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babyleostuff · 8 months

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Hey hey, i just randomly thought of this lol

I went out with someone today and idk my "protective" side came up like holding hands while walking and letting them walk on the inner-side of the road and always on alert mode, siren eyes and things lol (for some reason I wanna be on the receiving end but always end up being a giver-)

So how about the members reaction to it? Like them being taken care of!?

Idea maybe dumb but it just clicked to me, hehe

Get well soon bub ♡

um it’s definitely not dumb 🤚🏼 i love the idea (i decided to write short bullet points because why not)

also i love the protective ones, being protective is hot 😌 you’re slaying (although i get why you want to be on the receiving end 😔)

+ jealousy jealousy, because of the lack of my love life

➼ SEUNGCHEOL: a blushing mess, because we know that he likes being taken care of and he needs the attention AND HE IS A BABY (fight me). It would still take him by surprise if you ever did something like walk on the outer side of the road, but he would eventually switch sides because in the end he is the protector and the baby alpha.

➼ JEONGHAN: the urge to tease you??? immaculate. the urge to pinch your cheeks??? over the charts, only because he finds it so cute that you try to be the protective one 🥰 and you know what, fuck toxic masculinity, he’ll let you be the protective one in your relationship.

➼ JOSHUA: oh, his hearts skips a beat whenever he notices your small acts of “protectiveness” towards him. He never expects you to do so, and it always makes him so smiley, because you care about him that much??? to put his safety over yours??? and the fact that you do it almost unconsciously makes it even better.

➼ JUN: shy shy shyyyy. He loves your protective side, never comments on it though, but his heart eyes say everything - anyone of sane mind can see how smitten he is with you. But he loves being protected, and what about it haters.

➼ SOONYOUNG: gigglessss. This man is a softy, a softy for you, for anything you do - you simply breathe? perfect 🤌🏼 So seeing your protective side towards him??? everything he needs in life. He’d try to take over being the protective, but you wouldn’t let him :)))

➼JIHOON: okay this one is complicated. because yes, he’d very much appreciate being taken care of, and seeing you so protective over him, does things to him. BUT in the end i think he’d like to be the protective one.

➼ WONWOO: i don’t care how much of a hard dom you say he is, HE LOVES BEING PROTECTED AND TAKEN CARE OF. like, can you imagine his little cat smile and giggle, this man has me screaming. Yes, he loves being the protector, but he still goes insane anytime you do anything protective towards him.

➼ SEOKMIN: he has those massive biceps and for what, because he’ll still let you be the protective one (from time to time, he likes taking care of you way too much). Oh, the heart eyes he’d have for you 😍 also, i feel like at some point you’d fight over who should be the protective one.

➼ MINGYU: gym bro nr. 2 and the biggest baby of them all. It could go two ways - either he’s the protective one and you don’t have anything to say or “please take my hand” while crossing the street. The duality of this man makes him so difficult to write about, because you never know what he’s up to.

➼ MINGHAO: he’d try to be all resting bitch face, i don’t care BUT he loves you way too much to do that. It’s so precious to him that you take the role of being the protective one, because in his mind you don’t really need to do that, he’s right there??? to take care of you. Not this time Hao, let someone else take care of you.

➼ SEUNGKWAN: he’d fight, because isn’t he supposed to be the protector? but boo would quickly give up, he loves being a softy for you, and he wouldn’t mind being the protected and taken care of. BUT i feel like he’d also have this urge to protect you, i don’t know, but i see him as someone who is really protective of the people he loves

➼ VERNON: kind of chill about it? but then again, vernon is chill about almost everything. in his mind it should be 50/50, both of you taking turns being the protector and protected.

➼ CHAN: okay, my baby (he’s mine, fight me) would love to be the protective one. Like, we know how mature he is, + the fact that he’s the oldest in his family, he is a natural protector. OF COURSE he’d love and appreciate being taken care of and protected and whatnot, but he still, he’d prefer to be on the giving end.

in conclusion: these men are a bunch of softies

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iikkeee · 2 years

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The boys characters reaction when you bring a stray cat home

Includes- Homelander, Black Noir, Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher

Warnings: none, all fluff <3

A/n: I was just randomly thinking about this and had to write it, if anyone wants to request more “the boys” content then feel free to message me!!!

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Homelander

When you found a little ginger cat on the street crying for help you couldn’t help but grab it, you quickly brought it home and got all the necessary items to take care of him. You were placing the kitty on its bed when you heard the whoosh of John’s cape. “Honey, I’m home” he yells from the living room “I’m up here!” You yell from the bedroom, he raises his brow in confusion but heads up the stairs. When he walks into the room he stops moving “John…?” You say concerned as to what he’s thinking. “Huh” is all he could manage to say, he was surprised to say the least. A cat in your house? it was weird, he’s never felt the need to have a pet and he definitely doesn’t want to take care of it. “I just found him and I had to take him home, please let me keep him” you plead with him grabbing his hand in between both of yours, he stays quiet for a moment longer before just sighing “fine” you smiled and gave him a big kiss before going to hug the kitten and bring him towards John “this is your daddy” you said to the kitty while handing it over to him. John immediately tenses up as he holds the small cat in his arms before looking down at kittens small face and giving it a small smile, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad..? He always did want a family and this cat was the closest thing he was going to get a son. You smiled as you looked at the scene in front of you “looks like you like him John” you teased “hmm…maybe” he replied giving you a small smirk as he cuddled the kitten closer.After a while John got used to the cat and would often be seen playing with or trying to teach him weird tricks so he would in John’s words “be a great superhero like his father” whatever that means…. _________________________________________________

Black noir

You whined slightly as you opened a cardboard box to reveal a small black cat, you quickly grabbed it and took it inside. Black noir was sitting at the table and noticed as you hurriedly came inside, he quickly got up to see if you were okay. “Noir look” You say as you hold the kitten to your chest, he looks down and cocks his head to the side. He gently takes the cat from your arms and sits down on the couch “do you want to keep it?” You asked as you sat down next to him, watching him as he sweetly pets it and plays with it. He moved his head to look at you and you smiled knowing his answer. He’s always wanted a pet but didn’t know if he could take care of it properly and this was the perfect opportunity to finally find out. Noir found the kitten so adorable and wants to do everything to protect it, he always tucks the kitty in on your shared bed and feeds him the best treats, the cat loves him and you can often find them together in weird places, you laughed as you saw how the cat would climb on Noir and would plop itself on Noirs shoulder or head. You and Noir would cuddle on the couch as you watched the kitty go crazy over some rat chasing videos. Noir would let the kitten chase him around the house and even bite him if they were both playing, they were extremely close and would play some tricks on you for fun. Overall Noir loved that cat with every fiber of his being. _________________________________________________

Hughie Campbell

When you found a box of kittens you quickly ran inside and placed them down on the table, Frenchie and Kimiko saw your panicked face and ran over “awww!” Frenchie exclaimed while Kimiko had a big smile on her face “What’s going on over here?” Hughie asked as he walked over to your little group, you all moved away from the box making space for him. “Omg” he exclaimed before hurriedly picking up one from inside the box. Hughie always loved animals so once he saw that box he immediately wanted to give them all the love in the world “aren’t they so cute??” You ask as you cuddle one of the kittens close to you “Where did you find them?” He asks as he holds one of them high in the air and gives it kisses “Just outside” you answer as you give one a kiss “must be an early Christmas present” Frenchie exclaims before winking and grabbing two of the kittens for him and Kimiko to hold on the couch. “Oh really this early?” You tease “we need to keep them” Hughie exclaims “all four?” You ask getting close to him “yes, all four” He states before giving you a quick peck “that’s if butcher allows you to keep them” Frenchie says while sighing “who cares what he thinks?” You say as you cuddle the two cats you and hughie have. After a while Butcher got used to the cats and let you keep them, Hughie gives them all cute names that all relate to each other. You can often see the kitty’s cuddled up on his sleeping body after a mission or errand, you always smile at the scene and tuck them all in making sure to give them all goodnight kisses even Hughie. He would treat all the cats equally with how much time he plays with them or the treats that he gives them. He loves to put the cats next to you and watch how you interact with them. _________________________________________________

Billy Butcher

When you found a kitten outside that clung onto you for dear life you had to take her in, you smiled as you held her in your coat and showed her small little figure to Marvin and Frenchie. As soon as you heard the door click you hide her in your jacket, afraid of what Billy would say. He quickly walked inside ignoring you guys on the couch and talking about how he had a fight with some supe before stopping in his track and noticing the guys crowded around you. “Now, now, what the fuck are you guys crowding around for?” He asked before moving towards you and looking down at your coat showing him a glimpse of the kittens fur “would you look at that?” He teased as he crouched down so he was in direct eye contact with the small feline. Billy was never really a cat person especially since he had terror, he didn’t really understand how to take care of one in the first place so when you asked if you could keep the cat he was shocked nonetheless. He never gave you a clear answer and would mumble or grumble whenever you asked, it took him a long time to get used to the kitten and you would often see him and the cat just chilling on the couch together. But whenever you would look away or pretend to not be looking, Butcher petted the cat and gave her ears scratches “you’re such a good girl” he whispered thinking you wouldn’t hear, you would chuckle and he would quickly back away acting like nothing happened “I think you like her billy…” you teased as you cuddled up next to him. “Pft…never” he said sarcastically, making you roll your eyes. He would dress her up in different outfits and would buy her the best treats while still claiming he didn’t like the cat. You would tease him for every time you saw him sharing cute moments with the kitty. Overall he’s like a dad he said they never wanted an animal and end up loving it the most out of anyone. _________________________________________________

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night! I hope I’m not bothering you. I would like to request Ranpo, Fyodor, and Dazai (separate) with a s/o who has baby fever, please. Like when Reader is scrolling through her phone and babies randomly pop up and she’s/their like “I want one :(“ or when reader and Ranpo/Fyodor/Dazai walk past a mom, dad and their baby and she’s/their like “when is it our turn? :(“ Some kind of senario like that. How would the boys react?

hi! don’t worry about bothering me, you’re doing anything but! anyways, i absolutely love this request! i’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while, but i never got to it. thank you for requesting!

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Format: Scenarios

Possible Warnings: Slight suggestiveness (Dazai)

Osamu Dazai

One day you were scrolling through your phone while lounging around your shared apartment. Videos of cats and other miscellaneous things filled your feed, but eventually you stumbled across a video of someone’s baby saying their first words.

You audibly awed at the video. How could you not? It was absolutely adorable! One of the parents in the background sounded as if they were about to cry, and it made you smile. What a sweet moment caught on camera!

Suddenly you were hit with a wave of baby fever. Having the idea of having a small child to take care of was absolutely to die for. You knew Dazai would be a good father, so you weren’t worried about a thing while you thought of having a kid.

Dazai noticed you smiling, so he decided to get up from where he was sitting and walked right behind you. He bent down just a little bit and watched the video that you just saw. His head was right over your shoulder as he watched the video. Anxiously, you held your breath. Dazai was a smart person, so it didn’t take him long to understand what you were feeling.

“You want a baby, don’t you,” he teased.

Slowly you turned your head to face Dazai. “Yeah! Don’t you think that it’d be fun? This video was just so cute and… I wanna be a parent.”

“Having a baby comes with great responsibility! Are you sure you want to commit to that?” He asked with a smile on his face.

You nodded. “Look at you being all responsible.”

“Hey! I can be responsible if I want!” He put his hand up to his heart and fake gasped.

You chuckled. “Sure you can. Anyways, don’t you want to become a father? Now’s your chance.”

