hands or cuddle? Literal golden retriever boy, shows affection by laying all over his friends and loved ones. He also will pick up any cool rocks or shells he finds to bring them to his partner. Always brings wildflowers rather than a purchased bouquet.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sam decides he’s friends with someone and then you’re friends. He is the extrovert adopter of introverts. He collects them like Pokémon. He’s the kinda guy who’s easy going and can talk to anyone. He makes a deeply loyal friend and is always on deck when you need cheering up.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Sam is super into cuddling but he’s a little wiggly and a little chatty. He’s got a lot of energy that makes him unable to sit still for lots of cuddling. (Unless you like to be bounced as he shakes his leg lol). But his favorite thing is to cuddle while he plays video games and you do your own activity.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sam does want to settle down eventually, but he is a little hesitant at doing it too soon. That’s more on the commitment side of domesticity—this boy can cook and clean but his success can be inconsistent. He’s easily distracted and tends to try and do too many things at once.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He wants to just rip the bandaid off and get it over with as fast as possible. He’s gonna be upset even if it’s mutual or it’s what he wants. Unless it was really gnarly he’d want to remain friends after because he’s got abandonment issues and a deep seated fear of being left and unloved.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Does Sam want to get married and be a dad and have a family? Absolutely. But he has a hard time conceptualizing the future (I hc him as having adhd and my credentials are that I too have adhd) so it always seems like something that’ll happen in the distant future until literally he’s being handed a mermaid pendant and tripping over his words in absolute joy to accept.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

So gentle emotionally but a little rough physically. Not mean, just a really physical kinda person who likes to pick his partner up or flop on them or jokingly wrestle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

King of hugs. Not only is he a hugger but Sam gives the best hugs, I’m talking both arms and squeeeeeeze. He sways side to side too and might give you a lil shake for extra affection.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

Sam actually holds off for a while due to his parents. He’s heard his mom say more than once she wishes that she’d have waited to have kids—that she’d really thought about what it would mean to be a soldier’s wife. Even though his stakes are lower, he still hesitates because marriage wasn’t a super duper positive thing growing up.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s pretty easy going, but he does get jealous. Usually he’ll go to Sebastian or Shane for advice (very different kinds of advice lmao). He’s been the man of the house on and off for his whole life and all that parentification made it hard for him to address or prioritize his feelings. He might get a little snappy and then feel bad after.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sam’s kisses are like sunshine—he’s very sweet and affectionate. He loves to hold his partner and kiss them all over their face rapid fire.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Sam is an expert, five star older brother. Shane and Marnie both trust him to watch Jas. He’s so good with kids in part because he treats them like people and is good at communicating on their level. The king of convincing a kid something was their idea to get them to behave.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He loves to sleep in but once he’s awake he is AWAKE. Sometimes he can be a little overwhelming if you’re not a morning person but he’s good at keeping himself busy so he doesn’t disturb a less chipper partner until they’re ready to be coherent.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)He’s a cuddler but he’s also a furnace. When he falls asleep it’s like he just turns into a space heater and is radiating. He also sleeps all over the place and moves around quite a bit. Loves to spend some time sitting in bed before sleeping to talk.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sam says things as they occur to him, which means one second he’s info dumping about the history of skateboarding, and the next he’s dropping his tragic backstory. It comes in bits and pieces, but there’s not a deliberate withholding.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sam is laid back and good with kids, he’s super patient. It’s rare he gets actually angry but he will get frustrated. When that happens he gets snappy and sarcastic. He’s not outright mean, but it’s not pleasant to be around. He’s the kind of person that if you call him on it he does stop immediately.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

The things that Sam remembers are often hit or miss–-his partner’s favorite food? Yeah. Their allergies? Totally? Their birthday? Well, he’s probably at least got the month right. He remembers his partner’s habits–the things that he sees everyday. He’s really observant and puts that to good use in a relationship.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the time his partner let him teach them to skateboard.This isn’t a one time only event, but there was a specific time where his partner skated from Pierre’s to his house all by themselves (with him within arm’s reach should something go awry). They looked so proud of themselves and they were so excited to be involved in his hobby. They absolutely ate shit not a minute later but Sam caught them! No injuries were had, they celebrated with ice cream.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sam’s a lover, not a fighter. He’s very protective of his partner and his feelings, so most of his protection is emotional. He’s so loyal that it’s impossible not to feel secure in a relationship with him. He doesn’t think he needs protection, but his partner absolutely will go for the throat of anyone who wants to take away some of Sam’s sunshine. This is also a role Sebastian, Abigail, and Shane had taken on. (I hc that Shane and Sebastian are work besties who end up hanging out at the saloon whenever they’re both there.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sam tries really hard but dates and time and planning are all very hard for him to manage. He’s much better with everyday tasks and gifts. I said it before and I’ll say it again: this man brings you cool rocks.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s perpetually late and kind of really messy same.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Nobody who doesn’t care about their appearance has hair that so completely defies gravity. Half of being a rockstar is having a lewk—Sam takes this very seriously both on and off the stage. It’s more about having a vibe than looking “good” exactly.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Look, Sam is fine he’s a whole person on his own yeah, yeah yeah. But he is NOT going to be brave about it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s always missing something. Like at all times something is lost and he is looking for it. He’ll usually find it but it’s like every couple of days—CDs, keys, his phone, his headphones, Sebastian (He and Abigail left him at the mall once on accident)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like people who make disliking children a personality trait—or disliking anything as a personality trait honestly. Liking things is cool! Cringe is dead! He’s ecstatic to find someone into the same weird indie band he likes! Enjoy things! Humans are cool!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sam has exactly two modes: awake and asleep. When he’s sleeping he is gone, out for the count, unwakeable. When he is awake he is going, he is moving, he is grooving. There is no in between

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv sam #stardew sam #sdv sfw alphabet #sam sfw alphabet #sunshine man wants to teach you to skateboard #sfw alphabetm

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kiirokero · 4 years ago

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Outro: Love is Not Over (14)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Swearing, if that needs a warning

Word Count: 2.8K

Note: AFK :’) Oh my god please don’t let this suck in the morning

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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It had rained the previous night.

Nothing drastic, but it was enough to make the forest around me and Hoseok dewy. Occasionally, a spare raindrop would fall from the leaves above onto Hoseok's head and he’d squeak in surprise, looking up at the culprit tree with a pout and lowered ears. Every time. It was endearing. The way his eyes lit up at any pretty flower we would pass, how he smiled so widely when he put one of them behind my ear, how he vowed to protect me from any scary creatures that lurked in the forest. (If I was being honest, Hoseok was the only one worried about that)

I came here because I sorted out my feelings and was ready to let them spill, but now I’m second guessing myself. If perfect didn’t exist, then why is Jung Hoseok here? Why is he by my side, rambling about the “macaroni art disaster” that happened last Tuesday, and why am I listening with a smile on my face? Why is he here with me? I spent years chasing after a “perfect life” with a man who didn’t give two shits about me, just to have perfection on legs waltz into my life and wiggle into the heart of not only me, but my son too.

I was a broken mirror. Still functional, aesthetic, and usable, but compared to the crystal chandelier that was Hoseok, I was nothing but that annoying piece of glitter that’s follows people around since their arts and crafts day at Kindergarten. Why would the crystal want the glass when the crystal is pure perfection?

Jung Hoseok shattered the image of perfect I had in my head and replaced it with a prettier one. Perfection used to be having a nice house, a nice family, living a debt free life. Perfection was the expectations forced upon me by my family at a young age, and I rolled with it out of fear of disappointment. Then Jung Hoseok showed up with his pretty brown eyes and lovable personality and rocked the boat saying,

“Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.”

Perfection is what makes you happy, and god did Jung Hoseok make me the happiest I’ve been in years. I wanted to bottle that happiness up and cuddle it to sleep. Every single second he was with me I was happy, and I used to hate it. Now I can’t imagine my life without it...

“Hoseok, when I asked if you could watch Yunho, I wasn’t expecting to come home to this.” I chuckled. Both Hoseok and Yunho looked like deer caught in headlights, but I could see the small itch of a smile on Hoseok’s face. “But Eomma! I had a sore throat,” Yunho whined, his lips stained blue and his face was slowly turning red.

“And popsicles cure sore throats?” I asked playfully. I wasn’t mad, no, because I knew that even if Yunho ate popsicles now, he’d still scarf down his dinner. No problem. “...Mr. Hoseok said it would,” Yuhno snitched.

Hoseok gasped in faux offense, getting a giggle out of the younger hybrid. “I feel betrayed!” He said in an overly dramatic voice, causing Yunho to laugh harder. I couldn’t help but laugh along with them

Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.

“Did he fall asleep?” Hoseok asked, looking down at Yunho who was currently lost in dreamland, drooling on my shoulder. “Mhm, I guess all that playing at the park tired him out,” I chuckled, kissing Yunho on the cheek, making sure not to jostle him too much.

Hoseok looked at us fondly, the slightest of smiles on his face. “What?” I asked with a smile of my own. Hoseok merely shrugged, “The two of you are cute, that’s all,” He said, looking down to kick a rock that was on the sidewalk. I blushed, holding Yunho just a tad bit tighter. “Thank you,” I said. Hoseok looked back at me.

“You’re a wonderful mom,”

“I like to think so,”

It’s what makes you happy...

“I can go. You don’t have to feel like you need to keep me here,” Hoseok offered gently. The moonlight that shone through the drawn curtains of the living room illuminated his warm features perfectly. The slope of his nose, the curve of his eyes, the upturn of his smile. I wonder what Michelangelo was thinking when he sculpted Hoseok. Probably something in Italian.

I grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the couch. “No, you can stay. If you want to, of course... I’d like to chill with you,” I said with somewhat trembling hands and an erratic heart. “You would?” He asked, stars painted in his eyes. I nodded, sitting down on the couch. Hoseok immediately took the space beside me, one of his arms on the back of the couch behind me and the other on his lap.

Hoseok sighed, “Adult time,” He joked. “I’m a single mother. My ‘adult time’ is my nap time,” I chuckled, sinking down into the cushions. “Hmm, well, if that’s the case, should we put on a movie until you fall asleep?” He suggested, one of his brows raised. “What about you, though? Leaving you to explore my own dreamland is a bit rude, don’t you think?” I asked, raising my brow as well.

“Then let me ask a followup question. Is it okay if I crash on your couch for the night?” He asked cheekily, as if he knew that I couldn’t refuse him. “Hm, I guess,” I sighed sarcastically. I was unable to hide my smile though. “Great!” Hoseok exclaimed, taking the blanket that laid next to him and draping it over us, snuggling up to me. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah... This is okay,”

The pancakes I made in the morning with a giggly Yunho and a smiling Hoseok tasted sweeter than normal.

Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.

And I hoped I could be selfish just for today to secure my happiness for tomorrow.

