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bluestsdays · 11 months ago

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once those words leave her lips she can sense just how terribly she’s fucked up. she can see it, written plainly all over his features, in the silence that filters in, settling like an anvil between them. it’s in the regret that lodges in her gut, watching him absorb it all, words she spoke only to make him jealous, yet they somehow break her, too. hurting him wasn’t an enjoyable sight in the slightest, not when she felt his pain as if it were her own— it’s only then that she could see this clearly, that fog of jealousy and bitterness lifted, realizing the err of her ways. she’s nauseous all of a sudden, sick with regret and guilt, turning away from him when she can no longer stand to witness the effects of her callousness. eyes flutter shut, wincing slightly at the hollow sound of his voice, at the questions that follow. whatever intimacy she and fletcher shared wasn’t preferable in the slightest— it wasn’t even mildly comparable to what she and miller had, not all that long ago, all the tenderness, the care, the love imbued in every second. she should really be telling him how she aches for that, how she misses it, but of course she doesn’t, instead biting down hard on her lower lip, head shaking imperceptibly, only for a millisecond. hands rake over her face, then, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, shoulders slumped in defeat. “ i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said any of that— i shouldn’t have, ” it doesn’t fix anything, nor does it offer any answers to his questions, but she thinks it’s better that way. not because she was going to say yes, she was into all of that, because she wasn’t, at all, but it might be best to drop it, entirely. feels the need to be honest about something, at least, letting her hands fall away from her face momentarily, daring to look at him despite how much it hurts to see the expression he wears. “ look, miller, last night, i— ” wanted to kiss you so fucking badly, is what she’s poised to say, but the words die there, on her tongue, as she senses a presence behind her, head whipping around to catch sight of fletcher, there, his hands smoothing along her shoulders, his face bending down to press a kiss against her cheek, one which she tries to avoid by turning her head, brows furrowing at the oddly affectionate gesture. an even deeper discomfort settles over her, then, stiff in her seat. “ fletcher, " her voice is taut, slightly panicky. " i thought i said we’d meet up later ? ”

fletcher knows he’s not supposed to be here, right now, but after last night, seeing how she was looking at miller in the seconds before he interrupted, he loathes the idea of ever leaving them alone again. he hates that they speak at all, really, that he catches her smiling down at her phone more often than she seems to smile at him or anything he says. it’s infuriating, maddening, but he can tamper it down in front of others, plaster a facade of indifference across his features, even if he’s anything but. he also tries to pretend he doesn’t notice how she turns away as he presses a kiss to her cheek, as if he’s committed some cardinal sin in front of her ex-boyfriend. this affectionate display wasn’t common, either, so he couldn’t quite understand why she appeared so upset, why her tone sounds so tense. “ hey, babe, ” he coos, trying not to let it bother him, considering it might not be about him, in the first place. they both looked much different than they had, last night, when they were smiling and laughing, pulling their chairs closer to one another. now they appear more despondent, like some sort of bomb had gone off between them. it only eggs him on, further, sensing an opportunity. “ thought i might come a little early and surprise you, ” he shrugs, pulling up a chair to sit next to her, arm stretching across her shoulders as he finally looks up, imperious gaze settling on miller. “ you’re still here, hm ? ” a chill accompanies those words, despite the fake smile he wears. “ thought devon told me you were leaving today. ” fingers drum lightly against the table, then, his gaze never once faltering from miller, aiming for intimidation. shrugs, then, portraying nonchalance, as though the other’s presence didn’t bother him in the slightest, even though he can feel annoyance in his every atom. “ what do you guys have left to talk about, anyway, after last night ? i mean, you talk all the time. don’t you run out of things eventually ? ” god, he hoped so— he hopes it all might stop, all the texts, the calls, the visits. doesn’t say that out loud, though, merely conceals it in the crooked smirk that tugs at his cheeks, in his tightened grip at the edge of devon's shoulder.

they're fighting fire with fire, standing by until one of them get hurt, burnt. already, he can feel it, the scorching, blistering flame that ignites in his chest, that spreads throughout the rest of his frame, threatening to leave any piece of him it comes in contact with to a pile of ash. he hopes it doesn't reflect upon his exterior, that his cheeks weren't flaring crimson, that his eyes didn't evince the simmering rage, the jealously, that was brewing beneath the surface. and it isn't like he wants it there, in fact, miller wishes that she didn't still have this hold over him— that following his departure, there was an ease to moving on from her, to living a separate life from all he's ever wanted, needed. instead, he was met with struggle after struggle, unable to find a natural channel in living his own life, in gaining success, moving on. there's a part of him that's still here with her, even when he should be miles away, a part of him that he worries will always remain with her, no matter what he puts in place, for it to be otherwise. so, hearing about her relationship, the intimacy in it, only makes that crack in his chest deepen, for every piece of him to shrivel. “ i haven’t, ” he counters, eyes snapping to find hers, as if it’s one last attempt, one last plea, to not take it this far, to cross a line they can’t take back. it’s a cowardly way of protecting himself, deciding he doesn’t want to hear whatever it is she has to say, doesn’t want to know the details of something she now shared with someone else. but she doesn’t give him the chance to add anything further, to explain that this wasn’t the sort of thing he wanted to talk about with a friend, even her, proceeding forward in a manner that appears so casual to him that he can feel his stomach churn. if he wasn’t already feeling nauseous, he sure is now. she leaves him completely and unexpectedly silent, thoughts and emotions running wild. overwhelming him, swallowing him whole. his heart begins to beat faster and faster, erratically, without following a specific rhythm or tune. “ different, ” he repeats, unsure of how his voice even comes out, if it’s distorted as it sounds, ringing through his own ears. different was an understatement when he considers how it used to be with them, how it was, only a year ago. he suddenly hates that word, and its role as a casual explanation to something he doesn’t want to know anything about. finds it hard to hold her gaze, then, eyes casting downwards to his leg that bounces nervously. “ preferable? ” he questions, his throat burning as the syllables claw their way out. doesn’t know why he’s asked that, because after it’s left his lips, he realises he doesn’t want to know. and he wonders, briefly, if she’s trying to incite jealously from him, if that’s the reaction she’s looking for, but all it causes is for his heart to plummet deeper and deeper, for his stomach to drop. “ i mean… you’re into that, are you? ” and it’s a shaky exhale, then, that he pushes from his lips, his gaze still kept ajar, unable to look at her. he couldn’t quite wrack his mind around it, no matter how long he sits with it. “ because, it’s just— we never… i mean, you never even hinted at that being something you liked, or wanted, ” and he hopes he’s right in trying to see through this, that he’s not in the wrong for questioning her, doubting it. really, his chest just aches because of it all. it’s why he can no longer continue with his own facade, trying to disguise the tremble to his fingertips as he reaches for his cup once more, downing the rest of its contents in one, swift gulp. “ i don’t know, ” he admits, defeated, realising the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. “ it doesn’t mean anything, i guess. not anymore. ”

#⁺﹒. * thread ⁄ devon.#bestcurse #is this good? absolutely not but oh man... i'm scared !

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kunikinnie · 3 years ago

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Pls- pls mother.

Give me soft soft FLUFFITY FLUFFY HEADCANONS. (Maybe a little bit of angst idk! You take this as you will.))

Can i have headcanons for taking care of fyodor while he’s sick? Maybe it’s just because he’s such an untouchable cold asshole…? Idk why… but i just think him having to trust somebody else for a while could be kinda cute.

Y/n really pulls out all the stops and goes above and beyond. Making him home made soup, checking his temperature by putting their hands on his cheeks, and making him lots of warm tea. Bonus of she’s like,

“Hey i wanna try something, just trust me-“

And ends up sitting in the bed with him, pulling his head into her lap and gently stroking his hair, brushing it behind his ears and caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

basically just.

Ungodly fluff. Sickly sweet.

a/n: I don't really write for Fyodor but this really made me want to try HAHA here's some Fedya fluff!!

warning: some profanity

taking care of a sick fyodor

He has a fragile body and poor health in general, but him getting fevers where he becomes basically unfunctional are rare

And even rarer are the chances that you actually find out that he became that sick (because he doesn't let you know lol)

So when you somehow manage to catch him in such a weak state, it'll be like you trying to care for a rebellious teen of the reclusive type

"Leave me alone, mom!" he says, as he continues his plotting in the corner of his bedroom

Ofc he never really says that, but the stares do the talking

Fyodor both loves and hates it when you start taking care of him

He loves it because it shows how much you're attached to him, and hence will make things more difficult for you (he's both testing you and just getting some entertainment lol)

He hates it because he doesn't "need" to be cared for. It's not like he's going to die or that his schemes won't go on as planned, so now that he's mildly annoyed he will make things difficult for you

Yeah he likes making things difficult for you because. He's Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

He enjoys seeing you being so persistent and showering him with as much TLC and affection as you could manage, seemingly undeterred by his bullshit

Checking his temperature every now and then, giving him some medicine, heck you even tried cooking for him and giving him a bath

He may be evil but he too likes being spoiled - which is because he let you, by the way

Now you being physically affectionate is not that surprising to him. So when you force him to lay on your lap, he "protests" at first. But once you start caressing his face and hair he suddenly just... gives in

"Finally tired of being an asshole?"

He just shoots you a small smile. "Maybe."

But was it really supposed to feel this good? Damn your touch really is something else...

From then on whenever he gets sick (even if it's not too terrible), he'll wear aloof and hard-headed persona while letting you know that he is indeed sick, but in such a way that it seems that he "hid it from you". Yeah, the usual.

#bsd #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #bsd fyodor x y/n #bsd fyodor x you

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televisionboy · 4 years ago

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this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy.

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

#timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet icons #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet smut #fluff #fluff alphabet #x reader #x you

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yandere-mha · 4 years ago

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How would Yandere Dabi react fo Y/N protecting him? Let's put a scenario that Y/N is a villian but protected of the League of Villians. She is sweet to Toga, takes care of Spinner, jokingly annoys Shigaraki only when he is in a good mood, and make sure everyone is alright. Y/N gives out motherly vibes where Toga jokes around of Y/N being a mom. Dabi catching feelings next he is fighting a hero. He got badly injured and Y/N step in protecting him. Taking a few blows for Dabi and killing the hero. Y/N helps Dabi to get up and says, "You got to stop being so reckless. I want to protect you but you keep throwing yourself in danger. "

Ughhhh I love this request so much. I really hope you like this and that my writing is worthy of your genius brain 🙏

TW: ABUSE MENTION, KIDNAPPING, VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTION, MENTAL ILLNESS.

MAJOR BNHA MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Toya was numb. His whole world was bleak, meaningless, and utterly isolated. He had no family, ambitions, or sense of self. No one cared about him or any of the terrible things that had been done to him and he didn’t care as well. There was nothing. He didn’t care about anyone else either. Whether he lived or died didn’t matter because he just existed. He may as well be dead, according to his family who had moved on. There was no justice. There was no love. There was no identity. His identity was to be the number one hero, but that had been ripped from him long ago. Toya was too tired to care.

Dabi was angry. Sometimes he became so angry and violent that he would scare himself. He would feel everything at once to the point where he couldn’t breathe. He mourned over the death of his purpose in life and over the death of the plucky little kid who would never give up. He wasn’t that kid anymore and he didn’t like what he’d become. Dabi wasn’t really him though... Dabi was Endeavor. Endeavor made him and he wants more than anything to make him see the consequences of his actions since his family didn’t care enough about him to do that themselves. Why did they forget me? Did I not even mean anything to them alive? He’ll make them pay too. He’s found a new identity and he couldn’t be more happy

You... were warm. When he looked at your beautiful face he felt as if he should look away because he didn’t deserve to see you. He wished you couldn’t see him, yet he craved for you to just look at him. You filled a void within Toya and suddenly he wasn’t so lonely anymore. How could you love someone who wasn’t even a person? Maybe he really was a person. You were so perfect... it pissed Dabi off. You reminded Dabi that he would never be good enough for that kind of love. He would always be second and he was just waiting for the moment you’d replace him with someone else. You’d forget about him just like his family did. You scared him but he couldn’t stay away. Life was unbearable without you. How could you make him feel that way? Hasn’t he already been through enough? You shouldn’t play with people’s feelings, ya know...

What was really cruel was how much you must love to toy with him. You knew how much he needed you - ALL of you, and yet you looked at other people too. He never told you about his feelings but why should he have to when he knew that you knew. You knew of how much pain you were causing him and you didn’t care. Why must everyone treat him like this? He knew there were no good people in the world and yet he let himself fall for you. How pathetic. How weak. He needed to show you what happens when you cross him. He’s tried of being weak and you make him look like some love-sick fool.

When you sacrificed yourself for him, all he could do was laugh. He screamed in pain as he laughed until he felt his face fall apart and his lungs felt like they were about to fall out of his body. It was funny how fucking desperate you were to hurt him that you’d actually hurt yourself like this. What the fuck would he do if he lost you, huh? Who would he be after you were gone? He clamped his hands over your battered form as tightly as he could screaming in your face in the way an animal would scream after being shot. He knew his face was bleeding all over you, mixing with your own blood. It made his heart flutter being so close to you.

After scanning your dumbfounded face, his laughter began to die down and he affectionately swiped a loose strand of hair out of your face to get a better look at you. He really was a tool, huh? He can’t be mad at you for long. You were his wife after all even if you pretended not to know that and he’d be there to protect you no matter how much you piss him off sometimes. Your love truly was written in the stars and no matter what happened, you would always end up together - till death do you part. He remembered all the times he’d dreamed about having a wife as a child and he smiled softly. He was flattered that anyone would care enough about him to do something like this even if it was to hurt him. You must hate him and love him too.

“You gotta stop being so reckless. I want to protect you but you keep throwing yourself into danger like some fucking dumbass. If you really want my attention so bad, you should have just said so.”

That was fun and all, but he can’t have you doing that again. You’re gonna be at his place for a long time and he’ll make sure to think of a proper punishment for you too. You have to learn your lesson and hold yourself accountable.

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dannyboyzone · 4 years ago

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Samuel, if he would have a child

this was not requested, but it's children's day in korea! and who is the most fun to read about if none other than our tiddy king Seungeun! yaaay! Also, I could like, make one of Eli and Yenna, but we all know Eli is the best dad in the lookism world 🖤

꒰ 🍨 ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯ Sammy with his child...

baby life

- Samuel isn't the type that necessarily loves kids, however that doesn't mean he necessarily hates them. He wouldn't know how to react if his partner says they are pregnant or want to adopt. - or anything of the sort! - He would react in a polite and pleasant manner, but the heaviness wouldn't shrink in until a few weeks or month.

- Not going to lie, he would prefer a son over a girl. It's not that he is sexist, it's that he is afraid that he would kill whoever hurts his little princess, which would scare and distance her.

- However, he doesn't mind what the end result is, he would just want to be a good parent because he never had an actual good one. You would expect him to have the mentality of 'I suffered, so why shouldn't they?' But he truly doesn't.

- He would absolutely be lost with babies, but would be very willing to learn about how to take care of them. He would surprisingly smile at them a lot, and even speak in a babying voice. Big scary gangster has a heart.

- The crying would sometimes drive him crazy, but he would absolutely never take it out on the baby, just try to learn which cry means what exactly. If it goes on for long, he might as well cry too.

- He would absolutely never trust anyone expect his s/o with holding his baby. That's his baby, whoever hurts it will die. He has set his mind on that long ago, truly. He had a terrible childhood, he won't let that happen to his own kid.

- People are absolutely not allowed to be loud around his baby, or even smoke around them. He would go out of this place to protect them, but maybe be a little tense during it.

- Honestly, when he would be around his family, he would be very very vulnerable. It would be his special safety net, and his weak spot. He wouldn't try to show that though, so people don't hurt his family, he can't let that happen.

- He still wouldn't become a full on softy though, but when he is around his baby? Lord! He has a whole personality change. Samuel who? There is only SuYoung's dad here!

- Ah, did I mention? He would want the baby to have a name that starts with an S. It will either have Seung in it, but even if not that, it will definitely have 'Eun' in it. If that's not an option? Y'all are going to look at baby-name sites at 2 am. The! baby! needs! a! name! that! starts! with! an! S! Seriously, if the child is adopted and has a name already, it will just become their middle name. Samuel will not chill out.

- However, whatever happens, the child will either be his Princess/Prince/Snowflake. He will probably buy a lot of things that will make not only having a baby easier, but having a baby life easier. As in; Both the child and the parents will have it easier.

- Samuel would absolutely love to dress up his baby in ridiculous clothes, like a baby overall with a hoodie, that just makes them look like a big carrot. He would just take pictures of them, but dress them back up in normal baby clothes, to not make the baby uncomfortable.

- What he would love as well is to take pictures with the baby, and record important moments. Like first words, learning, saying first word ect. That baby would probably become the most important person in his life.

- Absolutely not going to lie, Samuel is the kind of person who would love his child(ren) way more than he loves his s/o. Sure, it's great to have a loving s/o, but his son/daughter/child? They are top priority, he is responsible for their birth, and he will make them have the best living experience possible. He isn't going to put them through what he went through.

- I think he would also feel very loved. Especially if the baby falls asleep on his chest or tummy, he would definitely feel like he is a good dad. He would just be proud 'hey! i created that! It's beautiful and lovely!'

- Sammy is also the type of person that would peck his baby since he loves them so much. Please don't think of anything sick though, it's pretty normal and a lot of parents do it. However, if the baby hits him or pushes him away due to uncomfortable, he would of course stop and stay with hugs. It's just that his monkey brain would go 'woah!!!!!!! princess/prince/snowflake!!!!!!!!!!!'

