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prince-of-red-lions · 7 months

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I got bored in church today so I started coming up with band headcanons for the chain so here (sorry it’s really long I’m a huge band nerd)

concert band:

time - flute. he’s just the whimsical type to play flute, also he can go incredibly high and his fingers probably blur cuz of how fast he’s playing

twilight - baritone/euphonium. twi just seems like that mellow yet determined type, though he will get very aggressive if you call it a “mini-tuba”

warriors - trumpet. I don’t think I need to elaborate.

wind - trombone. wind is 100% a trombone kid- making jokes 24/7 and whether their funny or not is a 50/50. he blasts super loud to annoy everyone but he’s low key amazing at playing

four - four stumped me a bit. I’m not too 100% sure because his personality is rather complicated (hahahsrhjrjfjajajahz), but I think he’d play alto sax. he can play the others too; tenor, soprano and bari (ITS 5X HIS SIZE AHAHA).

legend - trumpet. he’d be first chair and extremely smug about it, though he’s so insanely good at trumpet. he makes a 3 octave instrument 5 octaves. he snarks a whole ton at the rest of his section and constantly has to put people in place (people aka warriors).

hyrule - flute. also very whimsical along with time. :) he seems like that happy type and just likes the flute cuz it makes a pretty sound. yes hyrule we love you for that <3

wild - percussion. so obviously percussion. he’s extremely good at everything in the back. he loves to double up on mallets (holding two mallets in each hand) and go ham. he can make it sound very pretty tho :) he can do fancy things with drumsticks and the metronome fears HIM. he also summons demons in the back of class during warm ups (very proud of him. if you couldn’t tell, I’m a percussionist).

sky - let’s be honest, he’d be in orchestra (what a traitor /pf). but if he were in band he’d defo play clarinet. very soft and mellow, and does the instrument justice. very attentive in class and definitely a teachers pet yet not to the extent it’s annoying. he just really enjoys being there.

jazz band:

time - he would play alto sax but would definitely do flute cameos whenever he could. he likes making the crowd go “WOAH! A FLUTE IN JAZZ? THATS EPIK”

twilight - I think he’d learn trombone for jazz. amazing at improvising and his solos are astounding round of applause for twilight 👏👏

warriors - still trumpet, he loves jazz and quite good at the whole concept. 10/10 he loves those high notes in his solos

wind - still trombone. he likes playing around with glissandos and very good at them. his playing is very fun and interesting!

four - i think he’d do piano despite the fact he has 4 saxes to choose from. a god at music theory and has so much fun with the piano. four’s fingers can stretch impossibly far to reach keys. that boy loves his soloing!

legend - trumpet as well. nothings really changed, he likes smooth jazz and you cannot change my mind. he’s usually pretty nonchalant about jazz but he secretly has so much fun with it.

hyrule - electric bass. he loves to have funky solo’s and makes it all look super easy. he can get super energetic and start having *too* much fun in which the band director needs to tell him to calm down 💀

wild - DRUMSEEET! my boy can really rock out on this thing. he really knows how to make the song interesting without being overpowering (sometimes). really good at making things pop

sky - upright bass! that lil guy loves his bass and rather shy with solos, preferring to let others do the solos. he downplays his 11/10 improvisation. which is stupid sky you are amazing at bass

extra headcanons:

time and hyrule would talk a lot in class despite the fact time tries to pay attention. those two have so much dirt on the rest of the band and they KNOW it.

wild and four like to go early before rehearsal to just screw around. whether it be remixing music or just straight up doing some crack stuff, they have a blast.

wind would help twilight with trombone since he’s still a bit new to it. even though he can be a bit annoying to the band, wind is a great teacher and twilight is improving a lot.

wind and warriors would be the evil duo of “who can blast the loudest”. everyone in the band despises them for it.

like I mentioned earlier, warriors is constantly challenging legend or just testing him in which legend blasts warrior’s ego everytime without fail.

more on the double mallets with wild, he quite enjoys making small peaceful songs or finding them to play. if you come early you can hear him practicing and his playing is very soothing. :)

like I said, sky would probably be in orchestra, but I like to think he does both. often doing cameos for both groups, as well. almost like the middle man because the band and orchestra hate it each other, but both agree sky is an exception and everyone cherishes him.

time is the president of the band. everyone loves time. the students and the director. he’s probably one of the best players in the band. extremely mature but in those SMALL moments he’ll do something devious.

twilight is also cherished by the band. he’s very hardworking and has adopted several students. many look up to him as he’s a bit more approachable than time. (time is scary to new people)

though warriors can be annoying, he’d never do anything purposely to screw up the band during performances or whatever. he loves being here even if he’s showing off 24/7.

four is really a jack of all trades when it comes to sax. everyone teases him whenever he plays bari due to the size difference, but no one goes to far because deep down their all scared of the tiny short gremlin who will start speaking in music theory language and confuse everyone.

wow, your still here? 💀 im concerned for your health and mine. really though, if you read all that, I admire your dedication and thanks for listening. there will certainly be more headcanons to come so if you liked this do not fret, it’s not the end. sorry this is so long and sorry for the people who talked in church that I shamelessly tuned out.

#band #insane rants like wow holy crud #rambles from the ocean #band talk #linked universe #lu #linked universe four #linked universe wind #linked universe wild #linked universe time #linked universe warriors #linked universe twilight #linked universe hyrule #linked universe legend #linked universe sky #once again sorry for so much #I couldn’t help myself tho

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midnight-drives-with-sunarin · 2 years

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General Dating Headcannons w/ Miya Osamu

His love language is food

Eating food, making food, giving food, recieving food, etc

He's really mellow and prefers to spend time at home

Likes running errands with you, and more specifically, the feeling of domesticity it gives him

Just stands behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist while you do things

He'd rather not go out to do things involving food all of the time (y'know, cuz that's his career? If that makes any sense?)

Has definetly wasted productive days with you just cuddling because Atsumu was flirting with you and you didn't realize it

He'd prefer to lay on your stomach while cuddling

Likes when you lay your head in his lap, because then he has easier access to play with your hair

Due to his past experience with artificial hair colors, he will offer to help you do yours if you ask, even going so far as to to dye a streak of his to match

He will deny it on his life, but he attends most if not all of Atsumu's games in person

He gets beyond mad when someone mistakes him for Atsumu when he's spending time with you, because he believes that Atsumu couldn't pull anyone as good as you

You have to forcefully steal his clothes if you want to wear them

He loves seeing you in them, but really doesn't like the idea of parting with them, even if it is just you

He has been caught gaming with Suna and Atsumu on occasion, when you decide to nap or you're otherwise occupied

Defers to you when picking movies or shows because it makes you happy, and he doesn't pay much attention to them anyways

He calls you Dumpling, Sweetie, Sugar, and Baby

You call him, 'Samu, Baby, Old Man, and Love

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t0nixium · 11 months

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Accidentally drew these too close together but idc

He eata the chum

Unbbff cringy self insert garbo below the cut

Okay so I accidentally made a funkeysona exclusively for self insert purposes— I was gonna just leave the funkey blank in the drawing below, but my brain said, “what if cat,” so here is Rawr Exty or Ms. Exty at the workplace (gave her that name as a joke cuz I wasn’t taking this seriously at all lol. It’s a silly reference to the era this game is from + she’s a tiger so it made sense)

She’s like a secretary or something idk I just wanted to give her a cool blazer jacket thing

Because I can’t be bothered to color properly just pretend she’s white with light purple stripes + ears and that her jacket is black

In my head she’s a big fan of his music and wishes the band would get back together, but it’s kinda not possible at the moment with the portals being locked n all, so she settles for just… pestering him with affection and enjoying being in his general vicinity since he doesn’t seem to mind 👉�� I like to think he gives her little private performances once they get closer n actually start having mutual feelings,, He’s a little rusty, but he’s still got it

I feel like he’d be a bit wary at first since the whole point of the vacation was to get away from all the touring and fans and whatnot, but eventually Rawr proves herself to be interested in him for who he is and not just his work, so he decides to let her hang around. Now she sorta just… dotes on him and brings him little snacks and things she thinks he’d like from time to time. This is probably because she’s so accustomed to servitude, being a secretary n all. Aaaand she acts like a literal cat around him cuz she’s just Like That

Being a workaholic by nature, Rawr often has trouble switching out of work mode, so Jerry’s mellow personality serves as both a visual and verbal reminder that it’s okay to relax and that she shouldn’t feel guilty for it. She… definitely appreciates this quality of his more than most lol. She just finds him very relaxing to be around and he’s glad that he’s rubbed off on her in a positive way cuz like

He’s not really great at anything except music and being a tour guide? So while he’s not sure what she sees in him, he’s happy that he can at least do something in return for all her favors.

As for how she got on the island in the first place, I wanna say she’s the same kind of funkey that UB is and thus can shapeshift?? As for why, she kept trying to overwork herself so her boss sent her on a mandatory 3 month vacation lol. By the end of her vacation, Jerry and Rawr are dating. She visits him on the weekends :3

But um ye there ya go uh

Enjoy my silly comfort art ig

#art #drawing #ub funkeys #jerry ub funkeys #jerry pearl #jerry pearl ub funkeys #traditional art #self insert #self ship #oc x canon #scarlet’s scribbles #scarlet’s sad saps #oc: rawr exty #am I projecting my own relationship onto this?#yes actually. quite a bit #that’s what makes it so comforting

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eventually--darling · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have any recs from 2022 or 23 regarding rom-com kdramas like crash course in romance? I finished it today. Some of the last few I've watched have kinda traumatized me.. like snowdrop (idk why I watched that, prob cuz I wanted the lead to have a shot at love and not get shot), Why her (it's amazing, but never again), adamas (is there even a part 2?). *Clears throat* I, uh- would be grateful if you could give me some suggestions that end on a lighter and happy note.. thankyou!

