#it can feel very- smothery at times

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Does Gabriel have a toxic trait?

Due to how he grew up, he internalizes someone being upset, angry, or frustrated as something he did, so he’ll try to fix it…which makes things worse more often than not

[splickedylit]

Just reread domestic diplomacy, so hype for the 3rd part. Was curious whether you planned on ever including other pale couples? I would love to see the meowrails or vrisrezi in this au where pale romance is actually. Romance. Lol. Anyway keep being cool (and share another snippet of the wip if you want pls 👀)

Aw, hooray! :D Tbh I don't really,,, plan these fics lol. This series especially I very much make up as I go, so I can't discount the possible future in which meowrails make an appearance, but I also have learned to make no promises about what's going to happen in uhhh any fic ever lol. But I can certainly share a snippet, since I'm getting writing done today!

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Trolls don’t drink wine, it turns out—trolls don’t drink alcohol at all.  When Gamzee sniffs at your cup thoughtfully, he’s already recoiling before Karkat makes an urgent, warning noise and yanks at his arm.

“&lt;NO,>” Karkat says, and Gamzee rolls his lips back from a really startling amount of fangs and makes a low, throaty rising and falling noise that sounds disgusted even to your human ears.  “<Have a cup of (noun, gesturing at whatever’s in the wine bottles with troll labels on them) or something!>”

“<Shit smells like (some kind of descriptor with ‘window’ in it, for some reason),>” Gamzee says, and reaches over to snatch up one of the bottles Karkat pointed him toward, popping the top off with a careless twist of his wrist and taking a much more appreciative sniff.  “<Fuck yeah, that thing right there, makes good for motherfucker to have a good (fatal) time.>”

“<You’ll do good (warning shot) at worst,>”  Karkat says sternly.  “<And not with human home-cleaning liquid drinks. You would die.  Die fast—and boring, not funny, not fun, got it?  Humans drink home-cleaning liquid to get (troll-descriptor).>”

Gamzee chortles.  “<I bet the fuck they do get!>” he says, apparently delighted.  “<And then get (the fatal form of “funny” but flipped around to be a descriptor? A new construction, excellent)  funny-dead real quick for because of they’re nasty.>”

“What are you guys drinking, then?” you say, and reach over cautiously to the bottle Gamzee’s holding; he growls a little, possessively, apparently just as a warning that it’s his now, and then gives it up and watches you hold it up and take your own big sniff.  It doesn’t…smell toxic.  Sweet, mostly, in a weird, thick, smothery kind of way that makes your nose burn a little.

“It is human safe,” says Kanaya, before you can ask.  “I believe you don’t feel…tss.  Intoxated, by it.  But it is still very strong for you, differently.”

That’s all you need to hear.  You pick up one of the glasses and pour some out for yourself—it’s just a little thicker than water, a pure, light gold color, and when you take a sip it’s like getting punched in the sinuses by a sugar cube the size of a building.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, and swallow with an effort.  Your eyes are watering; your mouth feels aggressively candy-coated.  “Whoof.  Wow!”

Rose is laughing at you, just a little—not out loud, but you can tell by the way her eyes are creased and her lips are quirked up at the corners.  “Yes,” she says.  “Nectar requires some getting used to.  Trolls cannot metabolize alcohol but they are…quite sensitive to sucral compounds.”

“Give it,” Gamzee says, and gestures insistently to have his bottle back, then reaches past the nice wine glasses to pick up a distinctly human red solo cup and dumps a hearty half-cupful of nectar into it, then pulls a bottle of something that looks exactly like faygo with alien writing on the label and dumps a hearty measure of that in on top of it.

“<You can have one of those,>” Karkat says, looking appalled.  “<You (something)-less piece of shit.  One, got it?  What the fuck is wrong with you.  And you’re not kissing me until you clean your teeth.  I’ll get (troll descriptor) off your fucking breath.>”

Gamzee grins hugely and runs his tongue over all his fangs in Karkat’s direction, then tosses back a big mouthful of his mixed drink and gives a happy shivering rumble, fins fluttering and claws kneading delicately at his cup.

“You want?” he says in English, and holds it out at you, grinning exactly like he did earlier when he snuck a horn under your butt—like this is the kind of joke that has a winner and a loser, and he’s pretty sure he’s already won.

“Jade,” says Dave.  “He’s bein’ a dick.  You know you don’t have to take shit from this guy, right?”

“I know!” you say, and reach out to take the cup from Gamzee’s hand, holding eye contact in a way you’re pretty sure is kind of socially unacceptable.  Karkat starts “Jade—” and then you take a deep breath and throw the cup back.

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain! 

III. “Who’s looking after you?” Draco asked. 

He was sitting in a slat backed chair he’d dragged up beside her bed. It seemed mean that the few private rooms in the Hogwarts infirmary only held a twin bed and a side-table, far more like a prison cell than he felt was appropriate but perhaps reflective of the very little time anyone at Hogwarts had spent at Azkaban. Hermione was propped up with pillows, her hands laid flat on the white coverlet on her lap. Her hair had been washed but not tended especially well, wrestled back into an unruly, lumpy plait that spoke to unfamiliarity with either charms or potions. There was a cup of tea on the table, apparently untouched, as was the iced biscuit tucked at the base of the saucer.

“What do you mean—”

“I mean, who notices when you leave meals early? That you’re too pale, that you always answer when anyone asks, that you don’t count any danger to yourself too great? Who should’ve been the one to follow you, to stop you. To keep you from drowning?” Draco said, his voice a little too tightly controlled, too calmly even for her to not to be aware he somehow, for some reason, was nearly incandescent with rage. “It shouldn’t have been me. You’d never have thought I’d come running—I almost didn’t come, didn’t run, except that the children were too quiet—"

“They were scared,” she said.

“They bloody well should have been,” he said. “I was terrified—”

“I look after myself,” she said, answering the earlier question. She looked down at her hands but he didn’t think she saw them. 

“You look after other people,” he countered. She looked up, startled. But not offended, not yet. Perhaps she wouldn’t be. “I understand, when we were children, everyone thought you were the brightest witch of our age. You knew better than everyone else, it was all right to rely on you but now—Potter doesn’t try? Neville?”

“Harry was brought up by people who treated him about as badly as your father treated House-elves. And then he lost Sirius and Molly basically commandeered him as an honorary Weasley with years of parenting to be made up for. She can be rather smothery, it’s not an approach he could really model himself after,” Hermione said. “He’s not very good at it. And he uses most of what he’s got to give on his own children, as he should.”

“Fine. I think you’re cutting him too much slack but I am willing to admit you know him better. But Neville? It’s not like him, not to notice, he’s always been so fond of you,” Draco said, trailing off.

“Exactly,” Hermione replied. “I can’t—it’s not fair to him, when he feels one way and I…”

“He’s in love with you and you only care about him as a friend, so you don’t let him get close,” Draco said. 

“You’re as blunt as a bludger,” Hermione said.

“If you mean a Gryffindor, you might as well say it,” Draco shrugged. “You nearly died, I’m trying not to tax you too greatly.”

“You needn’t worry,” she said.

“You’re wrong. I know it’s an unfamiliar experience for you and that you’re likely to tell me I’m the one who’s wrong,” he said.

“Because you are,” she replied.

“No, I’m not. Because I’m the one who dragged you out of a loch in Scotland in November, because you couldn’t get yourself out, despite being one of the most powerful witches alive in England,” he said. “Someone else needs to worry about you. Though I prefer looking after, since worrying is largely ineffectual and won’t stop you from depleting your entire magical core, a real feat, I must add, given your previously mentioned magical strength, and getting yourself killed or at least maimed without the prospect of any recovery, if we go by your predilections. And it will surely be in a way that creates maximum guilt in your friends and associates. Neville will be beside himself and Potter may end up going through a midlife crisis and becoming the next Dark Lord.  He’ll grow a goatee and be generally intolerable.”

“You know what a midlife crisis is?” Hermione said. Her lips curved and he realized it was the first time he’d seen her smile in months. A real smile, where the expression in her eyes matched.

“Yes, I don’t live under a rock. Potter would be a little young by Wizard standards, but I think like you, he still sees himself as a Muggle first,” Draco replied. 

“Not wrong,” she said.

“Oh, are we playing a game now?” Draco said. “I’ll win. You’ve always been pants at chess and you can’t stand Quidditch.”

“Draco, what do you want?” she said. She settled back against the pillows and he could feel her exhaustion. The Hogwarts linens were too thin. She ought to be covered in a fluffy duvet, supported by a featherbed. There should be a pair of sheepskin slipper warming on a fender.

“I want you to be properly looked after. I’ve—we’ve both lost too many people in our lives. I don’t want you to be someone else who’s lost,” he said. “I spoke to Abbott and the Headmistress, they allowed me to see whether your quarters were adequate for your recovery and the suite is hardly better kitted out than this room, might as well belong to a hermit—”

“You had no right,” she said.

“You’re right. I didn’t. But I did ask permission from your physician and your superior. When Neville heard, he didn’t scold me,” Draco said. “All the plants he gave you are dead, by the way. Even the metalmalarky cactus”

“You still haven’t said what you want. Not directly,” she replied.

“I want to look after you. Myself. I have a property nearby. You know I don’t live in the dungeons like Snape did,” Draco said. The man had been a masochist or Dumbledore had had him under house arrest. There was no way Draco would ever have agreed to live adjacent to his classroom and he certainly wasn’t going to allow the Hogwarts dungeon to be his son’s home. He and Astoria had bought the small estate shortly after Scorpius was born, an act of faith that the baby would not be a Squib and a commitment to being present in their child’s life as neither of their own parents had been. 

“You want me to live in your house?”

“It’s a not insignificant property. There’s a carriage house, entirely separate. But it’s got all the mod cons and a library, a conservatory,” he said.

“A carriage house with a conservatory. Only you, Malfoy. Will you feed me hothouse grapes from your lily-white hand?” she said.

“I’ll stock the library with Regency romances, as you seem to have a taste for them,” he said, slipping the cufflinks out of his cuffs and rolling them back so she could see the calluses on his palms, the spatter of old burns he’d never bothered to fully heal. “Not lily-white. Say yes, Hermione. Let me help—”

“You’ll badger me endlessly if I refuse, won’t you?” she said. She could have sighed and didn’t. He let himself hope.

“I’ll have to. I don’t fancy a repeat of today’s dip in the loch. The Squid is whatever squid is for handsy,” he said. She raised an eyebrow and he decided to pivot. “It was too close. Please. Please allow it.”

“I suppose since you’ve asked so nicely, I’d be an utter wretch to refuse,” she said.

“Yes, I think that would be the consensus. Here and of course, elsewhere. Abroad. Across the pond,” Draco said, relief making him a bit giddy. “Shall I go on?”

“I think I’d rather nap for a little while. Then Hannah can tell us whether I’m allowed to Side-along or whether we’ll have to take Muggle transport.”