“I’d love too, but I don’t want a small creature to take away all of my loves attention,” he whined.

“Oh it won’t be that bad.”

“Yes it will! What would I do with my life if you ignored me?!”

“Osamu, I’d give you both equal attention, alright? I promise,” you sighed.

Dazai wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Then I think we could absolutely be parents then!” He got closer to your ear. “You do know what making a baby entails though, right?”

You scrunched your face up. “Eww.. Maybe we could adopt..”

Dazai playfully gasped once more. “How rude of you!”

Ranpo Edogawa

The two of you were out in the city, going to buy snacks and other miscellaneous things for the house. You originally weren’t going to tag along, but considering that Ranpo’s sense of direction was terrible, you had to join him. As of now you two were walking to a snack store that Ranpo frequented.

After crossing the street, you spotted a baby in a stroller with her mother. The baby was wearing a cute little pink and white sundress. She also wore a small sun hat that was absolutely adorable.

Her mother looked so happy as she mixed together some formula for her. You smiled at the sight. You wanted that kind of happiness; one that could only be granted by having a child.

You stared at the sight for a little longer than you’d usually stare at something, and Ranpo noticed. That baby looked absolutely adorable! How could you not stare?

“I want one,” you eventually spoke up.

Ranpo craned his neck to look at you. “Huh?”

“I said I want one,” you repeated as you pointed at the mother and the baby. “Wouldn’t you like to have a child someday?”

Ranpo let out a short hum as he unwrapped a lollipop and plopped it into his mouth. “Nope!”

“No?” You tilted your head. “Why?”

“The baby would take all of your attention away from me! I don’t want that!” He loudly whined. “I need you to focus on me all of the time!”

You chuckled at his childish antics. “Your opinion might change once you have a child, Ranpo.”

“It would not!” He shakes his head.

“How could you be so sure about that?”

“I dunno. I just am,” he said nonchalantly. “Though, if it’s something you really want, maybe we could have a child someday.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he said as he grabbed your arm. “C’mon let’s go! We’re almost at the snack shop!”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You and Fyodor were out on a date. The restaurant was rather secluded, but it was still nice. Classical music was playing in the background as the two of you drank some tea and ate some sweets. The overall atmosphere of the restaurant was calming. The two of you frequented this place because it was just an overall relaxing place.

Eventually a family walked into the establishment; a mother, a father, and a little boy. The little boy hung onto his parents hands as they brought him to a table. They all looked so happy.

Fyodor noticed you staring and decided to speak up about it. “Is something the matter?”

“When is it our turn?” You muttered.

Fyodor quirked his eyebrow up. “Pardon?”

Your turned your head back to your boyfriend with a small smile on your face. The thought of having a baby to take care of was entertaining.

“When is it our turn to start a family?” You pointed your thumb at the family you were just staring at. “They all look so happy… Don’t you want that too?”

Fyodor took a sip of his tea, then responded. “I’d love that, milaya, but don’t you think it would be a little too soon? We both have yet to hit the age of thirty.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you spoke as you glanced back at him. “But still, I’d love to have a child someday.”

You looked back at the family. The son was eating some pastries as the parents started to talk about something boring. The son then must’ve said something funny because the parents soon broke out into loud laughter.

You rested your cheek onto your hand as you watched them. You could feel Fyodor’s gaze on you as you watched the family interact.

“If you so wish to have a child, I wouldn’t argue with it. We just would have to get married first,” Fyodor said after a moment of silence.

Your head whipped towards his direction. “Really? Oh, thank you!”

Your boyfriend only nodded as he took another sip of his tea. He seemed content with the conversation the two of you just had.

“Should we start considering names or..?”

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months

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I love wholesome Kurapika! If he and Darling were to ever get a pet together what kind do you think he'd prefer? Horse, bird, cat, etc

Kurapika is definitely a cat and dog person. He’d probably prefer a cat though, they’re low energy and don’t make too much noise.

When picking out the cat, he’d prefer looking in shelters or even rescuing a stray off the street. It’s more likely for the two of you to randomly adopt a stray that you’ve both been feeding than to proactively go to adopt a cat.

And I hate to inform you if this, but the cat will absolutely love Kurapika more than you. He’s not even at your shared apartment enough for the cat ri like him that much!!

Kurapika is on missions more often than he’s home, so why the hell does the cat adore him so much?! Well, animals adore good Hunters… and you love Kurapika with your whole heart too, so you can’t blame the feline for having a preference that you share.

You find yourself walking into Kurapika’s study when he’s home to see him looking over plans while absentmindedly petting your cat. He’ll scratch under its chin, pet behind its ears and down its back as he crosses out something and scribbles down a phone number or address.

Then your boyfriend is up and kissing your cheek, leaving for a meeting with an informant, leaving both you and the cat to mourn his absence.

If you were to get a dog it would be something big. Kurapika would get it because he’s paranoid about your safety and wants a big scary dog for your security, but the pup ends up being an absolute sweetheart that couldn’t hurt a fly.

Although it’s a large dog, it nearly crushes you both attempting to lounge in your laps, often causing Kurapika to scold it. Though the blonde feels bad when it looks up at him with those puppy eyes… he’s not a good trainer, he’s too soft.

I also think Kurapika would like having a snake or some kind of reptile as a personal pet that he keeps in his room! This entirely depends on you and how comfortable you are with having that in your home though!

He would not like a bird, any kind of rodent, or turtles/tortoises. They’re just too messy, smelly, and/or loud. He especially dislikes hamsters. They’re so cute, but don’t make great pets in his personal opinion.

Overall he’s not really a pet sort of guy, the animal will be your responsibility since he’s gone most of the time, but when he’s around he’ll take over and give it plenty of care and affection. So just know that if you get a pet you’ll be the main caretaker since Kurapika is a very busy guy.

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snowbabys · 11 months

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Jake Yandere Profile

(Disclaimer: I do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚃𝚆: toxic and obsessive behavior (obviously).

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂/𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: use of ‘gorgeous’ and ‘pretty’ (gender neutral).

Sim Jaeyun

Occupation: Pet shop employee Yandere type: Caring, clingy, and depending Violence level: 8/10 Danger level: 8/10 Punishment: 1/10

First time seeing you There weren’t many customers on the night shift, the exceptions being adults with crazy schedules or bored teenagers who made their pets an excuse to go out. You, on the other hand, were an exception among exceptions. Finding a starved stray kitten on the streets on your way home made your heart sink, and you took it without hesitation. You wrapped the kitten in a hug and rushed for its life, knowing there was a pet shop right down the street, near a vet facility.

“Good night, how can I help you?” Jake was strolling through his phone when you came up. Despite his welcoming tone, he didn’t look at you at first, only caring to meet your eyes when he heard you panting – and boy, oh boy, how gorgeous you are. He even dropped his phone on the desk, palms sweaty and face reddening.

“I… I need to feed this little one here, asap,” he could swear he saw the stars in your eyes.

It took him a minute to start moving around the shop to get what you needed, he was so mesmerized by your appearance. He kept looking at your face while you caressed the animal, only looking down to his feet when you caught him staring. With a flirtatious smile, he crouched down to touch the kitten’s head.

“Pretty boy/girl like you… such a shame you like cats.”

Personality/Traits

Don’t get fooled by his sweet words, caring actions, and physical affection. He may be a sweetheart to his friends and you, but he has his short limits with people (and trust me, you don’t wanna see this boy mad).

Will use the rescued kitten you keep bringing to the clinic next to the shop to see and talk to you.

It wasn’t long until he had your phone number, which he asked with the sweetest smile, knowing you wouldn’t say no.

He’s always so worried about you and your well-being. Buys you food, sends you morning and night messages (might keep you talking to him the whole day), shows up at your place randomly claiming that he was worried you’d be skipping meals due to stress – you were pretty sure you didn’t send him your address, but what could you say?

Also likes to take you on mini dates, such as a short walk around the neighborhood, a picnic in the park when he needs to take Layla out, or just bringing you to accompany him during his night shift, acting like your boyfriend so people don’t hit on you (secretly tells some he’s your actual boyfriend to keep them away).

At first, you thought he was just a protective best friend. He’s relieved you didn’t realize his murderous glare at the customer flirting with you the other day. He’s also happy you didn’t miss that coworker that kept buzzing you.

110% clingy. Will take any opportunity to hold your hands, touch your face, or any form of physical contact you allow him. He just loves how your skin feels against his.

Loves to cling to you when you’re doing anything, just to support and watch you.

Flirts blatantly with you ’cause he loves to see you all shy, but if you reply or flirt back, he becomes even shyer and hides his face into the crook of your neck.

Always napping on your shoulders and inviting you to join him. And he drools a bit too (if you bring it up to him, he’ll embarrassingly dismiss it and state he’s just leaving his smell on you).

He’s the type to brag about how you’re so attractive to his friends. Shows them his favorite pictures and goes on and on about how much he adores you and your personality, but as soon as they become interested, he’s all cranky and cutely protective.

Jake never fails to amaze you with the random gifts he gives you. As a result, you learn how attentive he is. If you mention you’re especially fond of a specific color, he’s only buying items in that color.

In addition, he randomly sends you photographs of clothing he thinks you’ll like and asks what size you want it (don’t even dare mention money to him, he’ll stop you immediately).

Jake wants to watch every single movie release with you. He prefers to have you come to his house rather than go to the movies, so he can be close to you while sharing and learning your favorite genres, tv shows, and actors/actresses.

Pictures and more pictures. He’s taking as many as he can while you’re around, he has so many folders dedicated to your pics (more about this trait here).

Book recommendations constantly, and if you’re a bookworm, he’ll read every book you mention.

He may recommend a physics book (at least pretend you’re interested and you have all his heart).

He’s been told by his closest friends that he’s a bit too infatuated with you, but his response it’s always how he’s proud that he loves someone that much. Let’s be honest, he’s a sweetheart.

Pet names:

Baby boy/girl

Kitten

Babe

Love

PDA:

If you’re okay with PDA, he’s in heaven. Jake won’t be shy about it at all, especially because he gets to demonstrate his affection in front of people who might have their eyes on you.

He always has his hands on you, whether holding your own hands or around your waist, never forgetting to caress the area so you feel relaxed.

Long-lasting back hugs, cheek kisses, piggyback rides to anywhere, he’s in for it all.

It’s not like he gives you any chance to start physical contact, but he’ll be the happiest man alive if you start it – be it a surprise hug or blocking his eyes with your hands when you visit him in the shop.

If you react negatively to any of his physical advances, he’ll be understanding and more than happy with just holding hands or being by your side.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request the gang with a S/O who loves animals (cats, dogs, etc.) You can ignore this request if you want to! Have a good day/ night!

A/N: Thanks for the request! I love animals, I had fun with this!

DARRY CURTIS

Every week, Darry’s telling you that you can’t bring home another animal, that he’s barely able to put food on the table for his brothers and you, the last thing he needs is another mouth to feed

But when you look at him like that, clutching whatever small, helpless animal has caught your attention this time, Darry has a hard time saying no sometimes

I firmly believe that you could convince him to leave out a dish of milk for all the neighborhood stray cats, maybe even some food

Darry loves how compassionate you are, and it shows especially through your love for the animals you find yourself involved with all the time

He comes home often to you trying to bring in a stray or a lost animal, begging him to just keep for a few days, at least until you can find it’s real home or a new place for the animal to stay

Please, for the love of god, bat your eyelashes and plead all you can, find and dog and keep it with this man, I promise you, he’s such a dog guy, I have many feelings about raising a dog with him

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop thinks your affinity for animals is cute, he definitely calls you a dog or cat whisperer, really a [insert whatever animal you get along with best] whisperer

If you manage to tame some of the stray cats wandering around the DX, Sodapop will literally be so impressed, I swear, he thinks you’re the coolest thing ever

Argues with Darry sometimes because he wants to keep some of the animals you find and care for them because he just think they’re super cute

He’s the one who comes up with the names for whatever animals you find, it’s his way of being involved in your things and as someone named Sodapop, I think he’d have a few good name suggestions, don’t you?

