#once someone said i treat my friends like hamsters

[mindsoccupiedwithheaven]

On lunch, saddles, and solidarity.

TLDR: We are not alone in our most secret worries and fears. Everyone feels insecure in themselves, even as they project confidence and capability. Acknowledge that, and own it. Everyone should have a safe place to fail and person to learn from. Lean on each other.

Four days ago, I took a deep, deep breath and ate lunch with my friends of a year ago. My friends? I suppose they were. We worked together and they were always infinitely kind. So why was I so nervous?

I am capable of the work here, or at least capable of learning. I can post a trot and muddle my way through a drive or a jingle. I can shoe. I can learn to brand and fix and even work cattle, if need be. I have done it before and I can do it again. So why was I so nervous?

I feel behind. While technically in my second year, I arrived late and missed the preseason "training" of last year. It sucks, and it's embarrassing to feel behind. These are things I want to be good at, and I'm not yet. So I swallowed my pride and asked dumb questions, even ones I should already know the answers to, ones I knew the answers to last year. I asked for people to check my saddling, knots, posture. I thanked people profusely for their help. And in the process, I learned that I was not the only one. Mathilda reminded me how to tie my knots, and told me that she, too, had forgotten how to after her first season. Helen told me that she hadn't ridden in nine months either. And these women are my bosses!

I continued to admit my insecurities, tactfully. After I realized I was not the only one, I would quietly thank people when they mentioned their similar feelings: "thank you so much for sharing that, Ava. It makes me feel a lot less alone". I realized other people probably felt just as alone in their perceived incompetence as I did, even (especially) those "supposed" to know more than me. I hoped that in turn, by owning myself, I could help them.

Plus, people like to help. Helping and teaching wiling people always makes me feel more competent in skills, and I am hoping to help others feel similarly by asking questions that can be answered and asking for all the help they can give me. I want this to be a two way street.

I was invited to go out tonight with the group. I have overcome (some) fear of incompetence and allowed myself in, just as I am, even though I do not know everything. I think people like me more this way, now that I'm owning it. I hope I can help them do the same.

Just take care of each other, and know you are never alone.

[shigayokagayama]

Shou for the character thing :]

Sexuality Headcanon:

ace aro shou and free my souuuuuuul i wanna get lost in rock in rooooooooll

Gender Headcanon:

trans guy because the "toichiro reacts to his son coming out" has solidified itself in my brain as the funniest series of words ever written

A ship I have with said character:

the ritshou qpp agenda. this post is them 20 years later but the kids are the inhabitants of their living room aquarium. shou's meat slicer.

A BROTP I have with said character:

teru and shou would get along great i know it in my heart and soul. shou spinoff where he and teru are vigilantes lives in my brain. i also think that he and mob have really fun unrealized friend potential

A NOTP I have with said character:

i honestly dont think ive seen a ship with him that i necessarily disliked? hes just fun to imagine interacting with other characters in general i think. i saw someone ship him with mezato once and i dont see the vision but i feel like i could be convinced otherwise without much difficulty.

A random headcanon:

huge horror game fan. this has some canon backing but it's really fun to me. i also think he's a huge scared cat about them. he and ritsu convince themselves they gave both themselves and shou's hamsters lavendertowne syndrome and they treat it deathly seriously.

General Opinion over said character:

i warmed up to shou a lot! i used to not think much of him but i feel like rereads brought me around on him. i really wish his personal arc got more of a conclusive ending and i hope that somehow, someday we get shou spinoff.

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt15

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter fifteen 

-Operation Haruhi And Hikaru’s First Date-

 “Haruhi Fujioka?” His voice wavered.

  “Hey Arai.” Her eyes widened.

 Time stood still as a sense of nostalgia surrounded the two.

   Tamaki was watching the two, a sense of dread filled within him. His grip on the twins tightened.

    “So uh, these are your friends?” Arai smiled nervously looking at the group.

    “Oh, yeah, this is Y/n. Then Hikaru and kaoru are in my class. And this is…” Haruhi thought for a moment before starting again.

    “-An acquaintance of mine.” She smiled, unintentionally sending daggers to Tamaki’s heart.

    A dramatic piano played to accompany.

 “Miszu….” Tamaki slowly turns his head.

   “Please don’t add any sound effects to my moment of dispair…”

   The two sat down, Haruhi and Arai at one table. The twins at another, and the rest of the club at a third one.

   “I haven’t seen you since graduation.” Haruhi smiled.

   “Yeah you’ve cut all your hair off. That’s such a shame.” 

    “I don’t think so. I mean, since I cut it, it has been easier to manage.” Haruhi played with a strand of hair.

    “So how’s Ouran treating you? Do you keep in touch with anyone from middle school anymore?” 

   “Yeah, a little. Kazumi still calls me, what about you?”

   Over at the other table….

“So, then he’s a friend of Haruhi’s from middle school huh?” Kyoya notes.

   “They’ve had zero contact since graduation, so in my opinion they’re not friends just former classmates.” Hikaru sneered.

    “So… these guys are all in a club with you?”

   “Host club.” Haruhi deadpanned.

  “Oh is that so-?”

“Hey Haruhi, don’t you think you should be working? You shouldn’t be slacking off!” 

  Hikaru barked, brashly raising his class, the ice clicking against the glass.

   “Miszu said I could take a break!-” She 

answered.

    A sound of paper ripping teared her attention away.

   “-Hey! Quit making more garbage I’ll have to take out!” 

   Tamaki was mobbing around now tearing up the club Manuel. Her first mistake was leaving him to his own devices.

   “It’s not garbage. I’m making a hamster home.” He pouted.

    “But Senpai, you don’t have a hamster.”

    “I’m not your Senpai. I’m just an acquaintance of yours.” He ripped up more paper.

   “Wow-“ Arai chuckled.

  “Who knew you Ouran guys were so funny.”

   “-You know it’s such a prestigious school, I’ve always imagined it’s a whole different world.”

   “It’s a different world alright.”

“To be honest with you Fujioka,” Arai looked back at Haruhi.

   “-I was kind of worried that you were going to have a hard time going to such an elite school. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

    Haruhi softly smiled at that.

 “Uh-“ Arai started to turn red.

   “I mean, it’s not like I was the only one who was worried about you, lots a people were.” He stammered, scratching the back of his head.

  “What’s with him?” Hikaru eyes narrowed, staring Arai down.

   “He’s trying to use the refreshing innocence approach, someone should tell him we already had a refreshing contest.” He looked over to the group.

   “You’re being unusually critical.” Kyoya notes.

“I’m just saying, it’s obvious this guy has a thing for Haruhi.” Hikaru loudly proclaimed.

   Haruhi and Arai turned around.

“-It’s sickening to watch him try and flirt, bleh.” He gagged.

  Arai deflated, figure the floor was easier to look at.

  Haruhi abruptly stood up and glared at Hikaru,

   “Hikaru, what’s wrong with you? Quite acting like such a jerk!”

  “Hey, it’s not big deal, he’s right I did have a thing for you once.” Arai nervously laughed, trying to deescalate the situation.

    Tamaki was on the edge of his chair now.

 “But who cares, you have already turned me down right?” Arai adds.

   “Huh!” Honey and Tamaki yelled.

 “Huh?!” Haruhi joins them.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Kyoya looks at Haruhi.

   “Uh- well I didn’t know.” Haruhi stammered.

   “You have to fill us in on the story Arai, now when did this happen?” Tamaki is now in front of Arai.

  “Well, it was about a year ago..”

(Flashback)

“Fujioka!” A younger Arai calls out.

    Haruhi turned around, holding a few books.

  “I heard that you’re taking the honour student exam for Ouran Academy.” 

  Haruhi nodded.

“You are? Well you might just make it in with your grades. Although…” Arai shyly looked off to the side.

  “-I was sure you’d be going to Higashi High.”

  “I’m taking a test for that too.” Haruhi smiled

  “I don’t know if I’ll be accepted into Ouran.”

 “Yeah well, I guess I’ll just cheer for you.” Arai looked back at Haruhi. 

  “I’d like to go to the same highschool as you though.”

   “Well okay then, you really should’ve said something to me sooner.”

   Arai heart skips a beat.

 “You mean…”

“I’m pretty sure that Ouran’s awarding more than one honour student scholarship.” Haruhi explained.

  “And even if there is only one, you can’t give up on going to the school of your dreams for someone else’s sake. If only one of us gets in, there won’t be any hard feelings right?”

  “We should both do our best. I know, let’s go ask the counselor about it!” Haruhi began to walk away.

  “Fujioka!” Arai panicked and grabbed Haruhi’s wrist.

  “I- I want you to go with me!” He blurted out.

   Haruhi softly smiled at him.

 “Yeah, I wanted to check the application deadline too. Let’s go to the staff room together.” She points down the hall.

 (Flashback Ends)

 Haruhi began to make incoherent  nosies as she spirals.

    “Haruhi…”

The lights flickered and now the boys are in cop uniforms.

   “You broke this innocent man’s heart? Just to get a laugh from some sick joke?” Kyoya interrogated.

  “Um… no, that’s not what happened, I didn’t understand what he meant.” 

   Honey looked up at Mori, holding Usa-chan.

  “This crimes pretty serious, huh?”

  Mori nodded in agreement.

 “How is this Haruhi’s fault? I wouldn’t have gotten it either.” Y/n butts in.

   “Well you’re the best judge for things like this anyways.”  Honey giggled, looked up at Y/n.

  “What do you mean-?”

Haruhi is now infront of Arai, and she bows.

  “I’m so sorry.” 

“So you’re turning me down a whole year later?” Arai expresses.

  “Don’t worry Fujioka, I’m over it already.”

 “- You didn’t realize what I meant so that means you weren’t interested. But you know… I was always drawn to that faraway look in your eyes. And the way you look someone in the eyes when you spoke to them. I liked that about you, I always thought you were special.”

Tamaki eyes shined, truly touched by his words.

  “You think that much of my little girl? Don’t worry I’ll never forget your gallantry!” Tamaki gleefully smiled.

   “Eh?…” Arai weirded out by this.

  Hikaru took a sip from his very empty cup, staring at the group, a bitter taste stuck in his mouth.

  Later on, the group is now sitting at one table getting friendly with Arai. But of course the exclusion of the twins.

  “Wow! You guys went to Kyoto for your school trip? How unusual that you stayed in the country!” Honey smiled.

   “Nah, it’s quite normal for us really.” Arai stated.

  “Well, I’ve always been a fan of Kyoto.” Tamaki added.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tour the temples with him.” Kyoya sighed.

  Tamaki noticed the twins from the distance.

  “Hikaru, Kaoru!”

 Tamaki waved over to the twins.

 “Get over here! This may be our only chance to hear what Haruhi was like in middle school!”

 Hikaru crossed his arms with a huff.

   “Sorry, but I’m not interested.”

  “Man, how stupid can you guys get? Where’s the fun in sitting around talking about somebody’s past, I don’t see the appeal. Besides, doesn’t that guy realize Haruhi doesn’t want anything to do with him. She’s got plenty of friends.”

   Haruhi got up and stomped towards Hikaru.

   “So she doesn’t need you around, get lost.”

  Haruhi harshly slapped Hikaru, glaring at him.

  “That’s not something for you to decide Hikaru! I’m not going to tolerate you insulting my friends anymore, you got that!”

  Hikaru was trembling looking down at Haruhi.

  “But why…? Why should anyone else even matter to you?”

   Haruhi soften her glare.

 “I thought we were your friends! Are we or aren’t we?” Hikaru clenches his teeth before running off up stairs, Karou follows after.

  “Hikaru, wait for me!”

 “There world is still so small, it’s such a shame.” Tamaki watches the two.

  A veil of silence falls across the room. No one really sure of what to do. 

   A chair is pushed back.

 “Uh- I should go…” Arai makes his way to the door, the others come aswell.

   Arai heads outside and starts to get back in his bike.

   “I’m really sorry Arai.” Haruhi apologizes.

   “It’s okay, I don’t know what I did, but whatever it was sure did set him off, huh?” He laughed uncomfortably.

   Hikaru joins the others. And walks up to Arai.

   “I was out of line, I’m sorry..” Hikaru rubbed the back of his head.

   “Thanks, don’t worry about it. Well, see you soon Fujioka.” He began to bike off.

 As Arai biked away, Haruhi turned to Hikaru. Who was being too pleasant.

   “So Kaoru, tell me why you’re pretending to be Hikaru?”

   The club looks at Haruhi surprised.

 “Hey wait-“ Haruhi grabbed Kaoru’s cheek.

   “What happened to that scratch on your cheek?”

   “I just covered it up with some concealer!” He laughed.

  “I don’t think Hikaru’s temper is going to let up anytime soon. He’s no fun when he’s like this.” Kaoru smiled at Haruhi.

   “So Ive got a small favour to ask of you.”

   “Hm?”

  “How would you like to go out with me tomorrow on a date?” Kaoru gave a grin.

  “WHAT!?” Tamaki screeched.

    “Sure.” Haruhi agreed.

 “NO!”

  But his very normal and sane reaction fell to death ears.

   “If you keep screaming like that someone is going to call the cops.” Y/n groaned covering his ears.

    “But- howcouldIletmydesrdaughteronadateshestooyoungforitIcantletthishappen.”  Tamaki spoke in between tears.

    “Don’t make me have Kyoya deal with you.” Y/n sighed.

   Tamaki turned his head towards Kyoya, an ominous aura surrounded him.

   He let a gasp before standing up and dusting himself off.

———-

The day of the date, Haruhi stands in a busy town, tourists everywhere. 

   She was dressed up in a cute sundress, with extensions in her hair made into pigtails.

    “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

 Haruhi turned and without missing a beat-

  “Hold on…. Where’s Karou?”

  “Well uh… he wasn’t feeling well, and felt guilty, making me take his place.”

   “What should we do? Wanna go home?” 

 “No I told him I’d hang out with yoy today so we might as well.” 

Hikaru looked Haruhi up and down with a funny look.

   “But what’s up with that outfit?”

  “Uh…” Haruhi looks down on her outfit, pulling at the hem of her dress.

   “Is it weird?”

  “Kind of.” 

Unknowingly of the two, the host club was lingering, watching the date unfold.

And Tamaki is being held back.

  “Agh! Haruhi” he reaches out.

 “Be careful boss! They might see us.” Karou whispered.

  Tamaki gripped his shirt.

 “Why did Haruhi and Hikaru end up on a day anyways!”

   “Because you couldn’t muster up the courage yourself, you coward.” Y/n grinned teasing the blonde.

  “How are yesterday’s events even remotely related to this!” Tamaki grimaced.

  “Y’know this might be Haru-chan’s first date!” Honey spoke sitting off by a table having tea.

  “You’re going to pay for that! And look at what she’s wearing! It’s cute! Super cute!”

  “I can explain…”

Tamaki began to through a fit.

 “No fair, no fair, no fair!”

“I don’t know boss… it’s hard for you to understand, but it would be good for Hikaru to find other people he can feel close with.”

   Tamaki stops looking back at Hikaru and Haruhi.

  “The only other people we’ve ever been able to depend on are ourselves. We didn’t care what anyone else thought about us. That’s probably how we ended up so self-centred.”

  “So you admit it?” Tamaki blankly spoke.

 “I guess you could say Hikaru’s immature and lets his emotions run wild. See, I’m not sure he’s even aware of it, but I can tell that he cares about Haruhi. He just doesn’t know how to react so he lets his emotions take over. He’s selfish and wants all her attention.”

  “He wants to be acknowledged by her but… doesn’t know how to make that happen. If you want true friends, friends who aren’t only your toys, you have to learn how to respect them. That’s the only way you can have a meaningful relationship. I think it’s time that Hikaru learned that lesson himself.”

  “Karou… that was amazing.” Tamaki looked star-struck.

   “So in other words, this date is basically to see if Hikaru can handle being thoughtful towards others right?” Kyoya noted.

   “Just promise you won’t interfere with them okay?”

  “Fine, but then why are you making us follow them?” Tamaki asked.

  “Because! There’s no reason we should miss out on something this interesting!” Karou crouched behind a tree.

   “I feel like a creep being around them.” Y/n mumbled, watching tamaki and Karou followed the couple.

   “Kyoya, want to check out the stores around here?” Y/n gestured towards the street.

   “Hm, not interested in stalking?” Kyoya look over to him.

   “No, it’s really a shame isn’t?” Y/n grinned as he began to walk with Kyoya.    

   The streets were bustling with people, stores lined the streets with a few food stands littered about.

    However one shop stood out, It was a small store, in the window display showed an array of trinkets, jewelry, stuffed animals and other charming gifts. 

   Y/n eagerly went to the store, Kyoya following. The door swings open, the inside has a sense of comfort to it.

   Y/n looked around the store.

 “Are you looking for anything particular?” Kyoya asked as Y/n inspected one of the stuffed animals.

   “I want to get gifts for the club.”

  “-This looks like Hikaru and Karou.” He snickered, holding up twin cats attached by a thread through their paws.

    “Is that so…” Kyoya looked at the stuffed animal.

   Y/n wandered off towards the other side of the store, living Kyoya to look around for himself.