Oh gosh, the pickings are a bit slim since I lean towards things that traumatize me and haven't watched a *ton* of the stuff that came out last year/this year. But there's still a few good ones!

The first one that came to mind was The Law Cafe. While it dives into some hard topics, the tone is overall lighthearted and it has a happy ending. The ml was a bit frustrating at times but he always came thru. I think it deserved better honestly like it felt like just me and three other people watched it.

Summer Strike has a murder plot but I think if you could handle the one in ccir then you can handle this. Plot-wise it is not perfect but ohhhh the couple is top ten for me. They're so so cute together and I love how they both have such soft personalities. Pairings tend to be more opposites attract so it was lovely to see two gentle people fall for each other. Also Siwan! My favorite guy ❤️

Hometown Cha Cha Cha is from 2021 but if you haven't seen it and enjoyed ccir then I think it'd be perfect for you! It has the same director so a lot of the things I liked in ccir felt reminiscent of homecha. The plot is like 90% lighthearted and it has a very happy ending. I didn't enjoy it as much as ccir but it's still really cute and well worth the watch.

Gaus Electronics is just straight unhinged comedy. Never seen a kdrama like it lol. just give the first two eps a shot (most people get put off by ep one but it mellows out) and you'll see what I mean.

The Fabulous I kinda forgot about her after ep 2 but it was a fun watch up until then at least lol and I'm p sure it has a happy ending. If you like fashion and minho (SHINee) then it's the drama for you 😌💅

Wish I had more recs but like I said I haven't watched a ton of recently airing stuff, much less non-traumatizing stuff. Hope you find someone you like. ❤️❤️❤️

#asks #kdrama posting

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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I saw about the match up and I was literally fuming with envy- so well uhm.. can I also ask for a march up 🏃‍♀️GWISGJIFOWE

So anyways, I’m an ENTP. My friends says that I’m a dense hyper bimbo (this close to bonking their head-) I kinda lack some emotions(like sympathy and anger) but I’m still able to feel them.. I think😰when I find a mistake at something I tend to redo it all over again(but sometimes I’m just too lazy to do it again so I’ll just take them to trash)😞

I am really nice 🤗(hoping) I tend to get a lil bit of obsessive, well obsessive sounds like a red flag so imma change it to “I tend to pay attention too much at someone when they make me happy”... dry convo is a NONO for me 😤I’m clingy af (I will admit it), also touch starved(NO ONE HUGGED ME FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS) so I think my love language is skin ships and anything skin to skin thingy 🚶‍♀️my adoration/love can be suffocating tho😰I’m kinda childish too(I get that a lot) 😭SO YEA

I daydream LIKE A LOT, nbhd, arctic monkeys and eyedress are my favs, I like cold weathers, anything sweet, cute plushies, I’m kinda sensitive physically so I flinch lot of times(IM NOT ABUSED ISTG-) 😞I like my eyes a lot cuz its the same copy of my dad’s

Is height necessary (I saw that they put their height so imma copy them too)😕I get teased a lot by my online friends for being 155cm 😭.. IM SUPER DUMB AT THINGS THAT NEEDS CALCULATIONS but I’m a lil bit of good at arts, music, history, language class and social studies so😋I like cute but loose clothing that’s all 🏃‍♀️BAIII LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW😻

You sure can, my love~! You are so cute, omg!!

Hawkins

Hawkins will be great to help mellow out your more hyper behaviors, he’s extremely calm and allows the cards to decide his fate. He might not be spontaneous, but he can be unpredictable based off what the cards decide!

He’s not much of a skin person, rather he does small acts of service to show his love. If you want more out of him, he will ask the cards for guidance on what he should do. He means well! He just sucks at romance and will need your help to show him how!

This man screams cold weather to me, like a nice English rainy day with a cup of hot tea! So you two can bundle up together with a soft blanket and watch the rain drizzle by!

Dragon

This papa is another great match for you! He might look a little intimidating, but he’s a softie on the inside! He’s perfect to tame your more impulsive behaviors and ring you in with his wise words of wisdom!

He’s a mysterious soul who appreciates that you try to do things over again when you make a mistake. When you get down in the dumps over it, he will remind you to try again and do his best to cheer you on when you need that support!

He sees your childish behavior to be funny, but don’t get on his bad side with it! He can be just a big of a brat tamer as he is a caring lover! As long as you respect him, he will be sure to treat you like royality!

Shirahoshi

This lovely princess is a bit different than the other two men, as she is shy and very soft hearted by nature. I think she will be good for you because even though she is mellow, she will help you calm down around her and you will help her get out of her comfort zone!

She finds your extroverted behavior to be adorable and she admires you for it as well, as she is usually scared to speak up despite her large height. She appreciates how much you spend making sure she is happy and wants to do the same for you!

Shira can be a bit timid when it comes to physical touch, but she does enjoy it, just give her time to warm up to you and get more comfortable in her own skin when it comes to showing her love!

#tsunderedoctor #op matchups #op matchup #matchups #matchup #basil hawkins #hawkins op #monkey d. dragon #monkey d dragon #shirahoshi #one piece #one piece x reader

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morvantmortuary · 2 years

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Ya boi got treated like absolute garbage by their primary doctor today and ended up crying in their car. (I know you know cuz' Twitter <3) And I recieved a hint of seratonin in imagining having one of the Morvants in my corner in that moment. So what would their reactions be if their S/O called them up, crying from a doctor's office parking lot?

the first thought would be MURDER and their second would be DEATH--

I'm sorry, L, that was just fucking awful. going to the doctor is a stressful enough experience, but for him to be an asshole on top of that? absolutely unforgivable. that's some major horseshit, and feel terrible that you had to deal with that today, honey 3:

so, without further ado, here's just a small sample of some MURDER comfort on their part:

Maxi's first instinct with the call is to ask if you want him to come get you - if that means ducking out of a service or having to quick shove a body back in the cooler before it's quite done, he'll do that, no questions asked. If you want him to, he'll drive you home and then come back with you to get your car when you feel better (and if anyone thinks about slapping you with a parking ticket, they're going to be sorry). If you still want to drive, he'll try to insist, but eventually tell you he'll meet you at your place, that you don't have to worry about anything tonight because he'll handle it.

The first thing he does when he sees you is cup your face - he hates seeing you cry because someone made you. when you cry at sad movies, it's adorable, and other times it's just part of life. this, though, breaks his heart. this requires punishment. once he's properly hugged you and kissed your forehead, reassuring you in a hush that he'll take care of you, he'll insist on taking a warm, wet washcloth to your face. "I know it's weird," he says quietly, taking time to erase the tear tracks and help you feel fresh again. "But I read once that emotion-triggered tears are meant to cling to your skin, they're chemically different than just gettin' somethin' in your eye." He smiles at you once you're cleaned up, kissing the end of your nose. "We can't have those stickin' around, now can we?"

he'll then tell you to get comfortable, whatever that means for you - favorite sweats, pajamas, etc., and ask what you want for dinner. he'll order your favorite for delivery in a heartbeat (or go pick it up if they don't do that), and if there's something he can cook for you, even better. if you don't have much of an appetite, he'll just make sure you always have a favorite drink and a small snack nearby, wanting to make sure you don't go without and stay hydrated at least. after that, it's whatever you want: a nap, a favorite movie to distract you, video games on the couch or in your bed. he'll even read to you, if you want, mellowing prose with his voice into a soothing honeyed tone so you can relax. any chores tonight, he'll be happy to manage - he just wants you to rest, to feel like there's nothing on your plate.

once you go to bed for the night, he lays next to you, his mind racing even as he steadfastly hugs you close.

doctors have schedules, obviously. they have routines, habits. little quirks that they adopt through years of working the same job, growing callous to it. to the people that need them, that have nowhere else to go.

he does some research once he makes you breakfast the next morning - checking this doctor's patient reviews, poking around for information on their practice, their standing in their field. he looks for another doctor, one he thinks will be a better fit for you. one whose business card will mysteriously end up at the Mortuary, that he'll happen to innocently pass to you in a few days - "Oh hey, sugar, doesn't this guy do the same thing as that jerk you had to go to? Would you wanna check them out instead, see if they work with your insurance? I could drive you, if you wanna go."

(That's not actually a question. They're going to take your insurance, he's already checked. If they don't, he has a good two centuries' worth of spoils and bribes in the family crypt that should neatly handle any difference, and you'd never know.

not to mention, he'll be waiting in the lobby during your first visit to make sure they behave.)

once he has you neatly squared away, so you never have to see that dickweed again and can comfortably know your care is in better hands, he'll handle the rest.

the thing about the doctor's routine is that, like most people's, it's fairly easy to learn. it's easy for him, after so many pickups from various hospitals, to know when the slower times are for the different specialists, how they tend to structure their work days --

when they tend to be alone in their parking lots, fiddling with their keys while they're on their phone, not paying attention to the tall dark figure red eyes suddenly standing behind them.

the practice would close soon after the doctor's mysterious disappearance. apparently, in the face of multiple fairly serious patient complaints coming to light, the guy packed up and ran rather than risk license loss or going through a the litigation process.

"You see that a lot, hate to say," Maxi says when you idly bring it up over dessert one night, triumphant that at least that asshole is gone for good. "Some people just aren't meant to be in the care profession, darlin'. But you know that better than I do." He'd give you a bitter smile, remembering how that ogre had upset you. "Good riddance to that guy." He'd take your hand over the table, his thumb caressing the back.

If you ever asked, he'd tell you just how much the doctor bled out when he aimed for the iris with the tip of his scalpel, the crunch as he stunned him by shoving his head back against the frame of the car door, then the near-surgical precision he went to puncture a lung through his dress shirt, and used his doubling over to shove him hard into the waiting trunk of the mustang nearby. how he made sure he was definitely still mostly alive and had vision in one eye when he kicked him down the steel chute where his ancestors' demons waited at the pitch black bottom, hungry.

