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realcube · 4 years ago

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random kisses w/ the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💋

characters: tsukishima, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi & noya

thank you to anon for the amazing request :3

IWAIZUMI & KENMA’S ARE AGED UP

tw// swearing, sexual references, mentions of kinks, mentions of choking

Kei Tsukishima

tsukishima was always very hesitant to kiss and hug tbh

the only thing he did freely without overthinking was hold your hand but even then, he’d immediately pull away if he thought his palm was getting the slightest bit sweaty (from his nerves)

also, he’d get really tense when ever he saw you lean in for a kiss bc he was always afraid that he’d mess up something

like what happens if he sneezes exactly when you’re about to connect lips?- he’d die, that’s what would happen.

anyway, when you first began surprising him by placing kisses on either the back of his hand or the nape of his neck, he’d become a blushing , irritated mess

like, he thought it was so cute and sweet so of course he’d blush but then he’d get mad bc..you made him blush! how embarrassing for him, tsk.

but although he’d be annoyed and hiss things like ‘you’re so weird’ or ‘that’s simp behaviour’ he would never tell you to stop bc deep down he knows that he enjoys it lol

and surprisingly, he wasn’t in denial about it at first either

like mans isn’t stupid

obviously he liked it, why else would he blush?

since he was aware that he liked your lil’ random kisses, he began to pretend to be invested in activity bc he realised that if you thought he was preoccupied with something important/stressful, you’d be more likely to give his neck a lil’ peck

for instance, if he’s just on his phone or whatever then you text him saying that you’re coming over, he immediately rush to gather his backpack and bring out his notes so he can sit at his desk to look like he’s studying lmao

then you walk in like ‘awh bb you’re always working so hard 🥺 kithes’

and he’s just got the most cunning smirk on his face which he’s trying his very best hide to conceal

then you gave him a kiss on the cheek and he was just like ‘gotcha bitch ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’

anyway, when he’s just deadass being lazy he can still tell when you’re about to kiss him bc he’s very observant etc etc

(also bc you always have a cheesy grin on your face before you kiss him lol)

so after a few years of dating, they become less of ‘random kisses’ and more like just regular kisses for tsukki but he always tries to act like it’s surprising

whether that be jumping slightly whenever you peck the back of his neck or inhaling sharply as you pressed a sudden kiss to his forehead

it’s just bc he loves to hear your giggles at his reaction 🥺 he thinks it’s so cute

Keiji Akaashi

this all began when he was lying on the couch, reading a book while looking absolutely scrumptious so you just had to give him a lil’ peck on the forehead and he’s been addicted ever since

he especially likes it when you sneak up behind him, wrap him in a hug then plant a kiss on the nape of his neck - he thinks it’s so cute and he always cuddles your arms to his chest so you don’t let go

OMG AND YOU DID IT AT SCHOOL ONCE AT THE END OF PRACTISE, IN FRONT OF ALL HIS TEAMMATES AND HE JUST- MALFUNTIONED FJBFVBGRAFD

deadass he just stood like a statue while you cuddled up behind him, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide

bokuto thought it was adorable and was like ‘awwwhhh!! #couplegoals!! 💖💕🥰’

(yes he does say the hashtag aloud)

while the rest of the team are wondering if akaashi is okay. i mean, mans looking pretty stiff

but dw he’s not dead y’all, he’s just ascended 👼

like seriously he loves it so much

sometimes he tries to give you random kisses by just grabbing your face while you’re doing something and lean in to place his lips upon yours but he always gets distract by how gorgeous you are, so he’ll spend a little too long admiring your face which will lead to you having to awkwardly muttering something along the lines of

‘i love you too, akaashi. but, erm, my toast is burning.’

Hajime Iwaizumi

iwaizumi already did something kinda similar to random kisses but not really yk?

like whenever he saw you really invested in an activity that you didn’t like doing (cleaning, laundry, studying, chores etc) he’d plant a firm kiss on your cheek which would end up trailing across your face, to your lips - just to boost your spirits lol :)

but they weren’t really surprising or ‘random’ bc he would always announce something to grab your attention before kissing you, like ‘babe’ or ‘wow’

also, imo ‘random kisses’ gives off a ‘sweet lil’ smooch’ sorta vibe but the kisses he gives you are far from ‘smooches’

like they are unintentionally sensual as hell

and he doesn’t even realise how erotic they are so he just suddenly pulls away to leave you with your chores ✋😔

anyway, you first gave him a surprise kiss while he was cooking dinner and whispered something jokingly in his ear along the lines of ‘woah, husband material.’

damn, if iwa knew that all he had to do for some kithes was be a hubby then he would’ve done that sooner like geez 😳

istg after that day iwaizumi would be in full maid-mode whenever you were in the house (bc he apparently doesn’t know the difference between the duties of a maid and a ‘husband’ lol)

‘yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning’ - nicki manaj, hey mama -iwazumi hajime after being told that’s he’s husband material

so know you feel obliged to give him kisses and praise him whenever you see him doing chores/cooking/gardening bc you know he’s only doing that to please you lmao

so you just give the man what he wants i mean, he’s trying so hard

and he puts in so much effort to make sure he looks hot while doing it

like if he’s cleaning the bathroom room, he’ll oil himself and get out the Mr Muscle spray to make sure that his chest is shinier than the bathroom tiles

then you’ll kiss his forehead and tell him how he’s doing a great job blah blah blah

honestly, the kisses are hardly ‘random’ anymore since iwaizumi sets up a whole scene just to get you to peck his cheek but whatever

anyway, you helped him realise that he had a domestic and servitude kink

and for that, he’s forever grateful 🥰

Kenma Kuzome

pov: you’re sad so you play stardew valley and your s/o notices and they pounce on you with their love and affection 🥺

and you cry bc you love them so much but you’re not good at expressing it 😔✌

- ok, end of pov -

that was kenma’s pov btw ^

but like seriously, it’s his absolute favourite when you give him kisses while he’s playing video games

and you always give exactly the right quantity - it’s like you can read his mind or something

like, if he’s in a the climax of a round of any first-person shoot/rpg and you happen to walk by, you’ll just place a brief yet caring kiss on the side of his head then leave him alone

or if he’s on stream and you walk into the room - but don’t wanna be on camera - you’ll blow him kisses and he’ll smile like an idiot then discretely blow one back

then his chat is like ‘omg he can smile?’, ‘why is he smiling?’ ,‘is he sending air kisses? SIMP!!!’

but when he’s down, blaring lo-fi music from his cat speakers and playing animal crossing, nintendogs, stardew valley or tomodachi life (etc), you’ll shower him with all your cuddles and kisses

ngl tho, when you scuttle up to him while he’s playing any game and press a lil’ kiss on his ear as you absently rub his shoulders, he literally melts

he just kinda sits there and stares at the screen but not even a fraction of his mind is dedicated on the game, it’s all just ‘(y/n). i love them so much. i hope they know that. wow, i got so lucky, i hope they never leave me. (y/n), if only you could read my mind.’

and to show that he likes it, he purrs!!!

not voluntarily, it kinda just escaped his mouth the first time you were giving him a massage and since you insisted that it was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, he continues to do it - but v quietly

but- there is one thing he likes more than random kisses

and that is random cuddles

or random lapping-sitting yESSS

he is a simp so if you’re feeling needy or whateva and sit on his lap while he’s playing, he’ll literally just quit tbh-

that’s one of the only times he’ll not use the excuse ‘i’ll do it when this round ends’ so use it wisely and sparingly

but that’s only if you sit facing towards him bc he realised that if you sit like that, he’ll get some cooch

but otherwise, if you just sit on his lap for the sake of sitting on his lap, he’ll either jokingly push you off or continue playing his game by looking over your shoulder

Yū Nishinoya

you stole it from him lol

he’s the OG random kisser ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

let’s recall how on your first date with him, you were worrying that he might’ve stood you up as you waited on the picnic blanket for him to arrive and then he jumped out from one of the hedges and attacked you with kisses

like mans got a lot of energy so i can just imagine him attacking you with affection whenever he is bored

and he does it regardless of what you are doing at the time

studying? kiss attack.

cleaning? tickle attack.

sleeping? cuddle attack.

hotel? trivago

he goes into that shit with a strategy too like ‘if i kiss them on the neck first they’ll move their head and arm which will give me access to their chest so then i’ll plant a kiss there too and depending on whether the jerk to the left or right i can then go in for a kiss on their n--’ etc etc

so imagine how hyped he is when you sneak up behind him in the school corridor and peck his cheek

AND IT WAS IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS TOO, IT WAS AWESOME

he was so triumphant about it, as if he had just won some sort of award lol

‘yes, i am the coochieman. and what about it?’

then he bought you lunch for ‘being the best s/o ever’ 🥺

but don’t think you’ll ever beat him in the random kissing game bc while he was feeding you the lunch he bought (he does that sometimes, playfully though, whenever he is feeling like a simp) he’ll lean in and steal a lil’ kiss which will lead to you choking on your rice

‘hey babe, plz don’t choke. otherwise i’ll have to give you mouth-to-mouth, ahaha.’

meanwhile, you’re turning red

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jengyang · 3 years ago

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jaywon high school au

wherein jay (a “delinquent”) covers a shift at a cat/pet cafe at the request of his friend hee, and jungwon accidentally sees him hwhwh (they dont have allergies for the sake of this au)

more rambling bc i absolutely adore high school aus

02z are 2nd years, hee is 3rd year, maknae line are 1st years

the cafe is owned by hee’s brother. jay doesn’t really work there (and he doesn’t want to because of the cafe uniform) but he’s close with hee and his brother, so he still does them a favor. hee convinces him to take it since the cafe is a bit faraway from their school.

jungwon regularly goes there (even though its far and hurts his allowance) to score brownie points with hee’s bro because jungwon thought process: get close to his brother > get close to hee sunbae > date!!!!!!!! (jungwon has a one sided crush on hee)

jay doesn’t recognize jungwon and treats him as a regular customer. jungwon feels like he saw something he shouldn’t have and for plot reasons, takes a sneaky picture of jay (but it had flash on), and jay thought he was taking a picture of the cat

hee may have accidentally slipped it up to jay about how he might have met an underclassman from the same school who was a regular at their cafe.

so the next day, jay approaches jungwon!! (ik its corny but like i want.... a kabedon...... bc jay is dramatic like that) and asks jungwon to delete the pictures.

with red ears, jay gritted his teeth, and in a helpless tone asked jungwon, “jungwon. please delete the pictures.” jungwon had started to recite all the prayers he knew, but surprisingly, the “delinquent” wasn’t violent or threatening at all, and even seemed somewhat… cute.

jungwon complies, and jay feels relieved. they were now awkward acquaintances and eventually after some time, became friends

so jungwon finds out the only delinquent trait he has is his bleached hair and nothing else hhh jungwon wonders how rumors of him being a badass delinquent were so exaggerated when it’s really not true. he thinks the gap between jay’s appearance and actual personality is cute.

**he also finds out that jay and hee are pretty close friends so jungwon does have a slight ulterior motive for befriending jay, similar to why he regularly goes to that cafe

but bc im a sucker for cliches and this is a jaywon au, he finds Trivial Facts about jay more interesting, and pretty much just forgot that he had a crush on hee, until sunoo asks (reminds) him how his plan (to get close to hee’s friend and family) is doing since all he talks about is jay now

--there’s like?? also this specific scene i had imagined. probably some time after theyve become friends, jungwon unknowingly developed feelings for jay while jay already knows he has a crush on jungwon

hee asks jay to cover another shift for him, and unlike before (since it took jay a lot of convincing to agree), he readily accepted and somewhat even sounded enthusiastic? (hee finds this suspicious but he’s like. yeah ok) he tells jungwon he’s gonna cover another shift and jungwon is pleasantly surprised. so jungwon also asks to help out, and both hee and jay agree since the more help the better.

they put on the uniforms and cat ears, and jay thinks the cat ears suit jungwon, and he sneakily takes a picture. he doesn’t notice he had flash on.

jungwon: are you taking revenge for back then?

jay: what? no. i just wanted to take a picture since you look really cute

jungwon: give me that

jungwon takes jay’s phone and jay thought he would delete it but surprisingly jungwon turned it to the front cam, taking a selfie with both of them in the frame.

after they go home, jay sets the picture of them both as his phone’s wallpaper

#젱양 #ylsfanart #jaywon

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years ago

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bisclavret - roman godfrey

roman godfrey x werewolf!reader

warnings: it’s weird that i don’t have to put anything here after writing a few things in every part of in too deep but this is PURE FLUFF

notes: this is probably ooc for roman but he has a soft side somewhere i just know it 🥺 also i came up with this premise ages ago and i’m kinda proud bc i think it’s one of my most original ideas so i really hope you guys like it

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you slowly trotted back towards the rumancek residence, ducking past trees and over the creek. you spotted roman asleep in the hammock and gave him a little greeting lick on the hand. he stirred, glancing down to find the culprit. a grin made its way onto his face when he realized it was you, giving you a pat on the head.

“you freaked me out a bit, i thought you got lost or some shit.” he mumbled, looking up at the sky. it was nearing noon now, so it was a bit unusual for you not to have become human by now.

“shouldn’t you be - well, you by now?” he asked in confusion. you let out a low whimper, your ears folding back in fear. “are you scared?” you licked his palm again, answering his question.

“come on, let’s head inside. i’m sure you’ll be back in no time.” you huffed, following him inside.

peter was asleep on the sofa, dead to the world after his transformation took it out of him. you whined, resting your snout on his thigh, but he still stayed asleep.

“what the hell are you thinking bringing her in here like that?” lynda piped up from the kitchen. you sniffed your way towards her, following the scent of bacon on the griddle. you stood up on your hind legs, your front legs pawing at her for some food. she tossed one to you and you busied yourself by quietly gnawing on a strip of bacon while roman smiled down at you.

“look at her, does she look dangerous? she’s practically a puppy.” he smirked when he heard you growl at him. he gave you a patronizing scratch behind the ears but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“well if you’re sure she’s so harmless, why don’t the two of you stay in peter’s room until she transforms?” she suggests. you headed down the tight hallway, hopping up onto peter’s cozy bed and waiting for roman to lie down.