   He stared at one of the shelves, it held a bunch of various figures made out of minerals and gems. He picked up one of them, it was a small crab made out of a colourful stone. It reflected bits of light as he holds it. After a while he puts it back before walking to another area.

As Y/n picked out something for everyone, however he left Kyoya last. He wanted to wait to see if anything here caught Kyoya’s interest. And by some miracle he actually found something, the crab, He noticed Kyoya’s interest in it.

   He went to the cashier and put everyone’s gift down, he asked for the crab to be in a special package. After paying Y/n put the crab, now in a sleek black box in his pocket, while the rest of the gifts are put in various bags.

Y/n thanked the cashier and went over to kyoya.

  “You ready to go?”  Y/n asked holding the bags.

   “Looks like you found everything you needed.” Kyoya noted.

   “I did in fact, now let’s continue on!” Y/n smiled walking out the door.

   A cool breeze greets the two, before it’s starting to rain, heavily. Thunder soon joins in.

   “It’s freezing out here.” Y/n tenses up, unknowingly move closer to Kyoya. For warmth of course, nothing else…

   “You know if anyone can come get us?”

   “I can see-“ A ring intrudes the two.

  “Why is Tamaki calling?” Y/n mumbled before answering his phone.

   Worried screams come from the other side.

   “What?”

   “No I haven’t, and yes I’m fine.”

  “Yes he’s here with me.”

   “No- just call him yourself-… fine.”

  Y/n hands his phone to Kyoya.

  “He wants to talk to you.” 

Kyoya took it as Tamaki yelled, Y/n could almost make out what he was saying by sheer volume.

   Kyoya hanged up after Tamaki finished his speech, giving Y/n’s phone back to him.

   “So?”

 “Apparently Hikaru left Haruhi right before the storm and now he doesn’t know where either of them are.” Kyoya explained.

   “How delightful.” Y/n rubbed his temples.

 “Let’s just go into the cafe next door, and wait for a ride. I need a drink anyway.”  

   He moved towards the door and opened it for Kyoya.

  “Ladies first.” Y/n grinned.

  “How thoughtful.” Kyoya walked through. 

The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods spread across the room.

 “I’m gonna order a drink you want anything?”

   Y/n tilts his head.

 “Just a coffee.” 

  “Boo how boring.” He grins walking in line.

  As Y/n successfully orders the coffees, without being awkward for once.

   He places the coffees at the table and sat down across from Kyoya.

   “-oh! Before I forget here.” He slides the black box towards Kyoya.

   “I got you a gift too.” He nervously smiled.

  Kyoya looked at the box, and he opened it.

  “-I saw you looking at in the store and I thought you might’ve liked it so-…” Y/n stopped his rambling.

   Kyoya pulled out the crab, and his eyes softened.

   The sight caused any doubt to disappear from him.

   “Thank you, Y/n.” Kyoya looked up at him.

  “Oh- uh… you’re welcome.” Y/n looked off to the side.

  His heart was a goner now.

——

Afterwards….

“What’s up!” Arai walked into the bed and breakfast  holding up a watermelon.

  “Hey good morning Arai!” Haruhi smiled.

“I brought you a watermelon! My uncle got the best in town.”

  “Oh wow it’s huge!” Honey exclaimed.

Y/n started chuckling.

  “Hm?” Honey turned to Y/n

   “Don’t worry about it.” He grinned 

Arai hands over the watermelon to Hikaru with a smile.

  “Here.”

  “Thanks.”

..

“By the way… a question about your strategy. Did you ever consider the possibility the date might go too well and those two fall in love?” Kyoya spoke observing the club from the balcony.

   “Nah, it’s still too soon for that. Hikaru’s a bit of a dummy.” Karou smiled.

   “Well, then he’s lucky because our club is full of dummies.” Kyoya pushed his glasses up.

        “Speaking of which, how did you and Y/n’s date go.” He grinned.

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kyoya looks down at his notebook.

    Karou gave a brief look before smiling.

[flaringfoxsoul03]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day. Could I please get a TWST/ Obey Me matchup, either one. My name’s Hope and I’m bi with a preference for men. I’m pretty much an open book and I’m very affectionate. I always want to be there for my friends and to be the best person I can be. I also am a tad sarcastic and very much loyal to my friends and anything I get attached to. Though I’m pretty chatty and clingy. I have a habit of adopting introverts in that I’ll keep going up to them until I slowly introduce them to my friend group and they start hanging out with us. I love books and all kinds of stories and writing and reading are big hobbies of mine. Other than those, doing funky makeup and going to the cinema, my interests tend to vary based on my current hyperfixation (I’m autistic) so they’re pretty much all over the place. I do consistently love music though and I will go on a ten minute tangent if anyone disrespects the songwriting ability of Taylor Swift. The main thing that can annoy me about people is when they disrespect others. Like I can befriend pretty much anyone who treats people with respect and kindness. I also hate loud noises so I don’t like people who scream a lot or who would yell at me when they’re angry. Finally my ideal first date is either cinema and a walk/drink after (because I love the cinema and sharing that experience with someone) or going to a bookstore with someone. I go for the rule of pacifism till provoked but if someone does provoke me or disrespects my values I have the option of going absolutely nuclear. I’m an INFP but like I literally got 51% introverted and 49% extroverted so it’s a pretty close call. I like all kinds of stories especially in book or movie form (cinemas and libraries are elite). I also like cats, hamsters, various other small creatures (not insects though they freak me out). And I collect a bunch of different things, I’m kind of a hoarder with most things cause otherwise I get panicked that I’ll run out. So like I have food and stuff stashed in secret spots throughout my room. I hate anyone who doesn’t treat others with respect, loud noises and mornings. As for looks, I’ve got brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m fairly curvy, mainly with chest and thighs but I’m also built pretty stockily which I can be a bit insecure about. And also I have a pet cat who I would sacrifice many many people for. Thankfully she only wants dreamies and head scratches. Thank you so much!PS - I give you this photo of my cat as an offering.

YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME TO FULL CAPACITY WITH THIS OFFERING! I SHALL GRANT THEE WITH 2 FOR 1 DEAL AND GIVE YOU BOTH TWIST AND OBEY ME MATCHUPS! You have greatly pleased me.

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I match you with… (Twist Edition)

Cater Diamond!

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I know you said you draw in introverts, but you’ve had to know that you had an extrovert coming in HARD for you when you are more of an outgoing ambivert (combo of extrovert and introvert, the in between of those two) but still leaning towards the quiet side that this crazy social man should try once in awhile. But get hyped, this is the man who gives you all that energy when you’re just too unsure of yourself. But that’s not to say he doesn’t know when to pull the two of you away from the party

When you first met, you’ve gotta admit; you thought Cater was kind of a jerk. Granted he was still trying to follow the ridiculous rules Riddle has insisted to keep in place. But he still took advantage of you and completely walked all over you and the boys (ADeuce and Grim)! How could you not be upset for him just using you? He has some work cut out for him. Luckily, he makes do when Riddle Overblots and he helps you come to and gets outed for not liking sweets at the replacement Merry Unbirthday Party when Riddle accidentally takes Trey’s “advice” too seriously with the oyster sauce and Cater ends up liking the tart so much that Trey outs him in front of the group. Now you have ammo, go and mess with him to your heart’s content! I promise you guys will fall for each other after this threshold has passed

100% enjoys your loyalty to him. Cater never had to worry about putting up a front with only you around, you tore down those walls a long time ago. With all the cuddles and chats you guys constantly have, he’s never bored and almost has so many ideas to show his Magicam followers. He also inadvertently becomes the person the introverts you adopt can get away with the things his partner said they couldn’t do with all the introverts. Not that he minds until he realizes you often have already been asked and said no, so he’s getting on your introverts or he’s coming up with a good explanation that won’t earn him your fury while he’s explaining why your introverts are in the mess they’re in before you

Really loves that you’re so into makeup! And coming up with those crazy designs just fascinates him and his followers! So much so, since you still don’t have Magicam (at this point in the story), Vil finally starts following him. He is in (happy) tears, please get him to stop or stop him from doing anything rash before Vil regrets his decisions (this is because Vil sucks at communicating how he feels so this is how he keeps up with your makeup and you, sorry Cater)

I’m sorry, but since you can go nuclear in seconds, Cater has mastered his signature spell to come out in a matter of seconds faster than he usually does to keep you back. Trust me, he does not want to explain or stop anything stupid things for or to Riddle about why his S/O is fighting with the Head Master again to the point that his Dorm Leader is literally plotting the fall of Crowley and trying to incorporate the others. Save your mans and stop falling for Leona’s taunts with Ruggie

Your hyper fixations are his inspiration for when he’s lost that spark. Just asking you anything related to your favorite expertise gets those creative flows going hard again! Doesn’t know a Taylor Swift, but do you know Vil’s personal long time rival, Neige LeBlanche, has made at least 3 albums? More than Vil has at the moment, though Cater is certain that will change if Vil even gets a whiff of that news. Not important, let’s listen to Neige’s tracks and see if it’s as similar to this Taylor Swift! You can obviously see that Vil is very much Cater’s hyper fixation when it comes to his favorite subjects, so you’re not the only one in the relationship! Though, do occasionally offer apologies to Vil when you see him, he may not act like he needs them, but they really do help his self esteem and inner child

Is in love with this first date idea of yours, though he heard it through the first years when they started talking about relationships and how would they plan out first dates. Definitely was not spying on you guys with a clone, not at all! The clone just happens to be running an errand and is passing by, that’s all! And it’s still lowkey and not too over the top like he heard an idiot share (No Ace, you cannot and should never try to do intense parkour for the first time with a partner! Especially unsupervised!). Expect a lot, and I mean, a lot of pics and photogenic photos afterwards, he just can’t this idea out of his head and has to save it somewhere and show the world how lucky he’s yours~

Gets that sometimes, it’s better to not go to the party at all and stay home to recuperate. It’s one of the many things Cater learns early on in his relationship with you. You don’t like to go out every weekend, much much less every night doing something. He begins to appreciate spending more time with you and now has dedicated at least 3 times a week he spends his nights with you. Not that he’d tell you outright of course, but he’s not necessarily stopping you from finding out. What’s the worse that can come from that? He doesn’t always have to go to Kalim’s numerous parties, Cater can just easily convince him to throw another one on a day he can convince to come with him then, more willing than other times. Please be available to stop Jamil not secretly plan the murder of your S/O though, Jamil can only take so much bullshit from other extroverts and once

Loves your body type. Literally doesn’t care if you don’t like it, he’s gonna help you love it! Since Cater had to be conditioned to love everything “cute” thanks to his two older sisters, he enjoys things that aren’t too cute by his sisters standards, despite the word cute being burned into his brain. You unfortunately would not be able to get along with his sisters by yourself at first (damn them and their societal norms), but he doesn’t let that last long. You’re both each other’s hype. You can be the push he needs to finally set stricter boundaries with his sisters instead of letting them walk all over his S/O. This can be a win-win, but do expect a lot of angst if you ever do end up meeting his family, his father will be completely out of the loop during this unless his sisters Overblot, so don’t fret about getting the adults involved. Just try to solve it, so use words before magical solutions are needed

Cater doesn’t really have a huge opinion on cats or pets in general, his family moved too often to keep a family pet. But that isn’t to say he wouldn’t take care of your sweet feline! He already helps out a lot in Firelit Sky to help you keep Grim in control, what’s another cat gonna do? Give him allergies? On second thought, he’s not gonna jinx it. But he will definitely love your cat and wish to stay with you during holiday breaks!

You make he feel heard and appreciated for him and himself alone. He doesn’t have to be something for someone else, not a duplicate or the comedic relief, him. Cater is always brought to tears when he thinks of you and all that you do for him. He strives to be your person too, every little thing that bugs you (and honestly should because we’re talking about pretty much all of the higher ups of the social latter of Night Raven College), to little feuds to finally breaking down from all the ridiculous stress placed on you. You’re more than guaranteed to have things done with chatty Cater

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I match you with… (Obey Me Edition)

Leviathan!

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This is the introvert you adopt and Cater has to share. Am I mixing fandoms? Yes. Should there be a AU where Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me exist in the same universe? Yes. Do I want it where the Night Raven students go to RAD and possibly vice versa? Also yes. Do I care about the mixing? Not in the slightest, but I’m giving this shy otaku lover to you! I also inadvertently have given you a very easily jealous lover, so Cater better watch out and not make the Admiral of Hell’s (or the Devildom, you guys pick mostly because I can’t remember which one is canon descriptions) Navy and Avatar of Envy upset! Though, I’m sure you can run damage control, right?

Meeting Levi was, well, either painful or downright confusing as hell. He’s basically turned you into a pawn for his own gain, all because Mammon basically screwed both you and him over. But sure enough, he shows enough of his real self to you that you’re hooked. And you’re determined to keep this introvert of an otaku in your life! He’s eventually hooked after the TSL tournament, and he’s certainly all curious about you now

You’ll have to reassure him a few times, especially when his sin is peaking aggressively, but he also really appreciates your loyalty to him. Did you pick him over his brothers Mammon and Asmodeus going out to the club to play video games with him? You may have accidentally sent him back to heaven! Did you ask him to help you with dinner instead of Lucifer and Satan who were arguing which one of them would be cooking tonight with you? Faints for a second before praising you with promises of hard work like he didn’t even lose consciousness in front of you within the last five seconds. Did you seriously pull on his hand to the arcade games while Beel and Belphie were debating which store in the mall would be best to start first? He’s letting you win that multiplayer game for a bit as he’s recovering, you do so much for him it makes his envy and love for you soar!

Loves the crazy makeup designs you come up with! You can already expect him begging you to do anime themed ones in your style to see how it compares to how he does it. He actually learns some techniques he’d never think of trying, let alone doing! Levi quickly praises you for the art of makeup and begs to become your pupil. You guys occasionally can drag Asmo and Mammon into the mix, Mammon being Asmo’s dummy (Mammon no matter what is always whipped for you my dear, platonic or romantic, he’s so whipped). It can either go one or two ways: you guys are actually trying out designs, styles, and techniques, or you guys are competing on who has the better whatever the issue of whatever argument they were making. It doesn’t matter, it’s always either chaotic as usually is or it’s a calm moment. No in between on this

Your nuclear phase can also go one or two ways with Levi: one, he’s holding you back and begging for mercy or apologizing hastily to avoid punishment from Lucifer, or two, he’s joining in. There is no in between, other than it really depends on how his sin, envy, decides to act in that moment you go blowing shit up

One of the many things you duo end up doing together; hyper fixations. You both get hooked on this anime or video game? The other brothers and rest of the world can say goodbye and can expect you two to not emerge from Levi’s bedroom for the next 1-2 business weeks. He doesn’t like Taylor Swift at first because he’s convinced it’s just a normie’s songwriter and singer, but after you get him listening to at least three songs, he’s now a Swifty. Congratulations my darling

Really loves your first ideal idea for a date. He’s a hardcore introvert suffering from lots of anxiety and low self esteem just to mama a couple, but you preferring to stay in over going out is his favorite. He would be most excited for this date if you managed to get it to be an anime movie release and a cafe premiere vips. Or maybe he would do this? I’m not sure, but he would be more reluctant to go to a “normie” movie. However, there’s a 50/50 chance he hyper fixates on it and it’s fandom with you if he somehow go hooked on it for a little while

Did I say prefers it if you stay in? I lied, he LOVES it when you guys don’t go out for a date. More or less hopes you’re an introvert than letting your extrovert out. That means he can keep you in his room doing anything from games or watching anime. Or whatever your hyper fixation is and if he can inadvertently prank the household without getting in trouble. I’m like behind this headcanon that Levi often pranks his brothers, but he does it so gracefully, he’s not at fault for any rule breaking because it dances so close yet never crossed the threshold of breaking or finding loopholes and it’s all because this poor sea demon just wants to connect with his brothers

I don’t think I can repeat this enough; if you don’t like your body, Levi, no matter what, is gonna compare you to anime characters that are similar to you. Even to the point where they’re uncannily resembling of you. He doesn’t and could never find you unattractive, which is why he’s more confused about you hating your body (minus the envy) to the point where he asks Asmo to help him figure out what was wrong (because fuck Solomon he’s too shady for this Avatar of Envy in the midst of having a breakdown on how to comfort his partner). Eventually he gets a process down where he feels just as confident as Ruri-Chan in her new adventure, with some help from Asmo and secretly Solomon because the man can not handle not helping you from the brothers

According to a Q&A WAY way WAY back when they were advertising Obey Me, there was a question asking who liked cats and dogs and Levi was on the dogs list. So safe to say your cat isn’t earning brownie points already. Fortunately, if your cat is just looking for a safe quiet place to nap, Levi sure doesn’t mind. It might grow a little on him, but it really depends on what your cat does while they’re with him

All in all, Levi is your safety in grounding in the chaotic world you live in. He can sure join in on the chaos, but more often than not he’s quietly on the sidelines watching the ridiculousness unfold while listening to a podcast about a game or an anime, take your pick. But for you? Levi in a heartbeat would be your grounding buddy when it’s all too much. Best part is he can enjoy the solitude with you and get better at being outside of his comfort zone little by little. You’re that quiet couple who just would rather quietly hang out than join parties, though the occasional laser tag games with the exchange group doesn’t hurt

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And the FOUR follow ups are:

Kalim Al-Asim,

Lilia Vanrouge,

Simeon,

And finally,

Barbatos

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THAT TOOK SO LONG!But I’m so happy I took that time to properly finish this! I hope this is worth the wait! Duel matchups are so hard!