“That’s fine. I’ll get everything sorted. Let the looking after commence,” he replied, lowering his voice as Hermione’s eyes grew dozy.

[dtchloedecker]

Chloe chuckled at his last sentence. She'd always known that Lucifer was protective of her in a non-smothery way (because he knew that she could take care of herself). She'd believed that it was gone after Eve came along. She was very happy to see that she was wrong.

Of course that happiness was short-lived when Lucifer continued to argue over his makeout sesh with Eve. Seriously? "First of all, you weren't just kissing," she argued. "There was lots of tongue involved and she was grinding on you. All you had to do was make two adjustments and you'd be having sex. It's UNPROFESSIONAL and GROSS. Second of all, why are you even arguing with me about this!?" More like why was SHE arguing with him about this? Was it THAT painful to see them almost have sex?

She ignored his comment about Pierce not being good enough for her. That was almost nine months ago. Even if Pierce hadn't been killed, Chloe wouldn't still be with him. She'd broken up him even before he killed Charlotte Richards. So, why was Lucifer harping on this? Aside from the fact that they were broken up, Lucifer had Eve. Why did he care? "That's not the only reason we're partners, Lucifer," She said in response to him saying that he's only good for catching bad guys. "You know human nature better than I do, so you're able to see things that I can't because I'm way too by-the-book most of the time. You get people to talk even without using your mojo. You know what to say to provoke them into telling the truth. And that's just work stuff. But, my point is you're not just muscle."

The more he talked about Eve, the more Chloe wanted to punch the woman. Why was she doing this to Lucifer? "If you were pretending to be something you weren't, you'd know because it takes a lot of effort to do that. Before Eve said anything, did you feel like that or were you not really thinking about it? And I didn't know you as long as she has, but I know you're not the same pervert that thought I looked familiar because he could've sworn he'd seen me naked. You're better now. And if Eve can't see that or if she can see that, but doesn't like it, then she's not worth it. You deserve someone who is."

Finally, they were on the same page about him being the devil, but he was still being stubborn. "I get it, Lucifer. I get that was the way things were for you for millennia, but again, things are different now. You live amongst humans and you have a cop partner. You can't play the devil card all the time and you know that. And today you were brutal. Why? To make Eve happy because this is who she wants you to be?"

Chloe chuckled when he made the joke about his father, but then she went cold when she remembered that Lucifer’s father was GOD. She'd been so occupied with Lucifer, Maze, Amenadiel that she'd completely forgot about the bigger picture; God, Heaven, and Hell were real. That was so much scarier than her partner being the devil. She was jolted back to reality when Lucifer talked about breaking up with Eve, her eyes wide with shock. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to figure out what to say. What was she supposed to say? Best decision ever? Are you sure that's what you want? "Have you talked to Linda about this?" There. That was fine.

@lucifermorningstxr

Lucifer wasn't always the best at navigating these things, but two things were true here: he didn't mean to hurt the Detective, and all he wanted was to fix what he'd done. "But Detective, I don't want you to lose your job over what we did! You always tell me not to do these things, and I do them anyway. It's free will, but surely you shouldn't be punished for mine." At his partner's desperate pleas, he softened a bit, stepping down from his soapbox. "Fine. Fine, you win, Detective. I won't say anything unless they move to fire you. Then all bets are off." His damn mandated honesty, but it worked out.

The brief respite from the heightened emotions was quickly ended, and back on the defense Lucifer went. "We were just kissing, Detective! Yes, PDA may be distasteful at times, but it's not illegal, is it?" He rolled his eyes, too proud to admit that internally, he'd already decided that would come to an immediate end. "Very well, but we will be revisiting this. He wasn't good enough for you, Detective." He bit his lip to prevent more honesty from vomiting from his divine mouth. He could unload on Pierce right then and there, but it wouldn't help anything. He was struggling to keep up himself, not one used to having these conversations with anyone, let alone someone he cared so much about. "No, I haven't been restraining myself. At least not on purpose." He sighed before continuing. "I didn't know I was, but Eve said I was. I punish bad guys, Detective, and that's the way I do it best, isn't it? That's what I'm good for, isn't it?"

There it was. It was all coming out now, and there was little Lucifer felt either he or Chloe could do to stop it. So he just relinquished himself to that fact and dove all in. What else was there to do when your partner knew you so well, knew how to get inside of you and call you out? He hated this feeling, but it's just Chloe. "I want to help you, Detective. I told you last night, I like work very much. I hated it when my Dad made me do it, but you don't make me do anything. But..." Another sigh. "... Eve was my first love, Detective. We had a lot of fun together back then, and now that she's back, maybe I was deluded to think I'd really ever be better than I was back then. Maybe my ego got the best of even me. Pierce was too good for you, but maybe Eve is all I'll ever deserve." He paused at Chloe's hand, seizing the moment to look around to make sure Eve hadn't followed at his feels like the cute little lap dog she'd been portraying herself to be. He listened, and he nodded. His bloody honesty. "Eve said I was trying to be someone I'm not with you, but I can't lie. I wouldn't lie. I wouldn't deceive you. Eve doesn't seem to think so though." He bowed his head in a moment of shame and embarrassment. Chloe shouldn't have to deal with this eternity-long trauma dump of his.

This afternoon was proving to be more of a rollercoaster than he'd ever intended for it to be, but it was probably a good thing that everything was finally being addressed. The Devil himself wasn't too bothered by the volume of the Detective's exclamation, as he had been open and honest about himself from day one, but he understood her hesitancy give the whole Kinley thing and therefore didn't take offense in the moment. Instead, he replied in a decently level, albeit shaky, tone. "Detective, I know you don't care. I know you're accepting it... I trust you. But you have to understand I'm used to being alone in this! I'm used to handling things my way because there was no other way! I was sent the bad guys to deal with all by myself. I've never had laws or restrictions, or," He took a deep breath before continuing, his hands clenched a bit at the anxiety coursing through his divine body. This whole vulnerability thing was really uncomfortable; how can humans do this all the time? "I've never had someone to share the load with me. Someone to count on and trust to make the right decisions with them, Detective."

His most vulnerable truths just kept flowing, but even the King of Fixing Shit didn't know if any of it would be enough to fix this one, but all he could do was give an honest wffort. "Detective, I would rather say something kind about my Father than tell you to go. It's not gonna happen." Never too much for serious moments, and with a penchant for using humour to cope, Lucifer coughed out a short laugh at his own joke before returning to the ambience of the moment. "I don't want to be anyone but myself with you, Detective. I don't lie about anything, and now that I know, I can't keep it up as it was. What example would that be for Trixie?" While he and the small human didn't have the most in common, they'd grown something of a relationship over the years, and he had secretly always prided himself on being a symbol for freedom and honesty in her eyes. He wasn't going soft by any means, but of course the Detective's offspring mattered to him, too. But that too was second to how much she meant to him. Similarly, his quippy line about Trixie would only be second to his confessions about her. He just needed a moment to collect himself before he could appropriately respond. "Detective, you are the most important person to me too, and that scares the shit out of me. Before I met you, I didn't know humans could be so good. I have never met someone like you, and I would do anything to protect you... even if the person you need protecting from most is me." A deep breath and another heavy topic later, onto Eve: "I understand it, Detective, and I agree. I don't even know if I want her around the penthouse anymore. I don't think I'm actually happy with her. I think we're too... grown." The revelation hit him like a truck, but a truck that would actually hurt a divine immortal. He blinked, not even believing his own ears, and studied the Detective's face for her response.

[crumbling-cookie-imagines]

Could you do some cream unicorn x reader headcanons please I need my cream unicorn content

Cream Unicorn would absolutely drop anything and everything if they got wind that you weren’t feeling 100%, be it physically or emotionally

They’re a bit smothery and overbearing when they think you’re unwell, but will be quick to back off as soon as you express distaste for it

Despite Cream Unicorn’s insistence that they don’t need or want anything from you ever, no gifts no nothing, they’ll absolutely melt if you give them any type of gift even if it’s just a rock from the street

Cream Unicorn likes to draw you when you’re not looking, and they’re much too embarrassed to ever show you without your prompting, they claim it’s so they’ll always be able to remember the moment

They’re always very polite when brought around to meeting people, though kids often end up stealing them to the kids table and they don’t have the heart to deny

Do not trust them with a car, they will end up 20 over the speed limit without realizing, however they are very good at being DJ even if they just play folk punk the entire time

Cream Unicorn, despite hating coffee, will put up with it so they can make it for you in the mornings if it’s your request

[plaguebeel]

Obey Me! Naps with the side characters/undatables

Diavolo -

 Diavolo does not take naps often due to his schedule, but he very much enjoys it when he gets the opportunity to. 

 He will invite you to nap with him, or will be very excited at you just inviting yourself.

 Diavolo can only really nap in his bed. He has a hard time falling asleep in other places.

 With you by his side, he might have a hard time falling asleep. He’d get too worked up and would have a hard time not talking about how excited he is and how thankful he is that you're with him. 

 He prefers cuddles, his favorite positions are you being the little spoon and you halfway laying on him. He’ll offer to cuddle but won’t be outworldly offended if you decline.

Barbatos -

 Barbatos doesn’t mind naps, but he doesn't particularly enjoy them. It’s more of a ‘when needed, I will’ type situation.

 Good luck napping with him, you’ll have to find his secret nap sport first.

 If you do find it, and ask to nap with him, Barbatos won't mind as long as you're quiet (be quiet please, he’s such a light sleeper).

 If he’s particularly fond of you, he might even suggest cuddling, but just to make things more comfortable of course. 

 Not a very touchy sleeper, but if you want to he probably won’t stop you (unless it’s a really important nap)

 Babrbatos is very still when he sleeps, it’s one of the only times you’ll ever see him motionless.

 Definitely sleeps with his eyes a little bit open completely unintentionally. Creepy.

Solomon -

 Solomon takes more naps than the average person since he tends to stay up late fiddling with spells and also totally not cursing things.

 Once he trusts you he’ll invite you to nap with him if he thinks you’d like it.

 He’s not the most cuddly but he doesn't mind some contact. He likes to touch legs while he sleeps but keeps his arms to himself. 

 Once he’s asleep he’ll get a little grabby and smothery. He’ll wrap his arms around your head and rather uncomfortably hold you close.

Simeon - 

 Simeon loves naps! He doesn’t take them often just because he sticks to his sleep schedule rather well, but enjoys the chances he gets to take them.

 He’ll offer to nap with you on the couch in Purgatory Hall. You on one end of the couch, him on the other. Though, if you’d rather nap in his bed, or on the same end of the couch.... He won’t protest.

 He’s cuddly and will definitely initiate a lot of physical contact, but will ask before doing anything big like spooning you.

 He moves in his sleep, but he does subtle things like running his hands over you and little wiggles into a more comfortable position. He also sometimes snores if he’s overly tired.