“Y/n, are you okay? Earth to Y/n~” Hoseok called in a singsong voice, poking one of my arms, dragging me out of my flashbacks. Startled, I nodded with a hum, nervously twiddling with my fingers. “Mhm,” Hoseok chuckled, “We’re here.” I looked at our surroundings, realizing that I left Hoseok in awkward silence all the way through the trail. (It wasn’t awkward, Hoseok thought it was comfortable)

I gasped, “O-Oh! Oh... we are,” Hoseok smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me off the trail into a small clearing of vibrant green grass and small white daisies. He put down the basket he had in his hand and pulled out a cliche red checkered picnic blanket. “Cheeseball,” I giggled. Hoseok stuck his tongue out at me playfully, obviously proud of his blanket choices. He laid it out on the grass, making sure it was prim and proper before turning to me with a beaming smile, encouraging me to sit down.

I did as he silently asked and sat down on the blanket, thankful to give my legs a break. It was soft, I noticed, perfect for taking a nap in the afternoon sun. Hoseok plopped down next to me, his tail furiously wagging back and forth as he pulled out various different food containers from the basket. “So, I may have gone a bit... Overboard... But I just wanted to make you at least one thing that you’d liked.” He smiled, unashamed of his actions and more satisfied, like he was overachieving on a school project. “Hoseok, I’m sure I’d call your PB&J’s gourmet,” I chuckled, taking a hold of the chopsticks he was offering me.

Hoseok laughed along, opening the first container and placing it in between us. It looked like Kkakdugi. “What if we taste test each dish and decide on our favorites? Then we can eat those,” He suggested, and I nodded along. I’d honestly go along with anything he’d say. Hoseok picked up a piece of radish, holding it up to my lips. I leaned away for a second, cocking a brow. “Here,” He said, pressing the food to my lips again. I relented and let him feed me the radish.

I sighed, closing my eyes and basking in the sweet and slightly spicy taste. “If everything is this good, I’m going to have to hibernate for a year after this,” I said, somewhat seriously, somewhat jokingly. Hoseok laughed, falling back onto the blanket in a fit of giggles. “We’d better get on it then,” He said.

“Not to be mean, but how do you burn kimchi?”

Hoseok covered his face in embarrassment, rolling on his side so he didn’t have to look at my teasing smile. “I don’t know! I mean, maybe the burnt taste was something else,” He argued back with a pout. We were currently full and happy, laid on our back and looking up at the orange sky, pointing out oddly shaped clouds. And talking about how Hoseok managed to burn Baechu-Kimchi.

Also, avoiding the entire reason I asked Hoseok to hang out with me today...

It was hard! No matter how many times I practiced in the mirror the previous or hyped myself up in my head, he would smile or laugh or say something in that sultry voice of his, and my mind would blank. I was fighting with the mini Hyejin on my shoulder that was acting like a furious grandmother, constantly pulling at my ear and saying, “Dumb dumb, just spill it,”

“Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok spoke up suddenly. I turned my head towards him, catching his pretty brown eyes immediately. His soft brunette was falling over his face gently, occasionally moving whenever the breeze blew through. “W-What?” I asked, shaking myself out of whatever trance he manages to put me in whenever we lock eyes.

Hoseok chuckled, his dark brown ears twitching slightly when a leaf landed on one of them. “You’ve been out of it a lot today. Also, I can tell you're anxious,” He said, “What’s bothering you, buttercup?” He asked, and I felt my ears heat up at the pet name. Stupid Y/n just speak words, you’re literally a journalist. “Um, I just have some things on my mind,” If this were a drama, and I happened to be the main character, fans of the show would probably be screaming at their tv screens right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hoseok asked. “I should, I really should,” I sighed. I could tell my words confused Hoseok, but he left a space for me to speak nonetheless, giving me a smile of encouragement. Just say something, anything. Alright, okay. 1... 2... 3... Go! “I wish I met you 6 years ago,” I blurted out, backtracking once I realized what I said. “No... 5 years ago, cause then I’d still have Yunho,”

Hoseok giggled slightly. “And why’s that?”

“Because then life wouldn’t have been as hard...” I answered honestly

Hoseok had a baffled look on his face. I looked back up at the sky, distracting myself with the pretty formations of clouds and let my subconscience do the work and talk, finally letting it all out. Hoseok’s ears stood at attention when I opened my mouth again. “It's always been Yunho and I... Him and I against the world.” I started.

“Like his cartoon?” Hoseok asked.

“Like his cartoon,” I smiled.

I took a deep breath. “It’s obvious that my last relationship didn’t end well, and that it still effects me to this day... I remember even swearing to myself that I would never fall in love again, but then... This Jung Hoseok dude came along,” I snickered, pretending I was alone and this was another practice run. It made things easier. Hoseok stayed silent. “He came along with his handsome face, warm smile and amazing personality. God, he even made me jealous sometimes...”

“I’m sure there’s no reason to be jealous.”

“Oh, but there is. He’s amazing, absolutely amazing. Not just because he memorizes all my favorites or makes it his mission to make me smile, but because he’s amazing with my kid. He’s amazing with my kid in a way that I can’t be.” I stressed.

“What do you-”

“Human mom and hybrid son, I mean, those are total opposites,” I joked, cutting Hoseok off. “Often times I would second guess myself as a mother and worry if I was teaching Yunho the right things but then Jung Hoseok came in and eased my worries. He took Yunho under his wing and the both of us couldn’t be happier,” I rambled, unaware of the blinding smile Hoseok was shooting at me. “We both don’t know what we would do if he drifted away one day,”

“He won’t”

I finally gathered the courage to look at him. If the stars were in his eyes before, then andromeda was in them now. His dimpled smile and wrinkled eyes melted my heart. “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying all this in hopes that he’s picking up what I’m putting down,” I mumbled. “What are you putting down?” He asked. “That Jung Hoseok stole my heart and I’m not mad about it.”

Hoseok suddenly stood up, reaching his hand down to offer me help up. I quirked a brow. But Hoseok eased my worries with a simple “Trust me,” I put my hand in his, and he enthusiastically pulled me up, causing me to fall into his chest. He steadied me with his hands on my waist, and I looked up at him, still confused. “I wasn’t done, ya know,” I pouted. “Well then, continue,” He chuckled.

“I was saying that Jung Hoseok should know about my insecurities and emotional baggage that he would have to deal with if he wanted to be with me,”

“It’s not ‘dealing with it’ It’s accepting your flaws as a part of you, and I love every part of you,” Hoseok said, leaning closer into me.

“Love?”

“Mhm, that’s what I said.”

Hoseok leaned in even closer until we pressed our foreheads together. Neither of us said anything, we just looked into each other's eyes, comfortably this time, with nothing but the forest ambiance to break the silence. “I’m telling you, Jung, there is a lot of baggage,” I sighed somberly. “And I’m willing to help you cope with it,” He said. “I have a kid, Jung,” I pointed out, subconsciously trying to find any deal breaker now rather than later.

“I know, and he’s adorable.” He smiled. “That doesn’t make you feel weird?” I asked. Hoseok shook his head. “Not at all. When I said every part of you, I meant it Y/n,” He stressed, bring up one of his hands to cup my face. “You’re so nice it’s annoying sometime,” I joked, leaning into his touch. Hoseok merely laughed.

I don’t know how it happened.

Or why I didn’t realize it.

Slowly but surely, we leaned in, looking each other in the eye until mine closed. I felt Hoseok’s soft lips on my own only moments after. It was like breathing for the first time. The feeling that erupted in my chest was addictive. I could already tell that much. If I was freezing, this kiss would warm me up. If I was hurt, this kiss was like ice on a wound. This kiss was pure relief. Relief that I finally spoke up, relief that I didn’t chicken out.

Relief that I could finally be happy.

Hoseok’s lips were like saccharine marshmallows created by the gentlest of deities. The heart shape of them fit perfectly against my own, like our lips were lost puzzle pieces needed to create the perfect picture of happiness. His earthy forest scent filled my nose. It used to be calming. Now it was downright hypnotic. His hands felt like warm embers against my skin, surrounding me in a shroud of warmth and comfort.

I gripped my hands in his coat, pulling him even closer than he already was. I wanted to feel nothing but his warm embrace. I felt his lips curve into a smile as he kissed me deeper, bringing me farther into his trance. My knees were on the verge of buckling, but I willed them to stay still so I could savor this moment just a bit longer. Just a bit more.

Hoseok pulls away slightly to let out a sigh that hit my red lips. We were still pressed close. The slightest of breezes could blow me over and his soft lips would be on mine again. “Look at what you do to me,” Hoseok whispered, looking me in my eyes with his lidded ones that were filled with adoration. I was confused for a minute before I felt something soft hit my leg. I looked down, holding back a giggle when I saw Hoseok’s tail swinging madly, faster than I’ve seen it go before.

“I’m happy too,”

“You knew I had a crush on you, didn’t you?”

“I mean, I'm a hybrid so I can smell it...”

“Embarrassment can’t begin to describe how I feel,”

“Aww but it was cute.”

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years ago

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Fluffy Alphabet - Rafe Cameron

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

I honestly feel like Rafe would 100% be more attracted to you, whenever he would see you smile. I don’t know why, I just see him as a guy that literally would have to fight back his own smile when seeing you having fun.

(But he obviously finds all of you attractive, and has a hard time finding an imperfection on you)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

DEFINITELY! THIS MAN WANTS AT LEAST 3 BABIES AND YOU CAN’T TELL ME, and my baby fever, OTHERWISE!

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Usually he’s big spoon, but in days that he’s more tired or just had a rough time with his dad, he would ask to be little spoon or just lay his head on your chest.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

I imagine Rafe as a romantic guy, for some reason. So, I do believe that your dates would be something like, walking on the beach during the sunset, watching a movie on the park (like the whole rest of the island), and sometimes, expensive restaurants (but he still struggles with money, so, it would be kinda rare).

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Anchor. (100000% because you just make his life better. You take care of him and look out for him all the time, or even help him out when he needs it but is too scared to ask. You’re just his guardian angel, honestly)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

After months of friendship, and only because of Topper made a stupid joke about you two marrying each other the week after.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He tries to be as gentle as possible, but he still struggles with his anger issues, therefore, he does explode and takes it out on you. Even though it is extremely rare, he just despises himself after doing it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I don’t see him as intertwining fingers kinda guy, so I would say just casual hand holding. But…

He loves to hold your hand! DON’T EVEN TRY TO LET GO, THAT MAN WILL USE HIS IRON GRIP ON YOU.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Honestly, just pure sweetness of a person.

Only because of how nice you were towards him. He’s so used to people treating him like the asshole he shows to be, that you definitely caught him off guard when you used a soft tone and a smile.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. But no further comments.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Rafe definitely initiated the first kiss, and you can’t tell me otherwise.

(How am I supposed to describe how they kiss? Help)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You. You. You. You. You.

But once he hears it and answer it back, nobody is shutting him up. He will say it EVERY SINGLE DAY FROM THEN ON!

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably, your first date. Since it was the day that you two began everything and just had so much fun. (Maybe cringy at some parts since you two were nervous the whole time but wholesome in every way)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

I wouldn’t say everything, but he does spoil you. He buys flowers a tone of times and your favorites foods when you’re down.