That’s all folks!

~Fox

[butchpeabody]

official cosmo bugsnax lgbt headcanons under the cut cuz i dont wanna put the full thing on someones dash hshdjs

filbo- thats a gay man. theres like a Reason he was lizberts little pet hamster friend theres a dynamic.

wambus- transmasc butch lesbian its INVADED my BRAIN

beffica- one friendly discussion with any other grumpus who will be nice to her away from realizing she is not straight. probably a lesbian

gramble- i honestly think he could be canonically a trans man. like i feel that could occur in future content. hes bi :)

wiggle- not as much canon basis but she is so very trans woman to me. also bi

triffany- not as much canon basis as gramble but not as Little as wiggle but i feel like you could take a transfeminine reading of her from the text bc of her obsession with her memory and death. i think she is bi

cromdo- hes the kind of guy to make out with his guy friend in high school and assume hes straight and thats something everyone does once until corrected. i think hes a gay uncle type

chandlo- he is like THE gay man tboy swag grumpus. he doesnt have like story implications but its a feeling

snorpy- i could go either cis or trans man for him but this beast is bisexual

floofty- the canonical nonbinary! their va is transfeminine so thats how i read them. also a lesbian because i said so

shelda- i think grandma can be a lesbian as a treat

eggabell- thats a trans woman. her name is EGGABELL. lesbian :)

lizbert- i think she can be a transmasc butch as a treat. also a lesbian

[shy-marker-pliers]

do u guys ever think about how whenever people called Rocket animal names (ie. stupid fox, rodent, trash panda) he got mad, but when thor did it, (ie. "more power, rabbit!" "these are my friends, rabbit and tree") etc he didn't? i mean, the most he ever did was say 'i'm not a rabbit' and even then he only said it once.

so maybe calling him an animal isn't the issue. maybe it's the connotation. when other people called him an animal, it was meant as an insult or to demean him.

"this vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about, he has no respect." "that's how eyesight works, you stupid raccoon." "i can't believe i'm taking orders from a hamster."

but when thor does it, there's no malice to it.

"thank you, sweet rabbit." "the rabbit is correct and obviously the smartest among you."

and thor didn't underestimate rocket either. he didn't treat him differently because he's a small animal like other people have. think about it. the collector assumed he was groot's pet. when ego invited quill to his planet he said "bring your friends, even that triangle faced monkey of yours," as if he was an accessory and not a part of the team. there's more examples but you get the gist.

but with thor, it was just his nickname for rocket. so maybe that's why he doesn't mind being called rabbit. because for the first time, someone called him a name and it was meant in a good way.

cuz i do

like a lot

[dat-town]

not gonna miss this chance

Characters: Han Seojun & soloist!female reader

Genre: fluff

Setting: true beauty au, set a year after the tv show’s ending timeline

Summary: Your career is on the verge of ending, hence your management puts you up to do a duet with the infamous Han Seojun. You have heard too many rumours about him to keep track of and yet, none of them could have prepared you for the feelings that came with meeting him.

Words: 4.1k

Self indulgent little snippet because he deserves happiness too.

You had heard of Han Seojun before meeting him, of course you had. Everybody who was in the industry had heard of the hot trend of a Newstagram star-turned idol and his band's shining debut from a year ago. They were told to have snatched teenage girls hearts all over Korea with their good looks and soulful music. You had heard their title track and you had to admit it was nice but nice wasn't enough in a cut-throat industry like entertainment.

Look at you, starting training at twelve, debuting at fifteen and now barely twenty-one you were on the verge of becoming a thrown away doll. Once you had been called cute and the it girl of your generation and now? People were saying you got boring just because your music had matured. Gosh, you couldn't keep singing about first love like your hit song had been for the rest of your life for god's sake. Your last album had been a flop, your company had been losing money and you were still afraid that even with a year left of your contract, they would cut you. But your manager had begged them for a chance and here it was: a collaboration with the newest love of Korea.

But the thing was, Han Seojun had quite a reputation and you didn't know who to believe. Some said he was well-mannered and hard-working. Others gossiped that he was always flirting with his makeup artists and Chen claimed he had been rude to her even when he had just been a ‘nobody’. Not that you were particularly fond of Chen either but as a fellow solo female singer you were a tad bit worried how the infamous singer would treat you.

Well, standing in front of Move Entertainment, you were just about to find out. Taking a shallow breath you followed your manager's lead, bowing to the receptionist and getting into the elevator after taking your visitor's badge. You had heard the company has gone through many changes after the executives were replaced due to the revealed Seyeon scandal but everything looked expensive, shiny and new, unlike in your small agency.

“Hey, I’m Lim Heekyung, nice to meet you. Seojun will be in a minute, too,” a woman in a pantsuit walked up to you on the right floor with a confident smile as she introduced herself. She led you to a meeting room which was apparently customized for a few people only and started preparing papers. She looked excited which was a relief and nice to see, at least someone from Move Entertainment was happy for this project apparently. You were a bit afraid they would see you like a leech, trying to cling onto their new star’s popularity.

“Shall we start? Seojun is a fan of dramatic entrances anyways,” Miss Lim laughed joyfully as if it wasn’t new to her that the idol didn’t make it on time. Ah yeah, you had heard rumours saying that he had something on the company and that was why they were so lenient with him.

You sat in silence, let your manager do the talk about the collaboration project. Seojun could play the guitar, you could play the piano, apparently it was perfect for a ballad duet, though if you used instruments yourself it added to the preparations time. But luckily, there was a songwriter named Leo at the company who had already sent in a few samples specifically for Seojun, so you didn’t have to start from zero.

“Ah, I see you started without me. What did I miss?” A tall boy opened the door wide and flipped down onto the chair across you casually. He had grown into his lanky limbs and with those wide shoulders hugged by the leather jacket, helix earrings in one ear and soft brown hair brushed to one side, it wasn’t a surprise how many female fans swooned over him. But there were a lot of handsome boys in the business, just his looks – no matter how confident he was in them based on the way he carried himself – wouldn’t make a difference.

Miss Lim patiently let Seojun know about the advances and only when she mentioned your name, did the boy glance at you. His dark brown eyes had a sharp form, just as piercing as his gaze, but the cunning smile spreading over his lips softened it a bit. He looked at you as if he wanted to see through you, to figure out how he should have approached you. You expected a snarky or arrogant comment, but in the end, he just flashed a blinding smile at you, one you could see on his posters, before turning back to Miss Lim.

“What’s the schedule?” he asked simply and you both were notified about the deadline of deciding and finalizing the song, the dates of planned recording sessions and the photoshoot. Since there would be no promotion period, it all would be done within a month and half from start to finish. You were a bit relieved hearing that and leave Move Entertainment without any confrontation.

You thought you were good at masking your wary feelings since the further meetings went well and the first recording session went okay-ish. Although both of you had been a bit scolded by the producer for not putting enough feelings into your singing. He claimed that the demo sent by Leo was much more emotional which made Seojun scoff and mumble under his nose. The PD called it for a day, making you promise to practice for next time and one by one they all left. Your manager told you that he would bring the car while you refresh yourself in the bathroom, so you really didn’t expect anyone to wait for you when you stepped out of the restroom, much less Han Seojun.

"Spit it out," he bit out barely glancing your way as he leaned against the corridor’s wall.

"What?" you spluttered as you were really taken aback by his out of blue appearance and question. The guy let out a tired sigh at your obliviousness and pushed himself away from the wall just to walk up to you, towering over your height with his.

"You look at me as if I killed your hamster or something. Which rumour about me bothers you? I fucking can't keep walking on eggshells around you, especially when it's just the two of us," he tsked and you gulped at the sudden called out. You didn’t think it bothered him, or that he was considerate enough to ‘walk on eggshells around you’, you merely thought he was so distant from everybody. It was still better than what Chen had told you.

"Oh, I… nothing. It's stupid. Sorry," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed for your your actions but Seojun apparently wasn’t satisfied without a real answer as he carried on:

"I didn't bully kids in high school but I threatened ones that deserved it, I didn't only get a pity chance from the entertainment, one of our makeup artists is actually one of my best friends, I'm not…"

"Chen told me you are rude and arrogant and have no respect for girls," you blurted out to stop him from speaking because you felt like you didn’t deserve to hear all that. He didn’t owe you any explanation for the way he was. You were just co-workers for a project after all, you had no place in his life, nor he had in yours, so he shouldn’t have been that bothered by your opinion but you understood that he felt uncomfortable due to your silent accusations.

Hearing your hasty interruption, the singer scoffed, a laugh-like sound leaving his mouth.

"Well, I have no respect for girls like Chen who harass my friends and turn their lives into hell just to go on a date with me," he said and it made you blink slowly.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Check your facts before you go around believing such crap," Seojun stepped back with a roll of his eyes.

The whole situation made you feel made about how you acted, so you wished to apologise but it fell from your lips all too carelessly: "Sorry, I was just worried. This is my last chance, so–"

"Last chance?" the guy quirked a brow at you, curious but you quickly waved his question away.

"Nevermind, I just need this song to do well."

"Of course, it will. I'm Han Seojun, it will turn to gold under my hands," he grinned and made eccentric gestures as if he was about to do magic. You couldn't help a smile. “Or well, vocal chords.”

And turn it to gold, he did.

The rest of your recording sessions went smoother, even the previously grumpy PD complimented your for the development in your chemistry. Funny, you wouldn’t have thought that the wall pulled up between the two of you mattered that much, but at least you didn’t have a knot in your stomach, nor did you worry about every small thing you did around Han Seojun. He also acted more casual, more playful, joking around when both of you had a bit of time to take a breather. He snapped silly pictures, showed off with his height, smirked when he got too close but despite all his bravado and lowkey flirting, you believed even he wouldn’t have jeopardised his career over something like this.

Maybe that's why wrapping up the recording felt a tad bit weird: you got used to his presence, his jokes, his beautiful, deep voice that you could have fallen asleep to. Sure, sometimes he was cocky, a bit rough around the edges but he was a great singer and a fun guy. The project seemed to work out well and you loved it a lot, so you hoped the listeners would appreciate it as well.

But before all that you had one photo shoot together for the promotional pictures and the single's cover. You were grateful for the simple pastel colour background and elegant setting. The warm light latte colour and the clock in the background really fit the song's vibe. Luckily, your dress was decent and pretty as well, you didn't have to feel uncomfortable in it at least.  However, you didn’t expect that happy yelp coming from one of the makeup artists stepping into the dressing room. You turned to face the girl, wondering whether she was your fan judged by her excitement.

"Oh my! I'm so happy to finally meet you! Seojun told us about you so much!" she beamed at you which obviously took you back. Well, that you didn’t expect at all. He spoke of you to others? Ah. Apparently to the makeup artist who was most probably that certain one of his best friends he had told you about?

"Don't exaggerate, Imju, I mentioned her like what… once?" Seojun walked in on cue. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to avert the topic. "How's Suho?"

You had know idea who that said guy was but after a moment or two you could breathe properly once again while listening to their chatting.

“Just the usual. He’s excited about your duet.”

“Of course, he is,” Seojun grinned, a bit snarky but you could hear the proud undertones of it. When he looked at you, you were surprised by him leaning close though as he quieted down until only you could hear it. “Don’t worry, Jugyeong is really good and just stop her if she gets too gossip-y.”

“Are you talking about me behind my back, hah, Han Seojun?” The pretty girl called Jugyeong raised her fist as if she was about to hit the idol but he just laughed it off and left you two alone when he was hurried onto the set to start with his individual shoots.

“Have you known each other for a long time?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you were seated to get your makeup from her.

“Ah, almost 4 years, I think. We went to high school together. Plus, he’s best friends with my boyfriend. Though, they are always bickering like a married couple,” Jugyeong chuckled joyfully as she started with the cushion. You closed your eyes, listening as she kept going on about the time when Seojun had been obsessed with his motorbike, getting into trouble with his mother. It was strange hearing about a whole other side of him, mama's boy but the image tugged on your mouth, making you smile even though you weren't sure you had the right to know all that. You also learned that Seojun's sister was dating Jugyeong's brother and you felt so involved with the girl's trust albeit it was your last meeting, you were sure Seojun must have only told good things about you.

Hence, you felt shy under his knowing gaze when you walked out of the dressing room. He must have known that Jugyeong couldn't shut up for the life of her, so he looked a bit uncertain, too, stretching the back of his neck, forcing a cunning smile onto his smile when you took your place next to him.

To fit the ballad's theme, the setting was a piano decorated with flowers and you were instructed to sit beside him as if you were about to play a four hands piece. As you did what you had been told, you were very much aware of the way your arms brushed, his long fingers over the keys close to yours, his smile small but genuine.

"Great, great, guys! Someone help her onto the piano and Seojun, stand in front of her," the photographer directed the next scene but before any staff members would have rushed up to you, the singer next to you shushed them.

"I can do it," he insisted as he stood up and looked you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded while holding your breath back before Seojun put his hands on your waist above the fluffy tulle skirt part and counting on three, he lifted you onto the lid of the beautiful instrument.

You crossed your legs, watching in awe as your pink skirt fell down on waves  but your breath hitched for an entirely different reason when you looked up, gaze meeting Seojun's feline eyes trained on you. You had never seen him look at you like that, lacking playfulness or suspicion or curiosity. He looked open, vulnerable, outright starstruck. Your lips parted meaning to ask something but your brain shut off when you heard the shutter of the camera go down and the director yelling compliments at you. It made you snap out of it and later, you blamed the evident blush on your cheeks on the makeup. Seojun blinked too, his guarded expression back in no time, finishing the photo shoot professionally, always lingering close to you, but never touching you. Even though you wouldn’t have minded.

"Hey," Seojun peeked into your dressing room just as you were about to leave, packing up, with a smile on his mouth and sparkles in his deep brown eyes. But unlike half an hour ago when he wore a fancy suit and looked at you like a prince would have looked at his princess, he acted just as casual as he looked in his denim jacket over dark tee. "Wanna grab something with me if you finished for today?"

His question took you back but first thing first you glanced towards your manager, eyes begging for permission which you had gotten with a sigh.

"Just be discreet and call me if you need me to pick you up," your manager shrugged, leaving you two alone with a knowing look that told you to be careful. You didn't need to be told though, you knew how much depended on the current public response to your image.

"Seems like a green light. Have you thought of anything specific?" you turned back to the boy with a subtle smile.

"Not really but I know a few less frequent, secluded places to avoid much talk about us," he said and you nodded, following his lead. Masks, caps and hoodies on, you barely talk on your way to the tent with the lovely ahjumma who welcomed Seojun (two heads taller than her) with a pinch of his cheeks and told you to get seated.

"Are you a regular here?" you inquire, carefully pulling down your mask since not many people are around.

"You could say that," the boy hummed letting you adjust to the place at your own pace, not pressuring you with extra reassessments about how safe it is there. Yet, he is so casual as if he wasn't afraid of a getting mobbed by Dispatch out of the blue. Not that it happened to you a lot of times but you heard stories and at such a crucial time in your career, you feared something like that more than anything.

"Do you want to come up to mine instead?" Seojun blurted out suddenly which made you wide eyed in a span of a moment as you splattered out a surprised yelp. "Come on, I don't mean anything by it. You just look really nervous being in the public," the singer said, his deep voice softening, soothing by the end and you needed to take a breather before answering. You didn't think it was so obvious but apparently you had never been a good liar with him.

In the end, you decided on going over to Seojun's place, so he asked the ahjumma to pack your food to go and you headed towards his flat a few blocks from the company. It was a small but cozy place, much softer and brighter than you expected, lots of pastels and photos of friends and family. While the boy busied himself in the kitchen, getting you plates, chopsticks and beer, you were encouraged to look around and you couldn't help but smile at his photos with not only his band members but high school friends, too. You had seen photos of his graduation with Jugyeong, then another one of his debut with her and another guy.  He was a recurring person on a lot of pictures, so you assumed that he was the so-called Suho.

"He's Jugyeong's boyfriend," Seojun affirmed as he walked up to you which you acknowledged with a hum and smiled at his photos with his sister and mother. The makeup artist was right when she said he was only tough on the outside.

"You knew Seyeon?" you whispered as your gaze shifted of a picture of three boys smiling widely into the camera. The middle one was the talented boy you had known  from the news of his committed suicide. Such a tragedy.

"Uhum. We were best friends. Him, Suho and me," Seojun nodded and without having to ask, he told you how they had gotten to know each other, what were their favourite past time activities and how they fell apart when he died. You could see he was hurting even now as he was talking about it, so you grazed your fingers against his knuckles as though to say you were there for him to listen, or whatever he needed.

Talking about his best friends and how a group of guys including someone named Chorong stuck by his side over the years warmed your heart. It was nice to know that not everyone had it as lonely as you who basically missed out on high school and memories from that time to be able to turn your dreams into reality. Your only friends were also in the industry but it made things both easier and harder.