Luke (STRICTLY PLATONIC, AS ALWAYS) -

 Luke loves naps, far more than he should, but he doesn't take them often. He’s worried people will judge him and think he’s more childish for it.

 When you offer to nap on opposite couches in Purgatory Hall with him, he gets overly excited. One of his favorite people and one of his favorite things! 

 He’s normally a light sleeper, but he sleeps a lot better in the same room as you. It makes him feel safe.

Here’s the same list for the brothers.

Here’s my masterlist to find more content like this.

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

My Take on Rory Gilmore's Boyfriends

I've been a part of the Gilmore Girls fandom for a while now and I've seen a big Team Dean vs Jess vs Logan debate going on (although there are maybe only like 10 people who are still team Dean). That's why I decided to analyze all three of Rory's major love interests from the show's original run (I haven't seen the revival). This is going to be a really long meta.

I kind of understand why Dean appealed to Rory at the beginning. He understood her references, came from a cool city and seemed really intersted in her. Rory in the pilot is very young, shy and inexperienced and had probably never had a crush or found out that a boy had a crush on her. Rory and Dean then go on to have a sweet and innocent relationship that looks good on paper. He called her every night, took her on her first dance and her first date, gave her her first kiss and even built her a car. They seem like the perfect couple to Lorelai, Babette, Miss Patty and the rest of the town. However the truth is very different. Dean is obssessive, possessive, jealous, clingy and clearly has some anger managment issues. Nobody on this show spotted all of these red flags though. Everyone acts as if Rory and Dean are the cutest couple. With Dean Rory's the Stars Hollows' golden Rory. The sweet, innocent, good girl. The more I think about it, I don't think Rory actually ever really loved Dean. She was cheating on him constantly. Not physically, apart from that one kiss with Jess on Sookie's wedding, but emotionally. And Dean can see it. On the Dance-A-Thon when Dean finally has enough after a year of flirty banter between Jess and Rory, he yells: "You don't wanna be with me!" Rory says: "Yes, I do!" but it doesn't sound convincing at all. After their third and final breakup Rory doesn't even seem to be sad. Maybe a little bit, but that is because he once again humiliated her by dumping her in public. She gets over it very quickly and has fun with Logan. My guess is Rory never truly loved Dean. She liked the idea of the kind of relationship she could have with Dean. She liked who she is when she's with Dean. She loved the idea, the ideolized version of Dean. But not Dean himself.

Remember how in Cinnamon's Wake (1x05) Lorelai says: "Someday you'll meet a guy and he'll make your head all foggy and you won't know what to do with yourself." Well, Jess is that guy for Rory. Unlike with Dean, Rory was actually in love with Jess. Her feelings for Jess are much more passionate and intense than anything she'd ever felt before. She's never felt this way with Dean. With Jess, Rory stops being Stars Hollows' sweetheart and starts being herself and doing her own things. This is exactly why I love Jess and Rory so much- they can be themselves around each other. Unlike Dean, who wanted Rory to be what he imagined his ideal wife to be like, Jess wants Rory to stay true to herself no matter what. While they were dating, it seemed to me that Rory was missing Dean at times. But after I've given it some thought, I think she was missing the kind of boyfriend Dean was- calling 15 times a night, leaving 20 smothery messages on her answering machine, wanting to spend every waking hour with her and basically having his entire life revolve around her. I rolled my eyes whenever she compared Jess to Dean but then I watched season 6 and she did the same thing with Logan. After he cheated on her on their break she was quick to point out Dean would never do that. She has Dean on a pedestal Lorelai put him on. Lorelai was the one who pushed them together and insisted that he's the one for her. Lorelai was the one that went on and on about what a great boyfriend Dean is. Even the statement: "Dean taught me what safe feels like." couldn't possibly come from Rory's head. Throughout their relationship we see Rory is afraid to tell Dean things, so she couldn't possibly feel safe with him. No, that statement clearly comes from Lorelai's head. Because it's Lorelai who feels safe not Rory. She thinks Dean is the safe option for Rory because he never got her into any trouble or danger unlike Jess (the car crash, skipping school) or Logan (stealing a boat). Of course Rory thinks her mother is always right so she too started believing Dean is a genuinely good guy. But she really truly loves Jess. She loves that they can connect on a deeper level and that he shares her love for books. She loves how sweet and funny he is. Their romance is short due to his inability to communicate, but it's clear he never got over her. It seemed to me that Rory got over him surprisingly quickly, but then I watched 7x02 where Rory finds out Lorelai slept with Chris and yells at her: "When you break up with someone you get an ugly post breakup haircut! You don't sleep with dad!" And that's when I realized that's what Rory's season 4 bob was. Rory truly was heartbroken over Jess. She actually kind of says so in 4x13 when she admits she had been imagining hundreds of different scenarios about them reuniting. She just didn't want to admit it to Lorelai and to town. Because they had been saying so all along. Jess is bad and he'll break your heart. So she put on a brave face to prove them wrong.

I've met a few Logans in my life and I do not find them charming at all. Similarly, I didn't like Logan the first time he appeared on screen. And I could see that neither did Rory. However as she started to warm up to him, so did I. He's more than just an immature, spoiled brat that throws his daddy's money around. He turned out to be a great boyfriend to Rory. He was sweet, considerate and supportive. It's actually the opposite of Jess who I love as a chacter but turned out not to be a very good boyfriend. Logan brings Rory out of her comfort zone and makes her a much braver and adventurous person. Their love started as a meaningless fling but turned into a beautiful and mature relationship that lasted three years. They even made long distance work. However, he was also a bad influence on her. With Logan Rory broke into broke into the school cafeteria at night and stole cereal and ice cream in the name of 'fun', stole a boat (yes it was her idea but he didn't do much to talk her out of it) and dropped out of Yale. Logan even stole from her grandparents and she just shrugged it off and let an innocent maid get fired for it. It a way, Logan brought out the worst in Rory. Some might argue that he's the only one who gives her autonomy and lets her make her own mistakes which is great but he also made her more spoiled. She spent months not doing anything but planning parties for the DAR, drinking and partying and he supported her in it. After Jess talked some sense into her she told Logan that she's unhappy with her lifestyle that consists entirely of partying and he just yelled at her and then went off to sleep with his sister's bridesmaids. Honestly, that was the point when she should have dumped him and taken Jess back but she didn't do that because her feelings for Jess were already gone. He broke her trust when he left town without saying goodbye. So now she's in love with Logan. The more I think about it, she probably loved him much more than she ever loved Jess. She was willing to give him a second chance and they lasted much longer. It must have really hurt her when he broke up with her when she chose herself and her carreer but I think she chose right. I actually really liked the ending because Rory went into the world as a strong and independent woman, just like her mom. I like that we didn't get a tradition Hollywood ending like "I got off the plane!" but rather a feminist one.

[whatthehelltimespell]

Only Time Will Tell Chapter Seven

Title: Only Time Will Tell Chapter 7/? Chapter Summary:  All I can say is it gets a little darker in this chapter and I scared myself writing it. Rating: Still Teen.  If you’re watching AHS, nothing I write will trigger you, I don’t think. AN:  This is kind of where I don’t know if I’m writing Michael’s character right.  Let me know what you guys think.  We’ve never seen him have a healthy relationship with ANYONE, so . . . I did what I thought was best.  Like I want to be true to his character, but I also have to take into consideration what he’s  learning from Elizabeth.

(About the picture chosen for this chapter:  Michael has not aged at all, and he’s not scruffy looking - lol - I just feel this is the overall mood of him in this chapter)

That night Miss Elizabeth read one of the last few chapters of the book she was reading to Michael. It didn't help him settle for bed, though, because he could tell that she was still bothered by something. He could also tell she didn't want to tell him about it.

He remembered what she'd said about Mallory, about not trusting her. He didn't know what had happened to make her feel that way in the short amount of time she'd been at his gramma's that day, but something obviously had because she'd never mentioned not trusting Mallory before.

Once Michael was sure she was done reading, after she'd marked her place and closed the book, Michael placed a hand over her wrist and wrapped his fingers around it so she would know he didn't want her to leave just yet.

She looked surprised. This was the first time he'd really initiated any physical contact between them. He hadn't felt safe enough to do it before, but after last night, after she'd just held him, he felt he could trust her.

"Are you okay? Your eyes have been different since you came back from gramma's."

Elizabeth shook her head. "What do you mean?"

"They were angry, your eyes, and a little scared. And you said you don't trust Mallory."

"I don't know if I trust her," Elizabeth admitted.

"Are you angry at her and scared of her?" Michael let go of her wrist now that he knew she wasn't going to go anywhere. "Or did she say something to make you scared of me?"

"I am not scared of you. I have never been scared of you." Miss Elizabeth took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Mallory and I had a . . . difference of opinion about something and that is why I don't know if I can trust her with you."

"She wants to hurt me."

Miss Elizabeth stiffened and Michael knew it was true. Mallory, someone he didn't even know, wanted him hurt. He didn't know why, and he didn't really care. He would just do what Miss Elizabeth had asked him to and not go over there without her. If Mallory tried to hurt him, he would fight back, and bad things would happen – something bad that might make Miss Elizabeth make him leave like Gramma had.

"Yes and no. You remind her of someone and that's who she really wants to hurt. You're here and people are good at placing blame where blame doesn't lie. You just need to be careful."

"Okay."

She smiled warmly at him, some of the anger and fear out of her eyes now. Michael felt an unfamiliar warmth fill his chest when he realized that he'd done that. He'd helped her feel better. She'd done so much for him just in the short amount of time he'd been living with her, it was nice that he'd been able to do even that. ---------- That was the first night Elizabeth began hearing things going on in the house that she couldn't explain away. She had another dream about the dark figure standing in her doorway only to wake up and have the door be closed, only this time she heard footsteps outside her door. She recognized the creaks of the floorboards as the footsteps went across the hall.

At first, she thought it was Michael – either having trouble sleeping or getting up for water or something – but it kept going, pacing back and forth. What was he doing? Maybe he was sleepwalking.

She looked at her door, specifically the small gap between the door and the floor, and when she saw the shadow of feet there she called out to Michael and the shadow stopped there at her door. He'd obviously heard her.

"Michael, go back to bed."

There was a small tap at her door – three small knocks – and when she didn't answer the sound repeated, three knocks again.

Why wasn't he saying anything, asking to come in if that was what he wanted?

"Michael, I think you're sleepwalking. Go back to bed."

Another three knocks, this time louder, more insistent.

She groaned and looked at her alarm clock. It was a little after three in the morning. She really should get him back to bed – or at least try – so she could go back to sleep herself.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

She stood up, glad that she had a carpet on her floor so she never had the shock of cold she would have if it weren't there. She began walking to her closed door. Almost as soon as she reached the door the shadow disappeared and she heard footsteps going down the hall towards Michael's room.