- Talking about hits, babies hit people since they are developing and don't know that it's not fine. Whenever he would get hit by the baby, he would stay totally calm. He would kiss their little hand and kindly say that hitting papa/dad isn't nice. He would find it quite adorable, actually. He would probably have a hard time to not laugh if the baby bites his nose even.

- He would absolutely be the best dad. He would feed the baby, bath the baby, change diapers, cut their nails so they don't scratch themselves! Literally best dad.

- Maybe, if in the future he will be on good terms with Eli, he would even ask for advice. He is a good dad, and that includes admitting that he doesn't know everything, and he needs help.

kiddo big baby life

- Samuel would honestly be the kind of dad other kids are jealous for. They would want a dad like him, you know? But at the same time, they would all respect and fear him because if they hurt his little baby? It won't have a happy end for anyone. Samuel wouldn't need to raise his voice or hand for that to happen.

- Samuel would always prepare bento for his kiddo, and definitely even make them breakfast. No matter how picky they are, he would try to make the food they ask for. However, he would never let them eat in bed, unless they are sick.

- Talking about that, sometimes he would pick up his kid from school earlier than he is supposed to, either because he feels like his kid doesn't want to be there, or just because he wants to make family memories. He would also lie to the teachers.

- Also! 'Hello' and 'Goodbye!' hugs and cheek kisses are a must. Samuel is not an affectionate person, but both him and his kiddo would agree that they should always do that. Also, 'goodnight' and 'good morning' forehead kisses are a must too. He does it because he loves his kid, but also because you can never know when will you see someone for the last time. He would never say that out loud tho.

- He would do it even if he is mad, but when he is mad he would be scary. Not because he would get violent with his kid, but extremely silent. The kind of silence that screams disappointment. Funny thing is though, he would be like that exactly to not turn violent. He doesn't trust himself, so he has to control himself. It wouldn't happen often tho.

- He would be a little strict, but nothing too much. Just general healthy strictness. Like no chocolate after 6pm, limited tv time, children lock on the tv, computer ect. He is protective, but not overwhelming.

- If his kid would as a lot of questions he would be fine with that. He would just look at it as an opportunity to teach them, so he would answer all in an appropriate way. Also, hey, at least he can teach his kid that cheating is disgusting.

- Talking about that, he would be terrified of becoming like his dad. So even if he wouldn't love his s/o after a few years, he would still keep in the relationship and hide his feelings so his baby can grow up in a happy environment. He would never cheat though, so that's that.

- He would still be a good dad though! He would be happy if his child has independence and his own interests. He would let them pick their clothes, but also choose aesthetic matching outfits for them.

- Also, Samuel wouldn't really care what their sexuality, gender, religion, style and thought manners are, as long as they have morals and don't have disrespect in their heart. He values respect a lot.

- Also, he would teach them to be polite because that brings them far in their life. However he would also teach them to never do what they don't want to. Seriously, he would at some point teach his kid to remember the quote that says "The hill that you carry was only supposed to be climbed"

- He would also like, be chill if they fight. Teacher calls in that his kid fought? Cool, he would calmly tell the teacher to watch out properly next time. At home he would ask how they stand and hold their fist while fighting. To teach them how to do it properly.

- He would probably also prefer to have them in a fighting class of some sort. He would list multiple material art styles, explain the rules and ask his kid if they would be fine to go to at least one. It's not that he wants his kid to be violent, but he wants them to be able to protect themselves.

- HEALTH IS TOP PRIORITY!! Sammy is the type of dad you can tell anything to because he won't judge. That includes health and mental health, he would be careful and set up a comfortable mood. He wouldn't be ablist at all and just take care of his kid the way he is supposed to.

- Also, when the kiddo needs to get a shot or their blood taken, he would be next to them, holding their hand. Softly talking to them so they can get through it. He would also praise them, probably buy stickers and ice cream.

- He also absolutely wouldn't mind spending money on his kid. Their room would look like a dream land full of plushies.

- The support in this house would be above the roof. His kid likes painting? There is a whole art room. His kid likes biking? There is a whole biking day each weak.

- He would also help the kiddo study, although he wouldn't always be the best. Samuel didn't get rich by studying after all.

- He would also teach them stranger danger, and have a secret word with them that means 'something is wrong, please come here and help me'.

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- He would probably stop babying his child when they become 14, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be affectionate! He just wouldn't want to embarrass them.

- Not going to lie, he would hit his kid if they do something big enough to deserve it. For example, if his kid would willingly do drugs - forced is something different - he would definitely hit them. Or if they hide smoking, or smoke in general. It wouldn't be abusive, or a daily thing. He would only use if necessary. He saw how those effect people, and he experienced how bad smoking is, he would have strict rules and he wouldn't let his child go through it. They will either choose the easy way, or the hard way.

- Do not misunderstand though, he won't get mad at every single little mistake. He would be a smart parent, just a little stuck up to his own views. He would tell them that he would rather get a call from them saying they snuck out and need to be picked up than a call from the police that his child is dead or went missing.

- Also, he wouldn't tell them what they should wear or not, but he would always make sure to put something in their bag that they can cover themself up with incase they are around someone that makes them uncomfortable incase their outfit shows skin. The gender wouldn't matter, as he is not sexist.

- He would be supportive with whatever their dream is, but would make sure to tell them that dreams can change and that they should make a back up plan incase it does. He is just realistic.

- Talking about that, he would make sure that his kid has a safe to work at next to him incase they want that. He wouldn't force them, but he would like to be a good role model.

- Funny enough, he would know how dumb teenagers can get. His worst fear would be his kid becoming as dumb as him when he was a teenager. Literally, he knows he made bad decisions and let his worth be measured by others, and he wouldn't want his kid to be like that either.

- He would also be fun though, he is the type of parent you can have inside jokes with. He would sometimes not laugh, as he is used to kids saying dumb stuff, but if it's a good joke he definitely will just have a great time with you.

- He is a proud parent too! Literally, even if his kid is a dumbass or a himbo, he would love them and their achievements whatever those may be.

- Absolutely wouldn't know slang, but would still attempt to joke around and do it. It would be fun because he would use words incorrectly.

- A must is definitely teaching his kid about life. In how to view humans, how to treat them and that he should understand that everyone is different.

- Samuel is the type of dad that knows his kids every interest, but not because he is pushy but because they feel comfortable talking with him. It would make other parents jealous for sure. He doesn't understand though, he thinks it's normal.

- When it comes to dating, he wouldn't be a helicopter parent. However, he would teach his kid to not just trust anyone and choose wisely, also, to always have protection. Let that be pepper spray or condom, it works in different situations. Poor person who dates his kid tho. They would constantly get looks that say 'I am watching you, better be careful.' He wouldn't be watching.

- Well, there would be CCTVs around the house though, so if they come home drunk, or past their bed time he will know. And wait. It's not that he would scold, it's that he would have a serious conversation.

- He would still do fun things with them too though! Like having bike fridays, vacation weekends, movie marathons ect. He would be a mix up a lowkey fucked up parent and a mix of the fun and loving parent that's always there.

Yaaaayyaaay its done! Hopefully, it was enjoyable. I tried to focus on the positive aspects, but still be honest. Of course it's fine if you don't agree with me! Please be understanding if there is a mistake, I made 57 points and my brain felt like it was melting the more I wrote. Thank you for your time! ♡

#mmm i love this man #lookism #외모지상주의 #samuel #seungeun #seoneun #idk how yall write his name

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gay-otlc · 4 years ago

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I am sick.

I am trash for Sokeefitz.

Therefore, the only logical conclusion is that I should make sick Sokeefitz headcanons.

Under the cut because it ended up being really long.

When Sophie is sick:

Sophie is afraid of doctors. She is not afraid of her boyfriends 🧡

Keefe and Fitz are veryyyyy used to Sophie being in life-threatening situations

So it's honestly kind of a relief if she just has a cough or a stomach bug or something

Sophie kind of expects Fitz to be useful and Keefe to be a disaster, but it's honestly the other way around

Keefe always had to take care of himself when he got sick so he's not bad at it

And him being an Empath helps him figure out when Sophie is lying and saying she's less sick than she is

Because we know she does that

He's not good enough to be a doctor or anything but no one's dying

Fitz, on the other hand?

Useless. Absolutely useless. (No Fitz hate here, I mean this in the nicest way possible)

"sOPHIE YOU'RE S I C K WHAT DO I DO!?!?!?!!"

"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"

"BUT WHAT IF I LEAVE YOU HERE AND YOU DIE?!?!!?!?"

"It'll be fine, Fitz."

Fitz goes downstairs to get the water, proceeds to also get five different medicines and three different kinds of tea and a thermometer.

"Literally all I wanted was a drink."

Fitz really freaks out at sickness stuff

He tries to calm down because he knows it'll be better for Sophie if his brain is working

But he's still panicking and he's really guilty

So usually Keefe takes care of the more practical stuff and asks Fitz if he can get Sophie emotional support stuffed animals or something

He also gets Mr. Snuggles for himself

Despite being okay at this stuff, Keefe is horrible at understanding the concept of contagious diseases.

"NO! Keefe! You cannot kiss Sophie, she is s i c k. And if you kiss her, you will get her germs. Don't kiss Sophie, you fucking idiot!"

Keefe demands extra kisses from Fitz as compensation, and extra kisses from Sophie once she recovers

They are both happy to oblige

When Fitz is sick:

He doesn't really get sick much. Maybe he's lucky, maybe he's good at taking precautions. We'll never know.

When he is, Keefe is usually the first one to figure it out

Since Fitz definitely isn't telling them.

Either he figures it out with Empathy or he tries to kiss Fitz's forehead and Fitz is like a million degrees

As soon as Sophie learns that Fitz is sick her brain goes into an extreme analytical mode.

"This is everything I have learned about medicine from the humans and this is everything I have learned about medicine from the elves and if I combine them I think I can determine the best way to treat you!"

"Sophie please chill the hell out."

"nO!!!"

She just loves Fitz too much to take any chances with him 🧡

Sometimes Sophie can be a little

Overbearing with Fitz, so Keefe doesn't have a whole lot to do

But if Sophie is completely focused on one problem (even if it's not a huge deal) then Keefe can handle the others

Keefe also has the job of figuring out whether Fitz is lying when he says he's feeling alright

Because he would 100% be like "I'm fine!" *Collapses*

He also tries to like. Physically push Keefe away from him

Because Keefe is a dumbass (affectionate) who still tries to kiss Fitz and doesn't understand germs

When Keefe is sick:

Finally learns how germs work because he doesn't want to get Sophie or Fitz sick

So he doesn't kiss them, yay.

But he demands a lot of presents and stuff.

Fitz and Sophie are happy to oblige

He's such a fucking drama queen about it

Sophie knows he's being melodramatic but is still really sweet to him

Fitz 100% believes that it is as bad as Keefe says it is and freaks out

Then Keefe feels really bad because he was trying to get extra chocolates, he doesn't actually want to make Fitz worry, so he tries to convince Fitz that it actually isn't all that bad

It seems like Sophie and Fitz would make a terrible combination for taking care of Keefe

Because they're both panicking disasters

But somehow they do alright

I mean, Keefe's not dead, so good enough.

Fitz's mind tends to just turn to chaotic worries so Sophie helps figure out more specific tasks for what needs to be done

And Fitz helps Sophie prioritize because she's trying to do a million things at once

And Keefe is whining because it's been so long since he kissed either of his wonderful partners

Holding hands wouldn't be too bad? Right? What if they used hand sanitizer-

In conclusion: Sokeefitz supremacy

#sokeefitz supremacy #saturn's kotlc headcanons #sokeefitz #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #sick tw #medical tw #caps tw #cursing tw #ask to tag #long post

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 168

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When Keith woke Lance wasn’t in their bed. Dragging himself out of bed seemed like so much effort when his boyfriend wasn’t there to latch onto. Stumbling to the bathroom, he re-emerged as sleepy as ever a few minutes later, Lance wasn’t in there and all he wanted was his morning cuddles.

Navigating his way downstairs, the smell of pancakes was in the air. Pancakes and coffee. Lance didn’t like the smell of coffee anymore, but he did seem to be throwing up less so that was a win. Making for the kitchen, he ignore Matt and Rieva as he wrapped his arms around Lance, nuzzling into his shoulder as boyfriend laughed

“Good morning, sleepy head”

“Mhnmb”

Turning to kiss his hair, his boyfriend was cooking on the stove top. Keith knew for safety reasons he should let go, but cuddles

“I know. Your coffees on the table. These’ll be done in a minute”

“Mmm”

Remaining latched to Lance, his boyfriend turned the stove top off, moving he fry pan out the way before directing Keith to sit, a kiss pressed to his lips, then to his hair

“Drink your coffee, babe”

“Coffee...”

“Yep. Pidge and Hunk already said they’d be over soon. Something about you planning something?”

“Mmm...”

Letting out another affectionate laugh, Lance moved behind him, looping his arms around him as kissing his hair

“It’s okay, you don’t have to human yet”

Two coffees later and he could do the brain. Matt and Rieva were making plans for a date night, which suited Keith just fine. He had ideas of his own, namely talking to Lance about what happened last night. He kind of felt bad melting with pleasure when he hadn’t returned the favour. And if Lance was having impulse control issues, and did want to... well... he wanted to know. Even if it’d have to wait all day thanks to his plans. Tomorrow they’d be going to Platt, to be there for Curtis and Shiro, but Lance had no idea that he wanted to take him there today for a totally different reason that he’d organised with Pidge and Hunk.

When their friends arrived, Keith headed back upstairs. Sitting on their bed, he opened their drawer of toys, pulling out the smallest butt plug they had. His butt clenched at the idea of it, but he wanted to want this for Lance who was already doing so much as it was. His mind was made up. How uncomfortable could one small plug be?

The answer turned out to be a lot. Touching himself in the shower, it didn’t feel as good as when Lance touched him. He loved Lance’s touches. Hands that could kill showed him such love, and warmth, despite Lance’s naturally cold body temperature. Pushing the plug in place. Keith grit his teeth as his body tried to nope at the intrusion. Lance’s tongue and fingers were far better than the cold toy, but if today went the way he wanted he wanted to surprise his boyfriend.

Lance was confused. Keith had come down from showering seeming uncomfortable. He hadn’t thought he’d hurt his boyfriend the previous night, yet the slightest slouch had Keith shooting back up straight. The more he pondered it, the less he got it. Maybe the angle from eating Keith out had irritated his boyfriend’s back? Then shouldn’t he have been showing symptoms as he clung to him? Then there was the fact the whole drive Keith seemed to be squirming. A drive he was clueless over. If something had happened with Curtis than Keith should have told him... If they were visiting Mami, he didn’t know why his boyfriend was being so secretive about it... and he didn’t know why Pidge and Hunk were being suspiciously quiet about the trip. He’d seen them exchanging glances in the rear view mirror, both looked concerned. When they hit the city Pidge started giving Keith directions, there seemed to be a clear location in his boyfriend’s mind, but he had no idea what and couldn’t rid himself of the deep frown on his face. He just didn’t get why he was the last one to know what was happening.

Pulling up in front of a very run down house, Keith let out a heavy sigh as he turned off the car. Lance holding his tongue as stared up at the place. The vibe from the street was awful. The yard chocked with weeds in various stages of life and death. Thick boards had been nailed to the windows both inside and up, with graffiti spotted across the front. Please for the love of God, don’t tell him Keith had bought a house

“Babe. I... Okay...”

Now Keith had his heart sinking. Lance could only pray harder that Keith hadn’t bought the house. He hated it. He didn’t even want to know what could have been going through his boyfriend’s mind when it came to the place. They had a perfectly good house as it was.

Keith took a deep breath, before letting it out slowly

“Okay. Okay. I know I shouldn’t have sprung this on you, but... I was thinking and... this is the house”

He could see it was a house. He had two very much working eyes. He hadn’t been wearing his glasses as much, but he did have a spare set in the glove box. What did Keith expect him to say? In the back, Pidge let out a sigh over Lance’s not answering immediately

“Keith, you’ve got to tell him properly. Lance, this is the house Sendak kept you guys in. Keith said you wanted to see it, so I pulled up the data about it. If you don’t want to go in, you don’t have to. Honestly I think this is a terrible idea but he seemed to think you needed this”

Oh thank God for that. Wait. Keith had brought him to the house. Keith who would rather burn the whole thing down and never go near the place again, had brought him here

“This... house?”

Reaching over, Keith took his hand in his. His thumb rubbing the back of Lance’s hand

“I’m sorry. I know... we don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, that’s okay too”

So that was why Keith was being weird? He was worrying over him? This... he’d been completely blindsided by this. This was that house. No wonder he loathed it already. He felt sick at the thought of stepping foot in there, but he’d wanted this for so long, and he was safe with Keith there

“No. I want to see it”

“Okay. We’ll take it slow and go at your pace. If you want to leave at any time at all, I’m not going to be mad. You don’t have to worry about that. Don’t push yourself”

“I know”

Pidge had lifted the key from work, letting them into the musty space. She said she lifted it, but knowing her she would have asked Coran for it, rather than risk her brand new job which she seemed to love. Not that Lance doubted she would. She had access to cutting edge technology and Coran would be happy to provide her with anything she needed writhing reason. Leaning against Keith, Keith held his hand firmly as Pidge turned the key. The security was laughable, then again, a bunch of vampires could easily overpower any foe that came knocking. Immediately the scent of mould and blood wafted out the house, Lance covering his nose

“Babe?!”

