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falling-pages · 3 years

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the Hosts as Dads

I'm late for Father's Day but WHOOPS! have some fluff

Tamaki:

Literally his greatest wish in life is to have a family, so he would be desperate for kids

As soon as you’re ready to have them, he’s ready

Worships you and your baby bump

To him, you are a goddess--you create life, you carry the most precious gifts in the world

He passes out the first time you go into labor

And is a bawling MESS when he holds his child for the first time

Cannot stop crying and cooing over the baby

Wants as many kids as you do, and then begs you to pop out another one

Maybe 5 or 6

Impulse buys EVERYTHING

Tamaki we’re only having one baby we don’t need three cribs

Tamaki we already have three toy boxes FULL--

Raising his sons to be little hosts and his daughters as little ladies

Spoils them ROTTEN with all the affection he never received as a child, but they’re all so sweet and not brats because he’s their dad

Refers to himself as “père” or “papa” and you as “maman”

Teaches his babies French, of course

He has very strong European genes, so most of the kids end up looking more like him

IMAGINE THE TINY TAMAKI DOPPLEGANGERS TODDLING AROUND SPEAKING HALF-FRENCH HALF-JAPANESE

Honestly? Becomes a stay at home dad

Teaches his little ones to play piano

Kyoya:

Doesn’t have the first inkling of how to raise a child

Straight up when he finds out you’re pregnant his first words are, “Good, the Ootori Company will have an heir.”

Kyoya I stg--

Holds you in extremely high esteem as you carry your children

Not really the doting type, but he does make sure you have everything you could ever want

Very subtly checks on your comfort, if you’re in any pain, etc and tries to fix it

Chooses not to watch you go into labor. He doesn’t think it proper and he honestly believes he will be a hindrance

He stops breathing when he sees his child for the first time

A little baby girl with a full head of black hair

Of course he loves her, but he doesn’t know how to articulate it

All he knows is that he doesn’t want to be like his own father

But one day you were out of town overnight, and all the nannies had gone home so when the baby cried, Kyoya had to check on her

And when he held that baby and truly looked at her, looking at his future, holding his entire world in his arms, he fell apart

Sat in the rocking chair and CRIED as his baby went back to sleep

After that his favorite thing to do is have her nap on his chest while he reads a book

And just likes to look at and admire her

Second child is a son

Daughter is bossy and business minded; son is laid back

Both kids need glasses

Hikaru:

Okay we know this boy has no patience and very bad impulse control

So it comes as no surprise to anyone when he knocks up his college girlfriend

Is a surprisingly well-adjusted dad

His parents were never really around for his childhood, and even though he had Kaoru, his little baby boy doesn’t, so he’s as hands-on as possible

Proposes to his girlfriend on their child’s first birthday. All the pictures have the kid smashing cake in them

Every single host is dying at the opportunity to babysit

Hikaru is still as reckless as he was when he wasn’t a father

I mean, he has a little more common sense, but not much

Thank God for Kaoru

Imagining 19-year-old Hikaru sitting in his sophomore tech & software classes with his baby in one arm and writing notes with the other hand

Showing up to his first day at his internship with a diaper bag, computer bag and baby strapped to his chest

You and he wait a while before the next kid--get married, start your careers, settle down

Baby boy is the ring bearer

Your son is pushing six when you have another baby boy, then three years later you have a girl

The middle child is an absolute angel, while the oldest and youngest are devils

Hikaru likes to sing to the babies when they’re fussy. He’s horrible at it, but nothing calms them like their father’s voice

Crawls into bed with them to soothe them when they have nightmares

Imagine walking in on them one morning, toddler’s head curled on Hika’s chest, him sprawled out, both of them drooling buckets

Roughousing with his boys and his girl, playing football, wrestling, just being a goofball

Please. dad Hika with a baby strapped to his chest is sending me to the astral realm

Kaoru:

He would love to father his own kids, but I firmly believe he would adopt as well!