“am i even gonna fit on this?” you pawed at the sleeve of his jacket in a silent plea for him to lay next to you. “alright, alright, i know.” he stripped down to his wife-beater and boxers, finally flopping down beside you.

roman leaned his upper half against the wall and ran his fingers along the soft fur of your ears. he pulled a cigarette out of his altoids case, whipping out a match with the full intent to smoke it. you growled in warning, but he didn’t seem to care. he made the motion to strike the match and you smacked the box out of his hands before he could do it. he reached down to pick it up and you barked at him as if to say ‘don’t even think about it’.

he raised his hands in innocence, putting the contents back into his case. “i’m just putting it away! relax you fucking narc.” he sighed, slipping the case back into his pocket. “i should’ve known you wouldn’t let me smoke. what do you expect me to do, just sit here and cuddle you when you’re not even you?”

you plunked your head right onto his lap and nuzzled against him, absolutely. “you’re so fucking irritating,” he huffed, but you knew he didn’t mean it. he just didn’t want to admit that rough and tough mr godfrey had a soft spot for a little puppy dog that also happened to be his girlfriend on a regular moon.

after a few beats of silence, your fears had time to build up in your mind. what if you never turned back? what if you were stuck like this? would you have to leave your whole life behind? you let out a low whine, placing a paw on roman’s chest.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay.” he murmured, picking up on your cues. “you’ll be human again in no time. and if you’re not, i’ll just convince olivia to let us adopt you as the family dog.”

you bit at his hand, snarling at the ridiculous idea. he laughed and resumed stroking your soft coat. “you’re right, i’m much more of a cat person.”

you let out a low whine and crawled on top of him, curling into his warmth. all cozy and comfortable, you soon fell into a heavy sleep.

roman, who had also fallen asleep, let one eye peek open as he felt an odd shift in the weight on top of him. he was suddenly wide awake when he noticed the sight before him; while you were sleeping you had changed back, now naked and shivering from the lack of fur to keep you warm.

he shifted ever so slightly, gently maneuvering himself to grab his jacket. he moved slowly as not to wake you up, though at this point with how sound asleep you were, not even an earthquake would’ve woken you. he draped it over your shoulders and pulled the covers up over you.

roman pulled you closer, softly running his fingers up and down your spine. as he felt the softness of your skin underneath his fingertips, an immense feeling of relief washed over him. he was joking about the situation earlier, mostly to make you feel better, but also to ease his worries. truth be told, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you, but it seemed he didn’t have to worry about that any time soon. “there’s my girl.”

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i really like this one a lot and i hope you guys do too 🥺

tags: @emmyrosee @jadelynlace @babyboy-cody @hecohansen31 @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass @stevesharrlngtons

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey fluff #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey oneshot #roman godfrey fanfiction #roman godfrey fanfic #roman godfrey fic #roman godfrey hemlock grove #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgård character #my writing

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Bad kitten ☼ yandere!jhs x hybrid!reader

▎18+ ▎ xtremity; 6 ▎ pairing: jhs x hybrid!y/n ▎ genre:smut, hybrid!au ▎ word count: 3.3k ▎ warnings: cursing, petnames, dirtytalk, controlling/obsessive/manipulative jhs, toxic relationship, stockholm syndrome-esque themes, hoseok threatens jin's owner, punishment blowjob

Request by anon: may I request a hybrid reader x yandere owner hoseok where he adopts her & keeps her in the apartment to protect her. She's soft/innocent from and happily agrees🥺, but it turns out she's been sneaking out when he's gone to play with the neighbor's hybrid (jin) bc he comes home to find her "'missing". If Hoseok punishes her, I'm going to leave details up to you.

''Hello, little kitten.''

Hoseok crouched down next to your sitting stature in the little room you were in. He'd come to the shelter to adopt a new pet, and his eyes immediately had been drawn to your picture in the list of available hybrids.

That's when he decided to come visit you, the shy little cat hybrid that was idly sitting on your bed with a book. You seemed calm, a little reserved, and incredibly adorable. Just his type. You hadn't seen the outside world much, spending most of your life in shelters. How somebody hadn't adopted you yet was beyond his knowledge, but he was also thrilled that you were gonna be his.

''Hello, Mister.'' You glanced up at him, a slight blush on your cheeks at his close proximity. He was crouched down, eyes soft and a small smile on his lips that showed off his handsome features, little dimples pushing on his cheeks as if an angel had left deep kisses on them.

''What's your name?'' He already knew your name, but he wanted to hear you say it yourself. Your voice was so sweet, so tiny, like honey in his eardrums.

''I'm Y/N.'' You reply, shutting your book closed and putting it in your lap, fingers lightly fiddling with the cover of it. Your cheeks reddened further when you felt him sit down on the bed next to you.

''Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.''

You nodded, trying out his name quietly like a whisper, ''Hobi..''

He smiled wider, a fluttering in his chest erupting like butterflies.

''Hey, how would you like to come live with me, hm?''

Your eyes widened, your hair whipping in the air when you rapidly turn to look at him, a look of shock and disbelief painted across your face,

''W-what? You mean–''

He nods, a bright smile on his lips as he reaches out to move strands of hair away from your face,

''All I gotta do is fill out the paperwork, and you're mine. But I wanted to ask you first. Would you like to be my pet?''

He was only partially lying, he hadn't filled out the paperwork yet, but he knew he was gonna do it whether you wanted it or not. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered. But making you feel like you had a choice in this would make this whole thing a much more positive experience.

You wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your face into his chest. He caresses your chair, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug.

''Yes.... Thank you, Hobi...'' You almost sobbed, and he sighed with content. You were all he ever wanted.

''I promise to protect you forever.''

Since Hoseok had brought you home to his lavish apartment, you felt like you had it all. You got proper food, new clothes that he picked out for you (he loved dressing you up in cute little summer dresses to please his eye.), and he even let you use his gaming consoles as much as you wanted. You weren't great at it, but being able to entertain yourself was important to him, since he rarely let you out of the apartment. You never thought much of it, as this was the way you were used to live since the shelter, yet it felt like you had freedom because you had this grand apartment filled with luxuries to explore and play with. He surely was doing well for himself. He didn't talk much about what he does for work, but as far as you understood, he was a famous performer.

The only time he took you outside was when you were with him, shopping or eating out. Occasionally, he'd take you for small events and festivals just to see the amazed look on your face from all the things you've never seen before.

At one occasion you'd asked him if you could go outside by yourself, for which he had a concerned look on his face, cupping your cheeks as he stared at your face,

''It's dangerous outside, my kitten. I wouldn't want you to get lost or hurt, so you can never leave the apartment without me. You understand that do you?''

You lean your cheek into his hand with a small smile, ''Okay, Hobi.''

He presses a soft kiss on your nose, ''I only say this because I love you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to get hurt or taken away from me.''

You scrunch your nose, a small giggle rolling off your lips.

Hoseok smiles, his thumbs stroking your ceeks with a fond expression on his face, ''You understand, right? Tell me.''

''I understand. I won't go anywhere without you.''

He smiles with a pleased sigh, pressing his forehead against yours,

''You're such a good girl. I'm heading to work now, I'll be back tonight.''

You nod, staying obediently in the couch as he heads for the door. He stops for a moment to look back at you, smiling,

''Call me if you need anything, I'll bring home your favourite dinner tonight. Love you, kitten.''

''I love you too, Hobi. Have a nice day at work!''

He winks before closing the door behind him, the sound of him locking the door from the outside echoing before hearing his footsteps slowly fading as he leaves for work.

Now, you loved Hoseok with every fibre of your being. He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

And you were grateful, you truly were. But... You had one little secret. Just a tiny, teeny one. No big deal.

A few weeks ago you were sitting on the balcony of the apartment, enjoying the sunshine and a cold glass of milk. It was a regular, perfect day.

Suddenly, a sweet, honey-laced voice had caught your attention from the balcony next to yours. They were fairly close, so you could clearly see the handsome face of the man sitting on the balcony with a bright smile on his plush lips.

''Hey, neighbour!'' He exclaimed, holding up his glass of a soda and ice. The ice in the glass clinked as he held it up, pretending that he was clashing it with yours before taking a loud chug, followed by an overexaggerated 'ahh!'

You giggled, mirroring his movements as you finished off your milk. Glancing over at him, he had his eyes completely fixed on you, the way the sun lit up his beautiful features had you blushing quite a bit.

''Hello.'' You reply timidly.

His smile remained on his lips, ''I haven't seen another hybrid around for a while, it's refreshing to the eyes,'' He said, inhaling deeply for continuing, ''You smell nice.. I mean, for a cat.''

You scrunched your nose, the small fangs of yours poking out with your smile, ''Likwise, I mean.. for a dog.''

Jin laughed, the sound was slightly obnoxious, but nothing less than infectious. You couldn't help but smile, the light conversation made you happy. It had you slightly confused, Hoseok had told you that everyone except him are dangerous.

Everyone wants to hurt you, or even take you away from me.

His words echoed in the back of your mind, and your smile faltered with it. Seokjin noticed, and a concenered smile played on his lips.

''So, you're Mr. Hoseok's new pet?''

Your ears perked up, tail slightly whipping behind you,

''You know Hobi?''

Seokjin shrugged, ''We're aquainted. He's friends with my owner... But they haven't hung out in a while.''

You felt a little better knowing that this hybrid knows Hoseok. So maybe it gave you a little reassurance that this was okay. This hybrid was nice and easy to talk to.

''By the way, where is he now?'' Seokjin asked.

''He's at work.''

Jin stood up, his tail wagging so hard that his hips moved with it,

''You should come over, my owner finally got me a new kitchen set that I'd love to use, but it's no fun cooking for myself! Maybe you wanna help me?''

You felt excited, nodding heavily before your shoulder sank once more,

''I can't get out though....''

Jin crooked an eyebrow, ''Why not?''

''The door is locked....''

Seokjin seemed concerned, ''You can't open it... from the inside?''

You shook your head, ''It doesn't have anything on it except a hole for his keys.''

''Well, you're a cat hybrid. Just jump over here, I'll catch you.''

You guess you could, you were quite agile. But the continuous words of Hoseok kept replaying in the back of your head, but the excitement of seeing your new friends was stronger. Hobi knew him, and he was so much fun. You were sure this wasn't a big deal.

''Okay!''

And just like that, weeks had gone by of Hoseok going to work, and you sneaking over to Seokjin's through the balcony to play. It surely was innocent, experiencing new flavours of food and pastries, seeing movies you didn't even know existed. You grew quite close, and it became natural to spend time with Seokjin, the dog hybrid. Your best friend.

One early afternoon, Hoseok had been able to get the rest of the day off due to his schedule being cancelled, so he thought he'd come home to surprise you with some new outfits and toys. The smile on his face quickly faded when he stepped inside of the apartment, and noticed that it was completely quiet.

Usually you'd be sprinting into his arms by now.

''Kitten? I'm home!''

He put the bags on the floor along with his jacket, running his hands through his hair as he strode to your bedroom only to find it empty.

He practically ran to check all other rooms, his heart pounding so hard in his ribcage that it felt like it would burst. With worry, and with anger.

''Y/N?! This isn't funny! If this is some fucking prank–'' The crease between his brows was strong, but he was silenced when he heard what sounded like your laugh. But it wasn't from here. Was he going crazy?

Hoseok noticed the balcony door was open, so he went outside. That's when he heard your giggle once more from the balcony next to his, the door creaked open on that side as well.

His blood was boiling. You'd broken his one and only rule? Somebody else was making you happy?

If he had no self control left he would've just jumped over to the balcony, but he had to keep his composure. He didn't want to draw any unecessary attention towards himself.

''What a bad kitten...'' He sighed as if he didn't want to say those words, quietly walking back inside, leaving the balcony door open for you.

He considered going over there and bring you back, but he figured he'd see just how long you were staying there. And, as he figured, let you enjoy the last time you'd see that dog hybrid. Actually... He couldn't wait, but he figured out one way to speed up your return.

Hoseok called his neighbour and owner of Seokin, Namjoon. They hadn't spoken outside of work for a while, for good reason. After quite a few long seconds, he answered.

''What do you want?'' Namjoon said in a cold voice.

''It's come to my knowledge that your dog has been playing with my kitten lately.'' Hoseok chuckled lightheartedly, ''I don't remember allowing this.''

Namjoon 'hmm'-ed for a second, ''I wasn't aware you had a new pet.''

''Well, I do... and I'd really recommend for you to tell your dog to stop seeing my kitten if you don't wanna have to get a new pet as well.''

Namjoon remained quiet for a second before exhaling a sigh, ''Fine. Now please don't call me outside of work.''

With that, Hoseok hung up with a victorious smile on his lips, leaning back into the couch as he waited for you.

''I should head back, it's getting late...'' You looked at the clock, knowing that Hoseok should be home from work soon. Jin nodded, giving you a hug before whispering into you ear,

''I'll miss you.''

''I'll be back tomorrow, don't miss me too much.'' You giggle as you hug him back before withdrawing, walking out on his balcony. Quietly and with precision, you jump over back to your side before sneaking back inside. The apartment was dark, and you got startled when you heard your owners voice from the couch when you walked by.

''And where have you been, kitten?''

You freeze, turning towards his stature sitting in the dark, but you can see him clearly, a perk from being a cat hybrid.

''A-ah, Hobi! You're home early...'' You stutter out.

He chuckled as he stood up and sauntered closer to you, one hand reaching up to grasp onto your jaw,

''I got home early to surprise you, but it seems like you don't care about me anymore. Hm?''

You shook your head, ''T-that's not true!''

He tils his head to the side, biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling with anger. His eye twitched with his next words,

''Then why would you do this me, Y/N? I had one rule... And you broke it! How long have you been sneaking over to that filthy dog, huh?!''

You flinch at his words, feeling the guilt wash over you, his words hitting you like a truck. You hated when he was disappointed or angry at you.

''I'm s-sorry... I didn't think it was a big deal, he was nice to me, and–''

''That's how they manipulate you, Y/N! Everyone seems nice, but truly he wanted to take you away from me! He wanted to break us apart, is that what you wanted?! You're too naive for this outside world!''

His voice raised with every word, almost yelling at you at this point. You shrunk beneath him, feeling small and vulnerable as he cupped your cheeks to look up at his face. His eyes softened when he saw tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''Kitten,'' He sighed, ''I'm sorry for yelling... I..I just can't stand the thought of losing you. I got so worried when you weren't where you were supposed to be. You understand that, right?''

You nodded.

''Tell me you understand.''

''I u-understand, Hobi... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...''

He smiled, ''Good girl... Now, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but I have to teach you a lesson now... I have to punish you, so that you know who you belong to.''

You swallowed tightly, looking up at him. He swiped your escaping tears away from your cheeks.

''You will take my punishment like a good girl, and I will forgive you.''

''Y-yes... Anything.''

''Get on your knees.''

As if your body was remoted by his commands, you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him. He turned on the TV to get a dimmed light, to be able to see you just enough. The sight below him was one of his favourites, making him feel in control of you, and the look on your eyes of wanting to please him.

''You're so fucking pretty, kitten.''

A small smile pulled on your lips, yet sitting still as you know he likes to control your every move. He put his hands on his hips, a dominant posture of his as he stares down at you,

''Undo my belt and take off these pants for me, my love.''

You obey, your small hands struggling to undo his belt at first, the embarrassment on your face and blush on your cheeks another turn on for Hoseok. You looked so small.

When the zipper finally come undone, you pull down his pants to his thighs.

''Underwear too.''

He watched your movements, your delicate hands pulling down at the hems of his boxers until his cock is revealed to you. It wasn't hard yet, idly waiting for your attention.

''If you hadn't been such an obedient pet, I would've already been rock hard for you...''