If you’re good with horses? That’s probably why the two of you clicked to begin with and got along so well, you probably met him while he had Mickey Mouse still

Speaking of Mickey Mouse, I have a feeling he talks about him a lot with you, and I think, if you tried hard enough, you two could start spending more time out at the stables with the rodeo, being around the horses together again <3

PONYBOY CURTIS

I speak as one of them, but if you’re one of those people who have like all sorts of animal facts memorized? I can guarantee Ponyboy is going to love you

He’s got that bookish, nerdy personality, and I think if you had a new fact or something every time you saw him, I just think it would be really cute!

I either see him as that guy who absolutely loves animals, or is totally thrown off by big dogs

I can’t figure out which one I like more but I hope you all know those are the two options I’ve got in my noggin

So I think he’d be amused by your love of animals, thinking it’s just as cute as you are, and definitely part of your charm <3

I can definitely see him encountering an animal out on the town and just randomly spouting off something about them that you told him and all the greasers just turning and looking at him like ???

DALLAS WINSTON

If anything, Dallas is a dog person, which is ironic because he’s got such a catty personality, but just trust me, the cats know he’s one of them

If you befriend the stray cats in the streets, expect some comments about how Dally isn’t afraid to kick your cats if they get too close to him, which they definitely will because y’know, they’re cats

He’s an asshole, okay? You know this, I know this, he’s not the perfect person, he’s just a kid who’s had a rough life and takes it out on other people and things sometimes

That being said, Dallas won’t hurt animals. Partially because of your affinity for them, partially because he isn’t that much of an asshole, he’s only mean to people

You might even catch him fooling around with the stray cats if you’re lucky, squatting down and scratching the ones who bravely step out to face him behind the ears

He doesn’t really have an opinion about your love of animals though? That’s just the way you are, and he really kind of digs you so he just kinda has to dig the love of animals too, y’know?

JOHNNY CADE

I think Johnny would be an animal person too, he would much rather deal with animals than with other people

I think you guys would bond over that? The preference of animals? I just think it’s kind of cute, I can definitely see the two of you running into each other while you’re trying to keep up with a stray dog or something

If you work at a shelter or something, or if you have your own pet, Johnny always wants to come and hang out with you, he loves being around your animals

Let’s just say, if Johnny comes to spend some time at your house, and you have a dog or a cat or something, he takes a solid ten minutes to spend time with your pet before he even spares you a second glance

It’s not that he doesn’t love you! It’s just that he also really loves your pet and he believes that he should shower your dog/cat/whatever with love and affection before he spends time with you

He would really want to have a dog or something with you, I think. He’d treat that pup like it was a baby, spoiling it rotten

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

All I can see when I sit down and try to write this, is Two-Bit trying to flirt with you, saying he’s really great with animals, that animals really love him, and then him getting bit by whatever animals he’s messing with

Hence, leading you to take care of him, chastising him for whatever he did wrong and teaching him what he should have done all while he stares at you with hearts in his eyes

Two-Bit’s a sweetheart, and I have no doubt that animals really do love him! But sometimes, mistakes and accidents happen

Also, expect him to show up with random orphaned animals he found in the street, asking for you to help him take care of them

For example, he found a kitten in the street, just a little baby all alone in the cold world, and who else is he going to go to for help other than you?

The two of you take care of the cat, you fall for each other, Two-Bit gives the cat to his little sister and takes you out on a date, everyone ends up happy!

STEVE RANDLE

Steve has his cars, you have your animals, two things you’re both very passionate about, even if the other isn’t as into the topic!

Steve can tell you all about the parts of an engine and about paint jobs and the chrome, every single piece of the car and what it does or why it’s important; he thinks it’s cool that you’re the same way with animals

Now that doesn’t mean he’s too keen on allowing your animals into his garage, but I think he’d be okay with walking around town with you, walking whatever pet you have or looking for whatever animal has caught your attention

I think he’d be a dog person too, preferring them over cats but not disliking cats, y’know? He just thinks dogs are better to have because you can play with him

Your dog/cat/whatever animals are not allowed in his car unless it’s an absolute emergency because heaven forbid Steve get dog/cat/whatever hair all over his interior

He’ll throw such a fit and then you’ll get in a fight and it’s just easier for everyone if you don’t bring the animals along on your dates

TIM SHEPARD

If you need a place to keep an animal you’ve taken under your wing, Tim can maybe be convinced to take something in for you

You’ve gotta be the one to take care of it though, Tim’s more than fine with having you over all the time if it means that you’re the one feeding whatever animal you’ve got living in a crate in his kitchen

Tim like having you around, he likes having you in the house, and he’ll tell you so, mumbling about how the house seems happier when you’re hanging around

If anything, he’s a dog person, so he’ll be a little more lenient if you show up on his front step one day, maybe soaking wet from a storm with a little puppy shivering underneath your coat

Tim’s happy that you have your thing? That you love animals? But I don’t see him as a huge animal lover-

Not because he’s a bad person or anything, just because he’s barely taking care of his siblings sometimes, animals are just another mouth to feed that he probably won’t be able to take care of

CURLY SHEPARD

Arguably, one of the best boys for you to be with when you’ve got an animal obsession, Curly’s cool with your animals

He’ll argue with Tim till he’s blue in the face if you need a home for whatever animal you’ve found yourself with, he’s content to argue on your behalf

I can totally see him losing his mind if you find a little kitten or something, I think he doesn’t have a preference between dogs or cats, but just liking animals

Humor me for a moment and just picture Curly standing and cradling a tiny little kitten while it’s mewing in his scarred hands-

Tell me you wouldn’t fall in love with him right then and there and I’m gonna call you a big fat liar-

He really does think it cool, your love for animals and your big heart, he thinks you’re sweet, y’know? Curly just really loves it, I don’t know what else to say <3

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I am sorry but I need to say a couple of things about Brad Bakshi, even though I haven't finished season 3 yet. I am not attacking anyone's characterization, let your headcanons and interpretations thrive, but I want to share my take because sometimes it's like I watched a different show.

I either find takes that are "Brad is a lovey-dovey tsundere" or "Brad is a fuckboy, no attachment, he doesn't do feelings". And man, I do not agree with either. It's something in the middle for me.

First of all, Brad is way more caring than some people give him credit for and I will prove it.

He may be an asshole, but he is completely self-aware of it. Poppy, Ian, even David think they're good people, even whan they do or say very questionable things, Brad knows he is being a bastard. He never hides it, never tries to put up an "holier than thou" act, never tries to make people believe he is a good guy. He doesn't try hiding that is an asshole because deliberately acts like one. He wants to be seen as an asshole. He goes out of his fucking way to prove it.

Turning himself in at the end of season 2? "Oh, but it gave him street credi-" it's pretty convenient he wanted street credit when going to jail could also be beneficial to Jo. Otherwise he could have straight up done inside trading himself way before Jo put herslef in trouble.

The whole animal thing? The fact that he was a mouse? Let's pretend for a moment he actually filled it randomly, he happened to get mouse by mistake. Why do you care so much people do not associate you to a mouse? If you're an unforgiving asshole, it will show even if a random test (that people will probably soon forget about) gave you mouse. Look, let's say I make Donald Trump fill out this test and he comes out as a mouse. I will not stop thinking he is a piece of shit! If the test was so meaningless he filled it out randomly (or so he says), why does he care so much about Jo's opinion on it?

Brad is a performative asshole. He does his job in the less nice way possible, but he never sabotages others just because. He tries with that whole buscuit thing, but that's the most damage he causes to someone and it's thrashing a piece of biscuit and give an evil speech that just hans there. Rest of the show? He always ends up helping out people, if not out of kindness, out of understanding every cog needs to fuction properly for the whole Mythic Quest machine to work. He doesn't go out of his way to damage other people, the worst he does? Mean comments. It's performative. It's all performative.

And you know how I know that? Breaking Brad. The Kate story tells us one thing: Brad is a naturally caring person. Kate was a pig. Not a dog, not a cat, not a turtle, not even a fish, animals we are used to consider as pets. Kate was a pig, an animal considered dirty, ugly, ungraceful (fat, but I will not talk about Brad's ED here), the word "pig" is even used as an insult, plus the pig is famously known as the animal you can kill and not waste a single part of it.

A pig is the perfect animal to impart a lesson of cruelty. You don't feel sorry for a pig. And what does Brad do, with this wretched creature? He names her. Zack doesn't, Zack tells us he was on board with killing the pig, it's Brad who can't do it. Zack doesn't care and Brad cares too much, even when he knew Kate's fate was doomed from the start. Right there, you have a character who, despite being taught to be cruel, can't help but care.

"Oh, but this happened when Brad was a kid, he hardened as he grew up" okay, then how do you explain him begging Zack? The thing is, I do believe Brad wanted to get more out of Mythic Quest and was angry bis brother tried to destroy it, I am not saying "Brad is caring because he doesn't want to lose his job", that's fairly normal. The point is, Zack asks him to beg for it, and Brad does. I have seen characters in more desperate situations refuse to plea, but Brad does it. With less resistence than I would have imagined. Instead of being like "I would never beg you, I will not submit myself to this humiliation, I'll find another job", he grovels. He puts his pride second for a company which he will leave the moment his friend Jo (and if I say colleague instead of friend it's even crazier!) is in danger.

Quickly compare it to David asking a whole company to walk out when he gets fired.

Brad is a performative asshole. He didn't have it in him, he taught himself to act and speak like an asshole, and he learned the part well, but his heart is not in it. If you watch Succession, it's like Kendall, he is not a killer. He can pretend to be killer, but he is not.

So now it seems like I said people who view Brad a repressed lovey-dovey tsundere are right, but just wait, i haven't finished yet.

The thing about teaching yourself to be someone else is that first, some habits stick, second, what doesn't stick, you try harder to make it so.

What I mean is, precisely because Brad is a caring person, he tries very hard not to seem like it. It means that if someone shows him kindness, Brad will refuse to accept it twice as hard, because he is fighting towards a natural instinct to show kindness in return.

Someone finally lends Brad a helping hand? For the exact reason he feels like he wants to take it, he'll turn it down. It's not that he is not touched by that care, it's that he can't afford to show it. That's the whole point of the performative assholery, repressing his natural responses.

I see a lot of someone pays Brad a compliment and he blushes because he doesn't know how to take it, but to me is like no! He doesn't blush! The whole point of fighting his own instincts is that he doesn't show his feelings. It's not that he doesn't know what kindness is so he reacts to it like a caveman would react to a computer, he knows exactly what kindness, care and affection are and he deliberately avoids them.

To me Brad doesn't do feelings because he doesn't want to. Brad fights his natural instincts because they're very strong (so he is lovey-dovey on the inside), but, at the same time, that fight implies a lot of trained resistance to his nature (Brad doesn't want to do feelings).

Being an asshole doesn't come natural to Brad and that's why it's so difficult for him to act kind: because being an asshole is not a random trait of his personality he may be willing to change, it's a carefully crafted mask he doesn't want to get rid of.