"What about you? What did you mean by this being your last chance?" Seojun asked like a loaded gun but after everything he had just told you, you knew you could trust him with this and being in the industry for a while now, he must have understood, too.

You told him about the rising expectations, about your image and your company's ultimatum. It actually felt nice to talk about with someone other than your manager. Especially since Seojun seemed to understand exactly why you felt conflicted over the matter. You have given your youth to this dream of yours, so giving up on it would have felt like betraying yourself and everyone who believed in you but you weren't sure you could give it another 10 years of your life no matter how much you liked music. You had decent CSATs result, maybe you could have applied for a university program. Seojun even offered to arrange a meeting between you and Suho who was studying to become a proper songwriter.

You talked for hours and ate the tteokbokki even though it had gotten cold long ago and you couldn't remember when was the last time you had felt so light. You felt giddy even with just the tiny bit of alcohol in your system by the time you knew it was time for you to go.

Once you had felt relieved knowing that promoting your duet would be only one performance but recently, you started dreading the moment because that meant that you wouldn't have any more excuse to see Seojun. In the backstage, this time around you greeted Jugyeong like an old friend and teased to give Seojun a funny makeup before walking up to your  own assigned staff members. Your look was full of sparkles and glow fitting the silver colour of your dress, completing the ethereal vibe off the stage you were going to do and the beautiful song you had grown to love so much you held it close to your heart. The last rehearsals went smoothly and if you noticed Seojun's gaze lingering a bit too long, you didn't comment on it.

"Are you nervous?" he asked before the final recording and you knew it would have been unreasonable to deny it, so you replied with a small smile.

"A bit."

"Don't be. You're pretty and you'll do amazing," he reassured you and the way he said those words oh so easy. As if they were natural. As if he believed in you and maybe this was all the reassurance you needed because when you walked up onto the stage, not taking your eyes off his, it felt like it was just the two of you there. All the stress about not being good enough, about being judged for who you were and what you wanted to do with your life was subsided as you focused on the moment, just to sing this one song with one while trying to fight your heart's crazy beating.

You didn't really have the luxury to have crushes. You had always been concentrated on your work, you couldn't let yourself have distractions, especially since love scandals always affected girl worse than guy. At least that was what you told yourself for always putting up a wall around you and guarding your heart all too well. But during the past few weeks, between playful or flirty remarks, between smiles and ruffling hair, Seojun took apart your wall brick by brick even if he wasn't aware.

So it might have been only a few days since you had last seen him but in that rare moment of boredom, alone in your room, you realized that you missed him. Hell, you liked him and the feeling made me want to scream into your pillow as if you were a silly teenager. As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a new message and seeing the KakaoTalk ID made you shy.

duet partner, han seo jun

so...

i've been thinking

you

sounds dangerous but ok

duet partner, han seo jun

don't get sassy with me, miss

you

what have you been thinking about?

duet partner, han seo jun

that i don't want to miss my chance

there's this girl i like

i thought of asking her out

do you think she would say yes?

you

oh. well... why wouldn't she?

i mean, you are talented, handsome, funny and reliable

duet partner, han seo jun

and what about my job? it's busy and a bit crazy

don't you think it would be unfair of me to ask?

you

I think you should let her decide that

duet partner, han seo jun

okay

are you free on friday?

you

um, sure?

duet partner, han seo jun

cool, then go on a date with me?

[arc852]

A Companion for Loneliness 1/2

Summary: Tommy is lonely, so Phil takes the advice of Tommy’s therapist and gets him a pet.

Warnings: Dehuminization (treating people like pets)

Word Count:  2234

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 Phil hung up the phone and let out a long sigh, hanging his head. The call from his boss, about having to work longer hours, was a good thing money wise. Especially since his boss guaranteed he’d be paid overtime for the longer hours. What it wasn’t good for was his son.

 Now Tommy was old enough to take care of himself. The fifteen year old reminded him of that everyday, calling himself a big man and other such similar things. But, though Tommy didn’t admit it, Phil knew that he got lonely when Phil was out all day and night at his job. And especially now that it was summer, Tommy no longer had school to distract him from that loneliness. 

 Phil was hoping to spend more time with Tommy during the summer but with his increase in hours, that wasn’t going to be possible. It wouldn’t be so bad if Tommy had friends to hang out with but…

 Of course, that wasn’t Tommy’s fault. But it made Phil feel even worse about not being able to be there for his son.

 His phone rang again, pulling Phil out of his thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID before answering it. “Hey Puffy,” Tommy’s therapist was a wonderful young woman and had helped Tommy a lot. Tommy didn’t see her as often anymore but Puffy always made sure to call every once in a while to see how things were going. Phil appreciated it and he knew Tommy did too.

 “Hey Mr. Minecraft! Just checking in. How is Tommy doing? Summer should be starting soon, right?” Puffy asked, cheerful as always. 

 “Yeah, it just started actually. And Tommy’s...good.” The silence he received made Phil wince.

 “And how is Tommy actually doing?” Puffy asked, tone softer this time. Phil sighed. He really couldn’t get anything past Puffy. Not that he was really trying to but still.

 “He is doing well at the moment but I just received some news from my work. I...They need me to put in extra hours. The money will be great for us but--” He was cut off.

 “But Tommy will be left all alone.”

 Phil shut his eyes, using his free hand to rub at them. “Yeah. For the most part. And I hate doing that to him but there really isn’t anything I can do about it.”

 “...Have you thought about getting Tommy a pet?” Puffy said suddenly and Phil opened his eyes again, blinking.

 “A pet?”

 “Yeah, ya know, a companion to keep Tommy company and distracted while you're gone. Pets are wonderful for that sort of thing.” Puffy explained. Phil had never thought about that before, mostly because he never really cared for having a pet in the first place. But if it was to help Tommy…

 “So, should I get him a dog? Or would a cat be better? A hamster?” What pet would be best for Tommy?

 “Actually, for Tommy, I was thinking more along the lines of a borrower.”

 “A borrower?” Phil didn’t pay much attention to things happening around the world but even he had heard about the discovery of borrowers several years ago. They were huge back then but the hype had died down over the years. They were still fairly popular but the novelty had long since worn off. “Why a borrower for Tommy?”

 “Well, unlike other pets, they can actually have conversations with us.” Puffy said and, well, she had a really good point there. “It might be good for Tommy to be able to talk with someone. My nephew recently got his own pet borrower and he loves him and my son has had one for years. They make great companions, in ways a dog or cat can’t be. I think one would be perfect for Tommy.”

 Phil had been nodding along, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. It really did sound perfect. A pet that would not only distract Tommy but one he could also speak to and hang out with. 

 “I think I’ll take you up on your advice Puffy, thank you so much.” Phil could hear the smile on Puffy’s face as he spoke back.

 “That’s what I’m here for! Literally. Anyway, let me know how it goes and I wish you luck in picking one out for Tommy. Oh and I would stick to males when picking out a borrower and either around Tommy’s age or a bit older. It’ll hopefully make it easier for Tommy to connect with a borrower like that.”

 Phil nodded despite knowing Puffy couldn’t see him. “Thank you Puffy. Talk to you later.”

 “Bye Mr. Minecraft!” And with that, Puffy hung up. Phil placed his phone down on his desk, feeling better about the whole situation. He glanced at the time and went to grab his keys.

 He started working again tomorrow, so he might as well go out and get Tommy that borrower while he could.

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 Phil entered the pet store, looking around to try and see where they kept their borrowers. He must have looked as lost as he felt though, as an employee came up to him with a smile on her face. Her name tag read Niki. 

 “Hello sir, is there anything I could help you with today?” Her voice was cheerful and authentic. It made Phil smile.

 “Yes, actually. Um, I’m here to buy my fifteen year old son a borrower.” Phil said and he almost missed the way Niki shifted and tensed up slightly at the mention of a borrower. But as quickly as it came it went and Niki was back to her relaxed self. Phil must have imagined it.

 “Of course! Right this way, I’ll show you our selection of borrowers.” Niki started walking towards the back of the store and Phil followed, looking down the aisles as they passed them. Finally, Niki turned into one and Phil followed, seeing the rows of cages filled with borrowers. Though, there weren't as many as Phil would have first thought.

 “Our selection in this store is a little small but you should be able to find one here.” Niki said with a smile. Phil glanced around at the cages, biting his lip at all the choices. How was he supposed to pick?

 “You said this was for your son, right?” Niki chimed in again and Phil’s gaze landed back on her as he nodded.

 “Yeah, my job is keeping me extra long this summer and my son...doesn’t really have any friends. He gets lonely, though he won’t admit it, and I feel bad for leaving him. His therapist is the one who suggested I get him a borrower, actually.” Phil explained.

 “I see.” Niki hummed. Phil noticed how her gaze had softened though it was weird considering Phil hadn’t noticed her tense before. “Well, I have to go back to the front but there are a few borrowers in that last cage at the end of the aisle that might catch your eye.” She pointed at said cage, gave Phil a smile and then walked past him to head back up to the front.

 Phil watched her go and then turned back towards the cage she had pointed at. He headed over that way, glancing into the cage once he came upon it. There were about five in this one cage and Phil looked them all over. A couple seemed to simply ignore him, while one seemed to try and make itself smaller and another refused to even look at him.

 The fifth one though, was actually actively glaring at him. 

 Phil blinked, meeting that one's gaze. It was hard to make out the finer details of his face from the corner he was sitting in but he was clearly tall for a borrower, or at least, compared to the others in the cage with him, and his hair sat in a similar way to Tommy’s but was brown instead of blond.

 In fact, though Phil couldn’t quite place why, this borrower reminded him a lot of Tommy right off the bat. Maybe it was the fire behind that glare or even just the hair, but it was there and Phil couldn’t ignore it.

 “Hello mate,” He said in greeting, smiling softly and ignoring the glare. The borrower jumped slightly but his glare only hardened. “What’s your name?” 

 “F*** off.” The borrower spat out and Phil’s eyes widened. He was reminded of Tommy more by the second. 

 Well, that had been easier than Phil thought.

 He stood up straight and walked away, ignoring the confused look the borrower had sent him. When he came back with Niki, the borrower’s eyes widened and he hurried to a stand. “Oh f*** no.”

 “I had a feeling you’d take a liking to Wilbur.” Niki said with a smile towards Phil.

 “Wilbur?” Phil asked for clarification and Niki nodded.

 “That’s his name. Wilbur Soot, 22 years old. He was caught and brought into this pet store around 6 months ago.” Niki explained and then turned her attention to said borrower. “Hey Wilbur, it looks like today is the day.”

 Wilbur shook his head, looking panicked. “N-No! What the hell, Niki?!”

 Phil glanced between the two, confused. Niki let out a little sigh and sent a sad smile towards Phil. “Sorry, he’s just nervous.” She turned back to Wilbur. “Trust me Wil, this will be good for you.” Phil watched as she reached in and wrapped her hand around the borrower. Said borrower squirmed and tried to fight his way out of the grip but it proved fruitless. Niki brought him out of the large cage, only to place him into the smaller one she had brought with her from the front.

 Once he was locked inside, he was handed over to Phil. “Alright, let’s go and get the payment all settled.” Niki said and Phil nodded, following her once again back towards the front. He handed his card over once Niki took to the register and Niki started the payment process.

 “Were you getting anything else today?” Niki asked, she was still smiling but it was a little less wide than before. Phil blinked at the question, glancing down at the borrower in the small cage. He was still being glared at but now the little guy was curled in on himself near the center of the cage.

 “Um...should I be getting something else? Sorry, this was sort of a last minute thing. What exactly do borrowers need?” Phil asked, feeling sheepish at his lack of knowledge. Thankfully, Niki’s understanding gaze made him feel better.

 “Well, honestly, they don’t need a lot. Or, at least, they don’t need a lot of things that you need to buy. They eat human food just fine, so no need to waste money on that. I would recommend a borrower bed for him to sleep in though. And a collar for if he gets lost but those aren’t required.” Niki explained and Phil nodded along. 

 “That sounds good. Could you throw in a borrower bed and I’ll go ahead and take the collar too.” Phil said and Niki nodded, fetching the items and placing them in a small bag. She then rang up the order and Phil was hesitant to see the price. But when it appeared on screen his eyes widened. It wasn’t nearly as much as he would have thought.

 “Here you go.” She handed over the bag, which Phil took and picked back up the cage that he had placed on the counter.

 “Thank you so much for your help.” Phil said and Niki grinned.

 “Of course, if you need anything again, I’m happy to help!” They waved goodbye and then Phil was out the door.

 He got into his car but hesitated placing Wilbur down into the front seat. He looked down at the borrower, noticing how the little guy hadn’t moved much from his earlier position but now he seemed to be refusing to look at him. He looked sad and it made Phil’s heart melt just a little bit. 

 “Hey mate,” He spoke and Wilbur’s head snapped up to look at him. The glare was back but it was less intense this time, another emotion that Phil couldn’t quite pinpoint getting in the way of the heat. “Just thought I should explain. I’m getting you for my son, Tommy. He’s fifteen and doesn’t have any friends. His therapist suggested I get him a borrower, so here we are.”

 Wilbur’s expression dropped and Phil suddenly felt the need to reassure him. “Don’t worry though, Tommy is a good kid and I’m sure he’ll love you. You’ll be just fine.” Satisfied with that amount of reassurance, Phil put Wilbur’s cage down and locked it into place with the seatbelt, just in case.

 Once he was sure the cage and the borrower inside were secure, Phil started up the car. He glanced at the time and hummed to himself. “Should probably pick up some dinner on the way home.” He’d pick up Tommy’s favorite, to try and further ease the pain the news of him working extra hours would bring. Hopefully the food and the new pet will be enough for Tommy.

 “Don’t worry mate, we’ll be home soon.” He spoke aloud to Wilbur again, for some extra reassurance before backing out of the parking space and rolling out of the parking lot.

[emu-lumberjack]

Don’t Answer the Phone Tired pt.1

It's been a long week for Damian and Marinette, between fighting Akuma's as Robin and Ladybug then dealing with Liela all day. Both are thoroughly exhausted so who can blame him for not checking caller ID?

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ok so this one does have a planned sequel, but I’m gonna work on the follow up to A Quick Meeting first. Again thank you @ozmav for the inspiration from your Maribat au. I love playing around with it, I also am posting all my stories to my Ao3 account, the unoriginal name of Emu_Lumberjack if you want to read it over there too.

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Read Part 4 here

Read part 5 here

It had been a long week and all Damian wanted to do was go to sleep curled up with his angel of a girlfriend Marinette. They had been dating for months, she had asked him out about a month after he came to Paris. Two days after she found out he was Robin and he found out she was Ladybug. He hadn’t told his family yet, afterall who knows what Grayson would do if he found out he was dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The MDC, Jagged stone’s personal designer among many of her other accomplishments. The duo were sitting on the deck outside Marinette's room, they had planned to watch a movie on his phone but fifteen minutes in and she was snoring softly curled up next to Damian with his arm around her shoulder. Her blue-black hair had been freed from it’s twintails, Damian brushed some stray hairs out of her face. It had been a long week for her especially.

They had been working with the Miracle team: Chat Noir, Ryuko, and Viperion because Hawk Moth was creating more akumas than he had before and they were up almost every night. Then for Marinette, Damian, and Adrien dealing with Lila and the class was a waking nightmare. It had been two years since Lila came to Paris, and the hate she seeded against Marinette had only grown. Marinette dealt with online harassment from her former classmates and whenever they saw her at school they would throw paper or pencils at her.

Damian was well aware of how is angel was treated and the only reason he hadn’t pulled the “Wayne” card was because Marinette insisted she could handle it herself, what she did as ladybug made him certain she could handle the asshats herself, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to protect her though. Especially after days like today.

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Lila had started a new lie, saying she was best friends with the Waynes and actually was looking to ask out Tim the second youngest, but was scared because they were childhood friends and she didn’t want to ruin the relationship. Damian could not fathom why someone would make up such a blatantly false lie, or why someone would want to date Drake. He was just about to march over there and smack her with enough lawsuits to bury her for over a year, until Marinette put her calloused hand in his and shook her head no.

“Marinette whats wrong?” Lila asked, innocent as a storm cloud.

“Nothings wrong, Lila.” Marinette responded quietly

“Really because it looked like Damian had to hold you back there. Wait, are you jealous of me? Really Marinette I would expect more of you, some of us are just lucky enough to have connections.” Bitch Damian thought. Usually he wasn’t one to call women names, only using them for his mother, but Lila was the exception.

“Lila I could seriously care less about who you do or don’t know. I’m happy with Damian and my sewing work.” Marinette had regained some of her confidence and Damian could see the fire in her eyes, the one usually gone when she was around Lila.

Alya came up behind Lila and loudly proclaimed, “Oh. My. God. Marinette come on! What is it with you and being jealous of Lila first it was with Adrien,” Marinette scoffed, “now with Tim?” Alya was the one who hurt Marinette the most when she joined with Lila, but now Marinette realized just how toxic the faux reporter had been. Dragging her around, not listening when she said no, and refusing to look at the facts.

“Alya I’m not jealous, and I’d like to remind you Adrien and I are like siblings now.” Marinette turned to leave when Alya put a hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“Why are you leaving. We’re not done here.” A sneer crossed the girl's face.