"Nice timing," she muttered. She waited for the closing of Michael's door, but it never came. Maybe he really was asleep and just couldn't have been bothered to close it back. It didn't really matter.

She went back to bed and was almost asleep when the footsteps started again – up and down the hallway, pausing at her door, over and over, until they finally stopped and the knocking began again.

Even though Michael was the only other person in the house, Elizabeth got a very strong feeling that the shadow outside her door now didn't belong to him. He wouldn't play with her like this. Or he never had before, anyway. Still she called out to him when the knocking sounded again.

She wanted to test what had happened earlier, so she got up again and began walking to the door. The footsteps again faded towards Michael's room. Someone was in the house, she was sure of it, and whoever it was had a sick sense of humor.

Elizabeth didn't know what took over her mind then, but like a mother fearing for a child's life she threw her door open and rushed to Michael's room. His door was closed but not locked, and she was able to get in easily.

She didn't see anyone other than Michael, who was sleeping outside of the covers. It was awfully warm in his room, maybe she needed to check the air vent in the room because it wasn't that warm anywhere else in the house. The warmth was familiar, though. It was the same smothery feeling she'd felt when she'd gone into The Murder House.

God, what if they'd brought something back with them? What was she supposed to do with that if they had? From everything she'd ever read on the subject of hauntings she knew the first thing you were supposed to do was make sure the spirit knew that it wasn't welcome, especially if it started manifesting itself in unpleasant ways. You had to have confidence when doing it; the spirit had to know you meant business.

She wasn't feeling very confident at the moment because she didn't know exactly what was in her house. She knew it wasn't another person, though, she was certain of that now. Something was in that room with her, she could almost feel it breathing down her neck. She was starting to sweat like she had in that house. It would soon make her feel sick if she stayed there.

"This is my house," she said. "You don't get to take over my house. If you're going to cause problems, you're not welcome here."

She felt good as she said it because she meant it. This was her house; whatever was there did not get to take away the security that brought her. She wouldn't let it.

"If you don't leave on your own, I will find a way to make you leave."

A sudden heat filled her, a painful one, right in her gut, and she felt as if she were going to vomit. But she couldn't back down, couldn't show weakness. That would be the worst thing she could do just then. This was the first confrontation and she couldn't let it win. Things would just get worse if she did that.

The lights in the room began to flicker on and off – just very fast spurts of electricity that faded almost as soon as they came. She knew it was a show of power from whatever this thing was. It was enough to have Michael jerking awake in bed.

He rubbed his eyes quickly and took in the state of the lights before his gaze set on her.

"Miss Elizabeth?"

Most of the pain stopped then, a lingering ache was all that was left. It felt as if she'd done too many sit-ups and she felt weak all of a sudden as she fell to her knees. Her arms instinctively pulled in close to her middle protectively.

Michael was there in seconds. He was on his knees, too, and his hands had landed on her back. He was rubbing her back sloppily, trying to imitate how she'd comforted him the night before.

"What happened? The lights –" They were no longer flickering. "Are you okay? What are you doing in my room?"

She gasped for air before answering. "Something was here."

"Something . . ."

She didn't feel like explaining everything just then, and she no longer felt whatever that presence had been. It was gone for now.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow. Okay? I'm really tired."

"I'm – okay." Michael helped her stand. "Are you – it hurt you."

"It tried."

Elizabeth was able to walk on her own, but Michael followed her to her room anyway, and stayed in the doorway until she was back in bed. She noticed he looked a little nervous, much as he had earlier when he'd made sure she wasn't scared of him.

"Are you sure it wasn't me? That I . . . didn't do it."

"I'm very sure this wasn't you."

"Then something from the house. I brought it with me."

Elizabeth hated that he was so sure that this was his fault even though she did think that whatever it was had latched onto him even if it was focusing on her.

Mallory's words echoed in her head about how the darkness would present itself in some way if she became a threat to it. It had presented itself that night – and maybe even the night before in her dream.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, Michael. I need to sleep. But . . . it's not your fault. You didn't know, and neither did I. Okay?"

He nodded his head but didn't speak, so she didn't know exactly how he was feeling about what she'd just said. He closed her door and she heard him go back to his room and close his too. It didn't take long for her to sleep, she was that exhausted.

There were no more disturbances that night. ---------- Michael didn't sleep well the rest of the night. He dozed off and on, but he really was worried for Miss Elizabeth. Something had been hurting her. Something evil. He couldn't feel it anymore, but the air had been so oppressive when he'd woken up to find her there in his room.

He still didn't know how she'd come to be there. Had she heard something in his room? What had brought her there? Was whatever it was that had been hurting Miss Elizabeth really there for him? Had she come in to protect him? And was that why she'd been hurt? If that was the case then it really was his fault. He'd been the one to want to go to The Murder House, and if she got hurt because he'd brought something back from there . . .

He couldn't let that happen. Whatever it was couldn't have her. ---------- As was to be excepted, neither Michael nor Miss Elizabeth was that rested when they woke up to face the day. They had cereal and toast for breakfast and neither one of them really talked while they ate. They didn't have the energy.

Even after they ate and Michael remembered she said she'd tell him what had happened the night before – that morning really – he could only mutter that he was ready to talk. He was tired, and he knew she was tired. Her usually light mocha skin was a shade lighter, but she had dark rings around her eyes from her rest being interrupted. He wondered if he did as well.

She explained to the best of her ability about the footsteps and the banging on her bedroom door and how she'd thought it had been him at first, and about how the footsteps had began going to his room when she'd tried to open her own door.

Whatever it had been had definitely been playing with her.

"Michael, whatever it is, I think it does mean us harm. If it starts messing with you, you can't let it. Okay? It's not welcome here and you have to let it know that."

"I don't think it's after me, Miss Elizabeth. It came after you. If it wanted me, why would it get your attention first?"

It was true. Michael hadn't heard the footsteps, he hadn't heard any banging on his door. It had ended up in his room, yes, but it had drawn her there first. ---------- Later that day Elizabeth received a call from her mom, mostly because Elizabeth hadn't gotten in touch with either of her parents in the last few weeks. Not that that was unusual. Her family was not the most communicative. Her mom and dad both thought the fact that they had taken care of her financially made up for everything they had failed to do while they'd been raising her.

Both her mother and her father had always put their work ahead of spending time with their children. They had never made them feel as if they were a burden or a mistake, but they didn't believe in quality time either. They mostly just threw cash at them and hoped for the best.

When Elizabeth had decided to move out that year, her parents had been all too happy to help her financially. If she'd been able, she would've brought her sister Tara with her, but she hadn't. That was probably a good thing, considering what was going on in her house at the moment.

"I'm just calling to see how you're settling in. You've been there long enough now."

"Um, yeah. Everything's been great."

That technically wasn't a lie. Things had been going great until . . . well, the last two nights.

"Do you have everything you need?"

"Right now, yeah."

It was true. From the money she made delivering groceries – Constance wasn't the only one she did that for – and the money her mom and dad sent her monthly – guilty conscious much? – she was doing all right. She appreciated the help even if she didn't like the reason she received it.

"I still don't know why you had to pick a house so far away. There were plenty for sale around here. I don't like the thought of you living alone there."

"Mom, it's only an hour away." She didn't mention that she wasn't alone. That would just open a doorway for a conversation she didn't want to have. "And you know me. I'm good on my own. I always have been."

"Yes. I know. You just have never been on your own quite so far away."

"I'll be okay, and I promise I'll call you more. I've just been busy the past couple weeks."

They talked for a few more minutes, but eventually her mom had to go – she was an on-call doctor. Her mom didn't even leave her with an "I love you."

"Nice talking to you too."

Michael, who had started out listening to her conversation but had lost interest midway through, was playing a video game now. She couldn't keep from grinning when she realized it was Mario Cart.

She sat down on the sofa beside him. Without pausing the game, he said, "Your mom doesn't sound very nice."

"Sometimes she isn't." Then Elizabeth shook her head. "That's not fair. She's nice the only way she knows how to be. She loves me the only way she knows how and that's by making sure I'm financially set. There are worse things."

Michael did pause the game then, and he seemed much older all of a sudden while still remaining open the way only a child can.

"You always see the good in things," he said. "I don't know how you do it."

Elizabeth didn't know what to say because she herself didn't know how she did it. It was just something she'd always done – tried to see the light through the darkness. The darkness had never really bothered her; without it the light couldn't shine. ---------- That night they went to bed earlier than normal because of the lack of sleep the night before. Michael told her she didn't have to but Miss Elizabeth still read to him. He paid attention the best he could, but his mind wasn't really focused on the story like it normally was. He knew they were getting close to the end because Harry had just come up against the bad guy – Michael had been sure it was Snape, but instead it was Professor Quirrell.

"Miss Elizabeth?" His voice was quiet. He didn't really want to ask what he was about to ask, but he knew he had to. "What if that thing comes back?"

He watched as she bit her lip, watched as she thought about his question and how to best answer it. It took her a while.

"I'll do the only thing I can. I'll fight it until it goes away again."

"But what if it doesn't? What if you fight it and it hurts you like it tried to do last night?"

"I . . . I'm not going to lie to you, Michael. It could very well do that. I think I made it mad last night and that's why it tried to hurt me. I told it to go away, and I don't think it liked that very much."

"But it did go away. Right?"

"It did. I don't know how long it'll stay away, but, yeah, it went away."

"Good."

[sunalsolove]

YAY! Thanks for tag @whistlingwindtree !!

FITZSIMMONS

insists that they are an awesome dancer even though they’re terrible

Jemma! She had lessons (In ballet. When she was eight.) and can’t imagine she’s not exemplary at “modern dance”. Fitz is also terrible, but he freely admits it. 

likes to watch reality tv

It’s Jemma’s guilty pleasure. She knows who the rose went to and which houseguest is fighting with which. She will deny this if anyone asks. Probably.

Fitz gets frustrated at how wrong everyone is doing things (how the bloody hell can you sign up to spend weeks on a desert island and not know to start a bloody fire?) (Don’t get him started on home renovation shows) 

refuses to wear pants when they’re home alone

Neither of them refuses to wear pants (or trousers ;-) when they’re home alone (or with each other), but just try getting Fitz out of his favorite monkey-print PJ bottoms on lazy days off. 

(Jemma bought him two pairs, he doesn’t know she switches them out while he’s showering so she can wash one pair) 

is the jealous / protective one?

 After all they’ve been through? Both. Is it a little smothery from both sides? Sure, but they’re still too fragile to be otherwise. Jemma has perfected her death-glare at anyone (female or male) that tries to monopolize Fitz’s time without including her, and Fitz is still occasionally worried Jemma’s going decided he’s not worth all the pain and can stress out over her being too friendly with other guys--even if he knows she’s not going anywhere. He’s really good at not showing it (she knows anyway). 

Goes all out on the holidays?