“I’m okay. Let the house air a moment, it needs it”

He needed a moment too. Death lingered on the property, Narti not the only one to die there. Pulling out her camera, Pidge fiddled with it, Keith scolding her

“This isn’t a hunt, Pidge. We don’t need the camera”

Pidge looked to Lance who gave a nod

“It’s not for us. It’s for the others”

“Coran said not to touch anything, and if you get a weird feeling to leave. There’s supposed to be traces of magic here”

That didn’t surprise Lance at all. Sendak was a giant arsehole who’d stop at nothing when it came to having more power. Plus, he’d kept Lotor’s witches relatively subdued

“Let Keith go first. I don’t hear anything, but I don’t want to take any chances”

Plunging into the house, Lance kept his arms around himself in a self hug. The place was freezing. Evil seemed to ooze from the walls themselves. Built across two above ground levels, they went up first. Lance taking it nearly as slow as Hunk who seemed ready to faint on the spot. Catching himself remembering what happened, his breathing hitched at the memories of Curtis being hurt and the way Sendak snapped his arm like it was nothing

“Lance?”

“It’s okay... I need to see this place”

Keith didn’t seem convinced, but he did fall back to Lance’s side

“Remember, as slow as you need. And if you need to go, that’s okay too”

“I need this”

Finding the room he’d been held in nearly broke him. Without the presence of others in the house the room seemed so thoroughly depressing. He could make out the marks where his chains had rubbed. The bed looked as tiny as he remembered it. There was blood on the wall where Lotor had been chained up

“They kept me up here... with the others... They gave me food and blood pills, so I wouldn’t go crazy but I wouldn’t have any strength either. Zethrid made it bearable. She kept making jokes, and really seemed to like my hair... but all I wanted was to come home”

As his knees sagged, Keith caught him. Lance hiding his face against his boyfriend’s neck. The room was empty. Sendak and his men gone. There was nothing there that could hurt him anymore

“We should go”

“No! No... please... I just need a moment”

Keith was shaking as hard as he was. He knew his boyfriend was shaking from the rage he felt over Lance being taken and hurt. Placing his hand on Lance’s lower back, Lance flinched away immediately, remembering the feel of the cattle prod. His boyfriend’s expression devastated as he realised he’d must have done something wrong

“Sorry. I’m sorry...”

Pidge lowered her camera. The pity in her eyes stirring up his anxiety and memory of his fears that his friends had all laughed behind his back

“Why don’t we move onto the next room? Is there anywhere in particular you want to see?”

Pidge wasn’t laughing. No one was laughing. No one was laughing... just a little bit more

“The living area and the basement. Lotor killed Narti in the living area for betraying him... and they... kept the others in the basement... we were in the basement. People died here... god... I feel it...”

Where Curtis had been thrown into the wall had cracked under the impact. Lance swaying again as he heard the echo of the impact. The scent of vampires was so much stronger on the first floor than he’d noticed. Flies buzzed in the house. Light filtered through the beams, making for a super unpleasant experience. His body wouldn’t stop shaking. Their twins doing somersaults with enough agitation it felt like they knew what was happening. It hurt. His whole body felt so damn heavy. The feeling in his bones was as if he was under the spell of Sendak’s ego, being attacked by whatever remnants had been left behind. The other vampires scent so pungent here it bordered on smelling fresh, though that was impossible.

Throwing up in his mouth, Lance swallowed hard as he stared at where Narti’s body had lain. No longer there, he felt a sense of relief she hadn’t been left to rot in a place like this. Hunk inched his way closer. His scent was something Lance could latch onto. He nearly physically latched onto his friend when Hunk went to raise a hand to his arm, only to let it drop

“Lance, Bud, you don’t look so good”

“Lotor killed Narti here... he killed her... she sold the rights to sell us to Sendak. He must have offered to pardon her... and Lotor just killed her dead. Her blood was on him... she stood no chance... I... I don’t know what to feel”

“It’s okay to feel sad, man. She was a human”

She was. She’d had any chance of redemption taken from her when Lotor killed her on the spot. Acxa, Ezor, and Zethrid, lost a friend they called a sister

“But she sold us! She made me leave! She took me away from Keith! She took me away from you! Curtis could have died... She had to know Honerva wouldn’t welcome her back. She had to...”

He was angry. That was the feeling he couldn’t name that had started festering in his belly. Angry. Angry they’d come in and turned his life upside down.

And he was lashing out in anger. Moving faster than his friends could keep up, Lance flipped the sofa with a growl. He wasn’t like them. He didn’t want this curse. He didn’t want this dark evil power that lurked inside him. He didn’t want the feeling of Narti’s death hovering beyond what he could see. Crouching down, he buried his face in his hands, screaming at the whole situation. Screaming for all the times he’d wanted to scream but feared the cattle prod. Screaming without a single sound coming out. Coming to him, Keith ignored his flaring ego and anger. His boyfriend squatting down in front of him, hands sure as he pushed Lance’s from his face and cupped his cheeks

“They’re gone. They’re gone, baby. No ones ever going to get hurt in this house again”

“They took me and I couldn’t... my plans didn’t work. I just wanted to come home but they wouldn’t let me come home”

“I know. I know you did. And all we wanted was to find you. We didn’t stop wanting to find you”

“I hate them... but I don’t understand. I’m supposed to be a vampire but I don’t understand them. Why do they have to hurt people?”

“Sendak was insane. You felt his ego, babe. He was old and all the things that made him human died in him a long long time ago”

“I just wanted to come home. I tried to be good...”

“You did so good. You did. If you hadn’t stopped the truck, then he would have gotten away”

“I hurt people”

“They weren’t human any more, babe. They weren’t. I think we should go”

Lance sniffled as he shook his head. He wasn’t crying a river of pity, he... he guessed he felt... weird? His body wanted to go. His ego wanted to destroy. He wanted to see the basement. But he also didn’t like what he was showing his friends. He had to see the basement. Those three key points had to be empty. He had to know no one was there

“Basement”

“Babe...”

“I need to see it... I need to... then we’ll go but I need to see it”

“You’re not okay. You’re barely still on your feet”

“I need it. I don’t want to keep these feelings of fear”

“Okay. Okay. Can you stand?”

“Yeah...”

“Okay, the basement and then we go”

“Okay”

The basement seemed untouched by whichever hunters came to secure the house. The door busted, the room cold and damp. Ridiculously traces of orange were still in the air

“They kept you guys in there?”

Pidge was curious. She’d kept it down quite well... he’d probably scared her though, as well as Hunk. Who went around flipping sofas with one hand to vent their frustration?

“Lead and electricity. Touching the bars not only burnt the skin but the zap was solid. In the roof is a gas set up where they kept the gas that knocked the others out when Lotor was brought in...”

“They kept dad and Matt in here?”

“Yeah... I... I kept thinking if we broke the beams we could collapse the floor, or we could pull the set up out of the roof and... and if... if I wasn’t pregnant we could get out if could turn into a bat... or if Matt could shift we could probably break out, but Shiro said we had to wait. Then I... started to try to really focus on everything, but the lack of blood made it hard... I was so tired. And cold...”

Lance jerked his head as he heard Keith sniffle. His boyfriend’s hands balled into fists. They should go. All this was reminding Keith of was him feeling useless as they searched. Lance wanted to see the gas set up for himself, see the electrical box for their cage. That would be selfish. He wasn’t the only one experiencing painful emotions. His friends were reliving the memories of him gone, coupled with new memories of seeing the place he’d been held. Pidge had been critical in getting Krolia and Keith to him as fast as possible, while he’d been useless. The vampire’s stomach churned. What he’d been hoping for he’d already gotten. The house was empty, completely devoid of habitation. There were no vampires lurking here and no prey captured. Any longer would be to cruel

“Let’s go”

None of them spoke on the way out. The freshness of the day a slap to the senses. The warmth of the sun did little to chase away the suffocating feeling of lingering death, Lance’s skin crawling with imagined filth. The house was as evil as it occupants had been. Suited for monsters that walked around in human skin. As Keith’s hand brushed his, Lance pulled away in momentary fear. Keith needed to be held right now, but Lance was too raw to give him what he needed. His arm felt stiff as he reached his hand out to take Keith’s in his. His other hand was on his belly, the twins hadn’t settled at all. Would it have felt like this to return to the shed? This weird feeling like the storm hadn’t yet passed though the skies were clear. He’d always sympathised with the victims he’d helped, and wasn’t sure he could count himself as courageous like them. He’d seen the dungeon floor, though this time he’d felt barely little. Not like at the zoo. Did that make him weird? Was his emotions some how broken?

Behind him Pidge closed the door solidly, the key sliding into the lock and lock ticking over. It was just a house now. Everything to fear was gone

“I don’t know about you guys, but I could go for ice cream. Wanna come back to my office?”

No. He really didn’t want to go from here to VOLTRON. He wanted... something that wasn’t that

“I’ll drop you guys off there. Right now I want to be alone with Lance for a bit”

Thank god Keith was saying it. That clicked as the something he wanted. A shower to wash off the the filth that wasn’t there and Keith to cuddle away the pain the visit had dredged up

“Lance?”

Humming, Lance made a conscious effort to involved himself in the conversation

“Can we go back to the apartment for a bit? I need to lay down”

“Are you feeling okay? Are you in pain again?”

Not the pain Keith meant. The house... he didn’t know if he did feel better for being there and needed to do a think about it

“No. The cupcakes are bashing up my insides again”

“Okay. Are you guys okay with hanging at VOLTRON for a bit?”

Pidge made a noise that sounded suspiciously liked she’d just blown a raspberry at Keith

“We’ll be fine. I have so much I want to show Hunk”

“Yeah, man. We’ll be okay”

He really should have said something more. Done something more for his friends who’d come with him

“Thanks, guys. We’ve got Kosmo and Blue to feed so we’ll drive back down to Garrison a bit later”

Kosmo cuddles sounded good too. Blue was being a bit of a diva since the kitchen incident, he wanted to be home for her sake. A lot of people thought animals dumb, but Blue was his loyal girl to the end of time

“That’s cool, just shoot us a message when you’re ready. Okay, the door’s locked again, let’s get away from this shit hole. I wonder if the neighbour would notice if I set off a small nuclear explosion and disposed of the house in the middle of the night?”

Feeling three sets of eyes on him, Lance pulled up the best joking tone he could

“They’d probably thank you for raising property values to the neighbourhood. This front yard isn’t doing any of the houses on the street any favours”

Pidge took the joke and continued

“I know right! I mean, I bet if we left you alone with the yard we’d come back to you trimming the lawn uniformly with scissors”

“Nah, you’d come back to the house on fire. I’m okay, guys. I am. It’s a relief to know no one else is in there or being help captive. I am however exhausted. And now I want strawberry ice cream”

“Oooh! Slushie spiders! Keith, we’ve got to make a stop on the way back to VOLTRON. This is an absolute one hundred percent necessity. Slushies make everything better”

Lance forced a huff

“The truth comes out. You couldn’t stand the fact Garrison only has two flavours. I’m onto you, oh great Gremlin”

Stepping down the front steps in front of them, Pidge sighed dramatically

“Coran won’t let me put a slushie machine in my office... Apparently I don’t need one and shouldn’t have one so close to sensitive electronics. Like no shit. What does he think I’m going to do? Pour raspberry slushie over my motherboard so it runs faster? I’m not 4”

“I feel like that story is based too much in fact”

“Shut up. Let’s get going already. Ugh. This house is gross and I hate it. Hunk, tell me you hate the house”

Hunk still hovered slightly behind them

“Oh, yeah. No. I hate it. I feel violated from walking around in it... Were there ghosts there? I feel like there were ghosts there... I don’t have a spirit attached to me, do I?”

“Nah, buddy. You’re all good”

Things didn’t work that was as far as Lance knew. He’d never seen death clinging to a person that wasn’t their own closeness to death

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think I’ve stopped shaking. Am I meant to be still shaking?”

With three friends all shaking, Pidge pushed harder, trying to relieve all their stresses and distracted them. His little Pidgeon was far too strong a force

“Dude, Lance is our personal ghost sensor. If he says your good, you’re good. Now let’s goooo. I want my ice cream and my slushie... and to run simulations over the best way to bring this piece of shit house down”

“Okay, but Keith’s paying. I don’t have my wallet”

Pidge clapped her hands together, bouncing on the spot. Lance envied that she could turn to sugar for comfort when all sugar did was turn on him

“Keith, you’re the best! I’ll even get lactose free just for you!”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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moon--vixen · 6 years ago

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Today, June 28th 2019 around noon, my baby boy Kit passed away in my arms. He was 17 human years old, 95 cat years old. He outlived his kidneys, but he hung on for two days, so we could prepare and give him the end he deserved.

Today, I’d like to share the life of the little angel that changed mine forever.

Some time in October 2002, when I was 9 years old, my Mother and I walked into a pet store we’d never been to before, and right at the front doors was a large cage holding one mother cat and a full litter of kittens, all around 5 months old.

The one little black kitten caught my eye, and in that instant I knew. I knew he was meant to be mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I begged my Mother to let me hold him, and she eventually agreed. The store clerk opened the door and let me pick him up, and he instantly melted in my arms, and completely stole my heart. He was completely and utterly relaxed, and even though I was a complete stranger, he was completely at peace letting me cradle him in my arms like a baby, looking up at me with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen.

I knew in that moment that I couldn’t leave the store without him. I just couldn’t. I begged my Mother to let me have him, but she worried about the logistics of introducing two cats in a very cramped two bedroom apartment that already had 3 people and a 2 year old cat that was notorious for not liking other animals.

She eventually forced me to leave him behind for the night, assured by the store clerks that he would still be there tomorrow. I spent the rest of the day making my case. He’s a black cat, we love black cats. His (temporary) name is Uncle Fester, Wednesday and Morticia Addams were my role models and the Addams Family movies were our favorites to watch around Halloween, alongside Hocus Pocus. And once I pointed out to her how he let me hold him, how relaxed he was, she too was convinced, and it was time to tackle convincing Dad.

But that too didn’t take long. He captured all our hearts, and the next day I walked out of the store with my sweet boy, whom we renamed Kit, after the witches’ familiar from the TV show Charmed. A name I very quickly came to love and took as my own nickname, leading to many funny looks when I would talk about him.

One of the first things we did upon getting him home was give him a bath. The cage he had been in was small, but tall, but it seemed only the mother cat ever left the bottom half. Holding a litter of at least 8 kittens, there was only one small litter box and one food and water bowl. My sweet baby had poop dried on the end of his tail and old food all over his feet.

He didn’t mind the bath. He was so curious about the water, and even played with it, splashing around in it and exploring.

Our other cat, Tiggeriss, knew something was up, and she clawed and hissed at the door. It seemed Mother’s worries were well founded. We couldn’t keep them apart. He was curious about her, and she, the Queen Bee of the house, demanded loudly to be made aware of who had entered her kingdom.

We couldn’t get in or out without them trying to dart in or out. Eventually, we put him back in the carrier and brought it into the tiny living room. Tiggeriss was on it in a second, sniffing wildly. I opened the carrier and he walked straight out, innocent little boy that he was. but in that moment, magic happened.

She hissed at him, and in an instant he plopped over onto his side and exposed his belly to her, submitting to her completely. She sniffed him for a bit, and began giving him a bath.

20 minutes later, they were curled up together taking a nap, like they’d known each other their whole lives. Inseparable, as they’d be for the next 17 years.

He fit into our family perfectly, though it still took some adjusting. We had a black mat at the front door, and often on our way out we’d see nothing but two little green eyes looking back at us, the void swallowing the rest of him whole.

Tiggeriss was still always the Queen Bee, but she clearly considered him her son and treated him as such. When they’d eat, she’d let him have any extra of hers he wanted. When we tried playing with her, all strategic and allowing her to track and hunt the toy, he’d come plowing in like the silly little kitten he was and go nuts.

But it also went the other way. Tig hates car rides, panicking every time we have to take her somewhere. She’d scream and yowl and pace around the car staring out every winder desperate for an escape. But Kit? He was as calm as he ever was. On trips where we’d have to hit the highway he’d get a little car sick at first, but otherwise he stayed calm, and that in turn kept her calm.

We moved into a nice house, and bought them a brand new large scratching post, one twice as tall as I was, and almost still is. They loved it, of course. and it still sits beside me as I write this now, showing all the love it’s gotten for the last 17 years.

He was the snuggliest, most affectionate baby. His relaxed and trusting nature never wavered, even around rowdy children. My friends dubbed him “Mush”, for how he would just melt in your arms without a care in the world, and “Mr. Underfoot” for how he’d always follow you around, and constantly be “underfoot” and in the way, just to be around you more.

And he was always, so, so curious. Always wanting to discover new things, new smells, new experiences. Seemingly he’d forget about his exciting adventures the year before, so every winter he’d discover snow all over again.

He became our wonderful Halloween cat, always enjoying being outside and seeing all the kids coming around with us. Sometimes it’d get to be a bit overwhelming, but he’d still enjoy sitting inside the glass door and watching. He was the best living Halloween decoration we ever had.

My Father, who always claimed to dislike cats and felt dogs were so much better, warmed up to him very quickly, deciding Kit was his cat. We would playfully argue about it often, fighting over who got to lay claim to the cat he didn’t want in the first place.

His days were spent ether on Dad’s bed, my bed, or at the foot of my recliner, snuggling with my feet or in my lap, when he wasn’t playing with one of us or Tig.

He was the most loving cat you’d ever meet. I was always horribly bullied in school. I always assumed that if my classmates themselves didn’t kill me, the stress would. I never bothered to think about my future because I assumed I’d never have one. I had resigned myself to a short life, but then I’d come home to his squeaky little meow, the meow that never deepened no matter how old he got because he was neutered a little too early. And I knew I’d be ok. I had to be. I couldn’t leave him behind. He needed me and loved me and I refused to die on him or Tiggeriss, no matter how bad things got.