Even though you do not want him to spend his money on your meaningless things, he will try his best to see what you wish to have, just for you to have it on your doorstep the next day.

And let’s not even talk about how he spoils you with affection. When you two are alone he just makes you melt at how sweet and loving he is.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

BABY BLUE!!! BECAUSE OF HIS SUIT IN THE MIDSUMMERS!

All because you make jokes about his baby blue suit, even though you definitely loved every second that he had it on. So, it kinda grew to be an inside joke in your relationship.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

All together, you two would use: baby, babe, bubba, bubs, angel… (the classic lovey-dovey pet names)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I have no idea.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Lay down on the bed, talk about life, watch a movie, eat tons of food and sleep.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Rafe, whenever he didn’t have you to cheer him up, would just try to remind himself of all the good things you experienced together and every time you told him how much you loved him no matter what.

When you were there to cheer him up, you would just hug him close to you and whisper to him how everything is going to sort itself out and how it will all be okay soon. (As well, as remind him that you will always be there for him)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything and anything. You two would be 100% invested into every conversation you shared. Rather it would be about food or even the color of your bedroom’s ceiling.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Just having you in his arms is enough to relax him to the fullest.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

OMG YES! HE WOULD SHOW YOU OFF SO MUCH!

He would just be so proud to say out loud that you two are dating. UGH! I JUST CAN IMAGINE IT SO WELL!

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Rafe would propose during or after college. But do expect a long engagement with him.

He wouldn’t do anything way too over the top, I don’t think. Maybe just bring you to somewhere quiet and peaceful and wait for the right moment to kneel and make the question.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I took a minute to research and think about this but…

I feel like a song such as “Elephant” by Tame Impala would be your song.

AND HEAR ME OUT!

Only because it would play in a restaurant when you two would be on your first date, and you would just vibe to it together while walking in the beach by the seaside restaurant (that was playing it).

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

YES! Once you two celebrate your two-year anniversary, marriage would just pop up in his mind right away.

(He wouldn’t act on it right on that second though, he would consider it for a few more months before screaming for Topper’s help)

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

THIS MAN WANTS A DOG MOST DEFINITELY. YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISEEEEEE.

(Am I the only one that sees Rafe with a family type of dog than anything else? Like a golden-retriever or something of the sort?)

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inactive-shroomiehomie · 4 years ago

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SFW Alphabet - Sonny Carisi

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sonny loves holding you anyway he can. He’s a big physical affection type of guy! Sitting casually in his lap on the couch, Sonny towering behind you with his arms hugging your shoulders from behind. He doesn’t like smooching or being too cuddly in public, but he just can’t stay away from you !

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It doesn’t matter how long he’s known you, Dominick is a loyal friend. If he goes against you in anyway, he has a pretty damn good reason or it’s for your own good. If you’re in a bad mood, Sonny would come over and cook for you and you two would goof around until he had to go back home or until he passed out on your couch.

You are both night-time law students and you get to arguing over some study case you were both given for an assignment- and you out smart him. He starts laughing in disbelief and offers to buy you a coffee. Then you two are hanging out at the bar after classes, throwing darts and throwing back drinks.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As previously stated, Carisi is a big ol’ snuggler. He’s also a personal heater when it comes to sleeping at night and it can be a blessing on those chilly New York nights.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sonny + Cooking = ♥

Sonny + Cleaning= :/ (He’s a bit of a germaphobe, but he doesn’t know how to pick up after him self more than he should.)

You’ve talked about it before, and while you both agree bringing children into the world when their Dad would have to see and hear the things he does at work on a daily basis would be horrible, having a kid or two wouldn’t be horrible. Plus, Dominick is so great with children, especially babies. From his own nieces to Rollins’ two girls; He can quiet a screaming child in seconds and it mesmerizes you each time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Face to Face. If you were committed enough to be in the relationship for however long, you should have the guts to end whatever it is to the other persons’ face.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sonny would feel horrible anxiety about proposing to you. He definitely wants to be with you until you’re both worm food, but he’s been on the job long enough to see what happens to marriages when someone works this kind of job. But you’re in it for the long haul, and he just has to accept that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

The human embodiment of a golden retriever is the perfect way to describe Sonny. Loyal, sweet, patient. But if you betray their trust it’s suuuuper hard to get it back.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When Carisi hugs you, it’s like being bundled up tight for winter, but not suffocating. His chest is firm and comfortable and no matter the hug type, he always draws circles on your lower back, just to make you smile.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You were actually the first to say it. It was an over-excited slip, but you still meant it 100%. And unbeknownst to know, Carisi wanted to say it week two of knowing you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not a jealous of possessive man. The most jealous he’s behaved is whenever he’s in a clingy mood and you’re at work or hanging out with Rollins and Olivia without him. But he’s still very protective of you and watches your back.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Carisi loves to kiss the top of your head or the back of your neck. Nothing weird, just a quick peck. The back-of-your-neck kisses would sometimes release a giggle from you and it would end up with him pinning you down and tickling you ‘til you cried.~

But you love to kiss his cheeks and hands. It’s hard to describe, but wanting to kiss him on the cheek as the same mental effect as a crow wanting to bring a bright, shiny thing back to the nest for it’s mate.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Again, Carisi is an amazing person with children. He’ll make an amazing father one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning bird. Always up before you with coffee or sometimes food if he had time. But he always made sure- unless it was urgent business- he would wake you up with a sweet his on the cheek or gently rocking you until you came too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless it’s a day off, you rarely get to see him. (ADA or Detective) But on the nights where he gets home early, you both talk about your days and how they went. Dinner, snuggling on the couch, and sometimes you’ll even show him some of your personal projects you’ve been working on.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Along side being the prefect cook and great with kids, he’s a chatter box. He doesn’t just blurt out things weird like, “I used to spank it to Opera 24/7.” On the first day or anything. Just threw things into casual conversation or when you asked. But if anyone said something about a good home cooked meal, he wouldn’t shut up about the 5 different foods his mama used to make for hi.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He works for a sex crimes division. You have to do something pretty horrible to beat that. You’ve had your fair share of fights though. Between his Italian blood and whatever you were arguing about, he could be stuck on an argument for longer than you would be.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Maybe golden retriever wasn’t an accurate description of what he was. More so like.... a wiener-dog-chihuahua mix. Dorky, but brain still smart and ticking. R Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Yet somehow, he can’t find his damn phone charger.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sonny knows you can take care of yourself, but being a part of the NYPD, he'a naturally protective. If you need help getting away from a guy Carisi is on you in seconds, flashing his gun and badge.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Carisi spoils you. He's usually the one to cook when you two have time for dinner and there's never not homemade sweets in the house.

But on your anniversaries, Carisi would make you breakfast in bed and the two of you would make sure to take off from work for the day. Lounging and enjoying one another's company until Carisi would send you to the grocery to get dinner supplies and he can have time to decorate the apartment.

Your favorite scented candles, light pink rose petals, soft music. All the beautiful cliche shit that's just so cheesy and sweet enough to make your heart melt.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Your schedules tend to not overlap. So when he gets home or gets ready for work, he will sometimes leave his dirty laundry around the house and his filthy dishes in his sink.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

His hair, yes. Otherwise, Sonny couldn't give two shits what he looked like. And you coupdn't either.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

"Before you I felt like used tea bag. Already fulfilled my purpose with nothing else left. Then you came around and gave me new purpose. Instead of tea, you made me into a bath bomb. Or a soap scrub."

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not being able to see him in person for a few days at time or before 11:30pm should be something his partner should be able to deal with. And being able to appreciate his friends and family like he does.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Carisi REFUSES to admit, but the backs of his knees are super ticklish. Sometimes when you're cuddling, you "accidentally" brush your feet up against the back of his knee and he practically falls off of the couch spasming. It's the cutest thing.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Carisi would definitely be a sleep talker. He'd also be the person that if you tried to get up without him, he would hold onto you tighter in his sleep. You think he may be awake sometimes when he does that, but Sonny neither denies or admits that to being true.

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yeochikin · 4 years ago

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late night snacks. | j. yunho

a/n: i needed to like.. write something due to having some type of writer’s block the past few days kjddkf but here’s the full fic, if you have seen the teaser ehe. this is lowkey sucky but at the same time i like it and that’s what matters pfft. hope you enjoyed reading this! ✨💖

"y/n."

a soft groan left your lips before you shifted on the bed, just to face the other side. the creasing of your brows slowly softened up once you started to fall back to sleep, muscles relaxing once again until...

"y/n."

cue another groan coming from you, your eyelids slowly fluttered open. due to the sleepiness still in them, you could only make out a shadowy figure in front of you, which caused you to sit up awake to scream in alarm until a large hand quickly covered your lips.

"calm down, calm down. it's just me, yunho!" said male reassured.

heart still thumping rapidly against your chest, you swear that you can almost feel it jump out of your chest. it took you a few more seconds to finally calm down while your roommate watched you with concerned eyes.

"you scared me, yunho. what do you want?" you asked with a hand on your chest, patting it gently to calm your heart as you sat up while rubbing the sleepiness away from your eyes.

though relieved it wasn’t some random intruder about to kidnap you, you glowered down at the tall male who managed to look so tiny just kneeling down next to your bed. yunho, who could see the slight annoyance painted over your visage, quickly spoke up before you would snap at him for disturbing your sleep in the little hours of night.

“come with me, let’s go to the convenience store.” he declared.

“jeong yunho!”

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you don't even know how it happened. one moment, you were in your bed, and now suddenly, you are dressed in your most comfortable hoodie and leggings, seated on the barstool of the convenience store overlooking the nearly empty street, the window in front of you acting as a barrier between the inside of the store and the outside.

“an ice cream sandwich of choice for our lady.”

the sudden image of the said frozen treat appeared in your line of vision made you look up at your roommate who was grinning down at you despite you glaring daggers at him from the rude awakening earlier. yet, you grumbled a low ‘thanks’ and took the ice cream sandwich as yunho took his seat next to you.

you won’t lie, it was difficult to stay mad at the male seated beside you.

yunho had always been the cheerful one in your friendship and somehow would pack a lot of energy with him, frequently bouncing in place due to his excited nature. of course, it would be unrealistic to say that he's all smiles 24/7. it is a little harder to approach him whenever he is in a bad mood, and it was not because he looked scary. rather, his face would be devoid of any emotion, holding a poker face, and looking as if something was in his train of thoughts. sometimes yunho would even zone out whenever he's in the middle of a conversation with someone, especially with you.

just as easy to tell he is in a bad mood, yunho is never good at lying. whenever he is feeling guilty of something, his eyes would be looking everywhere, and even if he did look straight at you, the way his eyes would twitch and occasionally widen ever so slightly would give it all away. just like how you had caught him trying to hide the fact that he spilled your paint water all over the floor. the poor potted plant was somehow labelled as the guilty one for ‘pushing the paint water due to its huge ass leaves.’ yunho’s words, not yours.

at the memory, you couldn't help but to let out a chortle underneath your breath, immediately catching yunho’s attention as he curiously looked over at you. you merely waved a hand in a dismissive manner upon catching the inquisitive look on his face yet, the male merely urged you to tell him.