Have two of his own, and then adopt one or two

Would also be a really great stepdad, I think

Cracks Dad jokes as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant

Normally a sensitive soul, he becomes extremely protective

Holds your hand and kisses your forehead during labor

Has the biggest, brightest smile through his tears when he holds your son for the first time

Does most of his work at home

Also keeps the baby in a harness strapped to his chest

He loves carrying the diaper bag and will bite anyone who tries to take it from him

His kids are his biggest inspiration, so he decides to open a kids clothing line

Your babies are the models

Because of that, one of them pursues modeling as a career and Kaoru couldn’t be more proud

They all look like him, but they don’t look like Hikaru, which is weird and messes with your head

He’s the perfect Dad. He spoils them but is also very disciplined

Spends quiet Sunday afternoons sketching and cooking with them

Mitsukuni:

All his babies are tiny. Doesn’t matter how tall you are. Your children are tiny

They have his body type, too. Small, bird-like, narrow bones

But they still kick ass

He didn’t give them a chance to opt out of martial arts. They don’t have a choice--it’s the family business, and they will learn it

Unsurprisngly, they’re all very good at it

They train often with Uncle Chika and their cousins

He cheers and coaches them on at competitions

He’s offended when they don’t share his sweet tooth

I mean, they like candy. What child doesn’t? But you raised them to not be obsessive about it, which displeases him

Takashi:

Lord. Don’t get me started on him as a dad

He is a family man. It’s in his blood. That’s how he was raised and trained and taught

So he will pump eight or ten kids into you if you let him

Cries the first time he finds out you’re pregnant

Worships you like a desperate man kneeling at the temple of his god

Belly kisses. Forehead kisses. Really tender palm kisses. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

How else could he thank you for giving him the most special gift?

Even more protective than before

Scary dog privileges

Has to have a hand on you/the bump at all times

He’s so tall that he has to lean down a little to reach it, but he doesn’t mind

Prefers to hold both you and the baby, so he reclines on the couch and pulls you and the bump into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and encouraging you to rest against his chest. Let him carry the baby for a little while

Thinks you look ravishing in the maternity clothes

Stares daggers at anyone who tries to touch your bump, curling an arm around it and turning you away with a low growl

Goes slightly feral whenever you reach your due date

Each labor is difficult, but he lets you crush his hand. He’s pretty silent, but he wipes your forehead and grunts with you. Seeing you in pain makes him feel pain

When that precious little baby is delivered, he just stares at them without a word. He can’t believe that you and he made something so perfect and innocent and pure

His hands are so big. He can hold the baby in just one palm

Smiles the brightest when holding his child

He was raised with honor and chivalry and a moral code, so he raises his children the same way

Teaches both his sons and his daughters how to be kind, gentle, and nurturing while also teaching them self defense and other fighting moves

Diaper changing pro

Y’all have kids pretty close in succession, so while you’re at work he can be seen walking with a baby in a chest harness, one strapped to his back, one in a stroller and a toddler holding his hand

Sorts out and categorizes what heirlooms will go to each child

BIG emphasis on birthdays. He’s a man of tradition, and feels happiest when his children are honored.

all of your kids have his jawline and his height

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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congratulations on 2k, sweetheart! you truly deserve with your amazing works!

i was wondering if you can do a pair your life with kojiro from sk8🥺 i’m a sucker for domestic bliss. especially during the honeymoon period 😌 he would be a goofball for a husband and smother you with love in the morning (after he basically smothered you in your sleep. he’s a big man)

you can put smut or just make it pure fluff if you want!

again! congratulations on 2k sweetheart!

A/N: Thank you so much, I’ll put in both ;) I hope I’ve captured the right idea here!

Warnings; smut; riding; language; slight dirty talk (?); just for a scene but everything else is fluff; all characters are over 18+

Please enjoy~🍰

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“Morning sugar~“ you hear whispers in your ear in the early morning. Only you were practically under a boulder of a man, other known as your husband. You both have recently gotten married about a month ago. You honeymoon was a week long on this beautiful resort. You both were still a bit in the honeymoon, especially Kojiro. Although in his words he says

“Have to have a full balanced meal every morning and night.“ and that went for both you and him.

“Mmmm what time is it?“ you asked stretching out your limbs from their stiff positions.

