#trash [drabbles]

[littlebirdy-bat]

thinking about... soft protective Jason

His eyes fluttering around the room until they lock on your figure. He will always find you. Quick strides take him over to your side, where he belongs, he thinks.

The "call me when you get home safe" texts, that he never fails to send when you're out. On the other end of the line, he is glued to his phone, waiting in anticipation for your contact to fill his screen and sooth his worries. He's not someone who needs reminders of the dangers of the city.

The soft, "I love you"s whispered into a kiss, after a particularly stressful patrol. With this alone, you know something has happened close to home, but you don't need to know what right now. You stay locked in his embrace, arms snaking around to hold your boy tight.

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !! specific hair type mentioned

Js thinkin’ about Drug dealer! Trailer trash! Anakin…

I can imagine you’re outside smoking a cigarette in your pretty pink nightgown, curlers all pinned up, your fluffy house shoes pressing against the damp summer ground. You’re sitting down on the front steps of your trailer as you listen to Anakin and Padmē argue over and over. So much for a smoke break.

But then, with one last mean remark, Anakin is slamming his screen door and barreling down the steps in anger. Tattoos all over his arms, wearing jeans and no shirt or shoes…nipple piercings on full display. He stands in the grass and tries to calm himself down.

Your face flushes with heat as you see him, and you turn your head as if you hadn’t noticed him there. But his eyes lock on you, and he calms a bit. Hes always had a soft spot for you, his pretty young neighbor. Always chasing away creeps and helping you carry in your groceries, selling you pot that isn’t laced (‘you can’t trust the crackheads in this fuckin’ trailer park. Come to me if you ever need any shit like that, okay?’). You can’t deny the crush you’ve had on him for the longest time. You guess you’re just like your momma in that way— always going after men old enough to be your dad, men that you shouldn’t ever associate with. Men that are bad news.

Anakin sighs, jeans hanging low on his hips, and you try not to drool.

“Did you hear all of that?”

You give him a shy, timid smile. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet.

“A little. I’ve only been out here for five minutes, though.”

He hums, his eyes moving down to the cigarette in your manicured hand.

“Can I bum one?”

You nod, and the man walks over the short distance between your houses and sits down beside you. He smells like cologne, sweat, and a little bit of alcohol. Not in a bad way, though. It makes you practically dizzy with want, your thighs prsssing together as he lets out a small “thanks, dollface” as he reaches into your nightgown pocket and pulls out your half empty pack of Marlboros. He lights up, smoke billowing out of his nostrils as he exhales and leans back against your screen door.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I try not to yell, but..”

He shakes his head, as if it isn’t worth discussing. You knee bumps against his, and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I get it.”

His shoulders relax, his ring clad fingers skimming your thigh. He give you an amused smile as he sees the curlers in your hair.

“About to go to bed, grandma?”

You roll your eyes at his teasing, taking a long drag.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Mmm..” His hand comes up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. Your eyes widen, a flush coating your cheeks. “It’s cute, y’know. The way you always wear your hair like this at night.”

You struggle to find words, your lips parting with every breath. Anakin’s eyes light up, as if remembering something, and he reaches into his pocket.

“You still smoke?” He asks, a baggy of weed now in his palm. You say yes because it’s true, and invite him inside your house.

And of course, it isn’t long before he’s got you whining for him. A joint and a half later, your pussy is spread out on his cock as he takes you against your bedroom wall. He doesn’t fuck you on your bed— he says it’s hotter this way, taking you so desperately. He fills you up damn near perfectly, his face buried into your neck as he holds you up with his strong arms.

All the while, your curlers are falling out, house shoes halfway off your toes, your nightgown lifted up and slightly ripped from his roughness. Your loose, unfinished curls stick against your forehead as he pummels you, and he practically laughs in your face.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “Hair’s so messy, ‘s fuckin’ adorable.”

You cry from embarrassment, drooling all over his lips when he pulls you into a wet ‘n messy kiss. Your fingers card through his dyed black locks, lashes fluttering when he thumbs your clit.

“Oh!” You let manage to let out, slick pooling as you cream on his cock. “Ani, ani, feel s’ good…”

“Yeah?” He breathes, with jagged thrusts into your weeping cunt. “Cmon, dollface. Let the whole trailer park hear you. That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry

creds to @fuckmyskywalker for this amazing idea 🩷🩷

[sanjifucker42069]

Sanji x Reader drabble

Word count: 1.5k

I am so in love with this man. I have so many feelings about Sanji, about his past, about him hiding his anxiety. And yeah this is based on a scene from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries lol.

Sanji sees someone associated with his past, you calm him down. (Mild comfort, fluff, pre-timeskip, pre-relationship, no one is aware Sanji's a Vinsmoke by birth yet. Gender neutral reader)

It was a lazy day, the kind that makes Sanji's face stretch into a languid catlike grin. There were no pressing issues, no captain getting into the worst trouble imaginable, no swordsman annoying the shit out of him. Life was good. To top it all off, here he was, enjoying a drink in a small island pub with his favourite straw hat. 

Life was so good.

You had chuckled when he'd offered to buy you a drink as a thank you for joining him today. The sound was like wedding bells to him; loud, low, and one that made his heart race. He'd beamed at you when you'd agreed, pulling you into the nearby bar.

The two of you had been chatting for hours,  beyond comfortable with each other. It had been so good to be away from the others, just having your complete undivided attention. And soon enough, the sun was setting, the two of you too wrapped up in having fun to even notice.

You sighed. “I suppose it's time we got back, last thing we need is a search party looking for us.”

It was regrettable, but Sanji agreed. He'd s get the walk back with you, so win-win, really. With a flourish that made you smile, Sanji offered his hand, gently helping you out of the booth.

Life was good.

Or it would have been, had Sanji not seen it. A man. No, not just a man.

A Germa66 soldier

His blood ran cold. It couldn't be like this. No one knew his true lineage, and he was not about to ruin his whole life by telling you all! No. He couldn't let you know. Sanji could practically see how hurt you'd be, how he'd lied to you by omission. 

He'd finally gotten another family, he was not going to let some random soldier ruin it!

And besides, what was someone from Germa even doing here!? The implications made anxiety try to claw its way out of Sanji's chest.

You, unbeknownst to Sanji, were studying him. One second the two of you were giggling like lovestruck teenagers, the next he was frozen, eyes trained across the bar.

“Ji? You okay?”

Nothing. Sanji was still.

“Sanji!” You clicked your fingers in front of him. “Eyes on me. Nothing to worry about, ‘kay?”

The cook didn't move, still staring at the man across the room with palpable fear. You could practically taste the anxiety rolling off him in waves. 

“Just…someone from my past.” He managed to breathe out.

“And you're safe. Eyes on me. If you keep looking at him he's going to see you. Look at me.”

His shaking eyes regarded you for a second before wandering back to the soldier. You had no idea where they were from, or how they knew Sanji, but right now you didn't care. Based on how badly he was trying to cover up his fear, you were certain this was big. 

He didn't budge when you tried to direct him to you.

“Sanji!” You bit as quietly as you could. 

Sanji looked so scared, so helpless. It hurt your heart. Running out of ideas you cringed. You had one, but it wasn't exactly the best. But Sanji needed his crew right now. He needed someone to ground him.

With a speed you didn't often muster, you forced the tall man to look at you, hand cradling his chin. The fear was still apparent in his eyes, but ever the agreeable boy he stared in your eyes. You felt him startle when you wrapped your free arm around his neck. 

A small apology left your lips.

Before he could turn his attention back to panicking you pulled him down to meet you, kissing him softly. Using Sanji's shock to your advantage you spun the two of you so you could keep an eye on the man that had your friend so desperately afraid. 