''I-I'm sorry..''

He clacked his tongue, ''Words doesn't mean anything, kitten. You better work for my cum now... Go on, suck on it.''

You lean in, hands placed in your lap as you take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your eyes peer up at his expression. He was focused, a crease between his brows as he stared down at you with a piercing gaze.

''There you go... I'm already getting hard for you.. Much better than your words.''

He groans quietly when you take down his entire length into your mouth, easier done when he's only half erect. You gag after a few bobs when his cock grew in your mouth to full erection, letting his cock go with a pop of your lips to breathe.

His hand suddenly flies out to grasp your hair, pulling you back in to shove his cock down your throat.

''I didn't say you could stop, kitten. Keep sucking.''

You whimper, a muffled sound that made his cock twitch in your throat as he held you in place, now guiding your movements back and forth to feel your warm tongue stroke against the bottom of his length.

''You understand why I'm disappointed in you, don't you?''

He moves his hips, fucking into your mouth starting at a gentle rhythm that slowly grows rougher with every few strokes,

''You understand that you hurt me, didn't you?''

Muffled sounds escape your throat, drool dripping down from your mouth to pool at the floor. He is now pistoning his hips into your mouth, the wet squelching noise of your wet throat, feeling the way your insides contract.

''Breathe through your nose, kitten,'' He whispers with a strained voice, ''I'm gonna cum down your throat, and you're gonna swallow it all. Then, I will not give you any pleasure, you don't deserve it.''

Your eyes screw shut, focusing hard on breathing as your hands clench into fists in your lap, letting him mouthfuck you to his content. You wanted him to be proud of you, to be pleased with you.

Without warning, he gives a few rough, long strokes into your mouth before his hips freeze, cock shoved deep down your throat as he cums. Several hot, thick ropes of cum spill down your throat, feeling it dribble down and heat up your insides, a low guttural moan vibrating in his chest.

Hoseok keeps still for a moment until he's absolutely sure he's given you every last drop of himself before pulling himself out of you, crouching down until he's eye level with you, his hand letting go of your hair moving to caress your cheek.

''Swallow.''

You swallow obediently with a loud gulp.

''Show me what a good girl you are.''

You open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums with content, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

''I forgive you. Now let's heat up the food I brought, it's your favourite.''

You smiled at his words, letting him take your hand in his after he buckles his belt back on, leading you to the kitchen with him to prepare the dinner.

Nothing made you happier than hearing that he loves you.

He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

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raffinit · 4 years ago

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for ur sylvaina prompt ask if ur still doing it: as a sign of good faith during peace negotiations, jaina invents a few spells (w/ her brother as a willing test subject) for sylvanas and the forsaken. spells to help improve taste, for example. little things to help an undead get through the day a little easier, things that only the forsaken or those who lived with them would know about. basically jaina helps with forsaken accessibility and sylvanas not knowing what to do with that

thank you to everyone who bought me ko-fis

bc of you i can actually put a read more cut on this with my VERY OWN COMPUTER SOBS

back to regular updates soon i promise, i just have all these beautiful prompts

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It began, like most things, curiously. Or rather — with curiosity. It was a trait of hers that drew mixed results at times; more in her vibrant youth than in her middle age. Her mother once told her that she had enough curiosity to kill ten cats, and Jaina had worn it then with pride.

She learned, with time, to contain her curiosities. To apply them scientifically; because science allowed for more curiosity than she knew what to do with. Science was her excuse for setting the curtains on fire when she was nine.

Science was her excuse for portalling abruptly into the war room and landing on the table during a council meeting.

Science was why she stared so intently at Sylvanas Windrunner.

Or perhaps, more accurately — it was purely curiosity at that point. The Banshee Queen was an unreadable figure, an inscrutable force that left Jaina all but reeling with each passing day the Horde and Alliance drew closer and closer to sealing a peace treaty.

She never thought she'd live to see the day.

What she still couldn't quite put her finger on was — ironically — Sylvanas.

The Warchief did many things that were incomprehensible for one reason or another. But to Raise Derek — what could Sylvanas have possibly gained, short of perhaps tormenting them with the knowledge that she simply could?

Her reunion with Derek had been a tearful one; rife with things that neither of them could fully comprehend. Clutching her brother close, clinging to him tight, she caught the figure of the Warchief in her periphery; caught the strange melancholy on Sylvanas' face.

It was there for only an instant. Sylvanas' ear flicked, then her burning eyes flashed to meet Jaina's.

Jaina blinked and the Warchief was gone.

Reconnecting with her brother came in stages. Baby steps. They had become vastly different people — too changed to reminisce without sorrow in its wake.

Still, beneath it all, beneath his Undeath — Derek was still Derek.

Derek, who teased her fondly about all that he could. He who boldly tested the limitations of his Undead form in ways that brought back memories of a childhood spent clambering over tree branches and diving off cliffs.

"What does it feel like?" she asked one day, when her curiosity became too much.

Derek paused, lifting his head to stare off into the horizon. “It feels like…living behind a curtain, honestly,” he confessed. “I feel present…but my presence feels…” he shrugged. “Muted, almost. As if I exist on only a fragment of this plane. I’m stronger than I ever was; I can do things I couldn’t even imagine.”

Jaina ducked her head to meet his eyes encouragingly. It was still unsettling, in some way, to look into her brother’s face and see the burning unnatural shade of his gaze. “But…?”

“But I do miss it,” he sighed, a wistful look on his face. “Eating, drinking. Sleeping. I’m never tired, but sleeping’s never just been about being tired, has it? I’d like the privilege of choosing whether or not I want to rest.”

Jaina felt that deeply.

She blinked then, head tilting curiously. “Do you not taste things anymore? I’ve read some things about that, but I thought Forsaken could eat. And sleep. There were inns in the Undercity.”

“I understand about as much as you. Perhaps even less so,” he said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. He gave her a soft, self-deprecating little smile. “But here I am, lamenting the things I’ve lost when I should be grateful to even be here to begin with.”

She smiled at him faintly, though her mind was already reeling with thought. With the myriad of ways that she could — that she should — help.

“…what if you could do those things again?” she asked.

Derek paused and turned to stare at her curiously. Whatever it was that he saw there on her face made a knowing smile spread across his lips. “I know that look,” he said. “That’s a science look.”

Jaina smiled slowly. “Are you up for an experiment?”

“Always,” he said gamely. “Anything for science.”

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They tried spells first. Little experiments of magic that Jaina imbued her brother with in slow, gentle touches. The Light burned, but too much arcane made Derek sway like a sailor drowning in his cups. Some spells rekindled too much of Derek’s living form; made him inescapably aware of the damage his body had borne.

The agony on her brother’s face made for many sleepless nights and haunted dreams.

“This one makes everything smell,” he said one today.

Jaina brightened hopefully. “Good smells?”

“Like eggs.”

“Eggs?”

“Farty eggs. Like kippers in the morning.”

Jaina huffed and waved her hands briskly to recall the spell. “Maybe a potion instead.”

It took her another few weeks to pull together a functioning elixir. Nights spent hunched over her desk, sleeping with her cheek pressed to page after page of notes from ancient tomes and books helpfully “borrowed” from the vast library of Stormwind City.

Derek watched her some days, peering over her shoulder like a curious child at the window of a bakery. She indulged him as much as her patience would allow; until eventually his persistent questions and hovering made her all too aware of the cramped space of her temporary rooms in the Keep.

“How about you sit,” she said, jerking her chin at the plush armchair by the fireplace. “Tell me about what it’s been like since you’ve...Risen.”

Derek peered at her wordlessly but obliged, settling himself comfortably into the armchair. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Jaina shrugged. “Anything, I suppose. Everything? The Forsaken are an enigma to us. The Warchief most of all.”

“I don’t have anything to report,” he drawled. “She never spoke of plans to double-cross the Alliance, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“I just meant as a person,” she replied in exasperation. “What was the Warchief like...up close?”

Derek blinked and sat back into the armchair, staring for a few thoughtful moments into the fireplace. At length, he said, “She’s a lot kinder than you would think. When I first...Awoke...she was there. She wouldn’t leave me until she was sure I could manage it on my own.”

“Manage what?”

“Existing, I suppose.” He twisted around in the armchair and peered at her over the back. “Did you know; she said I led her to my body?”

Jaina blinked. “What?”

“My soul, that is. She said she could hear it. She could hear all of us.” Derek’s voice softened with thought, and something like pity. “All of the souls lost at sea. The ones who never made peace with it. The ones who refused to rest.”

Incredulous, she asked, “She can do that?”

Derek nodded sagely. “So it seems.”

“Hmm.”

Eventually, she held out a vial of something that looked like it was made of something between the aether and sewage water. “Here.”

He took it in hand, tilting the vial this way and that and swirling it gently. “Couldn’t it have looked like a pint of mead or something? Why do all potions have to look like bog water?”

“Derek.”

“Fine, fine,” he huffed, bringing the vial to his lips —

“Just a sip, first,” she warned, eyes wide with apprehension. “Hold it on your tongue for a moment and let it coat your mouth before you swallow.”

He complied with a slight nod and Jaina watched as Derek’s jaw moved in a slow flex; as if he were considering a particular vintage of port. His glowing eyes blinked in surprise and he pulled the vial away to stare down at it thoughtfully. “Doesn’t taste as awful as it looks.”

Jaina’s eyes lit up eagerly. “So you can taste?”

Derek opened his mouth to reply, then winced hard. “Yes,” he croaked, glaring down at the vial in betrayal. “Farty eggs and kippers.” He stuck out his tongue and tried to scrape the taste off it with his teeth.

“Are you sure you’re not just confused with the smell of the sea?”

He gave her an exasperated look and corked the vial. “I think I’d know what the sea smells like.”

Jaina sighed, reaching up to run a hand through the already-tousled mess of her hair. “Back to the drawing board.”

Their success plateaued for a time; there was nothing more that Jaina could do that yielded any further result, and the frustration was building. She took to wandering the stress of Stormwind, watching the Forsaken as they bustled about. They were wary still — all of them, but the Forsaken moved with darting glances over their shoulders and the reflexive flinch of beings long-accustomed to violence.

Some mornings, she dared to test her tongue at Gutterspeak; pulling what little Derek had managed to teach her. They stared at her at first, eyeing her with open distrust and hostility that made her wonder if the words her brother had taught her weren’t inflammatory somehow.

Still, she persevered, walking among the Horde by herself when she could. Most meetings between the Alliance and Horde ran long, and there were some evenings when she would catch the glimpse of rich purple and feathered armour around the bend when she walked.

Sometimes, she would catch the Warchief’s eye as she passed. Sylvanas’ eyes gleamed at her brightly, watching as a cat would at a passing flicker of light before nodding once in greeting.

For how distant she was from the Banshee Queen, Derek seemed to have no qualms with approaching Sylvanas.

At times, she saw them talking — in quiet asides that halted abruptly the moment any other individual came within earshot, and it prodded at Jaina’s curiosity once more.

“I never thought I’d see you so friendly with the Warchief,” she remarked one day.

Derek shrugged. “She brought me back. For whatever reason. And despite what anyone might think...she...cares.”

“Cares?”

“Ask her yourself,” he replied, nudging her in the shoulder.

She didn’t, only kept her efforts of mingling with the Forsaken. Most were wary of her still, barely acknowledging her words or pointedly ignoring them.

Then one day, a Forsaken replied. His words were guttural and harsh in tone, but the words were almost...friendly. “Good morning. You must use your throat more.”

Jaina obliged readily and welcomed any and all criticism that came. Some were malicious and stung, but a majority of those who engaged her seemed...bewildered at her willingness to learn. “Haven’t others tried to learn Gutterspeak?” she asked.

The Forsaken shook his head. “Gutterspeak is beneath the Alliance, isn’t it? ‘Tis the language of us Forsaken.”

Pursing her lips, Jaina said, “All peoples should have a right to their own language.”

“Perhaps,” he replied, eyeing her with something less than hate.

Though most were wary but polite, not all members of the Horde were as accommodating. She dared to approach a warlock troll one day, blinking in surprise when he curled his lip and sneered at her.

“Why would I be sharin’ de secrets of da Horde wit’ ya?”

“Because I want to understand more about your people,” she replied staunchly. “I’m only trying to help —”

He barked out a laugh, the sound calling the attention of the nearby folk. Orc and goblin and trolls watched on, murmuring among themselves as Jaina fought back the embarrassment building in her belly.

“Leave her alone, Zaejin,” an orc said. “You’re not stupid enough to challenge the Lord Admiral.”

“Mebbe it be time someone did,” Zaejin growled back. In his hands, a dark, swirling ball of energy formed.

Jaina backed slowly away from them, smothering the prickle of arcane itching at her fingertips as more of the Horde began to gather. Something solid and cold bumped against her back and she helped softly, spinning around in alarm —

“Lady Proudmoore.”

She stiffened, staring up at burning red eyes.

Sylvanas peered down into her face impassively. A hand reached out and grasped her arm, steadying her in place. Those blazing eyes flashed back to the crowd.

Before Jaina could speak — to explain, or perhaps protest — Sylvanas insinuated herself between them, all but looming over the warlock. “Have you any qualms with the Lord Admiral that I have not heard, Zaejin?”

The gathered Horde froze, darting nervous looks between them as they shuffled back. Zaejin bowed at the hip, refusing to lift his gaze from the ground. “Warchief. How are we ta trust de Lord Admiral’s intentions —”

“Has she given you cause for concern?” Sylvanas drawled. “Has she trod on your toes? Planned a military coup to usurp power while we are in peace talks with the Alliance?”

“Who knows with de likes o’ her,” Zaejin grumbled, casting a resentful look at Jaina.

“Then this peace treaty is a waste of time,” Sylvanas said. “If you’d like us to return to war, only say so, Zaejin. I shall leave the Lord Admiral to deal with your insubordination herself.”

At last, Jaina found her voice. “It’s alright,” she croaked, darting a slightly bewildered look between Sylvanas and Zaejin. “It’s understandable that he would be...wary still. There is too much between our factions to expect everyone to be content with peace talks.”

Sylvanas’ ear flicked, her burning eyes flashing with amusement as she inclined her head. “That much is true. Regardless.” She reached out and laid a hand on Jaina’s shoulder, squeezing just so to leave the woman gaping wordlessly at her grip. Setting her eyes to the crowd, she said, “Let it be known; so long as we remain in Stormwind, the Lord Admiral is free to walk among the Horde with my blessing.”

A rich plume of power began to bleed from her shoulders effortlessly and Jaina fought back a shiver at the raw strength of it. “Have you any protests, warlock?”

Zaejin said nothing further, only glared. Boldly, Jaina reached out and touched Sylvanas’ elbow, casting a speaking look up at the Banshee Queen. “I think your point’s been made, Warchief. Let us do as you say and lay our animosities to rest.”

Wordlessly, and strangely, Sylvanas complied. “I shall escort you to your quarters, Lady Proudmoore.”