But otherwise, he'd be more than happy to let it go, as long as you were feeling better.

Hector would drop the shoot he was on to get there, meeting you in the parking lot and taking one look at your face before having to keep himself from storming right through the waiting room and back into the examination rooms to give the motherfucker a piece of his mind and twin black eyes--

But he would be more concerned with you, with helping you feel heard, feel better. He'd want to get you home as soon as possible, would tell you to get what you needed from your car, he and Maxi would come get it tomorrow. "Don't even worry about it, okay?" he'd say, kissing the corner of your mouth after he wiped your tears away. "We're just gonna go home, take a break. Call it quits the rest of the day, yeah?"

It'd be close to the same as above - Hex would take you to your house, insist on you being comfortable, asking if you'd want a shower, or a bath so he can wash your hair. (If you wanted him to join you in the shower, he'd be fine doing so, but would be more focused on making you feel warm and loved and clean than anything mischievous unless you asked). Once you were in your favorite comfy clothes, he'd ask what he could get you to eat. He'd be secretly hoping you'd ask for something of his, because his favorite way to de-stress and think is to cook. And he'd cook it with gusto, double portions with some for later, anything to see you smile and feel better. He'd be happy to eat with you in front of the TV, or in your room, watching your favorite show or a movie or whatever you like. After dinner, he'd bake something for dessert, and then while he was still thinking about how to handle this, make some bread for your breakfast in the morning. He'd join you on the couch in between, or if you wanted to sit with him in the kitchen, he'd be happy to talk with you about anything, anything at all to take your mind off the previous visit.

If you still seemed down, he'd invite you to dance with him to your favorite song, if you felt like it, just around the span of your kitchen. If you wanted to take it a step further, play a round of Just Dance to take your mind off it, he'd be thrilled to do so (he would probably let you win, just because). Anything else - mario kart, animal crossing, resident evil, anything - he'd be happy to play it with you or watch you play, just to give you a place to lose yourself until you grew tired.

(he would be tempted to take photos of you - as he always is - but he would worry that you'd remember what day he took them, and how especially bad it was.)

His sleeping would be a little more restless than usual, but he would try to keep it down for your sake, keep himself still so you could get your rest. He'd work on this nifty little trick he's been developing, the ability to pass into the Veil into the spaces between, between sleep and waking, plucking away any frightening thing that might try to crawl into your dreams. He would make sure you'd sleep peacefully tonight of all nights.

He's not as into planning as Maxi is. He prefers improvisation, himself. Rather than him waiting to learn the doctor's whole routine, he would just wait for the first evening, maybe a week or so after your visit. pop by the doctor's swanky house, take a gander around their yard, note the particular style of the windows. The doors. How they open. How they open in the middle of the night.

If anybody ever actually found the doctor, it would be the strangest thing. Somehow his neck would be broken, but there would be no handprints, no bruising. Like something just walked through the wall and slipped inside his skin, turning his skull despite the screaming inside his own head until something vital snapped.

Before the body even cooled, it would have sat up seemingly of its own accord, walking itself into the driveway, then curling up inside the mustang's trunk, as if wanting to take the world's oddest nap. Hex would seemingly wake up from his own nap-like trance in the front seat, where he'd obligingly shut the trunk door for the good doctor before driving him back to the House.

After that, he'd happily spend his afternoons sitting with you while you found a replacement practitioner, now that yours had seemingly flown the coop to who-knows-where. He would also offer to come with you to the first appointment, just in case.

He wouldn't mind having to repeat the process, if he needed to. He wants you to shop around, to have the best care possible. All that matters is that his Queride is tended to, properly, for all their needs.

Rora, as always, is our outlier. She is a woman of distinction, bless her.

She would insist the boys drive her over right that very minute, staying on the phone with you the whole time as they did. When they pulled up, she would open the car door before Maxi had even totally stopped, running across the parking lot to where you were waiting. She'd kiss your cheeks, wiping your tears away with her thumbs, running her hand over your hair. She knows what it's like, to have doctors not take you seriously. To have no one take you seriously, or believe you. She knows that's a very particular sting.

She'd immediately storm inside and demand to see the doctor. Loudly, and impatiently, even as Maxi and Hex (after both checking on you, of course) would slip in behind her and quietly try to talk her down. Rora would refuse, instead demanding repeatedly that the doctor make themselves known, that she needed a word with them, urgently. No, she would not like to make an appointment, no, she would not be talked into coming back another day, and no, she would not keep her voice down, thank you very fucking much.

She'd start interrogating the people sitting in the waiting room, asking what their experiences with them had been like, how they'd been treated, if this had happened to them before. If their complaints were heard, if they felt tended to, or if they were ignored.

When the doctor finally showed up, Rora would walk over, all 5'9" of her in the heels she wore specifically for this moment, and begin to ask them just where exactly they got off making patients cry. If they did it regularly, and often, and if they had any inkling of the dignity they were taking from the people who came to them looking for help. She would stay loud and unrepentant as she asked them how often they did this, and to whom, and why, and she would stay in their face, until eventually someone called to have her removed.

(Maxi and Hex would very quickly step in at this point and assure the doctor that wasn't necessary, and they would be on their way, though they would do so less apologetically and more in the manner of "Touch her and we will touch you and you won't like that.")

Rora would sweep out of the waiting room, taking you with her as she went, and making a point to kick over an entire display of those generic paper information pamphlets they hand out for all sorts of reasons. "And they won't be coming back!" she'd yell over her shoulder, slamming the door behind the group of you. (I only saw some of A:TLA, but if you want to picture Maxi doing Katara's "watching you" hand gesture over his shoulder and Hex doing Sokka's "~Water Tribe out~" gesture, that would be very much the vibe.)

Rora would take the reins again outside - she'd tell Maxi he was driving the pair of you to your house in the mustang, while Hex was going to take your car for you. Neither of them argue (neither of them would dare), and on the ride home, her focus shifts entirely to you.

"I'm sorry I made a scene, petal," she'd say, suddenly her usual quiet self again. "I hope I didn't upset you further, I just..." She'd press her lips together, shaking her head. "I was not about to put up with that, for you. You shouldn't have to put up with that ever. I promise, I'll help you find a new doctor," she'd say, taking your hand in both of her chilled ones. "But they have no right to treat you like that, and they had to know."

The boys drop the pair of you off, with your car ready and waiting for you, and both of them give you huge hugs before they take off back to the House, promising to be there in a flash if you need anything. (There's a quiet moment where Maxi double checks Rora has her cell phone, because as a latecomer to the twenty-first century sometimes, she still has a tendency to leave it somewhere in her room or her workshop.) Afterwards, Rora takes you inside, only to immediately crush you in a hug once the door is closed behind the pair of you.

"I'm sorry if that was too much, back there," she'd say again, and when she'd pull away, she'd look almost self-conscious. "Why don't you tell me what you need most now, and let's do that. I'm all yours, all evenin'. Whatever you like."

Rora would want to help with the process of getting you comfortable - a shower or bath if you wanted it, brushing your hair, fresh clothes. She'd want to do little things that helped you feel better in your skin, like painting your nails, or rubbing in your favorite lotion. If you have face masks there, she's 100% on board, even down to cut cucumber eye slices. She'd offer to rub your back, your neck, wherever you most carry tension. Between her knowledge of anatomy and how dextrous she is with her hands, chances are she could work her way through even the toughest knot.

If you just wanted to talk about it, talk through how you felt, what you were worried about with your next doctor, what was weighing on you now with your current Dx, she'd be eager to listen. If there was pain of yours she could alleviate safely, be it with her powers or with her knowledge of herbs, she would do so in a heartbeat, even if it meant calling the boys again to demand they bring over her ingredients. If you wanted it, she's actually a damn good unofficial bartender from her years of making them for her parents, and would happily make you your favorite cocktail if that was something that could help take the edge off.

She might not be too up on games, or the latest movies, or really anything to do with recent media, but if you wanted to watch or play something, she'd camp out right next to you the whole time, only asking questions when she could quietly slide one in, nodding quietly to herself when you answered even if it just confused her more. She would be rapt if you explained to her why you loved those things, wanting to understand just what made it special to you, and in that way making it special to her in turn.

When you finally were ready to sleep, she'd hug you as close as you liked, singing old favorites of both of yours under her breath until at last she saw you doze off.

The doctor would take a bit longer to go missing, this time - especially so soon after she caused a scene in his office. It might be a month, it might be a couple, but eventually, the doctor would just stop coming into work. Weeks would go by with neither hide nor hair of them, and eventually, in the middle of the night, their house would mysteriously burn down due to an accidental grass-burning in another lot that ran out of control. Damnedest thing, really.

(I won't go into the doctor's fate in too much detail, except to say that human beings are really gross when their skeletons spontaneously collapse in on themselves like crumpled tinfoil. Then they're just a ball of squishy flesh and blood and bile with a few patches of hair poking up here and there. The demons don't care, though, it goes down just the same.)

I'm sorry this took me a while, Linds, but I hope it hits the serotonin button. <3 I'm sending you lots of love and hugs, and I hope your next visit goes much better, and that you get the care you deserve. <333 if I can do anything or lend an ear, lmk!

#nice people #lindsey!! 💛#(also if you want me to tag you as smth else lmk!! I've just been using that as default)#maxi morvant #hector morvant-casares #rora morvant #the morvants and their readers #the morvants x you #morvant mortuary #to be sorted into the comfort list

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking about the other Terry - McCain. What do you think he’d be like nowadays? Do you think he’s mellowed out a little or is still fierce and hot-tempered and practicing his kicks and punches? Does he still play piano? Have a new cat? Still have that earring, still wear his hair in that mullet style or has he updated his look? Just curious about your thoughts cuz I never see people talking about him outside of the movie.