“Alya, please take your hand off of my shoulder. I’m leaving because it’s lunch break and I said I’d meet up with Kagami and Luka.” Her voice was calm and cool, no hint of warmth for the person she once considered a sister.

Alya removed her hand, only to shove it back pushing the Bluenette to the ground. Damian lost it. Within seconds he was in between the two girls and seconds later had Alya pinned to the cold cement.

“If you ever. Ever. touch her again I will bury you.” He said loud enough for her ears only. Fast as he had attacked he got up and went over to Marinette. “Angel are you ok? How can I help.” The fire that was just in his eyes changed to concern.

“I’m fine Damian, let's just go.” Marinette was hiding her eyes from the rest of the crowd, because even though she said she was fine there were still small tears threatening to become a torrential downpour if she wasn’t careful. That's when the akuma alarm began. “Anyway I think we have an akuma to fight.”

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The obnoxious Hamster Dance song was what woke Damian up from his dream. Marinette was still asleep next to him, bleary eyed he looked at his phone. Who the hell would be calling at this hour he thought. Swiping right he answered the call with a brisk “What the fuck do you want.”

“Good to hear from you, kid.” Oh. Shit. Damian woke up as if Alfred had dumped ice water on him, because on the other end was Richard Grayson. Grayson who was the biggest gossip of any of his siblings, his siblings who didn’t know about Marinette. “Wait. Hold up. Is that a girl next to you?” Grayson asked, acting innocent but the laughter in his eyes told Damian all he needed to know about what was going inside the eldest Wayne’s head.

“Grayson I do not have a girlfriend.” Damian’s face grew red.

“Bullshit.” A soft voice came out next to him. So Marinette’s not as asleep as she seems.

“Ohhhhhh! I cannot wait to tell Tim, and Jason, and,” he paused, “oh my gosh the girls are gonna have a field day…” Dick kept going on as Damian tried to sputter out sentences in rebuttal. Marinette now fully awake was shaking with laughter next to him. Finally after a solid three minutes Damian finally was able to sputter out a sentence, “I. Am. Going. To. kill. you.” Grayson just started laughing and Marinette smiled at him. Even when he was threatening death he was cute, it didn’t hurt that his bed head was adorable. With a few more scattered insults in Romani Damian turned off the chat.

“Well Angel it looks like we’re going to face a worse danger than any Hawkmoth could throw our way.” He said solemnly.

“Oh really? And what's that?” she asked sweetly

“My brothers.”

[cherrypoki]

• Golden Hue

➵ Summary: A small series of events leads to you spending your free afternoon on a hill with your friend Gundham Tanaka

➵ Pairing: Gundham Tanaka/ Female! Reader

➵ Genre: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Bonding, Deep Talk, Mutual Pining,

➵ Word Count: 1.637k 

➵ Y/N’s Talent: Unspecified 

➵ Authors Note: AHDIHDHKBD IM SORRY I CANNOT WRITE GUNDHAM DIALOG FOR SHIT SO IM SORRY DONT ATTACK ME IM TRYING SKDSJDBJJHB

Exhaustion.

That was the only you could way you could describe how you felt. A deep lethargy had lay to rest in your body and etched itself into your bones. 

School was always making you work hard but this part week had really overworked you. Finally the weekend was coming up and all you wanted to do was lie down and sleep forever until you were nothing but a memory.

But life has a funny way of changing things. 

You see, you never were supposed to be outside at the park in the first place. But before you could get to your dorm you had been stopped by Mahiru to talk to you about being a model for some of her cottage-core photos, then when you finally got to your dorm you realised you had locked your keys inside your dorm. and when you went to find the ultimate lock-pick you were stopped by another one of your friends who was looking for their missing dog.

And that’s how you ended up at the park at 7:38pm 

The sun was starting to hang low in the sky and you couldn’t see anyone else at the park except for your friend who was climbing the statue and yelling out their dogs name. And not to be rude but you wanted to hurry up and find this dog so you could go home. Hearing a bark in the distance past the trees you yelled to your friend who must’ve heard the same thing as they jumped down from the statue and ran toward the noise, Before they did turning at you to yell 

“please stay here in case I’m wrong!”

So now there you were. Alone in the park and waiting for your friend to come back. Tired and beginning to hit the wall as they say you slowly walked over to the nearby hill, somehow managing to make it to the top without falling over. Flopping into the grass you lay down.

You didn’t even hear footsteps until someone lay right next to you. 

“Hello There Mortal”

Ah, Your lips twisted into a small smile as there was only one person you knew who had that mixture of the way they talked and how deep their voice was. 

Gundham Tanaka. 

Right then you couldn’t even be bothered to lift your head so you kept your eyes closed and smiled in awareness. 

“Hey Gundham”

“Our meeting must have been foreseen by the elder gods as I have been thinking about our last meeting”

The last time you’d seen Gundham was a few weeks ago when one of his Four Dark Devas had wandered off and ended up in your room. Your roommate (having a cat) was not fond of this as San-D nearly became San-Dead if it wasn’t for you recognising him and deciding to bring him back to his master. But the fact that as soon as the hamster saw you it decided to jump at you and hide in your clothes. 

To be honest even though you were friends you hadn’t seen each other in a while. But neither one of you saw the need to explain or give your excuses. You both were ultimate's at Hopes Peek Academy of course you weren’t always gonna have time to hang out. But seeing this moment as a chance to catch up you slowly opened your eyes and had the pleasure of getting an eye full of a beautiful lemonade pink sky. And as a soft wind blew making the flowers and grass tickle your sides you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this okay. 

“How’s life been treating you?” You craned your head lightly to see the boys face. His eyes fixated on the sky he answered you without much thought. 

“As well as life at this academy can be”

Nodding you turned your head back to face the sky. 

“Have you ever thought about the fact that when we’re looking at the sky we’re not just looking at the sky but out into space and far far into the universe?”

Shaking his head he seemed to change the way he looked at the sky as if he was considering what you just said.

“Well is there any proof that any of this matters and were not living on a giant dog write now? For all we know we could be made up things in San-D’s head”

He chuckled at that. And a tiny head poked out of his scarf as if it had heard its name. You wouldn’t be shocked if he did recognise his name given how amazing Gundhams Ham- uh Devas were. 

Crawling across the grass and onto the chest the tiny creature looked down at you and feeling a laugh rise from your gut you dramatically gasped and threw your hand over your head.  “I have been defeated”

You couldn’t see from the angle but were pretty sure Gundham was rolling his eyes as the rest of the Devas seemed to want to join in on the conquering of planet (Y/N) as Cham-P waddled over to you and crawled on top of you as well while Maga-Z and Jum-P seemed to be happy on Gundhams head and chest. 

“If we are all living in Sand-D’s head I can guarantee that I would be ruling over everyone as the supreme leader of the Tanaka Empire!”

You giggled slightly, Even when the two of you were alone if was rare of him to break character, which is why it was a shock when he said 

“Maybe all of this is just in our heads”

But you learned not to make a big deal of it when Gundham dropped some of his walls. You wanted to make him comfortable so whether he was Tanaka the Forbidden One or just Gundham you still talked to him like you were (Y/N).

“I heard about a thing called Solipsism, It’s basically a theory where everything you see is created by your own mind like you said”

“Oh really?” He titled his head quizzically, which looked a bit weird since he was lying on the ground but he still managed to pull it off. Swatting at your leg feeling something itch before realising it was just one of the flowers you turned your head to look at him once more. A deep feeling of happiness set into your gut as you began to realise how much you’d missed Gundham, even just talking to him like this made you feel so....whole. Even though you hadn’t known each other as long as others at the school have. You’d only known each other for about a year now it definitely didn’t feel like it. 

To say that you bonded easier with Gundham than the others would be an understatement. An odd testament when you realise exactly how different Gundham is to the rest of your classmates. But to you, that just made him more approachable. 

Yawning slightly you leaned up, putting your arm on the ground next to him hovering over his head. Picking one of the flowers you smile lazily as you tucked it behind his ear. 

“It’s very hard to explain so to cut it short its basically the belief that nothing outside your mind exists”

Laying back down you couldn’t but laugh, There was a deep pink tint to his cheek. Though you couldn’t tell whether it was from the sunset or a blush at first you managed when the sky changed from pink to orange, and then the hue lighting his face was almost golden. But the pink was still there, and it matched with the flower you’d put behind his ear very nicely. 

“If everything around me is my imagination your the best thing I could come up with”

If you weren’t sure his cheeks were pink before you were now. And you began to worry you’d overstepped your bounds. Moving to quickly get up and apologise but his hand reached out across your stomach and slowly pulled you back down onto the grass with him. Turning your head back to face him you saw one of his rare smiles, though he had pulled his scarf up past his mouth you looked over at Jum-P on his chest and couldn’t help but giggle at the hamsters knowing look. 

His hand reached out and picked a flower, but he must’ve lingered with it in his hand for to long as Maga-Z jumped off his head and and grabbed it out of his hand, crawling over to you and pushing it behind your ear. 

His voice came out a little muffled due to the scarf over his mouth but you still heard him well enough. 

“Tell me more about that theory”

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Epilogue:

It was pretty dark by the time the two of you decided to go back to your dorms. And it was only halfway there you remembered.

“Fuck!”

Gundham looked over at you confused. 

“What’s wrong?”

You sighed, “Shit I forgot my dorm room is locked, I was supposed to go find a locksmith but then my friend needed help finding her dog-”

He interrupted your rambling by grabbing your hand. 

“You can spend the night at mine”

By now you were used to Gundham talking normally. But you shook your head.

“I couldn't-”

“You’ve got nowhere to go, As long as you don’t mind a few animals you can stay with me”

You looked up at him, he was already pulling you toward his dorm. 

“I’m not leaving someone I care about in the cold when I can help”

As he opened the door to his dorm a smile stretched onto your face. You had to remember to thank your friend later, and give her dog a snack. 

[despairofthefuture]

She may be looking for Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess, or Gundham Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder. They're both into dark occult stuff. They're also in the same class as Chiaki and Ryota. I think they're pretty close friends, so if you find one you'll probably find the other not far off.

"Princess!?" Hiro repeats, his eyes widening. "There's a princess at this school!?"

"As amazingly cool as that is-" Leon says, trying to bring them back on topic. "-this Gundham dude....Why would a...breeder know about occult bullshit?"

"The same reason a princess would?" Hiro mutters under his breath.

Chihiro furrows his brow in thought, the small boy looking very worried. "W-well, Mukuro did say it had nothing to do with his talent." He reminds them. "So perhaps it's a hobby of his?"

"Well, regardless, this is all we have to go on, and you guys havent been wrong yet!" Leon says determinedly, flashing the spirits a grin. "Since Mukuro specifically said 'he', we should check up on this Gundham weirdo first. So hurry the hell up, Hiro! Look up this Gundham guy!"

The clairvoyant nods and does as he was told, looking up a picture of Gundham Tanaka. When he finds one he stares at it in surprise. "This...this guy works with animals?" He asks, stunned.

Leon looks over his friend's shoulder and raises a brow. "Damn. Yeah, he looks more like an Ultimate Clairvoyant than you do! He obviously seems to be embracing the occult for a start!"

This earns the ghost a glare, but Hiro quickly shakes his head and returns his phone to his pocket. "Well, whatever. We know what he looks like, so let's go to his dorm."

As he begins making his way there, Chihiro frowns. "You know, the fact that Mukuro knows about this Gundham means she and Junko must have been studying him, or at the very least his class." He points out. "Which would make sense considering how much of her plan revolves around 77-B." His face saddens. "Poor guys. It's bad enough Junko put us, her classmates and friends through something like a killing game, but to basically torture a whole other class?"

"Its sick." Leon agrees, his eyes narrowed angrily. "She's sick."

Hiro simply nods in response, a frown on his face as he walks. Suddenly, he freezes in place. "Wait, what about Hajime?!" He asks. "I was supposed to meet up with him and-"

"That can wait a minute!" Leon interrupts him. "If we dont hurry and stop Mukuro, who the hell knows what could happen!"

Hiro nods in understanding, breaking out into a sprint towards the dorms, causing a brown haired boy in a Reserve Course uniform to look up and give him an annoyed look as he passed.

~~~

Hiro was thankfully able to find Gundham's room with relative ease. As he stands in front of the Ultimate Breeder's door, he hesitates.

"Dude, what's the hold up?" Leon asks impatiently.

Hiro frowns and begins picking at his skin. "Its just...the energy surrounding this room...its...really heavy and...dark..." He mutters.

Leon groans and rolls his eyes. "Oh for the love of-Hurry the hell up!" He snaps.

Hiro sighs and nods, reaching a hand up and knocking on the door.

A quiet exchange of voices could be heard along with some shuffling until the door is opened.

"Who dares disturb the Overlord of-"

The boy behind the door stops when he sees Hiro. The two lock eyes, and a wave of energy courses through the clairvoyant.

The extravagantly dressed man before Hiro stares at him for a moment more before he smirks. "Heh. I had thought the dark lady and myself were the only ones dabbling in the forbidden arts, but I can sense they run through your veins as well."

Hiro blinks in surprise at the guy's strange speech patterns. "Uh...i-if by 'forbidden arts' you mean fortune telling, then yeah!" Hiro finally responds, forcing a smile onto his face. "My names Yasuhiro Hagakure. I'm the Ultimate Clairvoyant!"

The other man lets out an impressed hum. "Clairvoncy, hm? Then have your visions sent you to my side for the aid of my dark powers?!" He suddenly poses in a strange way, and Hiro blinks in confusion.

"Uh...y-yeah. More or less. Youre... Gundham Tanaka, right?" He asks, scratching his head as he begins to regret coming here.

Gundham's smirk widens as he nods. "My reputation of course precedes me. Indeed, that is my name! GUNDHAM TANAKA!" The...eccentric fellow bellows out his name, cause Chihiro to flinch slightly.

Leon rolls his eyes. "Dear Lord this guy is gonna be annoying." He mutters.

Hiro gives a subtle nod in agreement before forcing the smile onto his face again. "Well, great! Do you, uh, mind if I come in, Gundham?'

Gundham shakes his head and steps to the side. "But of course not! A fellow user of the dark arts is always welcome in my abode!" He declares. "Although my Third Eye has failed me, for I did not forsee your visit." The breeder suddenly blushes, catching Hiro even more off guard as the man attempts to hide the flush by raising his scarf over his face. "I currently have...company over. The dark princess, Sonia Nevermind. But do not fear! I am training her to be my apprentice, so you need not hold your tongue with anything you must tell me!" He declares with finality as he turns with a flourish and walks into his room.

Hiro stands still for a moment longer, sharing an unsure look with Leon and Chihiro, before following the breeder into his room and closing the door behind him.

The dark atmosphere Hiro had felt from outside the door was tripled the moment he took a step inside, and he shivered. Gundham's room was dark, light blotting curtains hung at the windows that allowed the only light inside the room to be the many lit candles that were scattered around. There was a bookcase against one of the walls, and on it several heavy looking leather cased books.

"Well I guess we found the right guy." Leon mutters.

Hiro nods in agreement as he continues scanning the environment. His gaze stops at something that seemed out of place. A brightly colored hamster cage where four happy looking hamster were currently rested inside.

"Well, he is the Ultimate Breeder." Hiro thinks to himself. "I guess it would be more weird if there wasnt anything animal related here."

"Oh, Gundham! You have company!" A sweet, feminine voice speaks up, causing Yasuhiro to turn his head in its direction. He couldnt help but stare. There was a beautiful blonde girl, sat upon Gundham's bed.

"Indeed I do, dark mistress." Gundham confirms, coming to a stop in front of the hamster cage. He opens the lid and places some treats inside, the four critters skittering over to them and eating them hungrily. "He says his name is Yasuhiro." A grin spreads on his face as he turns from his four pets. "He is also a user of the arts."

The girl, who Hiro assumes to be Sonia Nevermind, gasps and clasps her hands together excitedly. "Really?!" She exclaims happily. "There is another one at the school?!"

"It indeed seems that way, Sonia." The breeder confirms, his gaze going to Hiro. "He says he is a clairvoyant, and that he received a vision that called him to me."

Sonia gasps and looks to Hiro as well. "Is that so? Then please! I insist you inform us of the details of your vision at once!"

For some reason Hiro felt extremely compelled to bow towards the upperclasswoman and the need to hurry with the explanation. He blinks and clears his throat, attempting to calm his nerves. "R-right. Well, it's a long...and, well, pretty unbelievable story if I'm being honest." He sighs before continuing. "But I swear to you, Buddha, Gandhi, Mother Earth or whatever deity you believe in its true.

It started when my classmate Junko Enoshima came to me, asking me to read her future...."

~~~

"...and then Mukuro mentioned someone else with knowledge of...occult stuff." Hiro finishes explaining, holding back the urge to explain his distaste for the occult. "And the spirits mentioned it could be one of you two." He looks between Sonia and Gundham, both of which look extremely surprised. "And since Mukuro said 'he' we went to your room first." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "So...yeah. We wanted to make sure Mukuro's ghost...future ghost...didnt come here and find something she could use."