Jaina blinked. It didn’t exactly sound like an offer so much as a command, but she quelled the instinct to bristle and nodded mutely.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, when they were a fair distance away. “That was...unnecessary, but thank you.”

Sylvanas inclined her head; the weight of her hand lingered at the small of Jaina’s back. “If these peace talks are to bear fruit, we can’t have the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras assaulted in the streets. And we can’t have you levelling half the street in retaliation.” Her eyes slid sidelong knowingly.

Jaina huffed. “I could have managed with a little more tact than that.”

“I have no doubt,” Sylvanas said. They walked on for a time in a stilted sort of silence, until the Warchief folded her arms behind her back and remarked idly, “How have your experiments been going?”

Jaina paused in her step and stared.

Shrugging, Sylvanas said, “Derek likes to talk.” It was strange to hear her brother’s name on such a foreign tongue. “I understand the desire to...process the state your brother returned to you in. Not many of the living had such a kind reception to their Undead loved ones.”

“...He told me you gave him the choice to come back. Despite everything.” Jaina’s gaze was hard and searching, but not unkind.

Sylvanas’ ears swivelled and flicked, but there was nothing in her face that gave away the Warchief’s thoughts. She shrugged. “...I do not Raise those who do not wish to be raised. Not without purpose."

“And what was your purpose here?”

Sylvanas peered at her thoughtfully before turning back forward. “I did not Raise him with the intention of misusing him. I know the stories the Alliance tells about my powers. My goals and aims.”

Her burning eyes slid sidelong to Jaina for a moment. Quietly, she said, “I will not lie and say that the possibility never crossed my mind. But the Forsaken have never been mine to use. They are my kin, not my servants.”

The weight of Sylvanas’ words stunned Jaina; brought every story about the Dark Lady and her relationship with the Forsaken into question. Many thought her a tyrant — and she was, in many ways — but this was not one of them, it seemed.

Jaina ducked her head almost in shame before nodding once, meeting Sylvanas’ gaze steadily. “I believe you.”

Sylvanas made a noise in her throat, tilting her head curiously at Jaina. “...Does he regret it? Some do.”

“No,” Jaina replied, and the honesty of her response surprised even herself. “I don’t think he does. I think he’s...trying to adjust. And I want to help.”

Sylvanas nodded slowly. “Do let me know, should you require another test subject. I would be curious to see what you could achieve,” she said.

“Wh—?”

“If you require information from the High Necromancer, I shall provide it,” Sylvanas continued, pausing as they reached the tower. Glancing up at the spire, she turned to Jaina. “It is my duty as their leader, is it not? To ease their burdens. I would like to help, if I can.”

Jaina blinked rapidly, then found herself nodding. It was the only thing she could think to do. “Y-yes, alright — I — thank you??”

A slow, curling smile spread across Sylvanas’ face. “You’re welcome. Until another time, Lady Proudmoore.”

#this got away from me YET AGAIN #anon #ask #fic drabble #sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #derek proudmoore #magic and vague lore things #can sylvanas really hear all the souls? who knows #i say she can #it's weird typing on my laptop again sobs #why are the keys so soft now #Anonymous

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zinnia-the-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Bakudeku oneshot: "I'll love you for a thousand years." "And I'll love you for a thousand more"

Uh,idk what this au is called.. probably soulmate au???? Idk,man. I found the concept on twitter and I needed to write about it.

Pretty long story because I'm so invested in this au. It makes me happy and sad and i love it so much. I hope you guys do to!

💮Fluff💮

🔞 smutty implications🔞, but nothing actually happens.

Sad ending, trust me. I teared up,and I'm the one writing it. I had it all planned out and I still wasn't ready. So, good luck.

Summary: The gods cursed our little wonder duo. They are soulmates,but in every lifetime that they find each other, the gods separates them. Basically-

Enjoy!!!!

🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚

Third person bc I wasn't bothered to write in first person today)

No matter how many times they've met, they are always taken from each other,no matter what. They always fell in love, and it always pained them when they were forced apart.

The first time it happened was thousands of years ago, back when dragons roamed and knights saved princesses from the evil clutches of their wicked mother.

A time when fairies and nymphs danced around deep in the forest,hidden away from the unforgiving eyes of the humans who wanted nothing more then to captures and sell them for profit.

This, is where we meet our our beloved boys.

Katsuki had stolen from a mighty god's shrine, taking some of the offerings to give as his own to a certain little witch, wishing to finally win the greenette over.

He never believed in the gods. No,they were just stories made to scare children straight. Make sure they followed all the rules to a 'T'.

Well,not Katsuki.

He thought of himself as a god, really. Tall, strong,fierce red eyes that could kill a bear with a single,deadly gaze that was as sharp as a dagger. He was the perfect picture of godly.

"If you don't get off your high horse and show our gods some respect,they will surely smite you!" ,His mother would scold him, smacking the side of his head with a bruising force.

He would only scoff in annoyance, and go about his way.

Silly,silly little Katsuki..he didn't know the gods were watching,and were most certainly unpleased with his disrespectful behavior.

Katsuki stepped over yet another large root that descended out of the mossy,wet earth below his feet. He kept his bag of offerings slung over his shoulder, grip tight just in case some fairies tried to steal the bag. The little sparkly pests.

He had grabbed anything he could without getting caught; rich herbs good for creating spells, jewelery lined the only the most expensive stones, rubies,perls, diamonds, emeralds.

He took several of the finest cloaks he could find. Some velvet and lined lined with the fluffy coat of a grey wolf. Some silk with flowers beautifully sewn into the comforting fabric.

He had a smaller bag attached to his belt, just next to the sheath in which his sword was placed neatly and securely.

This bag was filled with food, sweet things for the smaller,green haired male. Honey buns, cinnamon rolls, many, many handfuls of green tea mochi that he knew the witch loved more then life itself. He grabbed moon pies, macaroons, super cubes, and a couple of regular little meat buns.bHe even made sure to get at least two or three of those adorable little tudor cheesecakes.

Did I mention this man was head over heels for our little Izuku?

He was soon standing in front of a small cottage, smiling as he could see little puffs of grey and white smoke erupting from the chimney.

The witch was home.

Good.

He walked up to the old mahogany door and knocked firmly, yet gentle,in a way.

This cottage was old, you could tell from miles away. Long winding vines overtook an entire wall, and,in the spring, would bloom with small flowers.There were sprouts of plants peeking their way through the small cracks in the roof,and he had half a nerve to climb up and pull them out. But, Izu liked them,so he wouldn't. It's not like the roof leaked anyway, which amazed him, really.

Some of the stones that made up the comforting little home were chipped,and others had chunks missing from the years spent unprotected from mother nature's rath. He still loved it all, though. This was like his second home.

The door slowly creeked open and a head full of green, unruly culrs poked its way out of the safety of the home, big emerald eyes meeting Katsuki's ruby ones.

"Kacchan!", The little witch smiled, swinging the door open and running into the taller males arms.

"Hey,there my darling little spell caster. I brought you some things.", Katsuki hummed, smiling warmly.

Izuku pulled away, looking at him sceptically.

"Are you still trying to court me?", He asked leading the man inside.

He was very much aware that the blond liked him, and he felt the same..he just wanted to tease and reject him just to get on his nerves.

It was a fun little game they liked to play...Cat and mouse,if you will.

The blond just chuckled, pulling the door closed.

He could tell the little witch had been busy before he had arrived. His large black cauldron was hanging over a live fire and filled with a purplish blue liquid that was bubbling quietly.

It smelled of lavender and citrus, maybe from a-

He was quickly shook from his thoughts as the greenette bent down to pick up a few loose papers from the floor before standing up straight and placing them on his desk.

Damn..

He was always getting distracted by those wide hips whenever the witch was around, and he just couldn't help it. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to grab at his slim waist and grip his green culrs tightly, as he bent him over his desk and mark up his neck.

He thought about that often.. maybe too often..While he's at it,he could probably convince Izuku to bounce on his-

"Kacchan? Hellloooo?" A sweet little voice snaps him out of his little day dream and he has to look down to see the small male standing right in front of him.

"Did you hear a word I just said?" Izuku huffed, crossing his arms.

Katsuki almost zoned out again when he saw the little heart shaped freckle that was delicately placed on Izu's right cheek that he just loved so much.

"Uh,no, sorry. I was trying to figure out what that other smell is. I can only pinpoint lavender,and I think orange?" Katsuki tilted his head to the side.

"Well, you'd be correct." Izuku had hummed, smiling, "Ive been trying to change up a few potions and make them smell lovely so anyone who passed by won't know they are potions."

Katsuki let out a small hum back before walking into the kitchen and setting the bags on the nice wooden table. Izuku followed behind him, humming.

The blond man opened one of the bags and pulled out a necklace, carefully putting it around the smaller's neck gently. He kissed the greenette's forehead gently,which caused him to blush deeply.

"You're adorable." Katsuki smiled.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Izu sitting on the table and Katsuki standing between his legs, cuddling each other close.

"I accept.." Izu says gently, nuzzling his nose against the blonds jaw lightly.

Katsuki paused, looking at him.

Was...was Izuku finally accepting his feelings...?

The blond haired male gripped Izu's shoulders and pulled him back, looking him right in his emerald eyes.

"You do know what you're getting into, right?" Katsuki smirked, grabbing the wide rim of Izuku's pointed, black hat and places it on the table.

"Of course I do."

That's all it took for the taller man to lean in and capture the witch's lips in his own in a sickeningly sweet kiss that the greenette happily returned.

Alas, that fateful kiss was just what the gods needed.

That moment of pure love is what the gods would use against them.

They pulled away, and just as Katsuki went to speak the mahogany door slammed open. Izuku gasped and clung to the taller, a fearful expression as several knights rushed inside.

"So, it was true! There is a witch!" One of them shouted and Katsuki pulled the male in question close.

"Ah-ha! And the little non-believing thief!" Another exclaimed as the men in the mental armor came twords them.

How..how had they found them...?

Katsuki kept his lover held tightly in his arms and growled as a few of the knights pulled them apart forcefully. He thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to get away and protect Izu.

This wasn't supposed to happen...

The knights pulled them outside despite their objections and thrashing.

"O-ow! You're hurting me!" Izuku cried out as he was forced to kneel down.

Sure enough,there were deep purpling bruises starting to form on his exposed arms,the men holding him way to tightly.

"Let go of him!" Katsuki growled, but his demand fell on deaf ears.

The two were facing each other with their wrists bound behind their backs. Izuku had tears rolling down his cheeks and he was shaking.

This couldn't be real.

"How did you find us?!" Katsuki shouted, trying to free himself. Our blond boy was beyond pissed.

"Easy. A little fairy told us." A knight said, amused as a little fairy with spikey black hair, and sharp blue eyes fluttered over. He had deep blue wings and purple markings across his body.

"D-dabi?!" Izuku gasped out. That little fairy was his friend...well,he was supposed to be.

"I'm sorry, Izuku.." The tiny raven haired male sighed, acting sad. He smiled widely, though, as a knight handed him a mochi.

The fairy gave Izu a small part on the head before flying away, humming a little tune. Katsuki couldn't believe his eyes. They little fairy was always around.

He always helped Izu with his spells. He helped Baku find his way at night with his vibrant blue glow. Then he betrayed them..? That little bitch.

"This is why I hate fairies! You're nothing but scum!" Katsuki growled, thrashing around violently.

This was bullshit.

He's gonna stomp on that fairy.

He's gonna eat him whole.

He's gonna tear his little wings off.

He's gonna-

"By order of the king, you are both to be put to death."

Katsuki stilled.

"Both of you have been proven guilty of several crimes, including witchcraft and stealing from the gods."

No. Nonono! He just got Izu to be his for real, he..he can't die. They can't die!

Izuku let out a loud sob at the sound of a sword being pulled from its protective sheath,and the distress in his voice caused Katsuki to tear up.

"I-izuku, my little spell caster, close you're eyes." Katsuki instructed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the smaller's. Izuku did as told, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tried to calm his breathing.

They both couldn't contain a yelp when a tip of a sword touched each of their backs, the duo staring to tremble.

This couldn't be happening.. This was all too surreal.

"We aren't heartless,so you may say your goodbyes." One of the men hummed, sounding sincere.

Katsuki didn't know what to say...how how do you sum up years of love and admiration into a bitter goodbye?

They opened their eyes to look at each other, Izu giving his lover a smile,a smile that held so many emotions behind it.

Katsuki gave a small smile back, letting out a broken chuckle. Their last words to each other were those of truth, a promise they'd keep forever.

Those knights returned to the kingdom with sour faces. They felt bad for having to end the lovers in such a way. They were mad at themselves.

No matter how many times they meet, Izuku and Katsuki are always tragically separated.

No matter how many times they fall in love, they can never experience each other too long, because it could all end in the blink of an eye.

But, no matter what, they always depart from their beloved with the same words tingling their tounges;

"I'll love you for a thousand years."

"And I'll love you for a thousand more"

#bakudeku fluff #bakudeku fanfic #bakudeku fic #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha katsuki #mha katsuki #bnha kacchan #mha kacchan #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bnha deku #mha deku #bnha izuku #mha izuku #deku fanfic #deku fic #deku fluff

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dannyphantom-rewrite · 4 years ago

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What's "how to get to cracker barrel" ?

Oh now that, that one isn't Actually a wip. It's a short story I finished ages ago that later ended up being inspiration for one of the plotlines in an anthology style audio drama podcast I want to make some day. There's 4 main characters:

The Mckellen sisters Jamie and Lady who aren't Actually sisters but pass rather well for twins since one of them is actually a changeling, Natalie Anderson, photographer and lady's GF, and Gavin Walker, a mage still haunted by the death of his fiance, Caleb Adams, mostly due to the fact that his fucking ghost won't leave him alone.

Art by @unded-bun (click image for higher quality)

I'm leaving out a lot of details, but I'd be happy to fill in the gaps if anyone asks.

I'll Also throw the story itself under a read more here, bc I'm still super proud of it even though it's a few years old now.

A small hotel on the outskirts of Savannah, Georgia. There is a Sonic Drive-in across the busy street. Bright neon lights in the window state, “Open 24/7!” A Greyhound bus is idling in the parking lot. A man, Gavin Walker, climbs off and crosses over to the hotel. He walks easily, but not confidently. Approaching the hotel’s entrance, he spots a cat eating from a plastic bowl in front of the door. The feline is small, and feral. He is black, with white paws. He does not pay Gavin any mind as he enters, only continuing to crunch on dry cat food.

There's a desk on the left side of the lobby. The receptionist smiles kindly as he checks in. Her eyes are tired. Gavin gives her a knowing nod, and travels deeper into the building. There is a sign marked, “Out Of Order.” on the elevator. This is a good thing. Gavin takes the stairs, of which there are three flights. This is also a good thing, because three is a good number. He enters the hallway, which is old, and worn. The walls bear chipped yellow paint, and the floor, faded red carpet. Gavin continues down the hall after checking the time on his phone. It is exactly 11:59PM. He turns the device off and begins to count the seconds. At sixty he has stopped in front of the elevator. The fluorescent light above him flickers. The elevator does not have an out of order sign on it. It is the same elevator as before. Gavin enters.