What was Terry McCain up to after the 90's and into the present day?

Well, here's what I headcanon:

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― He is still a cat man and has always remained a cat man, and cats have been his persistent and devoted companions for years, mostly various strays he picked up and adopted off of the streets of Chicago ever since his and Anna's relationship broke off even after they had a time of renewed happiness together. She moved back to England to pursue her modelling career, finding that their lifestyles differ too much for anything more lasting than fond feelings and goodbyes and Terry remained behind, something of a bachelor that lives alone with his pets (which include the occasional dog he feeds too) and frequents local clubs. They actually parted on good terms. Or at least intended to for the second break-up in a row before Terry nearly ran after airplane taking off and Anna was re-reminded that, my god, this guy is pretty damn possessive and maybe this distance will do everyone so good, won't it?

― Terry McCain either got a seriously big promotion in the police force...or a seriously big demotion. Or both at one time in his life. He might've passed through several stages of grief after losing so many of his colleagues and indulging in some vigilantism of his own and he might've contradictively had an invigorated sense of spite and pride in his work precisely because so many of his work friends died and he felt he should be the one to carry their torch. Then, for a short while, he took to drinking. Thing is, Terry McCain, while passionate and something of a firecracker is also a good man and a good cop, and fact is, a good cop doesn't excel too far career wise, so if he was ever due for a promotion, it never happened in decades, and his position stuck due to a corrupt system. He was always Detective McCain. Might've gotten demoted to Sargent at one point, just to curb his attitude.

― It did't curb his attitude. No. Terry McCain could've channeled a lot of his justice-loving, righteous, fiery ways into helping people freelance, just because, outside the vestiges of his badge, becoming known over the years as something of an smaller urban tale around Chicago. Might've even gotten a little segment on the news about it. Stopped a burglary? Prevent a fire in an apartment? Neighbours need help moving boxes up to their apartment on the fifth floor? Mr. zealous McCain to the rescue! This good reputation isn't anything colossal, to be understood, but being this local sensation earns him a favourable place at any pub, club, musical bistro, with ordinary people in general in almost any corner of the city. He is just a very well liked man, thing is, because even though he is occasional difficult, temperamental, aggressive and fierce, loving to get into a fight or ten, Terry is far from a bad person.

― He also never abandoned music. Quite the contrary, except maybe only when he is hit by the recollection of all the various taskforce friends he's lost on the job and the subsequent depression that follows it. The one thing he saved up after years and years of scrounging together money was in order to have an instrument all of his own. Naturally, he loved playing in bars for an audience and sometimes, he'd even sing during open mic nights, with people in equal measure loving to hear him (could've gone viral once the Internet became a thing) but for the most part, buying a piano all of his own was a special type of joy. Now, whenever he plays, he has a cat or two napping atop of it, as his prime audience. If he ever had any concrete plans what he might when he retires from being Detective McCain, it is more or less this manner of leisure time.

― His luscious curls changed with the time, namely, the mullet went out of fashion and clearly, he styled it a bit differently (perhaps, putting it up in a bun when training and exercising), but the fundamental essence remained as he went grayer and grayer. Might've removed the earring, possibly exchanging it for a small, discreet cross necklace instead (brought it back from a trip to say, Ireland, which he undoubtedly visited somewhere along the way) --- the one timeless constant, perhaps, were the long coats. I think Terry McCain likes things that are slightly old timey and don't go out of style. Case and point, he undoubtedly kept his body prim, but he never did it at some newly opened glossy downtown gym. He did it at some old watering hole boxing ring that's been open since 1955 or something --- same goes for the type of bars he goes to. He feels better there.

― I don't figure Terry McCain dated or slept around really, not since Anna, or even before, in general, even though he was a looker and warranted many a sigh of admiration from people in general and could, validly, score his share of one night stands, if he wanted to. He simply never did. He really is a 'big love, all out romance, possessive and overattachment' type of guy and the added bonus of his occasional run-ins with the mob through the years wanting revenge for their Boss DeMarco and other lower street-crooks Terry put behind bars, outside of so many of Terry's own friends dying or being seriously injured left him unwilling to embroider innocent people he sees into this. He was actually a bachelor by choice, always thinking he'd die rather young but it never really happening. He worries enough for his cats. Who on earth will feed those guys if he gets shot somewhere?

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― Might've actually found a beloved only when he was retired (or rather, forced into retirement by his superiors, because he was too stubborn to do so himself), deciding to move out of Chicago for his pension and back into his countryside family home that was empty for ages, preferring how slowly time moves there compared to a city that irrevocably changed since the 90's when he was young, distancing himself from all the bustle, the risk, the danger, the fear of retaliation; a family man at heart, he brought along his cats, his dogs, his piano, his guns, training equipment, his many memories and all that fire cracking attitude still in place. If he ever had children, he could've named each after a deceased partner or friend he might've had. Maybe Dylan. Maybe Frankie. Maybe Jake, after the the Deja Vu club owner he was close with and whose piano he utilized for performances. Either ways, his life has had its ups and downs. He got demoted. Criticized at work. Maybe even shot a couple of times. Nearly risked being fired. Nearly quit himself. Then, he got promoted. He was a willing loner. He was a neighbourhood sweetheart. His attitude got him into trouble a million times. But, I don't see Terry McCain's life being fundamentally all that bad.

#terry mccain #excessive force #excessive force 1993 #terry mccain headcanon #terry mccain headcanons #people are free to disagree of course #these are just possibilities

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gavinsmg24 · 1 year

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I’m home now! Rainy! And I love it! Gonna smoke today. No reason to announce it. But also I announce it bcuz it’s fun? And not an addiction? Idk maybe I am. But I really don’t. Idk. I bring up cuz chase doesn’t like it so he makes a point to voice his opinion almost everytime I mention it or smoke. And it would be one thing if was just like. It’s bad. Or. I dont like it. Or. Whatever silly reasons. But he’s always like. “You need it” like for example he was like. When you have bad days you smoke to feel better or if you don’t you have bad days. And that annoys me. Cuz he’s basically saying the only reason I’m ever happy is weed. But legit. I’ve gone without it before and been fine. The only thing is like. Sometimes I’m like. Damn I wish I was smoking. Which I dont like that I do but at the same time. If I didnt smoke after thinking that I wouldnt like kill someone to get weed or be an irritable bitch. Or. Even more realistic. Maybe weed just makes me so mellow that Idc about things that would normally annoy me. And then normal me is the bitch 😤 that’s no better but anyways. Whenever he says that I’m like. I need weed like you need alcohol? And he’s like. Well I dont need it everyday. And I was like. Neither do I??? I smoke weed bcuz I have weed. Like before I was alone and buying it cuz well I wanted it! If I dont find a dealer or get medical weed then oh no. I dont smoke. But I have a bunch from when I moved so who cares! Well he does clearly but it’s frustrating like. It’s not different weed n alcohol. Chase when he drinks is more “abusive” with it than I am when I smoke. Like. I dont think man imma smoke so much weed that I cant think. But when chase drinks he’ll drink a bunch of beer to get that feeling. And make jokes about liking to be buzzed and drive (which. Is a feeling for sure. But like I’m not actively searching for it. Like If I drink and end up driving I know I’ll be safe so I enjoy it) anyways. It’s not like we’re fighting. Just he said the. Good n bad days thing with weed and it annoyed me. Like. Everyone has their fix! Drugs. Alcohol. Gambling. Sex. Whatever. Anything too much is bad. And do I smoke a lot. Maybe so. But I dont think it affects my mood that much. I just think that lately I don’t take bs as much. Like if people say stuff annoying then so do I. I know it’s petty but blah! Anyways! Respond if you want but this was just me rambling. I’d much rather hear anything you have to say or anything hehe 🙈 just giving you stuff to read from daddy! Work was good. About to make food n then smoke in rain. Which was main point of this post. I wanna kiss you so bad 🥺👉👈. We could be in the rain. Wet hair. I’d brush your wet hair out of your face. And put my forehead against yours. Blocking our faces from the rain. Gently grab your face and lean in for a romantic movie style kiss 😘🙈 sappy lovey daddy! Is here! But making food so I’ll be around 💘

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detectivemaker · 2 years

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So about that Uncle from the Lenore's character introduction

His name is Michael and he's a mixture between an original character and alternative character interpretation of Michael Afton from fnaf, he was some fun facts

1. basically he's an interdimensional demon Prince From Another Dimension, who's the power to control minds with his eyes, he's basically a Mary Sue but he doesn't like being a Mary Sue so we wears magic glasses that block the Psychic Eye powers, also everyone in his home Dimension is a furry and his real form is a hybrid between a feline and a snake, thank a bipedal big cat(something like a puma but purple) with a snake for a tail

2. he's a really friendly guy but he has really creepy vibes,

3. he eats The Souls of pedophiles and taxidermies their bodies and send the taxidermied bodies to an infinite Warehouse in a pocket dimension

4. he really hates the Joker, like I cannot describe how much he despises the Joker. He wants to kill the Joker and take his place as Batman's greatest nemesis

5. Everywhere he goes he's companies by two jesters who physically look completely identical but fashion Weis one is wearing Sunny colors and the others wearing nighttime colors

6. His siblings died once but his father clone them, that's the reason he's on Earth all of his siblings escaped to Earth to escape having to be the new ruler, all of them have a different reason

Patrick: the youngest sibling, he doesn't want to become king, because his real passion is is being in a comedy duo(think mr. Smiley and mr. Frowny from Steven Universe)

Philip with an F: he doesn't want to become king because he wants to be a swashbuckler

Elizabeth: she doesn't want to go become Queen cuz the only thing she wants in life is to be your clown