Sanji gasped into the kiss, and for a moment you were worried he was going to push you back. His hands were thrust towards you, palms splayed. You braced yourself for the impact.

But it never came.

Instead you felt his strong arms encircle your waist, one travelling to clutch at your back, the other snaking to hold you closer against him. Sanji melted against your lips, a small noise of appreciation slipping out. 

Shit, he was a really good kisser. You fought the urge to close your eyes, to just give in and kiss the man silly, but you had a job to do. It felt wrong to kiss Sanji with your eyes open, but you trained your eyes on the man he was scared of. The soldier was exiting the pub with a beautiful woman, him eagerly leading her by the hand while she giggled.

Once they had left and the coast was clear you began to relax. You'd love to say you did the right thing and gently pulled back, but you didn't. Your eyes slipped closed as you kissed him with a passion that scared you, after all, when would you get another opportunity to kiss the man? Sanji clearly wasn't expecting it, if the cute little noise he made was anything to go off. You relished the feeling of his lips against yours. They weren't chapped, which surprised you, both living on the sea. But, you supposed, if anyone was going to take care to make sure his lips were soft and kissable, it'd be Sanji. 

You wish you could convey all your thoughts and feelings in the kiss; you're safe, you're loved, I'll follow you wherever.

I love you.

Regretfully you pulled back, both for air and out of guilt, you'd certainly taken advantage of the situation. Sanji chased your lips for a second before coming to and straightening. His beautiful eyes on yours in a moment, you watched him sigh, a more relaxed air about him. His eyes swept across the pub floor, anxiety rising when he couldn't find the soldier. You grabbed one of his hands, rubbing soothing circles into the top of his palm. Sanji's eyes snapped down to yours.

“He's gone.” You smiled warmly up at him. Sanji looked dazed, making you smile stretch to a grin. “He left about two minutes ago. It's okay Ji.”

Sanji wanted to say a thousand things, to thank you, to sing you praises, to cry and hold you close, thankful of your protection. Instead all he managed out was;

“You kissed me.”

You felt a light blush stain your cheeks, pointedly looking away from him. Sanji wanted to scoop you up and kiss you silly, you looked so cute when bashful.

“I needed to distract you, you were panicking.” You pouted dropping his hand, with narrowed eyes you snapped your gaze back to him. “Besides, you kissed me back.”

Staring up at Sanji took your breath away, he was regarding you with such genuine warmth. The intensity of his stare made you uncomfortable, and you made a move to excuse yourself. Sanji gently scooped your hand up, and held it against his chest between his hands. You blushed, looking up at him completely dazed.

“Love.” He paused. “(Name), I- thank you. You're so good to me.” Another pause, before he hammed it up. “And to experience a kiss from such a beauty? You're truly an angel fell from the heavens.”

He shot you such a cheeky smirk, his eyes sparkling, but you knew better. Sanji was a sweetheart, and yeah he could be a pervert, and a ladies’ man, and just a tad overdramatic, but he definitely played it up to protect himself. The feelings were hanging in the air unspoken; love, dedication, thankfulness. But it wasn't the time for that, neither of you wanted to have your hearts broken, brave on the battlefield does not always mean brave in love. But still, that stupid charming grin had you, hook, line, and sinker.

“Well my dear, if you ever need to distract me again...” He relished the laugh that escaped you. You pat his chest and moved your hand to delicately cradle his cheek.

“I'll make sure to keep that in mind. You might wanna watch yourself though, or you'll never pry me off you.”

Sanji chuckled, lovestruck. “Oh no, what a shame! You know I'm feeling kinda-”

You lightly swatted him on the cheek before he could finish, flustered but on cloud nine. “Alright loverboy, c'mon.”

“One more kiss?” He pouted, that boyish charm captivating you. He grinned when you pulled him down for a kiss.

You had aimed for a quick peck, but Sanji held you in place, peppering you in kisses as you giggled. He placed a last kiss on your lips, melting as you crushed him against you and kissed back with fervor. You pulled back with an audible smack.

“Wow.” He whispered, relishing in the love in your eyes.

“Now, c'mon, for real this time, handsome.”

You two didn't need to audibly say it right now, it was obvious you to regarded each other highly. The right day would come. 

[lovelybucky1]

warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol consumption, substance use, mentions of partner sharing, mentions of unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI

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au made in part by the wonderful @fuckmyskywalker

trailer trash!anakin who would do anything to put a smile on your face. he can’t afford flowers, but he has no qualms about plucking some from your neighbor’s garden to hand to you at the door.

trailer trash!anakin who looks a few years older than he is from the years of smoking and drinking and some harder substances that he doesn’t tell you about

trailer trash!anakin who sleeps on a mattress on the floor with unwashed sheets pulled up from the corner

trailer trash!anakin who invites all of his friends over to drink and gamble and loses his money because he got too drunk and has too much pride to fold when he should

trailer trash!anakin who has to gamble other things because he ran out of money and his friends all have their eyes on the young piece of ass he keeps around

trailer trash!anakin who punches his dickhead friends in the face for making passes at you.

trailer trash!anakin who has a black eye, split lip, and bloody nose from the fight but the other guys are worse off. they all have records so none of them will press charges because they know how it’ll go

trailer trash!anakin who kisses you sloppy and dirty despite how it hurts his bruised face because fights make his blood pump and you’re his favorite outlet

trailer trash!anakin who fucks you through said mattress until your back pain won’t just be from the shitty bed

trailer trash!anakin who cums inside of you while muttering about how he owns you because he doesn’t want you to get any ideas about running off with his friends

[cxvii666]

part 2 🫡

"so i take it you two have met before?"

"yes!"

"no."

ino takuma turns to you, with a irritatingly cute half smirk on his face as you pointedly focus on ignoring him.

"no? really?"

you resist the urge to roll your eyes and give nanami kento, your superior a tight smile.

"we uh, we were at the academy at the same time."

in a room full of your seniors and underclassmen you so hoped he wouldn't be here but, as always, luck was on your side.

you had left tokyo and moved to kyoto to begin training under utahime iori immediately after graduating, trying to obtain a grade one rank as a sorcerer. it had been a gruelling two years as utahime, while a mostly a sweetheart, was not an laidback teacher. which, of course was to be expected, i mean as semi grade one sorcerer she could be insanely harsh and uncompromising. this was great for your development for your cursed technique and overall control of cursed energy but not so great for, what had been, something of a blossoming relationship between you and ino.

you had gotten over him, mostly (not at all), but seeing him again, after he had grown out his hair and had a growth spurt and was smiling at you in that cute boyish way that he did back in the day-

MEANT NOTHING! ahem. didn't matter as you weren't here to see him. you were in tokyo on business.

utahime had been called in by some of tokyo's higher ups to deal with a the influx of high grade cursed spirits due to the presence of sukuna's vessel and had had you tag along with her as support.

'not that she needed it,' you thought to yourself looking around at those in the room.

you didn't doubt the current tokyo first and second years would out rank you had they enough field experience. paired with the presence of nanami kento and his 'apprentice', you were sure the tokyo sorcerers could have had this handled but the fact that utahime had chosen to bring you here amongst such high level sorcerers meant you had an opportunity to prove yourself. and you would not let a childhood relationship ruin that.

but ino, on the other hand was absolutely kicking his feet at the chance to see you again. as soon as he heard that utahime was going to be there with 'one of her younger associates' he'd asked (begged) nanami to let him 'assist him'. nanami had been skeptical at the time but he had just assumed that ino had wanted to show off to his underclassmen. but now looking at the two of you together he began to connect the dots.

......

"oh my god, takuma you gotta stop."

"you smell so good."

"fucking creep."