Fitz has the best Christmas light display on the block, thank you very much. And on Halloween. (Jemma hasn’t let him get Easter lights...yet). Despite feeling like a bit of a traitor, he also has a hell of a backyard fireworks display on July fourth. 

However, Jemma’s the one who makes sure all their friends are invited over and that the guest room is ready and there’s plenty of food. (and that nobody loses a finger).  

cries over books

Jemma, but don’t tell anyone. (Stupid The Fault In Our Stars)

is terrible with kids

I can’t imagine either of them being terrible with kids, though I think Fitz would get exhausted with having to deal with a room full of them that weren’t his for any length of time and end up snapping at them. (Jemma would send him to timeout) 

drinks too much caffeine

Jemma, in a bid to do even more than the huge workload she already shoulders. She knows it’s not good for her...and then does it anyway. 

could sleep for twenty-four hours straight

I think this would be hard for either of them. They both have busy minds, but I can see Jemma going until she dropped, and then actually getting the sleep she needs. (Fitz just can’t- nightmares, anxiety, PTSD, but he’d damn well make sure Jemma was undisturbed while she got her rest). 

never wears matching socks

Fitz wouldn’t, but Jemma always buys him the same brand and style, so there’s never an opportunity, lol. 

punches a tree when they’re angry

Fitz. Sometimes he still loses control of his temper, but he’s working on that. 

gets scared by the toaster

Jemma. She’ll put toast on and then promptly gets distracted by something she’s doing or saying and forget about the toaster until it pops and makes her jump. (But don’t worry. Fitz fixed it so it only goes off gently now and  wirelessly sends an alert to her phone, tablet, or his smartwatch). 

I’m tagging @robotgort for Spuffy! And @gracenm for Bangel! 

[luckystarchild]

Random headcannon! What kind of fathers do you think the boys would be like? :)

Now THIS is the kind of head-canon Ask I can sink my teeth into! Love getting these. WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

KURAMA:

I actually wonder if Kurama would want children. Part of me thinks he’d be perfectly happy to be childfree by choice. He’s a precise person I imagine as a clean-freak, and I think he’d find kids tiresome.

BUT, if he had them, he’d raise them to be polite, responsible, and calm–almost little Kurama clones, because wild children would get on his nerves. He’d never, EVER raise his voice to his kids and he’d find spanking repugnant (because intimidating a child into obeying means he failed to reason with said child, which means Kurama’s big brain failed him, and his pride can’t have that)

 He’s the kind of father who would have an office in his home that no one is allowed into except for him;  “Don’t disturb your father while he’s working, children.”

I also think he might accidentally wind up being a bit distant from his kids. Not for lack of love, but he’s so dang polite and reserved that his kids might not find him accessible or approachable. PLUS I don’t think he had much of a family as a demon, and since he spent a lot of his childhood ignoring Shiori, he likely has no clue how to be a good parent (though he mimics Shiori as best he can). He’s not the type to play Legos with his kids, is what I’m saying.

He’d have no trouble telling his kids “no.” 

I think his kids would inevitably have a rebellious phase, mostly to get their father’s attention, and otherwise be hungry for his approval.

Mess with Kurama’s kids, btw, and you die. You die slowly and horribly in the basement, tortured long and slow (and Kurama’s kids, seeing him protect them, realize that while their father might be cold sometimes, he truly loves them very much).

The voice of reason on the local PTA (which he low-key runs by psychologically manipulating the other parents).

Bonus: Kurama’s kids would have a GREAT relationship with Shiori and spend a ton of time with their grandmother, whom Kurama would go to for parenting advice at least twice week when no one’s looking.

HIEI:

Firstly, I don’t think Mister Deathwish plans ahead enough to truly imagine a family life, and secondly, I think he’d avoid having kids after such a fucked-up childhood. “How can I raise a family when I’ve never had one of my own, never experienced what that feels like?” I hear him asking. He won’t even tell his sister they’re family, which makes me think he thinks he doesn’t DESERVE a family of his own…so any kids he has would likely be an accident, unless you write him with a lot of character development in which he moves past his intrinsic self-loathing.

So I see him being one of two types of fathers: the dad who resents having a kid accidentally (but the kid eventually opens him up and makes him a happier person), or the kind of dad who tries to be a good parent and just has no idea how and winds up making his kids cry a lot (“Daddy is scary!”). Or maybe he starts as the first and grows into the second; IDK.

Point is, he’d be gruff and no-nonsense, and when teaching his kids to fight (because you know he would!) he wouldn’t pull punches. In fact, I imagine him almost as an Aggressive Little League Dad™, taking a small child’s fighting lessons far too seriously for their own good:

“Pick up your sword, child!” he says to a kid literally in pull-ups.

“But Daddy, it’s too heavy!” says the kid as they try to life a sword that is literally twice their height.

“I SAID PICK IT UP, BRAT, AND STOP DAWDLING. AN ENEMY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BY NOW.”

 “Waaaah, Mommy, help!”

I think Hiei’s partner would have to step in and say, “Hiei, honey, they’re KIDS. Let them be kids. They don’t need to fight yet because we’ll keep them safe.” But since Hiei was LITERALLY TOSSED OFF A ROCK AS A BABY BY HIS OWN DANG MOM, he has no concept of what a peaceful childhood looks like and insists the kids fight while in diapers. It’s only when his partner points out that they do not, in fact, intend to toss their children off a floating island that Hiei chills out.

“Tell me, Hiei. Do you intend to abandon our child? Do you ever intend not to protect them? No? THEN LET THE KID GET A DANG TEDDY BEAR FOR HIS BIRTHDAY AND PUT AWAY THOSE NUNCHUCKS; GODDAMN.”

Has no idea what a PTA is and doesn’t care to learn, and will sulk if dragged to one. Maybe light a curtain on fire to cut the meeting short. It’s Hiei.

Bonus: Yukina would be a very involved auntie, because if Hiei is open enough to have kids of his own, he’d be open enough to confess he’s her brother.

YUSUKE:

Yusuke loves kids (at least in my personal head-canon he does), and while I totally see him having kids accidentally (because he ain’t the responsible sort), I do think he’d want them (or not hate the idea of then and just not think too hard about the possibility of kids until, whoops, one is on the way, too late now).

And you know what? I think he’d be a great dad.

He’d be warm with his kids, play with them on their level, and totally support them when they do something he never could (do well in school, for instance). Lots of affectionate teasing and wrestling, I picture. Yusuke’s father was canonically abusive, so Yusuke would try to right the wrongs of his childhood and be the best dad ever.

HOWEVER…I think he’d inevitably turn his partner into the Bad Cop to his Good Cop. Yusuke would be his kid’s buddy and leave the discipline to his partner. “Daddy, can I get a puppy?” “Um…go ask your mother/father!” He’d be the “fun” parent, and sometimes that would lead to strife with his partner and a lack of discipline with his kids. I mean, he’d probably give out the odd spanking or three (he spanks a kid in the manga, after all) but taking away a cell phone or grounding the kid would fall to Keiko, or whomever he has kids with.

In fact, if he tried to ground his teenage kids, they’d probably just laugh at him and assume he’s kidding, because he definitely let the kids skip school a few times, talks about their teachers with disdain, and isn’t built for being a stern parent.

Goes to PTA meetings, like, twice a year and makes snarky comments the whole time while eating all the snacks.

Bonus: Atsuko sobers up because Yusuke makes it clear she can’t be drunk when babysitting (and she desperately wants to be a better caretaker to them than she was to Yusuke, even if she laments she’s too young to be a grandmother). He also visits Mister Takenaka (who never married) with the kids sometimes and gets parenting advice from his former teacher, because Takenaka is the closest thing to a dad Yusuke had growing up. Takenaka becomes like a grandfather to Yusuke’s children and it’s lovely.

KUWABARA:

He wants kids, full stop. As a kid himself he wasn’t so sure, but as an adult his paternal instincts go a bit nuts. Turns out his obsession with kittens extends to human babies, as well. He’s a joyful parent, but he would very responsibly wait to have kids until he’s making good money and has finished school. No accidents like Yusuke, that’s for sure.

He preps the nursery as much as his partner does and is the best dad a mother could want during infancy. You ever see someone change a diaper at 4 AM with a grin on his face? You will if you visit Kuwabara when the baby comes home.

As the kids grow up, he gets totally wrapped around their fingers, a total “Yes Man” who brings home presents  (sometimes living ones like kittens) far too often for his partner’s tastes. Spoils his kids rotten, this guy, but his kids trust him completely and can go to him with any problems they have, knowing he won’t judge and will just listen.

He’s nurturing to a fault. Every night he helps with their homework, and if he doesn’t understand it, he’ll read chapters ahead in their textbooks and learn all of the material just so he can help them (through this he realizes just how much stuff he missed in school, back before he buckled down and went to college).

If he has a girl, he’ll be the kind of dad who gives a “Shotgun & Shovel” talk to her boyfriends (though knowing Shizuru, his daughters will be feminists and demand their dad back off and trust them to make their own choices). 

Kuwabara’s biggest fault as a dad is that he hovers and smothers; his kids will be driven NUTS and need space, much as they love their father.

Is the one bringing all the best snacks to the PTA meetings.

Bonus: Shizuru gives all his kids the sex talk because Kuwabara is too embarrassed to do it himself. She’s the coolest aunt ever, and his kids go to her house to escape their dad when he gets too smothery.

IN SUMMARY:

Hiei is an Aggressive Little League Dad™, but with fighting lessons. Doesn’t know what a PTA is and doesn’t care. WILL set something on fire if dragged there against his will.

Kurama is an aloof authority figure who psychologically manipulates the other PTA parents to get his way. Fuck you, Brenda, and screw the funding; these kids are getting a greenhouse.

Yusuke is the Cool Dad™ who eats all the snacks at PTA meetings (of which he only attends, like, two) and makes snarky comments about the moms' boobjobs to himself the whole time.

And Kuwabara is a loving helicopter parent who brings all the best snacks to the PTA meetings, during which he takes the meeting’s minutes (earnestly, but with illegible penmanship).

[yukheisrosie]

Jealousy (Chansoo imagine!)

Genre [Rating] : Comedy/Sad (kind of) 

Length : 1,929+ words

Pairing : Kyungsoo x Rose (no not from bp) ft. Chanyeol 

Summary : Where Chanyeol gets a little too comfortable and Ksoo gets a little too aggressive (kind of) (not really) 

if you enjoy awkward comedy, i really hope you enjoy ~ but also pls know that this imagine was written just for fun bc i’m major chansoo trash 

pls don’t bully me, i promise i’ll write a more serious series of imagines 

if i ever get the hang of it 

“Um?”

Rose sits up from her dream, brushing her bed head aside and blinks a little at the tall frame standing at her bedroom doorway

“What?” She yawns, rubbing her eyes

“I was supposed to be picked up from the airport like two hours ago” Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows, placing his bag on the floor. He looks to see Rose still in the same up right position. It was obvious she was still half asleep. 