He presses the button for the first floor. In the lobby the check in desk is now on the opposite side of the room. The lights are off, the receptionist is gone. It is daytime outside now. The bus is gone and the Sonic is closed. The road is vacant. There is a cat outside. She is white, with black paws. She looks up at Gavin as he approaches. They lock eyes, and he kneels in front of her.

“Hello, cat.” He says.

“Hello, Mage.” Says the cat.

She flicks her tail, “What is it you seek?”

“Direction.”

She nods and stands, before making for the road. The Sonic across the street is closed, but it was never empty. A Sonic is not a sit down restaurant. Customers are expected to pull into a parking spot and order over an intercom, and then a waitress delivers their meal directly to their car. Gavin’s pretty sure places like Sonic were more common in the 1950’s, and he knows that drive in diners are a dying breed now a days. The thought gives him a strange sense of nostalgia for something he’d never actually experienced, and he shudders involuntarily.

The cat sits down in the parking spot furthest from the building. She watches as he presses the the button on the intercom, listens, ears swiveling, as they are greeted with static. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Gavin can see something moving within the darkened restaurant. An outline of a figure, only vaguely humanoid. The thing moves like a deranged ape, long, long arms dangling to the floor and dragging it forward. Its back is hunched, legs short and stumpy. Gavin can not see its face, and he does not wish to. The intercom crackles to life.

“WhAt can aH’ do fER ya’lL?” Drawls The Thing in the Sonic. It’s got a southern accent thicker than congeling visera, and the pitch of it’s voice fluctuates wildly. Gavin glances uncertainly at the cat, and she nods.

“I’m looking for Direction.”

“Ahhhhhh……” groans The Thing, “WEll, watch’ Yer goNna wanna dO is hEad doWn the road, bout maybeEEee…..foUr, five miLeS, an’ yer gOnna wanna look fer’ weEl, watch yer gonna wanna fiNd is soMeTHing’ idEaliZed, ya knOw? Like uh, somethin’ kinDa romanticized, an’ a liTtlE faKe in sOme senSe but reAlLy true in anOther, ya follow?”

“Yeah.” said Gavin, even though he did not follow at all.

“Yep,” Continued The Thing, “n’ yer gOnna wanna gEt yourself sOme rasPberRy lemONade when ya get theRe, It’s some gOod shit, lemme tell ya.”

“Alright, I’ll uh, I’ll do that.”

“Good, GoOd, That’s Good. Y'all have a niIiiccceee daaaaaay nooooow.” And then the intercom crackled once more, and returned to spewing static. Gavin released the button and looked around for the cat, hoping, maybe, for some more guidance, but she had long since abandoned him. He started walking down the road, away from the Sonic Drive-In, and The Thing inside, and hopefully towards where he needed to be.

Gavin started to think as he walked, which was not something he liked to do often. He much prefered to act in the moment without much consideration for the consequences of those actions until they themselves became the moment. Gavin did not like to think because he often thought much too deeply, and it sometimes scared him. Gavin thought about a lot of different things in quick succession, he thought about the missing greyhound bus, and The Thing in the Sonic, and wondered if the disappearance of one had to do anything with the appearance of the other. It probably did. He thought about what The Thing had told him to do, and why he was doing it. He thought about why he’d come here in the first place, to this inverted little section of Georgia. And he thought about Liminal Spaces, about busted elevators and darkened hotel hallways and empty stairwells. The air shifted suddenly as a pickup truck speed past him, it had a faded confederate flag on the back window.

Liminal Spaces, simply put, were the areas between one place and another. The small spots in the middle of point A and point B where reality seems to be altered in such a way that the change is almost imperceptible, and yet, it is still enough to leave you feeling so impossibly strange.

Liminal Spaces can also be doorways, if one knows how to properly open them.

Gavin isn’t sure how long he’s been walking down this empty stretch of road, but it’s been long enough that he can no longer see the Sonic Drive-in behind him. It’s not even a dot in the distance now, just gone, as though it were never there to begin with. He keeps going. He walks until his feet hurt, and his legs ache, and keeps going even after that. At some point he sticks his thumb out towards the road, tired enough to risk hitch-hiking, but no cars have gone by since the pickup truck. And at some point he takes a moment to rest. He sits down on the shoulder, and just breathes for a while. And then when he stands again, he sees the Cracker Barrel just down the road. Exhausted as he is, he knows it isn’t possible for him to not have seen it earlier. Gavin decides it’s best not to dwell on that, though, because this is exactly the kind of place where Cracker Barrels can just pop into existence. (Although, as he enters the restaurant, he remains somewhat annoyed that it couldn’t have decided to do it a little sooner.)

The front of the Cracker Barrel is a store selling all manner of things. There's a back corner full of vintage candy, a small section of organic make-ups, and another full of knick-knacks like salt and pepper shakers, and dreamcatchers, as well as the usual crap that tourists like to buy, T-shirts and mugs and what not. Gavin has never actually been in a “regular” Cracker Barrel, so he’s not sure if this is a completely normal thing, but he’s certain that a “regular” Cracker Barrel would not also be selling such wares as bottled crocodile tears and Unicorn meat slim jims. There aren’t a lot of people in the store, and yet Gavin finds it impossible to get a good look at any of them. The people look normal, but they move like extras in the background of a film. The only person in the room with any notable features is the waitress standing by the back. She’s short, and her hair and eyebrows have been dyed a vibrant blue. As Gavin follows her into the seating area he can't help but stare at her hair, and he finds himself thinking that it can’t possibly be dye, it’s too bright, somehow. She smiles at him as he sits, and her teeth are a just little too sharp.

Once he’s seated, she says, “Can I start you off with a drink?” Her voice has a pleasant, lilting tone to it.

Gavin thinks back to The Thing in the Sonic, “A Raspberry Lemonade? If that’s something you have here?”

She nods, and goes off to get him one. Gavin leans back in his chair and takes in his surroundings, trying to relax. The decor in the Cracker Barrel has a sort of vintage, rustic feel to it, there’s things like black and white photos, and old advertisements on the walls. All the furniture looks antique. There are quite a few other customers present. Most of them look like the same nondescript folk from the front, but a few stand out. There’s a woman in the back corner, she’s dressed in black furs and her head is an ember eyed wolf skull. She’s sitting across from a man with the skull of a stag upon his shoulders, the antlers adorned with ivy. There’s something resembling a giant moth sitting two tables away, slowly crunching its way through a Caesar salad. Occasionally, there’s a figure leaning against the kitchen doors, they look as though they’re made up of television static. Gavin’s eyes start to hurt from trying to look at them, so he turns his attention to the menu instead. The waitress returns with his Raspberry Lemonade, and he orders the Country Fried Shrimp.

Gavin takes a sip of his drink and finds that he agrees with the Thing in the sonic. It’s definitely some good shit.

“Funny seeing you around here, Gav.”

Gavin looks up from his drink, almost spills it in surprise.

“Is this seat taken?”

Gavin manages to shake his head.

Caleb Adams pulls out the chair across from him and sits. Gavin stares at him. He’s wearing a T-shirt that reads, “NORMAL HOROSCOPES: Making your day a little more magic whether you like it or not.” Gavin’s not sure if it’s supposed to be advertising for a psychic’s shop or if it’s some strange indie band he’s never heard of. Knowing Caleb, it’s probably the latter.

He finally manages to speak, “You’re dead.”

“Yeah?” Caleb leans an elbow on the table, and props his head up in his hand, his smile never wavers, “And?”

“And- and I don’t know, Fuck, I don’t know.”

The waitress briefly interrupts his existential crisis by depositing his Country Fried Shrimp on the table. Gavin looks down at it and tries to focus on the smell of greasy seafood instead of the dead man sitting across from him.

“You seem confused.” Caleb’s voice sounds uncharacteristically sympathetic.

Gavin nods.

He sighs, frowning “Eat your lunch, and then we’ll talk.”

Gavin eats what he can, but it’s a large portion, and he’s somehow not that hungry. He takes a final bite, and pushes the plate across the table, silently offering Caleb the rest of the shrimp.

The barest hint of a smile returns to his face, “Thanks, but no.” And then he’s frowning again, “Why’re you here, Gav?”

“I just went where I was told to-”

He shakes his head, “No. I don’t mean the friggin’ Cracker Barrel, I mean Here.”

And Gavin doesn’t really know what to tell him. That he’s here because he felt lost and desperate? That he didn’t know what to do anymore? That it doesn’t matter anyway because he’s fine, everything's fine and he’s just tired?

But he doesn’t tell Caleb any of that, he just says, “I miss you.” And he can’t keep his voice from cracking.

“I know you do.” Caleb places a hand over his, “But this is damn near one of the dumbest things you’ve ever done. You knew this place wouldn’t be safe for you.”

He feels numb, “I didn’t really care.”

“Gavin,” Caleb grips his hand now, “Look at me, please. I mean, really look at me.”

So he does, he looks up at him, and finally, meets his eyes.

They have not changed. Death has not reduced the amount of compassion behind them, nor faded the sea blue color. Gavin stares. Eyes are supposed to be a window into someone's soul, a way to truly see into them, and Gavin just stares because Caleb’s eyes are still capable of conveying so much, and he can feel tears running down his face…..

“It’s time to go home, Gav, okay?” He gestures to the window, and the Greyhound bus has pulled up, “Your ride's here.”

And Gavin knows has to force himself to look away and loosen his grip, and he can’t bring himself to.

“It’s alright.” He says, “It’s going to be alright. I’ll take care of the bill, Please just let go.”

And Gavin finally, Finally manages to tear himself away.

He does not feel anything but relief as he leaves, as he boards the bus and settles into a seat. He leans back, and watches through the window as the world shifts and shimmers and is suddenly dark and starry once more. As the Greyhound pulls out of the Sonic parking lot, Gavin closes his eyes, and slowly falls into the comfort of a deep, dreamless sleep.

#southern gothic #tag game #Walker& Anderson #short story #ask #jamie McKellen can and will kick your ass bitch fights the fae on the regular #gavin just needs a nap and caleb needs to stfu lmao

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ruiyuki · 7 years ago

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Todomomo Flower Shop AU

For Todomomo Week 2018, Day 2: AU

Some much needed tdmm slowburn & fluff LMAO This was an AU I thought of in the middle of the night and posted to the tdmm discord a while ago. I decided to take it and add some more. If y’all havent joined our discord yet y’all are missing out lol come check us out!!

Recommended bgm: Yiruma - May Be

Flower shop AU where Momo, despite coming from a wealthy family, decides to move out and open a quaint flower shop in a small corner of the city.

Todoroki is one of her regular customers coming in every week to pick up flowers for his mom at the hospital.

They become friends after some frequent visits. Todo usually hangs around for a bit when Momo doesnt have customers and Momo takes the time to teach Todo about the Language of Flowers,,, what flower combinations will mean so he can send the right msg when he orders,,,, bc he’s emotionally attuned as a brick LOL

Every Sunday, Momo has a bundle of daffodils ready to go before he visits his mother---as he told her daffodils are his mom’s favourite. She tells him in turn, that daffodils symbolize respect, chivalry, and new beginnings. He chuckles at how fitting it is.

After months of seeing how much time and effort Momo puts into her bouquets and how genuinely she helps customers, Todo begins to admire her,,,,, for her beauty,,, her compassion,,, her kindness,,,,,, and oops, now he might have a tiiiiiny bit of a crush.

Florist Momo also has a pet cat. Todo often pets it every time he’s at the shop but one day the cat runs off bc it got frightened by a customer and Momo couldnt run after it. The next time he drops by, she tells him her cat is missing and he makes it his mission to get the cat back.

Its 3 sleepless nights of searching (bc he goes out looking at night when the streets are quieter), and as sleep deprived as he is, Todoroki finally makes it through the rain, showing up at Momo’s shop at 1am.

He knocks firmly... waits a moment.... then knocks again, before Momo finally opens the door in her nightgown.

“Todoroki-san what on earth are you doing??! It’s 1 in the morning---you’re drenched!”

“I found your cat.”

She stares at him, then facepalms. But she invites him in anyway, spending the night to nurse the cat back to health and taking care of him too.

Cue “god what is with this man? why would he go so far for my cat?” but at the same time, oh no he looks gorgeous by the candlelight and he’s falling asleep on the couch and he looks so cute beside her and oops, now Momo might have feelings too...

So slowly, Todo comes by the shop more and more often, staying longer and longer each time. It was only a matter of time when Todoroki begins to “work” at the shop insisting to not be paid as an excuse to spend time with Momo, lending her a hand whenever she’s busy.

There is an undeniable spike in female customers as he works more often. Fangirls ofc,,, though Momo doesnt complain,,,,, and neither does she do anything but laugh at the sight of Todoroki in a florist apron, behind her counter, oblivious to the droves of squealing ladies (young and old) as they hound him with “but what is your favourite flower Todoroki-san?????” while he continues his business with a deadpanned expression.

It’s on one June afternoon that things get...... eventful.

Mind you, it was entirely the cat’s fault.

Momo was watering the plants outside, going about the daily routine,,, and just as Todo offered his help, the cat decides to run around tangling up the hose, tripping both of them to fall atop of each other.

Needless to say, they’re face to face in a compromising position.

Needless to say, they both just happened to be wearing white shirts that day.

Needless to say, they’re both completely, accidentally soaked.

And yes, you imagined correctly---there are 1000% shoujo bubbles floating in the background.

Did I mention the cat’s name is Aizawa btw? Oh yeah, there’s that too.

“holyshit whatarewedoing shitmove buthe/she’ssoclose ohmygod sfhdshfkahlfahjgka”

They both kinda just,,,,,,, stare at each other, dumbfounded, blushing furiously.

For after what feels like an eternity, Todoroki finally breaks the silence.

“Um...... Yaoyorozu... You should probably get off me...” “!!!!! Ah!!!!! Im so sorry!!!!!!”

She straightens herself, hides her face, still blushing, avoiding eye contacting, looking away. But following a moment’s pass, she feels a squirt of water at her cheek.

“?!!?!?!?! To-Todoroki-san?!?!”

She finally looks over to him, only to see a playful smile on his face and gentleness in his eyes. He squirts water at her with the hose again. And again. And again. Until she’s chasing him to stop.

It’s nice and sunny and warm outside with a pleasant feeling that surrounds the couple in front of the flower shop, soaking wet from head to toe, having fun, laughing it off.

The next Monday, a delivery man walks into her shop carrying a bouquet of flowers addressed to her. She’s puzzled, and amused,,, but mostly puzzled,,,,, until Todoroki walks in that afternoon.

“Did you like my gift?”

“Haha, I should have guessed it was from you. Sending flowers to a flower shop is a bit ironic, no?”

“Maybe.”