"you love it."

you stiffle a giggle as he works his nose up your neck, behind your ear and takes a deep inhale. fuck he missed you so much you have no idea. you sigh contentedly as his hands snake up the inside of your shirt and he starts leaving light kisses on the skin behind your ear.

ino has you pressed up against, you're not even sure, some wall of some corridor in one of the many halls of the tokyo's jujutsu high school, both of you buzzing with adrenaline after a job well done.

"you gotta stop before one of the students see us."

he closes his eyes as your hand snakes it's way up his back and grips his hair tightly making him whine quietly.

"fuck babe, i don't care, let them."

his kisses grow teeth and he grazes them across the lobe of your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck to hide a groan as you yank on his hair.

"yeah, what if your precious nanami comes by?"

ino lets out a sigh of dissatisfaction before retracting his hands from shirt and taking your hands in his.

"how long are you in town?" he asks you, biting his lip gently, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

you drop his hands, "i'm supposed to go head back after this-"

he starts to pout but before he can say anything else you cup his face with your hands and smile softly at him.

"but for you, i suppose i could stay the night."

big up to myself for always adding unnecessary detail, we love to see it 🙏🏾‼️

lol my first official tumblr drabble dedicated to my underrated king 😏😈

[ghostofthejungle]

Do we all agree that Zuko and Sokka can’t take a bath/shower together for the sake of it ‘cause the first sets the water at the highest temperature ever conceived by a human being, while the second recreates the Southern Pole into the bathtub ‘till stalactites hang from the ceiling?

[weirdsht]

Imagine Cale being with someone that is strong enough to help him but the damn problem is that they tower over him. A 5 inches if you will, how would that work?

Cale with someone stronger and taller than him

so basically more than half his group rn?

okay let's assume you're already part of his group, he'll still be wary of you

have you seen how he views strong people? It's either vicious (Choi Han) or an idiot (Toonka, Indomitable Ruler, etc.)

so yeah you have to work hard to reverse his perception of you (I would say it's easy if you're smart but um we all know Bud Illis...)

anyways! how about when you're together?

sometimes you'll intimidate him

especially when you accidentally tower over him at the most random times

but it's alright, he knows you mean no harm

it's not your fault you're freakishly tall (in his opinion)

if you're physically strong too then prepare to become a human carriage

you'll have to carry Cale a lot of time, especially during battles

speaking of battles

he trusts you

he'll worry a bit ofc but overall he knows you're strong enough to handle whatever mission he assigns you to

sometimes enemies will be like "well that's Cale's s/o surely it'll be his weakness" and try to go after you

Cale just laughs at them because he knows you can take of it even before he even hears of the situation

overall he feels his mind is more at ease when he's with you during battles

now back to something more domestic and that height of yours

whenever you're sleeping on the same bed you'll be the big spoon, he won't take no for an answer

sometimes when his super tired from doing whatever and you're sitting on a comfy chair he'll just slither where you are and lie down on you

curl up even, like a cat on your lap

when he first did this the children (except On) became concerned

but now they're use to it

power couple in public

especially during formal gatherings where Cale has his Dominating Aura on

your intimidating tall build and his presence? no one will dare to even approach

i low-key think it'll be funny if you turn out to have golden retriever energy

but that's up to you

oh Cale will use your height to scare off people he doesn't want to interact with

"yeah when we get there just stand behind me and make eye contact for 5 seconds"

Cale loves it!

he may or may have not tried using it on Alberu one time

to which the crown prince just laughs while handing you a cookie before assigning another job to Cale

all in all aside from the occasional heart attacks, Cale loves your height and you being strong

please just stop sneaking up behind him, he feels his lifespan shaving off every time you do

[starrylevi]

Levi is one of those “ I don’t want a pet ,” people . Until you come home all wide eyed and holding what has to be the ugliest cat he’s ever seen .

He claims he hates the thing , calls it a bastard . But some days when you are coming home if you are quiet you can hear him inside talking to it . Having whole conversations with this cat .

“ I know , I miss them too .”

“ Mreor “

“ Mm ,, we need to trim your nails soon .”

“ mrrp .”

No because you’re so right!!! He would treat this cat better than he treats himself! They would have the healthiest food, the best toys, the comfiest lounge spots!!

Here’s a short but cute little Drabble ♥️

——-

“What is this?”

“He was tearing up all of our shit so I had to get him a scratching post.”

“This is more than a post, Levi.” You say with bit of a snicker as you gesture to miniature cat castle.

Levi shrugs. “It was the only one they had in stock.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Look it up yourself then.” He challenges you.

“I bet not every pet store was sold out of a scratching post.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

He narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms. “You’re the one who wanted this dumb cat.”

“Hey, he’s not dumb!” You frown.

A soft meow cuts your conversation short.

“Tch.”

“What is it?”

“He’s hungry and I just fed him.” Levi bends down scoops the kitty up as if he weighs nothing before making his way to the kitchen with the feline friend.

“So you’re going to give him more food?” You ask as you follow behind him.

“He has snacks.” Levi briefly turns his head towards you as he answers.

“Hm. I didn’t get him any snacks.”

“I know.” He carefully places the kitten beside the kitchen cabinet. “I did.”

You try to hide a smirk as you see him open up a bag of treats before placing a few down on the ground. “Alright now, don’t get too greedy.” Levi mumbles as he softly strokes the back of the kitty.

“I think you like him more than I do.” You snicker as you watch him be so careful and tender with the kitten.

“Shush.”

[amarylliasky]

Number 20 is a companion piece to number 10! Enjoy:)

Rok Soo has a new friend. His friend’s name is Cale Henituse. Kind of a weird name, but who is he to judge? His friend invited him to dinner. It was the most delicious meal he’s ever had; even better than his mother used to make. His friend is a bit unusual and has a scary butler and chef, but he seems nice at least.

————

Rok Soo first met Cale after school one day a couple weeks ago. His uncle wouldn’t be back home until late that night, so he decided to wait it out before heading home and staying in his room for the night. If he was lucky, maybe he would find some food in the fridge that his uncle wouldn’t miss. Even if it was cold outside, it was still better than being in that dingy apartment where the only source of light was the small window facing another wall.

So he decided to get some fresh air and a little sun before going home. Unfortunately, it had started sprinkling by the time he made it to an empty park. Or one that he thought was empty. He had gone to that park specifically because all of the rich kids would have gone home with their drivers right after school, thus leaving the park completely empty, but that wasn’t the case that day.

Sneaking past the kid with the weird red hair was easy, even easier than sneaking past the strange men hiding behind some trees. They kinda scared him, but it seemed that they were only there to keep an eye on the boy, so Rok Soo didn’t think that they would pay him any mind.

He could not say the same for the kid.

He’d only been sitting behind one of the slides for a few minutes before he heard footsteps heading toward him. They were light and close together, so not that of an adult. Had the kid noticed him after all?

The kid stopped a a couple steps away from him, prompting Rok Soo to finally look at him. Huh. This kid had reddish brown eyes too?

‘No, that’s not what matters.’

The redhead had on some pretty expensive looking clothing, definitely one of the kids he’d see around this neighborhood. The question is, why would this rich young master talk to someone like Rok Soo? A dirty orphan like him was usually seen as disgusting to people like this red haired boy. Or at least, in his experience.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

The child was talking to him? What is he supposed to say to that? Is he actually asking, or is it metaphorical? Does the kid want him to leave? But the park is almost empty, and Kim Rok Soo isn’t doing anything except sitting under a slide.

Oh. He asked another question. What did he say?

He watched the kid’s gaze turn from confused, to contemplative, then to irritated, all in the span of five seconds. The kid opened his mouth, and Kim Rok Soo was suddenly reminded of why he doesn’t like to get noticed by the rich folks in this area.

“Do you know who I am? Who do you think you are to ignore me?” Oh. This entitled rich kid wants to pick a fight? Does he think that Rok Soo will be an easy target?