It's the difference between explaining something to someone who doesn't understand it and someome who doesn't want to understand it.

And one last thing (because you kidded yourself if you thought this wasn't about Braddavid).

I get that, especially at first, especially to keep that mask on, even if Brad had feelings for David he would take a long time before admitting it and I can see him reluctant to put a label to the relationship, because that would be admitting that he cares.

But let me take you back to Brad begging his brother to leave Mythic Quest alone. The moment he senses David might slip up from his fingers (for whataver reason: David might have found somebody else more emotionally available, is growing tired/sad of Brad's emotional distance, etc.) Brad is Back On. Brad is putting the effort to verbalize his feelings, is putting a name on the relationship and, one day, he'd even be willing to put a ring on it. He is "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" coded and you can argue you with the wall.

(Plus, I feel like, exactly like his performative assholery mainly comes from mean comments, he may not be very affectionate when it comes to words of affirmation, but by his behaviour you can tell he cares. He is all about quality time, acts of service and gifts he diguises as not gifts. He tries to be subtle, but he can't help revealing in someway he cares about people).

If Brad could beg his brother, one the people he hates the most in the world, to let him have Mythic Quest for a while more, he could surely find the courage to tell the person he loves that he loves them. "But his pride-" he flushed his pride down the toilet when it became an obstacle to him. He came back to his old company as a janitor, which sadly many people do not considered to be a valuable job, especially since he used to be the Head of Monetization before. He had none of that "oh my God, this job is not well paid or respected enough for my previous standards" crap. He is way less prideful than a lot of people think. Getting where he wants to go, obtaining what he wants to gain is way more important to him than his pride.

Last note, this man in possessive. And I don't necessarily mean in a toxic, abusive way, but you can't deny that he is. He wants to own people, he probably rarely calls in favours from them because he gets high on how long he can own them. The "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" comes back into the play, this man is jealous. Again, of course this was about Braddavid, shame on you if you didn't catch it, but I have seen too many "David is too affectionate, Brad is aloof and cool" and I don't buy it.

Brad may not be into PDA, and he may not show it with words, but when he is in a committed relationship he is committed. He may say it's casual, but this is just like Kate. No matter how many times he tells himself he won't get attached to a person and that every relationship ends, at the end of the day, if he truly cares about that person, he won't be able to kill the relationship like it was nothing and go on with his life. I cannot imagine him breaking up with someone because "oh no, I am getting too involved", that's the whole point, he cannot do that, or he'd be a killer, he would have been able to kill Kate and let go of Mythic Quest and let Jo end up in jail. Even if he did break up with this person, it wouldn't come natural to him and he would an absolute wreck, haunted by the memory of this person like he is haunted by the memory of Kate.

It's the duality here! Brad's all about the duality, nature and (self) nurture fighting one against the other. And I have mainly found stuff in which this duality is not shown.

If you made it to this point, thank you for indulging me in overanalysing this character, have a wonderful day.

P.S. I forgot to mention, Brad totally watches those animal predators video for desensitization. Because he couldn't kill Kate so he teaches himself to be insensitive to animal cruelty. The kid who couldn't harm his pig is not watching animal on animal violence for kicks and giggles.

#mythic quest #brad bakshi #david brittlesbee #braddavid #character analysis #meta

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bedroom-dreams · 1 year

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First kiss with Enhypen’s Hyung Line

Pairing: Enhypen's Hyung Line x reader (f in Heeseung's and neutral in the rest)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: kissing, mention of food in Heeseung's

Word Count: 1.736

Song Recommendations: none for Heeseung's, Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's, Pretty Dark by Grimes for Jake's and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey for Sunghoon's.

A/N: my first work finally posted aaaaah! I spent a lot of time and care in it to make sure it was worthy and I really like the final result. I'm actually a bit nervous but also very excited to open up like this. I have a few song recommendations for the reactions but you're more than free to do as you please: there was not a song I could firmly set on Heeseung's but idc I think it really adds to it (besides, I randomly thought of assigning songs as I was finishing up so it's whatevs), Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's wink wink, Pretty Dark by Grimes feels so cuddly an ideal for Jake's part and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by LDR as I was mostly listening to it as I was writing Sunghoon's reaction and it makes my heart beat very fast how perfect this match is! Finally, I'd love love love to know what you think of it, whether good or constructive.

♡Heeseung:

It was around 1:50 am and after a day of work he’d been dying to meet up with you. He’d been praised in his vocal lessons and he’d finally finished perfecting their newest choregraphy, which he’d rewarded himself with with a bigger portion of dinner than what was usual for him. Not to mention the 50,000 won bill he’d found on the ground when leaving for the company in the morning. Life had smiled at him and he’d taken every blessing with pure excitment, but to completely wrap up his day he wanted to see his favourite girl.

You’d been dating for a few weeks but it felt as if your honeymoon phase would never find an end. Every thought of him was exciting and every time your eyes met felt groundbreaking. Imagine then the exhilaration of having him next to you.

Now you were mindlesslly strolling down the streets near his dormitory just in case it got too late. It was rather far away from downtown Seoul which allowed for the lamppost’s light to be uninterrupted, except for the occasional stray cat.

With laced hands and his hoodie on your body, your voices were down almost to a whisper to match the quietness of your surrounding and to keep both of your hearts from taking over. As you walked and conversed about both of your days the topic of you came up. “… And I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sorry for all the messages today; And thank you for coming all the way here.” He said apologeticly.

“Don’t apologize about that. My heart feels like it’ll jump out of my chest when I hear from you.” The last line was not supposed to come out, but maybe that’s some lie you told yourself in case he didn’t take those words seriously. However, the butterflies in his stomach went off almost alarmingly strong. “And thank you for inviting me all the way here, including me in today.”

“Any day with you is perfect.” And with a leap of confidence he held his gaze straight into your eyes.

And with the sparkle in your eyes and slightly open mouth from the effect he had on you, he knew this was all he needed, so he leaned in, your face mimicking his movement like a magnetic pull, which made your lips meet in the perfect axis of a delicate and telling first kiss.

♥Jay:

“This is the one I want!” You said choosing “Oh! My Mistake” by April. As beautiful as you thought the song was, you also wanted for Jay to hear those words being sung by your heart only to him.

With a hand on your back he encouraged you as he leaned back into the leather sofa, exhausted from the singing and dancing the previous dozen songs had pushed the both of you to under the pink beams of the norebang. From the windows, the droplets of the rain you hadn’t been able to escape and the light from the tall buildings of the city seemed like tiny stars envolving you in an esoteric world of your own.

No one would’ve guessed who the professional idol was from this scene alone but in that moment he just wanted to sit back and let you do your thing without coming down from the high only you provided him with.

And so the song started and from the first seconds your heart moved to the song letting yourself be moved by it, the shyness of your solo concert melting away with every count, every word you knew to be true to your feelings toward your boyfriend and every cheer he sent your way.

Even the dance moves felt freeing enough to turn around every once in a while to look at your Jay, giggling when his smiled doubled in size at the eye contact, and him, who like an enchanted person, not once directed his sight to something other than you.

Maybe it was a little bit to early to tell but looking at you, a sense of new-found responsability washed over him, a need and want to protect you from every bad thing in this world. To always preserve your twinkling eyes and special ways. He was ready for the evolving love he had always yearned for, with you.

As you said the last line and your dancing came to its end you turned around to see his fading smile, but far from any frown, he could only show adoration. You were sure all the clocks around the world stopped to gift you a moment you’d never forget as he grabbed your hand, pulling you next to him, almost on him, and with a swift and fast movement he held you by the back of your head and your waist to your first kiss.

♡Jake:

Laying under the covers, softly talking about anything with him and drowning in the atmosphere was as perfect an afternoon as it sounds. It was your first visit to Jake and his teammates’ dorms all the time you’d known him and you were in awe of everything and beyong happy he was finally sharing this part of him with you. None of the rest of the members were home either, the privacy making you want to go to the next level with him. By the way he looked at you, even when your attention was on something else, maybe today you’d get lucky.

Jake was right next to you, after all, he was the one who’d suggested to heat up this way from the cold. He hadn’t stoped smiling from the moment you appeared, especially at your excitment and curiosity. When he was with you there was no filter on his brain; whatever you wanted he gave you, whatever you asked he answered, if you smiled he smiled too and if you frowned he frowned too. The boy was shamelessly into you.

“you look so beautiful right now. Are we sure you’re real?” Jake and his mouth. not once had he not startled you with his compliments. In return you smiled and closed your eyes, suddenly aware of the short distance between you two, and complimented him back. “You say that as if you didn’t look, well, like you do.”

Actually, those were all the words that were supposed to come out but he stopped you mid-way with his kiss.

It wasn’t a long kiss or a particularly deep kiss. It was a confident and fun kiss.

What followed was a silence that lasted for as much as your breath was held in and broken with your boyfriend’s laughter.

“Jake..”

“Yes, my love.” There he was again making you melt.

“You kissed me.” And you could still feel his lips on yours, the unforgettable tingle of the flower of his love.

“Yes I did. Our first kiss. Did you like it?” Gosh… it had been perfect.

“I…” you started laughing with him at the situation.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

“I loved it.”

With Jake there was nothing to read, what you saw was what you got. No weighting out the options, just betting it all, just kissing you. In truth, if you asked him, he had actually been holding it together for a long long time, from the moment you’d accepted to go out with him he’d been fantasizing about it but after hours of uncesing loving you, under the covers and with the changing lights, he knew there was no moment better than this.

♥Sunghoon:

Ding!

The elevators doors opened and closed on the 21st floor, keeping in five of you within its four walls and dim light. No music, not even the doors made a sound. Sunghoon moved closer to you, who was in the back. His handsome features masked true feelings; he couldn’t feel his legs from the nervousness. The words of his members mixing in his head with the thousand worries romantic feeling bring and the issue consuming him: to kiss or not to kiss? The small space only leading you two to the ending of the night.

Ding!

You were now down to the 16th floor and more people flooded into the elevator squishing Sunghoon to you, who instinctively got between your body and the rest of passangers. You thanked him with a small smile, which made his pale cheeks an immediate red. Did you feel the same pressure he felt? Was it all in his head? Did you despise him for the intimacy that never came? If you did, you never showed it nor mentioned it.

Ding!

Only about 12 floors till you reached your destination, however people kept coming in. In the myriad of perfumes and colognes the only one you caught was his, now closer than ever, and it was intoxicating to the point of dizzying you against the dark wall. Like always, you didn’t know when the next time you’d see each other would be so you tried memorizing every fraction of him, never tired of being with him. You noticed Sunghoon’s body was both stiff and unresting. Was it your fault? When he caught you staring, he nervously chuckled and looked down. He was dreamy and he looked the part. Without even having time to think it through you touched his fingers, and held his hand.

Ding!

The 7th floor released some people which in turn made everyone left spread out, but not Sunghoon. He stood close to you, still making sense of your laced hands. There were no longer turmoils in him, just the peace of being with who he liked the most, and the knowledge that it was reciprocated. You didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t say anything to you. But you both felt it. A scene starring no one else.

Ding!

You had reached the main floor. As soon as the doors opened everyone walked out and the noise from the rest of the world harshly came in. When the doors closed and silence was reinstaurated, two figures remained inside. Your hearts broke at your imminent separation; you were not ready to let go. You looked at each other with no need to speak. Then, you leaned in for a kiss. It was long and beautiful. To be honest, it made him tear up a bit. Had he found the one?