Gundham stares at the clairvoyant for a while, seemingly at a loss for words. Finally he clears his throat. "Well...that certainly is...quite the ordeal." The breeder recovers quickly, a grin forming on his face as he poses. "However you are in luck! I am quite skilled in this department, and while I cannot see your apparitions-" He walks over to his bookshelf and shifts through the many books before letting out a soft 'ah ha!' and pulling out a rather large one. He flips through it before placing his finger on a page. He then begins muttering something, which causes Hiro to frown and shift uncomfortably.

Gundham's eyes close, and a soft wind suddenly blows through the room, despite there being no open window. When he opens his eyes, he meets Hiro's eyes. They then shift over to Leon and Chihiro, his grin turning to a smirk.

"Ah ha! Hello there, fiends!" He looks over to see the shimmering outlines of the unknown spirits. "And to you as well."

Hiro's eyes widen in surprise. "You...you can see them?!"

"Of course!" Gundham boasts, slamming the book shut with one hand. "Did you believe these tombs were for show?!"

Hiro holds his tongue.

"Now I can be of more help to you and your miss-" He stops, his gaze slowly moving over to his bookshelf. He narrows his eyes. "....I assume this is the fiendish ghoul you mentioned."

Hiro blinks before following his gaze. His eyes widen further. There, looking through the books, was Mukuro's ghost.

Gundham Tanaka can now hear you! He is open for questions!

A/N: I hope things arent getting too crazy lol. I promise everything has a purpose! Supernatural stuff is canon in Danganronpa, and its especially important in this AU, so please bare with me lmao

[hazelandglasz]

The Very Bad Week, Part 2

By popular demand, I’m continuing this self pleasing little nugget

As far as Blaine is concerned, this week has been a week.

Nothing remarkable about it, a succession of routines that have lead him to this Friday twilight.

He has nothing special planned for the week-end, except maybe go dog-watching at the park if the weather allows.

Blaine is not ecstatic, but he’s not miserable either and that’s a win, in his and in Ms. Ylea’s books.

To celebrate his, um, unmiserableness, Blaine went to the store and decided to let the Fates decide what kind of snacks he would get to watch his National Geographic show – slash – guilty pleasure.

Oh, Sweet and Spicy Pringles? Sounds like something that would remind him of his aunt’s Lutong Bisaya (from far, far away anyway).

“Noooooooooooooo!”

O-kay then, not a good omen.

Blaine slowly turns to face the person who really just screamed like a banshee and.

Well.

Blaine’s savior complex kicks in at the sight of the anguish on the man’s face, but it’s a little bit eclipsed as the “oh my god wow” settles in.

Because underneath the anguish and the end of the day unsettlement, the man who is now approaching Blaine like *he* is the skittish wild animal is frankly gorgeous.

Not now, brain. Very bad timing.

“Excuse me,” the man starts, getting close enough that Blaine can see the color of his eyes.

What do you know, it matches the lapel of his jacket, impressive.

Blaine likey.

“I’m sorry for my admittedly weird behavior,” the man continues, words tripping over his tongue. Blaine can only smile at him, hopefully putting him at ease, “but I had a very bad week, and it’s my favorite snack, and–”

“It’s okay,” Blaine cuts in, his mind made. It’s not a very hard decision to make after all: he just wanted to try the snack; on the other hand, this man looks to be on the verge of a meltdown, and that would be a disgrace. “I’ve been there.” Oh boy has Blaine ever. Just last week he nearly sobbed of relief after finding half a frozen bitten pint of salted caramel pretzel ice cream from Auntie Maud’s kitchen. “Take it.”

“R-really?”

Yep, that’s hope and despair all rolled into one beautiful package of a man, one that Blaine would love to take home and protect forever.

But that would be insane.

Wouldn’t it?

As he hands over the can of Pringles, Blaine’s fingers brush against the stranger’s. Blaine has never been one for believing in reincarnations and soulmates, as hopelessly romantic as he may be, but the tingles that travel through his fingers to his neck are undeniable.

It’s like …

Like his body is remembering the man’s touch from a past life.

The man still looks unsure about it, even as he takes his beloved Pringles. Blaine has to, he has to soothe his fears.

“I just wanted to try it, but it can wait,” Blaine explains, barely stopping him in time before he reaches out to pat the man’s shoulder. “You need them.” Obviously.

Seriously, the man looks he’s on the verge of tears.

That’s it, Blaine has to do something. “Hey.”

The man looks back at Blaine, and there is a wet shine in those blue eyes that only precede tears. “Hm?”

“Are you–“ Blaine shakes his head, trying to rephrase. “Clearly you’re not okay, but are you, you know, okay?”

The man takes a deep breath before a river of words come out. “I’ve been having a hard time, I miss my dad, Ohio is too far, my friends are all busy and I don’t want to be a burden …”

Hold on. Blaine needs to stop that logorrhea before it devolves into a panic attack, and he just heard the right angle. “You’re from Ohio?”

That stops the man in his tracks. “Lima.”

Blaine can’t help but beam at the Pringles Aficionado. “Westerville.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

They exchange a smile, wrapped in a bubble of space and time that Blaine never wants to leave. “My name is Blaine.”

Blaine has been raised right, he offers his hand to shake in greetings with his …. His what? His soulmate? His new best friend, sorry Wes?

Never mind.

Pringles Addict looks down at Blaine’s hand like no one has ever offered to shake his hand before taking it. “Oh. K-Kurt.”

Kurt. That suits him.

Even though Blaine knows close to nothing about the man, he just knows that Kurt, strtaight to the point, elegant, giving slightly European vibes, yes, Kurt is a name that suits the man shyly smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” Blaine says warmly. “I hope that the Pringles will do the trick,” he adds for good measure. Now would be the good time to leave and let Kurt treat himself to the Pringles to soothe away the ache of this week. Blaine can’t resist, though, and he winks at Kurt before walking away.

Hold on. He was supposed to get a snack, wasn’t he?

Oh, flavored popcorns, now there’s an idea.

Oh! Sour Cream N Chives popcorn? Now that’s definitely out of the box.

Sour Cream N Chives Popcorn it is then.

“Blaine!”

Blaine practically spins on the spot to face Kurt once more.

The dizziness he experiences may not entirely be blamed on his antics.

“Really,” Kurt says, taking a step closer to Blaine and wow, those pale freckles look adorab—

What is wrong with him.

Oops, can of worms.

But Blaine’s thoughts are not heard by Kurt, and the other man continued. “You have been kinder than I could expect any stranger to be, that—that means a lot.”

“I’m glad I could show you some kindness today,” Blaine says, while his brain runs like a hamster in its wheel, specifically about showing Kurt kindness every hour of every day, given the chance.

“Do you—,” Kurt starts, before biting his lips and looking away.

Dammit, that shouldn’t be as cute as it is.

“Yes?”

Kurt looks back at him. “Doyouwanttohangoutsometimes, oh God, thatwasawkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t quite catch your words, except for the sorry at the end.”

Kurt sighs, closing his eyes. Blaine waits patiently for him to get his bearings (and adds a bag of marshmallows to his purchase, because while he does want to add an element of surprise in his routine, marshmallows are comfortable and comforting).

“I asked if you, um,” Kurt starts, more slowly this time, “if maybe you would like to hang out. With me. Sometimes. We could—eurgh,” Kurt cuts himself off, racking his hand in his hair. “You seem like an interesting, decent man and I had this urge to not let you go just yet.”

“Oh.”

“Sounds crazy?”

“Sounds like nothing I’ve heard before,” Blaine admits. Truth be told, it is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to him.

Not taking into consideration David’s drunken admittance that “he wished he was gay for Blaine”, especially since Blaine pinky swore never to bring it up again.

Ahem.

“I won’t bother you any longer, you’ve already been more than gentle with me,” Kurt says, turning around.

“Wait!”

Kurt does stop, looking over his shoulder.

Blaine’s heart is trying to escape his ribcage, but that’s fine. “If you’re interested, I know a shortcut to a little park where we could share our snacks and you could tell me more about your very bad week?”

Kurt’s face lights up, and just for that sight, Blaine would …

He would…

Well, he would do whatever it took to bring that look on Kurt’s face.

But Blaine is getting ahead of himself, isn’t he?

(TBC?)

[thiswasinevitableid]

winter prompt fill 29, indruck, sfw?

29. i should’ve done my shopping a month ago but now i’m running around last minute and when i enter your store, i’m absolutely frazzled. help me.

(Pinecone is borrowed from harrisonator’s fic “Monster Mash”)

Working at Kepler Petco isn’t the worst thing, even during the holiday shopping hellscape months. It’s not like anyone is getting in fistfights over cases of Fancy Feast. Which is why, on the 22nd of December, Duck is unprepared for the sudden sound of hands on hitting the countertop. 

“I need help.” The guy’s about his age, silver hair going patchy black near the top, pink and white striped sweater around his neck and a massive sweater hanging off his lanky frame. His red glasses barely conceal brown, anxious eyes. 

“Sure, what’re lookin for?”

“Rat treats, the kind that won’t make them ill.”

“Can handle that, right this way.” Duck leaves the counter and leads the guy back to the small mammal section. As they go the man spins a ring on his index finger, flushing under the merciless heating vents. 

“I’m sorry for the dramatic entrance. I have a mountain of things to do today and your store closes first.”

Duck glances at the AKC branded clock on the wall, which shows 12:30 p.m, “We close at five.”

“Yes, I know, but I really cannot overstate how behind I am on my Christmas shopping. Or, well, holiday is more accurate, since Joseph celebrates Hanukkah, which means I’m already late on that.” He sighs, runs a finger with chipped black nails through his hair.

“Big family?” Duck points to the row of snacks, grabs the man a basket from the end of the aisle when he starts piling them into his arms. 

“Lots of friends. We’re having a party tomorrow and I completely forgot about it until today. I know it’s ridiculous to forget about a holiday where you can’t turn around without being slapped with a reminder of it, but my brain doesn’t always work in the way I’d like it to.”

“No judgement here. Once forgot my sisters birthday until the minute my mom asked if I could get some candles for the cake after school.”

“Oh dear.” The man smiles, the expression shifting from odd to shy when Duck meets his eyes, “thank you for your help.”

Five minutes later the guy heads towards the register, then stops, backtracking to the display of rats, mice, and hamsters. Duck joins him in case he has questions, and to steal another look at his singular features. They’re not handsome on the surface, but something about them draws his eye back over and over. He’s just in time to hear the man cooing to a pair of brown rats.

“...so lovely, aren’t you just charming? If I could I’d take you home but space is limited. Oh” he blushes when he sees Duck, “I’m, ah, ready to pay now.”

“One of your friends got rats?” He indicates the pile of treats the man is buying.

“Hmm? Oh, no, these are for Luna and Emperor, my rats. I wanted to get them presents too.”

Duck can’t decide if the fact the guy prioritized spoiling his pets on the day he had to buy a bunch of gifts is adorable or worrying.

“As I said, I came here because you close first. And I, ah, I like spoiling them. It’s nice to know exactly how to cheer another living thing up.”

“I get that. Pinecone, that’s my, uh, my cat, gets more treats a month than I do.”

“Someone ought to buy you a few, then.”  The man murmurs, handing over his debit card. 

Duck, caught up in the mechanics of fighting with the card reader, doesn’t realize he’s being flirted with until the man is no more than a silver head merging into the throng outside. 

He’s lowkey annoyed with himself the rest of the day; he’s been in the market for a cute guy, and while his mystery shopper may not be Ryan Gosling, but Duck wouldn’t mind getting his number. 

Since he opened today, he gets off at three, decides to swing by Crate and Barrel in case the apron he thinks Barclay might like. There’s small hallways dotted through the mall, leading to exits or to backrooms.  As he passes one, he gets a glimpse of silver hair and a vibrant scarf. That’s the only good part of what he sees; the man from earlier is pressed close to the shiny wall, trying and failing to get his breathing order.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

He jolts, registers who’s speaking, and looks at the ground, “N-not really. I, part of the reason put this off so long is I can get incredibly overwhelmed in crowds sometimes, and yes I know that makes coming here three days before Christmas even worse an idea but I thought maybe I could handle it, but I’ve only managed to buy two of the gifts I need because I cannot focus with everything going on and, and I’m sorry, here I wanted to charming around you and now you’ve seen this and-”

“What would help?”

“I, I’d like to go somewhere quiet, but there’s nowhere, even the bathrooms are packed.”

“Do you, uh, want to come sit in my car for a bit? I can run the heater so we don’t freeze.”

“That’s really alright?” The question is so small and vulnerable he wants to tuck it into a shoebox to keep it safe.

“Yeah. C’mon, I’m parked on this end.” 

It’s snowing on and off as they walk to his car, and as he gets it running and turns on the heat his passenger finally pulls his clenched hands from his pockets; one holds a fidget cube, the other a very small, plush moth.

“I tried so hard to prepare for every possible future.” Is what he gets as explanation. The man sets both items in his lap and shuts his eyes, breathing slowly in and out. Duck says nothing, opens his phone and plays two rounds of Plants vs. Zombies before he hears anything at all from beside him. 

“Would you mind turning the radio on, at a low volume?”

“Any requests?” Duck hits the power button.

“No talk radio.”

“Can manage that.” He fiddles around and finds the alternative station. Even it has Christmas songs interspersed with the usual mix. 

“Is your name really Duck?”

He wonders if the guy is omnipotent until he remembers his nametag.

“It’s a nickname.”

“I’m Indrid.” He opens his eyes, “thank you for letting me come here to calm down. I may actually manage to succeed in my quest now. It’s so hard, I actually enjoy being out around the lights, the feeling of so many people being happy or trying to do kind things for each other. But it’s easy to get overwhelmed, especially when I’m alone.”

“Would it help if you weren’t?”

“Possibly, but I couldn’t ask you to spend even more time in that mall given you work there.” 

“Got some last minute shoppin to do myself. Besides, if you get stuck on a gift, I’m pretty damn good at comin up with ideas.”

“Thank you.” Indrid smiles, excited, and that settles it: Duck is asking for his number after this.

They brave the crowds and the holiday cheer blaring across the speakers once more. The first stop is a store selling housewares, including a pair of small succulents that Indrid deems worthy of giving a friend as he listens to Duck talk about his part time job at the National Forest, laughing when Duck mentions last weeks run-in with a pissed-off migratory bird. 

The next few stores are no help, and they opt to take advantage of the lull between when people are done with school and when people are done with work to hit up the coffeeshop, Indrid ordering a white chocolate peppermint mocha and promptly getting whipped cream on his nose. Duck is tempted to kiss it off, settles for handing his new friend a napkin while he talks about his recent return to Kepler after traveling around the country in a Winnebago, selling his art at shows. As luck would have it, the store has a shelf devoted to artisan or local coffees, and they’re each able to find one for someone on their list. 

Macy's proves more treacherous, and once five o’ clock hits even Duck is feeling cramped. Indrid is tensing, his replies getting short or far off, and just as Duck is about to offer to dip out again, chilly fingers link with his own.

“Is this alright?”

“Better than alright.” He grins and Indrid holds tighter, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth as Duck guides them into a less crowded corner. The do eventually find some high quality hiking socks that Indrid buys, only letting go of Duck in order to pay. 

They reward themselves with dinner at Johnny Rocket, Duck hopping over to Indrid’s side of the booth to see pictures of Emperor and Luna, and show off the photos he has of Pinecone hiding under his ranger jacket. 

“One more stop, thank goodness.” It’s going on seven and Duck has to say he agrees; he loves being around Indrid, but his feet are killing him and he’s had “Jingle Bells” stuck in his head for an hour. 

Indrid’s last item is at Crate and Barrel, and Duck laughs when the other man goes straight to the aprons. 

“You got good taste, I’m gettin’ one of these too. Barclay said he needed a new one.”

A fine-boned hand freezes mid-reach, “Did you say Barclay?”

“Yeah?”

“I am also buying this for a Barclay. Is your Barclay, by chance, dating someone named Joseph and hosting a party tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

They stare at each other, frozen long enough that another shopper passes between them. Then they double over in sync, Duck wheezing out a laugh while Indrid cackles. 

“Holy shit, we’ve been shoppin for the same folks!”

“Barclay mentioned there’d be new people at the party but I never thought one of them would be such a catch.”

Duck gets his breathing in order, steps across the faux-hardwood and takes Indrid’s hand.

“Hey, Indrid? You wanna be my date to the party tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

“....wait, fuck, which one of us is gonna give him the apron?”

“You can, I have another idea for him. Consider it an early present from me.” Indrid tease. 

“Sugar,” Duck slips his hands into Indrid’s back pockets, smiling up at him, “you might just be all the present I need.”

[beholdme]

All the Many Shades of Gerry - Chapter 13

Chapters: 13/19

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, Elias Bouchard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Library AU, Librarian Jon, Artist Gerry, Trans Male Character, Trans Martin Blackwood, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Ace Subtype - Sex Positive, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Boys in Skirts, Kissing, Demisexual Gerard Keay, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Flirting, Minor Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Adventures in Hair Dying, Happy Ending, Banter, Gerry has a lot of sass, Gerard Keay is Morticia Adams, Jon is a very grumpy Librarian, Martin adores them anyway.

Summary: In which Gerry is a kaleidoscope and Jon and Martin can’t help falling in love with him.