‘Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not in the best condition to be some spoiled young master’s latest prey.’

Just look down. They don’t like it when he talks back. The child will go away eventually. They always do.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there, but after some time, the boy spoke again.

He seemed…apologetic..? That’s new.

His name is what? Cale Henituse? Who names their kid after a leaf? His name also didn’t sound like the ones Rok Soo usually came across. Is he a foreigner?

Oh wait. He was supposed to introduce himself. It’s rude not to. Still looking at the ground, and not wanting to see the kid’s expression, he quietly introduced himself. “Kim Rok Soo.”

The kid, Cale, invited him for dinner? That can’t be right. Who would invite him anywhere? Let alone their perfectly clean house with their table full of delicious food fit for a fairytale prince. Rok Soo didn’t get it.

“If you want, we can let your parents know where you are going?” Flinch. Parents. He hasn’t had parents in years, but this kid doesn’t need to know that. “No thanks.”

He kind of hoped the kid gave up. Sure, it sounded good, but nothing in life is free. You have to pay for your meals, and Rok Soo wasn’t willing to pay whatever price the redhead would surely demand of him in the future.

…

…Maybe some things in life are free? The kid said it was free, right? And he was pretty hungry. And cold. Super cold. He almost wished he were back in his uncle’s apartment. Sure, the company could stand to be better, but his uncle wasn’t home. And it may not be comfortable, but it was at least a little warmer than outside. Whatever. This kid said it was free, and Rok Soo was willing to brave the potential consequences if it meant he got to be warm and have some good food in his stomach.

Besides, even if this was some weird sort of kidnapping or murder, then at least there would be no one to miss him.

———

He did say that it was alright if he was killed, but is there anyone who doesn’t have a fear of death? Cale Henituse’s butler is scary. Super scary. Rok Soo is almost sure that the middle aged man has killed at least a few people before. His smile is also extremely terrifying. So much so that he almost regrets accepting Cale’s invitation.

Almost. He was still super hungry and super cold, so that kind of outweighed any fear he might have. Besides, the man wouldn’t kill a kid in front of his charge….right..?

Rok Soo took a bath after the almost-as scary-as-the-butler chef urged him to wash up, but didn’t change into the clothes they set out for him. His uncle would no doubt ask where he got such nice clothes. He’d probably even ask Rok Soo to get money from the other boy, and when Rok Soo didn’t, he would get hit more. That’s how it usually goes. He’s stopped accepting things from strangers. There’s no need to make life harder for him than it already is.

The meal was delicious. The best he ever ate, even. He filled his belly with more food than he usually eats in a week. And even after some misunderstandings and rather awkward situations, Rok Soo can conclude that Cale is…not bad. His chef is also really talented.

Rok Soo seems to have a new friend named Cale. Although the child seems nice, his staff are rather terrifying, and Rok Soo can only hope that he doesn’t have to see much more of them in the future. Still, he wouldn’t mind coming over again if it meant that he could eat some good food. Even if Cale was a bit more talkative than he’s used to.

[heartsoji]

you sleepily whine incoherently at your boyfriend.

"riiiiiiiiiiiiiin" you whine, tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt.

he's sitting on the couch, watching his game on his laptop, analyzing the details of his playing whilst you laid across the couch, so tired you were stupid angry.

"if you're that tired, just go to bed." he answered, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen.

you groan. he knows full well that you can't fall asleep well when you're not in his arms, no matter how tired you are.

"lets go to sleeeeep. please?" you begged, stupid sleepy.

he chuckled slightly before giving you a small peck on your forehead, followed by a light flick in the same spot. "no."

you screeched tiredly. you were so done with him but you knew you wouldn't be falling asleep if he didn't sleep with you.

you give him your best puppy eyes and stare up at him innocently. "please?" you give your best shot at a cute, innocent tone.

"ew no. that was disgusting. never do that again." rin responds, his facial expression turning from amusement to disgust.

you were so sleepy. you screech incoherently up at him in an attempt to say something but you can't really find any words. he merely chuckles at your agony.

you couldn't deal with this anymore. you flopped your head into his lap, knowing that this was your best shot at getting some sleep. you leaned into his thighs and relaxed when you felt his hand play with your hair. before you knew it, you were sound asleep. this could've happened so much sooner if rin had just gone to sleep as per usual with you.

little did you know, he knew well his coach would yell at him if he didn't analyze his play, and he wanted to be with you just as much as you did with him.

he figured doing this was his best shot at multi-tasking.

[digenerate-trash]

HE/HIM Sirris | GN PC

It's 4 when Sirris lays his eyes on them for the first time. His nose is pressed to the window of his parents' car while they drive around the block. Sirris is looking at the tall temple building scaling every inch of it with his eyes until he sees them.

A regular child with dirt in their hair and scrapes on their elbows and knees. Dressed all in white as a Munk leads them around by the ear.

Sirris isn't a religious kid. He knows nothing about the temple or its practices but he swears he's seen an angel.

He's 8 when he sees them again. At a table at a community picnic, they're playing a game with a few other children and when you laugh it's like a chime. He goes over to the table immediately to try and make them laugh again.

They are a little loud for the shy boy but they include him in every game. They teach him rules and smile when he gets something right. By the end of the day, they are best friends lounging under a shady tree in the park

12 is the age he is when he runs into them in the hall. They're starting secondary together- it's the first time he goes to class with them. They chat in the halls and show off the book bags slung around their shoulders. Sirris can't stop looking at them. 

The whole day is spent with the two at each other's sides. Sirris doesn't know why but when he asks to hold their hand they say yes- it causes his face to blush bright red and he ends up chickening out.

16 is the year that Sirris decides to marry them. No matter how much their family will protest and how much potential his parents think he has. It's complicated sure. But he's sure he loves them. The only problem is their parents don't approve. Sirris isn't part of the church. He never attends he only comes over to pick up their child and distract them. 

But Sirris knows he can't let that stop him. He doesn't need to convince their parents to like him. He only has to convince his love that they're meant to be together. And as he pokes holes in every one of his condoms he has a feeling convincing them that they were meant to be together won't be too hard.

18. Their little Sydney is a year and a bit. Sirris teaches him to walk and smile. He teaches Syd how to speak and say "dada" but it doesn't make up for the giant hole left behind by his angel.

But at least Sirris still has a piece of them.

But Sydney is 18 now. He's soft-spoken and sweet. He attends the church and strives to make Sirris proud. 

And what does Sirris get as a reward? Well, one day Sydney walks into the library dragging you with him.

Now sirris isnt a religious man. 

He knows Little about the temple and its practices. 

but he swears he's seen an angel.

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(heavily inspired by this analysis by @comedi-anne

I am frothing at the mouth. Sirris is the most fucked up.)

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Jaybird screaming in the dead of night

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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“Hey Jay,” Zayne sang, slowly, menacingly, butchering ‘Hey Jude’, while swirling himself around the corner into the kitchen startling Jay. “Don’t be afraid.”

Jay, at the first notes of his name in rhyme, turned away from the counter and his dinner prep, his eyebrows raising in surprise and the hairs on his arms in alarm. Just hearing his name in song gave him many reasons to be afraid. He raised his chopping knife in an automatic response, just holding it out in front of him.

“Drop the knife,” Zayne said, now stepping forward and emphasizing his words with the click of his own knife, flicking it up, “Unless you want to compare which one is sharper.”

His kitchen knife might not be as sharp, but it was coated in onion juices. Not an experiment Jay wanted to engage in. With a loud clank, he dropped it in the sink, falling another step back.

Zayne kept advancing on him, slowly, backing him into the dark corner of the kitchen, talking and waving his knife about with every step. “So, I just bumped into your neighbour, downstairs. Or well, he almost fully crashed into me, really. So I shouted after him, holding the door open for him, ‘Hey, what’s the hurry?!’ And you know what he shouted back?”