Because I knew, as soon as I looked into his eyes, those eyes that loved me unconditionally, who didn’t care about me being gay, or my terrible pimples, who didn’t think I was stupid and ugly and worthless, and I knew that was all that mattered. HE was all that mattered.

Those big, beautiful green eyes, gems adorning the velveteen little rumbling furnace that was our beloved never ending ball of fluff.

In fact, we even got a very nice, fancy comb we were warned was so good it was known to cause a balled spot if we combed him in the same spot too much.

We tried once, just to see if we could. We never made a single dent in his fur, no matter how hard we tried.

And his fur was the softest thing I’ve ever felt. It was like owning a large chinchilla, lost in the void of a starless night. Soft, and shiny, with a rumbling motor boat underneath that you could hear from the other side of the room, especially when he got chin scritches, his favorite place for affection.

Once he hit late adulthood, he developed arthritis. It became hard for him to walk and climb, which meant he spent more time snuggling with one of us than he did playing and exploring anymore, but he seemed to get just as much comfort out of it as we did. He always knew when one of us needed a snuggle, like when I got home after having my wisdom teeth removed. I crashed in my chair instantly, but according to Mom, he climbed right up with me and curled up under my arm and napped with me all day.

No matter how much changed as he aged, how active he was, how well he could walk, how aware he was of himself and his surroundings, some things never changed.

He still loved making things difficult because he just wanted to be close to you,

He still loved lying in the sun and munching on the grass just outside our home,

He and Tig would still climb all over me when morning rolled around and they were hungry,

He still loved his favorite spot next to me on my bed,

And snuggling with his loved ones. Even on his last days.

He knew the end was near. When we took him to the emergency vet, she said she was shocked he was still alive, as he was in such bad shape he could go at any moment. He could have just as easily died the night before, but he hung on. He hung on one more night for us. So we could prepare, so I could have one more night with him in my arms. Just one more night.

And there is nothing in the world I am more thankful for than him, and the love he showed me for the last 17 years.

Rest in peace my angel.

You will forever be loved, and never, ever forgotten.

#personal #my angel #my cats #mostlycatsmostly #thank you so much Kit #for everything you did for me #my only wish is that you knew just how much you meant to us #how loved you will always be #I will never forget you and the love you shared with me #you made life worth living #and I will always honor that in your memory #I will continue to live life to the fullest just as you did #with the same pure love and unwavering kindness you shared with us #rest my love #you have more than earned it

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kiirogirl · 5 years ago

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Don't you shiver

25th March 2020

Her first ever date.

Hand in hand round the food stalls.

Brokenhearted when they part with an, "I'm sorry, it won't work. Your legs are just too fat"

That's what the future had in store for her. It's written in her book, after all.

But little, hopeful Nene seems to have forgotten about this little detail when Fuji-kun, one of her hot classmates, asks her out.

Well, it's actually not her fault if her brain short-circuits when a hot guy is involved. It's just how she is.

But she can't blame no one else either if now she feels like her heart has been ripped from her chest and cut into little pieces.

The only thing she can blame is this stupid feeling of hope that grows in her stomach every time she sets her eyes on a boy who seems like a good person. That kind of hope that makes her all giggly inside. The hope of making someone smile by just being herself.

The hope of sharing something special with a boy who makes her happy.

The hope of being loved and appreciated for what she is.

Nene knows she sounds selfish and maybe immature, but she really needs this. She needs to be loved. She needs to know if she ever crosses someone's mind, 'cause sometimes she just feels like she could disappear and nobody would care.

She is literally afraid of this. Afraid of waking up one morning and feeling terribly lonely. Feeling like she isn't enough for anyone, not even herself.

Because it was never about Fuji-kun or Minamoto senpai or that guy she fell for in middle school. Screw them. It has always been about her and her constant attempts to search for love and validation in a relationship with a popular guy.

And no matter how many times she felt rejected, she never gave up. Because her hope, her desire, never faded.

But now.. Now, she feels like something in her has broken.

She's tired of trying, tired of being stepped on… tired of exposing her heart just for it to be tossed away like trash.

That desperation, that fear of being unable to connect to other people in a way that makes her feel like she's worth of someone's love.. It feels more real than ever.

And it hurts. Her chest hurts. Her stomach hurts. Her head hurts.

She feels like she could throw up at any moment.

And it's all because of her stupid legs.

She hates them.

Nene cries loudly, unable to contain herself.

It must be the reason why Hanako finds her. Or maybe it's the bond, at this point she's not sure.

"Yashiro! There you are" he says as he approaches her. She just stays there, sitting on the dirty floor of the school greenhouse, not saying anything. The look of relief in his face suddenly changes when he sees her crying.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Hanako asks, the anger in his voice in contrast with his concerned eyes.

It's actually very rare to see him like this, all serious and not his usual buffoon self.

His worried expression reminds her of when Hanako took his hat off at the confession tree and for a moment she feels the same reassuring warmth she felt back then.

But then Nene remembers that he led her on too, making her feel stupid for hoping he liked her not just because he needs an assistant but because she means something to him. And her chest hurts more than ever before.

Unable to look at Hanako any longer, she lowers her head, trying to hide it between her crossed arms.

Surprisingly, the boy doesn't say anything at all.

It's so quiet that for an instant she thinks he has left, but then she feels a cold body enveloping her and she doesn't need to look to know that it's the ghost.

Nene actually wants to reject him, to yell at him to stop playing with her feelings, to stop pretending that he cares just because of the bond.

But she doesn't.

"Leave me alone" she whispers instead, knowing perfectly well that he won't listen.

"You know I would never leave you alone when you're like this" he just says, softly kissing her temple while caressing her head.

They stay like that for a while, Hanako holding her tight while she cries her heart out.

It's unfair, Nene thinks. It's unfair that a cold, stupid, kind ghost can make her feel so warm inside. It doesn't make any sense.

"You're unfair" she gives voice to her thoughts as she finally raises her head.

"Well, I need you to be more specific than that" he says jokingly, then with his thumbs he delicately wipes away the tears from her eyes.

Nene can feel her cheeks getting warm under his cool touch.

"Better?" then he asks smiling.

"Yes, I think.." that's the only thing she can answer because yes, she momentarily feels slightly better, but her heart still hurts at the thought that she's gonna die alone.

"I'm sorry if this morning I yelled at you. I have no rights to tell you that you can't go on a date" then he says, holding her hands.

"No, I should apologize for calling you a jerk and not listening to you. At the end you were right… I shouldn't have gone with Fuji-kun" she apologizes, looking at their intertwined fingers.

She wonders if Hanako is aware of the chaos he's creating in her head with these little affectionate gestures.

"He said my legs are too fat for him" then she confesses with a bitter smile, "it was written in my book and even if I knew it was coming, it hurt as hell."

Nene can feel the tears forming again at the corners of her eyes but she immediately wipes them away.

"Yashiro.."

Hanako squeezes her hand and "He's the real jerk. He doesn't deserve you" he declares.

"You're saying that just because I'm your assistant" she decides to confront him.

The ghost searches for any trace of irony in her face, but she looks away.

"What? Why would you say that?" he asks incredulously.

"Because it's true. Sometimes I feel like you only pretend to care about me because we're bonded".

"Yashiro, look at me" Hanako says, lifting her chin with his finger. "I don't know if you're joking or not but this is actually the stupidest thing I have ever heard in 60 years" he affirms.

Nene almost feels offended.

"First of all, why would I do that? Second of all, what would I get out of pretending to care for someone? I'm dead! This is so stupid" he seems actually angry.

"But-"

"I really, really care about you, Yashiro. I care way too much about you. I don't know how you could even think about something like that! Why do you think I'm always worried sick about you? Why do you think I'm always trying to protect you? For the same reason I didn't want you to go on that stupid date! It hurts me to see you hurt, ok? And it hurts me that you think so low of me" he concludes. It seems like he won't allow a reply.

"But Hanako-"Nene can't finish her sentence: it's a moment and her mouth is shut by a pair of cold, pink lips, interrupting her line of thought.

She's shocked and her head spins and her heart feels like it's exploding, but she doesn't pull away.

One of Hanako's hand reaches for her face, starting to caress her burning cheek while her mouth is cuddled by his soft, thin lips.

The kiss is brief and sweet and it's enough to make both a blushing mess.

Hanako is the first to pull back and he's as overwhelmed as Nene.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent! I'm terribly sorry!" he yells, getting more and more flustered.

"I" she says, trying to regain her mental abilities.

It was her first kiss. She finally gave her first kiss and it tasted like candies, donuts, summer festivals, fireworks and spaceships. It was perfect.

Nene feels like she could melt at any given moment.

"You shouldn't be sorry, I really liked it" she manages to say and in a spurt of courage she reaches for his lips once again. It's another gentle kiss, but it makes Nene heart race and the butterflies in her stomach go wild.

Hanako is melting too, how ironic. He takes his hat off and "now you understand why you shouldn't think that awful things?" he timidly asks, looking at the hat in his hands.

Nene blushes and nods vigorously, unable to say anything.

Then the boy visibly gulps, raising his look to meet her eyes.

"I know you're in a difficult place right now and that you're emotionally hurt and confused, but I really like you, Yashiro, and I'm sorry if you feel overwhelmed because of all of the stress I'm putting you through. I don't expect you to return my feelings or to give me an answer right away. I want you to take your time to think about it and to recover from your heartbreak. I really want to do things right with you, even if you decide to be just friends. I don't want you to take a decision you'll regret or to rush things. You're very special to me and I just want what's best for you. "

Nene can't help but tear up a little, really touched by the ghost's words. She doesn't really know what to say, feeling too much at once.

But she knows that she really likes Hanako.

"I sure hope this is a real confession" she says as she leaps into his arms, making him laugh.

"It is" he smiles at her, then he leaves a kiss on her forehead.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a certain someone to torture" the boy grins pulling out his knife and making the most terrifying face Nene has ever witnessed.

"Tell me you're not planning to use that on Fuji-kun, please" she says pointing at the weapon.

".... Maybe?"

"Hanako!"

"Ok, ok, I won't torture him."

"Good"

"But maybe a little push down the stairs.."

At this point she just stares disappointed at him.

"So you don't want any kind of revenge?"

"No, I don't want to waste time on that jerk"

"Then we may have a problem…"

"What?"

"I told Kou about your date and he immediately went to that guy to beat him up"

"Kou WHAT?"

"Yeah.. I guess I'll go stop him, then" Hanako says as he disappears, leaving her a last kiss on her head.

Nene just stays there, staring at the spot where the boy disappeared with a blushing face and a storm of butterflies in her stomach.

And maybe there's still hope in her. Maybe she doesn't mind exposing her heart once again…

Because she has the feeling that this time, she will not regret it.

Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23304325

Hope you like it❤️

#hananene #toilet bound hanako kun #nene x hanako #tbhk hanako #tbhk nene #amane yagi #yashiro nene #kou minamoto #fanfic #Hurt/comfort #light angst #Fluff #Hope you like it #ao3 author #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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wincore · 6 years ago

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count to six | lee donghyuck

pairing: haechan x reader

words: 2.7k

prompt: anonymous sent: could you write a boyfriend donghyuck for valentine’s day? i love your writing!

genre: fluff like a LOT of FLUFF

warnings: language (?)

a/n: i wasn’t sure what you wanted anon, please accept my heavy dose of fluff!! also i made it really cheesy again sdfghj i promise i’ll have more plot next time

If you ever, at some point in your life, thought getting stranded in the rain with your boyfriend is romantic, you were terribly wrong. Especially if your boyfriend is a whining mess, more grumbly than usual on a hungry stomach.

You slouch forward onto your knees, thinking you should really start paying attention to the weather forecast, and also to your three year-old of a boyfriend. Donghyuck sulks sitting at the steps to a closed restaurant, the only shelter you could find from the sudden downpour after your afternoon classes. It sucks having extra classes on a weekend, but the gloomy weather is what really ruined your mood. You just hope your notes aren’t soaked from the run you had to make after the suddenness of the first few raindrops.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just make a run for it,” Donghyuck repeats, “I don’t care if I get sick right now.”

“Because, Hyuck, you’re gross when you’re sick,” you state. He’s also grumpier when he’s sick, even worse than when he’s hungry.

Donghyuck frowns, exaggerating his feelings with a show of wiping away invisible tears. His pouted lips turn back to normal when he notices you deliberately ignoring his face.

“Think about it,” he says, looking up before turning to you, “It could be fun!”

“What’s so fun about your nose leaking?” you deadpan.

Donghyuck furrows his eyebrows. “That’s not the point. We don’t have to go to class, and I get to make chicken soup for you.”

The open-mouthed smile on his face is accompanied with an almost hopeful glance, while you suppress your laughter that comes naturally in his presence. It wasn’t like this before, but you’d have quite some trouble admitting you’re the happiest when you’re with him.

“Don’t you like taking care of me too?” he says, sudden teasing in his tone.

“When am I not taking care of you?” you rub your temples as you respond.

The flower pots lining the steps keep their residents facing the sky, as if waiting patiently for the sun to come out again. Donghyuck leans against the railing, his head touching the cold iron, as he sighs dramatically.

“My own lover treating me like a burden,” he says in a distressed tone, enough to land him an acting role at the annual play. “Truly a tragedy, my life is.”

“Gosh, you’re so dramatic,” you complain. “Just sit still for a while till the clouds clear up.”

“But that’ll take so long,” he whines, “And I’m hungry. I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t eat soon.”

You roll your eyes, giving up trying to reason with him. There are times when your boyfriend is cute, and there are times when he’s annoying. Lately, they seem to be merging into making you feel an indescribable flurry of emotions where you want to just kiss him and smack him across the head at the same time. As noisy as he can get, he still looks annoyingly adorable with his lips shaped into a pout and his eyes as wide and resolute as a child’s.

Your temper and emotions go back and forth like a switch when you’re with Donghyuck. One moment, you’re talking casually about things you like and things you want to do, and the other, you’re at each other’s throats. The sort of relationship you have has given your friends a topic to joke about (especially Renjun, who pokes at either of you to tick you off) and while your life never gets devoid of colour, the push and pull can get tiring sometimes.

Right now, you feel exhausted. You’re sure Hyuck is too, and yes, a part of you feels bad for him skipping breakfast and having to go hungry no matter how much he dramatizes it. He’s usually responsible (surprising) but sometimes his mood swings do get the best of him. If you hadn’t known him, you would still be scowling at him and every little thing he does.

The first time you met him, the first day of college to be precise, it was more a mess than anything else. You got off on the wrong foot, and didn’t get along ever since for a very, very long time.

The way he spoke, and still speaks as though rules don’t apply to him, the way he liked to pick a fight with you every time in the cafeteria, the way he shrouded himself with the popular kid vibe—all of it pissed you off. You didn’t like how his teasing used to go too far, whether it was meant for you or anyone else not on his friend list, didn’t like how he was so full of mischief and all sorts of trouble, didn’t like how he was always determined to be the centre of attention. It was hard to find people who didn’t know him, but you found yourself frequently reminding him that he didn’t own the world, that the world wasn’t his best friend. You also hated how he was good at anything he did, the ugly portion of you ensured that. That was all part of Lee Donghyuck, you decided, the most annoying little monster you’ve ever known, the boy whose face made you regret stepping foot on campus.

Looking back on it, you wonder if you realized then that the world is more than black and white after meeting Donghyuck; that it has yellows and oranges, reds and purples too.

“Your face is so annoying,” Donghyuck made sure to tell you in every class you had together.

You glared at him every time and tried your best to ignore him. You never understood how he could be so maddening without any effort at all. It bothered you, however, that at least he was annoyingly loving towards his friends, whereas he never took off his mean demeanour with you.

And as it turned out Lee Donghyuck is also terrible at voicing his emotions. Or so you thought. It’s always been either making a show of overly affectionate kisses or verbal insults and teasing with him, as far as you knew. You, however, weren’t his friend and you deduced he most likely insulted you so frequently because he hated your guts and because of the competitive air of your classes.

The last person you had expected to find in the middle of your mental breakdown was, hence, Lee Donghyuck. You had tears streaming down your red and splotchy face, hugging your knees at some obscure corner of the campus grounds, with the skies getting ready to change colours. You didn’t expect to find anyone, much less Donghyuck there, and the unpredicted state of affairs left you paralyzed in your place.

And the last thing you expected was for Donghyuck to crouch down beside you and place a warm hand on your back. He looked as though he wanted to say something but he refrained, choosing to stay still instead. It was a few minutes of you choking back your sobs when he opened his mouth, his voice sounding unsure, unfamiliar with having to comfort someone in your condition.

“Just,” he says, voice soft, “Just count to six, and pretend it’s over.”

You breathed for the six seconds you’re instructed to count, and look at Donghyuck with a calmer mind. Your heart, however, doesn’t do so well with the closeness between yours and Donghyuck’s faces. The two of you get up hurriedly at the same time, Donghyuck awkwardly clearing his throat before you look at each other again. You were almost surprised to find the same shy smile on both of your faces as you thanked him quietly and parted ways.

The thought of Donghyuck looking your way gave you a different feeling after that evening. When he turned his head in your direction ignoring his friends while they talked, his eyes met yours on accident. There was a moment for which neither of you reacted, a rather tense moment for you, before Hyuck gave you a small smile. It was hard not to reciprocate and that was how things got smoother.