7. Another reason why he came is to conquer earth for his home dimension, he quickly got the world when he met Jarvis and The dork Squad, I'm finally felt like someone liked him for him, not because of his powers or because he's the king

8. Eventually he gives the throne to the daughter of one of his father's only nice friends

9. He appears differently to each of The dork Squad

Jarvis: he looks like a Tumblr sexy man with cat ears dressed in all purple

Jonathan: he looks like an obviously evil priest

Eddie: just some random business guy

10.He created a town in Alabama populated by eternally happy people,the Towns aesthetic is a mixture between Wellington Wells and the town from Stepford Wives, the town is lgbtq inclusive, there were two types of drugs to give to the Citizens. a pill that induces mellow happiness and a pill that induces ecstatic happiness it has some of the same side effects is joy (ex. Hostility towards those not under the effects), the Mellow pill is blue, and the ecstatic pill is yellow and it's the only one that has negative effects, the rest of The dork Squad plus mad mod help him the town as well, John helped Sympathize a liquid version of the Mellow happy pills to Spike the water with, Jarvis helped bring people to town by handing out pamphlets, mods the radio host of the Town spewing propaganda, and Edward helps torture people who don't want to take the pills or are immune to the pills to break them down enough where they take the pay was voluntarily, or break them down enough where they are able to be old-school brainwashed, the original inhabitants were incredibly incestuous so Michael took all of the incest babies, or at least the really deformed ones and put them in the fields to work

11.Michael has two kids, a teenage daughter named Veronica(vany for short) and a 10 year old boy named Gregory, Vanessa's adopted and Gregory is a sentient robot child

#batman #michael afton

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Let Them Burn

Pairing: Felix x afab! reader

Genre: Suggestive fluff; smut; makeout; unprotected sex; oral (m. receiving); anal sex

Word Count: 1.64k words

Mellow speaks: This one's for my new bestie, my lovely 🫒anonie! Sorry this took a lifetime love, I just hope you enjoy reading this!! It was really fun to write, and maybe went longer than I had expected haha. PS. Don't take the fic title too seriously, it's really fluffy and soft xoxo. PPS. The actual smut is after the line break, and before it is all fluff, so if you want something suggestive fluffy, you can just read up to that line break!

"Felix stop!," you nearly yelp, gritting your teeth as you try to get the batter done while your boyfriend rests his chin atop your shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. "M' not doing anything though," he lazily says, voice husky as his fingers dip under the fabric of your hoodie, drumming against your skin.

"Sure you aren't," you reply, an edge to your voice as you turn your head slightly to look at him. He only grins in response, continuing his ministrations while sneaking a casual glance at you. You turn your attention back to the batter, determined to make the cookies worth the effort you're putting in. "Lix I'm warning you. Quit playing around and help me," you whine after a minute, your arms growing tired from the whisking.

Sighing, he unclasps his arms, stepping to your side to get the cookie molds ready, a pout evident on his face. Giggling, you nudge him slightly, a questioning expression on your face as he turns to look at you. "You know damn well why I'm pouting," he mutters, inching just a little closer to you. "Cuz you're jealous of a damn batch of cookies," is all you say, rolling your eyes as you place the bowl on the counter. Dipping a ladle into the mix, you tug on his arm, pulling him towards yourself before signaling for him to open his mouth.

He does, eyes lighting up as your soon-to-be-made cookies tingle his taste buds. "It's really good, love," he says excitedly, quickly picking up a spoon and scooping up some batter, this time for you to taste. You can't help but smile at how happy he looks, all signs of his previous sulking gone as he waits for your reaction expectantly. After all, it had been him who had chosen the flavors that would go in, while you had offered to do the whisking, eager to show off just how strong your arms are (you would regret it in hindsight).

Smiling softly, you reach your hand out, failing to notice how Felix's expression changes as you take the spoon into your mouth. Too engrossed in licking the tool clean, you don't see the way his eyes darken watching you swirl your tongue around its surface. It's only when you hear a sharp gasp that you look up, only to be met with your boyfriend's gaze, resting at your lips. He seems to he often in a world of his own, so much so that he doesn't even register you calling out to him.

"Lix?," you try again, causing him to break out of his trance as his eyes remains fixated to the corner of your mouth. Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, a gasp escaping you as you stiffen up at the sudden contact. Not liking your lack of response, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer until you finally kiss him back. Your lips mold together like puzzle pieces, moving in perfect sync as the spoon falls to the floor, your hands finding their home in his blonde locks.

He gently nips on your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he dips your head back for a better angle. You gladly oblige, your tongue flicking out to meet his as he pulls you flush against his chest. The kiss is soft and gentle, sweet giggles being shared as the two of you enjoy each other's embrace. You don't always get to spend quality time alone, so moments like these are hard to pass up on. You remain like that for a while, pulling away only when oxygen becomes an issue.

"That was sudden," you chuckle as he rests his forehead against yours, your reaction being mimicked by him. "Well, you had a little something on your face," he mutters, pulling away with a smirk tugging at his lips. "And you just couldn't keep your hands, or rather, your lips, to yourself, right?," you quip, expression turning dry but voice still carrying a teasing tone.

Soon enough, you go back to what you were doing, the batter making its way into the molds. But as your fingers brush against his every now and then, you can't help but feel a spark pass between the two of you, the short makeout session having had ignited a fire inside you. Into the oven the cookies go, leaving a heavy silence hanging in the kitchen. You look at him, words at the tip of your tongue but refusing to come out.

Clearing your throat, you suggest washing the dishes while you wait for the cookies to be ready, and Felix can only agree, albeit a little slowly. "I'll do the washing, you do the rubbing," he suggests, making you nod your head in response. And off you go, on your mission to make the utensils sparkle again, the atmosphere cooling down as you regain your playfulness.

"You look so cute with your nose scrunched up like that," you say with a laugh, soon ending in a gasp when you feel water being thrown at you, Felix's giggles being heard in the wake of the "Hey!" that escapes your lips. It doesn't take you long to turn the kitchen into a battleground, gloves gone and cold water meeting skin as your clothes get soaked. It's a happy sight though, your laughs bouncing back against the walls and squeals slipping past one of your lips whenever the other manages to catch you off-guard. "Stop!," your boyfriend giggles, but you're not having it, hands full of water as you get ready to splash him.

But he's quicker, his hand gripping your wrist as you let out a surprised yelp. And then you're back against him, face inches away from his as you look up at him. "Hi there," you mutter, trying your best to suppress the smile that threatens to take over your face. "Hi," he smirks, his arms around your form once more as he gets lost in your eyes, those eyes that he loves so much. It's like time stops for a moment, and now, it's you who leans in first, Felix following suit as your lips meet his midway, the kiss somewhat different from your earlier attempt.

It's hotter this time, more desperate as hands roam, rubbing against skin and tugging at hair. Open-mouthed and full of moans, the temperature in the kitchen rises quickly, touches lingering and lips moving down to place kisses against necks and collarbones. You feel arousal pool between your legs, a little something poking against your thigh through your boyfriend's sweatpants. Before you know it, you're on the floor in front of him, mouth watering at the sight of his semi-hard member in its full glory.

You pump at it a couple times, wetting your lips before taking his length into your mouth, as far as you can. Letting your hands rub his girth, you allow your tongue to swirl around him, bobbing your head up and down as his hands rest atop your head, guiding you gently. You gradually pick up the pace, saliva coating his member as grunts escape his lips. He has always been too weak for you, one single touch from you sending his mind into overdrive. Today is no different, his thoughts growing fuzzy as he attempts to peer down at you, admiring just how beautiful you look like that.

Your teeth graze him ever so softly, the vibration causing his eyes to fly open as he feels his orgasm draw near. A couple more pumps, and he's almost at the edge, growling and moaning as he continues to thrust himself deeper into your mouth, almost causing you to gag. Knowing he's close, you pull him out of your mouth, lips coated with his precum as you smack them, hard. It takes everything in Felix not to fall to his knees at the sight, wanting to kiss you just as hard. His breathing is still ragged when you get back on your feet, eyes wide as you wait for him to make a move.

And a move does he make, grabbing hold of your torso and turning you around to face the counter in one swift move, eliciting a yelp from you as his chest rests against your back and his fingers get hooked in the waistband of your sweatpants. His mouth dangerously close to your left ear, he whispers, "Ready?," a gentle nod being all the encouragement he needs to pull the fabric down your legs, your panties along with it. "Lie down," he directs, and despite wanting to come up with a quippy retort, you do as told, your breasts against the countertop and your butt in the air.

Felix strokes your butt cheek gently, biting his lip as you let out a moan at his touch. His member aligned near your entrance, he finally thrusts in, stretching you out from behind as you feel your eyes roll back in pleasure. The euphoria is almost instant, pleasure rippling through your body as he pulls out, entering you once more while increasing his pace just a little. He soon sets up a rhythm, hands tightly gripping your waist and occasionally your butt as he moves in and out, high on the joy you give him.

The momentum increases, your climax round the corner as his thrusts become faster. His name slips past your lips like a chant, the cookies completely forgotten by now. Or are they? Because just when you think you're about to cum, a loud "Ding" breaks you out of your trance, the oven indicating that your goodies are ready.

Despite your fuzzy mind, you manage to tell Felix that your cookies will get burnt if you don't take them out. But to no one's surprise, all he says in response is "Let them burn."

#felix smut #felix fluff #felix #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fluff #lee know smut #lee know fluff han #han jisung smut #han jisung fluff #changbin smut #changbin fluff #jeongin smut #jeongin fluff #seungmin smut #seungmin fluff

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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Heartslabyul with s/o who chugs expresso shot (because being the school therapist is harder than you think aye-)

Alright Alright- last request! I've already stated, but I'll let this one slide. I still have other old requests I need to finish so this is the last one for now ^^

Honestly, amazing idea lmao-

Tbh, that is so me. I chug a minimum of 5 cups in the morning before school to STAY A W A K E- and also help me to stare at a computer screen-

And my name says it all lmao-

Hope you enjoy!