Probably, yeah, Jay had an inkling of where this was going. And how it was now going to bite – stab – him in the arse. But he kept his mouth shut, dread stealing his voice and knowing Zayne would continue his terrorizing monologue anyway.

Which he did. “He said, ‘Sorry, I’m late!’. So I asked, ‘Late for what?!’” The conversational tone fell away as he leaned forward against Jay, one hand brushing against his, pinning him to the kitchen counter. “Work,” he breathed in Jay’s face. “He was late for work.”

Jay leaned back as far as he could, hands on the edge of the counter, arms bending. He tried to make a soft hum in feigned surprise, but it turned to a soft but sharp inhale as the knife was brought up in his face.

“You never told me he works night shifts,” Zayne crooned, brushing the flat of the knife over Jay’s jawline.

“I mean, it never really came u—”

“But then it all started making sense, you know. How you always tried to hold back on your screaming in the afternoon. And here I was, making an effort to keep the noise down at night…”

The knife fell away from Jay’s clenched jaw, dropped against his clavicle and disappeared under his collar. The cold sensation turned sharper, gradually pressing into his skin.

“Well, no need to worry about that now, you don’t have to hold back. He just left. You can scream as much as you want.”

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~Bonus~

Zayne leaned back and pulled the kitchen knife from the sink.

“What were you chopping?” he asked, turning the knife back and forth as if he could analyse what was on it (instead of, you know, looking back).

“Onions...”

“Hm.” He swiped his own blade over the knife as if sharpening it, making them sing a threatening tune together. “Do you think it stings in more than just your eyes?”

“You don't need onions to make me cry,” Jay tried to goad him into dropping the knife. He didn’t need a dual-wielding Zayne.

Zayne merely stared at him, eyes softening to a fond expression as he was mulling it over and the stupidity of Jay’s words hit him.

“You’re right,” he said, to Jay’s short-lived relieve. Then his tone shifted and he merely whispered: “I don't.”

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[mega-aulover]

Cider

So I was thinking about the this and that messages a lot of us got, thank you by the way Nony. Those were fun. It got me thinking about who initiated the relationship and how long it took just kept playing in my mind and in my head their first kiss...kind of was like this...PS this is T' territory verging on the M (no nudity just a hot kiss). All mistakes are sadly mine.

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The two year anniversary of the war was coming up. On the television one of Plutarch's many shows. Tonight's variety show had a puppeteer that had Peeta laughing.

Curled next to him on the sofa, Katniss couldn't help the joy she felt at the sound of Peeta's full body carefree laugh. She wanted to freeze this moment and store it in the annals of her mind. She sighed softly, feeling that flutter of happiness in her heart.

It wasn't easy arriving at this place of serenity.

In the beginning, it wasn't easy getting out of bed after a night of nightmares. It wasn't easy to do simple things like brushing your teeth or even bathing. But with Peeta's encouragement Katniss followed through the minutia. She too supported Peeta in the moments when his eyes became cloudy and he fought against programing the Capitol gave him. On those days she firmly held on to him as he gripped the back of a chair or screamed into a pillow.

In less than 24 months they had achieved a peaceful existence.

They grew back together intertwining their lives, becoming friends then a couple who lived together. Sharing one room and one bed.

Peeta was sipping his cider when the puppet on the screen said something funny and fluid sputtered out of his mouth.

"Oh man," Peeta said putting his cup down, his shoulders still shaking with mirth, and his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "I-" He held up his hands that were dripping with cider.

Katniss thought he looked so good. He'd gained weight, his arms were defined and muscular, and now he proudly sported a small paunch. As she sat there devouring him with her eyes, that whirling hunger she felt in the cave and on that beach roared to life and left her ravenous. Her eyes went to his lips that were wet and sticky with cider. Katniss couldn't recall the last time they'd kissed, when she leaned over, licking her lips once, before planting a kiss on his lips. Her hands curling around his face.

Peeta gasped and then moaned, when she licked his bottom lip and bit it lightly. His hands found purchase on her shoulders. When he kissed her back, Katniss made a high breathy sigh. His hands traveled up to the nape of her neck and his fingers tangled in her hair pulling slightly and she groaned as her body exploded in a thousand goosebumps.

The heat between them grew until it became too much Katniss pulled away. She noted she was sitting astride his lap now. When that happened she didn't know. She did know they were both out of breath.

"Katniss...are...I mean is this...are you okay?" Peeta panted.

"Yeah," she nodded firmly. She licked her lips tasting the cider.

"That was," Peeta said his cheeks now dark red.

"Yeah," Katniss grinned.

Peeta nodded closing his eyes.

She saw that he was processing what happened between them, Peeta was always the thinker while she shot first and asked questions later. "Do you want more cider?"

"Sure." Peeta leaned his head against the sofa.

Katniss stood up from his lap and sauntered to the kitchen, with both of their cups in hand.

Tonight was the beginning. Something within her had been unlocked and she refused to close it up, they would revisit this again, and again.

[thatonesillyducko]

A/N: There's no title for this I didn't realise this would fucking turn into a fic instead of just a brief scenario, but hey, enjoy my writing<3 WARNING: LONG ASS PARAGRAPHS

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In common room.. Keegan, Hesh, Logan, and Merrick were gathered around the conference table, discussing their latest assignment. The mission involved infiltrating a Federation base located in a Latin American country, the enemy soldiers were known to speak fluent Spanish (of course). As Americans, the group members themselves did not have proficiency in Spanish.

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"We have to be careful," Hesh said, his brow furrowed in concern. "We're not exactly fluent in Spanish, and that could pose a problem if we need to communicate in the field'' "Yeah," Keegan chimed in, his eyes flickering as he considered their situation. Merrick nodded in agreement, his mind already working on potential solutions. "We need a solution to this language barrier issue, or it could be a major liability in the field," he said. "What are our options?"

As the men thought their options for solving the language barrier issue, they all turned to look at each other before one of them spoke up. "Wait a minute…what about Jemíma?" Hesh asked, his face lighting up with realization. "She's Mexican, isn't she? She must speak Spanish fluently." (bitch, you dum man) The other men's faces lit up as they realized the potential solution to their problem and all their thoughts inevitably turned about Jemíma, the member of their team. "Yeah, you're right!" Logan exclaimed. "She's fluent in Spanish, so she could ". (you're a dummy too) "We could ask her for help, so she could be a valuable asset on this mission." Hesh laughed, looking at the others. "I agree," Merrick added, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Her linguistic abilities could prove incredibly useful in the field." "But we can't just ask her out of nowhere," Logan pointed out. "We need to approach this delicately. She's got her own duties and responsibilities, and we don't want to overstep." "Right," Hesh nodded in agreement. "We should approach and explain the situation to her."