A/N: omg thank you for reading it!! Which one did you like best?? I did different things for all of them so they’re all special to me hahaha. Heeseung’s was the easiest to write, Jay’s was an idea I had had for a long time and was very happy to do, Jake’s scennario was the one I was the most certain about and Sunghoon’s was the one that was the hardest for me but I ended up doing something I absolutely love and tbh I haven’t seen done before. Have a beautiful rest of your day and night, my loves <3 (and happy Halloween 🎃✨)

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paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, ch 2: the wolf and its flower

the aftermath of the party still bothers you until this day. nevertheless, with only one day left before take off, you decide to get your head in the game. but who would you meet in the streets of naples today...?

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The sun's shining a little brighter than usual today, you thought. From the cracks between your fingers, you gazed at the sky. In your grasp was a lacy parasol, which you promptly opened up and held overhead. A pair of children kicked a ball past you and ran into the alley you stepped out from.

The weather forecast stated that today would be a sunny day with no clouds in sight. They were right for the most part; but there was no way this summer heat was just thirty degrees celsius.

As you strolled down the streets of Naples, you thought about the gala– a numbing memory that burned itself in the corners of your mind. You stopped at a pedestrian crossing, staring pointedly at the traffic light. Glaring red flashed languidly.

Giorno and you had not spoken since that day. Shortly after meeting his fiancé, you slipped away using your stand. Knowing Giogio, he was sure to notice something was amiss, especially when you missed this week's tea party. But he never reached out once.

I wonder if he even cares.

Stunned by the intrusive thought, you shook your head to dispel it. Today was the last day before your mission. This was not the right time to brood over a man– you knew better than that. Relationships and familial ties were the leading cause of failure in missions. You were certain not to disappoint.

Red switched to green and you began crossing the road. As you gripped your parasol, you stared ahead.

But when I return, I'll tell him how I feel. That's fine... right?

. . .

Today's goal was to rendezvous with your coworkers. For years, you have received job details directly from your capo, Signora Lucia. This time, you were instructed to contact a man named Murolo: a member of Passione's information analysis team. He was to brief you on the intricate details of the mission– and like it or not– this likely meant he knew of your position in Passione. Few knew of your identity, and you disliked the idea of another person on the list, but it was a small price to pay.

You continued strolling the streets when you passed by an alleyway. A faint mew alerted you and you perked up. Peering from the shadows was a tiny creature, its tiny tail twitching and ears raised. In its hairless glory, a young Sphynx cat beckoned you closer.

Squatting down, you put your hands on your lap. You cooed and smiled tenderly at it.

The kitten's ears shifted independently before padding over to you. It met your outstretched hand halfway and rubbed its head against your fingers. You gushed in awe and began petting it.

Your smile faltered when you sensed an ominous presence behind you. Instinctively, you dropped low and spun, kicking your leg out to knock them over. Bullseye; you landed a perfect blow and they fell over.

"Mew!" The kitten fled into the safety of the shadows as you righted yourself to full height, towering over the stranger laying on the floor.

It was a man in a trench coat. A hat and a pair of sunglasses laid a few feet away from him, its lenses shattered and fragments dispersed randomly on the concrete.

"Oh... geez," A groan rumbled from his throat. The man lifted his head, "I didn't know Italians welcomed foreigners with violence."

You met his eyes, "I think anyone with some sense would know that it's rude to sneak up on people," You refuted.

The man sighed as he combed his fingers through his hair. His other hand flapped at you weakly in a 'whatever'.

The stranger was quite the looker, with dark layered hair that curled around his nape. From the shadows of his lengthy, disheveled fringe, there laid a deep scar that ran vertically down his lip to his chin. Contrasting with his Eastern features, he owned a pair of emerald green eyes. Huh, those eyes. They looked an awful lot like a certain mafia boss in mind.

"No offence, but you look like a mobster, signore."

The man hauled himself onto his feet, rubbing his behind. "First you knock me over and now you insult my style? Consider me charmed."

He scooped up his hat and slapped it onto his head. When he gathered his broken shades- or what was left of it- another groan left him.

You cringed at the lenses-less frame in his hands. "I'm sorry... Would you like me to replace those?"

"They're a vintage piece from an auction I scored in London. There's no way you'd be able to afford it," he muttered. He chucked it into a trash bin and dusted his hands.

Well that was haughty... It certainly does look quite pricey. But when you play a stupid game, you get a stupid price.

He began gathering the goods– or what was left of it– into his paper bag. Fallen produce littered the alleyway, tomatoes squashed and bottles of herbs shattered. As he stuffed a can of cat food into his paper bag, he raised a brow.

"You know what? There is something you can do to make up for it."

You gazed at him questioningly.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The jar in your hands was twenty euros. A singular jar of organic gherkins. Out of anything in this world it just had to be pickled cucumbers. And unreasonably, 'high quality all-natural' gherkins, to boot.

Your head swiveled to the ravenette, "This is ridiculous."

"What are you on about?" He scoffed when he snatched it from your grasp. "I know my worth."

You stared in disdain as he carted it. To make up for it, this stranger made you tag along to replace his groceries. All that was broken and ruined had to be replaced by you. At first you weren't too miffed about it until you saw the sign outside the store.

Penny's Organics. That second word was enough to send you running to the hills. Nevertheless, you were a woman of your word, so here you were.

You checked your watch; half an hour left. The meeting would start soon and you had better hurry. However, the man beside you (who was pondering over Italian herbs) prevented you from scurrying off.

"You must be seriously loaded to afford eating like this," You muttered as you walked beside him, holding the other handle of the basket. Down the aisle, he selected a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Another eighty euros. He placed it atop a pile of similarly overpriced goods in the cart.

"I'm just paying attention to my health. The garbage most people put into their bodies is astounding. Believe it or not, this is the way to live better, with better food."

"But this is a luxury," you said as the both of you beelined for the cashier. "Realistically most people can't afford to pay this much for groceries. You're privileged, signore."

You lifted the basket onto the conveyor belt. The clerk in charge began scanning the goods.

"That'll be three hundred and sixty three euros," The lady glanced expectantly at the two of you. She tilted the scanner in hand. "Cash or card?"

You side eyed the stranger and he stared back. Reluctantly, you pulled out your purse and took out your card. You sighed and handed her the little silver rectangle.

"Card, please."

What happened next was a blur. When you blinked, you found yourself sitting in a little coffee shop. The same shop that you were told to meet Murolo and Prosciutto. And for some reason, the foreigner was seated on the other side of the table. A set of matching parfaits were on the table. Yours remained untouched, spoon sunken in a pool of whipped cream.

Uh... This is the part where we go our separate ways... Right?

Almost as if he had telepathy, he responded, "Why do you look so confused? This is my thank you."

Your eye twitched, "What for? For putting a dent in my bank account?"

"If you'd like to put it that way," The ravenette chuckled. He scraped the bottom of the glass before checking his watch. You blinked once and a wad of cash was now sat on the table.

"What's this for?" You pointed at the money.

"Ah, leave some here as a tip for the staff. You can keep the rest," He replied as he adjusted his hat and got up. Your confused expression prompted him further, "I was just kidding when I asked you to pay for my groceries. That would be dishonoring my family name."

"Ah, your name– I don't know your name," You stammered, your eyes dashing from the cash to him.

The foreigner froze and held his chin in thought. Then his eyes crinkled as he smiled from ear to ear, "Let's just hope we never meet again, lady," He laughed. Then he walked out the door and left.

You sat in the cafe, alone, an uneaten parfait still waiting for you. In the afternoon heat, cream dribbled down the sides of the glass.

Not too long after, the first person showed up. A lithe man with a Borsellino hat approached you cautiously, a brown leather laptop bag in his hands.

"(l/n), is it?" The man enquired, his voice low in secrecy, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Murolo, I presume," You exchanged a handshake. "Please, call me (y/n). I'm assuming you already know who I am, so there's no need for any false airs."

He nodded. His eyes were a cunning slant, reminding you of the visage of a shifty fox.

"Indeed, I know everybody in this organisation. In fact, I'm well acquainted with your capo and your team," Murolo smirked, "But I digress. Let's begin, shall we?"

The two of you sat down and he produced a laptop. He slid it towards you, gesturing to open it, so you did. The screen had only one folder present, which you clicked open. A document popped up instantly.

"This mission involves a Chinese diplomat. His name is Luo Langfei–" Murolo said as you scrolled down the word document. A character study had been prepared, and the photo attached showed a middle-aged man sitting on a couch, "–He's a member of a triad in the motherland, a sly fella who pulls strings behind the scenes in the drug trade."

"I can see where this is headed but how exactly does this involve Passione?"

Murolo hesitated. "Lately, we caught wind of suspicious activities between his group and ours."

You reclined in your seat, "You mean some of our men have had dealings with Langfei?"

"Correct," The man pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket. He set it on the table and opened it. A thin vial was before you. Inside it was a red flower with few petals. Most of them had decayed and shriveled, resting at the bottom.

"I'm sure you know Panacotta Fugo. Giogio sent him to investigate these rumours. He found a number of these vials among our men. They refused to spill the beans about its whereabouts, except for one guy. But at the mention of Langfei..." His brows furrowed and he lowered his voice.

"Fugo said that it was a horrifying death. Out of nowhere, hundreds of roots burst out from the man's guts. A long stem sprouted out of his mouth shortly and he suffocated. A red flower bloomed as the man's muscles began atrophying rapidly. He was pronounced dead on the spot."

A long moment of silence followed. Something heavy hung in the air, something akin to horror and discomfort. A lump sat in your throat, and you swallowed hard. Was it wrong for you to say that you were glad it wasn't you who witnessed that?

You held your chin. Could that also be why Fugo insisted on escorting you during the gala? Had you known what he saw, you probably would have cut the poor guy some slack. Feeling a tinge of guilt, you closed your eyes.

"That's a horrible way to go... even for a traitor. So Giorno thinks this flower has something to do with it?"

"You hit the nail on the head. This flower here is the same as the one that killed the man. And–" The man in the hat leaned forward. He gazed around before continuing, "–A week ago, the men who attacked the gala carried this flower. We don't know yet of its purpose, but Giogio thinks all of this circles back to Langfei."

You rubbed your chin, thoughtfully. "And so this is where I come in, right? My partner and I will investigate this diplomat. And if it turns out he's the one responsible..."

"I believe that's what I'm here for. His blood will be on my hands."

Standing beside you was none other than a certain blonde from the gala. Your partner and an infamous mobster from the Assassination Team. A wine-purple suit was draped over his shoulders. His hair was styled the same during the gala, pushed back and secured in tiny little notches along his head.

In the bright daylight, you could see the lines under his eyes, a declaration of his age. His blue eyes fell on you, and they widened slightly.

"Hm, I didn't expect to meet you again, signora," A corner of his lips tilted up in a faint smirk, "This must be what people call fate, huh?"

Your lips twitched in a grin, "Perhaps you're right."

Murolo checked his watch. The blonde sat beside you, listening to the informant's brief rerun of the information. As Prosciutto was brought to speed, you began to zone out. Unfortunately, your daydreams ended and you were slapped back to reality by Prosciutto's questioning tone.

"Huh? We're gonna go that far for this mission?" From the slack of his jaw, it seemed he was caught off guard.

You side-eyed him, what's got his panties in a twist? You raised a brow questioningly at the informant across you. The little man with a hat carried an amused expression on his face.

"Did the boss not tell you? For this assignment, the two of you will be playing husband and wife. And you're going on a little trip around the world."