He happens to love them back.

Find it on Ao3

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If someone had asked Martin where he had least expected to be on the day after his thirtieth birthday, the veterinarian probably wouldn’t have been at the top of his list, but it definitely would have made the top ten.

Honestly, Martin didn’t think he had ever stepped foot into a vet clinic before in his life. He had never owned so much as a pet hamster, and now here he stood, clutching a tiny ball of mewling fluff and trying not to get distracted by the pet toys.

He felt positively inundated with new information on all sides. There were about a million different types of pet food lining the walls, and everything seemed to be a new bright colour to draw his distracted eyes. Warning signs that made very little sense to him filled the space, most memorably ‘Large birds must be kept leashed at all times inside the practice’, and ‘Reptiles need to be secured inside their travel enclosures.’

There was indeed an iguana in a massive glass enclosure sunning itself under a heat lamp, but it appeared to be a permanent resident, not a guest. Seemingly opposite to this was the massive tabby cat draped across the reception desk.

Martin begins to panic slightly.

He desperately wished he had allowed one of his lovers to accompany him, but he had sent Gerry back to bed to sleep and Jon had been shooed off to work, both quite thoroughly hung-over.

Now here he stands, alone with his new fluffy friend, and doesn't even know where to start. Neither of his partners have ever actually had a kitten before, but at least they had both owned cats before.

Gerry had been adopted by Saturn as a full-grown boy when he arrived at the window of his shitty little flat in Edinburgh and demanded to be let in. Gerry had confessed to a romantic feeling of instant affection for the fluffy beast and had taken Saturn in without a moment’s hesitation. They had moved together as he traveled the country, eventually settling together in London, where he had found Jon again.

Jon had been raised with several cats that had all been born before him and had liked them, but he had told Martin once that he heavily associated cats with his Grandmother and his slightly cold upbringing. That was all the pet experience he had until he met Saturn and fell in love with him as easily as they’d both fallen in love with Gerry. Like goth, like feline companion, apparently.

Nevertheless, Saturn did not appreciate being taken to the vet and had never gone once since Martin had met him.

"Can I help you, sir?" A kind-looking older lady sat at reception, and she beaconed Martin forward gently.

"I- I-" He started, stuttering badly. He closed his eyes and shook himself to dispel the unfortunate remnant of his childhood. “I found this kitten, and I was hoping the vet could check on it for me?”

“And will you be wanting to surrender it into our care?” She asks, tapping away at her keyboard.

“What?” Martin shies away, pulling the cat protectively even closer to his chest.

“You’re more than welcome to keep it, but we do also take in strays if you aren’t able to.” She smiles at him soothingly.

“Oh, I want to keep her please.” Martin flushes a bit. “I already gave her a name.”

The woman smiles at him knowingly. “The vet can see you in 15 minutes then.”

She takes his contact information, and they weigh Martin’s new friend. She guesses the kitten's age to be about 2 weeks and sends him off to sit close to the iguana.

*

An hour later, Martin stumbles out the door, armed with more supplies than he could ever have imagined he needed to raise one small animal. His head is spinning, alternating between fond adoration and complete anxiety over this new task that he has given himself. Luna meows at him supportively, happy to be clean and have a full belly.

Out on the street, he finds Jon. It’s raining slightly, and he’s wrapped in a long peacoat, with a scarf Martin is certain was once his.

“What are you doing here?” Martin demands, shocked. He stumbles over to his partner, and Jon reaches out to steady him. “I thought you were at the library."

Jon presses a quick kiss to his shocked mouth, before taking several things out of his overcrowded arms.

"I know you said that you were going to do this on your own, but I wanted to be nearby in case you needed me, so I called off." He shrugs a bit, "I reckoned that I had earned it, what with all the overtime I work and don't get paid for."

Martin is filled with warmth, eyes welling a bit. "Oh, Jon."

"Oh no, don't cry. I'm sorry." Jon's face pinches in concern. "I can go if you want me to."

"No, I'm so happy you're here. I was just wishing for you, and there you were. Thank you." Martin steps towards him as best he can, and they kiss softly for a few moments, out in the rain.

In time, the kitten, haphazardly clutched to Martin's chest, makes her displeasure at the soggy conditions known. Gripping hands tightly, Jon and Martin set off towards the bookstore, just a couple blocks over.

It’s quiet when they arrive, the morning pre-work rush over, and the student and lunch crowds far off yet. The two baristas and Tim descend upon them immediately when they see the small head poking out of Martin’s coat. There is much cooing and fuss over Luna, and Martin recounts the tale of discovering her in the back alley of Gerry’s bar.

Once they return to work, Jon and Martin settle on one of the sofas, a coffee table before them. They make up a small cat bed, which Luna explores for a few moments, before sitting at the edge and staring at Martin imploringly. He scopes her up and plops her inside, before placing the tiny bed right in his lap. She happily passes out after that, the wild adventures of the morning catching up with her little kitten body.

Deciding to truly have the day off, Jon does not take out his laptop and start working on it, instead ordering their tea, picking a book to read from the store, and bringing it all over to settle with his partner.

“Thank you for coming,” Martin tells him, a soft look on his face. He leans an elbow on the back of the couch, head resting on his fist. “I didn’t even realise how much I needed you until I saw you there.”

“I know,” Jon starts, frowning in concentration, “that I’m not always the best at sensing these things, that sometimes I can be too focused on myself and the things going on in my head. I do hope that I always manage to catch the important moments, and I trust that you’ll always let me know when I don’t.”

Jon pauses, and sighs, a self-deprecating smile lining his face. He continues, “I want to learn to be who you need me to be. I want to be for you, what you always are to me. I love you, Martin.”

“I love you too, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s hand, before placing a sweet kiss in his palm. “You are exactly who I need you to be.”

It is a soft, hazy sort of day. The rain pours outside, and Jon lies against Martin and reads two books before lunchtime. Martin practices bottle-feeding Luna, every few hours, and Jon sits nearby watching nervously. He wonders vaguely if his partner is alarmed to be around an infant of any kind for a while, but on the third feeding, Jon seems to rouse himself and offers to give it a try.

Each time a new client comes in, there's a round of cooing and petting, and Martin worries that she’ll be spoiled rotten in no time. He imagines that if she spends much time here, he’ll have to sell cat treats and Luna will one day be as fat as a house.

At one point, Jon starts to read aloud, and Martin seems to fall asleep gently propped against his shoulder. He wakes to find Jon laughing softly and Luna learning to use him as a climbing frame.

"I think she likes you, love," Martin whispers into his hair.

"Well, I think I might like her too," Jon confesses, a world away from his scepticism of just this morning.

After lunchtime, Gerry flies into the store very manically, clutching a very strange backpack to his chest. It has a weird clear window, reminiscent of a ship’s porthole, and the rest of it is hard structured plastic.

He ducks down to kiss first Martin, then Jon, before thrusting the backpack into Martin's hands.

"What is this?" Martin asks, holding it away from himself as if it might bite.

"It's a cat backpack. Saturn has always preferred it to a normal cat basket, and I thought it might be useful if we need to take her to work with us and then back to various flats." Gerry walks around the table, bodily picking up Jon's legs and sitting beneath them. He looks like nothing so much as a large, damp bat, black trench coat flapping around him like over large wings. "I ordered her one of her own, but it won't be here for a few days, so I brought Saturn's in the meantime."

There's a beat of shocked silence, so Gerry adds, "Only if you want it, obviously."

"I- I do, thank you." Martin can feel himself blushing with odd pleasure.

He had made sure to ask them if they were okay with Martin keeping Luna, but he hadn't really expected them to embrace the situation with such gusto, and his heart burns with an odd intensity at their gestures of support.

It's almost-

It's almost like they love him, and care about all the things he cares about.

Martin sits, staring at a cat backpack, and allows the realisation to wash over him. It hits him like a tidal wave, despite the dozens and maybe hundreds of times they've said the words to him.

He feels very foolish, left floored by the fact that his lovers- well, that they love him!

Martin knows, understands even, that he has been left slightly broken by his father leaving, his mother hating him, the things that he chose to do to survive in his early adulthood. He does understand that, and yet he never realized that he was hearing Jon and Gerry say they love him and saying the words back, and yet subtly holding on to the (clearly mistaken) understanding that they don't really mean them.

It makes a sick kind of sense, clinging to the idea that they don't really care about him, so when they decide that they don't anymore, it doesn't leave him broken beyond repair.

Martin puts the cat bag down on the table, hands Luna to Gerry, and gets up. He waves at them reassuringly when they try to ask him what's wrong, before walking to the bathroom, locking the door, and sobbing like a child for several long moments.

*

As Luna grows, she spends time with each of them.

Gerry takes her most of the first nights, feeding her through the evenings and then handing her back to Martin as he leaves for the bookstore.

This means she spends quite a lot of her formative life in a bar, but when Martin goes in to check on them, he finds Gerry's plastered clientele just as enamored with the kitten as his own tea-drinking patrons.

Jon likes to have her in the late afternoons, keeping her at the library for a few sleepy hours before he leaves for the day. He tells Martin once that the children's reading group comes in during that time, and he likes to sit in with them and let Luna listen along.

The children, of course, adore her and Jon tells Martin very primly, "Listening comprehension is a very important skill in a developing infant."

Martin finds it hilarious and adorable and can't help but pull Jon into his arms and kiss him breathless, an unimpressed Luna trapped between them.

Saturn does not appreciate Luna at first, disappearing in a huff the first few times Martin brings her over to the studio.

"Don't worry about it, love." Gerry had waved away his concern casually. "He's just a jealous baby. He'll figure out that she wants to play with him eventually, and then they'll be the best of friends."

Indeed, Martin walks into the kitchen one morning to find the two cats curled together in a shaft of sunshine. Saturn is gently giving her a bath, and Luna purrs sweetly at the attention.

When Saturn notices him watching, he untangles himself, shows Martin his bum, and then disappears. He's reminded of nothing so much as Gerry himself, caught eating ice cream for breakfast, or smoking during the day, an activity he would insist is a nighttime pursuit only. The same drama is employed as a distraction technique, and Martin wonders whether the cat learnt it from the goth, or the goth learnt it from the cat.

Luna grows and settles, and Martin adores having her more than almost anything.

He takes the time, as they raise her, to force himself to accept his life for what it truly is. He puts aside the constant nagging fear that Jon and Gerry will lose interest in him one day and begins to notice all the ways they show him they love him, which makes the words all the more precious to him when they take the time to tell him.

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Mandy

Despite her own agenda, Mandy has never been one to simply let evil run rampant.  Earth is still her home, and any danger someone like Fuse poses to it is just as much a threat to herself.  With a steely determination matched only by her wit, she’ll make certain that Planet Fusion’s days are numbered.  

Several episodes/movies of GAOBAM like “Billy and Mandy’s Big Boogey Adventure” highlight Mandy’s ultimate goal for world domination and just how dangerously close she can get to it--a trait that carries over in FusionFall through her plans to create an army of her own during Mojo Jojo’s guide missions.  The main reasons she stops other villains rather than helps them is because she wants to be the main one in control with any sort of takeover done on her terms.  Meanwhile, episodes like “Scary Poppins”  would indicate that Mandy already has a large amount of power/influence in at least Endsville, but chooses not to use it as much as she could. Given that there’s little holding her back in this scenario, she might be weighing all of the potential risks such as the large number of heroes that would stand against her and that she personally may lack the strength to maintain her control were she to gain it.  Basically, she’s taking smaller steps that would fly under most people’s notice and bidding her time for the right moment to act.

Nevertheless, as villainous as Mandy can be, she has acted out of seemingly selfless desires before, her friendship with Billy being the most obvious.  True, Billy would make a decent pawn for her, but she’s also had to clean up a lot of his messes and has been shown to genuinely care for his well-being.  It was her plan that saved his pet hamster, Mr. Snuggles, when the two first met Grim.  She gives advice to Jeff the Spider and treats him well.  Even thought she’s not a fan of Christmas and didn’t believe in Santa until she saw him, her first plan was to go after the Head Vampire to save him and the holiday.  She even tried being kind to Mindy when she first moved to Endsville out of sympathy--before ultimately getting annoyed and telling her to shut up.  This fits her status as more of an antihero than true villain.      

Three traits Mandy seems to value most are intelligence, loyalty, and honesty:

She has respect for those who can match her wits even if they’re not always on her side.  We see this a small bit in “The Cracks of Fuse” when, after the player destroys her Hypnotic Charm, she compliments them before warning them that they “won’t be so lucky” in the future.  

She takes betrayal very seriously and it has been shown to hurt her deeply, as it did with Pandora in “Pandora’s Lunch Box.”  Her reactions to it seem to depend on the relationship the traitor has with her and their reasoning beyond the betrayal.  Mandy genuinely saw Pandora as a friend and hated being used, even if the result would’ve been convenient for her, so she had no issue locking Pandora away.  She threatened to destroy Billy in the GAOBAM/KND crossover special when he stood against her.  Meanwhile, the player in “The Cracks of Fuse” has more of a working relationship with Mandy and betrays her by Dexter’s orders in order to save people.  The closer you are to her and the more deep the betrayal, the worse she’ll retaliate.  If you stick by her side, she shows gratitude if only in passing comments.  This would also align with her deep love for her dog, Saliva, an animal known for its loyalty. 

As for honesty, don’t get me wrong, Mandy isn’t above deceiving others to get what she wants.  At the same time though, she often makes her intentions very clear.  If she hates someone, she hates them openly.  She makes her goals and boundaries known to all.  Furthermore, she’ll respect an agreement if she makes one--such as giving the player a reward at the end of “The Cracks of Fuse” despite her anger toward them.  Her hatred toward Mindy may also partially stem from this, given the latter’s behavior as a stereotypical popular girl/bully with a “fake” personality.    

Other than what I’ve said above, this bullet is pretty much based entirely on my own speculations and investment in a certain trope in a lot of current webcomics, so take with it what you will.  Even as an infant, Mandy has been shown to rarely, if ever, smile with a dark outlook on life. She’s also extremely intelligent for her age.  Fitting her personality and the supernatural themes in GAOBAM, I headcanon that Mandy might be an individual who reincarnated with her memories--likely on a subconscious level--from a terrible, previous life rather than moved on to the afterlife.  It’s probably the most extreme claim I could make for her and you all who’ve been following these posts know that I rarely come up with them without some canon basis, but it’s one that I just can’t easily shake the longer the idea sits in my mind.  She’s cynical of the world because she recognizes it as an awful place with awful people--and never would’ve had an infant’s naivety if she somehow already possessed early knowledge about the harsh realities in life.  As a result, she wants to be in a position of power at all times so she doesn’t become anyone’s victim.  She keeps her distance from others, yet cares about loyalty so much, because at some point in that past-life she would have already faced a cruel betrayal. This would feed into an insecurity/unwillingness to form real attachments, along with feelings of superiority.  Even if she would despise personally having an overly nice, happy-go-lucky nature, she doesn’t actively go after individuals who are themselves that way like Jeff: This fits a respect of genuine kindness/innocence while also recognizing it as a potential danger in a cruel world.  She would be more optimistic as a very young child, but with tempered expectations because of being given a second chance at life. However, her worst feelings would still continue to sink in as she grew and recognized everyday annoyances/evils others her age wouldn’t pay much attention to. Billy would only be able to draw so closely to her due to reaching out to her when they were so little and never giving up on that friendship, forcing her to accept him in her life.  Think of a more ambitious Six from Little Nightmares.  

Outside of the Mojo guide missions, most of Mandy’s own depict her as being an extremely effective Fusion Fighter if seemingly a little detached. There’s a strict approach to the way she directs the player, and she doesn’t let distractions or her own desires get in the way of her immediate work.  Due to the amount of knowledge she has on both Fuse and supernatural artifacts for these missions, one of her main roles in the war is likely research.

Her time spent with Grim already allowed her to learn a lot about the supernatural; however, she has also studied under/with Hex some since arriving at Devil’s Bluff.  At first, he admired her ambition and interest in magic. Once he realized how much of a threat and potential rival she could be though, Hex started being more careful with what he told her, treating her with caution.  Mandy is aware of this, and as such will try gathering information he would keep secret from her through other people. As of now, she’s unable to summon magic herself without the help of others or the use of objects despite the vast amount of knowledge she’s gathered.

The mission “Hands Off” hints that Mandy didn’t join the nano project solely to help with the war effort, as she slips up by referring to her allies as “slaves” when explaining the decrease/lack of nanos would make them weak.  Extending this to her nanos themselves, it’s likely she joined the with the intention of using them as a sort of personal army once the war is over.  Since they would think and act like her, she imagined the only thing she’d have to worry about is some of them possibly sharing her ambitions and trying to usurp her, and that she could easily outsmart the small doubles should the need arise.  Others would align with her goals and know they’d be in good standing if they followed her commands.  However, she didn’t count on just how much their IE Donor’s influence would also affect their creation.  Her plans haven’t really changed, but any Mandy nano with a strong bond to their IE Donor is a lost cause to her.    

[ribosoons]

"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"| Wonwoo

Wonwoo x reader || Fluff

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol, profanity 

Summary: You basically hate each other.

a/n: my first lOoOong au omgggg!!! i worked for it days!! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WILL LIKE IT!!!!