Even so, you found more things you disliked about Donghyuck. You didn’t like the way he thought he wasn’t all that good looking, even if you were to scream it in his face. You didn’t like the way he pretended he didn’t do enough, like he needed more to feel worth something, you didn’t like how he criticized himself continually, looking for ways to improve. The first time you argued as friends was when you found the bruises on his knuckles, the wounds he refused to take care of. It was almost as if he didn’t care about his health sometimes, and it worried you, although you wouldn’t explicitly voice it.

“I’m doing my best,” Donghyuck had reluctantly repeated after you, counting to six before that, despite the hoarseness of his voice.

“Yes, and you should stop forcing yourself to improve,” you chided.

“Gee, okay, mom.”

You glared at him, leaning away defensively, but soon after you had spent the evening having hot chocolate with Donghyuck and laughing at his imitation of Renjun’s face when he found a spider on his bedside table.

To be honest, you were so busy being afraid of Donghyuck giving you sunburns that you had ignored the actual warmth he radiated.

You ended up making more friends than you bargained for, but when you think about it now, the world has always been a little brighter since you’ve known Lee Donghyuck. It’s different now; Donghyuck’s teasing doesn’t affect you, in fact having grown more friendly and affectionate, and every fight you have ends with laughter instead of tired scowls. It became so strikingly different then that people had started to assume your relationship status. It’s frequent you heard people saying that they knew you’d end up like this since the beginning, and that it was so obvious you were into each other. Jaemin and Renjun’s loud teasing didn’t help (“Aww, our Donghyuck-ie is all grown up and falling in love.” “I can’t believe I’m friends with you.”) and although you shrugged it off, your heart was running off elsewhere.

You were more glad than anything to have found a companion that shared the same curiosity, same intensity. Did you actually love bickering with Donghyuck? Absolutely, but it’s not the only thing you enjoyed. You liked that Hyuck was always ready to receive your calls, to set out on any journey, no matter how spontaneous. The time you spent together gave you laughter and fun, thoughts and warmth.

To hear Donghyuck say he liked you had been an entirely new feeling. No matter how much he had planned beforehand, he messed it up in the end, his premature confession leaving you unable to respond. You have to admit though, the bright red of Donghyuck’s ears and the rapid movement of his lips trying explain himself gave your heart a little jump. Your heart got into even more of a frenzy as you cupped Donghyuck’s face (“Lee Donghyuck, you talk too much.” “I- I- huh?”) and flashed him your brightest smile, ending up being the one to officially ask him out.

You don’t know much about the puppy love phase, but the first few months did leave you annoyingly giddy at every touch. You hated how easy it was for him to influence your heartbeat and your breathing, but you loved every minute with him. It’s still fun to explore all the things that make your boyfriend Lee Donghyuck, fun to laugh with him at every date. It’s almost as if the sun’s decided to bask the two of you in its blessings. You almost laugh remembering your first kiss, and the look on Donghyuck’s face. That’s a memory you’re certainly going to keep.

“Let’s make a run for it,” Donghyuck snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Why are you still on that?” you groan.

“We won’t even get wet! Trust me on this,” he explains, moving his arms to emphasize, “The bus stop isn’t even that far away.”

“Oh, we definitely will get drenched. Do you hear the rain?”

Donghyuck glares at you. “Right. I forgot you run at 0.03 miles per hour.”

You take a sharp intake of breath before huffing. “You’re so impatient, Hyuck. Just wait for a bit more. Let’s count to six.”

You hear him mumble the numbers quickly and he ends with a loud ‘six!’. The look you give him makes him slouch again, as he sighs into his hands. You’re determined to wait this out.

“If you’re making me sit here, at least give me something interesting to do.”

“Go fetch.”

Donghyuck wraps an arm around you to hold you in an aggressive yet affectionate manner, shaking you slightly while questioning your affections for him, and it ends in laughter on both parts.

“I swear you don’t think of me as your boyfriend- am I just a cute puppy to you?” Donghyuck complains.

“You’re not even cute.”

Donghyuck twists his lips into a pout, batting his eyelashes, and you laugh once again.

“Fine. Maybe a little.”

You think you’ve spent at least half an hour more, as you rest your head against Donghyuck’s shoulders. The rain doesn’t stop yet, and you grow uneasy by the minute. Will it really take all afternoon?

Donghyuck suddenly gets up. He peers down at you with a blank face before crouching to grab your hand and pull you up.

“I have decided that I no longer care if you hate me,” he informs you, before dragging you out into the heavy downpour.

“H-hyuck!” you can barely speak as you’re hit with rain and wind. You know you’re going to be soaked through after barely a few minutes. Rains like these hardly show mercy to the unlucky. You don’t want to get sick, and god forbid you missing your classes right before your finals.

Hyuck suddenly stops midway, to turn and look at you. The rain still pours, although it’s lessened quite a bit since you made your sudden journey.

“Hyuck, what are you doing?! Are you crazy?” you wail.

“You’re being too uptight,” he pouts. “Besides, didn’t you say you like this kind of thing?”

“What thing?” you ask, and immediately regret it when Hyuck steps forward with a heart-fluttering smile, and the two of you stand there getting drenched. He cups your face and slowly leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, your chests touching and you barely register the taste of rain before he pulls away.

Your cheeks feel like they’re burning despite the cold as you try to muster coherent words to shoot at your boyfriend and his unpredictable decisions. Does he really not care about consequences?

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Donghyuck says, his hair a wet mess and raindrops rolling down his face. But he’s smiling so bright, it’s like the sun has left the sky to stand in front of you.

“You cheesy fucker,” you accuse. Donghyuck doesn’t do things he dislikes very often, which means all the times he made fun of you for cooing at romance movies were not very accurate in representing in his true feelings.

“You didn’t pull me here just to kiss me in the rain, did you?” you ask, genuinely confused.

Donghyuck scratches the back of his head, suddenly shy as he speaks through his pout. “You’re the one who likes that kind of stuff. I was just…being considerate! You know? I didn’t really plan it…to be honest.”

You laugh, your shoulders shaking. Donghyuck’s eyes light up with a smile as he looks at you.

“I think we’re both very stupid,” you say.

“Yes, we’re standing in the rain, getting wet for no reason right now,” Donghyuck nods thoughtfully, as you grab his hand and rush towards the bus stop.

The bus driver might have looked at the two of you rather disdainfully as you climbed onto bus, wet steps trailing behind you, but it didn’t really matter when you had an excuse to stick closer to each other on the seats. Donghyuck intertwined his fingers with yours, a satisfied hum playing on his lips, as you placed your head against his shoulder. You still think heavy rains are awful, but this time might just be an exception.

(Note: You didn’t get sick, surprisingly. Did the kiss embarrass you enough to keep you warm?)

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FULL NAME: Steven Grant Rogers MEANING: Crown, Wreath NICKNAME: Steve, Stevie, Cap, Daddy MEANING: Steve’s a shortened version of his name; Stevie was a nickname started by his mom and picked up by Bucky; Cap is usually what the team calls him; Daddy is Elise’s name for him :) AGE APPEARANCE: Appears 30, is actually 102 BIRTHDAY: July 4th, 1917 ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Cancer SPECIES: Enhanced Human GENDER: Cis Male ALLERGIES: None SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual THEME SONG(S): America’s Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy; Dancing with Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley; Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde/Light Brown HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Close cut in the back with a little bit extra on top. Think Infinity War style hair. EYES COLOR: Blue EYESIGHT: 20/20, now. Holy shit it was terrible before the serum. HEIGHT: 6″2′ WEIGHT: 230 lbs OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: The uniform is a must on mission but when he’s being Steve and not Captain America it’s kahkis and plaid shirts and button ups and old man clothes. ABNORMALITIES: None. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Stretch marks along hips and stomach area from serum, small injection scars from the serum, and that’s about it. Maybe some moles here and there. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Steve always looks put together okay, the 40s shoved that into him and won’t let go. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: People either underestimate him because they think he’s a “dumb blonde” or immediately respect him because he’s Captain America. SKIN COLOR: White mixed BODY TYPE/BUILD: Lean, Muscular, built like fucking truck with a tiny ass waist. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: It’s either “I have no idea what I’m doing” or “you WILL follow orders” there’s no in between. POSTURE: Honestly it depends? Steve makes himself smaller and tries not take up too much space but Cap? Takes up space and commands the room when walking in. PIERCINGS: None. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Steve’s voice has a subtle Brooklyn accent and takes on a softer tone than you’d expect out of him. His voice hardens and deepens when he goes in Captain mode.

RELATIONS:

MOM: Sarah Rogers HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Steve’s mom was his whole world before she died. Sarah took care of him when he was sick and her death almost ruined him. DAD: Joseph Rogers HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Joseph died when Steve was young, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember how terrible his father was. The man was abusive and the day he got shipped off to WW1 was the best day for Steve and Sarah. SIBLINGS: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: N/A PAST LOVER(S): Peggy Carter (Ex-Crush) CURRENT LOVER: Elise Burke and Bucky Barnes REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: Steve can talk to anyone okay, he makes friends with everyone he meets. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: Steve is a team player you cannot tell me he isn’t. HOW SOCIABLE(LONER,ETC): Steve is basically a puppy he’s sociable and outgoing. FRIENDS: The Avengers team, Wanda Maximoff, Elise, Bucky. PETS: Scout, a golden retriever. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Bullies, men who take advantage of other people. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Protective, Will do anything and everything for his kid. FAVORITE PEOPLE: Elise, Bucky, Clint, Thor, the rest of the Avengers LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE: Red Skull, Bullies, ignorant people.

PERSONALITY:

..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: ? Distant, Confident, and Inspiring ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Affectionate, Warm, Funny. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Intimidating, Closed Off, Guarded. FAVORITE COLOR: Blue FAVORITE FOOD: New York Style pizza, hot dogs, anything covered in cheese thanks. FAVORITE ANIMAL: Doggos FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Saxophone FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Anything from the 40s. LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Emus, the bullies of the animal kingdom. LEAST FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Honestly none of them? LEAST FAVORITE ELEMENT: Water HOBBIES: Art, slow dancing, warm baths or lounging in sunlight. USUAL MOOD: Friendly and approachable but also keeping a slight aura of leadership.

DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope, not really. None of them have much affect on him and he was too sick to get into the 40s habit of smoking. DARK VERSION OF SELF: Most likely brainwashed into believing Hyrda is right, follows any order without hesitate or regard for civilian life, the “perfect Soldier”. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Intelligent, quick to make a call that will save as many people as possible, rushing headlong into trouble to help out a civilian. HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: In Cap mode? Full on serious nothing can make him crack, but as Steve? He’s somewhere in the middle. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: No. If so his dad would probably be hanging around and he doesn’t want that. (IN)DEPENDANT: Both honestly? Like Steve likes to pretend to be this independent person who doesn’t need help, but he also secretly craves it. So I’d say somewhere in the middle. SOFT SPOT/VULNERABILITY: BUCKY AND ELISE, failing the team or not saving something, doing something without regard to personal safety or well being. OPINION ON SWEARING: Steve won’t curse in public okay, that’s the 40s “good Catholic boy” upbringing in him but in private? He was in the army and BUCKY IS HIS BEST FRIEND :) DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Steve “I don’t know what a parachute is” Rogers is the opposite of cautious. MUSIC TYPE: Older, softer music. MOVIE TYPE: Romantic Comedies, Comedies in general, Musicals. BOOK TYPE: History books, and then he gets mad about facts that are wrong. GAME TYPE: Cards, maybe? Those have been around for a while so they haven’t changed that much. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Steve would rather die than be cold. He enjoys warmer weather and sunshine and just not being cold. SLEEPING PATTERN: Steve’s an old man that’s in bed before 10 and up at like 8. He also takes up A TON of space in the bed and basically smothers whoever he’s sleeping with. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Steve prefers things to be neat and orderly but isn’t bothered by a little mess. As long as it doesn’t get too bad or become a habit. DESIRED PET: So many dogs. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Doodling on scrap papers, boxing, lounging around in sunshine or warm spaces. BIGGEST SECRET: I feel like Steve really doesn’t have secrets? Maybe his dad being abusive because he doesn’t really want to talk about it. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Bucky and Elise. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: A golden retriever. FEARS: Being trapped in a cold, tight space, losing Elise or Bucky, failing the team and causing someone’s death, being lost in time again. COMFORTS: Elise’s perfume and Bucky’s aftershave, running laps with Scout, his mom’s old records, and reruns of old cartoons.

HOW DO THEY ACT WHEN THEY ARE:

SAD: Steve distants himself when he’s sad. A leader isn’t allowed to show weakness and sadness is one. He also likes talking through things that make him sad. HAPPY: Playful, energetic, probably smothering you with his biceps on accident because he gets touchy feely and wants a hug. ANGRY: Depending on how angry; it’s either the “you’ve messed up” face of disappointment or cold fury with biting, harsh words. Fists will also be thrown if he gets angry enough. AFRAID: Again, this is a weakness a leader isn’t supposed to show so Steve tries to hide it as much as possible. He withdraws and hides away until he works it out on his own or someone finds him. LOVE SOMEONE: SAY HELLO TO YOUR NEW BODYGUARD/BEST FRIEND. Steve will literally do anything for someone he loves. Anything. He’s loyal beyond believe and up for anything they ask him. HATE SOMEONE: Steve doesn’t hate that many people but those he does quickly realize that an angry Captain America is not something you want coming at you. WANT SOMETHING: Steve? Allowing himself to get what he wants? Don’t know her. He’s the definition of “waiting over 70 years to tell my best friend i love him” type of guy. CONFUSED: You know that cute look dogs get when they’re confused and trying to work things out? That’s Steve thanks.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO:

DANGER: Danger is Steve’s middle name because he cannot stop himself from running headfirst into it. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Steve gets confused because he still sees himself as the tiny 90 pound scrawny kid and nobody really wanted that. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Steve’s not against the idea of marriage, but it’s also not something he knows they can really do? So I don’t really know how he’d react to that. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Each loss feels like a personal defeat for Steve so it’s twice as bad. But after losing pretty much everyone he’s ever cared about (even if Bucky came back) it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: That’s something that gets tossed aside until he has time to work it out, or send it to someone that can solve it quicker. INJURY: Steve gets injured and doesn’t realize it until after the mission is over like every time they go out. However, if one of his team gets injured, he’s taking down whoever hurt them. SOMETHING IRRESISTABLY CUTE: Steve immediately wants to go over and hold whatever it is. Babies, dogs, you name it. LOSS OF HOURS OF WORK: ........no this doesn’t happen.

KNOWLEDGE:

LANGUAGES: English, ASL, French, a little German. SCHOOLING LEVEL: High School & Some Art School FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Art, History, & Writing INTERESTED CAREERS: An artist, maybe? EXPERTISE: Combat, Shield Mastery, Master Tactician, Enhanced capabilities PUZZLES: Puzzles take him a minute but the serum helps him figure them out rather quickly. CHEMISTRY: Chemistry is probably NOT Steve’s forte but he can follow along with basic things. MATH: Again, not his forte but he understand basic things. Plus throwing the shield takes some math skills. ENGLISH: Steve was surprisingly good at English in school, from interpreting things to reading above grade level. It was one of the few interests he had that didn’t make him sicker. GEOGRAPHY: Steve can read and understand maps. POLITICS/LAW: Politics and the Law are Steve’s thing. He frequently fights against people on the internet about their political views and will fight against laws he doesn’t agree with. ECONOMY/ACCOUNTING: The economy doesn’t really interest Steve, but he’s fully aware of the class divide and how bad some people have it. Current situations remind him a lot of pre-Depression times so he tries to help out as much as possible. COOKING: Steve cannot cook, he tries but cannot. SEWING: Sarah taught Steve at a young age how to sew because “if you’re going to keep ruining your clothes it’s time you learned to fix ‘em yourself STEVEN”. MECHANICS: Steve knows OF cars yes. BOTANY (FLOWERS): Besides the fact that flowers are a thing? Not so much. MYTHOLOGY: This is probably another subject Steve doesn’t know much about, it conflicts with his Catholic views he had growing up. DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): God Steve hates even thinking about this because of the Cap tour. Ouch. READING LEVEL: Above average. Steve read for fun while sick so he’s well above where he should be. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Steve lives off planning ahead okay. It’s his JOB as team leader to be 4 steps ahead of everyone and the bad guys. Rip Steveo.

ROMANCE:

DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: No, not really. He’s more content to be pulled around and go with the flow. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): In public? Shy, 40s boy out to play. In private? Probably the same what a loser. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Gentleman-like, please. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: S L O W as fuck. PROTECTIVE: Hi hello have you met Steve? ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: B O T H. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Steve’s always bringing home flowers or gifts just because. Things for Elise to wear or a plant for the house? Also a random homeless puppy? Yeah Steve’s probably brought it all home at some point. TYPE OF KISSER: Honestly, Steve’s probably soft because he’s a soft boy but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times when he can be rough :) DO THEY WANT KIDS: He can’t have them but he wouldn’t mind having one. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes, even though he really cant. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Bad decisions are unintentionally made because Steve is a reckless idiot. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Y E S. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Steve likes making sure both Elise and Bucky are well taken care of even at the expense of his own pleasure okay. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not really? After everything they’ve all been through none of them really have to worry about anything. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: You mean beating up people that do this? Hell yeah. MARRY FOR MONEY: Nope. FAVORITE POSITION: Steve enjoys being plowed by Bucky while Elise is on top of him thanks. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: Naked art time. Just using Bucky and Elise as a canvas and making a mess while doing it? Yes please. OPINION ON SEX: Sex was always something Steve wasn’t really interested in? Mostly because nobody wanted him (or so he thought) but now that he has two people that always want him? It’s a good workout and way to spend time with his two favorite people.