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Jemíma was engrossed in her own little world, applying a fresh coat of red velvet nail polish with practiced ease. She hummed softly to herself, lost in the soothing rhythm of Mexican tunes that played in her mind. "Who's going to approach her?" Logan asked, looking at the others with a smirk on his face. "I will," Merrick said, a small smile on his lips. "She seems to be in a good mood, I think she'll be receptive to our request." The other men nodded in agreement, and Merrick took a step forward towards Jemíma. "Excuse me, Lieutenant" Merrick said gently, his tone respectful and polite. Jemíma looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she saw Merrick standing in front of her. "Oh, hello, Captain" she greeted him, a small smile on her face. "What can I do for you?" Merrick smiled back at her, appreciating her chill demeanor for now. (mfs are scared of her) "I have a favour to ask," he said, his tone earnest yet professional. "It's about our upcoming mission. We've identified a potential language barrier issue that we could use your help with." Jemíma raised an eyebrow in interest. "A language barrier issue?" she echoed, curious about what he was getting at. "What exactly do you need from me?" Merrick explained the situation, detailing the fact that the Federation soldiers they would be facing were all fluent in Spanish, while the team's were not. "Your ability could be a valuable asset to us in the field," he concluded, his expression hopeful. "I see…" Jemíma thought about this "Well, then I can start teaching you Spanish". She answered Merrick raised an eyebrow, surprised by Jemíma's quick response. "You would be willing to teach us?" he asked, a note of surprise in his voice. "Yes, of course," she replied, a small smile on her lips. "I can start teaching you some basic Spanish phrases and vocabulary that would be useful." Merrick smiled, impressed by her willingness to help. "That would be incredibly helpful," he admitted. "We could use any Spanish lessons you're willing to give us. But it's not just for us, it's for the mission too." Jemíma nodded, her expression serious as she understood the gravity of the situation. "I understand," she said. "Teaching you all some Spanish is the least I can do then I'm happy to do it," Merrick nodded in agreement, appreciating her sense of responsibility. He was impressed by how quickly she had grasped the importance of the task at hand. "Thank you, Jemíma," he said sincerely. "We appreciate your willingness to help us out."

That's when it starts. That day, the four men sat around the whiteboard, listening intently to her every word. However, Keegan had a bit of a distraction. Her voice, with its sultry Latina accent, seemed to wrap around him like a warm caress, sending a shiver down his spine and making his mind wander in deliciously inappropriate directions. He tried to focus on, but found his thoughts increasingly fixated on the way her voice made him feel. (FOCUS, SARGE) While the others listened intently, making notes and asking questions, Keegan found himself growing more and more distracted by the sound of Jemíma's voice. It was like a siren's call to him, drawing him in and making it increasingly difficult to think about anything else. His eyes kept wandering over to her, watching the way she moved and spoke, the inflection of her voice as she pronounced each word with perfect enunciation. (Who let me listen to Careless Whisper?)

After a lengthy period of the teaching, they received HOMEWORK *vine boom*, which was obviously a speaking skills test.

Back in their barracks, Hesh and Logan busied themselves with Duolingo (Walkers fr getting streaks a day. SPANISH OR VANISHED), Merrick studied diligently from the notes Jemíma had provided, and what about Keegan? He had a different approach in mind, instead of studying his notes or using a language app, Keegan had a smirk on his face as he thought about how he would approach the speaking test in a way that would hopefully not only impress Jemíma, but also catch her off guard. He knew that Jemima expected them to be diligently studying their Spanish, but wasn't interested in simply regurgitating memorized words and phrases. Instead, he intended to do something a little more creative and unexpected.As the others studied and prepared, Keegan knew that if he could show off his skills in a way that would catch Jemíma's attention, it might give him an opening to talk to her more personally. But how would he do it? He knew that Jemima was used to speaking to the others in Spanish, but he had something else...

・・★・・・・★ ・・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・★・・・・★ ・・ The day of the test has come, bitches. Let's see how they perform.

As each of the men took their turn to speak, Jemíma listened intently, evaluating their progress in Spanish. Merrick spoke clearly and confidently, his American accent still present but his grasp on his fluency. Hesh, on the other hand, struggled with an awful stutter, making it difficult for him to form coherent sentences. Jemima, unimpressed with his efforts, would often turn away and mumble "tsk tsk" as she listened to him. (Kick is recording him in the back, silently laughing he'll show the video to him later) Logan's turn came next, and he spoke similarly to Merrick, though he did stumble over some words in the middle. He was still able to string together still, he was at least more capable of speaking than Hesh (INSERT EARRAPE MLG SAD RIP VIOLIN, Justice for Hesh guys). Jemíma listened patiently as he tried to speak, nodding in approval as he demonstrated some level of linguistic progress. At last, Jemíma called on Keegan next, he realized that everyone was present and that the whole team was watching him. He had prepared something special for her, but now he was feeling self-conscious and preferred not to speak in front of the others.

"Uh, can I speak to you alone?" he asked, gesturing for Jemíma to follow him into the next room. Jemíma, unruffled by Keegan's request, replied firmly. "No, you can't," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "We're here to assess your speaking abilities, and that means doing it in front of the team."

Keegan's heart sank a little at her reply. He had hoped for a moment alone with her to say what he had planned, but Jemíma's firm response made it clear that wasn't going to happen.

"Please," he cajoled, his eyes flicking to the others before returning to hers. "I want to say something to you, but not in front of everyone else."

Jemíma raised an eyebrow at Keegan's pleading tone. She knew that he was desperate to say something to her in private, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to comply. "Why can't you just say it in front of everyone else?" she asked, her arms crossed across her chest.

Keegan sighed, realising that he wouldn't be able to speak to Jemíma in private as he had wanted. So, he decided to come up with a half-truth to buy himself some time. "Um, the thing is…" he began, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I kind of… didn't really study last night. I was… too tired and didn't really get to it." (It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up)

Jemíma's expression darkened at his confession. "You mean to tell me that you didn't prepare at all?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Keegan winced at the tone of her voice. He hadn't meant to cause any annoyance, but he had to think fast. "I know, I know," he said hurriedly. "It's just-- that I've been… distracted lately. I just couldn't focus on studying. I tried, but… I just couldn't c-cconcentrate." But her expression grew even more exasperated as Keegan continued to make excuses for his lack of preparation. "Distracted, DISTRACTED?" she repeated incredulously, her voice dripping with disbelief and eyes narrowing as she looked at Keegan.. "You couldn't even find the time to study because you were 'distracted'? Really?"

Keegan swallowed nervously, feeling the heat of her gaze and weight of her disapproval. He knew he fucked this up bad but he tried to explain himself anyway. "I know it sounds bad," he admitted, his voice apologetic. "But I really was distracted. I just had a lot on my mind and couldn't focus on studying." Jemima rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his excuse. "Distracted by what, exactly?" she asked, her tone sharp. "What was so important that you couldn't manage to study for five minutes?"(Jemíma don't scare him :( ) Keegan felt like he was being interrogated on the witness stand. "Uhh..umm..," he mumbled, averting his eyes from hers. Jemíma's frustration was building, and she raised voice was sharp and her tone stern as she scolded Keegan. "QUÉ? Cat got your tongue?" she asked incredulously. "You cannot even finish your sentence? Vamos, stop being so vague and just spit it out!" (Get rekt Sarge, this is what happens when you test her) But Keegan remained silent, knowing that he had no good excuse. He just stared down at the floor, his mouth closed tightly shut.

Jemíma took a breath, her irritation was building, but her frustration soon gave way to a different kind of emotion. "Do you even realize how frustrating it is to have to translate everything I say in my head before I actually say it?" she ranted. "I have to think in Spanish first, and then translate that thought into something you can understand in English. And here you are, not even bothering to study or learn the language." Jemíma continued, her voice rising with anger ."To have to watch people laugh because I'm struggling to express myself in a foreign language? You should try speaking in my shoes for just one mile and see how frustrating it is!" Keegan felt a pang of guilt at her words. He hadn't even considered the effort she had to go through just to communicate with them. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I didn't really think about it that way. I know I should have studied more, and I appreciate everything you're doing for us." "Do you even comprehend how intelligent I am in Spanish?" Jemíma retorted. "Of course, you don't because you've never bothered to learn. It would be a pleasant change to have a conversation with someone in my own language here on base for ONCE!"

With that, she walked out, slamming the door behind her which caused the team to close their eyes for a moment and then open due to the sound. Her outbursts surprised them; they had never seen her this angry and hurt. They exchanged slow glances before turning to Keegan, he stood there feeling like he had just been slapped across the face. He knew he had made a mistake but had never known how deeply he had hurt her. He felt a pang of guilt and regret as he realized that he had taken her for granted.