“i was just trying to remember how i got the nickname ‘pup’ for you.” you merely stated, taking a small bite out of the ice cream sandwich and hummed approvingly at the sweet taste washing over your tastebuds.

“easy, you called me that as soon as you saw how i reminded you of a golden retriever during the first day of meeting.” the male grinned, nudging his upper arm against your shoulder.

upon hearing those words, you couldn’t help but to smile at the memory.

your eyes read over the address in the text you received, double checking to make sure you were in the right place and not some random stranger’s house. though, fingers crossed this house is the last one you needed to visit. you had been driving from place to place according to the flyers looking for a vacant place to stay since your time in the dorm is almost up so you needed to move out, and you needed a place to stay in, fast. but of course, the places you’ve been to were either near a shady place, or the vacant spot has already been filled. it is safe to say that you are almost on the verge of giving up.

with a deep breath heaving out of your lips, you lifted a hand up to ring the doorbell, patiently waiting for someone to open the door as soon as you heard the slight thumping of footsteps scrambling around from the inside. taking your time, you glanced around the place.

the place wasn’t that big but it sure looked like it could fit both you and your potential roommate. it was a huge bonus point that the place is located near your university as well, you probably won’t even need to drive considering how it’s just ten minutes away or so. you could deal with that. plus, the place is much more welcoming than the couple of places you’ve been to. it was when the sound of the door unlocking along with it being swung open managed to catch your attention and pry you away from your thoughts, wanting to greet the person.

your words somehow died in your throat once your irises were met with a beautiful shade of dark brown. yet you only noticed them later on since your eyes were instantly caught on the peachy toned strands of hair, albeit a little messily. in front of you, stood a boy, a very tall boy, dressed in a simple brown sweatshirt with black sweatpants.

“um.. can i help you?” he spoke, his voice rather deep yet it held some type of gentleness in them.

you mentally cursed yourself from staring at him before clearing your throat to speak, holding up your phone to show the text you had received earlier.

“i was the one who texted you about um.. the roommate thing?” you said, unintentionally making your sentence sound like a question instead of an answer, while the taller male looked at the text.

as if realising what you meant, his features brightened up with how his lips curled themselves into a huge dream, his cheekbones rising due to the bright smile he held. if you were being honest here, he looked like an excited puppy. at first, you felt nervous as you never had a male roommate before but the grin on his features managed to make you feel less nervous as you immediately sensed his friendly aura surrounding him.

“oh, yes, yes! you must be y/n l/n, i’m yunho, jeong yunho!” he introduced, immediately ushering you into his place.

once in, your curious eyes wandered yet again while yunho showed you around his place, a mini house tour if you will. the interior design of his apartment was simple yet somehow it added a bit of his… personality? pictures hung on the walls of the doorway of what you assumed to be his family and friends, most of the pictures you see are of the same eight people in them, yunho included. you also noticed the few little details around his place, especially the little dog shaped clock hanging on the wall of his living room.

“and this room can be yours! i used to have a roommate living with me but he had to move out of town.” he said, opening the door of the said room.

you peered in and went inside once yunho stepped aside so you could have a better look. true to his word, the room was rather empty. the only things present in the room were a single bed just near the window, a closet, and of course, a dresser with a decently sized mirror. you noted the slight dust blanketing the closet and dresser, a clear indication that the room hasn’t been used in quite a while now. but you didn’t care, nothing a few hours of cleaning the room up couldn’t do.

while you were looking around, yunho on the other hand fidgeted quietly in his place, long digits playing against the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it has been quite a while since he had a roommate, the months of living without a roommate made the extroverted male a tad lonely and more often than not, bored, of not having anyone to hang out with whenever he is required to stay in the house. so many thoughts ran through his mind, already creating some type of reassurance that it will be okay with whatever choice you choose later on. besides, it’s not like it will be the end of the world if you didn’t choose to be his roo-

“so when can i move in?”

what?

yunho’s eyes widened, surprised at the sudden statement you had said, blinking a few times as if he had heard wrong. seeing his surprised expression, you couldn’t help but to think whether you were being too bold for immediately making up your mind. reaching a hand up, you rubbed the back of your nape.

“i.. i guess it’s too soon, huh?”

snapping back into reality, the peachy haired boy immediately shook his head and waved his hands frantically in the air to reassure you that it wasn’t the case at all. despite being surprised, he couldn’t hide the jovial look painted over his visage, slightly bouncing in place as he could feel the excitement and happiness in him just overflowing his entire being.

“no! you can move in as soon as you are ready, you can even move in right now!” yunho grinned, eyes twinkling.

his actions only made you realise a low chortle. the male might look intimidating at a glance due to his height but to you? you have made the conclusion that he looked like a golden retriever who still thinks he is a puppy. and that was enough to make you coo internally at him, finding it endearing.

“calm down, pup! i still haven’t got most of my things.” you chuckled but it died off as soon as yunho casted a confused look towards you.

thinking you must have said the wrong thing once again, you tilted your head. “what?”

“you called me ‘pup’.” he said, blinking a few times with wide eyes.

groaning at yourself internally, you could feel heat rushing through your cheeks from the unintentional slip up, mumbling a string of apologies. you expected yunho to grow awkward upon hearing the nickname, thinking it might have weirded him out now. the last thing you want right now is a tense atmosphere with your own (potential) roommate.

instead, you were met with yunho’s smile yet again as soon as you looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

“hey, calm down. i have been told that i resemble a puppy often, so it’s fine! i like it anyway.” he winked and laughed, an attempt to lighten the mood around the two of you.

and from there, the two of you started to bond. thanks to yunho, you were able to move most of your things inside the vacant room, now slowly being filled with your own things and added a lil bit of your personal touch by painting on the wall with your own creativity. whenever you started to paint and decorate your room, yunho would always linger around your doorway or even in your room, offering all the help he could.

sometimes, you would even let the male paint whatever he wanted on your walls. it took you a while to reassure him, though. poor guy was worried he might ruin all the pretty doodles you had painted on your wall. but of course, you didn’t care. when you mentioned how his own doodles would make it special, you could see how his irises brightened though still unsure. with much contemplation, the peach haired boy agreed. before you know it, your walls were filled with little doodles of dogs, courtesy of yunho, along with your favourite flowers.

from then on, the two of you instantly formed a tight bond. you would also always spend every sunday doodling on empty pages of your sketchbooks, teaching yunho how to paint, yunho teaching you how to dance (since you saw him practice a piece one time when you got home from class), or going to a random store to buy a few things to decorate your rooms.

“sunflower?” yunho nudged you, causing you to blink repeatedly from your little trip to memory lane.

just like how you would call him ‘pup’, yunho had decided to name you in different types of flowers, though more often than not, he had been calling you sunflower instead of random ones. you switched your gaze from the empty street to the puppy-like eyes of the male next to you, smiling at him as a silent way of telling him he had your attention.

“tomorrow’s sunday, well, technically today is sunday. you know that, right?” he smiled down, crumbling up the plastic wrapper of his own treat he had earlier.

“of course! what’s up?” you replied, leaning your cheek on the palm of your hand as you stared up at your roommate.

“i was thinking, you wanna finally get started to find more art supplies? i’ve noticed that you’ve run out of pain and i could really use the time to take my mind off of dance classes for now.” he offered, mirroring your own actions.

you couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight of his cheek all squished against his hand, reaching your own hand to poke his cheekbone with a faint nod of your head.

“sounds good to me. though, let’s go home and sleep first, mm? unless you want us looking like zombies in the streets, pup.” you joked, standing up from your seat to throw away the crumpled wrapper of your ice cream sandwich, yunho following suit.

“sleep sounds good. let’s go home, sunflower.”

and with that, the two of you walked out of the convenience store side by side, talking about some of the events that the both of you failed to mention during the past week.

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 5 years ago

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][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Wulf][ A || B || C || D || E || F || J || K || N || O || P || S || U || X || Y || Z

@blind-mutant

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Wulf likes showing it physically! Often he gives a friendly hand onto the shoulder or gently brushes his legs against someone else's. Playful fights are common with Edith and Wulf has fond memories of his parents teaching him to handle weapons with hands on his and teaching him how to do his hair into complex braids, with gentle and rough feeling hands tying his locks back (they're not dead or anything I'm just dramatic).

Rhys? He needs to make up for all those years that Rhys probably didn't get affection!! Rhys gets big meals to take with him, gets beautiful trinkets to make him look as much as he's worth, kisses and hugs that sweep Rhys off his feet and love filled words that Wulf may or may not spend an hour or two writing out before Rhys comes for his visit.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Not really? Flowers are incredibly short lived on Midgard so he thinks that they're rather useless gifts. But Wulf likes buttercups due to the little trick of placing them under your chin to see if you like butter or not.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He loves chocolate! But Wulf actually likes jawbreakers since they're something he can roll about in his mouth while doing stuff and just,,,go into that daze you get sometimes? Dissociate? Idk but he likes them and Wulf swears hands down that he will break a jaw breaker because he has the superior jaw Rhys! You can't stop him little love!

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Wulf likes picnics and being able to hike and travel about in big wild areas. He wants to be somewhere with Rhys where they can enjoy being somewhere private and around nature and since Rhys's is blind then Wulf often takes them to fields so that it's easier for him to manoeuvre about. He wantd Rhys to feel the sun on his skin as Wulf makes nice breezes to keep him cool as well.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Thai golden retriever man? Loves hugs. Trembles a little the first time he actually hugs Rhys because this is a sign that he, a big scary man, is being trusted to hold this much smaller and delicate looking man! Wulf is always gentle and slowly squeezes as the hug goes on and he secretly uses it as a way to check if Rhys is gaining any weight or if he's still too skinny.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Not very good when he tries since Wulf is clumsy and effort just....doesn't make him look good at all. Wulf is much better when he's being earnest in his affections or when he isn't aware of the fact that he's being a beefcake.

Wulf's flirting is very brutally honest words that sound like laced up poetry. He speaks about features he loves from Rhys in excessive details while adding a fair bit of physical touch such as brushing some hair away behind Rhys's ear while waxing poetry about how beautiful he looks as the sunset cradles his features.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

No, Wulf knows that Rhys is very dedicated to him and he feels no need to ever worry about Rhys cheating on him.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

He is! Wulf often pays attention to what his partner likes in a kiss and he often gives a very gentle kiss no matter what. He thinks it's a very sweet gesture and often it makes certain situations like sex even better when he gives such an innocent gesture in a filthy moment.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Wulf is very attentive to his partner and is pretty much a service top in the way that he likes to take care of who he has sex with. This grows more when he's with Rhys since he feels such an urge to take care of him and to worship his sweet lover. He's sweet and often can switch between playful and intense depending on the mood. He can be mean if Rhys wants it though but Rhys must be specific about certain wants and needs.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Yes! Wulf is an absolute poet and he may or may not actually spend time studying poetry just to make sure that he can keep sputtering out romance to Rhys lovingly.