#char: steve rogers #steve: bio

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disneydreamlights · 5 years ago

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Pick five random questions (and also do the post apoc question as a sixth ;3) for Ticole, NiNick, Skyuuya, Matt/Luca, and whatever tf your otp for dark materials is?? i haven't been keeping up with your trash so idk what to ask for that one but also indulge yourself in your current trash plz

Yu I’ve been sitting here just like “I’m so sorry you asked” about that HDM pairing for the past ten minutes.

Partially because of the self indulgence and mostly just because they’re a train wreck.

I’m just gonna go in order for once because like...does anybody following me even care about this series? Or is this going to be me being self indulgent like I normally am with my oc ships. XD

Ticole:

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

Absolutely Tip. He lacks self confidence to such a strong degree. One the flip side, Nicole is great at being there to comfort him, either by reminding him that everything’s okay and that he’s loved or by providing whatever it is he needs and wrapping him in a blanket burrito.

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

I refuse to take criticism that for Tip this isn’t the time that they were in Dragonspyre after reuniting and Tip started meowing at Nicole because he was very tired and she was just like “That’s cool you’re alive” because she was so relieved to have an alive Tip.

For Nicole, it probably would have something to do with her falling asleep in the middle of doing something. I have a lot of thoughts on the idea of her spending a lot of super late nights reading once he falls asleep and she just ends up falling asleep in the middle of it because she’s not paying attention to the time. It’s hard in general for Nicole to get embarrassed in front of Tip because he’s just so naive about everything.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Mostly animated things. I see them watching a lot more wholesome movies and given Nicole’s origins, she’s very obviously a Disney fan. She also gets the final vote since what they’re watching isn’t important to Tip.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

Mmm this is an interesting question. On one hand, they’re badass and together nearly unstoppable even in the pre-revival stuff (which is what I’m going to focus on in general because that’s a more fun Ticole anyways) so the chance of anything taking one of them down once they make it to shelter? Unlikely. They probably serve as pillars of emotional stability and comfort for each other as they keep themselves safe from zombies.

But this comes with a stipulation. They’re untouchable so long as everything they love is safe.

It’d be unlikely for anything to happen to Ian or Charles but if it did, it’s pretty likely that Tip at least would fall apart. So this could end up bad.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Not counting worlds where they almost died??? I don’t think they would. Like literally the only place I could think of would be the bedroom because sex between the two of them? Super daunting there’s a reason I skipped the sex question every time RNG pulled it up.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

Oh dear god 95% of the annoyance with them I guarantee is directed at Nicole. Nicole is overprotective as shit over Tip and it gets to be ridiculous. The first couple of times she’s angry over somebody hurting Tip it’s scary but afterwards. “Nicole. Nicole plz. I know you’re upset but Nicole listen please shut up Tip’s fine. Nicole.”

I’m honestly surprised Ian hasn’t done anything yet tbh about this.

NiNick:

1. Who makes the first move and how?

I’m like...95% certain the person to take the leap was Nina? I don’t remember it’s been ages since I read the scene.

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

They take nights out? *shot*

No in all seriousness, these two when they do go out for the night probably have super romantic times. Nick’s supposed to be a romantic, so I could see him setting up candlelit dinners, figuring out the best showtime to watch the movie Nina’s really wanted to see, really doing the most to make their night out all the more special.

8. What do they like in bed?

Oh my god.

Nina’s not vanilla so her kinks go as far as Nick’s will that is all I will say on the subject.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

They try to keep moving on. I feel like they both alternate who’s functional on different days. Some days it’s both, and when it is they’re valuable resources to wherever they are. When one isn’t, I’d imagine the other just holds them while they try to cope with the fear and loss. There probably is some sex involved in all of this, because they can use it to help them forget that the world is ending and who knows when their next time could be their last.

Thankfully at least, they’re also social creatures. I’d imagine the two of them would stay in groups for as long as possible.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

Nina? Absolutely big amusement park nerd. I don’t think it matters where Nick wants to go she absolutely plans all her vacations around the fact that they might be able to stop by some kind of amusement park.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

Somebody please stage an intervention for their sex habits. Please.

Skyuuya

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Emphasis first of all in that these touches are always not sexual, but I can see Yuuya just always reaching for her as like small little gestures. Grabbing her hand if he notices she’s starting to panic. Giving her a hug when she seems just a little down. Just all sorts of reassuring small touches that absolutely mean a lot.

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

When they find the time to have a night out uninterrupted, I’d imagine it’s whatever dates Yuuya manages to come up with near where they’re based. This could be anything from beach trips to theme parks to nice dinners. It’s not really a specific thing they plan on a night out so much as just enjoying each other’s company for them.

But that being said I also see them sometimes just enjoying the peaceful nights by relaxing together for once and trading stories and talking. Like of course Yuuya wants to go all out on these dates but it’s despair world. He literally can’t because you always gotta be on guard so they make the most of it however possible.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Yuuya would be the most doting fuck if Sky got sick. She keeps telling him to stop. He’s gonna get sick. He really needs to stop. Except he absolutely doesn’t and brings her tissues and soup and wraps her in ten thousand blankets and “YUUYA IT’S A COLD I’M NOT DYING I DON’T NEED THIS MANY BLANKETS” except he’s not doing it because he thinks she’s going to die, he’s doing it because she’s Sky and absolutely deserves the best care she could ever get.

Then once he gets sick afterwards she throws a box of tissues at his head. granted she’s also making sure Yuuya has everything he needs for a full recovery from the cold but that’s less relevant.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

They start preparing to kill zombies. They’re the couple who just shows up on a motor cycle with their back towards each other and start shooting. They’re the zombie apocalypse dream team. They’re certified badasses. They’ll be fine.

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

First kiss after the prison (and not the peck Sky did to fluster Yuuya after getting together) is probably a little bit after the game??? Like they’re both together and spending time anchoring each other but like so much stuff went down and it’s just a lot to unload? And it’s not so much the where that matters but the when. Because I really would like to imagine like they’ve spent so much time worried and searching for their little siblings who mean the absolute world to them they have kinda put their relationship on the backburner in terms of being overly affectionate. And then they just finally find Sera and Sakuya and Hiyoko and they’re sitting there talking later that night and overwhelmed by emotions over the whole thing and idk who starts it but it’s like a “I’m really so glad we finally succeeded we found them” kiss.

Pre-PoD though? That’s a lot less happy. So I know we discussed that like...some really bad shit goes down and they start off not really getting along and gradually growing to care about each other because of an event that really forces them to understand the other? Well all I can imagine is whatever the terrible thing that happens is that really makes them get along? It happens. And of course even though they’re supposed to not like each other, but the other one of them is still listening to the other and supporting them because that hatred has been gone for a really long time and just like the one who’s hurt realizing that the other one has been there the whole time and they just realize “fuck I really like them” and somewhere in all this the kiss happens. So I guess in their room in the future foundation would be the answer to this.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

Why don’t they? *shot*

Well, for one, there’s definitely some things they need to work out. Yuuya is still a spy. Sky still has her duties as a Keyblade Wielder. Both have ties to literally different worlds and different duties and they need to figure out how to make that work, and how to work on being in a relationship despite the possibility of not seeing each other for months.

There’s also one very specific scenario we discussed, the one that cemented Leone’s hate for his dad because he thought that Yuuya ditched them or died? They definitely have serious talks over that. I mean, Yuuya’s probably around his thirties by that point. He’s not young anymore and death is a very real threat for him, just like it is for Sky. They both probably have to address that. Which speaking of Leone, they also probably have a lot to talk about given he’s their son and has awful darkness issues.

Luca/Matt

3. Who is the most romantic?

I could write an essay on this but we both know it’s gonna be Luca.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

The movies vary, but given Luca’s taste? It’s either absolutely shit or a horror movie, there’s no real way around it. And Luca tries to give Matt the final vote because he knows he struggles with keeping attention so he wants to give Matt like...the best chance of being able to keep himself focused and comfortable during the movie, but he ends up with the final vote anyways.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

So long as Matt and Lila are fine? Luca’s doing awesome the entire time. He serves primarily as the moral support, and encourages his best friend and boyfriend to survive.

Now why did I mention Lila? Because if something happened to either of them, that’s it. Luca’s shutting down completely. This boy is so reliant on them that he literally would be just done for in a zombie apocalypse.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

Whichever one is at fault will like apologize. If Luca’s at fault, he’ll do it after he’s calmed down but if Matt’s the one at fault he’s probably immediately apologizing. Then once they’re both chill I see them talking about it and the make up is probably in the unsaid “we’re working on our issues together.”

That being said this is Luca so true confrontations are probably pretty rare.

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

Luca’s apartment, after Luca nearly fucks up Matt still kisses him anyways. Luca questions if his boyfriend has taste or sanity immediately afterwards.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

This is a twofold question.

It does not work between them the first time because Matt is a cultist who literally betrays Luca’s trust because he’s in fact working against him. This in turn is the last crack on Luca’s faliling mental health and he shatters and they very obviously have a lot to work on.

But once they get back together, because they do have the ability to work through it all? They work because they know better. Luca is all in and he loves Matt, and he brings out the best in Matt I’d like to think. They put forth the effort to be better and make it work because they both love each other, and so it works.

HDM Ship (Ma/sriel)

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Asriel. I could elaborate but the scene at the end of S1 really does speak for itself on this one. Of course Marisa doesn’t do the greatest job of this either or else the series wouldn’t exist.

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

I really had to think on this one but Marisa. She’s the younger of the two and despite her excellent facade in the series I do think her emotions would be a bit more free than Asriel’s, who’s shown to be emotionally in control for like the entire series. In spite of this it’s still an incredibly rare thing. We’re talking every once in a while, not frequent.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

First of all they tease the other mercilessly. Neither Asriel nor Marisa are particularly doting (not until near the end of their life anyways) so they’re not the type to drop everything to take care of the other, especially since their relationship is secret in the first place. That being said they do make sure to check to make sure the other is alright when sick. Marisa probably brings some medicine and Asriel who funny enough I see as slightly more doting in this instance does his best to bring her things after she’s recovered (since she ya know, has to deal with the whole actually having a husband thing this is an affair why is this the ship hell I sunk into.)

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

God they’re probably studying the zombies to figure out how they came about because they’re like scientists. I hate this. XD

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

They don’t. I ship this but it’s highly dysfunctional. Marisa and Asriel are both stubborn and pigheaded and a part of me would honestly believe for them that fighting is a part of foreplay. Occasionally one might apologize for a fight but it’s not like either of them will really budge on either of their positions (well okay that’s a lie. At the end of TAS Marisa has decided god has to go too but that took three books to get there, and it’s still not so much because she hates religion so much as if he doesn’t die her daughter will and she would do anything for Lyra.)

But on the flipside, they also forgive each other? Like it’s like...they’ll fight, neither will apologize, but both sides will accept it. Because even when their relationship is absolutely at their worst and they hate each other for twelve years, they still care. Asriel is one of the only two things to get an emotional reaction out of Marisa. Marisa is one of the only two things to get an emotional reaction out of Asriel.

It’s really hard to explain, it’s less like they’d ever make up and more like they would just move on from the argument. They only have so much time to waste on it.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Um literally everywhere. These two are literally having an affair behind Marisa’s husbands back they aren’t going to go broadcasting it. That being said it’s mostly travels around London that get bad. The farther away they get from Marisa’s home the more likely they are to throw caution to the wind. And of course when they’re doing research they also tend to be a lot less nervous because there’s nothing wrong about it that could cause them trouble (on the surface).

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The Rabbit on the Moon Part 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warning: Mature; depictions of abuse, Illegal activities, smoking/drinking

Words: 5.4 K

Summary: The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself.

When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time?

A/N: This series is a part of Kitten’s Little Flame universe.

I (M). II. III. IV. V. Masterlist

Puckering his lips, he took his last long drag from the cigar smashing the molten tip in an ash tray. In a sigh, he let out a cinereal cloud in delight. He chuckled out tides of smoke rippling into the cloud. He stood up unbuckling his belt buckle, letting the loops hang loose at his waist under his hanging gut. Outstretching his hand, he shook Mr. Shin and his associates hand, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Shin.” He turned to me holding up his pants with one hand, “Kitty, escort these men back out. Excuse me gentlemen, I have two bunnies waiting for me.” Yates left me behind with his business partners walking out with a pep in his step. I slipped one hand at a time behind the tray wiping my sweaty palms on the skirt of my uniform. My focus wasn’t on his words so much, but about what should I do next. Should I try to get the paper back? Should I beg for forgiveness now? Maybe play it off like it never happened?

The trembling didn’t stop, and I wasn’t able to prevent my hands from slipping on the tray. I bowed to them as I held the door open for them, “Mr. Shin, this way, please.” I refused to meet their eyes as I let the three men pass. I caught their scent again, it was stronger this time around. Mr. Shin lagged readjusted his clothing and crouching down to retightening his shoe laces. He snuck the paper out from under his heel into the side of his shoe. He stood up following behind his associates. The hallway was empty as usual. The tension in my muscles were so tight I shuffled like a plank of wood. My tail flicked behind me in small jolts and my ears twitched matching every step they took. I kept behind them near Mr. Shin, leading them towards the stairs. One of the men broke the tension, “Hmm… I wonder if he knows these paintings are fake?” I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t, the bile was too thick in my throat. I may throw up if I have to open up my mouth.

Mr. Shin slowed his pace walking in line next to me speaking barely above a whisper, “are there cameras in the hallway?” My blood ran cold. There was no one to save me, I was alone in this hallway surrounded by canines and a buck. I stepped back distancing myself from them ready to run, “no-no, there isn’t misters.” Mr. Shin stopped his associates signaling with his hands to them, immediately they went into action. They all gazed up towards the ceiling, looked behind curtains even paintings surveying the area. I looked back and forth between them trying to find what they were looking for but saw nothing just the same old walls.

Abruptly my arms were yanked towards Mr. Shin bringing me face first in his firm chest. I dropped the tray on the floor with a muffled clatter. I clench my fist in his shirt trying to distance myself. The look in his eyes were feral, even more brooding with his loose chestnut bangs hanging over his eyes. I let out a small whine, but it was muffled when Mr. Shin’s hand covered my mouth. Was this the end? Was I going to die here? I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the impact of his hand or any fitting reprimanding, but it never came. I didn’t open my eyes, but I muttered behind his hand, “please, please don’t hurt me. I can’t—I can’t leave my baby behind.” Hot tears fell from my eyes rolling over his fingers. His eyes soften feeling the liquid releasing slightly on the tight grip. He kept his hand over my mouth but whispered, “if I let go, will you promise not to scream?” I hiccupped from air deprivation. I took a few seconds to focus, but I nodded in assurance. My life was in their hands, I was going to play by their rules.

An associate of his nearby pulled away from a painting, “Kitty, if that is your name, we are here to,” searching the hallway once, “help you.” My eyes were wide as boulders, I wasn’t going to die? These men were here to help me? The man, who just released me, brought my attention back to him, “Look, we don’t have a lot of time, but we need your cooperation. So, let me make this clear to you—.” He paused momentarily waiting for my confirmation that I was listening. I broke contact for a split second looking back and forth between his associates, but ultimately landed on the eyes of the buck. "Before the auction, I want you to let the others known that you all will be rescued. Can you do that for me? Can you trust us?” Rescue. He was going to rescue us. This man was putting in as much trust to me as I was him. He didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t him, but it was there. I wanted to—no need to grasp his hand. I nodded repeatedly, “as long as you save my baby, that’s all that matters.” He nodded briefly, the promise was set.

Footsteps from down the corridor rung out in a familiar heavy pattern. Mr. Shin pushed me up against the wall banging my head slightly upon impact. The pain wasn’t terrible, but I held a grip tighter on him from the sudden rotation. He buried his head into the crevice where my shoulder and neck meet nuzzling affectionately. My heart squeezed, holding my breath until I was forced to breath out a bit harshly. Mistress continued towards the lot of us, smiling towards the guest. She didn’t pay me any mind. I turned away from her, if these guys weren’t here to punish me, she was. Mr. Shin pulled out of my neck addressing Mistress, “I’m sorry Mistress, Kitty here was just too irresistible.” I blushed lowering my head, and my eyes landing somewhere on the floor. She scoffed under her breath, but still held a polite tone, “I’m sorry Mr. Shin, she’s not a part of the auction. I could arrange for a personal meeting though?” He held up his hand towards her, “there is no need Mistress, I have a toy at home. I should be getting back. Thank you for your hospitality.” Mistress’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, but she smiled back none-the-less. She looked towards me finally, “I will be escorting these men from here on, get back to work.” I bowed to her removing myself from the group, “yes, Mistress.”

As she passed by you leading them down the hall, she muttered quietly, “tramp, keep your hands off the guest.” I stayed in the bent over position until they were down the stairs clear from the area. My knees gave out and I became boneless. They wanted to help. They wanted to help. They wanted to help. I couldn’t hold back the tears, they returned full force. I sobbed letting it all out, the years of pent up frustration, anger and fear. Help, they were going to help. Luna was going to be saved. There wasn’t no time to waste, I had to let everyone know. The auction was in less than twenty-four hours away and I had to notify over a hundred staff members.

Once they were far enough from the estate Jungkook pulled on his tight tie loosening it, “that fucker thinks we hybrids are toys. I can’t wait to get my hands on him tomorrow.” The other officers were doing the same pulling off the wigs covering their ears and loosening the buckles of their pants relieving their tails. The two golden Labradors, Wang and Bam Bam, shook their head releasing their golden, floppy ears sighing in relief. Kim, the driver, tossed his wig at Wang in the backseat to pack into duffle bag for their costumes. They pressed the switch turning off the recording wire taps on their clothing. Youngjae designed these flat recording chips that look like normal buttons that could be placed over existing buttons on a shirt. Jackson spoke into his recorder before switching it off, “hear that Yates, we’re coming for you.”