“Wait, what time is it?” Rose squints with one eye, looking at the clock

“I have to pick up Chanyeol from the airport”

“I’m literally right here” Chanyeol replies

“Oh” Rose responds before plopping back underneath her pillow

By then it was clear to Chanyeol that it was no use into talking to her, considering her rather delusional mind, and even though he was super tired from such a long travel - he still decided to keep up the conversation. 

“That’s it?” Chanyeol speaks “No ‘Welcome back, Chan! We’re so happy you’re here!’?”

It was silence from Rose’s end as Chanyeol sighs, then looking around the familiar room he’s been in so many times. Everything was exactly the same from what he remembered, from the way their bed was placed neatly in the center of the room to the same collages of pictures posted up all across the walls.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” He asks, staring at the coupled picture of them in front of the Disneyland castle. He was holding her close while Rose’s arms were wrapped around his waist hugging him tight.

He had no idea why it was kind of bugging him. Maybe it was the fact that they were in love, or because he still didn’t know whether or not his feelings towards her was real. It wasn’t in his intentions to fall for his best friends girlfriend- it sorta just happened. And of course Chanyeol wasn’t the type to ruin such a beautiful relationship, so he did what anyone else would do in that sort of situation and- 

avoid it

“Work” Rose mumbled, and Chanyeol rolls his eyes at her now lack of communication

“He doesn’t get off til like four.” She mentions, now turning her body into a more comfortable position; her back turned towards him

“So you’ll answer any questions about Kyungsoo” Chanyeol mumbles, letting out a deep breath and continuing to look at the pictures to see if he was in at least one. “That’s cool”

“What?” Rose perks up a little, but her back was still facing him.

“Nothing” Chanyeol quickly replies, hoping she didn’t hear, and knowing Rose- she probably didn’t.

He stares at her sleeping figure a little longer before letting out a loud yawn. He has spent almost half of his day having to deal with chattering from different strangers and annoying kids kicking the back of his seat. The boy was beyond worn out.

He yawns once more before shuffling his feet over to the bed and plopping right at Rose’s feet, using his arms as a pillow and letting his eyes close lightly.

“Literally what are you doing” Rose’s muffled voice asks through her pillow, not really caring to move from her spot and Chanyeol was already way too comfortable to even talk back

“I’ve been on that plane for more than five hours and waited another two at the airport before deciding to Uber to your guys’s house.” Chanyeol’s muffled voice replies back as he lets himself relax more into their comforter. “I’m sleeping until Kyungsoo gets back.”

Rose was about to say something, but the most part of her body and mind were still locked in sleeping mode. So with that being said, she does nothing but ignore him, and instead finding herself falling back to sleep comfortably.

“Babe-” Kyungsoo calls out as he enters the shared loft. He drops his keys on the kitchen counter, taking out his phone and swiping.

“Why do i have ten missed calls and text messages from Chanyeol?” He asks as he walks down the hall and to the room. It was quiet throughout the house, as the only sound that Kyungsoo was aware of was the birds chirping from outside the windows.

“Did you forget to pick him up from the airport again-” His voice stops once he opens the door to see both Chanyeol and Rose sleeping peacefully on the same bed.

Kyungsoo didn’t even hesitate to walk his way over, grabbing a pillow and slapping it right on Chanyeol’s back, having him jolt up as well as Rose waking up sort of peacefully. 

“What happened?” Rose yawns, casually sitting up. She then smiles brightly as she meets eyes with her boyfriend, now fully awake after seeing him.

“Hey! you’re home early-” She lets out one more yawn before looking to her side to see a sleepy Chanyeol right next to her. She was way too deep into her sleep earlier that she didn’t even realize Chanyeol had moved closer. The two meet eyes as he sends her a small tired smile.  

Rose’s eyes grew wide as she shrieks, pushing herself away from him and closer to the edge where Kyungsoo was standing. A confused expression then spreads across her face as she tries to figure out what the hell was happening. 

“Who picked you up from the airport?” She asks and Chanyeol just lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes for better vision.

“Better yet- What the hell are you doing in my bed with my girlfriend?” Kyungsoo asks, trying to hide the fact he’s highly uncomfortable.

“Rose forgot to pick me up, I Ubered here and fell asleep.” He explains the same story; just shortly this time. He steals a small glance at his friend who looked more than pissed, but he couldn’t find the words to say anything as this time he was the one who was half asleep. 

“On my bed” Kyungsoo points out, crossing his arms and Chanyeol sighs once more.

“Well, I wasn’t just going to sleep on the floor-” He replies, laughing a little and rubbing his sore neck. “I’ve been cooped up on a plane for half of my day- I almost forgot what a bed felt like.”

Kyungsoo meets eyes with his girlfriend who looked just as confused as he did before sighing a little. He cursed himself at how he couldn’t be too completely mad. Sometimes he tends to forget the fact that Rose is probably one of the most deepest sleepers he has ever met. He couldn’t be angry at her delusional mind, even she didn’t even know what was going on- and that’s a lot.

And for Chanyeol- he’s his best friend and Kyungsoo trusts him enough not to make a move on her, but he still couldn’t help but feel a bit timid at how close the two were. It was just an innocent incident, no matter how bad it looked to him.

Kyungsoo decided to brush it off and put his insecurities aside. He bit his tongue for the time being to try and enjoy his time spent with two of the most important people in his life, and to his surprise; it worked

That was, up until he noticed Chanyeol getting a little too comfortable with Rose during a small studio session where Chanyeol being the instrument player and all- teaches Rose how to play. 

It was times like these where Kyungsoo wishes he took more time in learning the piano.

“You’re literally playing the opposite of what i’m teaching you” Chanyeol sighs, smiling calmly at the small girl in the middle of them. Kyungsoo couldn’t help but feel his heart race at that. He was anxious to see if he’d take this any further.

“Really? Or are you just a sucky teacher?” Rose furrows her eyebrows childishly and Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh- having Kyungsoo roll his eyes, looking away for a bit before paying attention again.

“Here, let’s try this.”

Chanyeol scoots closer, catching Kyungsoo’s attention so quick that he does the same; the two almost moving in sync. Chanyeol raises an eyebrow in confusion and Kyungsoo does nothing but stare blankly at him.

Rose looks back and forth at the two boys before brushing it off and shaking her head, not thinking too much of how overly weird they were being. 

Chanyeol looks at Kyungsoo a little more before wrapping one arm around Rose’s shoulders, hovering closely and placing both hands on top of hers. “Just follow my lead” he says calmly, about to play and at this point Kyungsoo couldn’t hold in his anger any longer.

But of course he wasn’t going to show it.

At least not in front of his girlfriend.

Kyungsoo sprints up, now looking down at the two. He stands there for a while, trying to think of something clever to say and not be super obvious Chanyeol was pushing it. It was like the two were having a hardcore stare down until Kyungsoo broke the silence. 

“Can you come with me to the bathroom?” He asks with a straight face, meeting eyes with his girlfriend before looking right at Chanyeol and catching the two off guard.

“You want me to come to the bathroom?” Chanyeol asks confused “With you?”

Kyungsoo thinks a little bit, mentally cursing to himself for making things awkward instead of heated and with anger. He’s usually not this nervous, or full of emotions; But considering this is a first for him- he couldn’t help it. 

“Yes.” He simply replies and both Chanyeol and Rose look at each other as Chanyeol shrugs and stands up, following Kyungsoo out the room. He gives a small wave towards Rose before Kyungsoo shoves him through the door.

Kyungsoo began thinking of ways to tell him to back off on the silent walk over. He didn’t want to be too threatening, but he also didn’t want Chanyeol thinking it was okay for him to be all smothery with Rose. Especially in front of him.

He hasn’t really been in this type of situation to where one of his best friends, someone he’d consider family- would fall for the love of his life, and frankly if it meant having to potentially threaten a very important person in your life, he would’ve never started a relationship with anyone to begin with. 

Okay, that was a lie.

Maybe.

Chanyeol looks down to see Kyungsoo super focused and staring blankly into space before raising an eyebrow. He was going to say something- but at the same time thought Kyungsoo was being; well, Kyungsoo.

Deciding to brush it off, he opens the door to the mens restroom. “It’s funny, I didn’t think I actually had to go until we got here” Chanyeol’s voice echos, laughing a little as he walks up to one of the urinals.

Kyungsoo stays a few feet away from him, getting even more mad that now he had to wait until Chanyeol was finished doing his business.

He just had to pick the bathroom.

“Do you have a crush on Rose?” Kyungsoo asks, deciding not to wait any longer and coming up to him, crossing his arms in which Chanyeol just looks over at him with a small smile, finally putting the pieces together. 

“That’s a little personal to be talking about in the bathroom, Don’t you think?” He answers in a question, referring to their awkward position. He didn’t want to be too obvious about the whole ‘crush’ thing. To him, it was a heavy word. He was torn between his best friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend.

Kyungsoo just brushes his irritation towards his replies to the side. He couldn’t care less if anyone walked in to see him basically corning Chanyeol in the bathroom while he was taking a piss.  

“Answer the question.” Kyungsoo responds, still watching him.

Chanyeol just stands there for bit before finishing up, flushing the toilet and walking up to one of the sinks in which Kyungsoo just quickly turns around and watches him. He wanted to tell him just so there wouldn’t be any more tension between them while he’s still visiting; But at the same time- he didn’t think it’d be worth it to ruin a perfectly good relationship by bringing up his feelings into the mix. 

He was stuck. He had no idea what to say. He felt as if he couldn’t avoid it any longer and the silence between the two made Kyungsoo almost crazy.

“I love Rose.” Kyungsoo admits, breaking the moment, looking Chanyeol in the eyes. “Like a lot.”

“I would believe so” Chanyeol replies, trying not to sound hurt by laughing a bit and grabbing a napkin. Maybe it just wasn’t the time to admit or confess anything. A friendship and peace is enough for him. He didn’t want to burden anyone with useless information, I mean- it’s not like he could ever get a chance with her.

“You two have been together since the stone ages” He teases, covering up the real truth.

“Then why bother flirting and being all touchy with her if you knew that?” Kyungsoo asks, furrowing his eyebrows, and Chanyeol did nothing but let out another fake laugh. He always sucked at hiding his emotions. When it comes to Chanyeol- if he likes someone; he will show that - despite any circumstances.

“Relax, I’m not trying to steal her from you” He forces himself to say, finally giving in. “I just enjoy her company” he shrugs, hoping he sounded at least a little believable. 

“Well so do I.” Kyungsoo agrees as the two were now face to face and Chanyeol laughs once more at how stiff Kyungsoo was. Even though this is a hard topic for Chanyeol, Kyungsoo’s uncomfortable facial expressions never seem to fail at making him laugh. 