The way Wulf speaks has always caught a few eyes, from negative to positive, but he's happy to be that odd man and he isn't going to change the way he speaks.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He doesn't really care about looks but Wulf does tend to notice people who take care of their hair or have pretty hair more. Mostly because a part of him often thinks "they'll get it when I take a longer time sorting out or cleaning my hair".

He looks for someone who tends to be honest and blunt with their opinions and someone who can also respect others opinions, albeit so long as they're not unreasonable. Conversation is very important and he likes to talk about something new everyday!

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

No, he wasn't all that focused on having a sweetheart as a kid unless you count his boyfriend from his teenage to his young adult years. But other than that? Wulf was just really focused on fish in his younger years.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Wulf found out that his boyfriend had been cheating on him for a few months after dating for about two years so he was pretty broken hearted. Edith shattered the boyfriend's collarbone for hurting her little brother and Wulf eventually recovered welp enough. Though I've mentioned that he still avoids the shop of the person his bf cheated on him with.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Yup! It always makes him blush a bit and Wulf feels special to be called a name that no one else gets called by a person who would usually never call anyone else by that name. Wulf of course uses names for his beloved and Rhys always gets a very generous "darling" or "precious one" when being smooched!

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Wulf never used to, but since dating Rhys? Definitely so. Rhys is....tiny and weak and yes, he is strong spirited and is very talented with his shadows - Wulf admires and loves that - but he is still frail and never seems to know which fights are worth fighting and instead seems to think that all fights must be worth his time!

He worries greatly about Rhys and Wulf will often finds himself keeping an eye out just in case he needs to intervene in a fight to keep his beloved safe.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

50-60, which isn't many considering that Wulf is in his twenties and I imagine that Asgardians aren't considered proper adults until they're in their near 80s. He's definitely more sentimental and a lot of people he's slept with have been those who Wulf has a bond with and a handful of Midgardians he got excited about he's hoping Rhys will be his last.

#ask #blind-mutant #riding the wild winds (wulf)#headcanon

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cancerousjojian · 6 years ago

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joe mazzello fluff alphabet!

a/n: okay so no one requested this but there is a serious lack of joe mazzello fics in the world and i have been in love with this man since the social network so i wanted to contribute. lol enjoy!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Joe loves your humor and wit. He thinks you’re so funny. It’s actually how he fell in love with you. You think his drive and ambition in his career is really attractive as well.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Absolutely! Joe loves kids and he would want nothing more than to start a family with you. He’s ready when you are.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

So lazily and intimately. Often when you’re cuddling, he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you closer into him, nearly smothering you. He even does it instinctively in his sleep.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Joe tries his best to plan the best dates. You guys would go to secluded little diners in small cities when you’re traveling. The overall vibe of date night is really chill and romantic. Somehow, he always succeeds at making you feel all warm and cozy inside.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my favorite person.” It’s really cute. Joe loves to call you his favorite person, or sometimes he shortens it to just “You’re my favorite.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Nearly right away. About six months into your relationship, he had to go away to do a press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody. He found himself missing you every night, calling your phone when he knows you’re asleep just to hear your voice in your voicemail message. He knew he was in love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Honestly, yeah. Joe would just never want to hurt you in any way so he’s constantly gentle with you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Joe holds your hand whenever he gets the chance. He often comments about how cold your hands are, and rubs them to warm them up. You find that he often holds both of your hands in his if he can.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was overwhelmed by how funny and confident you seemed. He found himself developing feelings for you as soon as he met you, but was convinced you were way out of his league.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

No, not really. You both are really comfortable in your relationship, there’s no room for jealousy.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Joe’s kisses are always really warm, and somehow always intense and passionate. Even when you’re lazily kissing in bed on a Sunday morning he finds a way to make it feel like your first kiss. Speaking of which, your first kiss was actually really sweet. It was your second date, and he dropping you off at your apartment. You guys sat in his car for about twenty minutes, being too engaged in your conversation you didn’t want to leave. He kissed you, sending the butterflies in your stomach in a craze.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do, actually. You were talking to him about something really random and it nonchalantly slipped out. “You love me?” Joe said. You didn’t even realize you said it until he asked. You were stuttering over your words when you came to the realization. He found it adorable.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

You and Joe went to Disney World one year for your anniversary. You both had a lot of fun and took an uncountable amount of selfies with all the characters walking around the park. He loved how happy you were the entire day, and it’s still his favorite memory you two share.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Joe spoils you for sure. He’s constantly thinking of you wherever he goes, so if he finds something he thinks you would like, he buys it without hesitating. Often when he’s away in other countries, he’ll send you care packages chock full of little items from wherever he’s at accompanied by a cute, handwritten letter.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink reminds him of you, because it’s delicate and pretty. He reminds you of yellow, because it’s bright and happy.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you babe, baby, the usuals. However, he loves calling you things like sweetie and honey but would not be caught dead calling you those in public.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Vinyl records. It’s very cliche, but he loves putting them on and dancing around like an idiot in his own home with you. It’s very sweet, and you find it adorable to no end.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to stay in and read, watch films, write, or simply just chat with you. You like to do hands-on, sort of crafty things when you’re bored on a rainy day, and he likes to watch you do those and even tries to help you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When Joe is sad, he needs time to be by himself, and you understand that. You know that he will come find you and open up when he’s ready to talk. Talking to you always cheers him up though.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Joe would literally feel so privileged to hear you talk about even the most boring things. He just adores talking to you and listening to you. Your conversations are always meaningful and riveting as well.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A nice, hot cup of tea and an indie film never fails to instantly relax him. You can always tell when Joe is stressed and you know the perfect ways to relax him. It works every time.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You’re incredibly proud of Joe and his career! You love flaunting the fact that your boyfriend is a famous actor, writer, director. You’re just so proud of him it’s hard not to.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Joe talks to your closest friends for months about how to propose, when, where, etc. He’s so nervous but he goes ring shopping and keeps the ring in his pocket nearly constantly, waiting for the perfect moment.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Ivan - Von Sell. It’s a really pretty song you both are fond of.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, definitely. Joe can’t wait to be married to you and be able to call you his wife. He probably would call you his wife before you’re even married.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

One day, Joe would come home with a little golden retriever puppy without even telling you beforehand. You’re a little shocked when he walks through the door with the little guy, but of course you’re not mad. You name him Banjo.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody cast #john deacon #brian may #roger taylor #freddie mercury

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fix-it-feesh · 6 years ago

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Even though I already knew that we wouldn’t be seeing too much of them in the sequel, I was still a little sad that Felix and Tamora were sort of pushed to the side. ;__; The concept of them being parents is just TOO GOOD to pass up?? Soooo I’ll be posting a few ficlets here and there focusing on their time with their crazy adorable children~

Here we have the first in the small series:

“Why don’t we sit on down in a circle and have ourselves a nice talk? Since ya’ll will be staying with us for a little while it’ll be good to learn a few things about who you are.”

“Felix is right,” Tamora agrees, folding her arms across her armored chest. “The more we know about you kiddos, the smoother this whole ‘parenting’ arrangement will work.”

- - -

It isn’t long after he and Tamora are left with a room full of colorful children that Felix claps his gloved hands together in an attempt to get their attention.

“Okiedokie!” he begins, trying to speak louder than the kids are currently being. Laughter and conversation drown his voice out, so he tries again, and again, and—

A shrill whistle pierces through the apartment, effectively silencing everyone and turning all eyes to the whistler in question. Tamora lowers her fingers from her mouth and nods down at Felix, so that her husband can continue speaking without being interrupted this time.

“Why thank you, sweet pea,” Felix says, batting his eyelashes at his lady-love before turning back to their small audience. “Why don’t we sit on down in a circle and have ourselves a nice talk? Since ya’ll will be staying with us for a little while it’ll be good to learn a few things about who you are.”

“Felix is right,” Tamora agrees, folding her arms across her armored chest. “The more we know about you kiddos, the smoother this whole ‘parenting’ arrangement will work.”

The racers exchange conflicted glances, as if debating whether or not they actually want to sit still long enough to talk about themselves, and it isn’t until Taffyta hops down from the armchair and steps forward with a bored sounding sigh that their decision is made.

“Fine,” she concedes, glancing at her lollipop in disinterest. “But I’m just gonna talk about how I’m basically the best and most popular racer.”

Felix watches, and quite proudly at that, as the children start to form the circle he asked for on the carpet. It’s not the most organized affair, he notes, seeing as some of the youngsters start goofing off already, but that’s to be expected with such an energetic group.

He and Tamora complete the ring—Felix sitting crisscross applesauce, Tamora with her long legs stretched out—and when everyone is officially settled Felix addresses their guests again.

“I’ll go ahead and start us off,” he offers, smiling brightly. “I’m Fix-It Felix Jr., and my job around here is to fix things with my special hammer.” He retrieves his trademark golden tool and holds it up in demonstration.

The red racer, who Felix remembers is named Jubileena, asks: “What happens if your hammer breaks?”

“Yeah,” the orange boy named Gloyd cuts in, eyeing the hammer like he maybe wants to test the theory. “You can’t exactly fix your hammer with your hammer if it’s broken.”

Felix blinks at the sudden influx of mischievous smirks and slowly slides his hammer back into his belt. “Weeeell, I don’t think we oughta worry about that right now,” he says, and then picks up where he left off. “My favorite food is pie, and outside of my job the thing I love doing most is spendin’ time with my hunnybunny.”

He stops to look up at Tamora, who is already leaning down to rub their noses together.

A chorus of “ew!”s and “gross!” rises around them in response to their PDA, though it does little to discourage the happy couple from being openly affectionate with each other. In fact, when Felix and Tammy pull away a few seconds later they keep one of their hands clasped together.

“I’ll go next,” Tamora states, looking at the racers while putting on her best ‘no nonsense’ tone. “I��m Sergeant Tamora J. Calhoun, and not only do I tell people what to do for a living, but I also annihilate Cybugs and make them regret their very existence. Enough said.”

The kids gawk at Tamora in what looks like a combination of fear and admiration, while Felix just sighs like a lovesick puppy; his sugar plum is even more amazing when she talks about her passions. Nonetheless, they still have a lot of racers to get to so it’s probably best that he saves his googoo eyes for later.

“Alrighty, who’d like to go next?” Felix asks, and then jerks back in surprise when each one of the kids loudly exclaim that they want a turn. Maaaaybe that wasn’t the best way to go about things. After Tamora whistles again to quiet things down, Felix reaches up and removes his hat.

“Let’s try something else,” he suggests “Whoever has my cap gets to talk. Does that sound fair?”

Granted, that only earns Felix a bunch of tiny hands making grabby motions at him. Being a dad sure is hard work. Rather than let the kids fight over the hat, he simply hands it off to the racer on his left, who’s dressed in different shades of brown and wears a hat of her own. She decides to swap out her hat, however, and adorn Felix’s cap for the time being; it’s a tad too big for her, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Felix encourages, eager to hear more about his new family.

“I’m Crumbelina DiCarmello,” the racer starts, brimming with confidence. “I’m fast, awesome, and I never come in last.”