Heartslabyul with an expresso chugging s/o

Riddle Rosehearts

Man-

I don't think Riddle likes bitter things too much.

So he’s pretty much in disbelief that you can drink so much

of something so bitter!

Won’t you get sick??

Well, he actually advices and recommends you to try out some tea instead.

Some can help you stay awake, and some can help you peacefully sleep.

Two birds with one stone!

And tea is really mellow, lighter! Or at least, his favorite ones.

But if you want bolder flavor,

you can try pure matcha!

Maybe, just a little milk.

Listen, I drank pure Match before, it is bitter as F C K-

I’m not joking fam-

add some milk, seriously-

And maybe sugar-

It’s THAT bitter

Yo even I can’t handle it-

And I drink pure coffee and chocolate-

Anyways, that concludes Riddle <3

Trey Clover

My favorite Heartslabyul boy-

He’s, well-

pretty shock of how much coffee you can drink in a day

He understands that the coffee helps keep you awake-

but-

Drinking too much like 8 to 11 cups a day??

Um-

Coffee overdose much?

Yes, Darling-

It raises your blood pressure by

a lot

And it might increase chances of a heart attack.

Like Riddle, he tries to encourage you to drink some tea sometimes,

he looks after how much coffee you drink,

and will stop you once you take at least 3 cups.

Sorry s/o, he will not allow you to die-

if only you’re there to stop me lmao-

He’ll bake some pastries to compliment your coffee, like fruit tarts, brownies, scones, or just a simple fruit like a banana!

Look, healthy fruits to start your day, okay? He cares about your health like the good husband boyfriend he is <3

FCK I WANT TREY NHKDHKDHKHDJ-

Cater Diamond

Chances are-

he also drinks a lot of coffee in the morning lmao-

But he’ll drink at max 2 to 4 cups,

maybe with some milk or something-

That’s it-

Hun-

YOU DRINK 8 TO INFINITY-

DJJBJBDJBDJ

W H A T

Anyways,

Cater is going to have to stop you-

He can’t have you overdose.

No.

Okay, if you want coffee,

try something like frappes or mocha.

He’ll take you to the trendiest ones in Twisted Wonderland to try.

Maybe some juice?

Smoothie?

Better to start with those unlike 10 cups of coffee.

But also just drink one cup-

And max cups for coffee is 3-

okay s/o-

He just worries, cuz your his s/o and he loves you obviously <3

Deuce Spade

HUH???

WHAT??

IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?????

Yes, Deuce dear, I’m sorry, sugar-

Don’t you feel sick after drinking a lot??

Look, Deuce probably only drinks one cup to stay focus-

You need that much??

I don’t know-

but I think he went to tell his Trey senpai about this-

and Trey warned it can be bad to drink so much-

And he sh00k-

No way is he letting his s/o get a heart attack!

He searches up the web for “coffee alternatives”

I swear-

yo, coffee isn’t even something non vegetarian/vegan-

lmao-

He such a cutie-

*c0ughs*

A N Y W A Y S-

Try drinking tea!

Eat a banana!

Or other foods containing vitamin B!

Those would keep you focus, fresh, and awake!

He wants you to take care of your health, so he’s going to try his very best to keep you happy and healthy! <3

SWEET INNOCENT DUMBO BOY I LOVE YOU SJGDDUGUIDGB-

Ace Trappola

Bruh-

This dude-

I swear-

He just stared at you in disbelief-

As you chugged down 5 cups in a row-

like a monster-

wtf???

Okay,

now this boy is getting REALLY concern-

So-

What is he going to do?

Well, Ace isn’t that good in trying to figure out things on his own-

So he’s mostly relying on his senpai (specifically Trey-) and the internet-

Like Deuce.

Every day you wake up, he stops you at your third cup.

“Alright, enough. Eat this banana-”

B r u h-

He’s not the best at showing he cares-

in a fluffy

lovey dovey kind of way-

when he’s truly in love-

But, his actions speak louder.

Just know, he cares and loves you a lot, s/o. He’s just trying lmao <3

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captain-mozzarella · 3 years

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Saw a post saying to send you linked universe asks so, since I'm bored, figured why not. I've seen a few people giving voice headcannons for the links - so what is yours?

Hooooooo man I haven't really thought if this before.

Lemme jump right into this :P

(it turned into how they speak rather than their voice lmao oops)

Four

Voice was affected by turning into a Minish so he has a Minish accent???

Their voice changes depending on who's in charge

Vio is very monotone while both red and blue are very expressive (ofc blue is v/aggressive while red is v/excited)

Green is slightly soft-spoken but not too much

Wild

Dudes vocal cords were fried like Dino nuggets it's low-key raspy

It will always have that tired post nap sound to it

Dude also doesn't remember some words so he will refer to many things as "the thing" (he will do that even if he knows the word for it, just to mess with twilight

Wind

His voice cracks constantly and his usage of language doesn't really suit his vouce but somehow it works??? He speaks pirate (idk if that makes sense so do with that what you want)

(when he's an actual adult he turns up with a deep asf voice)

Time

He used to have a kokiri accent!!! It still comes out at times. (He also has random kokiri phrases and sayings that he says and they only make sense to kokiri so the chain just think they're 'wise old man crap')

Sky

He was kinda loud at first, cuz he's used to yelling over loud winds.

Has a good pair of lungs on him (but not for running)

Hyrule

Kinda etherial somehow?? (because he's a fairy!)

Warrior

Somehow his voice seems snobby at first but as time goes by it mellows out. Boysterus (ashsdh google how do I spell bpytsdrrtus) when he laughs/is happy/excited.

Man's speaks very formally and it takes a while for him to speak less formally.

Legend

Kinda snappy???

Tends to over pronounce words??

Very androgynous voice. Has probably learnt multiple languages (all of which are probably dead languages)

Twilight

You know how in fanfics there will be sentences that are like 'he growled angrily' but you don't know how a person would do that? Well Twi can do that.

Country accent slips out when he's excited

I don't know all of them as well as others, so the ones I'm kinda unfamiliar with I kinda let be

Extra!!

Spirit (because he's a baby and deserves it)

Kinda squeaky with occasional voice cracks. He grew up with Niko so he probably know some pirate Slang. Learnt how to speak formally as a joke with Spooks (his Zelda).

He sounds like the spirit pipes somehow.

#This turned into how they speak rather than what their voice sounds like lnao #Everytime I write #As time goes by #I think to myself #Oh hi time!#Linked universe #Lu time #Wind #Wild #Sky #Four #Warriors #Hyrule #Legend #Twilight #Spirit #Mozza replies

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jimlingss · 3 years

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I saw that u were taking requests (yey) I'd want like a soulmate au (there are numerous kinds but I want u to have freedom to write what kind u want!) but it's just pure angst 😳😳 it could be any member n possibly an open or no happy ending :] I'm just a sucker for angst n think u would write this so well!

Anonymous said: Yoongi x reader, soul mate au, angsty but happy ending pls cuz I'm sensitive 🥺 maybe both soul mates get a weird tattoo, or hear each others thoughts or something else

Both these requests are asking for soulmate AUs, so I’m compiling them together. But one wants it to be angst city and the other wants a happy ending LOL. Guess we’ll see what happens.

↳ The Soulmate Gift

3.6k || 70% Angst, 30% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Soulmate!AU

Warning: depiction of child abuse

It happens when you’re ten.

They told you it was different for everyone, that it usually started during puberty and it was perfectly normal. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to be like this.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You flinch at the noises, the bathroom door quivering against the frame from the pounding on the other side. Your mom shouts, “Get out!”

“Just give me one second!” You look back into the mirror, staring at yourself with seaweed green hair and streaks of bright purple. You look like a clown and you want to cry.

You don’t run into your mom on your way out, so you go to school with a tattered baseball cap, stuffing all of your hair in it. During the trudge to school with a grumbling stomach, you hold the cap tight against your skull, not letting a single strand loose. You’re nervous on the playground, your other hand coming to grip at your backpack strap. But luckily, no one asks.

At least not until you’re inside and getting settled into your desk.

“Good morning, class!” Mrs. An struts into the room, beelining towards the front. “Open your books! Tommy, shush!” You try your best to hide beneath your open textbook that’s propped up, but the moment she looks in your direction, she’s already saying, “Y/N, no hats inside.”

You straighten. “Um, my mom—”

“Rules are rules. Take it off,” she commands without leaving room to argue or explain. “This is the last time I’ll repeat myself unless you want detention.”

So you do.

You slip the cap off your head with tears stinging your eyes.

Mrs. An turns to the whiteboard, beginning to write the title for today’s lesson, but a loud gasp from the classmate sitting behind you captures her attention again. She swivels on her feet and her eyes land straight on your head. Everyone’s eyes do. On your stark, fiery red hair.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

The next thing you know, you’re being dragged by your teacher into the principal's office. From the hall, you can still hear the entire classroom giggling, whispering about you and making a complete ruckus much to Mrs. An’s dismay.

“This is unbelievable!” she howls, hands lifted to the sky. “How could a fifth grader have hair like this?! It’s entirely inappropriate! It’s a complete distraction to the classroom!”

The principal, Mr. Park, hums. His hands are clasped on top of his desk and he calmly asks, “Did your parents dye your hair yesterday, Y/N?”

You slump and mutter, “No.”

He frowns. “Then who did?”

“No one…”

Mrs. An spits, “Then you did it yourself?!”

“No!” Your voice pitches in an attempt to defend yourself and your teeth sink into the bottom of your lip, trying to hold back your tears. You don’t want to get into trouble. “I woke up like this!”