With a heavy heart, he made a vow to himself to learn Spanish, not just for the sake of the rest of the group, but for Jemíma as well. He wanted to apologize and make things right with her, and he knew that learning her language was a good place to start.

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After Jemíma had stormed out, she retreated to her Lieutenant's office. She back leaned against the desk, taking deep breaths and attempting to compose herself. The anger that had fuelled her earlier had since faded away, leaving only a feeling of exhaustion and frustration in its wake. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to push away the thoughts of Keegan. A slight knock on the door caused Jemíma to respond with her usual come-in. As Keegan entered the room, she looked up as the door creaked open, eyes flicked up to meet his. He stood there, looking guilty and sheepish, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his presence. She said nothing, her expression stoic. Nevertheless, she managed to keep her expression neutral as she gestured for him to come in further. "What is it?" she asked coolly. Keegan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. He knew he had messed up, and he wanted to apologize, but the words died on his lips as he looked at her.

"Listen, I'm sorry," he repeated, his apology sounding sincere. "I never really thought about how hard it must be for you to speak English all the time. I've been a jackass, and that's on me." "You have no idea," she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. Keegan's tone now turned serious as he spoke. "Please, just listen to me," he implored. "I know I messed up, and I've been a total jerk. But please, let me try to make it up to you."

Jemíma expression softened a little at Keegan's change in tone. She could tell that he was genuinely remorseful, and she found herself reluctantly interested in what he had to say. "I suppose I can give you a chance to explain yourself," she said slowly, her tone still slightly guarded. Keegan finally got a chance which he didn't want his moment ruined that he had prepared eagerly special planned for Jemíma, something wanted to say to impress her. So he took a deep breath and-- In his broken Spanish, Keegan confessed his love for her, "Quiero decirte que te amo" his American accent heavily tinged in that Spanish. Jemíma breath caught in her throat as she listened. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and her lips parted slightly as she took in the sound of him attempting to speak her language. "en todos los idiomas,...tú Saber?"

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There was a pause, and Jemíma had to blink after hearing. Although his accent has its flaws, yet is totally understandable

"Ayy Keegan, I love it! Now you sound like a stupid one, gringo!" Jemíma laughed as she walked right up to him and gave him a tight hug. Keegan couldn't help but chuckle at Jemima's affectionate insult. Her giggle was infectious, and he found himself grinning broadly as she approached him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. (Keegan you fuckin' and lucky bastard, YOU ACTUALLY IMPRESSED HER--)

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his chest as he savoured the feeling of her in his arms. "I told you I'd learn it, didn't I?" he teased, his voice affectionate. Jemíma looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with laughter and affection. "You did," she agreed, still smiling. "But I have to admit, your accent is still ridiculously bad." Keegan chuckled again, pretending to look offended. "Hey, cut me some slack, will ya?" he protested. "I've only been practicing for a couple days. I'm not going to sound like a native overnight." Jemíma smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, I know," she teased. "I wouldn't expect a gringo like you to ever sound like a real Spaniard."

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[salaapaoo]

I have prompt for you (⁠☞ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)⁠☞

(well, I think it counts as a prompt?)

Cale. We love him. Cherish him. Wish for him to heal but suffer at the same time.

I had this idea where sometimes, Cale wants to tell his family things. So he speaks his confessions in a different language.

At first, he says meaningless things like, "I like the color of your fur," Or "your scales are very smooth." But sometimes, he'll say something like, "I like your eyes because they are full of life. They are very different from mine." And refuse to elaborate

Ron will walk into his room to give him tea and Cale will look up from his book and speak about just how much he appreciates Ron and he will say it so earnestly that Ron wants to know what it was.

Cale looks up at a dining room full of conversations and laughter and will speak of just how scared he is to lose this.

Confessions to no-one but himself, I suppose?

Thank you for this ask!!!! i love prompts! I really enjoyed this because i've been in a bit of a slump lately so this honestly helped a lot hehe :> This turned out longer than i thought??? I might post it to ao3 as well because it's almost at 2k?? If i do, I'll link this ask to it as well !!

this is such a cute concept !!! i hope you like this :>

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Before anything else, he had learned to equip himself with words first, piling word upon word to form a barrier to keep others from wandering too close. He learned to structure his sentences in order to garner respect from those around him, all the while maintaining a cold politeness that drew lines that were never to be crossed. In all honesty, he doesn’t remember a time he’s ever allowed himself to erase that line. He’d spent years staring at the daunting line he’d drawn by himself, too afraid to scuff it from the sand. It was too late, he’d tell himself, moving on to try to convince himself that it’s better off to not get too close.

(There were only two people who managed to breach that gap on their own, pulling him right into their orbit with ease).

Now, though, he’d gained so many people who he’s grown to love so dearly- so many people that he wishes he were able to soften his walls and allow himself to be vulnerable around. But habits are hard to change and his fears are too deep rooted to ignore. Cale wished to tell everyone how much he loved them and how grateful he was to have them in his life, but no matter how many times he opened his mouth, the words never came out right. It felt as though a dam stood in his way, tall and sturdy after years and years of reinforcement. A dam that he had built to protect himself from floods, now refusing to budge, leaving him to suffer in drought. His mind was constantly overflowing with his adoration for them, but no words would come when summoned.

(He was scared. This – the chance to finally be vulnerable - was too new, too unfamiliar. Cale was scared that his thoughts would be misunderstood, so he bottles them up before they ever get the chance to become).

It starts out as a slip of tongue.

He’s running his fingers through soft, soft tufts of red. A steady purr emanated from Hong’s chest where he was loafed in Cale’s lap, and it was all too much. His thoughts escaped him before he could even think to stop himself, bubbling out from his lips in a familiar language that only one other knew, “I like the colour of your fur… it’s so pretty.”

"Hm?" Hong perks up, tilting his head back to look up at him, "Did you say something?"

and oh, how freeing that was.

“Nothing, really,” He replies smoothly, lightly scratching at the kitten’s cheek as how he knew Hong liked.

Hong settles again with no questions asked, too sleepy to think further and the nice scratching helps lull him back to sleep. Satisfaction wells up in Cale’s chest after finally being able to voice his thoughts. He feels lighter.

-

Cale sits on the love seat in his room as he waits for Ohn to re-emerge from the bathroom. Recently, he had returned from a visit to the capitol with plenty of souvenirs in tow for the children. He'd invited them to go with him, but the two kittens had chosen to remain at the villa, deeply invested in the new training regimen assigned to them by the Molrans. Raon, on the other hand, practically threw himself into Cale's arms and asked when they would depart.

The door opens a crack and only a sliver of the girl's face visible through it, "It looks kind of weird..."

"Do you want to show me?" He asks, patiently waiting for her response. The door is pulled open and Ohn steps out, shy and unsure as her fingers tangle in the sides of her pants.

"It's not weird at all," Cale says, "I think it suits you, Ohn."

The silver haired girl had a silky white blouse, the front of it adorned with carefully draped frills. The sleeves were long, leading to lace detailed cuffs. This was paired with a dark brown pair of slacks that had thin, silver pin stripes running parallel to each other in vertical lines. Ohn had shown interest in fashion recently, but had grumbled about how a lot of the clothing designs were always too much for her liking and too bulky to fight in. Cale had chosen the fabric of this simple outfit with the help of a tailor on the second day of his stay in the capitol, and he really hoped that he liked it. If not, then they could go together next time.

"Really? You think so?" Ohn looks at him, her eyes dazzling as she sought out more reassurance.

"Yes," He says, standing up from his seat. With a hand on her shoulder, he guided her towards a full body mirror so that she could get another look, "I think you look great, don't you agree?"

This time, Ohn looks more confident in her answer as she nods.