Now Chanyeol knew for sure it wasn’t a good idea to say anything. He could tell Kyungsoo really cared about her, and as long as she’s under his care- the two would probably be inseparable for god knows how long. 

“I would never do something like that” He reassures, pushing his shoulder a little.  “I’m sorry if i got too comfortable.” He apologizes, “And if it makes you feel any better- I could always crash at one of the other guy’s house.” 

“No, no- It’s fine.” Kyungsoo sighs, relaxing a bit. He looks down a little before meeting eyes with him again. Although he was still iffy, he took his word. It was as if the two were on the same but completely different page at the same time.

“Just- don’t be too touchy” Kyungsoo shrugs, now avoiding eye contact again. “I’m the only one who’s supposed to touch her hands and stuff- not you.”

Chanyeol stays unphased as he just smiles through his denial state of mind; Nodding in agreement to get this over with already.

“Okay, deal.” He responds, “Anything else while we’re here?”

Forgetting they were in the restroom, Kyungsoo shakes his head and walks past him and out the door leaving Chanyeol in his thoughts for a while. 

“So you cornered him.” Rose nods, dipping her chip into the salsa and popping it in her mouth. Kyungsoo lets out a rather loud sigh as he felt himself growing incredibly irritated by literally the both of them. 

“In the bathroom” Chanyeol mentions casually, coming in to do the same thing. Rose looks at Chanyeol before looking at her boyfriend and bursting into a flattered laugh. 

“He was pushing it” Kyungsoo replies, ignoring eye contact and watching the movie that the other two obviously had no interest in watching. Sensing Kyungsoo’s vibe, and knowing the dude for half of his life- Chanyeol could tell he was a bit bothered by the jokes. 

Rose just continues to laugh while Chanyeol stands up, brushing himself off. “I’m gonna head on over to take a piss” He mentions, deciding to give the two a moment to patch things up; but it didn’t stop him from teasing a little further. 

“You wanna come?” He asks, looking at Kyungsoo and hearing Rose laugh one more time. Kyungsoo just flips him off while still pretending to watch the film and ignoring the fact Rose practically fell over on the couch from laughing too much.

Chanyeol lets out a small laugh, shaking his head and disappearing down the hall leaving the two in a small silence between the couple as Rose calms down from her laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” Kyungsoo asks, now turning to her “I was really mad.”

He didn’t want to make it seem he was too bothered by it, but at the same time he also didn’t want Rose sharing this story with their future kids and grand kids.   

“I know” Rose nods, biting her bottom lip to stop her from bursting into another laugh. She scoots closer, wrapping both arms around his shoulders as Kyungsoo just shakes his head and tries his hardest to ignore her by turning towards the movie again.

“I really admire your protective side, you know that?” Rose smiles, looking at his side profile closely and falling in love all over again. He never really failed into making Rose anything but content and happy. 

“Even if your awkwardness takes over a lot- i love how you really care about me.” she nods, turning a bit more serious within the moment and Kyungsoo sits there a while- not making eye contact just yet, but it was obvious he wanted to, 

“Of course I care.” He responds monotone, trying not to let her get to him as he sets his eyes still on the TV. “I love you.”

Rose continues to stare at the side of his eyes before smiling to herself. “I love you too.” She replies, leaning up to place a kiss on her embarrassed boyfriend’s cheek. 

Kyungsoo then gives in, letting out a shy smile at the words and actions and places a hand on her leg, holding her close before turning to look at her. The two take in each others features face to face in a comfortable silence again.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Rose reassures, now placing a quick kiss on his lips and savoring every moment of his plumped lips onto hers.

“We just need to do something about this whole ‘harassing people in bathrooms’ thing” She then teases and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, pushing her off.

“You always ruin the moment.” His face turns back to being emotionless as Rose just laughs, going back up into the same position; this time smothering him with kisses until he eventually gave in again.

Chanyeol smiles to himself as he tries to convince himself he made the right choice. He looks down at his phone before clicking it off and bringing the rest of his bags out in to the living room, catching both Rose and Kyungsoo’s attention. 

“Where are you going?” Kyungsoo asks, pausing the movie and sitting up. 

Chanyeol looks at Rose, letting out one more smile before replying; He knew that if he were to stay there any longer, he’d ruin everything- even if he didn’t mean to. Just because he’s putting his feelings aside doesn’t mean it’d be easy.

“Sehun’s back in town too.” Chanyeol replies, nodding. “I’d thought he’d be in need of a room mate.” He comes up with the shitty excuse on the spot and Rose and Kyungsoo both stand up and make their way toward the tall boy, getting ready to say goodbye. 

“Are you sure?” Kyungsoo asks after giving him a tight hug and Chanyeol nods in response reassuringly. 

“Positive.” Chanyeol smiles before turning to face Rose’s small frame- who just stood there with a sad look on her face. To him, it looked like she wanted to say something; possibly tell him to stay? But then again- it could just be a form of what Chanyeol wanted to happen.

He takes in every bit of her features, from her stance, her dimples on her cheeks, and to the gleam her eyes seem to always have whenever the two would meet eye contact. 

“Call us when you get there safely. Maybe we could all hang out tomorrow!” Rose comments, snapping him back to reality and soon he felt himself taking in her warm embrace. 

He holds her tight, feeling his heart start to beat fast. She gave the best hugs in his book; It was always a thing he absolutely adored of her, and it sucked how he will never get the chance to tell her that.

As they send their last goodbyes, Chanyeol finds himself walking towards the car, and opening the passenger seat before hopping in and greeting Sehun with a high five.

He stares out at the city lights shining through the night sky, stuck in his thoughts once again until Sehun came in softly,

“You tell her yet?” He questions, breaking the silence and stealing glances.

Chanyeol sighs; the smell of Rose’s perfume staining his clothes and making it harder for him to even talk as he wished he had the chance to hold her a little bit longer. 

“No.” He responds, eyes still looking out the window. 

The conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence before Sehun came in once more. 

“You thinking of telling her?” He asks

Chanyeol looks over at Sehun’s concerned expression upon his face before letting out a small sigh, placing a hand on top of his shoulder. 

“Maybe in the next lifetime!” He laughs, making another joke to yet mask over his feelings, and the rest of the car ride was filled with nothing but silent thoughts and fictional scenarios that would only happen in the next lifetime. 

ok WOW um sorry for ending it so poorly- I actually edited this more than I thought I would and added like more details;; it wasn’t my intention to make it kind of depressing but knowing me i’m a sad person in general and it kinda just happens and i’m super sorry BUT will make it up by writing a more happy Chanyeol imagine in the future. 

[littlemissgeek8]

I looooooooove your stories and I love how you describe tommy as reckless but caring , I love it 😇

Aww, thanks! :3 I’ve never actually put the way I see Tommy into words but honestly,you nailed it exactly. He’s got a ton of problems he’s still working through,and honestly I can see him having a lot of harsh feelings about himself that hedoesn’t talk about, which leads into the recklessness. Thanks to Jasonbasically robbing him of a normal life/childhood, I can honestly see Tommyputting his own worth kind of beneath other people’s due to the trauma he’sgone through, which leads to both sides, the recklessness and the fact that hecares a lot more deeply than he might initially show.

For the romantic angle (at least as I’m writing it with Deborah), he’scoming into the relationship after having been slightly burned by his previousone. I don’t want anyone to think that I really hate Megan, since I don’t, but honestly I don’t see her relationshipwith Tommy lasting a long time. It’s clear she wants to move a lot faster thanhim, and I get the feeling that her entire interest in him stemmed from anattempt to piss off her sheriff dad. As far as what I see happening after themovie, I can see Megan sort of clinging really hard to Tommy in reaction tolosing her sole remaining parent, and as a result taking the relationship a lotmore seriously and a lot faster than Tommy’s ready to (especially if it’s his first real relationship, since I doubthe was dating much in the hospital.) She probably ended up moving in with himfor a while since she couldn’t bear to be in her dad’s house, and things seemedokay for a while, but I can see Megan struggling to deal with her own guilt,grief and possible trauma from part 6, on top of not being ready to deal withTommy’s symptoms as well. Which led to disagreements, which led to hurtfeelings, which eventually leads to whatever spark they had fading entirely andthe two going their separate ways.

And here we come to Deborah. There’s somewhat of that same spark here, andwhile Deborah’s too shy to make the first move, Tommy’s too scared to. Because what if she’sanother Megan? Things went too fast and got too real and now there’s moreemotional scarring on top of all the damage Jason and years of unhelpfultherapy. But once he finally lets go of the fear and stops closing himself offto the possibility of caring about someone again, he’s very warm and caring in arelationship. Not smothery, and probably not in the “big grand romantic gestures”kind of way-- just quiet, unobtrusive things and nice domestic moments andevery so often he’s this dorky kid who’s just stupidly in love and still workingthrough the things most people figure out in their teens.

Just GOSHI have feelings about Tommy and I hope you don’t mind my rambling! XD

[landofsomethingsomething]

Can I just say I love your trickster karkat and Kanaya hcs. How do you think normal rose and dave would deal with their SO like that

Rose & Dave would both be deeply embarrassed but secretly enjoy the extra unfiltered attention, like. Normally I think Karkat & Kanaya are kind of holding back because THEY’RE embarrassed at the depth and strength of their own feelings so they’re kind of putting on a front, which is fine, Rose and Dave do this too and all parties in these relationships know everyone else is full of shit and everyone here loves each other very much, buuuuuuuut this glimpse of unfiltered affection while totally humiliating is also definitely on some level 100% fucking delightful even if neither would ever admit it. 

Rose would love to hear Kanaya speak frankly without second guessing any of her nosy observations or whether this gossip is appropriate right now and so on, she would probably find it all goddamn hilarious (unless it’s about HER..... which some of it definitely would be. Then it’s KANAYA NO STOP trying fruitlessly to distract her, this was way better when you were gossiping about karkat and dirk and roxy go back to that pls.) Dave would just put on this outward “welp I GUESS this is my responsibility to take care of him” persona and act really put upon but he keeps nervously laughing and is quietly dying inside every time Karkat frankly and excitedly talks about their relationship and his feelings and etc. Trickster Karkat definitely sits there expectantly waiting for Dave to affirm his end of this deal too and will sit there needling him until he says “I love you” back, like Trickster Karkat isn’t letting Dave get away with blushing and mumbling, and then when he inevitably does karkat swoops in and gets all smothery/clingy and there’s no way Dave can hide how much he likes it, sorry Dave secret’s out (everyone knew anyway)

Both of them try to lure their SO out of the public sphere to preserve their own dignity, this is so much easier to deal with in private, to varying levels of success

[countdownto65]

Empathy for Self

What is the nemesis of shame? Empathy.

What is the root of most of your shame? Attention seeking, codependentcy and sexual misconduct.

Empathy. You were the oldest in the family fighting for parental attention against two babies.