But Mrs. An doesn’t believe you. Her eyes narrow and she scoffs. “How dare you lie to me and the principle?! If you didn’t do it, then who did? It’s against the rules to have anything other than your natural hair colour!”

Mr. Park sighs lightly. “We’ll just have to contact your mom and speak to her, Y/N.”

Immediately, your eyes widen and you bolt to a stand. “No, please!” you cry out. “Don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll dye it back! I won’t do it ever again!”

But the man shakes his head. “It’s too late for that.”

Your fist crumples and you deflate.

Your mom comes in half an hour later, dressed in stained jeans, old boots, and the only clean flannel she has. She’s not happy. You can tell by the look on her face. Even if she smiles and nods her head at the principal, you can see the tick in her eye and the muscle in her cheek twitching.

The moment she looks at you, her eyes become rounded at your crimson hair.

“I had no idea this happened. I’m so sorry for her behaviour. She must’ve gotten her hands onto my dye kits somehow.” She sighs and turns to you. “It won’t happen again. Right, Y/N?”

You nod. “I’m sorry.”

Mr. Park smiles softly. “Not at all. It’s not that big of a deal. Some...teachers around here just adhere more strongly to the rules, so we want to make sure it’s consistent for everyone. It’s a bit of a distraction to her peers, but as long as Y/N comes in tomorrow with more...appropriate hair, it won’t be a problem.”

Afterwards, you’re sent home early.

Your mom is silent on the walk home. You trail after her, dreading what will happen when you get back.

The neighbours’ dog barks against the chain link fence, growling and baring their teeth. You flinch, getting closer to the gutter to avoid them. You’re safe when you get to your yard a few steps away and onto the worn, wooden porch that nearly breaks with your mom’s stomps. She kicks a few cigarette buds to the side and opens the squeaky screen door. You swallow hard and follow after her.

The living room is messy with clothes and old pizza boxes on the floor, and the TV is still on in the corner.

“Mom….mom….I didn’t do it.”

You drop your backpack, watching her stride towards the kitchen. She opens a drawer as you plead to her, and your voice becomes louder as the silver reflection of sharp scissors catches your eye. “No! Please! I swear I’m not lying!”

It’s useless.

She’s larger, taller, bigger and stronger than you are.

She comes over and grabs your long hair, yanking it from your head. You cry as she starts to cut. Jagged lines, quick snips, sawing off the strands. A sob breaks through your chest and trying to get away only makes her grip on your hair tighten and she pulls it to get you back.

Mom grits her teeth. “How dare you go behind my back and cause my trouble, you bitch. You stole my dye, didn’t you?! You thief!”

You scream and cry. “I didn’t! I didn’t!”

She never once notices how your hair returns to its natural colour as it sheds to your feet. That the moment it’s snipped from your head, the blazing red has faded away and lost the colour.

When it’s over, the scissors are tossed on the floor.

You’re left slumped on the ground, in a pool of your own hair. There are bald spots on your scalp while the other side is longer, uneven. What’s left of your head bleeds bright yellow, the colour of sunshine.

The next day, the shade mellows out, almost into a dirty blonde. You hope it’s good enough.

Your mom’s asleep on the sofa, snoring away with the TV still playing in the background. So you make it past her and trudge to school.

Kids are playing on the playground when you get there and you grip your backpack straps as you look on. But you don’t join them. Your feet turn and you duck out of sight, slipping into the school through the side doors. You’re lucky the janitor hasn’t locked them.

You’re not supposed to be inside the building yet, but you hope no one notices. Unluckily, someone turns the corner down the hall. But you breathe a sigh of relief when it’s just Mrs. Jung.

She’s always been nice.

“Good morning.”

She’s busy tapping on her phone, yet in a chirpy voice, she still exclaims, “Good morning! How are you—”

Mrs. Jung finally looks up and she suddenly stops.

You don’t know why her face looks like that. Like she’s seen a ghost. Is your hair really that bad? You tried to fix it and you thought it turned out okay.

Mrs. Jung gets closer and then lowers to a kneel in front of you, matching your height. Her shaking hand lifts and she touches the side of your head. You feel her fingertips against your scalp that still stings. You hiss and when you look at her, you see tears in her eyes. You wonder why.

“Who did this?” Her voice is quiet, gentle.

“Um….I was playing with scissors.”

Mrs. Jung looks at you again and says, “You’re allowed to tell me, Y/N.”

You stay quiet, not sure what to tell her, not sure you want to get into any more trouble. If you do and get sent to the principal's office again, who knows what your mom would do then.

But as you’re thinking about it, Mrs. Jung adds on, “No one will get into trouble, I promise.”

She looks into your eyes.

Your head droops, downcast vision looking at the floor. A quiet mumble escapes— “My mom.”

You’re not sure what happens after that. You’re sure your mom would be enraged if she knew you were talking about her and if you got her into trouble, that would be the worst. But for some reason, you don’t feel scared. Not when Mrs. Jung takes your hand and brings you to her science classroom.

You sit behind her desk that’s hidden away from the rest of the class by bookshelves and she gives you an apple juice box. You slurp it up — you haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch.

When you peek out, you see Mrs. Jung talking to another teacher in the hall. Soon after, the principle comes to visit you. He has the same expression as Mrs. Jung did and asks you if your mom’s done something like this before.

That day, your grandma picks you up from school. It’s a pleasant surprise. You’ve always liked your grandma but your mom never let her visit much. She hugs you tight.

The colour of your hair is a warm shade of gray.

...

Mrs. Jung takes you on a one-on-one special field trip on Sunday. She picks you up from Grandma’s house after you’ve had your favourite for breakfast: sunny-side up eggs. She drives you to the clinic and the female doctor hits your knee, making it bounce. The doctor also measures how tall you are, shines a light in your eye and asks if green is your favourite colour.

You see in the wall mirror that your head’s turned into a teal shade. You tell her no.

Half an hour later, you’re put in a machine that flashes lots of colours. They reassure you but you’re not scared. The vivid hues and mosaic of shades that blur past your eyes are pretty.

When it’s done, the doctor holds a clipboard while sitting next to the computer. Your legs swing from the edge of the examination table as you’re situated comfortable on the plush seat.

“It’s as I initially suspected, the hair is her soulmate gift. It changes colour based on her soulmate’s emotions.”

Mrs. Jung frowns. “I’ve never heard of something like that before.”

“Yes, well, it’s much more rare. Only point zero six experience a hair quirk.” The doctor looks from Mrs. Jung to you then back at her again. “Typically, as you know, soulmate gifts come in the form of names tattooed into skin or even countdowns of when the person would meet their soulmate, but soulmate gifts can take all kinds of different shapes and forms. Luckily, this shouldn’t affect her too much aside from, obviously, her hair changing color. Kids usually receive their gift around puberty, but looks like she’s an early bloomer.”

The doctor briefly smiles at you and then rolls on her chair towards her desk. “She’s also malnourished, but I believe with the proper nutrition, she’ll be able to recover. We should book another appointment in a few months to keep an eye on that and the hair.”

When the trip to the clinic is over, Mrs. Jung brings you to the mall.

You look around with wide eyes at all the clothes in the windows, but she eventually stops in front of a particular store and kneels in front of you. Her eyes lock into yours and she takes your hand.

“Y/N, you understand what the doctor told you, right?”

“Yeah. My hair’s my soulmate gift.” You had guessed it was that anyway.

Mrs. Jung nods with a smile. “Yes, you’ve always been a smart girl.”

She strokes your head affectionately and says, “I know you might not feel it now, but it really is a gift. Your soulmate is the one meant for you, your other half. They’re the one who can make you even happier. It’s both a blessing and a privilege to have. But it’s also okay if you hate it. You don’t have to like your soulmate gift,” she reassures. “If one day, you’re more comfortable with your hair, then that would be good. But it’s also okay if you’re not. It’s up to you.”

You nod after a moment.

Mrs. Jung smiles. “We’re gonna go into that wig shop, okay? You can pick two that you like and I’ll help you get it.”

Picking out wigs is more fun than you expect. The people there are happy to help and you end up going home with one black, long hair wig and another brown bobbed one that makes you look like Rapunzel after she cut her hair.

...

You only see your mom three times after that.

Once, she comes to your grandma’s house. Your grandma doesn’t let her see you, but you watch them yell at each other on the porch from the upstairs window. The next time is a year later in court. Your mom cries out for you and you tell her you’re sorry. Her hug is so tight, you can barely breathe.

The last is a visit on your own accord years later.

The small house you spent your childhood in is falling apart, windows broken, trash in the yard. You find her sitting on the armchair with a hazy expression, TV playing in the corner. She’s in the same exact position as if you never left. You put a blanket over her, but she stirs awake and sees you. She asks to borrow a hundred dollars.

Your mom winds up throwing a dirty plate your way when you give her twenty. It’s all you have on you.

You don’t realize the significance of what Mrs. Jung’s done for you until years later after you’ve long graduated elementary. So you visit her during High School with a thank you card and a bouquet of flowers. She’s gotten old by then, but she still remembers. She cries and hugs you tight. It feels comforting. And her hand brushes against the strands of your baby blue locks.

Grandma helps you grow out your hair again and is one of the people who help you become comfortable in it. By university, you’ve discarded your wigs in favour of your real hair that’s gotten luscious and shiny. Your friends think it's the coolest thing they’ve ever seen and some people approach you to tell you they love it and ask where you got it done.

You tell them it’s your soulmate gift.

Throughout the years, you pick at the ends of your hair and keep track of its changes in your diary. It becomes a habit to play with your hair, to memorize the shade it morphs to. You find that during the winter seasons, your hair becomes white often. One day, it turns white twenty six times.

On Valentine’s Day one year, your hair stays solid pink the whole day. And on another, it’s black for an entire week in April.