Jeon sat back in his seat fading out from the noisy atmosphere in the car. The terrified look in the poor maid’s eyes haunted him. He hated it, he hated seeing the way that Yates paraded his hybrids around. She even mentioned a child? He reclined in his seat sighing when Wang broke his inner monologue, “God, did you smell the stress in the house? And the naked bunnies? What kind of sick game is he playing?” Jungkook leaned down to pull out the note from his shoe and the two in the back seat leaned in watching over his shoulder. “What’s that Jeon?” Jeon shrugged his shoulder smelling the paper for anything odd, but it just smelled of trash. He unfolded the paper and in sloppy hand writing he made out the words clear a day. He read out loud for everyone, “save us.” Anger boiled in him and the others were equally feeling the same when the aura in the car changed. It was now or never to save these hybrids. This invasion couldn’t hold off, women and children’s life were at risk.

Last night I took the leap of faith, time was precious. From years of observing, I noticed the guards never check if the door was locked after latching the door. They just assume it locks, but tonight it won’t. I crouched with my back to the wall near the door with a wooden stir spoon I stole from the kitchen. I flipped the spoon around holding the ladle in the palm of my hand waiting for go time. Earlier when all feline hybrids were settling and preparing their matts, I tapped on the wall garnering everyone’s attention. I stood up shakily shushing everyone, listening for any guards in the hallway. Once it was silent and all eyes were on me I began signing 911, each number slowly at a time.

No one spoke afterwards or even signed back at me, so I repeated it once again. Luna tugged on my night shirt changing everyone direction of vision. All fifty eyes were on Luna and I, waiting as she signed out one finger with pleading eyes. I nodded smiling whole heartedly signing back one with confidence. I shook my hand turning to everyone sticking my hand in the air, so I was sure they all saw the single digit. I heard a croak of a wail coming from the other end of the room. Before tears were breaking out, I mouthed out to the ones closet to me, who could see my mouth clearly, “tomorrow…auction,” then repeated 911 with my fingers. The ones closest to me passed the message all the way back to the front of the cell. Luna pulled me down hugging me strongly. I patted her head assuring her that help was on the way. Tomorrow was the last day, the last day you had to be called Kitty by the Devil.

When the coast was clear, and all the felines were in bed, I assumed position. They don’t allow the morning staff and night staff to intersect. When they close the night staff’s cell, they wait for a small window of time before they open the bunnies cell across the way. This method is to ensure no one skips out of work or does some underhanded scheming. Everything had a reason and purpose in this house. I stood opposite of the sliding metal door waiting patiently. When the shadows of the Doberman approached, I held my breath as I pressed myself closer against the wall. A guard stood in the doorway reckless scanning over the sleeping cats. The secondary Doberman tapped on the wall clearing the guard in the doorway to close the door. The solid detention door was heavy. It was only meant to be opened or closed by the Doberman’s, not the weak maids. Because of the heavy weight, it had an adjustor to prevent it from slamming shut, but glide shut. In truth, this was to prevent any guest above in the main floor from knowing of the basement.

The guard clutched the handle with two hands and dragged it parallel along the track. Right before it shut I wedged the spoon on the track near the door frame. The spoon was small enough that it would only a small crack between the door and the wall. The guard would be able to latch the lock on the outside of the door. I patiently waited, holding the spoon steady to hear the final clanking of metal clasping shut. I watched the shadows under the door retreat towards the main door. The second clanking and clasping of the door locked into place bathing the cell’s in darkness. It was a countdown ‘till the switch in shifts from here on, I had to work fast.

I slid the wooden spoon deeper into the gap. I wedged and slid the spoon then dragged it upwards until I hit the latch. My fingers were small enough to fit through, so I wiggled just above the spoon fitting in between the inch of space. I fished for the knob on the latch by worming my finger around the cool metal. Once I found it, I tapped around swiping it in the opposite of the dock. It took a few tries, but eventually it gave and moved out enough to slide the door open. I looked back in the room catching Luna sitting up at the other end with her back against the wall. Her ears were flat resting against her head silently asking for you to return. I shushed her with a finger to my lips, then signed okay. It was the only way I could give her some reassurance.

I slid the spoon out from the door replacing it with my fingers stopping it from rolling shut. I pushed forward using the ball of my feet to assist in the shove. As quietly as possible, even though it was relatively sound proof, I moved it across as quickly as my weak limbs could push. It screeched to a halt when it reached wide enough for me to slip through. I jammed the spoon on the track holding the door open. It wouldn’t hold long, but it was just enough time for me to sneak across. I crawled out stepping softly onto the cold concrete floor of the hallway inching over to the adjacent cell. I knocked rhythmically waiting for a response. Not a moment too late a knocked of the same pattern responded back to me. I couldn’t see them, but I knew well enough that this message didn’t need to be seen. I knocked nine time in a row pausing then once more, pausing again then with a final knock I sealed the message. A response didn’t come as I expected, it was silent. I tried it again just in case they may have miscounted. Time was running out, so I tried once more; my knuckles were hurting, and my palms were sweaty. What if they were still asleep?

Metal keys jingled in the distance nearing the hallway. I started crawling back to my cell, I couldn’t stay in the hall. I removed the spoon from the track pulling with all my might. I fell on my butt once the freed the stopper. I looked back to Luna, who was still watching me, checking if she was still awake. I grabbed on the door pulling it back to close, but only my body was moving. My feet were sliding against the floor. I was running out of strength tugging on the slab of a door. I couldn’t grasp the door properly because my sweaty hands would keep slip. The keys were closer now almost at the main gate, I could hear the two sets of footsteps distinctly now.

Two hands tapped my shoulder behind me making me turn to two cats. Luna and another feline around my age were moving into action. The strength in me came back tenfold this time, I gripped the edge of the door helped by the other two pushing at the back. With a few heavies it began to budge and moved along the track. Lunas feet was sliding on the floor as she used her back to push the door. The door kept rolling with the three of us working together.

The sliding of our door followed along inversely with the main door. As our cell door shut, the main cell door opened. We didn’t dare to move. We remained still holding the door in place, afraid if we let go it would slide open. The footsteps of the guards became closer and closer stopping right in front. I could hear the crunching of the sediment against the rubber soles of their shoes. The guards opened the door for the day shifters calling out, “time for work bunnies.” One guard turned around to the felines cell scrunching up his expression, “hey, didn’t you lock this?” If it was possible my heart froze. I begged for them to not test the door, I begged to any deity or higher power out there to please let them pass. The footsteps bided otherwise, the higher power must’ve ignored me. He jiggled the lock shifting it back and forth testing its resistant, “hmm, we could oil these later they’re getting rusty.” With a roll of his eyes the hybrid turned to the over curious Doberman, “just close it, who cares about them anyways?” The guard at our door shrugged sliding the latch into place locking the knob securely. They left to the main hall waiting for the bunnies to line up single file in the external corridor. The last bunny to leave the cell was the same age as Luna. She waited a few seconds stretching her neck looking over her senior’s shoulders for the Doberman’s. She walked backwards until she hit the feline cell door with a fist clenched behind her back. She knocked once on the door then ran to catch up with her peers.

Still sitting behind the door holding it, a smile broke out on my face stretching from ear to ear. I slumped sliding down the door settling on the floor. With a small, breathless laugh I looked over to Luna and the other feline, who shared the same expression, everyone knew now; it was all up to Mr. Shin.

In the locker room of the police station, the hybrid unit gathered along with the gang division all forming a tactical S.W.A.T unit lead under Captain Im. The Rottweiler barked out banging his fist against a metal locker, “Men and Hybrids alike, tonight is the night where we will uncover the biggest syndicate of trafficking. It is time we put an end to this!” In unison everyone in the locker room was howling and banging their fist against their vest like apes. “All right, all right, boys. Yates isn’t tactful, but doesn’t mean his guards aren’t, so don’t take risk. Cottontail make sure that everyone’s in position internally. Alright everyone, let’s head out!” A deafening roar of, “yes, Sir,” rung out echoing off the walls. Jungkook may not be a canine like the rest of them or even full man, but he’s got more guts than them all.

The plush, pink marabou trim around the end of my sleeve continuously got it my way. The height of my heels was enough to compensate length of the ruffled skirt of the robe and thick layers of trim around my feet. If it wasn’t my fur, it was inconvenient. Everything about this new uniform wasn’t meant to compensate for hybrid features. I adjusted and readjusted the silk ribbon around my ruffle skirt, it wouldn’t tie securely because of the jewels from the sheer embellished teddy underneath. The jewels cascade down like a waterfall strategically placing over my breast and pooling over Venus. All the maid staff was running about preparing the auction hall, but only thirty were working to run the auction. The night before I begged Luna to stay on the main floor away from any guest. I bunched up the skirt bundling it up and throwing it over my forearm stepping carefully down the cellar stairs. I caressed the wine bottle tightly in my other hand taking each step at a time. Instead of walking towards the left to our own cells, I turned right at the bottom of the stairs following the staff hallway towards one of the entrances to the arena. The hallways walls were raw cement blocks with fluorescent lights flooding the chipped white linoleum floor. Soft piano echoed in the hallways growing exponential louder as I got closer to the playpen. It was a complete contrast from the inner workings of the home just above.

The majority of guest were already seated having gone through security and given their number paddle to raise during the auction. It was an underground arena that was decorated to imitate a posh dinner theater. As I reached to push open the door, my arm got caught in my jeweled choker. I tugged a few times, but it wouldn’t release. I tucked the wine again under my arm and rubbed my fingers gently along the strands of plumed, pink faux fur attempting to dislodge the pesky feathers. I yanked after growing impatient scrunching my face along with every tug. With a grunt, my wrist finally left the collar around my neck, but along with it left one of the diamonds incrusted in the word Kitty. I set down the wine bottle searching the carpet for the fallen diamond, it was transparent and blended against the white flooring. Footsteps clacked nearing your position, so I had to sacrifice the diamond. I swiped the floor with my tail clearing the passageway and picked up the wine bottle. I can’t let the guest wait any longer, I was on table service duty.

I knocked on the door readjusting myself one last time waiting for the guard to open the door. I pressed my shoulder blades together standing tall and walked in with a practice sway to my hips. I played up my expression lulling my gaze into a dreamy stare, bringing out the seductive kitty to play. If we were to serve and walk around the floor serving guest, our Master wanted us to entice the guest to purchase their own. Bring the boudoir to the customers, a true tease. That or become product.

I walked pass a few candle lit tables catching the eyes of a few onlookers. I approached one of my assigned tables for the night interrupting the soft conversation of the masked gentlemen, “excuse me Masters, your Cabernet Sauvignon.” The black and white masked man set down his cigar turning to me. He let his gaze trail me up and down before signaling for me to pour for the table. I stood to his right and lifting the glass topper between my index and middle with the label facing the guest. I folded the hand with the toper behind my back resting it above the small of my back. With my right hand, I poured the wine without the lid of the bottle touching the rim of the glass. A hand rested on the back of my knee slowly grazing upwards to rest under the cup of my cheeks. I shuttered slightly clanging the lid of the bottle to the rim of the glass with an audible clanging of glasses. It was my fault, I wasn’t supposed to react. They were in the right to touch me. Immediately, “I’m sorry, master. Please forgive me.” His grip didn’t stutter, wine was a secondary concern of his, “what would it take to take you home tonight, Kitty?” I topped the wine bottle back, but remained stationary, “I’m sorry. We are not for sale.” He let out a hearty laugh erupting form his chest, his colleagues around the table laughed as well. One of them across the table, his obvious number one suck up, “nothing is out of reach for him.” I smiled towards the group of men finishing pouring the wine, then bowing away from the table dismissing myself. I walked towards the other tables maintaining posture. Where was Mr. Shin? Please, please, save us.

Jeon adjusted his cuff links, pulling all parts of the suit together. Wang, Bambam, Kim and Jeon were dressed to the nines as requested by invite. “Okay, at 22:00 exactly be in position, no exceptions,” Jeon warned his crew. A mile away from the estate Wang passed out the ballroom masks, “these have a GPS in them, so don’t lose them.” Bambam pulled out the anti-pheromatic spray from the duffle bag generously dousing himself in the solution. He tossed it over to Jeon sitting next to him in the back taking a big hit from the inhibitor as well. “I can’t guarantee how long it’ll last, Choi only came out with it recently, so it’s still in its testing phase. Avoid the guards as much as possible.” Kim drove down the long driveway line with dense trees concealing the grand chateau at the end. The foliage thinned out and the avenue opened to seven-tiered fountain, that was really a pool. It was well lit from all the cars waiting in in succession for their turn to enter. Kim pulled up behind other tinted windows and black cars waiting in line. They pulled all their mask on leaving only their lips exposed. When it came to their turn maids walked towards the door opening it for them while a guard took the keys of the vehicle along with information of the owner.

Jeon stood center making his way up the staircase walking through the arched, top mansion doors. On the high ceiling a grand, spiral, crystal chandelier hung down shimmering blatantly showing off the wealth of the owner of the estate. Mr. Yates stood underneath the fixture greeting guest as they came in. He was shaking the hands of a couple allowing them to be directed away by maids. When Yates turned around his face lit up resembling the chandelier, “Shin! I’m glad you made it!” He shook each members of the groups hand firmly. Turning back to Shin he smirked offering small wink, “Why don’t you allow your men to go down to the theater and enjoy some entertainment before the real show? I’ll show you behind the scenes, as a gift for our new partnership.” Shin turned towards his associates, “If you’ll excuse me. I’ll catch up with you on the main floor later.” Wang, BamBam and Kim all bowed slightly in respect towards Yates and followed a bunny deeper into the house. Yates held out a hand gesturing for Shin to follow him separately through the house. Shin followed him through the decorated home, passing by his ostentatious portrait and leading through the kitchen. He looked over to the kitchen staff, who gave him a one over with raised brows, then followed Yates through an ajar metal storage door.

He descended behind Yates physical noticing the temperature lowering the further down they climbed. Yates turned to the right with his hands clasped behind his back humming a show tune to himself. Jeon looked to the left of the intersection before following behind. There was another storage door latched shut; despite being shut he could various scents strongly belong to either cats or rabbits. Was that another holding? Without delaying too much he kept pace with the rotund man. He walked down the long hallway passing a bunny wearing luxurious robes and lingerie. His eyes followed the doe shortly wondering if the Kitty was in the same uniform. Yates pushed open the two-way exit doors opening up to a small warehouse.

It was like walking backstage of a circus. Tiger, lions and bears…oh my. The cages were free standing holding nude male and female hybrids. As they walked pass the cages some hissed backing away to a far corner of their cage, while others remained lifeless. It smelled so strong of fecal matter and urine in this small space, it was hard to breathe. Yates stopped in front of a male, black panther’s cage tapping on the top of the cage earning a hiss from the big cat. “Guys like him go for big bucks, I wouldn’t be surprised If I made a million on him at minimum tonight." Jungkook eyed the cat, resisting every muscle from breaking the lock on each cage. The main thing keeping him from going into action is he knew one wrong move they’re all dead. Patience is a virtue. The GPS in his mask should be tracking his every move. The live tracking is feeding back to the station to monitors being watched over by Tuan, Choi and Park, the German shepherds. Tuan transcribe that information to Captain Im, who’s waiting nearby on standby with the rest of the S.W.A.T, onto a tablet where he could watch.

Yates paraded him around the warehouse showing off his trophies bragging about how shelters gave them away like candy. Jeon eyes stuck on a cage where a single cat hybrid sat in the center of the cage. She was shivering and crying. She lifted her watery eyes up looking Jeon directly in the eyes. Yates came up behind him throwing his arm over his shoulder, “she’s a young one. You should pick her before she blooms Shin.” Yates dropped his arm from Shin’s shoulder walking back to the exit dragging his fingers over the cage bars humming the same show tune. Jeon couldn’t take his eyes off the kitten; his heart hurt and was shattering into a million pieces. The children…. the children. He had to break himself away when Yates called to him from the exit beckoning him to come. The hallway casted a silhouetting light over him making his pearly, white teeth gleam a chesire grin. Jeon caught up to him stepping into the hallway and as the door closed Yates cheerfully exclaimed, “Let the show begin!”

Jeon followed Yates all the way to a table front and center near the main stage. Wang, Bambam, and Kim were sitting around the table holding light conversation and sipping wine. Jeon sat next to Kim followed by Yates on his left. I noticed Master coming into the hall with a guest. The figure was masked, but I recognized his tall figure. His scent was gone today, but the way he carried himself didn’t change. Once they situated themselves, I walked over with a bottle of wine pouring my Master a cup. His raised his hand settling it on my ass groping and squeezing it harshly. I whimper from the harshness of it but try to cover it with a giggle. He loops his arm around my waist bringing me down to sit on his lap. I fall into his lap ungracefully gripping Mr. Shin’s thigh tightly to stabilize myself. I rip my hand back sitting up straight, like I touched fire, apologizing over and over again to him. He smiled at me showing off his bunny teeth. I smiled shortly, no matter how well his disguise was there was still something he couldn’t change. Before I could keep smiling Yates promiscuous hand tightened around my waist bringing his other to play with the plumes of pink around my sleeve. His chapped, thin lips brushed against my neck, but his eyes turned towards Mr. Shin and his party watching Yates, “relax, boys.” When Yates was busy talking to someone in the seat next to him and his hand was busy trailing up and down my sides, I reached out. I secretly lowered my arm enough reaching out towards the buck. I tugged twice on his sleeve then dropped my hand back to hang limply at my side. I kept my face forward, but I felt his gaze on me. I didn’t dare turn to him while I was directly in the lap of the devil. Yates turned back to Jeon finishing his conversation with someone else tapping his arm, “The shows about to begin.” Jeon looked down at his watch, then crossed his right leg over his left reclining back in his seat. He laced his hands together in his lap turning over to Yates with a genuine smile, “Let the show begin.” In the next second, everything was covered in darkness.