“Pffft, yeah. Unless you’re eating my dust,” a boy in blue boasts, earning some laughter from the other racers.

“You wish, Swizzle,” Crumbelina retorts, not at all discouraged or defeated by her friend’s smugness. “Besides, weren’t YOU the one eating MY dust in our last roster race?”

“Buuuurn,” a wintery-looking racer, Adorabeezle, laughs.

Before things can escalate too quickly, Felix decides to politely interject. “It’s nice to have you, Crumbelina! Thanks for sharin’. Go ahead and give my cap to someone else now so they can have a turn.”

Like before the racers all reach out their hands, some saying “me next!” or “pick me!”. Crumbelina ultimately hands off Felix’s cap to a racer who has the most colorful hair of the bunch.

Without being prompted, she goes right into introducing herself. “I’m Snowanna Rainbeau, and let’s be honest. Everyone wishes they could be on my level.”

This, of course, encourages some strong rebuttal from her peers, but Felix isn’t too surprised. Racing game characters always tend to come with huge egos. It’s just part of the package, he guesses.

When Snowanna continues and eventually passes the cap to someone else, Felix turns his head and looks at Tamora. She mimics his gesture, and together they share a warm smile. Taking the racers in wasn’t something they had ever planned on doing, but they can both agree that it was a great decision on their part.

“Hey, she gave ME the hat!”

“Yeah, but you dropped it and I picked it up, so now it’s my turn.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“It is now!”

The peaceful circle very quickly becomes a jumbled mess as the racers all surge forward to try and steal Felix’s cap for themselves. While Tamora zips into action, scooping two, three, four of the squabbling racers into her arms, Felix also jumps in and holds out his hands passively.

“Now, now…”

Parenting won’t be easy, but it’ll sure be an adventure for the two of them. There’s no doubting that.

#wreck it ralph #ralph breaks the internet #hero's cuties #feesh fics #canon-verse #arcade universe #hero's family

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spinosaurusdex · 7 years ago

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Willow and Grackle IV

Part 3

Willow gets the lecture of a lifetime for using the dorm’s medical supplies, but the dorm manager at least buys his story about hearing a dogfight outside his window and feeling compelled to tend to the loser’s injuries. After the “raccoon,” his fellow physicians are inclined to believe that he’s willing to treat animals just as he does people. He’s still made to pay for what he used out of pocket though.

“You sure you don’t want to be an animal medic?” Sage asks over breakfast. “You sure have the temperament for it, I guess.”

Willow doesn’t try to correct her, lest he expose Grackle, but it gets him thinking it might be worth it to learn some actual techniques for healing animals.

The heatwave finally breaks a few days after Grackle and Jackdaw’s nighttime visit, but Willow and the other trainees don’t get a respite out of it. Summer in this part of the country is sweltering even without excessive heat, so they spend plenty of time treating sunstroke and heat exhaustion. The work doesn’t keep him from thinking about Grackle; he still hopes the assassin is staying cool with his layers of leather.

He finds gifts on his windowsill, left overnight by someone quiet enough not to wake him. A sweet-smelling willow-branch wreath charms him immensely, and he hangs it on his closet handle. The small piece of parchment bearing the letter “G” is quietly stashed in his desk drawer. A small woodcarving of a bird, accompanied by a parchment reading only “J,” is put on a display shelf with other knickknacks he’s collected since his training began.

He has Sage and Poppy over for a study session one night, and it’s Poppy who notices the wreath. “Where’d that come from?” they ask, pointing at it with their quill. “I don’t think willows actually grow around here.”

Willow flushes when he sees where Poppy’s pointing. “Oh, that was a gift,” he says. “They must have imported it from somewhere.”

Sage leans in, eyes alight at the promise of gossip. “Oh? Someone likes you so much they imported a gift for you?” she asks, teasingly. “Who is it?”

“They’re just a friend!” Willow says, taken aback. “They must’ve just thought it was nice and picked it out special.” Sage looks unconvinced, and her grin only widens. “Do you want me to help you memorize the hand bones or not?”

“Oh stars, fine,” Sage sighs, turning back to her books. “I’ll get it out of you at some point, though.”

Poppy laughs. “I’ll try to help her forget,” they say to Willow. “Can you help me with the hand bones too?”

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Willow has trouble sleeping that night. It’s not entirely unusual for him, but his thoughts are busy from the study session and Sage teasing him about his gift. Grackle was just a friend, after all. Hardly even that. They’d met three times and all three meetings had been as doctor and patient. Acquaintances, really.

He’s staring up at the ceiling when something falls down onto his floor. Another gift? It had to be pretty big this time to make that sort of a noise. He sits up in bed, turning to the window to see Grackle kneeling there, golden eyes piercing through the darkness.

Willow hops out of bed and pads over to him, crouching by his side. He can’t smell any blood--and it actually looks like he’s wearing a plain cloth tunic and leggings instead of his leathers for once. “Grackle?” he whispers. “What’s wrong?”

Grackle takes in a ragged breath, reaching out a hand to steady himself on Willow’s shoulder. “Hurts,” he rasps.

“What hurts?” Willow asks. “What can I do?” Grackle takes hold of his wrist with his other hand, guiding it to his chest and placing it against his left breast. Even through the tunic, Willow feels a burning heat and an irregular throbbing. “Is it your heart?” he asks, eyes widening in panic. “I-I don’t think I can--”

Grackle shakes his head, pressing Willow’s hand down closer. Willow focuses--he can feel Grackle’s heartbeat beneath the throbbing. So it was something else. “Are you sick?” He shakes his head again. “Do you want some pain salve?” He nods.

Willow stands, and Grackle comes with, practically clinging to his shoulder and hand for support. He leads the assassin over to his bed and sits him down. Willow had taken to storing a small selection of medical supplies in his drawers, things that he had the foresight to pay for rather than sneak out of the clinic’s supplies. He retrieves a vial of pain salve and sits down next to Grackle.

“Can you take off your tunic?” Willow asks. Grackle does so without hesitation. There on his left breast, right where Willow had seen the cross-shaped scar on their first meeting, is an ugly purple glow that pulses seemingly at random. “Stars above,” he whispers, touching the spot gently. He can feel that Grackle’s covered in sweat, from the pain or the heat or both. Now he wasn’t so sure that the pain salve would help--he’s never seen anything like this. But he knows he has to try. He uncorks the vial and dabs some of the salve onto his fingertips, then starts massaging it into the pulsating scar. Grackle hisses a breath and leans forward, resting his forehead on the crook of Willow’s neck while the physician works.

Willow wipes his hand on the hem of his nightgown and replaces the cork when he’s done. “I hope this helps,” he says, reaching a hand out to rub Grackle’s back in an attempt to reassure him. “Do you need to be somewhere tonight? It might be best to wait and see if it works.”

Grackle shakes his head, but doesn’t lift it from Willow’s shoulder. His breathing is starting to even out, though it still comes in gasps and he shudders whenever the light pulses especially bright. The two of them wait in the quiet darkness for several minutes, Grackle unmoving, Willow continuing to rub his back.

The throbbing and pulsing of Grackle’s chest doesn’t lessen, but Willow does feel him relax slightly under his touch. “Is it better?” he asks. Grackle makes a quiet grunt, and Willow takes that as an affirmative. He sighs, relieved. “I’m so glad. I don’t like seeing--seeing people in pain.” He’d almost said “seeing you in pain,” and didn’t that fuel the fire that Sage’s words had incited.

Though he seems calmer, Grackle doesn’t move from his spot. Willow hesitantly moves his hand over to stroke his hair lightly; it’s damp with sweat, like the rest of him. “Should you be going?” he asks. “I need to try and sleep too…”

There’s a moment of silence, then Grackle mutters, “Stay?”

Willow certainly didn’t expect that. “I suppose you can… I don’t have any spare pillows, though,” he says. “And the floor’s probably not comfortable.”

Grackle grunts and shakes his head, moving his hand to grasp Willow’s. “Here.”

“Oh.” Willow feels heat creeping up into his cheeks. Oh, indeed. Maybe this was just a Blackbird thing.

“Alright, then,” he says, giving Grackle’s hand a squeeze. “Come on.” Grackle lifts his head then, and in the gloom Willow can see disbelief. “Well, why’d you ask if you thought I’d say no?” He smiles. “I don’t mind it.”

Willow lowers himself onto the bed, rearranging himself so Grackle has more room, and Grackle presses himself against the wall to try not to crowd Willow. It takes a bit of rearranging, but they eventually settle on Grackle resting his head on Willow’s shoulder, face half-buried into his chest.

“Goodnight,” he hears Grackle mumble.

“Goodnight, Grackle,” Willow says, closing his eyes. Somehow he feels like he’ll have no trouble sleeping now.

#willow and grackle #whump #hurt/comfort #long post

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luminousfae-blog · 6 years ago

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Dating in general is in itself so many things-- awkward, fun, nerve wracking, joyful, etc etc of all the feelings.

I've met several prior to J. But I'm going to start with her since that's pretty much the first of the several I can remember once I made a decision of making room for people.

I'll start by identifying myself as pansexual. For those of you uninformed out there in simplest terms I do not look at gender, but the person. How someone chooses to identify themselves is their business. I'm attracted to the person, not gender.

Love is love. But this isn't about that. This is about dating.

Back to J.

J is a 41 year old woman living rather close to me in the city. We both were excited living fairly close and having good conversations. Prior to meeting anyone I do a one on one phone call to see what the person sounds like and to see how our chemistry flows.

I was soaking my legs one evening (I'm an endurance athlete in race training pretty much always) and she said she was available. Well it went well. She seemed a little hyper, but nothing too alarming. Two days later we were meeting for coffee.

Day of date.

J said she was running a little late because she got off the train and walked the wrong way. No biggie. I do that more times than I'd like to admit.

I order coffee.

J arrives. Super cute and bubbly lady.

She's a bit shorter than me, long blonde hair, dressed cute in a black sundress. She proceeds to go into full detail about why she was late. This, ladies and gentlemen, is where I notice a little crazy, but not enough to run.

J states as she was getting off the train she saw a ladybug. She wanted to save him, so picked him up and was going to bring him to me because apparently it's a good sign of love, but then she thought maybe she'd get me cookies, or flowers, but all she had was the ladybug, and wanted to set him free, so she did at a nearby park. Still wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do or not, even though she believes it was.

I mean after all, it is a ladybug.

I thought it was all very sweet. She just had the energy and attention span of a golden retriever. Super cute and had a lot going for her, but branched off so much.....so much more than I tend to, that it was making me confused.

I thought maybe it was pre date jitters. I sweat and stutter; I even have an awkward dance that I do many times because I feel awkward and weird. So I get all of it. The issue I had was her lack of communication outside. She sometimes took days to respond, would ask when I was available, and when I'd give days and times, never responded until it was too late. It became a one sided thing. I tried. I always do. Just to see if there maybe is potential. I can only give so much until I cut out and say best of luck or say nothing and keep moving forward. I get the crazy time or lack of time because I work in a demanding field that requires me to be pretty much present all the time. Unless I have down time.