You start to hypothesize on the data you collect, noting the frequency of the hair colour changes, of each shade. You suspect hues of yellow signify happiness, reds are anger, blues are sadness, white is when your soulmate is cold. You’re not so sure about the others—

“Y/N.”

Seokjin is leaning on your cubicle as you shut your journal, having recorded your hair turning into a shade of lilac.

“Boss man wants to see you.”

Your eyes widen and you stumble up, pushing your small office chair back. “What for?”

The man shrugs. “Beats me. I wouldn’t worry about it though. It’s not like he’s going to fire you………..right?”

Seokjin grins, but his joke only spurs more nerves on you.

You get to the door, smooth out your pencil skirt and with a deep breath, you knock.

“Come in.”

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Min?”

You step inside his office, finding him looking into a small table mirror at his desk. He’s peering at his left eye and bats his lash several times. But then he sets the mirror down and looks at you.

“Yes, please take a seat.”

You clear your throat and sit in the chair across from him. The mirror is propped up in your direction, and you notice how your hair turns into a shade of monotone gray. It starts at the roots, bleeding downwards until all the strands have altered completely.

You pipe up, “If this is about the Jeon files, sir, I already redid them.”

“No, that’s not it.” He rubs his left eye that’s watering and then blinks. “Actually, I wanted to have a conversation about this for a while. Joy was supposed to talk to you about this, but she’s busy at the moment.”

Joy from HR.

You’re immediately on alert. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Min says, “It’s about your hair.”

Oh.

He rubs his eye and then clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “Recently, we received a customer complaint that your hair was unprofessional.”

“It’s my soulmate gift.”

“Yes. I know. You mentioned it during your interview. But it still could be considered a distraction in the workplace.”

The word ‘distraction’ has a muscle by your brow jumping. It makes you practically bristle as déjà vu washes over you. But you aren’t ten anymore. You don’t have to be afraid.

You straighten. “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s a requirement for me to have to change my hair. This is out of my control….sir.”

Suddenly, your hair turns a faint hue of red.

Mr. Min’s brow raises as if he didn’t expect you to be so difficult. “It’s part of the rules to have business appropriate attire in the office.”

“Attire yes, but there is nothing referring to hair,” you quietly assert.

His jaw shifts and he leans back into his seat. “Well, we’ll have to confirm if that’s true with HR—”

“I already did,” you interrupt him with a meek smile and as an afterthought, you add, “sir.”

Your hair turns a stronger shade of red. From pastel to a raspberry. Your pupils flicker to the mirror on his desk and your brows furrow as you notice it.

Mr. Min breaks you out of your trance and you redirect your attention to him again. “Is it impossible to make it less of a distraction?” he asks while rubbing his eye that’s tearing up again.

“If it becomes a requirement for me to wear wigs to work every day and not an expectation for others, sir, then the company should pay for it, put it on for me each morning and help me maintain it.” Your hair turns a stronger shade of red — crimson — as Mr. Min rubs his eye more incessantly. You add, “With all due respect, I don’t consider my hair a distraction at all. It is out of my control and it isn’t my fault if others are distracted. It has to do with their attention span.”

He stands. “That’s enough.”

At the same time, from his watered eye, you see something fall out.

You point. “Umm, sir…”

“Shit,” he mutters underneath his breath and looks to the carpet. You stand there for a delayed second before deciding to help him. You round his desk and descend to the ground where he is. All he says is, “It’s a contact lens.”

It’s a surprise to you considering you didn’t know he wore them.

But you quickly spot the transparent half-sphere. “Oh, it’s over there. By your foot.”

Mr. Min frowns. “Where?”

He looks up to see where you’re pointing. Your faces are inches away and instantly your eyes widen. A quiet gasp leaves your lungs. Not because of your close proximity but because Mr. Min’s iris is a fading red. And as confusion takes you, it morphs into a shade of gray.

Blooming outwards from his pupil, colour swirling into place.

“Your eye…” you murmur.

He mumbles, “It’s a soulmate gift.”

Yoongi grabs the brown colour contact lens, cursing at how it’s gotten dirty. But before he can get up, your hands latch onto his wrist, fingers digging into his skin and you tell him, “Wait.”

“What?”

There’s an unquenchable thirst to test the hypothesis that’s dawned upon you.

So when your hair starts to turn into gray as well, you surge forward on sheer intuition. And you kiss your boss, Min Yoongi. Your lips press against his, enough to register how soft and velvet his mouth is, long enough to feel his vanilla chapstick transfer onto your lips. But it’s a chaste peck. Shy and hesitant. And you pull away just as quickly.

Yoongi falls back on his butt with eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

Immediately, you look over to the mirror on his desk. Your hair is turning from gray to red with faint streaks of cotton candy pink.

You gaze back at Yoongi to find his iris is peony pink.

“D-Did you just kiss me?!”

“Umm, sir, with all due respect, I believe you’re my soulmate.”

The words to dawn upon him. For the first time, your strands of hair morphs into a soft, pastel pink and his irises match the same shade.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts drabble #yoongi angst #yoongi fanfic #yoongi reader insert #yoongi fluff #maso-cxhi #HOPEFULLY this is sufficient #it was definitely hard to balance out some extreme angst while also delivering some fluff lol

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softfishsadist · 3 years

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Yoh Asakura dating HCs

A/N: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴛғʟɪx ʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴛ ᴏғ sʜᴀᴍᴀɴ ᴋɪɴɢ sᴏ ɪ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ sᴏᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴғᴏ. Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss ᴛʜᴇsᴇ HCs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Yᴏʜ sᴏ ɪғ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ OOC ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇʏ sᴛᴜғғ. Bᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ :"ᴅᴅ

- Yoh's a chill laidback guy who cherishes his loved ones and has a compassionate heart, with a great ambition to be the shaman king to have an easy life and help make his friends' dreams come true. With that, he's the kind of boyfriend that relishes the little things with you: hand holding, strolls, cuddles that'll inevitably end up with y'all falling asleep on each other just about anywhere, the likes. The quiet days are his favorite usually, but he also doesn't mind you being loud and all if you are.

- That said, he doesn't mind some PDA as mentioned above, but he prefers it lowkey. He likes to keep special things private, like kisses and the like. (He strikes me as the kind of guy that can or even prefer secret dating, at least with Anna's consent. He'll talk things out with her and "work it out" as his philosophy says)

- But even with his relaxed composure he couldn't help but be a 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 shy towards you. He blushes a little more often in your vicinity, and you catch his gaze lingering a little longer as you talked. Sweet baby <3

- Although, he's not exactly the type to initiate a lot in the relationship. Cuz 1) he's a little lazy, 2) he wants it to go at your pace (slowly). He doesn't start stuff as to not burst your comfort bubble, and only when you do try new things with him will he also try it with you too. So you're mostly the one setting up dates, giving affections etc.

- But even though you do most of the work, Yoh does try some too. Every now and then he'd gently interlock his hand in yours. Slow enough to prolong the contact between your skin and tingles often crawl up your arm as his warmth envelopes your palm. It's even worse with that lazy smile of his, but that glint of amusement made it clear he was teasing you (to your heart's health's dismay). His airy voice has a lilt of playfulness in them as he took you out for a stroll, smiling ahead

- Pillows are a must; no not the actual cushion, you're more fitting

- There isn't a day where he wasn't touching, especially ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 you. Not to the point of excessive PDA, but like once to thrice everyday, and you were usually alone together in intimate moments like these. You could be in all sorts of positions: His head on your lap, cuddles (both of you can be big and small spoons), legs tangled together as you were pressed against him, hugging behind you, vice versa; as long as he has you in his arms he's content and happy

- That said he's a big hugger for you, and 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 cuddles. Sometimes he'd even share his music with you and stare at you in a haze as you immerse yourself into music, just like he does <3

- But even though he wants to initiate the hugs himself, he likes being small spoon; he is a baby wanting to be spoiled by your love. And being wrapped around your entirety gives him peace and sends him afloat along the stars. It was a wonderful feeling he relished as he snuggles closer to your chest, a content smile on his face

- Another favorite is him using your lap as his pillow. They're quite comfy for him and gives him a clear view of your face, you're so pretty and emit so much love and peace he couldn't help but fall asleep at the sight. Play with his hair, and his smile would widen and snuggle into your palm. Absolute baby ❤️❤️❤️

- He's affectionate himself, yes, but kisses almost, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 send him right at afterlife's doors

- I wasn't kidding about him being a shy baby. Hugs are like a thing he loves but kisses are another thing. The first time you gave it to him he had to process it for more than a minute, and then he combusted; he was bright as an apple, steaming like a boiling kettle and he immediately turned away. You even thought he was taking deep breaths to calm down; no one besides his mom had given him a kiss, not even Anna. So the mere contact of your lips had his brain malfunction for a moment, and he was off to music land--

- How to make Yoh freeze like a deer in head lights 101

- It's a thing he'll need to get used to, he keeps jumping or freezing every time you do and you couldn't help but laugh how his expression looked like he was having an existential crisis. But soon enough when he does get used to it he'll mostly mellow down warm smiles again, and pink cheeks, and it'll stay that way for a while after your little gesture

- But just as he relishes you, means you are 100% should be protected at all costs. Yoh has a big heart and he loves his friends and you especially. And if anything happened to you he won't forgive himself. He wouldn't think clearly, clouded in his rage to take down his foe who've hurt you. And worse of all, not only is he beating himself up for letting this happen but he pushes you away from him. He couldn't bear to see you get hurt being involved with him. But did that work? Absolutely not. And later, he was thankful for that, but still felt worse. Nonetheless he's still careful whenever danger is around and makes sure you're safe, even if you can fight back or not

- He apologizes by extended cuddles, and a smol shy kiss

- In conclusion: a very loving sweet boyfriend <33

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