✸

Murolo left the cafe first. Prosciutto and you followed after some time had passed. You silently walked together, down the quiet streets of Naples as dusk painted it in its hues. Your parasol hung from your arm as you drowned in your thoughts.

Tomorrow marked the beginning of the mission. What surprised you was how hastily it was planned. Giorno was sure to receive a nagging from you when you returned, how could he not consult you on the fact that this mission would precariously hinge on your acting skills? Would it even work out? Could you really pull it off?

"I didn't think the boss would want us to go this far," You gazed at the man who broke the silence. A cigarette bud rested between his lips. "I've never done something like this before."

"Same here. The most complicated work I've done was..." You held your tongue, "Well I've never had to play hanky panky with a coworker before."

"'Hanky panky?' We don't have to go that far," He frowned, seemingly displeased with the joke. "Besides, if they wanted a flirtatious man, they should've chosen Melone... Wait, that sounds like a recipe for disaster."

He began murmuring to himself. It seemed like he was putting in a lot of thought into this too. The blonde seemed like a precautious individual. He must be capable, if they selected him among his peers. Maybe the two of you could pull this off.

Taking a few steps forward, you stopped in front of him and gazed up at him. The two of you stood beside a brick-wall building.

"Well, if we're going to pretend to be married, we'd better start practising," You smiled. And I know just how we can do that."

Confusion shone in his eyes as you smiled cheekily. You hooked an arm around his and began pulling him along. He stumbled a little and the bud in his mouth fell onto the floor. As you dragged him down the streets, chattering with ideas, an onlooker in one of the building's units watched from their balcony.

The owner of a pair of emerald green eyes watched curiously, a sphynx cat on their lap. Besides a vase of bright red flowers, a can of cat food sat on a table in the balcony. Deft fingers scratched the creature's wrinkles, eliciting a contented purr.

"I see," He muttered, his eyes following the pair in the street. "This will be interesting."

#jojo x you #jojo x y/n #jojo part five #golden wind #vento aureo #jojo fanfic #paper heart #jojo paper heart #paper heart fanfic #jojo prosciutto #prosciutto x fem!reader #prosciutto x you #prosciutto x reader #giorno giovanna #panacotta fugo #cannolo murolo

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barmadumet · 2 years

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Pleas tell me about your PW AU!

WIP GAME

Omg not this one 🤭 Actually, I think you knew about this! Random idea for a Pretty Woman AU that came to me while watching the movie back in June. It strayed from the movie plot quite a bit, though. I had lots of ideas and wrote about 3k words one night, but never went back . . .Basically Anakin is a stripper (giggle), and one night he is leaving a bachelorette party dressed in a doctor costume. An intoxicated woman from the party follows him to the bus stop (heck, I would), and starts aggressively hitting on him. Obi-Wan has worked late at the Intergalactic Bank, and as he’s going to his car, he sees Anakin having a difficult time trying to politely dismiss the woman. HE ASSUMES ANAKIN IS A REAL DOCTOR, and goes over to help. He claims there is an injured bar patron down the street that needs medical attention, hoping to pull Anakin out of the bad situation. Ironically, a friend of the woman comes to intercept about the same time, keeping her from revealing that Anakin is not a real doctor. The two are left alone, and Anakin has missed the bus by this point, so he’s offered a ride home. Anakin doesn’t live in the city, so he declines…. And then the normally reserved and careful banker does something completely out of character and invites the intriguing young man to stay with him for the night; he’ll take him home in the morning when it’s not so late to make the long journey.

Being the kind, sweet, brought-up-in-the-church boy he is, Anakin doesn’t want to be dishonest and tells Obi-Wan that he’s not a doctor almost right away. Now, Obi-Wan is silently panicking that he has a stripper in his car, but there’s no going back. But as Anakin gives him the short version of his difficult path, he can immediately see his goodness. He learns Anakin puts every penny he earns into fixing up a very modest home he owns in the suburbs that is in desperate need of repair. He has no family left and all he wants is to have a place that feels like a home - a sanctuary - a place to call his own. Ultimately, something will happen that makes the house inhabitable, and who do you think will offer the spare room in his city apartment indefinitely?

Cute, fun, and dramatic stuff would happen like Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan’s cat (because he loves animals but can’t afford a pet). Obi-Wan will take Anakin to a work party as a “date.” Obi-Wan will open up about his estranged family who don’t agree with his life choices. Anakin's strong faith and positive outlook despite all he's been through in his short life, help Obi-Wan learn how to find joy through his own struggles.

I have NEVER been interested in AU until this idea randomly popped in my head. My philosophy was always if they aren't Jedi, I'm not interested. I honestly don't know how I became one of those obikins that can't watch a non Star Wars movie without thinking about an AU 😂 Shorty after beginning this work, I stumbled upon an AU called You're My Home by @stanakin96 and probably wouldn't have read it prior to this, and I'm so glad I did. So now I tag them for this game!

And thanks again for tagging me @justaminion ❤️And thank you for the ask!

#obikin #pretty woman au #sort of #obikin au #wip ask game #now you know!

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scarareg · 1 year

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Eren for the ask!

First impression

I just thought "ahhh ! why are you crying honey?! look!even your sister here is worried about you:(" lmao ,I was so wrong about the sister bit;oh! and that his eyes are the prettiest!

Impression now

He gives me all the feelings at once! I understand where he was coming from with The Rumbling,and at its core his intention was sweet and noble af,but good intentions do not always translate into good actions and The Rumbling was terrible and I can not agree with that decision,even if I know he did not regret it and thought that it was the only solution.

But I also really,really like him!,how true to his ideals he is and the love that he feels for his loved ones,the world and his freedom,is in a way inspiring,like I can help but admire his determination and loyalty and how hard working he is. Like since the beginning he is trying his best! He was in the top 5 best graduate cadets in the 104th Training Corps, only after Mikasa Ackerman herself and our three fave traitors,Reiner,Annie and Berth,who already had military training,so they were cheating lmao

He is smart,and funny,makes me laugh even in the last manga chapter,he is unintentionally funny! I don't know what it is,maybe are his faces that make me laugh! He is charming and knows his own worth, and those traits + his wits and guts are a deadly combination and he knows it,and that is why he can come out as scary or intimidating or too much for some people,and that's fine,I think. I also like a man who can take decision no matter how hard they are,go through with them and not back down or make excuses when the consequences are done,so he is perfection for me!

I love his looks. He with his medium length hair still is my weakness but any other of his hair styles are perfect too. He got the good looks from his mom! His skin color is pretty af and oh! His eyes?The prettiest!

Favorite moment

Probably the whole last arc,I adore how reckless he went lmao. Specific moment(s) him talking randomly with Armin in the paths like is nothing and Armin like wtf,him talking to Reiner after asking Falco to send his letters and before attacking everyone in the surface,his Rumbling speech to all Eldians, and he traumatizing his father lmao

Idea for a story

Everything stays the same but instead of The Rumbling,Eren goes along with Hange and Armin and their plan of at least try to make peace first

I would love to read a normal highschool/college AU,guess I will look up for fics

Unpopular opinion

I always say this but I truly think he has been a wonderful mc since the beginning of the story!

Favorite relationship

With Armin and Mikasa! I think is so sweet how he can go above and beyond for them,even if you might think that after The Rumbling that love crossed the line and his actions added like a million red flags,but everyone has their flaws lmao

Favorite headcanon

Eren loves cats! He seems to me like that stoic type guy from shoujos that take care of kittens that were in a box on the street, protecting them from the rain with his umbrella,while giving them food and talking to them like a worried mom lmao

Armin and Mikasa at the beginning of the story forbade him to drink coffee because his energy was always over 200%,after the time skip they try to convince him to have one every morning because he constantly seemed exhausted.

Thanks for the ask my dear! Sorry if I went overboard with the answers but I was inspired!

#Eren Jeager #SNK #AOT #Shingeki No Kyojin #Attack On Titan #Mikotofubar

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cassarilladraws · 2 years

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Turning Tables: Origins (Part 2)

Summary: The heroes of Paris have faced many twists and turns in their lives. Navigating being heroes, their feelings for each other, breaking free, and all of the things that life piles on them over time. Things don’t turn out how they would have expected. Feelings can be complicated and parents can be cruel. Life has a way of turning the tables, but sometimes the scariest and most unexpected turns are actually for the better. Many of these twists began after Chat Noir and Scarabella fought Hack-San, which led to Ladybug having a very important conversation with her partner. Part 1/Master list | Next Rated: T Read on Ao3 | Wattpad //////////////// Things got off to a rocky start between Scarabella and Chat Noir. Of course, the feline hero had no idea Ladybug was sending in a replacement. Alya couldn’t really blame him for the reaction. What would she have thought in his position? Eventually, they did learn to work together and she earned his trust. The team up gave Alya a whole new appreciation for Chat Noir. He was encouraging and knew how to lift her up when she was feeling down. It was no wonder that Ladybug felt stronger with him around. It hadn’t been lost on her that Chat Noir was thrown off by the fact that Scarabella knew his partners identity. Alya didn’t know Chat Noir all that well, as far as she was aware, but it was apparent to her that he was struggling with his role in the partnership. After she gave Marinette her earrings back she decided to have a talk with her. “You need to talk to Chat Noir. It’s important.” Alya tried to be discrete since Marinette’s family was still nearby. “What do you mean?' Marinette questioned. "Things worked out in the end right?” “Marinette. You sent in a replacement and didn’t tell him about it. He didn’t know what to think.” Alya crossed her arms. “What would YOU think if someone new just randomly showed up with the Cat Miraculous and you also found out that he had shared his identity with someone else and didn’t see fit to tell you about it at all? How would you feel?”

“Oh.” Marinette’s shoulders sagged. “I really do need to talk to him.”