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wouldadepressedpersonmakethis · 7 years ago

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tier i

When a sorcerer kidnapped and murdered the Queen of ____________, the King went full psycho and had all of the sorcerers in the kingdom put to death b/c he deemed them to be a danger to society ... even though they had lived in harmony up until that point.

There’s basically three different groups ATP, seventeen years later. There are those who agree w/ the King and believe that sorcerers are too powerful and dangerous and should be killed.

Those who believe that there are good and bad sorcerers, just as there are good and bad people and that they, as a whole, do not deserve to be persecuted for the sins of others

Those who believe that sorcerers should rule and that normal people are inferior to them. Some want them to suffer as they have.

EMILY BLUNT (taken by kate aa) new Queen of a country divided, knows she needs to unite them, somehow!!!! murdered her father for the throne, over the years, he’d been driven insane w/ grief over his dead wife, michelle never believed, even as a child, that his extreme way of dealing with the problem was the answer, since then she saw him grow more and more unreasonable and the only way she could save her people was to kill her dad! was NOT an easy thing for her to do, despite this, and the guilt weighs heavily on her, always wanted to be queen but nOT like this, was born and bred to put her country before anYTHING ELSE, being a woman, she wasn’t the first in line (even though she was the eldest), recently discovered that she is a sorceress but has told no one, unsure of her abilities! her new discovery has only made her even more determined to resolve the persecution of her people but she knows that she is on thin ice! many people already suspect her of fowl play re: her father and brother and she needs all the support she can get to make any real change, her younger brother was next in line but she didn’t have faith in him, either: he had always been irresponsible and impulsive, didn’t have it in her to kill him but instead cast a spell upon him so that he does not remember who he is and exiled him to the furthest reaches of her kingdom, everyone believes that he is dead, michelle is the first queen to ever rule w/o a husband, means to abolish the law that she needs a man by her side but she knows that most of the country would see the throne pass to her uncle vs. see her sit the throne alone, that being said, she realizes that she may need to compromise to keep her position ... she is currently hosting LEONARDO DICAPRIO, a king from her neighboring nation, with the prospect of forming an alliance w/ him

CHARLES DANCE (reserved by kate aa) uncle to mdocks, suspects that she murdered his brother and/or nephew, pretends to harbor a great love for his older brother now that he’s dead (even though he considered killing him, himself, for the throne) means to prove that mdocks killed him (whether it is true or not) plans to prove that her sisters were in on it, too and seize the throne for himself (or at least, implicate keira knightley. he is confident that he could easily rule through alexis bledel).

KEIRA KNIGHTLEY (taken by lizzy) - princess, witty, clever, flirtatious, impulsive, loves to have fun! can def be a little self-centered, upset over the death of her father and brother but pretends that she’s fine!!!!!!! (she isn’t) engaged to toby stephens, would have hATED that idea a few years ago but now she knows that her sister needs all the support she can get and an alliance with stephens would be a good thing!!!!!! also hopes that her marriage with stephens might be enough to spare alexis having ot marry at all!!!!!! alexis is the (1) person that she consistently thinks of before herself!!! once secretly had a thing with matthias but when he asked her to run away with him, she literally laughed in his face???!? and was like haha as if i’m a princess and ur nothing???? but tbh afterwards realized how much she loved him but now she’s lost him so that’s fun!!!! pretends she doesn’t care about that, too, but that’s not true at all!!!1

ALEXIS BLEDEL (open) - princess, beth march vibes! super sweet and kind but quiet and shy!!! has severe social anxiety!!!!!!! would rather die than talk to you!!!! only feels comfortable around her sisters, knows that the alliance with xavier sameuls is her duty but tbh marrying him (or anyone) terrifies her!!!!!!!!!!!! wishes she was braver like her sisters, doesn’t realize the strength she does has!!!! thinks she’s worthless a lot of the time, super talented!!!! with the piano and drawing and singing (altho she doesn’t like to sing for anYONE) needs a self confidence boost!! likes animals more than people, her uncle scares her

DAVID OAKES (taken by lizzy)- son and heir of one of the wealthiest families, probably a noble, def a womanizer and terrible flirt, doesn’t have a filter and doesn’t care to get one anytime soon, the bane of his father’s existence, hates his parents and his sister but would DIE for julian morris in a heart beat, can be a real asshole!!!!! will say mean things to your face, says it is because he’s just That Honest but really its only because it is easier for him to be mean than kind, alicia vikander’s social climbing father keeps trying to push her on him and honestly he would marry her in an instant!!! loves her spirit and her snark and basically everYTHING about her!!! she doesn’t love him back though and he doesn’t blame her, know she can do better, doesn’t stop him from flirting with her???? doesn’t honestly think anything will ever come of it, for sure doesn’t wanna force her

JESSICA CHASTAIN (open) sister to david oakes and julian morris, a PIECE OF WORK!!!! Extra™ secretly a sorceress (although how she keeps anything a secret is beyond me?!??!? about as subtle as avelina beaumont tbh) thinks her brothers are idiots, recently came into contact with mads mikkelson and is his #1 supporter, has become a spy for him (although again not sure how good she is b/c she isn’t subtle??!?!!) probably a little insane??? in love with michael fassbender dESPITE the fact that he is just a normal human, secretly trying to figure out to ~give~ him abilities so that they can be together in mad’s future world, wants to murder dominique mcelligott

JULIAN MORRIS (taken by kate aa) sweetheart!!!!!!! super caring and affectionate, a little awkward sometimes but tries his best, has feelings for hayley bennet but doesn’t know how to act around her, his family wants him to marry amanda seyfried. has always been a man of duty! so he’s trying to court her but his heart isn’t in it, brother to jessica chastain and david oakes, loves both of his siblings a lot!! definitely closer with david ... gets a little ??!? @ jessica sometimes but definitely thinks she’s harmless #facepalm

ALICIA VIKANDER (open) sister to tom hardy, middle class, father wants to marry her off to rich man??? possibly david oakes, hates the idea of marrying him!!! hates him tbh!!!!! best friends w/ joanna vanderholm/super protective of her! something of a lady during the day but a badass sorcerer hunter at night! in pursuit of mads mikkelson, super smart and capable!!! knows her father will disown her if she doesn’t marry but honestly doesn’t care???!? can take care of herself.

TOM HARDY (open) brother to alicia vikander, cynical/grumpy, speaks in grunts, hates the world, thinks most people aren’t good, his sister is one of the few exceptions to this rule, grew up educated/in the middle class and his father kept trying to get him to marry well/pushed him towards the two older staffords but tom honestly disliked both of them and definitely had nO intention of ever being a royal, sick to death of his father tbh and one day just picked up and leFT, looks like he will kill you but actually a cynical cinnamon roll, loyal only to himself and his sister, gun for hire, has no idea that his sister is a sorcerer hunter on the DL, knows she’s super capable but wouldn’t want her putting herself into danger, saves his money and hopes to be able to help his sister secure her freedom, doesn’t want her to ever have to marry to support herself! heart eyes @ louisa

RACHEL MCADAMS (open) - middle class, thief, con-artist, trying to catch leonardo’s attentions (but also his money), pretending to be a wealthy noblewoman from another country, in reality she is little the daughter of prostitute and a serial killer?

NICOLE KIDMAN (open) - upper class, was once an extremely sought after young lady, but she ran away with josh harnett against her father’s wishes, living with him in poverty was a huge culture shock but she was so happy!!!!!!! one day though, she came home to find her husband with blood on his hands ... he had killed his own brother in the line of duty. nicole knew that his brother would never harm a fly!!! and she couldn’t believe that josh was capable of doing such a thing. left him immediately and returned home!!!! since then, her father has been trying to marry her off properly ever since but no one wants her now that she’s been married and divorced. super sad. misses josh crowe every hour of every day. doesn’t know what she did to make him leave her

XAVIER SAMUELS (open) - upper class, brother to nicole kidman and amanda seyfried, enaged to alexis bledel, loves her a lot and always has tbh, honestly sees no downside to marrying her!!??? he knows that marrying a princess would bring honor and prestige to their family and he hopes that w/ that, would come more possibilities for nicole to remarry and be happy!!!

AMANDA SEYFRIED (open) - younger sister to nicole, a little spoiled but sweet, best friends with alexis bledel, they get along b/c amanda loves to talk and alexis loves to listen, talks up her brother a lot, hopes that alexis will marry him and they will be sisters!!!! knows her dad would like her to marry julian morris, has no interest in him at all!!!! finds him to be dull and boring. was initially irritated by james mcavoy flirting with her but has recently decided that she likes him, too. or at least, she is enjoying playing hard to get. acts like she loves julian morris to make him jealous.

MADS MIKKELSON (open) -a sorcerer who is trying to find all the other sorcerers to protect and train them and then basically enslave all ~normal~ humans while he rules the world and lets them live in the same fear and isolation as he’s lived his entire life!

LUPITA NYUNG’O (open) - direct poor, servant, secret sorceress, was discovered by mads mikkelson, basically adopted by him, he is training her!!! the first person in her life to treat her like a human!!! loves him so much!!!!!! was initially skeptical about his plans but has come around! he’s the best person she knows and she trusts him completely!

LEONARDO DICAPRIO (taken by lizzy) insane!!!!! the WORST!!!! became king of his small country a few years ago and has already drained it of its resources!!!! has come to propose to michelle dockery! hoping that they will unite their two countries into one and she can help his country financially and he can help her but being a man at her side/allow her to rule. he honestly has no intention of letting her take the reigns but he will let her think whatever she likes until that point. infatuated with scarlett johannson and means to make her his mistress once he’s married.

JAMES MCAVOY (open) prince/brother to leonardo dicaprio, super flirty, has a dark sense of humor, thinks his family is The Worst, has a thing for amanda seyfried, keeps trying to flirt with her but she won’t give him the time of day ... which only encourages him even more, thinks he’s the greatest but he’s actually the worst, reckless! kind of an idiot sometimes, will probably die doing something stupid

CHARLIE HUNNAN (open) brother of dominique, in love with winona ryder!!!! has a will they/won’t they thing going on with her, tries not to give her the wrong idea but definitely does! loves her a lot but knows that what he does is dangerous and would never want to put her in harm’s way so he never means to ask her to marry him, lawyer, morally upright, believes in justice!!!!! will always do what he thinks is right, whatever the consequences,

DOMINIQUE MCELLIGOTT (taken by lizzy) middle class, secretly harbors sorcerers in her house w/ her bro, doesn’t believe that they are all!!! bad!!! people!!!! was supposed to marry daniel craig a few years ago but he suddenly???? just broke up with her for no reason??? definitely bitter about that … thinks she’s better off w/o him but still has a lot of feels??? bffs w/ scarlett johannson

JOSH HARTNETT (open) ruthless, cunning, full of hatred for those with magical abilities, was once married to nicole kidman but never thought he deserved her, hates everyone but her, hates himself more. eventually she left him after josh killed his own brother b/c he developed his powers, hates that her life has sucked since he left!!! hates what he did to her!!!!!!! has become even more reckless and brutal since the divorce. don’t cross him!!!!! tbh lowkey where he stands anymore re: sorcerers but also neEDS to believe that they are evil and dangerous otherwise he won’t be able to live with himself given what he did to his brother w/o a moment’s hesitation!

#victorian fantasy

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kimmysfandomblog · 7 years ago

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//loud whispering// hey. hey. komahina for the ship ask thing. thanks in advance

Thank you so much, anon!!! I seriously love KomaHina, so this will be a pleasure to do!

From here: https://kimmysfandomblog.tumblr.com/post/167497972565/send-me-a-ship-and-ill-tell-you

Who said “I love you” first: So this is a tough one to say.

Firstly, Komaeda would never dare take the first step on his own. Even if Hinata, post-DR3, was capable of countering Komaeda’s bad luck, it wouldn’t stop his mindset that, because of what horrible things happened to other people who were close to him, he shouldn’t let himself get that close to anyone. He already felt it was risky becoming Hinata’s friend, so imagine how hard it would be to say “I love you” first? And actually, besides the luck cycle, his self esteem has been shot so low he doesn’t consider his own wants or needs a priority, and he is so very sick he would probably die young and leave Hinata alone to suffer. I’d say that Hinata would confess first, but would even get rejected at first.

But, at the same time, a part of me thinks that maybe Hinata wouldn’t want to pressure Komaeda into a decision and let Komaeda take that step instead. If Komaeda would take the first step, then he’d first need to have gotten a lot closer to the rest of Class 77, or at least the people who’d be able to help him gain confidence that nothing bad will happen to Hinata or anyone else if he allowed himself to have a relationship with Hinata. That, and if gaining new friends in his classmates did not lead to any serious endangerment of the group, then he’d already have that much more confidence that his luck is, in fact, being countered by Hinata’s. ANd of course, he wouldn’t be getting closer to the class to get closer to Hinata, this would be a genuine friendship with his classmates.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Once they are together, I wouldn’t be surprised if they both did! I personally think Hinata’s smile is to die for, so I am positive Komaeda would want to see it often, and I can see Hinata taking a picture of one of Komaeda’s genuinely sweet smiles. That said, I can also see them having couples pictures of them both, maybe not the same one for each, but a picture of them together as a background.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: I can’t see either of them doing this. Maybe Komaeda, but I’d elect to say they’d prefer leaving sweet notes on the bedside table rather then in the condensation on a mirror.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Maybe Komaeda? I’ve always headcanoned he’d never know what to get a person so he’d have to research into it, and reasearching what gifts to buy just seems like the more cheesy gifts would pop up frequently in the search results. He might even get the best things money could buy for Hinata and still worry about it not being personal enough. Hinata, I feel, is more the type to understand a person well enough to get them gifts they’s like themselves, so cheesy gifts are reserved for very special occasions, but they’d always be made to be more personal (flowers having specific meanings, chocolates that have some aspect of lcuk to them that are not that sweet, things like that).

Who initiated the first kiss: Hmm, tough to say for sure, actually. I’d say this would be the same problem as in “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

On the one hand, Komaeda would not be comfortable initiating a kiss as a way to express love. he’d be scared of repercussions even if Hinata were to prove that he can counter Komaeda’s luck. I imagine there’s a constant “what if?” train of thought where Komaeda worries about anything that could possibly (or even imposibly) happen to Hinata.

On the other hand, it could be that Hinata, not wanting to feel like he’s forcing Komaeda to say yes to a kiss, hesitates to the point that Komaeda takes action to prove that Hinata is not forcing him. Maybe by this point, he’s actually accepted that he should stop worrying about what could happen and instead face his future?

My personal headcanon is the first kiss happening on accident, neither of them really initiating the kiss so much as subconiously getting so close they didn’t even realize when it happened until they break apart. I that case, Komaeda would probably take the blame initially, only for Hinata to admit he didn’t hate it at all, even coming to like it.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Probably both? I think it depends on who gets up early. I don’t have any strong headcanons for this, but Hinata seems to me more the grumpy person to wake up, so getting to wake him up with a kiss is possibly the best way to make sure he doesn’t stay too grumpy for long! As for Komaeda, I see Hinata kissing him as an affectionate gesture.

Who starts tickle fights: I don’t see either of them having tickle fights. We all know Hinata would win, but I just can’t see Komaeda liking them much to begin with, and if Komaeda doesn’t like it, Hinata surely wouldn’t start it.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: I feel like Komaeda finds it less embarrassing to be naked in front of other men? Hinata doesn’t even like to shower, though... so hmm. Well, I think Komaeda would ask Hinata to join to unwind from his hard day of work, since I can’t imagine Hinata being happy unless he’s doing something for someone.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Has to be Komaeda, although I’m sure he knows not to cook the food himself XD Seriously though, Komaeda is rich, and assuming he still has access to his fortune, he wouldn’t need to work. He’s also not healthy enough to strain himself, or at least Hinata wouldn’t want him to strain himself. Maybe he’d do paperwork? If he did, then I can see them both bringing the other lunch on occasion, but Hinata actually cooks the food he brings.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Gotta say, both of them on this one! I doubt Komaeda had ever gone on a date, and there’s canon proof Hinata never did either, and both of them don’t want to mess up. Komaeda would even constantly be scared of terrible things happening so he’d be nervous about that. Hinata would be less nervous, but maybe still shy since, unlike on island mode, this is not just hanging out with Komaeda, but actually going on a date. To sum it up: who would be more nervous is Komaeda, but who’d be more shy is Hinata.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: I can’t see either of them really caring too much about spiders, but I think Hinata would be the fastest to get it done, even if he didn’t have all of the talents he got from the Hope Cultivation Project.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: I totally see Komaeda doing so, because that would be cute, but a part of me is saying, well, he was raised in a wealthy family, and though not all wealthy families go to dinner parties and the like, and Komaeda would still be underage though it never bothered some of my friends, I don’t think it would be too far of a stretch to say even if he has low tolerance, he would know his limits and never pass them, unless pressured (but Hinata would never let that happen). So then there’s Hinata, and well, if you assume he was physically altered to have a high tolerance for alcohol he’d never get drunk. If not, then I imagine he’d be an honest drunk, so if anyone asked him how he felt about Komaeda, he’d be truthful about it. Maybe too truthful XD

#mehere #ask meme #thanks for asking!!!#Anonymous

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