“Are the choice of flowers suppose to mean something?” There’s a faint blush on her cheeks as she asks.

“You’re the florist, so you tell me.” He looks away for a moment, sheepish, ears pink.

“Hmm.... irises for ‘a message’... pink and yellow camillas for ‘longing’... red tulips for ‘a declaration of love’... as well as a blank card with nothing but friday’s date written on it... Todoroki Shouto, is this your way of asking me out?”

“Only if you’re free this friday.”

“.. Well then. I suppose I should show you what I prepared earlier.”

She pulls out a small bouquet consisting of white carnations and a single red rose from under the counter.

“... a single red rose... and solid carnations.. which you said was ‘yes’, right?”

She smiles and nods, standing up on her tippy toes to peck him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you friday.”

> hcs masterpost

#todomomo #todomomo week #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #headcanons #ugh #i dont like how i wrote this #im sorry this is so choppy #i mixed some japanese and western meanings #for the flowers #idek man just take it

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surveys4ever · 3 years ago

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26.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celsius)? ...yes. Literally every year. There’s usually a week or two in January when it gets down to -50 to -75 F.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Maybe when I was a teenager? I’ve definitely been caught in the rain, not sure about a thunderstorm tho.

What’s your favorite macaron flavor? I’ve actually never had a macaron! But I don’t like meringue so I don’t think I’d enjoy them.

How often do you have friends over to your house? Literally never.

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? YES. The assistant manager at the last job I had was insane. She tried to tell me that I wasn’t allowed to leave town on the weekends in case they needed me. LOL girl bye.

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? 0, covid.

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? Noooo.

What about a flip off of a diving board? I’ve never even been on a diving board.

Are you embarrassed by your school yearbook photos? I believe in the 10th or 11th grade I hated them but I was on the yearbook committee so I finessed some new ones to put in hehehe.

Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? I believe I learned at school.

Currently how many pictures are on your cellphone? 9,008.

Do you think dimples are cute? Oh hell yeah.

Would you rather chew fruity or minty gum? Minty.

The last time you went to the mall, who did you go with? Beebs!

What’s something you used to collect when you were younger? Rocks and lip balm.

Have you watched a movie today? Yes! We went to see Dracula.

Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? We went to an indoor garage sale a couple weeks ago.

Do you love soft pretzels? They’re alright. They smell better than they taste in my opinion.

Who was the last person who cried around you? Why did they start crying? Was it unexpected? Does my dog count? Bc she’s just a drama queen and I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

Are you more likely to like someone before you really know them, or do you feel you like them more after you know a lot about them? True love is when you like them a ton before you actually really know them and then like them even more after.

Do you buy people cards on special occasions, or do you prefer to make your own? I honestly think cards are a huge waste of money so if I do give one, I made it. But I have a Circuit and I’m pretty creatively inclined so it’s pretty easy.

When was the last time you were being hypocritical? It sounds pompous but I honestly think I'm too self aware to by hypocritical.

Where on your body was the last cramp you had? Why did you have this cramp? My hip, because I was sitting weird.

What is the weirdest name you’ve ever heard? Someone I know named their kid Emanda. Unsure if its pronounced ee-manda or just regular Amanda. Haven’t wanted to ask. Another named their kid Albrea. I just call her Algebra. And another named their kid Annekke, pronounced Anika. She will forever be a-neek-ee to me.

Do you get embarrassed when people hear you sing/compliment you on your singing ability? Bold of you to assume I ever let anybody sing.

Are you good at comforting people when they’re upset? I’m the big sister to like a bajillion children. Yes I’m good at it.

Do you have any exercises you do everyday? Newp.

Do you own one of those singing fish? Do you think they are silly or funny? Hahaha I don’t but I literally just saw a Billy Bass at a thrift store yesterday. They were funny then and they’re funny nostalgic now.

Has anyone ever accused you of being bipolar or any other mental disorder? Do you really have any mental disorders? I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder but no one’s accused me of having it because like...it’s pretty obvious?

Did you buy the last thing you bought with your own money? If not, whose money did you buy it with? Haha yes! We bought movie tickets, a drink, and peanut butter m&ms.

Do you like to put your feet up on the dashboards of cars? Do you parents yell at you if you do that in cars? Our car is too short for that but yeah, my parents always yelled at me for it when I was young.

Which Beatle is your favorite, or do you love them all equally? I wouldn’t say I loved any of them but John Lennon is absolute hot garbage.

Do you enjoy classic rock? If so, who are some of your favorite classic rock artists? Uh...not really?

Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? Yes! They were all the rage in the 6th grade.

Are you more of a dog or cat person?/ Dog, definitely.

Have you ever failed math? I very, VERY narrowly passed the last math course I needed to graduate and I did the math and because of the mark I got on my final, I should have failed by 3% but I got 1% over what I needed to pass. Pretty sure my math teacher just didn’t want to deal with me taking the course over so he passed me BUT my math could have been wrong, haha.

Skittles! What's your favorite color? Lordt. I haven’t purchased skittles in ages. I think I remember red being my favorite?

Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? Yeah, actually.

What would you want your last words to be if you could choose them? I would just want my husband to know how much I love him and that I’ll be waiting for him in whatever form of afterlife there is.

Can you sleep with the light on? If I'm dead tired.

What’s the most bizarre horror movie you’ve ever seen? I mean...Dracula is supposed to be a horror movie. The only thing horrific about it was the acting.

What band can’t you stand listening to? I honestly can’t think of one right now.

Would you ever take a lie detector test for your significant other? I mean, if I had to? But we trust each other 100% and I’m brutally honest about everything so he would never require that from me.

What is your favorite Mystery/Crime/FBI related show? Murder, Mystery, & Makeup Mondayssss! Sha na sha sha na sha sha na sha sha sha na shaaaaaaaa!

Would you ever have a bird as a pet? Absolutely not.

How's your relationship between you and your grandparents? I love my mom’s parents to bits. My grandma is one of my absolute favorite people in the world and my grandpa is very quiet but he has a lot of really sweet moments. My dad’s parents are awful fuckin people. My grandfather died like 5 years ago and I really had to try hard to feign sympathy about it to him. My grandmother is still kicking it but we haven’t spoken in over a decade for good reason. She also changed their joint Facebook account to just her Facebook account less than a week after he died loooool. She hated him as much as I did I think. And then my bio dad’s dad is dead but he was also a piece of shit but his mom is a sweetie. We facetime every so often and she holds the phone a grand total of 6 inches away from her face the entire time and tells me the same stories over and over. Bu

Ever had a forbidden love or lover? Newp.

Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? No, thank god.

Do you know someone who’s been cremated? My grandma’s dog.

What is your current problem? My eyes are blurry because I’m tired.

Do you like canopy beds? Tbh, canopy beds are the epitome of glamor in my eyes.

What is your favorite animated movie? Onward.

Would you rather live in a small town or a big city? I like medium cities. You won’t get mugged walking down the street, traffic doesn’t absolutely suck, and you can get clear across town in 15 minutes.

If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue, what animal would it be and why? Uh? Why am I in trouble? Why can’t I call a human? What’s happening here?

Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? I tried watching a couple episodes but it didn’t pique my interest.

Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? Noooo. Beebs loves them though so he tries to make me love them and it’s just not happenin, buddy.

Last alcoholic drink you had? No idea tbh.

What are you known for? For being talented and having big hair.

Has anyone ever threatened you? Oh yeah. There was this one guy who was constantly sending me really graphic messages about how he wanted to put a gun to my head and kill me or he hoped I would get XYZ and die. I tried to block him but he would immediately make 3 more accounts to send me the same shit.

Have you ever gone frog hunting? Noooo.

Do you ever suffer from dry skin? Yessss. My body is the Sahara.

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? No, I sleep with a husband.

What’s the weather like right this moment? It’s rainy!

Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? Nah.

In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? Beeb’s bedroom. His stepfather interrupted and made him come outside to talk to him for some reason and then very weirdly pointed out his half boner? V. uncomfortable all around.

Where is your mother’s side of the family descended from? Somewhere where white people come from idk.

What do you occupy your time with on flights? iPad games usually.

Do you dog-ear pages in books? No, I’m not a heathen.

What’s a made up word of yours? We call pickles ‘pickies’ and hamburgers ‘borgers’ or ‘borgs’ because we’re gross.

Do you use Q-Tips? In my ears? No. To clean out tight spaces of things I've thrifted? Yes.

Ever gone out with somebody you didn’t like? Noooo.

What hero or heroine do you most relate to in history, fiction, or song? ....No.

What makes you dizzy? Getting up too fast usually.

Are your parents liberal or conservative? Bleh, conservative. If you have liberal parents, consider yourself blessed.

Do you like your teeth? Did you have braces? I got away with having just an appliance/Invisaligns but I still don’t like my teeth. They’re perfectly straight and white enough but I have body dysmorphia and for some reason I think they’re atrocious and I hate them??? I can’t explain it.

Are you happy with your height? I’m 5′11 and I wish I was shorter sometimes. Hugging my husband would be easier.

#survey

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hq-cuties-pls · 7 years ago

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Tendou, Asahi, Bokuto, Lev and Kuroo while they are with their wife in labor? And the wives very angry, bc "hey, you put this child/these children into me, you jerk" (I love so much this situation. *_* x)) Pretty please? *little kitten eyes*

So I changed this up a little bit for variety and realism’s sake; I just had a class all about coping with labor and the stages of it, so a lot of this is from that. Also, every woman is different. This came out a touch softer than the anon anticipated, I think, so sorry about that??? Hope you enjoy regardless!!!~Admin Emma

Tendou

He remembered the suggestion in your labor class to walk, so he took you on a short lap around the maternity ward. You clung to his arm, and even if it hurt, he didn’t care. He couldn’t even imagine the pain you were in. You’d been extremely quiet so far, focused entirely on your labor. He wanted to try and distract you, maybe make you focus on something other than the pain, make you smile or laugh or just roll your eyes at him, but he couldn’t think of anything.

“____? Are you alright?”

Your grip tightened on his sleeve; your eyes squeezed closed, and you were drawing slow, careful breaths through pursed lips. He checked his watch–the contractions were getting closer together.

“Easy, babe,” he murmured, pulling you to a stop. “Come here. Just breathe… I’m here.”

He held you in what the nurse called the Slow Dance pose. He pressed in tightly on your hips, trying to match the intensity of your contractions, like the nurse told him. You put your hands around his shoulders and leaned heavily on him while he encouraged you to rock your hips. He would have to remind you later that you were a literal fucking rock star for taking a stab at natural childbirth. If it had been him, he’d have accepted all manner of experimental drugs if it meant he didn’t have to go through it.

“Satori,” you whimpered, your voice painfully small and broken. “It hurts so much, Satori. I can’t…”

“You can,” he assured. He couldn’t even try and joke, as much as he wanted to, if only to distract you. It broke his heart to hear you like this. “I know you can, ____. It won’t be much longer.”

Asahi

“Easy, ____,” he said softly, carefully helping you onto the birthing ball. He tapped on his phone a few times, setting an alarm for twenty minutes. “Alright, how’s this?”

“Better,” you groaned, carefully balancing on the ball. He watched you carefully, but you seemed fine as you gently rocked your hips. He put his hands on your shoulders, trying to be the support you so clearly needed but were too afraid to ask for, for some reason. Nearly a decade together and you were still so hesitant sometimes. “I’m sorry, Asahi.”

“What’re you sorry for, doll?” Asahi asked, digging his thumbs into that part of your neck that always made you melt.

“I’m being such a pain right now,” you said. “I feel useless.”

If it hadn’t been for the sincere regret in your eyes, he’d have laughed until he cried. Clearly, labor was making you a little insane; “Sweetheart, you’re having my baby. I couldn’t be happier right now!”

“But–”

“No buts,” he interjected. “You are doing amazing, and if anyone in this room is useless, it’s me. You’re doing all the hard work, and I will be here to support you, no matter what.”

You opened your mouth to respond, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips, before he felt the tension in your shoulders. All the air escaped your body in a hiss of pain and your hands curled into fists so tight, your knuckles turned white.

“Contraction?” he asked. You could only nod as you squeezed your eyes tight. “Alright, doll, easy. Breathe. Try and relax. Remember what the doctor said.”

You nodded as he pressed his hand against your coccyx, trying to apply counter pressure. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck, trying not to let his heart break at the soft sounds of pain you made. He wanted to fall apart–he was ready for the anxiety to overtake him any minute, but he couldn’t. He had to be your rock–your pillar–because you were doing to hard part.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity (though it probably felt longer to you) he felt you relax. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, and whispering what a good job you were doing. It may have been nonsense and gibberish, but it seemed to comfort you a little.

“You can do it, ____. I have faith in you.”

Bokuto

You were having what the doctors called “precipitous labor.” He wasn’t 100% sure what all the technical jargon meant, but you’d come in for a labor evaluation less than an hour before and you were almost ready to push. The nurses said that fast labors like this were extremely uncomfortable and could be incredibly intense, and Bokuto hated that you had to go through it, even if it meant it would be over faster.

You were on constant monitoring, so you couldn’t wander too far from the labor and delivery room. At the moment, you were balanced on a birthing ball with your face buried into the bed. He sat behind you, pressing the spiky plastic ball they’d given you into the small of your back. It seemed to be helping a bit, but he’d never felt more useless than when you let out a tiny sob of pain into your pillow. You’d been crying softly since your contractions became regular, and he wished he knew what to do.

“Kou,” you whimpered, raising your tear-stained face from the sheets.

“What is it, babe?” he asked, ready to spring into action. “What do you need? You need to switch positions? Should I stop what I’m doing?”

“No, just…” You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed tight in intense pain. He hated this–the doctor couldn’t even give you anything for the pain. You were too far along in your labor. “Can I have a hug, please?”

He had to grin at that; “Sure thing, babe. Whatever you need.”

He wrapped his arms around you, careful to avoid touching your belly–you’d told him that any pressure on it was too uncomfortable. He held you as tight as he could while maintaining pressure on your lower back. He could feel the moment you were racked with another contraction, and he tried to encourage you to relax a little bit, otherwise he knew it would be worse.

“I hate this,” you cried, holding your pillow to your face again. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“It’ll be all over soon, babe,” he tried to reassure you. “Then we’ll be parents. We’ll get to hold little Akio soon. Just a little bit longer.”

Lev

You’d had a plan, damn it. Every book, every anecdote, every class had said that walking, changing position, and moving around were best for expedient labor. So you’d planned on waiting to go into labor naturally, putter around your house until the last possible second, and go into the hospital.

Sadly, babies tended to ruin any and all plans, and unforeseen complications came up which meant you had to be induced early. The procedure had left you bedridden on constant, internal monitoring (which was just the pits, and you could confirm that). So now there was nothing to do but wait out the inevitably long, painful labor.

Bless your husband. He was trying, but you were cranky and in pain and there was nothing you could do.

“Fuck you, Lev! This is your fault!”