"wow the caveman finally decides to come out of his cave"

"wow the house rat wasn't still learning her lesson not to put her nose on other's business'"

you scoffed on wonwoo's response. you gave him a look and he just gave you a smile that 'ha-stfu-bitch'. you just rolled your eyes and enter your room.

you live in a rent-a-room-kinda house full of people you don't know. well, you befriended them except jeon wonwoo, the caveman you knew.

And you are the only one who suffer?!

you can't remember the exact reason why you hated this man but all you can think of is:

you can give a longer list aside from this but this might take a while if ever you list them.

you tried to give wonwoo a talk about his noise but you may or may not became rude telling him to shut up.

since then, your housemates knew that both of you hated each other. like hate hate hate.

...

"so, what do you want for your birthday?" your friend Soonyoung asked.

"a cat" you blatantly said.

"hm" he laid his back to his chair when a student knocked to your faculty's door.

"is ms y/n there?" your student jana asked.

you quickly showed yourself and took the papers in her hands.

"thank you jana!"

you look at the pile of paper placed in your hand and thought. 'i will be up all night checking these papers'

later that night, as expected, you are up and checking your student's paper.

"WELL YEAH FUCK YOU KIM MINGYU YOU SUCK!" you heard wonwoo shouts followed by a burst of laughter.

you rubbed your temples and put on your earphones. but for your thin walls' sake. you can still hear wonwoo shout.

you got up to your seat and knock on wonwoo's room.

after 5 knocks still no response and you can still his rage.

you opened his door and took the nearest thing you can touch, which is this white coat, and threw it at him.

with his quick response he looked at you then his monitor and you saw him die to his game and the word "defeat" on this game and you heard a murmur of raging testosterone in his headphones.

"what?" he said while squinting his eyes on me.

"you are so noisy"

"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"

you rolled your eyes to wonwoo because of his response and you slammed his door. opening again saying "please shut the fuck up im doing my papers"

and slammed the door again.

gladly wonwoo shut up this night thus having you a great night checking your students' paper.

...

you woke up to loud knocks to your door. you stood up and opened your door.

"can you please" you saw a grumpy wonwoo standing in front of you.

"what?"

"alarm. your alarm kept on ringing for the last 10 minutes. keep it down"

"what?" your nerves suddenly woke up and ran back to your phone and checked the time.

"oh shit" you murmur and took your towel and ran to your bathroom and took a shower.

with an unbelievable pace, you got to the school on time.

you walked peacefully while the students greet you their good mornings and replying to them also a good morning.

you got to your table and get ready for your first subject class.

"oh shit the papers" you suddenly realized and panicked. "oh shit oh shit"

"what?" soonyoung asked.

"I forgot my student's paper"

"cant you call home?"

"you are so genius"

you called the house's landline.

"hello?"

"hello this is y/n. who's this?"

"ah y/n noona! it is me chan!"

"ah! great! you have university today?"

"this evening but i need to shift to the cafe"

"i see. the thing is, can you bring me the pile of papers placed on my table?"

"sure!"

"thank you! the spare key of my room is placed under the nearest plant"

"okay!! see you!"

"see you thank you! i'll treat you lunch"

"ah no thanks. do my papers instead?"

"haha no. i'll treat you lunch"

"fine"

you hang up the call and go to your first class.

...

"happy birthday!" Soonyoung called as soon as you entered the faculty room.

"what?" your co-teachers were also saying their greetings.

Soonyoung shoved the cake to you face (not literally) and said "make a wish"

you closed your eyes and made a wish, wishing that you'll have a boyfriend before this year ends.

everyone claps and wished you a happy birthday once again after you blew the cake. everyone go back to their respective places and did their work.

"hey i have a gift for you" you followed Soonyoung to your faculty's coffee room and there you saw a kitten placed inside a cage.

"surprise" you gave Soonyoung a hug and thank him with all your heart.

"uhh sorry to interrupt you two but someone is looking for you ms. y/n" you looked to where your co-teacher pointing and saw wonwoo squinting his eyes on you.

he's on his black polo pairing with his black tie, he's not wearing his glasses? oh contacts.

you let go Soonyoung and fixed your blouse.

"what?" you asked soon as you came closer to wonwoo.

"is he your boyfriend?" now it's your turn to squint your eyes on him

"no, do you like him?"

"no"

"why are you here?" you asked.

"chan said i need to give these papers" he said and giving you a paper bag.

"oh. why?"

"the boy is running late"

"and you?"

"i'm on lunch break"

"how much time is your lunch break doctor Jeon?"

"not much"

"then go away you are running out of time. ill tell your boss you kept on slacking"

"wow after i gave you your papers? you're welcome madame"

"just kidding. thanks a bunch. have a great day!" you gave him a smile.

"so i can make noise later?"

"it's still a no for me"

"ok. i have to go"

"yeah see you" wonwoo turn his back to you. clutching the paper bag, you saw wonwoo walk back to you again.

"i forgot i got you this" he said while giving the boba he's been holding the whole time.

"for me?"

"yeah. its your birthday right?" he said still on his squinting eyes.

he's giving you a gift yet his face is just,,, squinting his eyes.

"t-thanks?"

"ok bye"

you just there watching his back, while drinking the boba he gave you, going further and further until he's gone.

"ms. y/n is he your boyfriend?" you almost choke with the boba to the sudden voice you heard.

"what? jana it's you! how can I help you?"

"no no, we are just walking around and we saw you with your boyfriend a minute ago"

"boyfriend? who?"

"the one who gave you those. so sweet he gave you a gift and a booobaaaa" they sing sang

"no jana, he's just a delivery man who delivered your papers. kindly distribute this to your classmates" they gave you a disappointed sigh.

"oh we thought he's your boyfriend. oh well, you should go out with Mr. Kwon instead!" you chuckled because of the silliness of your students.

"haha no, now go and enjoy your break while it lasts and distributes them"

"ok ms. y/l/n! see you later!"

...

you were about to get out when one of your students called you, it was jana.

"yes jana?"

"is this yours ms?" jana asked giving you the cute pin. "i saw it inside the paper bag you gave, i think it's yours. it was neither mine nor kath's"

it was a pin with a black cat printed on it.

"oh y/n it looks like this cat" soonyoung point out showing the cat he gave you.

it was.

"oh"

"goodbye ms. y/n! mr. kwon!" your student bid their goodbye.

"so it was from doctor jeon. i see" you squit your eyes to soonyoung which made him laugh.

"in your dreams kwon soonyoung. it was from chan im sure"

"ok y/l/n y/n"

...

as you got home chan instantly came to you.

"ah noona im sorry i didn't come. oh- is that a cat?"

"no its a rat" chan didn't answer instead he asked you what her name was.

"oh, actually i sill don't know" his question made you think what her name would be.

"oh chan" you could the younger whose petting the cat inside the cage you are holding.

"thank for the cute pin" you thanked him

"what pin?"

"the can pin?"

"i don't know what you are talking about" you just shrug and left the cat to chan and run a bathe for yourself.

going out of your room, wonwoo walked past you. before he opens his door he called your name.

"y/n, your spare keys" he said. he was about to come into his room when you halt him. you rush into your room and pick the pin jana saw inside the paper bag.

"is this yours? or someone from you vet?" you asked.

"no, never seen that" he said and finally entered his room.

you just shrugged and go to your newly adopted cat.

you sat beside chan and you two finally thinking what you should name this black cat.

"let's name her cat but in a different language"

"no"

"lets call her doggie"

"y/n please no"

"fish?"

"noona"

"sorry"

you two just stare at the cute cat thinking what would her name be.

"call her jett"

you two synchronously look back and saw wonwoo sipping his banana milk.

you squit your eyes on him.

"why?"

"because she's jett black"

you grabbed your little cat "ok you are now jett" you smiled to wonwoo.

chan saw his older hyung taken aback with your smile and gave him a meaningful smile.

wonwoo just rolled his eyes to chan which made the younger laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing"

...

"jett momma is home where are you" you yelled.

as soon as you get into your house's lounge area you saw wonwoo feeding your cat.

"what are you doing?"

"feeding your cat" he said not looking at you

"yes my cat"

"do you want her to starve into her death?" you just rolled your eyes and left the cat with the care of wonwoo to change your clothes and freshen up a little bit.

you go directly to wonwoo and you saw your cat sleeping peacefully on wonwoo's lap while he rubs her head.

He carefully lifted the little one but she insisted to stay on wonwoo's lap.

you have no choice but to sit beside wonwoo and wait for your cat to had her sleep deeper.

"how's work?" he randomly asked.

"good" you answered shortly. wonwoo just gave you a look seems like asking for more information.

"it was tiring. students are just too energetic for my liking. how about the vet?" you asked.

"common things happened. dogs, cats, hamsters with their monthly check-up and such" you gave him a nod.

you two were silent.

"wow you two at peace? no yelling?" your housemate minghao asked.

you both look at his squinting your eyes

"no" you said and carefully took the baby kitten on wonwoo's lap and go directly to your room.

...

this has become a routine for both of you, you going home seeing wonwoo feeding jett or just casually playing with her and you'll fix yourself and sit beside wonwoo waiting for the cat to sleep.

"wow what are you two? a newly wedded couple who bought a cat as their child?" mingyu asked. wonwoo brushed off the question by raising his middle finger.

wonwoo and mingyu left you with the cat because the two of them will play games, as usual, so you prepared yourself a food leaving jett inside your room since her toys were there. although she had toys around the house because of wonwoo, it is better to be safe than sorry that is why you left your cat inside the room.

after you washed your dishes you brought jett her cat food with you.

you opened the door and immediately saw jett laying in your floor with red stains surrounding her.

you panicked, you dropped jett's food and immediately knock on wonwoos door. it was mingyu who opened the door but you barged in and removed wonwoo's earphone and drag him into your room.

"y/n what the fuck"

"jett"

"what happened to jett?" right after he saw jett on your floor he quickly took gathered his first aid tools and check her pulse and heart rate.

"she's"

"she's what?" your cat meowed and licked wonwoo's fingers.

"what?" you repeated your self.

wonwoo looked around and saw the small bottle of lip tint around the cat. he was about to report what he saw to you but he saw you crying.

wonwoo placed down the broken glass of tint and gave you a hug while rubbing your back whispering that jett is in good condition, that i was all just misunderstanding. you kept on weeping but wonwoo stayed put in his place hugging you.

"everything is all right" he said and you broke off the hug.

you look around and saw jett purring at you. you let out a soft chuckle while sniffing.

"you silly cat" and you gave jett a hug.

after what happened you told wonwoo you have to clean jett's mess leading him to go back to his room and saw mingyu playing alone.

"you are restricted for 5 minutes, you were afk"

"yeah" wonwoo replied and sat to his seat.

"you two really looks like a new wedded couple~" mingyu sing sang

"shut up"

"no look. you have to confess"

"no shut up" wonwoo firmly said.

"ok if that what you really think" mingyu laughs.

"who was the dude who gave her cat again? soon- whaat? he's totally getting her"

wonwoo gave no answer on mingyu's statements living the younger dude laughing.

...

lunch break at your school, as usual, students keep on knocking on your door to ask for their teachers when they should be having a good lunch meal.

"miss y/l/n, someone is looking for you"

"how many times i have to tell my students i want to have a peaceful lunchtime" you ranted at soonyoung.

"welp this is what you've signed up for" you rolled your eyes and drank your water and go directly to the door.

in your surprise, it was not a student who's looking at you but it was wonwoo.

"uhh" he said, he may look calmed inside but dude he's panicking.

"what are you doing here?"

"i dont really know" you squint your eyes trying to look into his soul.

you were about to go back to your table when wonwoo grab your arms. "here" he gave you a paper bag and he flees away.

"how can he even surpass the guards?" you looked inside the paper bag and saw a boba and chocolate in it.

huh?

...

The next day, wonwoo came again but this time he barges into your class.

"you see im teaching" you said squinting your eyes.

"i can tell" he plainly stated.

"what do you want?"

"you" you were stunned when he said the word.

"what?"

"i mean i want you to have this. have a great day" again, he gave you a paper bag this time inside it, it has a slice of cake in it.

"yieeee miss y/n is he your boyfriend?" one of your students asked.

"oh! miss isn't he the one who gave you the pin?" jana asked.

"what pin?"

"the cattoooo~" she sing sang. you brushed off the questions and continued discussing.

the following days were the same, wonwoo kept on giving you foods during you-dont-know-when.

"lets have a bet" soonyoung interrupted you.

"no"

"oh come on!"

"hit me"

"i bet wonwoo likes you" his statement made you stop checking the papers and froze.

"oh i see~ you also like the guy~" he sing sang.

...

you just got home, trying to speed up your pace to avoid wonwoo.

"y/n i gave jett her monthl-"

"thanks" you quickly took jett from his grasp and run to your room. Jett meowed at you while looking.

"no, you have to stay away from him"

...

from the past few days, you kept on avoiding wonwoo. whenever he visits you to your workplace you always send soonyoung to talk to him.

in the house, you are trying to break wonwoo's and jett's bond by getting her and running to your room.

You dont know what to do.

"hey y/n" minghao called you

"yeah?"

"ill be hosting a party tomorrow here in our flat, are you okay with that? i kinda surveying everyone to know if yall are comfortable me having a party here"

"yeah sure! im okay with that"

"really? okay! it will be starting in 5pm!" you gave minghao a smile.

tomorrow came, it was saturday so it was kinda a free day for you (tho you have tons of paper to check but hey! it was a party, you need to join in!)

you came out of your room at exactly 5pm and everything was basically set up neatly. pingpong table, the drinks, the lights, everything!!

you roam around and saw some familiar figures and some weren't. you asked soonyoung also to come, minghao basically didnt give a shit you inviting someone.

this dude is rich.

"hey!" soonyoung danced going towards you.

"wassup!"

"nice party"

"this wasnt my plan tho"

you and soonyoung are just sticking to each other's company. Got drinks for yourselves.

you both are sitting in the couch while you and soonyoung chug the whole bottle of soju betting who will finish it first. you are so glad you took the peach flavored soju which put you in so much in advantage.

"I WON!" you declared.

"not fair" soonyoung checked your bottle and it was proven empty.

"hi y/n!" suddenly a wild mingyu appeared infront of you.

"oh hi! youre also here!"

"yeah i was invited by wonwoo"

"ah yeah the caveman ofcourse" mingyu excused himself and go directly to wonwoo's room.

"dude there is a fucking party outside and youre here playing valorant"

"yeah, and we are duoing"

"uh no, you need to socialize" mingyu chirped.

"pass, i had my annual socializing last month. ill be socializing next year"

"yeah soonyoung and y/n are together" mingyu blurt made wonwoo look at him. mingyu very well know that wonwoo is very much into you.

"lets take a few shots" wonwoo said leaving his pc and dragged mingyu outside.

wonwoo saw you laughing with soonyoung at the couch made him squint his eyes.

"i see. a point for soonyoung for today" mingyu giggled.

wonwoo chug his whole soju bottle and took a deep sigh.

"what now?" wonwoo asked looking at his friend.

"what what now? are you stupid? you need to make a move!" mingyu nagged.

"yeah, but she kept on avoiding me"

"yeah she 100% hates you" mingyu said which made wonwoo take another bottle of soju and chug it which made mingyu laugh.

"you are pussy"

"yeah fuck off"

wonwoo and mingyu are just watching you and soonyoung from sides. it was a shock for both of wonwoo ang mingyu when you and soonyoung stood up and saw you both going directly to your bedroom.

"someone's going to get her. hurry up" mingyu pushed wonwoo which made him run.

"hey! y/n!" wonwoo called before you two-step inside your room.

"what?" you respond.

"can we talk?"

"no" soonyoung just nudged you which made your eye roll.

"you go inside first" you instructed soonyoung and look at wonwoo.

"what do you want to talk about?"

"can we talk inside my room? its kinda loud here" you nod and follow him inside his room.

"are you avoiding me?" his question made you caught off guard thus making you hold your breath.

"yes" you said trying to sound confident. maybe because of the amount of alcohol you consumed.

"stop playing with my feelings" you whispered but wonwoo heard it loud and clear. you look down looking at you heels clutching your fist trying to stop yourself from crying.

"why?"

you felt wonwoo hold your chin bring it up. you two lock your gaze.

"i like you y/n" wonwoo pressed his lips into yours and quickly retreated. he looked at your facial expression and saw you squinting your eyes. which made him giggled and kissed you again.

you two kissed moving against each other. wonwoo moved his hand, left on you waist right on your nape.

you wrapped your arms in wonwoo's neck and just go with the flow in your kiss.

"you know what y/n" wonwoo said between your kisses.

"what?" you responded still kissing him back.

"i love you" he said. you felt him smile between your kisses.

you two break off from each other. placing wonwoo's forehead into yours.

"i wanna know if you like me too. if not, ill make you love me"

"well i kinda like you" you said laughing bringing your head on wonwoo's chest.

wonwoo held you head carefully and placed a kiss on top of your head and say "i will take care of you and jett"

"promise?"

"i promise"

"just so you know the reason why im looking at you that way because i forgot my glasses at my office"