You hit puberty early. This was a 2 fold problem. You started getting attention furthering the tight shirts but in turn Everyone in 4th grade started calling you a ho. You had never even kissed a boy. You were not a ho and kids are fucking mean.

But you know who else’s attention you got by having boobs, dressing in body suits and seeking attention at 11 years old? A fucking pedophile. While your behavior made you an easy target, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE SEXUALLY EXPLOITED AT 12, 13, 14, OR 15 YEARS OLD. Did you fuckin get that? No matter what your actions it was not your fault they targeted you. Even if you agreed to it at 13, 14, 15 you can leave that self blame right here bc that was their bad NOT YOURS. This is where you learned sex = attention, power, control. They would buy you stuff, get you high and drunk, make you feel like the best person they know all (not explicitly stated) for sexual behavior. I learned a skewed view on relationships and appropriate sexual behavior in adult married behavior. I learned to emotionally detach from sex. I learned to over ride the “this shit ain’t right” feeling you get in your chest when you are uncomfortable in a situation. All of these things are what set your boundaries and your very left field view of what kind of attention makes you feel worthwild. This was not your fault and sometimes life has shitty things happen that effect our outlook forever.

So it sure was easy to sleep with boyfriends, I mean you “loved” them, they were always older, sex was something that didn’t come from everybody so with my sexual skills I learned from the pedophiles I was the best gf a 16 year old could have. And bc I could so easily separate sex from emotion (as a conditioned response to molestation) and it was a way to get boys I liked to notice me, I gave it up easily. Not necessarily sex, but sexual acts. It was one way I felt power and control. Boys treated me special on the surface bc I was pretty with tight clothes…but I failed to realize the power was momentary at the cost of respect. Both self respect and respect of everyone else. This was when my first experience with the fuck and run type of dude came in. The first time I cared. After that I didn’t at least I told myself I didn't but This was when I began codependency. They didn’t always fuck and run. I was good at getting boys to stick around for a while. I was a serial dater. I had to have a significant other to feel worth so I had too many boyfriends. Always one on hand one on the backburner. This was you reaching out for real connection, something you felt had been missing both with your parents, your abusers and your random sexual encounters. When I had a bf I was faithful. I know that sounds fucked up bc I just said I had a backburner but I was never sleeping with this other guy. I just friend zoned him knowing he liked me so I could establish my safety net. So one day at 17 Ieft home, went to a house party, hooked up with the guy who’s house it was (Matt) and that was the start of my first adult relationship. I loved him from the bottom of my toes but he often cheated on me and I never left him for it. It was at this time that I severed my relationship with my abusers. I was old enough to at least have an inkling something wasn’t right, plus now I considered it cheating and I didn’t cheat on him. He started selling drugs. We both got into cocaine. It was easy bc I dated the dopeman.

Then he went to prison. I continued the relationship with him but continued to date/sleep with men while he was away. This was when I caught an std and began stripping on weekends. This is still caused by poor boundaries and a skewed idea of sex and power… Set in motion by sexual abuse. By now I had slowed way down on cocaine but had a huge weed and alcohol habit. I worked at a catholic preschool during the week but stripped to pay for my substances on Sat nights. This set off a little bit of the uncomfortable double life feeling but I pushed it down. I also hustled people for substances. Although I never slept with anyone for money or drugs. But I def made them think I might so they would get me high. Never felt bad either bc if your a dude willing to be got you deserved to get hustled…that was my mindset. I also saw stripping as a hustle. Hustle to me means fuck with a lame walk with a limp. I mean if your gonna be thirsty I’ll take your money. This is probably when I acquired my mindset that most dudes were creeps and out to get me. I realize now that by appearing easy I was literally attracting creeps but at the time I enjoyed the attention and the feeling of superiority and has a huge sample of men to confirm my bias.

Every now and then though I got tricked out of my hard exterior and caught feelings. This is my deep emotional need for connection, to feel worth while. This is where I met my daughters father. He was a giant red flag but problem with bad boundaries and emotional regulation is if I liked you I would ignore red flags and become overly obsessed with you. This has continued to be a problem throughout adulthood.

Anyways I dated Tony until He went to prison, then Matt got out of prison until we broke up, then Tony got out of prison and we has Olivia. Then Tony went back to prison and I met Jason, I left Jason when Tony got out of prison but when Tony and I broke up I went back to Jason and we had Leah. Are you seeing the boomerang effect of codependentcy and back burner relationships. One stable relationship was not enough.

I wanted Jason to be different. To be a family but unfortunately Jason turned out to be very abusive mentally, physically and emotionally. He was an alcoholic and a mean one. But for some reason I loved him and let him stomp on me over and over. He took my confidence. He took my pride. He took my soul. I tried to break up with him 30 times he would say no and just wouldn’t leave. I was faithful to him until I moved out into subsidised housing. But even then I didn’t have multiple men just one man that to this day I love. This guy put up with being #2 for 2 years on and off. Maybe he knew I loved him, maybe he knew that I was stuck with Jason, maybe he knew I needed to feel wanted and worthy. During this I felt guilty and shameful. I eventually bought a house and moved Jason in. That is when this other guy got a new gf and left me alone. It was like mourning a breakup that I couldn’t tell anyone. Eventually I legally evicted Jason and this left me with a self worth and connection black hole.

I acted out for a minute on my usual single m.o.. Then an old friend from middle school came in. He was different then others in that he was genuinely nice and cared for my well being. Unfortunately he also came with a huge dose of depression leading to at the time an inability to keep a job or help with housework. But I stayed with him on and off for the next few years bc I loved him for his emotional support and that he made me feel worthy. Plus it was safe. As a woman in her 30s, I am at the point that if I’m in a relationship I don’t cheat or scope out new guys or have a backburner. It kept me emotionally reeled in. But bc of my trust issues, bc of my lack of feeling worthy, bc of my resentment for him watching me struggle, and bc of my need for excitement or passion (see drama) I couldn’t be with him forever. Even after he got better and held a job and helped my brain short circuits and told me that our lack of connection was insurmountable. I broke his heart and he did nothing wrong. I am just still searching for that lasting “in love” connection that I am not sure exists. I harbor huge guilt here. Both for his feelings and for what could be wrong with me that I left what I said I wanted. That maybe my brain will never let me really love. My only empathy here is that I am working on my shit and all I can do is that.

Every time in my adult life when I have been unhappy in a relationship I’ve left instead of fixing. I have searched out attention through suggestive facebook posts or selfies or sexting. I have been emotionally raw towards men. I had a shitty attitude toward relationships. Anytime that I was single or had freedom I either had a fuck buddy that I didn’t feel anything for or sometimes I would make a strong connection and go all in. I would rush it sexually (again not necessarily full sex but messing around for sure) and more times then not I get played. Within 2 weeks after they no longer answer my texts or calls. This is the shit adult shame is built from. How can you be so blind and stupid? Why can’t you be stable and happy? But here is where I need an empathy piece. Your sexuality was already not healthy then Jason stripped you of any self worth. He often told you no one could ever love me bc I was such a low down terrible person, a piece of shit mother, a whore. Six years of that and you begin to believe it. So if a man comes along and sells you a dream of being loveable its hard not to want with all your heart to believe them. And sexuality is my only tool I know for reeling them in. But when things get too serious I start getting scared of being broken or having to work on things that historically haven’t worked or old scars become obsessions.

I am at a point in my life now that I want to change but Tbh I don’t know how. I want to regain respect for myself and I would like to change peoples opinion of me or better yet not care. This has sent me into a major mental health crisis. I want to know how to reel it in and gain respect while still being true to myself. I still yearn for spark, sex and connection but I want to do it healthily. I want to take the emotional polarization and shame out of sex. Instead of not caring at all or being a crazy obsessive smothering weirdo and throwing myself at someone then feeling like an idiot for falling so hard. So maybe dates in public, counting actions over words and putting time in between the spark and the sex.

I am still struggling with what to do about social media. I mean I need to chill on the provocative selfies, attention seeking posts, and entertaining anyone that messages me… but I still like to be noticed. I want to post selfies and I think dirty memes are funny. Anyway this is long. I am still figuring shit out. And I can’t just look at empathy without taking inventory of what I could have done differently. But this post is empathy and it did help take off a small piece of that shame.

(*when I say act out sexually I don't mean I've had hundreds of partners but rather I have been quick to sexually experiment but I have also developed a "stop point". Don't get it too twisted.)

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Pros & Cons

These are going around on facebook so I thought I’d take mine here! Since Kana is too young to date technically (and I’ve already done one of those in the past), I’m going to list the pros and cons of being Kana’s friend instead.

PROS: +Once she likes you, you’re in for life unless you betray that friendship to mess with her. +She’s affectionate. Like, really, REALLY affectionate. This is beneficial to those who are lonely in a lot of ways, as Kana will literally make it her mission to make the lonely ones feel as loved as she possibly can. She just wants them to know she’s there for them. That as long as she’s there, they’re not alone. +When she cares, she cares deeply. If you’re in her inner circle, you will be subjected to gift-showering and pampering the likes of which are exclusively seen by Nohrian royalty. When sick, guess who’ll be your round-the-clock nurse? +Two in one – a powerful dragon and dark mage. But wait, there’s more! Oh, right; she’s overprotective AF. Anyone comes close to hurting you, she’ll eviscerate them. +She might be cold to the touch bc cold-blooded, but she’s small and flexible enough to be an adequate cuddle buddy for almost any occasion. +She’ll inadvertently fluff your ego by looking up to you for guidance and support. Under your leadership, she feels safe.

CONS: -Has a really awful temper if pushed. -She’s, well, a child. If there’s a big-enough age gap, you probably won’t have a lot of the same interests. And this is Kana – she’s notorious for bein hard-to-please. -Stubborn AF. Refuses to be bossed around and will fuss until she wears you down into stopping trying to order her. -Clinginess. She’s CLINGY AS HELL. It gets kinda smothery at times, but that’s because the thought of being away from you is nightmarish to her. -Immaturity will get in the way of a lot of your disagreements. She’ll resort to being childish and throw terrible tantrums if things go south. The solution to this is coaxing her into taking a nap. Because she only ever does this when she needs one. -Very, very fickle. -Will ice you out if angry at you. This can go on for weeks on end. -Cries 75% of the time. There’ll be times when she clings to you and bawls into your clothes. -Passive-aggressive AF. -Mood swings. -If her tangents ever turn violent out of rage, you’ll be her first target. -Hides her emotions too much. She might act a certain way sometimes, but you’ll never really know what she’s thinking unless she tells you upfront. -Sleepwalks. Your bed at night at your side is her primary target. Kana will latch onto you and not let go unless you can find a way to pry her off. -Her moodiness will impact a lot of what she says and does. -Considerable war PTSD. -She… needs a LOT of reassurance. She’s too scared of you leaving her and will need to be reminded that you aren’t. If I think of any more I’ll update!