“How is this my fault!?” Lev asked helplessly, trying (and mostly failing) to dodge the pillow you threw at his head.

“You put your mutant spawn in me!” you exclaimed. “You just had to be freakishly huge! You just had to laugh when your mother proudly proclaimed you weighed 5 kilograms when you came out! We just had to do this naturally!”

“You’re allergic to pain meds, babe,” Lev said. You scowled when you saw his eyebrow cocked at you.

“You’re a jerk, Lev,” you sniffled, burying your face in your pillow. The nurses had already told you in no uncertain terms that you shouldn’t be screaming.

“Hey,” he whispered, suddenly near your ear. You shrank away from him as you felt another contraction coming on. “I know this sucks, but it’s not going to last forever.”

“Yes it is,” you whimpered. “I’m going to be in labor for the rest of my life. I’m going to die in this fucking uncomfortable bed.”

“Hey, where’d your big pillow go? I thought we packed it.”

“It’s in my bag, Lev, where the fuck else would it be?”

With some effort, he got you rolled on your side with your big maternity pillow supporting your legs and your huge stomach. It was getting so late and you were so tired, and you still had such a long way to go. You wanted to hit him, but his long fingers in your hair stopped you. You hated him at the moment, but he was being so sweet.

“I’ll see if I can’t score you some ice chips or something,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Try and get some sleep, babe. You’re a bit cranky.”

“A bit cranky?” you snapped. “If I was able to get out of this fucking bed, I’d knock you on your ass for that!”

You figured he realized his error, because even as fast as he was, you’d never seen him scurry like you did in that moment.

Kuroo

You’d learned early in the whole laboring process that the best way to go forward was to just stay calm. During your earliest contractions, you’d been ready to have a panic, because nothing was ready and you felt so grossly unprepared. But then, you’d sat on the couch, and Kuroo’s colossally fat and incredibly sweet geriatric black cat, Gumball, curled in your lap for a little nap, and something about it had calmed you. It had been the middle of the night, and you didn’t even feel the need to wake Kuroo up.

About six hours later, you’d decided to go to the hospital, you still had this odd serenity about you. Your doctor and nurses asked you if you needed anything for pain, and you just shrugged. You were fine, at the moment. You parked on the birthing ball, rocking back and forth, casually reading your book.

Kuroo, on the other hand, was a mess.

When he’d woken up to find you in labor, he had that panic you’d managed to not have earlier. He’d been ready to whisk you off to the hospital at that exact moment despite the fact that you were still very early and he was still wearing the bright pink Tokyo Disney pajamas you’d gotten him as a joke for his last birthday. Every contraction had him fluttering around you like a fussy mother hen, and his bed hair was even worse for the number of times he’d raked his hand through it.

You were dragged back to your present situation but a particularly intense contraction. You curled around yourself, whimpering quietly. The doctors said you’d passed pretty much passed straight through active labor and were heading into transition labor, so it would be more intense.

Poor Kuroo’s heart couldn’t take it anymore, it seemed.

“Babe!? You ok?!? You need anything? What can I do!?!”

“Tetsurou, please, it’s just a contraction,” you said once it passed. He rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, pressing his heel on your tailbone like he’d been taught. “Oh please never move your hand from my back, though. That feels amazing.”

“Whatever you need,” he replied. He was clearly exhausted and anxious–he looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over.

“What I need is my husband to survive long enough to meet his son,” you said sardonically, gently running your fingers over the back of his head. He practically purred as he leaned into your touch, leaning heavily on your shoulders. “You should sit and have a little rest, doll.”

“You’re the one in labor,” he sighed. “When did you get to be the supportive one, here?”

“You don’t have to sleep,” you said, ignoring his question. “I know you won’t be able to.”

“I just feel pretty useless.” He dropped his chin to rest on top of your head, gently caressing your rounded belly. You winced, but didn’t say anything. “I’m not used to being helpless in crises. I sort of thrive on action, you know.”

“Oh yes, my hero,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes. “Alright, action boy, if you want to make yourself useful, see if you can’t get the nurses to score me some ice chips or a drink of water, yeah? And fish my chapstick out of my bag for me.”

He smirked, shot you a mock salute, and returned to his full height; “You got it, babe.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #tendou satori #azumane asahi #Bokuto Koutarou #lev haiba #Kuroo Tetsurou #scenario #gumballlives2k5ver

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seksipomminpurkaja · 7 years ago

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hrm, good ol' king and queen, frans + pietro and if you want, band bros?

math problems done, sipping on my peppis, feeling like royalty

(i sincerely hope you meant roo and jules)

Who keeps making puns while the other tries to fall asleep?

Nayden, c’mon hun don’t be like that, laugh with me! Like that yes! just snuggle her ‘till he runs out of puns to make and they get to go to sleep

Frans to cheer Pietro, he knows it’s hard for him to sleep anyway so if he’s still awake why not make it worth the while

I feel like it’s Jules, and Cameron is muffling his laughter into the pillow like stop it but doesn’t really do anything to make him stop

Who likes to snuggle up to the other on the couch?

Nayden, Sharni’s so warm and comfy pillow. her couch is the superior couch and her blanket the superior blankets, she hold him very firmly and he’s a happy little slav in her arms

Pietro, as a mute he really can’t ask to be cuddled other than just going for it, just curl under Frans’ arm and rest there, he doesn’t have to communicate and Frans doesn’t need to ask anything

It has pretty much always been Cameron, he feels safe there, just put on a hoodie or get a pillow first bc he’s bony and his not so pillow is also bony

Do they own any pets together? If so, what are their names and what type of pets?

Four kids are enough to handle, but before them they had a dog, a mixed breed dog from a shelter, didn’t live too long though, he was old when they got him but they made sure he was happy till the end. his name was Skipper (Maya loved Skipper)

They really don’t have the funds to have a pet, but Frans feeds stray cats and dogs when he runs across them on the streets

Well there’s Macca and Merri, and eventually the third ferret (i forgot their name), Cameron will suggest on getting a guinea pig or a hamster so he gets to name it macklemore

What type of place do they live in?

A flat for a long time, they had both of their stuff in there so it was their little place, when the first kid came they moved to house, not too big though, they liked the little crammed atmosphere, it feels like home

Streets for Pietro and Sarah’s bunker for Frans, then Penelope’s cellar, eventually they found an abandoned flat to bunk in, it wasn’t big but it was dry and mostly clean so it worked

They both have their own flats at this point, possibly not even far away from each other. Both fit for one person to live in

Who is always running late and gives them a quick kiss before they run out the door?

Nayden since he has his job at the attorney office and Sharni’s job begins later in the noon. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to kiss Sharni in the morning

Frans whenever he has a deal to be taken care of, he’s never late though bc that would mean losing the job at hand (ha get it bc he only has one hand). But he still gets to smooch Pietro

Tbh wherever they need to be on time it’s ver possible they both need to be there, like a band practice, they need them both, a gig, both, recording? both, and interview? probably both. They Roo shies on the kisses in public so he’ll do it on the doorway before stepping out

Where do they go to have fun with their friends?

Local small bars, malls, nothing too grand, just a bunch of friends getting together and tell how their weeks have been

Penelope’s shop is a good place for a small meeting, also the pubs, but the pubs are shady and Pietro is a face not all people look kindly on

Bars mostly, after gigs or just regular ol’ weekend, just kick back and have some drinks with Aaron and An, Radu too if he and Jules ever make up

What does their living room look like?

It’s kinda crammed, big couch, a coffee table and tv, surrounded by bookshelf and some plants, very warm colors, shades of brown and some white here and there, pretty oldish style

It has a couch and a radio, then blueprints on the floor, guns propped up against the wall, the wallpaper is cracked and the floorboards are bulging a bit

Just regular living room, cameron’s pretty crammed bc his small apartment but it holds a nicely sized couch, tv and a dinner table (kinda like what my mom’s place had if you remember)

Who walks around in the other person’s sweaters with a sleepy look on their face?

Sharni, she’s tired ok, and in the end their sweaters look pretty much the same and they’re the same size, only difference is that Nayden’s sweaters are more warm and they have his smell on them

Pietro, all his clothes are being washed and it’s the only thing he found

Jules, Cameron own a pretty decent collection of too big sweaters, sure he has some to spare for Jules, he looks pretty adorable in them with all squinted eyes and holding a cup of tea

Who likes to be cuddled before falling asleep?

Nayden without doubt

Pietro

Cameron, (all of these were pretty much the same as the “who comes for snuggles” one)

Who goes to the store and buys their partner something small, but something that they love, to surprise them before coming home from work?

Nayden, man has no self control, if Sharni had sometimes mentioned she’d like something, he’ll make it his mission to get it for her, just a simple pack of sweets is enough reason for him to spend some coin on her

Frans, well he steals more than buys, some parts for Pietro to play with, or something to keep him fed and entertained while he’s working in the city

Jules, just a simple text like ‘hey i’m feeling bad, wanna come over’ and he knows to pick up some chocolate on the way

How do they decide who cooks super?

They take turns, unless one insists, Sharni usually does it on weekends and Nayden on the week

Pietro has more time at their place, and combining a can of beans and some rice is simple enough

They cook at their own places respectfully, and order take-out if both are too lazy, or if Roo is in bad mood Jules treats him some good ol beans and toast

Who takes the other’s hats to go outside?

Sharni, look she wasn’t raised in bulgaria and their middle land winters, luckily enough Nayden has enough wooly hats for the entire family

Pietro, he doesn’t have the long hair covering his ears and besides, Frans owns a bunch of good looking hats

Cameron doesn’t really use hats, he just pulls up his hood if needed, and Jules has his own hats sooo

#ocs #got distracted in the middle but aha done!#is-that-what-i-think-it-is

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secnghq-blog · 7 years ago

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task o n e ; development.

❝ ——- i wish i could p a i n t our love , these moments and vibrant HUES , peach color, moon glistens, the plot thickens ; old souls have found a new religion . ❞

general info

full name: chung hyeseong

nickname(s): hui, seong, chungie

gender & pronouns: demiboy. they/them or he/him

sexual & romantic orientation: homosexual and homoromantic

age & dob: November 3rd 1993, 24

birthplace/hometown: Gwangju, South Korea

parents/siblings: chung taewoo & chung mijoo

astrological sign: Scorpio

dominant hand: leftie because they a rare specimen like that

handwriting style: very fancy and cursive, often compared to a girls because its very elegant and neat, pretty small as well.

language(s) known/spoken: japanese, chinese, korean and english.

religion: atheist

current living arrangements: apartment of his own but he did share with hyunwoo when he first moved here for a long time.

occupation/major: animal care worker, also studying.

appearances

picture reference: x , x . x , x

blood type: A

nationality: korean

skin tone/color: pale tan

birthmarks & scars: no scars but birthmarks, one on collarbone, one on left side and bottom of spine

height: 5′10

build: toned, muscled but undefined and softly mostly.

hair color: blonde or a reddish brown

hair length: shaggy but short

eye color: hazel, sometimes look more dark green, he wears lenses a lot.

eye shape: cat eyes

diet: regular

exercise & level of fitness: not into exercise at all but will go on long walks and do things like yoga if they had to.

how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? :

typical style of dress: x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x

body modifications: tongue piercing, ear piercings all down both ears, lot of tattoos which you can view on his stats page.

body language and mannerisms

how does your muse walk? hui used to model online and camboy so they know how to strut their stuff and have quite a subtle but powerful sashay to their stride. hui’s stance and aura can usually fill a whole room pretty fast when they enter.

how does your muse talk? massive extrovert, so hui speaks with confidence and only says what they feel needs to be said, they don’t sugar coat things either unless it’ll benefit them. they’re interesting bc hui can be sweet as candy and irresistible or they can be super lewd and swear like a sailor with dark humor.

what accent/dialect does your muse talk with? if they’re talking in english they actually sound very british as opposed to american.

how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet? i wouldn’t say hui’s voice is high but it is quite effeminate and soft, they are loud though so its lucky their voice is fairly gentle on the ears.

what is their laugh like? breezy giggle usually but it also changes and fluctuates depending on mood and situation. it usually sounds very flirty whether hui intends it to or not.

how does your muse typically smell? spiced apple and cinnamon, its actually seasonal really bc hui uses a lot of fragrances that are expensive and lush products so if we’re talking autumn for example its usually eggnog and cinnamon.

what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating? hui can be intimidating but those days are more in their past so now they tend to appear much more charming and approachable, the air they carry can switch. if you go against hui you’ll quickly find they are quite threatening and strike silently deadly.

psychology

what makes your muse happiest? hui doesn’t really know right now, they’re still on a journey to find that since they spent most their life until they got here in less than laughable and far from happy upbringings and becomings. however they do feel incredibly happy when with friends and when feeling accomplished.

what upsets them the most? probably thinking about the past and how it could potentially affect his future. obviously he’s been through a lot of shit with his toxic relationships, rape and domestic violence and it haunts him. he’s still seeing a therapist and he thinks he always be no matter how much he recovers. naturally it gets him really down. he’s also very scared of being lonely, never being meaningful to anyone.

does your muse have any quirks? they pull and twirl their hair?? like a lot?? also when they eat certain things they can accidentally make it look super obscene and a bad habit they have is chewing on their inner cheek.

what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them? hui likes fashion, music and painting. they do actually have a mini sketchbook they take around with them which is like a tiny bible of loads of fashion sketches and paintings. they do it often if their on a particularly dry shift or can’t sleep at night.

do they have any guilty pleasures? i guess... they binge eat quite a lot and they are very out there with fashion also...this one is the worst for getting into troublesome situations too and lives for danger and trouble sO.

is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither? extrovert af

do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence? definitely has a lot of confidence and self esteem if hui has nothing, they do have that for sure because its been something they relied on since young to make a living and more.

are they easily stressed? how do they respond to stress? hui isn’t easily stressed but if you meet them in the wrong mood or in a bad headspace they definitely go off easily and get frustrated. when they’re stressed, their temper is a lot shorter.

what is your muses worst fear? isolation

what is your muses biggest dream? mm hui doesn’t really know yet its hard for him to have big dreams the way he’s lived his life and they are still settling into this steady and stable lifestyle but i think they’d like to do more with the fashion work they can do.

is your muse an early riser? a night owl? both, lack of sleep does not affect hui at all they go to bed at like 2am and wake up early and get through the day just fine but you will notice they are easy to go into their own headspace and get distracted. they dont act sleepy but it can sometimes be seen in their eyes which are less sparkly then.

how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it? hui actually is very skilled i dont know about intelligent, academically they’re very good when considering how they lived younger but i would say hui is more open about how intelligent they are on things like social activist matters, talents like art and negotiation. they are smart but in their own way.

what is their sense of humour like? very dry witted, slightly narcissistic, often gets told they’re too dark and quick with little taunts and sass.

relationship tendencies

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic? hui is homosexual and homoromantic.