“Marinette, I love you but I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. He’s hurting. He wants nothing more than to be a good partner to you. That’s why he attacked me at first. He cares about you so much. It seems to me that this Guardianship thing is taking a toll on you both. I’m here for you. You know that. But he wants to help. I know how stubborn you can be about things, but you need to LET him help. He's your partner? You are a team. You need each other.” “Why are you so invested in our partnership anyway?” Marinette pouted, feeling defensive for a moment. Then she thought about her best friend’s words. After a few moments her blue eyes widened in realization. “Alya, I’ve been pushing him away lately and I didn’t even realize it! I’ve just been so busy with the Guardian duties. I-I didn’t mean to. What If he hates me now? I haven’t been a very good partner to him and I—” “Woah, hold on!” Alya placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “First of all, I’m invested because if Paris’ superhero duo not communicating puts this city in more danger. And if you haven’t noticed, I happen to LIVE in Paris and I like living. Second of all, realizing this now means you can start talking now. If communication is the issue, what you need to do is communicate! Chat Noir is frustrated, but he cares about you so much. All he needs is some reassurance that he’s still your partner. There have been a lot of other heroes lately. So what if you got too wrapped up in your responsibilities? He will understand that. What YOU need to understand is that he wants to help you. He can’t do that if you’re shutting him out." “Marinette? You coming?” Tom called from up the street. Both girls looked ahead and realized they had lagged behind. “Yes, Papa!” Marinette answered before turning back to Alya. “You’re right. I’ll talk to him.” “That’s my girl!” Alya wrapped her arm around Marinette’s shoulder and they sped walked together to catch up. “Trust me, it will work out.” ////////////////////////////// Ladybug’s nerves were buzzing. Her partner was sitting right were she had asked to meet. His posture did nothing to calm her nerves. He looked defeated, and burdened. In hindsight there were signs of their partnership fracturing, but she had been too involved in her own problems to notice. A bitter feeling went through her. It wasn’t fair to either of them to have so much responsibility thrown on them at their age. She tried to swallow down her feelings and swung towards him. When she landed he didn’t even turn her way. The nerves intensified. “You must have been pretty surprised to discover that there was another holder.” She laughed nervously. He still wouldn’t meet her eyes. She sat down beside him. “I’m really sorry, Chat Noir. I should have told you. I mean, if I found out you that you told someone about your secret identity, I’d probably be upset too. I’m really sorry I hurt your feelings.” “You didn’t hurt my feelings. You did everything right. Paris will always need a Ladybug superhero to watch over her. It’s just, I realized that if one day that hero wasn’t you, M’lady, since we don’t know each other’s identities… that means, I’d never see you again. Ever. And well, I just don’t know if I could bear it.” Ladybug gasped at this. The guilt settled deeper into her stomach. She was convinced she could handle him being mad at her better than the understanding she could see in his eyes. He wasn’t angry at her for sharing her identity with someone. He wasn’t even angry with her for having a replacement for a day. No, her partner was concerned that he could lose her forever. All of her impulses were screaming at her. Things were so complicated. There was no doubt in her mind how much her partner cared about her. So much it had hurt him. The Guardianship had pushed them further apart. Not to mention that despite her best efforts, he could very well lose her. She could lose her memories if she had to give up Guardianship. All of this was unfair. It was unfair to both of them. Her anger bubbled up at their situation. Chat Noir had died for her on more than one occasion. All of those losses struck her hard, although they were temporary. Her mind was a chaotic scramble of thoughts and feelings as she tried to work through what to do. She didn’t realize it had been several minutes since either of them had spoken. Her mind was loud and confusing. That was, until a clear thought finally cut through the chaos. A dangerous thought. Yet somehow, it brought her peace. Somehow, it felt right. Her shoulders relaxed as she looked out at the sunset with a content sigh.

//////////////////////////////// Chat Noir had poured his heart out. He understood why she needed a replacement. He’d understood that she needed someone to confide in. Their partnership and friendship meant everything to him. He didn’t want to lose that. He never wanted to lose her. Yet, the battle with Hack-San made it crystal clear to him that it was a very real possibility. To him, the silence that hung over them was deafening. It crossed his mind that maybe he had shared too much about how he felt. He just wished she’d say something, anything. His fingers fidgeted on the ledge as he tried to contain his restlessness. Should he just leave? Run across the rooftops for a while and come back? He hadn’t turned towards her but in his peripheral vision she seemed frozen in deep thought. An apology for saying too much was on the tip of his tongue, when she broke the silence with a sigh. “When I’m older, I’d like to be a fashion designer.” Of all the things she could have said, he didn’t expect this. He turned towards her, but her gaze was on the Eiffel Tower. The sunset was beautiful and she seemed to be enjoying it. The peacefulness he saw on her face was in stark contrast to uncertainty in his own head. “I’ve always loved creating.” She gave a little laugh. “Miraculous of creation. I guess it fits.” It definitely made sense to him. Of course she would be an artist of some kind. But why was she telling him this? It leaned into more personal territory and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “My parents have a bakery. I love them to pieces.” Ladybug continued. “My favorite game series is Ultimate Mecha Strike. Scarabella is my best friend outside of the mask. I was pushing people away in my life. She was trying to be there for me, but I couldn’t let her until she knew the whole truth. That’s why I told her. I’m bad about trying to figure out solutions on my own. You’ve been trying to be there for me too. I’m sorry I pushed you away.” “M’lady? You don’t have to tell me all of this.” Chat stopped her for a moment. He didn’t want her doing something she might regret. “I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you into telling me things you shouldn’t or things you aren't comfortable sharing. You’ve always been so secretive. You’ve always said we can’t know too much about each other’s personal lives. You know I’m not a big fan of the identity rule between us but I do respect it. You are the guardian. You're my partner. I’ll respect your wishes.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “Maybe I was wrong about all of that. Paris needs us to have a strong partnership. I can’t sit here and let it fall apart. Especially, when I’ve been the one pushing my partner away.” Suddenly, she extended her hand in front of him. There was something about the awkwardness of her sudden movement struck him as familiar. Chat Noir tilted his head a bit and recognized that she wanted him to shake it. So he did. “Hello, Chat Noir.” She shook his hand as if they were business partners meeting for the very first time. “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It’s nice to finally introduce myself.” /////////////// ------------- Thanks for reading! CassarillaDraws -- Twitter, Instragram, Ao3 Cassarilla -- ko-fi, patreon, youtube, Wattpad

#Miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous fanfiction #Turning Tables AU #ladynoir #Cassarilla writes

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nobully · 1 year

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[ wrap ] – for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. 💖

the intimacy of hands. | [ wrap ]

"Yiyi, look at that cat!"

Wang Yi rolls his eyes and keeps peddling. ' That's the fourth one in a row. We're not stopping for it again— '

"Why, you want me to pet you instead?"

' Tch. ' But Wang Yi dutifully brakes his bike, lets Nicolette climb off, and watches her pet the latest furball, a mild-mannered ginger who meows in greeting as his tail rises up in an agreeable curve.

"You pet him too," she prods.

' I don't care for cats. '

"Don't you keep one as a pet?"

' What, that slavedriver? ' Wang Yi makes a face at the thought of Sao Ling. ' Forget him. '

"You know, if you let me pet him more, maybe we wouldn't be stopping so often on this boardwalk."

' What's to stop you doing it anyways just to screw with me? ' Wang Yi shoots back, and feels a tiny vindictive triumph when she doesn't deny it beyond a snort. ' Besides, I barely know where he is these days. He comes for meals and naps but never stays home. '

For all he knew the fluffy System was living up a double life in the city just because he could. Wang Yi wouldn't be surprised to find out he'd befriended some mob boss or obscure powerful ally along the way.

But today's not about him.

He looks over at his passenger, every bit as wild as a cat herself (though he'd never say that out loud) with her scars and teeth and smiles, scratching the stray beneath his chin and around his ears as he begins to purr. March has come in like a lamb this year, granting them fair skies and mild weather for the last vestiges of winter. Pink tinges Nicolette's cheeks from the cold, giving her a schoolgirl vibe as she dotes on the fluffy animal.

Wang Yi doesn’t realize how quiet they’ve been until she glances at him with a pointed look.

“What are you thinking of all of a sudden?”

He sticks his hands in his pockets and stamps his feet. ' About how I'm freezing to death. Are you done yet? '

Yeah sure, the boardwalk's picturesque, but it's still nippy biking in a sea breeze this time of year. Nicolette has no sympathy for him, though. "Your fault for not bundling up outdoors."

' Who's the one that keeps taking pit stops for street cats, huh? '

"If you chose to pet them, maybe they'd warm up that cold, hard, heart of yours."

' I've had my own for years and he hasn't done any wonders. Oh look, it's leaving. ' His eyes follow the ginger tomcat as it scurries off into some shrubbery, nuzzling the dark tabby that comes out to greet it with bright golden eyes. ' Let's go, then. '

"Sourpuss," he hears Nicolette mutter under her breath, and it's almost pleasant because they're not cursing at each other like usual.

...weird thought. Spending time with this woman always spikes his blood pressure. So it's even stranger when Wang Yi finds it normal to get on his bike and wait for Nicolette to clamor on the back so they can resume their trip down the Boardwalk.

Had he seen her so often that it became habit for them to stick together? He didn't even plan to take her along today—he'd just seen her, waved hello, and didn't say no when she asked for a ride. She hadn't picked a destination and he didn't bother to ask, so they'd rode randomly around the city until they ended up here.

Wang Yi's still puzzling over his logic when arms wrap around his neck and a chin rests on his shoulder. He realizes Nicolette's on the bike but practically hugging him from the back instead of just holding him for support like usual.

' Are you tired? ' he asks while glancing sideways.

"Didn't you say you were cold?" she rolls her eyes at him. "I'm proving my worth as a passenger by keeping you warm."

' I thought it was my fault for not bundling up. '

"If you freeze your sorry ass then I'm out of a free ride," Nicolette points out. "There's a café up ahead, we can warm up and get some drinks there."

But they were so close. ' You're going to cling like this the entire way there? '

"What? It's not like I'll fall off," Nicolette retorts, before her voice turns sly. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed, Wangy. Though I am holding you pretty tight..."

' Yeah, and getting cat hair all over me. '

"God, you're such a moodkiller." she punches his shoulder in irritation. "Whatever, I'm cold and this helps, so get moving."

I didn't say I minded, Wang Yi complains internally before he starts pedaling a second later.

Wait, why am I even listening to her? It's not like I owe her anything now?

But well, it is cold and Nicolette's arms nice and warm around him so...whatever, he'd figure this out the next day.

Or the next day. Or the next.

#nicawlette #drabbles;#this is set vaguely in some canon timeline before their second kiss ahem #ngl i visited a city with stray cats everywhere and u saw them every few feet on their boardwalk haha #if it's soft it's because my shoujo lens activated oop #answered;#wangyico #ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ❥ serpent beneath the flowers // death on the bud of a rose

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Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown: Chapter 10

The sky won't fall forever.

Detroit – Park Laura's Apartment.

Laura didn't come home, she ran straight ahead, ignoring the raging car horns. One of the cars nearly hit her, but she didn't even care. She showed the driver her middle finger and walked away. After maybe a quarter later auburn-haired girl found herself in a park lit by the dim light of street lamps. An oasis of peace amidst the concrete colossi. A solitude for her shattered soul. Everything that Laura needed now. Walking down the pebbly path she found an empty bench near the edge of a small pond and sat down on it heavily. The girl focused her gaze at one randomly chosen point and stayed like this. After a long moment, she leaned slightly forward, resting her elbows on her thighs, and looked down at the pebbles. She was angry with herself because she couldn't contain her emotions and reactions. Adam shouldn't have seen all of this. He shouldn't have seen her weak and scared. He'll probably ask questions, or at least starts to wonder why. That won't help her at all. Everything was fucked up just like her whole life. Laura was shaken and completely lost. In a fallen silence sound of the incoming message was as loud as a shout. Reluctantly, she reached for the smartphone to her trouser pocket and checked what could it be this time.

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It won't rain all the time The sky won't fall forever And though the night seems long Your tears won't fall forever

There was no visible number or sender name. After all these strange events, she should be scared, but somehow the words calmed her down. The auburn-haired girl looked around the area, but no one else was there. It was getting late, so she went back home whether she wanted to or not. Without even taking off her shoes, Laura immediately turned on her laptop and tried to track down the sender. After a long and fruitless struggle, she cursed quietly. The trail had gone cold. For lack of any focal point, she had to give up further digging into the subject. She just wondered if the sender of the message had anything to do with the Red_Dragon.

She didn't step to the window today. The sight of Adam would only worsen her condition. Laura was already thinking about what will happen tomorrow when she comes to the company and how she will avoid a confrontation with the Chief of Security. She decided to call Frank. He doesn't sleep anyway, so he won't complain about the late hour. Apparently, Pritchard could read her mind because the phone started ringing before she even reached for it.