So that was that with J. On to the next.

I'll leave this one with this-- I learn something new about myself and others after every new person I meet that could potentially be a partner-- don't take things personally, have zero expectations, be true to self, don't let a bad date or dates create hardness inside, and keep it simple easy breezy glittery fabulousness.

Until next one titled J #2, stay golden dearies.

#dating #singlelife #panseuxal #love #laugh #laughter #sarcasm #truth tho

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Chapter 3:

The Incredible Nightlife of Archie Eligo

. Marina Pinebill’s pride was shattered after the skillfully executed robbery of her manor by what she believed to be the ghost of her late husband and his team of extraterrestrials. Her prized possession, the massive multicolored portrait of her face, had been stolen along with many other valuables. In addition, there would be a puddle of lake water on one of her favorite rugs every morning when she woke up, which she believed was being done by the aliens to confuse her.

. Lady Pinebill’s superstitious nature was not unfounded by any means. When she had married into the Pinebill family, she had been told of an ancient secret: that the family had a history of witchcraft and had used it to help procure its massive fortune. The remnants of this magic had been lost except for the maid who lived in the carriage house. Her name was Archie Eligo and she was a long time family servant as well as a vampire.

. Archie’s appearance was that of a young woman with long legs and piercing red eyes. She was very fashionable and had recently dyed her hair pink. Today, she was wearing black leather pants with gold heels and a sky blue bomber jacket with racing stripes on the sleeves over a cheetah print tank top. To shield the rest of her body from the sun, she wore red leather gloves, round aviator sunglasses, and a navy blue wide rimmed hat. The dark red lipstick she wore made her fanged teeth look whiter than snow. Walking by her side was her cream colored cat which she had affectionately named Dr. Scratch ‘N Sniff. The reason Archie had made the treacherous venture into the sunlight was that she had been called into the manor by Lady Pinebill herself to discuss a matter of great importance.

. Once inside the brightly lit mansion, Archie walked into Lady Pinebill's study. Marina Pinebill was sitting behind an expensive oak desk and facing away from the door in a large swivel chair so that she could turn around dramatically to begin the meeting. Archie Eligo was an intimidating young vampire so the theatrics were necessary to maintain an air of power.

. “Please, Archie, have a seat,” instructed the old woman while gesturing to the sturdy green leather office chair on the opposite side of the desk.

. “Thank you, Marina, but I would prefer to stand,” Archie said.

. Lady Pinebill smiled politely as she seethed on the inside. Working with self righteous vampires was always such a drag. Archie was disrespectful and insensitive. Marina would have fired her already if she wasn't so efficient. Or so terrifying.

. “Archie, I want you to listen to me carefully. Those two men covered in dirt who just left were the Men in Black. I've heard of this phenomenon before. Two strange men in black suits visIt people who have encountered extraterrestrials. They came around asking about the robbery. This must be an urgent matter. I need it cleared up so that those men don't come back and erase my memory. I want my things returned to me and the perpetrators of this crime brought to justice. Do you understand?” Lady Pinebill murmured intensely.

. “Yes ma'am. I understand,” Archie replied.

. Archie left Marina’s study and laughed to herself. Archie didn't believe in aliens but she did believe in having fun away from the estate and keeping a certain percentage of whatever she recovered. Archie waited until it was dark outside to leave the mansion because she had not visited the manor in so long that she happy to lay down on one of the many lavish velvet sofas with her cat and relish in the luxury that was found only in small quantities in her carriage house. Archie was used to waiting. She had been alive for so many years that the time she spent doing nothing was simply routine.

. The invention of the smartphone was a genius development in recent years. Now, she could do nothing by doing something. Archie spent the seven remaining hours of daylight with her earbuds plugged into her rose gold iPhone and listening to her favorite playlists on Spotify, especially her favorite song, Lipgloss by Lil’ Mama, and shopping for clothes online using Marina’s credit card. Archie dropped a four hundred dollar pair of shoes into her online shopping cart and felt no remorse whatsoever. Before long, day turned to dusk and Archie stood up to leave.

. On her way out of the mansion, she stopped by the kitchen to pick up a blue Nalgene water bottle from the refrigerator. It was full of blood and had a cute little straw at the top for her convenience. Her next stop was to the garage. A stylish lady like herself required an equally stylish car. The garage was attached to the back of the manor and was filled with the family’s most prized vehicles. The sleek purple sports car that had once belonged to Bill Pinebill VI before his untimely death was her favorite because its doors opened upwards instead of out. Marina would be angry but Archie knew the old woman was too much of a wuss to actually do anything. With the exception of her well executed mariticide, Marina had always been more talk than action. Archie felt like royalty when she opened the front gate with a remote and drove through it into the real world with Dr. Scratch ‘N Sniff riding shotgun.

. Archie’s music blasted over the stereo system playing Bad Girl's by M.I.A.. The beautiful vampire took off her hat and placed it in her lap. Then, she rolled down the window and let the wind rush through her hair as she drove entirely too fast into town. Archie was not typically allowed to leave the estate and her life debt to the Pinebill lineage compelled her to follow their rules within the realm of possibility. Marina had not been born a Pinebill but her marriage qualified her as the vampire’s instructor. Archie was cosmically compelled to do as the woman instructed but could resist any order she saw fit. As the last of the the Pinebills, Marina exercised this power to its fullest capacity. The only unbreakable part of their contract was this: that under no circumstances was Archie allowed or able to harm or kill Marina. Archie detested her.

. The girl took a turn down Neon Street. The street was really called Freeman Lane but everyone called it Neon Street because all of the storefronts displayed enough neon signs in their windows at night to light up the entire street like daylight made of colors. The tradition had started twenty-eight years ago when the Scaly Pale, a restaurant that only served exotic seafood, placed an insurmountably large neon sign in the shape of a mermaid. From then on, the businesses on Freeman Lane competed with one another using the bright neon lights, always trying to outdo each other. The result was Neon Street. And it was beautiful.

. Thursday nights only brought rough customers to Neon Street bars. Archie loved that. She knew could not die so she loved to look for trouble. She parked her car at a meter and payed entirely in pennies which she kept in her glove compartment solely for the purposes of being petty in times like these. It was tedious, sure, but she enjoyed the obscure sense of power it made her feel. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she walked to her destination. The Red Ivy bar had three colorful neon signs in the window. One that depicted a purple scull, one of a reds vine, and a green one that said “Free Wifi”. Archie took a sip from her blood bottle and walked inside.

. The bar was dimly lit and the air smelled like cigarettes. Archie took a deep breath. She loved the scent. It was still fairly early in the evening so the girl had time for a few drinks before she began her search for Marina’s stolen treasures. Archie sat on a bar stool and ordered a piña colada, making sure to specify to the bartender that if the tiny umbrella were to be forgotten, it would be his funeral. A man in a navy suit sat down next to Archie. He was the kind of man, Archie thought, who had an important job and a picket fence kind of life. She was right, of course. The man had three kids whose names all started with the letter J and a golden retriever.

. “You're not the usual crowd,” the man said slyly.

. Archie glared at him. The bartender brought out her drink complete with three tiny umbrellas. Archie thanked the bartender and took a sip. The man sitting next to her laughed at her choice of drink. “You know, most people who come in here at nine o'clock on a Thursday don't order piña coladas.”

. Archie took another sip of her drink and said, “Well, I'm not most people.”

. The man in the suit thought of saying something like “I can see that”, and under normal circumstances he would have. But there was something about this woman that let him know that she wasn't just calling herself different to be charming. She really was different. She glared at him again, this time, staring him right in the eyes, and he was shocked to see that her eyes were red. The man decided to leave the girl alone to drink her piña colada.

. There were other men in The Red Ivy who were not quite as smart as the first. One of these not so smart men was intrigued by the beautiful young woman with pink hair sitting at the bar and bumbled over to sit next to her like a flying craving the sweet nectar of a Venus fly trap. Oblivious to the approaching incident, Archie took her phone out of her jacket pocket and Googled ‘UFO Sightings: OREGON’. The truth was, even though Archie did not believe that life on other planets would ever have any interest in visiting Earth, she had no leads and nowhere to start her search for the enigmatic burglars. She was startled when the aforementioned man sat down next to her.

. “What's a pretty lady like yourself doing in a place like this?” he babbled.

. “Whatever I want.” Archie rolled her eyes and continued scrolling through her search results. But the man was relentless.

. “What's so interesting on that phone that you can't talk to me?”

. “I could type literally anything into this search bar and whatever came up would be more interesting than hearing you talk. Leave me alone,” Archie grumbled.

. The man should have walked away then. Instead, he reached over and tried to put his arm around the girl. Archie caught his wrist in her hand. The Venus fly trap had snapped shut. The man’s mistake was irreversible from the beginning. The vampire had left her gloves in the car and her sharp fingernails, painted red, of course, sank into the man’s skin. With out breaking eye contact, Archie used her free hand to take a wad of cash out of her pocket and left it on the bar to pay for her drink. Then, she narrowed her eyes and said: “Let’s finish this outside.”

. The man was startled and tried in vain to shake his arm free of Archie’s grip. She frowned and let go.

. “You're no fun,” she said.

. Archie strutted out of The Red Ivy feeling somewhat defeated in her failed attempt to stir up trouble. As she stood on the sidewalk, however, it became apparent that she had not been defeated after all. A larger shadow eclipsed her own. It was the first man from the bar. The man in the business suit who had criticized her choice of beverage. Archie turned and met his gaze.

. “Who are you?” asked the man.

. This question had been nagging at his mind since their encounter. There was some strange power to the young woman that was unlike anything he could recall or recognize. Archie grinned wider than should have been humanly possible and revealed a row of pointed teeth, not unlike a shark’s, which were immaculately white due to the vampire’s incessant use of Crest 3D White Strips ever since three years prior when she had entered a sweepstakes and won a lifetime supply. Archie turned her head to see the businessman and he took a step backwards in terror but did not run away. His curiosity outweighed his fear and that was his first mistake. The vampire laughed and answered his question with another question.

. “Why don't you come over here and find out?”

. She placed her blood bottle on the ground slowly. The harsh colors of the neon lights cast a soft glow of green and blue on the side of Archie’s face. The man could see her shark-like mouth and glowing red eyes. Most horrifying, however, was the way the woman’s face was beginning to pulse and twist into a new shape. The way her skin rippled made it look like it was made of pale beetles. The man’s stomach lurched. He froze.

. “No?” said the vampire, “I'll just have to go to you, then.”

. Every part of the businessman’s brain was telling him to turn tail and run but his muscles were paralyzed by fear and a bit of intrigue. The man swallowed nervously and began to wish he wasn't so naturally curious. Archie shrugged her off her jacket and it fell to the ground behind her. No use in ruining a perfectly cute bomber jacket. Once her arms were free, Archie’s hands stretched and morphed into a set of horrifying claws. She would need to get a new manicure. Archie walked slowly and stylishly to the petrified man.