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships? they are in a sexual relationship ajsj with kace and thats probably not the only one they’re in bc hui is a minx by nature but no romantic ones as of yet.

what is their experience with relationships? not fuckin great my dudes. all hui’s relationships so far have been very very toxic for them and tbh if they arent then hui is just sleeping around for the fun of it.

how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever? no problem with it naturally, they have had one will probably have many more and honestly they know its a shitfest and only ever ends in tragedy it either stops or goes somewhere and its more often the latter then shit gets fucked but hey ho says hui cause they a fool who thinks this is all they got.

sex, is it important to your muse? no, interestingly. it isn’t. it makes more sense than it seems after the way sex has been used for hui they just don’t care about it, they do it, a lot, and for fun but it isn’t important at all. its just another unhealthy coping mechanism and gets misused too often in hui’s perspective of it.

what are their biggest turn on and turn offs? thigh kissing, neck biting, manhandling smh i dont think hui really has any turn offs other than super weird shit like watersports *pukes* and for softer turn ons, they like someone who knows how to be loyal and respectful. hui isn’t exactly pristine and not entirely a ray of sunshine either but they are attracted to people like that (although they are a sucker for a bad boy)

does your muse find it easy to make friends? very, hui is charismatic and extroverted at its extreme so they’re kinda like a puppy it can be annoying but mainly you can’t help but be charmed and once you fall into being their bud, thats it, u done for life.

how important is friendship to them? fairly, they have jeaki after all who they absolutely adore. its all platonic but jeaki is their always best friend and they would definitely lie down their life for him so yeah even though they’re new and still making them. they value friendship the most.

quantity or quality of friends? quality

how important is family? complicated one. i think hui thinks it is important even though they haven’t been blessed with a good one, the whole reason hui’s family broke down was due to dysfunction and miscommunication. they think if a family is valued and constructed healthily then yes its important.

are they close to their family? why or why not ? hui is not good with their family at all, abusive mother and missing dad but to be honest hui does admire their dad, they wish they knew more about him because they think they would’ve had a lot in common with him. yeah he ran off with another man and left hui’s mum but hui thinks if their mom had been a more supportive decent partner, their dad could’ve been a good one.

headcanons

before shit went crazy and daddy left, hui and their mom actually had a really good relationship and she helped them balance their gender-fluidity and be comfy in it massively, was super supportive and put everything in motion.

hui doesn’t blame their dad for walking out or think what he did was wrong, in his fathers situation hui can make an exception for the fact the way he left hui’s mother wasn’t clean cut as it should be.

hui adopts a load of animals from the care shelter he works at, but his best bud and one he’s had longest is minki and he is adOrable you’ll see soon that hui never fUCkin shuts up about him and posts about him 24/7. he dont need no men.

the reason they don’t model anymore is actually very *taps nose, sips tea* spicy, there was some serious shit going on behind the scenes but they would be interested in doing it again if the industry wasn’t the way it is.

this little shit is such a feminist and actually really wants a cute soft boyfriend sobs

has never been to a pride and aches to bc u know they’d own that shit and go all out with the glitter and rainbow

WHY ISNT HUI A CAM BOY ANYMORE I WONDER??? *SIDE EYES SIDE EYES* i aint telling you that one but he isn’t anymore and there is a spicy lil reason behind that too.

this bih has a lot of secrets from their past, mainly bc they making a fresh start as the person they always wanted to be which life previously held them back from.

#seoultask #doing this reminded me of why i love hui sm as a muse im shOoketh #ive been sleepin on my boi more than i thought

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kcnko-blog · 7 years ago

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A REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @nuagcnfant TAGGING. anybody idc

FULL NAME : Oda, Haruhide NICKNAME // ALIAS: Hide AGE : 24 BIRTHDAY : 3 March ETHNIC GROUP : Asian NATIONALITY : Japanese LANGUAGE / S : Japanese, English ( VERY LITTLE ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION : ??? ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : ??? ( note, these two are up in the air currently ) RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single CLASS : High Class HOME TOWN / AREA : Tokyo, Shibuya Ward CURRENT HOME : A small flat in the Shinjuku district of Shibuya PROFESSION : Judo instructor. Often acts as a confidant of NOBUICHI on clan and family matters.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Bleached blond, bangs hang down in the right side of his face, while the left side is tucked behind his ear. His hair is curled at the ends. EYES : Dark brown in color, often compared to “cat like” in shape FACE : Sort of rounded, but not completely LIPS : Soft and plump, not typical of “masculine” facial features COMPLEXION : Very pale BLEMISHES : Skin is rather soft, but, has scars and regular bruises all over his arms and legs. Has a mole on the base of his neck that is often hidden by his clothing SCARS : small scars here and there, not many are too prominent TATTOOS : Nope HEIGHT : 4′10″ WEIGHT : 90 lbs. BUILD : Average, sort of on the skinny side, but, has slightly toned muscles from his lifestyle FEATURES : his face has a permanent grumpy look on it ALLERGIES : allergic to dogs USUAL HAIR STYLE : messy and unbrushed. usually doesn’t care for it much USUAL FACE LOOK : grumpy USUAL CLOTHING : If he’s not working, he usually wears a mixture of oversized sweatshirts and hoodies, with jeans or shorts. he does’t care much about his appearance

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : being alone, being abandoned, spiders ASPIRATION / S : None POSITIVE TRAITS : Careful, calculating, strong, persistent, organized, bright NEGATIVE TRAITS : Cold - hearted, grumpy, sarcastic, insecure, distant ZODIAC : pisces TEMPERAMENT : choleric SOUL TYPE / S : Warrior VICE HABIT / S : Pushes people away before they can push him away VIRTUES / VICES: Though he struggles with it, he does nice things for his friends and family, even if it’s like pulling teeth to get him to admit to it. FAITH : Shintoism GHOSTS ? : Yes AFTERLIFE ? : Yes REINCARNATION ? :Yes ALIENS ? : No POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : None EDUCATION LEVEL : College. Majored in international business to help Nobuichi out, as well as maintain his own Judo related business.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Oda Nobunari ( DECEASED ) MOTHER : Oda Iwahime SIBLINGS : honestly he has like 5 siblings and most of their abouts are on haru’s blog found in her navigation. It’s too much work trying to paste them all here. EXTENDED FAMILY : tons of cousins. NAME MEANING / S : 陽英 ( haruhide ) fine sun. 陽 ( haru ) meaning light or sun 英 ( hide ) meaning fine or excellent. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : None

FAVORITES.

BOOK : hates reading MOVIE : doesn’t watch much ( last movie he watched was Crows Zero ) 5 SONGS : fxxk it, bang bang, sukiyaki, all i wanna do, my eyes adored you. ( i literally just used my shuffle ; ) HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH : December ( bc of christmas ) SEASON : winter PLACE : Dojo WEATHER : Snowy weather SOUND : The sound of bamboo swords hitting each other SCENT / S : Sweat ( thats rlly gross hide wtf ) TASTE / S : Salty foods FEEL / S : Warm skin ANIMAL / S : Rabbits NUMBER : None COLORS : Pink

EXTRA.

TALENTS : pissing people off naturally BAD AT : keeping relationships TURN ONS : muscles, not being in charge, tight hugs, soft touching TURN OFFS : flab, being put in charge, coldness, being ignored HOBBIES : Training TROPES : Badass Adorable; Cute Bruiser; Pint-Sized Powerhouse; ( literally just ... his whole trope his hime being cute and young but really a fucking asshole that’ll kick everyones ass even his own ) AESTHETIC TAGS : Pink, soft aesthetic, but also judo, martial arts, kendo GPOY QUOTES : “Don’t fuck with people who have lost everything, because they have nothing left to lose.” ( what the fuck is gpoy ??? am i missing smthn here ?? )

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Hirono Keita & Hanao ( Nise x Koi Boyfriend ) ALT FC / S : Kento Yamazaki OLDER FC / S : ;;;; YOUNGER FC / S : Souma Momiji ( Fruits Basket ) VOICE CLAIM / S : tba GENDERBENT FC / S : tba

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : Loli Zero; meaning he gives zero fucks and kicks everyones ass ( this is sarcasm this was a hard question and idk the answer ;; )

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : It’d start out with a soft, almost lullaby - like melody at the beginning ( mainly it’d have an “entrance” from Trumpets n high brass but after it’ll be mostly high winds with the melody carried by the clarinets n an oboe solo in there ), it slowly builds up into a melancholic, dark - ish undertone melody with loads of minor chords to signify the darkest time in his life ( being bullied relentlessly and being “abandoned” by his brothers ). it end big, but melancholic, almost like there’s something missing. (( can you guys tell i was a music student ? ))

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : Well kizcku ( haru, his little sister ) was my main blog for so long and i heavily started developing the npcs in her life and i just really .... like the “boy lolita that is actually an asshole” trope i gave him and i really wanted to write it

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4 : just all the development ive been putting into the family

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : god hes a really big asshole? like seriously i dont care how cute he is i just want someone to make him cry and change his fucking WAYS

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : ;;;;;; we’re short. thats it.

Q7 : how ��does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : he hates me bc i hate him

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : other assholes. put this little shit in his place.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : fuck idk i just get random things and feelings. im a fickle person

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : HOURS. THANKS AIDEN

#( about. )#( headcanons. )#( jesus christ im glad thats over )

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ararxtsner-blog · 8 years ago

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{ okay, so I have lots and lots of thoughts on plots so Imma just make a list of them– if anyone wants to do one with either muse, tell me, please! (Note some are NSFW in multiple ways, I’ll mark each!)

Any:

Barista that writes cute pickup lines on his cup every day and he doesn’t notice at first, but then does and depending on the muse depends on what they do whether it's joked about it to the cashier or just sit as close to the counter as they can to frustrate them or get embarrassed and flustered bc the barista is cute!!

Rhyt:

NSFW ; He’s used to being the dominate person despite being a giant goofball, and he needs someone to teach him that he isn’t. Like, he needs someone more intelligent and has such a silver tongue that they can break the horned god into doing their bidding. Someone that can make him literally so aroused just by a few choice words and their appearance and he doesn’t understand why he isn’t able to bend them to his will.

Rhyt with his 80000000 piercings and leather pants and jackets and overall delinquent look and deep voice that loves this one bakery’s strawberry shortcake so he goes in every single day to get it and every time they’re scared he’s there to rob them no matter how often he assures them he just really loves their shortcake then one day someone does try to rob them and Rhyt straight up knocks the dude out and goes back to his shortcake like nothing happened

Christmas plot where the other muse is invited to their family's Christmas party and shows up every single year without a date and is annoyed by the comments about how they'll be the crazy cat person and finally decide that the next person that walks through those doors they will ask to be their +1 but in walks Rhyt with his piercings and leather and bright orange hair and overall mischevious look and they instantly regret it but end up doing it anyways after building up the courage bc everyone else that's come through has a partner and they finally ask and Rhyt agrees just bc why not?? Then the day comes and Rhyt meets them just outside their family's house and holy you look different without your piercings and is your hair actually styled? And wow you look good in buttons ups and black jeans.

Alister:

if any of you have read my threads with him, he’s a grumpy, non-affection butt. Like, he literally doesn’t let anyone in bc he’s immortal and all that stuff and he doesn’t want to grow attached to anyone bc of that reason. The only reason he’s close to Rhyt is bc he’s a god and knows that if he dies, it’s going to be forever in the future. So I want a thread where someone comes along and breaks down his barriers, opens him up and becomes someone he legitimately cares for (not necessarily romantically, even just as a close friend or something akin to family), and they’re always getting in trouble so he’s always joking around that he’s going to isolate them so they can stop being beat up or robbed or whatever happens.

hear me out, age gap. Alister is 32 in his human vessel and freaking as old as the universe outside of it. Some little cutie that just turned 18 gets a crush on him and tries to always do something to strike up a conversation but every time they’re interrupted by something and they start to get discouraged and Alister actually starts to miss them and asks the regulars around if they know them and find out where they go to school at (college/high school whatever) and when they get ready to go home, TADAH Alister waiting at the gate to ask them why they haven’t been around and he’s just so intimidating without meaning to be and they’re so shy and awkward and stutter over every word and it actually makes Alister SMILE bc they’re adorable and eventually it just turns into a thing where every day after school Alister is waiting there and they go get coffee (or hot chocolate or tea or whatever the cutie likes) and he basically ends up spoiling them soooo much bc he enjoys their company and likes to make them happy. So like dad!Alister.

Alister loves flowers and there’s a flower shop he visits every weekend and he sees the florist with depression and self-harm scars so every day he picks out a specific flower and asks them to trim it really short and gives it to them by putting it behind their ear just to make them smile and he does this every single weekend no matter what and if they’re not the ones working the counter, he asks for them just to put the flower behind their ear.

Kieron:

this baby is depressed and everyone thinks he’s mental bc he’s always wailing when someone’s dying and disappearing and ends up in a mental hospital and ends up forming a type of bond with his doctor and every time someone in the hospital dies, he’s wailing and they start to piece everything together and realize that maybe he is what he keeps saying he is??? like is that possible?? and things just slowly get unraveled and kieron finally has someone that understands him a bit more bc no one other than alister really understands what he has to go through on a daily basis.

Cyril:

this little baby needs someone to baby him bc tbh his hyungs are butts. alister doesn’t do much other than feed him and give him somewhere to live, rhyt is just a butt bc he likes to poke fun at cyril’s height and how he’s so shy and kieron is just emotionally not caring bc he’s always depressed and emalia is too busy with her online profile and sylas just doesn’t like him bc he’s the descendant of someone that did something terrible and he needs like a person that could just take care of him and spoil him; like a sugar daddy kinda but not with the sex (unless it evolves into that bc it’s okay then).

Emalia:

NSFW ; hear me out: sugar daddy/mommy bc she loves clothes and stuff and she can do with getting paid for having sex with them and getting to spend time with them even if she’s internet famous for her fashion and makeup and stuff and doesn’t care who finds out about it.

she’s got a ton of fans on her youtube and twitter and instagram bc of all the tutorials and stuff she does, and she’s always getting dms but one day someone messages her that she’s actually kinda drawn to and actually responds to them and forms like a bond over the internet and turns out it’s someone she’s met before but dismissed bc she didn’t think much of them even though it was years ago (maybe like a “you were ugly in hs but now you’re hot and wtf?? how did i not notice you all these years???)

Sylas:

THE ONE HUMAN HE LIKES. Like Sylas HATES humans with a complete and utter passion, he was one of the archangels that wanted to kill them all whenever they could get the chance to bc he viewed them as a burden and literally didn’t want them around bc all of them have just a tiny bit of demonic blood in them and he hates demons too, so yeah. but there’s that one human that he can’t help but feel attached to even though he tries to not show it at all no matter how hard he tries. So there’s Sylas that’s normally all straight-faced and serious and can’t stand anything at all, but he tries to fit in just a little by eating human food with them and tries to not smile when he sees them or laugh at their corny jokes or hug them when they’re cold bc that’s not him wtf???

#ᴡɪsʜʟɪsᴛ { PLOTS }

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