"Laura! Listen carefully cause I'll say it only once. I feel lousy and won't be at the company tomorrow." "Could this be the salvation I crave?" She thought and decided not to interrupt him. "Are you there?! Say something!" he said irritably. "Yeah, and I’m listening," she replied. "Well, all right then. Tomorrow morning you will take your computer and all the things you need, then come to my place. We'll work outside the company. On the way, you will drop by my office and copy the exact data. The details and address are in the e-mail." "OK, the mail has arrived. I'll be there tomorrow, bye! " "Just don't dawdle and don’t treat it like a school trip!" For the first time, she wanted to kiss him. Sitting with Pritchard at his house is a hundred times better than lurking around every corner with soul on her shoulder. His whining will be like music to her. The biggest problem will be getting into the boss's office, but maybe she'll make it in time before Jensen arrives. Before she went to bed, she had copied the attachment from the e-mail onto her phone and packed a spare laptop, which only held files about the company.

Laura's apartment Sarif Industries Frank's apartment

Miss Werner got up earlier than usual because her mission required sacrifices. She took a quick shower, hurriedly ate a bowl of cereal, and drank coffee. Before leaving, she stroked the cat, who was highly displeased that she dared to leave him alone again. She ran down the stairs two at a time and in the blink of an eye was halfway to the company. As soon as Laura entered, she carefully explored the area. Finding that she could not sense Adam's presence, Laura headed up the stairs to the second floor and quickly turned right. The security guard stopped her outside Frank's office. Jensen seemed to have learned his lesson from the last incident.

"I'd like to see your employee card, please." the broad-shouldered man, wearing dark glasses said with a formal tone. "Here it is," she replied, handing over the document.

Fortunately, the boss had prepared her for such a turn of events, so she waited patiently to see what this Jensen’s dog would come up with.

"I'm sorry, but you cannot enter this office," he announced firmly. "Yes, I can." Laura persisted. "I have the authorization."

She reached for the phone and showed him the relevant document, but the man was still standing in her way.

"It may be a forgery," he muttered. "The boss won't be thrilled, but oh well now it’s your problem, not mine." she tried scaring the security guard off, meanwhile dialing Frank's number and putting him on the speaker. "Will you finally come?! We don’t have time!" Pritchard's annoyed voice roared from the phone’s speaker. "As soon as I'm allowed to get into your office," she replied with a theatrical sigh. "For now a certain gentleman won't let me in. Even your authorization isn't enough for him." "Oi, you there! Let her in immediately! We've got a lot of work to do so don't make it difficult!" "I can't help it, the boss's order." "Fuck the order! Just LET HER IN, GOD DAMN IT!" Pritchard yelled with a fury. "I'll have to talk with that flatfoot AGAIN!"

Laura, whistling, keyed in a code and entered the office. Her boss's computer had been booting up way too long in her humble opinion. All she had to do was type in the password, find the files, copy them, and run. The girl was peering nervously toward the corridor, tapping with her fingernails against the desk-top. The empty progress bar was lazily filling in green until finally all the necessary data were copied. When Laura was done, she left everything as it was before she entered then left the office as soon as possible. Luckily, Adam wasn't around. It was undeniably good news, but it also brought many reflections with it. Miss Werner immediately began analyzing why she had not met him, whether he was at the company or perhaps he was avoiding her. She should be glad everything went so smoothly, but this state of things was very disturbing.

On her way to Frank's, she bought coffee and croissants, hoping to curry favor with her boss. She wandered around a bit before she found the right address. The building didn't stand out from the other houses, its gloomy grey color blended into the surroundings. Laura pushed open the door and went inside. A winding staircase took her to the third floor at number 52. After a moment's hesitation, she pressed the doorbell. The spherical shape that looked like an eye emerged from the wall. She immediately recognized the TT-8L/Y7 gatekeeper droid. That was unexpected.

"And I thought nothing would surprise me any more," she said under her breath. "Tee chuta hhat yudd!" the TT-8L / Y7 spoke in an alien dialect with its electronic voice. "Goodness gracious me!" she replied. "It’s me, Laura, let me in Frank." "You're here at last. You weren't in much of a hurry," he muttered. „Shoes off please." Pritchard pointed the finger at her. "It would be faster if not for that guard," she replied, fulfilling his command.

Frank's apartment was not large, but he managed to stuff a ton of equipment into it. The server room was not as impressive as the one in the company, but it was still something. The curtains were drawn so that the room was constantly in semi-darkness, illuminated only by square red and white flashing LEDs. In the display case on the wall, there were 3, 3.5, 5.25, and 8-inch floppy disks. Remnants of the past, forgotten and abandoned. Next to them, Lara Croft stared at her menacingly from the poster. She was the owner of two famous Beretta 9mm pistols. The T-rex fight, that was something!

"Did you snoop around my house enough?" he muttered with displeasure. "Sorry," she said with an embarrassment painting on her face. "I have coffee and croissants as an apology."

The chief of Cyber-Security visibly softened when she handed him a mug and paper bag. Only now she noticed he looked like a ghost. Besides, his brown hair was loosely flowing down along his cheeks and onto his arms, which was an unusual sight. He was dressed in gray pajamas with Mario and a mushroom picture on his shirt.

"OK, in that case, fire up your piece of junk. We have a lot of work to do," he muttered, settling into his orange, gaming armchair. "Sarif wants us to check our firewall, plug the holes and change security in the various offices so move on girl!" "Piece of junk?! Millennium Falcon you ignorant! It’s the same machine that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs! Clean and quick hacking job!" She thought but didn’t say anything.

With a heavy sigh, Laura sat down on an empty section of the couch between the pile of cardboard boxes, that were threatening of collapsing, and the intricate tangle of various cables and power supplies. It was surprising that he was so simply unconcerned about how others perceived him. Plenty of empty coffee mugs and torn Cyber Boost wrappers were scattered across the floor. There was also pizza box, a few crumpled papers, tissues, more tissues. In the bookcase, she spotted a whole set of literature for hackers and programmers. On the coffee table several volumes of Neon Genesis Evangelion manga, and next to them a box of Ghost in the Shell anime. Ancient C64 was standing in a dark corner of the room. She wondered if Pritchard played Prince of Persia on it.

"Piece of Junk ready. Sending you the copied files. Annndd... Done." "Don't you have anything faster? Even the coffee will get cold at this transfer rate."

His whining was driving Laura crazy, but still better this than Jensen around every corner. As they started working in earnest, Pritchard stopped commenting on her every move. All she could hear in the silence was the rustling of the paper bag and sips of drunken coffee.

"Found that damn thing." proclaimed the auburn-haired girl. "That bugger, that jerk used that code! And I ordered him not to. I'm going to set him up now." "Are you talking about Stevenson?" he asked while pushing one of the buttons on his dvd-rom drive. When the loading tray showed up Pritchard placed there his coffee mug. "Aha. About him." "It's a waste of time. He's on notice. That means you'll take over his duties." "Frank, you must be kidding!" she indignantly replied. "No, sweetheart. At the moment it is impossible to hire someone new. You are the best, and I can trust you."

That ingratiating voice did not bode well at all. Laura frowned, she was mad and if it wasn't for her mission, she would have quit this job long ago. If only she was getting something extra for overtime.

"I'll tell you in secret that Sarif agreed to a raise for you." "Yeah probably by half a credit." she thought. "That's great," she said aloud, forcing herself to be happy.

Pritchard reached for a tissue and blew his nose, which was already so red from a cold that it made him look like Rudolph the reindeer. If Laura was mean, she would take a picture of him now and post it on all social media with the appropriate caption.

For the next few hours, she tried to fix what her colleague screwed up. Unfortunately, there was a lot of it, so they had to divide the work into several stages.

"Hurry up, girl, or we won't finish it for the rest of our lives."

One more dose of his grumble and she'd leave him alone with this mess. Jensen around every corner is no longer so scary.

"Done, we can check." "Well, not bad," he admitted when he saw the uploaded part on the screen of his monitor. "Good, now attack it with the best things you have. We'll see how long it can hold." „Come on baby, hold together, hold together,” Frank mumbled, while Laura struck with all of the stuff she knew other hackers might use.

None of them managed to get through the firewall. They ran a few more tests just to be sure and moved on to the next stage. Pritchard wouldn't let her out at a normal time. She had to stay longer because, like him, she had no private life.

“My dear, don't forget you're a week behind and as you know we've got a ton of fixes because of that idiot.” "And for that week I was sitting in a fever with my nose stuck in the damn code."

She tried manifesting her objection, but her boss's answer shook her internal balance.

"If it weren't for Jensen's insistence, you wouldn't get this sick leave at all," he said staring at the screen.

What?! But how… That's impossible! What does Adam have to do with this?! After all, he avoids her like fire. He's unkind and would like her to simply disappear. Laura couldn't concentrate on her work, so finally, the boss in all of his kindness let her go home. She was supposed to be at his place tomorrow at the same time.

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#Deus Ex #DXHR #Deus Ex Human Revolution #Adam Jensen #Shadowfanfic #crunchy-shadow #Shadow's Showdown #Nifriel #I never asked for this #Fanfiction #Evie Dormer OC #Joe Mando OC #Chapter 10: The sky won't fall forever.#cyberpunk #writers on tumblr

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andreyshch · 4 months

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What i wanted to delete but shouldn't because one should be honest with oneself but also i never wanted to pile the history of myself. It must be able to take care of itself. But i will delete it already did because of the moral judgements which i have a right to have but not to express. Or is it not the same? Yes, but it's better to speak about the things you like, may be indirectly, than about the things you don't like - no matter directly or indirectly. Rage is a cry for help - never have thought about it this way but it's true, not probably. Strange that it makes it acceptable in others and disgusting to have. The opposite of what usually happens.

Also there was a portion of cheap prophetism typed with one finger. May be it is true, but it doesn't matter.

Instead I want to remember D. in psychiatric facility No.30, who... no, i can't. No, I can. Only it will be fully and genuinely inadequate.

How to write not about but to. Somebody or things. At least to yourself. Unconsciousness is conscious and is even speaking. Although not very loud, it is repeating, insisting. Probably it will never give up, only if there will be no chances left to be heard. But maybe even then it continues to speak, at least to what is left, the body.

It wasn't a tragic event for him.

Last time i saw him half-lying in his bed, the light was shut off in the room which he was sharing with K. and another K. and he was thinking, even if he wasn't, he was away for something.

I had a poem about him, written few years later, but it's lost on the disk which has died. The poem is there but the text is unreadable and cannot be restored. There are some symbols and marks but there are no means to decipher them. Mostly question marks. Corrupted. No, it just disappeared. It wasn't a tragic event for D. He was doing something intellectual in his pre-institutionalized life, nobody knew exactly what. This last time he was just lying with his head and shoulders upright and thinking, focused on something or nothing. I was standing in the light of the corridor in the doorway he was looking at but he didn't seem to notice. After return i was told he was taken to the hospital and suddenly died there.

I will better add some more photos, not mine. Found by me.

This is a photo of one woman, made by her, not of her, called "January. The new year." Blurred because i'm not registered and have no access to the clear image.

This is a cat.

This is some strange defect of my phone. It shows such blackened images of the opened youtube pages sometimes. Randomly. Like they were petrified and found by some cavemen archeologists. Without any knowledge about the internet or the screen with some sublime invisible processes underneath.

This is a photo of a drugstore in L. where i was living for some time 20 years ago. No, a bit more. Now the buildings are huge and numerous and i can't recognize not the buildings but the streets, even directions.

But this photo somehow shows. I don't know what it shows exactly but what it shows is the direct exact image of something. Of something like me. Or, if not, something kin to me, no matter if i'm wrong or forgot it.

the steam of earth, the same as the cloud

My little boat,

Take care,

There is no

Land in sight.

Charles Simic

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