. A scream that began in the man’s fearful gut travelled upwards to his mouth, losing confidence along the way so that the only sounds that came out when he opened his mouth was a whimper. His fight or flight response had kicked in and, since his legs would not allow home to run, he would have to fight. The business man suddenly remembered that he was not entirely helpless. He reached a shaking hand into his pocket and dug out a knife, one that was significantly smaller than he had recalled it being, and held it like someone who knew how to use it. And he did. The man had been a marine for a short time. Archie stopped walking to see what the man would do. She was here for a fight, after all, and killing a man on the sidewalk while he quivered in fear wouldn't be much of a fight.

. Archie took another step forward. The man panicked and stabbed the knife blindly into the vampire’s stomach. Blood spilled over the handle of the knife and onto the man's hand, but still, Archie did not react to the pain. Instead, the woman laughed as the blood she had shed flowed in reverse and back into her body. The man's paralysis was cured instantly and he let go of the knife and tried to run in the opposite direction. He didn’t make it very far before Archie’s claw caught him by the collar. The moment the vampire's talons touched the skin on the back of his neck was the most scared the businessman had ever been. He screamed louder and in a higher pitch than he ever had before.

. Just as Archie was about to tear the man apart, the bartender from The Red Ivey came outside to investigate the commotion. Nobody could see the full fight from inside the bar for the same reason vampires did not appear in mirrors. Glass did not work for them in the sense that, not only did they have no reflection in it, but they also could not be seen through windows. It was for this reason that Archie always drove with the windows down. She had heard rumors in the past about vampires who had inadvertently started legends of ghost cars in their respective towns. The bartender expected to find a very drunk man fighting himself on the sidewalk. What he found was much worse.

. Archie let go of the man in the suit and picked up her jacket and bottle. The fight, she decided, was over. She had already effectively terrified two people. The girl’s skin and smile returned to normal and her class's turned back into hands. The bartender and the businessman watched in awe as the woman opened the winged doors of her purple sports car and drove away.

. Dr. Scratch N’ Sniff had been waiting patiently in the passenger seat. He mewed softly. Archie kept driving until she was away from Neon Street altogether. The street three blocks over had a cemetery at the end of it. Nobody would see her there. She stopped her car in front of the graveyard and finally plucked the knife out of her stomach. The stab wound closed on its own immediately but the vampire was still disappointed by the hole in her shirt.

. The moonlight glinted off some shining object on the ground at the gate of the graveyard. It caught Archie's attention. She turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. Upon further inspection, she found the object to be a diamond necklace. One which she recognized. It was among the stolen property from the break in at the manor. Archie picked up the necklace and put it in her pocket. As she was about to turn away, another glittering object, this time, beyond the gate, grabbed her attention. It was a gigantic, gleaming emerald, also stolen from Pinebill Manor. Archie opened the gate and picked up the emerald. She tried her best not to be a cliche of herself. There was just something so typical about being a vampire in a graveyard. It was as if Buffy the Vampire Slayer could appear behind her at any moment.

. “Freeze!”

. Archie turned around and put her hands in the air. It wasn't Buffy. It was a police officer. And he was pointing a gun in her direction. A bullet couldn't kill Archie but it would still hurt terribly and Archie did not feel the need to be both stabbed and shot in the same day. The officer, who had been investigating reports of a trespasser in the cemetery for the second time that month, recognized her from a description given of an assailant in a recently placed 911 call. He arrested Archie. Or, rather, Archie allowed herself to be arrested. She figured it would be more exciting than rooting around the cemetery for Marina’s jewelry.

. Much to the vampire’s malcontent, jail was quite boring and calling Marina to bail her out was humiliating. Marina was not happy with Archie’s carelessness and so took her sweet time in placing the call to the police department. Police Chief Samuel Dominick wanted little more than to interrogate the strange woman with red eyes and pink hair who had been brought in for assault with precious jewels in her pockets. But he knew that Marina Pinebill was not a giant one could take down by force and, in complete honesty, Archie Eligo herself unsettled him.

. When Lady Pinebill finally called, Archie was informed that she was free to leave at her leisure but that her car and all of its contents had been towed to the front gate of the Pinebill Estate. Archie didn't mind walking except that she thought it would be embarrassing to walk home with a hole in her shirt. Her minor concern was placed with a major one as soon as she stepped outside of the precinct into direct sunlight. She cursed Marina under her breath. That prehistoric prune of a woman had waited until daybreak to make her call.

. The burn began as a light simmer, almost like a sunburn, but, as Archie walked, it became increasingly more severe until heat blisters began to form on her skin. The vampire muttered angrily to herself and tried to hold her jacket over her head to block the sun. She wished she had her hat, gloves, and sunglasses. They were much more effective than this. Eventually, the burn from the sun was so damaging that steam began to rise from Archie’s body. An enormous, rainbow colored, yard umbrella shaded the patio furniture of a nearby suburban front yard. So Archie stole it and kept herself in the shade all the way home.

. When she arrived back at the estate, she tossed the umbrella into the bushes and got into her car. Dr. Scratch N’ Sniff was cowered under the passenger seat. Archie opened the door and let him out.

. As soon as Archie walked through the door of her carriage house, her first priority was tending to her injuries. To do this, the vampire filled her bathtub halfway with water and halfway with blood. She added scented lotion for its soothing effects and to make the bath smell good. Archie’s sunburns could be healed only by soaking the damaged area in blood, which she always preferred to water down because she did not like how sticky and thick blood could become after sitting out for a while. She stripped down and slipped into the bath and closed the shower curtain surrounding it. The blood in the bath water soothed and healed her skin in a way that could only be described as cosmically relieving.

. Now, she finally had some time to think. One thing about her investigation nagged her. How and why had Marina’s jewelry ended up in the graveyard? She knew that none of the larger stolen goods could be there because Archie read the obituaries every morning and there had been two deaths since the robbery. Surely someone would have reported a giant, brightly colored portrait of the most feared and despised woman in all of Pinebill, Oregon sitting in the grass at a funeral. She came to the conclusion that the culprit must be the director of the funeral home.

. Archie's keen ears picked up on the sound of careful footsteps. She became entirely still until the intruder was within harms reach. She suddenly pulled back the curtain to reveal Felix Johnson standing in the middle of her bathroom with a crossbow loaded with a wooden stake. Felix screamed a little bit. He had been in the carriage house all night waiting for Archie to come home. After so many years of searching for a hidden lair on the property, he thought he would look in plain sight instead. Archie closed the curtain again.

. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

. “My name is Felix Johnson and I'm a vampire hunter! Come out here and fight me!”

. “Felix, I'm naked. Get lost.”

. “Fine, then I will kill you where you now lay!”

. “That's just bad sportsmanship. Besides, you can't kill me. Every part of me is alive. I'm kinda like The Thing from The Thing.”

. “That's pretty vague.”

. “It's actually very specific.”

. “Are you bathing in blood?”

. “Yeah, its for a sunburn.”

. “Whose is it?”

. “Nobody's…that you know.”

. Felix was swept up by a tidal wave of emotion. First, excitement. After dedicating his life to hunting vampires, he had finally found one. Second, disappointment. Although he was suspicious of the vampire, he knew that she was telling the truth about being entirely unkillable. And lastly, fear. This third emotion was the strongest and Felix realized all at once that he absolutely did not want to be standing where he was. He ran. Much to Archie’s delight.

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Hummingbird mind, I should think. – Ted Nelson • Shortly before she died Janis Joplin gave me the Gibson Hummingbird she recorded “Me and Bobbby McGee” on … Janis was a good guitar player, for her purposes .. she just wanted to play along with her songs, and she had a real pure and nice style for that. – Sam Andrew • Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur. – Mira Bartok • Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings – Ellen Hopkins • The first and most important thing for me is that people feel how beautiful fashion can be and that it is not just a case of well-made and expensive clothes. Fashion is so rich and it is such an amazing occupation because we can draw on so many different sources of inspiration – just as a hummingbird feeds on a multitude of flowers. – Dries van Noten • The retriever took each bit of meat from his master’s hand with a delicacy almost equal to that of a hummingbird sipping sugar water from a garden feeder, and when it was all gone, he gazed up at Dusty with an adoration that could not have been much less than the love with which the angels regard God. – Dean Koontz • There is a difference between our wisdom and nature’s simplicity. That reflects the burden of a complex intelligence. A complex intelligence like ours is impotent compared to the intelligence of a monarch butterfly migrating from Canada to Mexico, or the intelligence of hummingbirds that have co-evolved with the flowers all along their migration route. That seems so simple; it just happens, it just unfolds. – Alison Hawthorne Deming • There’s as much chance of repealing the Eighteenth Amendment as there is for a hummingbird to fly to the planet Mars with the Washington Monument tied to its tail. – Morris Sheppard • They always mean beautiful things like hummingbirds. I always reply by saying that I think of a little child in east Africa with a worm burrowing through his eyeball. The worm cannot live in any other way, except by burrowing through eyeballs. I find that hard to reconcile with the notion of a divine and benevolent creator. – David Attenborough • Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock ‘n’ roll things – country blues. We would hear Slim Harpo or Lightnin’ Slim and gospel groups, the Dixie Hummingbirds, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama. I was so far north, I didn’t even know where Alabama was. – Bob Dylan • We at Google have made tremendous advances in understanding language. Our knowledge graph has been fundamental to that. The new algorithm that we launched today called Hummingbird has been a great leap forward. – Amit Singhal • We spend so much time, these days, on forms of literature that don’t rise to be literature, and I’m speaking about Twitter posts and quick and hot takes on different websites. We sort of zoom from thing to thing like a hummingbird. – Ben H. Winters • We’re constantly being bombarded by problems that we face and sometimes we can get completely overwhelmed. [But] we should always feel like a hummingbird. I may feel insignificant, but I don’t want to be like the other animals watching the planet go down the drain. I’ll be a hummingbird, I’ll do the best I can. – Wangari Maathai • We’ve all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what’s important. Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride. Sometimes I can’t sit still for all the asininities I read. Give me the hummingbird, who has to eat sixty times His own weight a day just to stay alive. Now that’s a life on the edge. – Charles Wright • When I did the Abyssinian mass, I went through the whole history of the church music and the gospel music, even with the Anglo American hymns, the Afro American hymns, the spirituals and how it developed, up to Thomas Dorsey and the Dixie Hummingbirds, going through the history of the music, jazz musicians. – Wynton Marsalis • when you are convinced that all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous. – Henry Miller • You are Life passing through your body, passing through your mind, passing through your soul. Once you find that out, not with logic, not with the intellect, but because you can feel that Life-you find out that you are the force that makes the flowers open and close, that makes the hummingbird fly from flower to flower. You find out that you are in every tree, and you are in every animal, vegetable, and rock. You are that force that moves the wind and breathes through your body. The whole universe is a living being that is moved by that force, and that is what you are. You are Life. – Miguel Angel Ruiz • You are so high in the tree.If you jumpyou will live a full lifewhile falling.You will get marriedto a hummingbirdand raise beautiful part- hummingbirds. You will die of cancerin mid-air. I will not lie. It will be painful. You are a brave little boyor girl. – Zachary Schomburg

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