"She's getting so big," He whispers to himself, watching as she darts out of the bedroom to go show the others, "My beautiful, beautiful girl." 

-

It was a little after 3 in the afternoon, but after having an impromptu picnic with the kids and Rosalyn, Cale was hit with a wave of drowsiness. Today, it was a beautiful day where the temperature was just warm enough to feel like being wrapped in a toasty blanket. Even Raon, who would usually be full of energy, fell victim to the cozy lull, so he took the dragon into his arms and made his way back to the bedroom. Now, Cale laid with Raon comfortably tucked in his arms. A gentle breeze caressed the sheer curtains, moving in closer to tickle his skin.

Raon was heavy on his chest and now his size was about to match the length of Cale's torso. He's also grown a lot since the time they met, and Cale is so proud of him. The pride and warmth swarms in his chest like a restless hive of bees, leaving him buzzing with too much affection to contain.

Cale lightly blows at the dragon's face, who in turn, shifts to burrow deeper into arms, away from Cale's breath. He’s out like a light already, and knowing that no one was listening fed the secure feeling in Cale’s chest.

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" He says softly, "My strong, brave dragon..."

Lightly, he drags a finger across Raon's back, tracing along the edges of the black scales. "I love how your brilliant, blue eyes are so full of life," Cale murmurs, pressing a kiss to Raon's forehead. So different from his own, he thinks.

A sputtering rumble comes from the dragon's chest, and Cale is rolling over so that Raon's head is cushioned by his arm instead. He falls asleep easily with Raon in his arms.

-

What nearly gets him caught is when he’s so overcome with the need to thank Ron for all he’s done for him. 

Cale had been holed up in the library for almost the entirety of the day so far, his nose stuck between the fluttering pages of countless novels. It wasn’t a shock that the butler would come check up on him when he lost track of that much time. A soft knock came from the doorway, drawing his attention to Ron, who easily balanced a tray of refreshments in his one hand. 

“Young master,” The butler frowned ever so slightly, his tone chiding, “Have you been so busy that you need to neglect your own needs?”

It’s a light scolding that he’s not quite used to yet, but it’s so warm and comforting even though the smallest part of him feels a bit embarrassed. Maybe it’s the direct show of care that has that part of him shying away. 

“Ah,” He replies dumbly. The book is plucked from his hands to be placed face down on the table and then the space in front of him is taken up by the tray of snacks.

“Knowing you, you’d probably end up forgetting dinner as well if not reminded,” Ron sighs good naturedly. The tray is made up of the cookies Cale loves, neatly cut up fruit, a glass of lemonade, and a halved sandwich.

The fluttering warmth returns full force, swelling his heart until it felt like he was about to burst, so he lets it out. His words stream out like a whispered prayer of thanks, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, so thank you. Thank you so much for all your hard work and thank you for always remaining by myself from the moment I woke up here.” 

Maybe this was dumb on his part because instead of the ease he felt after speaking his mind, he freezes up. Ron, who was already halfway out of the door, stops mid step and turns back to face him. Curiosity and fondness fills his features, “Is there so much on our young master’s mind that it spills out? What’re you thinking about?”

(Ron just had to ask. How could he not when Cale’s muttering was laced with so much fondness that he could make it out even through the barrier of the foreign language). 

“Nothing,” Cale quickly schools his expression, “I was just thinking about the novel I was reading.”

Ron lets out a hum, but he doesn’t quite look convinced. He turns to leave anyway and the door closes behind him with a soft click.

(Although Cale was skilled at masking his thoughts, he could not stop the way the tips of his ears reddened at the sudden attention. It was cute, but Ron knew when to stop pressing). 

-

No matter how many times he’s experienced it, eating together with his family always managed to leave him with a sense of awe. Cale sat in his seat, silently gazing around the lively room. The long table that he had once considered over the top and unnecessary, was filled with all the people he’s grown to love. Vicross, though seated, reached over to slice chicken and distribute to the trio, piling the meat up high to ensure they would be full. Rosalyn’s features held a teasing smile and she lightly elbowed at Choi Han’s side, and Lark’s face took on a pinkish hue. Eruhaben and Ron were engaged in a conversation, each one elegantly cutting into their own meals. 

This was something Cale was grateful for. This was something that filled him with a sense of contentment that he never thought he would be able to experience. If he could help it, Cale would make sure that nothing would be able to take this away from him.

(Even if it meant bleeding himself dry, Cale wanted to protect this). 

One day, Cale hopes that he will be able to tell them how much he loves them, but for now, he’ll have to stick with his one-sided confessions. 

“I love you.” 

[samiamack]

Cale Rok Headcanons:

KRS is a pillow princess

Bulky/stronk sub

Ace → sex neutral

Willing to do it to fulfill partner

Can make him feel closer to Cale

Wants Cale to be happy

Cale will never engage unless he is certain that Rok Soo consents

Doesn’t enjoy the physical activity aspect

Tends to forget about it while having sex

Can enjoy the act occasionally

Enjoys cuddles after sex

He prefers to express his affection nonverbally

Cuddles

Hugs

Snuggling

Gifts

Acts of service

He loves Cale fiercely

Has a habit of listening to Cale’s heartbeat to remind him that Cale is alive

This habit stems from the trauma of everyone he’s ever loved dying

Cale is the top

Lean muscle dom

Ace → sex positive

Feels closer when and after doing it

Ensures he has consent

Will not engage in any sexual tension if he isn’t sober(almost never)

Enjoys sex

Prefers to express affection physically and verbally

Words of affirmation

Says i love you frequently

Flusters and comforts Rok Soo

Gives compliments frequently

Kisses

Any positive physical touch

Hugs

Snuggles

Arms on waist/shoulders

Gets really insecure about relationship at times and ends up in a spiral of thinking he doesn’t deserve Rok Soo

Rok Soo hates this and tries to help by showing his affection as often as possible

Rok Soo can be averse to touch and won't allow anyone to touch or get near him

Cale respects this and ensures that no one disturb him

Rok Soo likes it when Cale just talks with him during those moments

He also appreciates that Cale will always ask when he is going to go near Rok Soo

The two are the best parental units to their hordes of adopted(legally and emotionally) children.

Cale is genderfluid

Has different wardrobes for all their genders

Ron and Hans can somehow inherently tell which gender Cale is that day/ at the moment(much like Magnus in the Records of Ragnarok)

Deruth is jealous of this ability

KRS is agender but uses he/him pronouns

Due to his appearance people often just assume he is a boy

KRS doesn’t care about whatever pronouns people use for him he just uses he/him because it’s easiest to explain

He actually really likes it when people use anything other than he/him or use he/him but not in a way that seems to imply that they see him as solely a boy (I am 100% projecting here)

Cale catches onto this and will often use whatever random new pronoun he found today in his encyclopedia of neopronouns

Open communication is extremely important to the two so they practice it frequently(I know it’s OCC but in this essay I will-)

They keep almost no secrets from each other

Always inform the other of their plans and if they are injured

Respect keeping each other secrets as they respect each others privacy

Were both hurt by miscommunication in the past so they make sure to always inform the other

KRS is nonverbal

Cale learns sign language to better communicate with KRS first

Rest of the family learn as well

Order:

Kids

Ohn

Hong

Raon

Hans

Ron + Beacrox

Alberu + Rosalyn

Violan + Basen + Lilly

Deruth

Choi Han

Bud Illis

Toonka

Eruhaben already knew sign language

KRS likes to cook for Cale

Cale loves KRS’s cooking

Cale loves to dress KRS up

KRS is fine with whatever as long as it’s comfortable

Cale kisses all of KRS’s scars

KRS finds the scars to be shameful and scary so he gets flustered whenever cale does this

@aro-screams-into-the-void bestie pls opinions I need them!