“Uhh, 6:30 am“ he said, you wanted to sleep more but he was basically fully awake now. You sat up and yawned your sleep away, you turn to him and smile sleepily. His large arms come to wrap around you to bring you to straddle his hips “mmmm so pretty” he said with lidded eyes

You play with his seaweed bangs while his hands skim your thighs. You were in your panties and his t shirt, his favorite thing on you. Last night was one of those long but lustful ones.

“You know,“ he said catching your attention “We still have time until the shop opens up“ he raised a brow. Yes, you both worked at his restaurant, you were a waitress and he cooked of course. Some customers have tried to pick you up only for Kojiro to come out and kiss your cheek. Just a little something to get the message across.

“Mhm, what are you thinking?” you tease

“Well,” without effort he pulls your panties to the side and smiles “I need a little energy boost before I start the day, don’t you think?” he had that look in is eyes

“I’m still tired tho..” you whine in protest just to see where he goes with it

“Don’t sweat it sugar, I’ll do the all work” and truth be told he actually liked doing it too. Sure you liked to treat him every now and then but he was the dominant type. Moving his boxers down slightly his cock springs up, intertwining his fingers with yours you bring your hips up. Aligning yourselves you lower down slowly. As said before, he’s a big man, and somethings were just bigger than most people.

“You good there?“ he asks

“Mhm“ you nod as you start to rock your hips “mmm“ you sigh rolling your head. Maybe this was a good way to wake up in the morning. Looking down at your husband you sometimes think of all the women that crowd and fling themselves to him. Ugh, you loath how they did it even when you were there. However, it was moment like these that reminded you, he was yours.

He was your husband

He came home to you

He was the one who made love to you.

No one else, and that fact made you smile as pride filled your chest. He knew that look and smirked as he made a buck with his hips. His large hands grip your hips as he bucks upward. The bed creaking bellow your combined weight

“Mmmm Jiro~“ you call his nickname “right there! Fuck! Harder!“ your brows knit together as you could feel your high coming soon

“Yeah baby? Need a harder pounding?“ just as promised he held on to you and bucked you into the stars. After a short but passionate session you both get into the shower. You just adored how he washed and massaged your scalp. He’d leave little kisses here and there while he washed and rinsed your back. You both actually love to dress each other, Kojiro does this silly thing where he narrates everything

“And now she slips on her blouse to button them up. If only she could leave about 2 open for me to see.“

“Kojiro!“ you gently punch him.

At around 8 am you both were ready, fed and off to work. Some of the other store owners called you two, the perfect couple. Married at a good age, work together and you two were just so cute together. You’d open up the shop and start prepping the foods. One of his favorite sights was you in his element. He was an amazing chef and one of his favorite things was when you cooked with him. For whatever reason the meal just tasted better when you helped him.

He actually met you here, you had ordered something and he honestly couldn’t stop looking at you. In fact he almost burned the food daydreaming, which rarely happens. By the time you finished with you meal he gave you your receipt with his number and a note

“Paid for! Enjoy your day beautiful“ you rolled your eyes at first. Just another flirtatious guy you suppose. However you flip it over and see a longer note

“I genuinely think you’re stunning and would love to take you out on a nice date“ followed by his phone number at the bottom. You ended up texting him and the rest was history. Now you were married, worked together and your life with him was happy. While you were dicing up some veggies and other ingredients he started on things such as soups and breads that can be served as small sides.

“’Scuse me my wife“ he said coming behind you to reach into a high cupboard pushing himself against your ass. He thought he was slick

“I know what you’re doing Jiro” you giggle pushing him back with you butt

“I have no idea what you’re implying my lady“ he teasing booping your nose with his finger moving back to his spot. The jiggle of the bells from your front door went off. Meaning it the was the first customer of the day

“That’s my cue.“ you grabbed your small notebook and pen and off you went. Meanwhile he stayed to cook sighing as he watched you leave. Listen thing may be all fun and games with you both but he really did love and cherish you with every fiber of his being. After a year of dating he knew he wanted you by his side until his dying breath. Of course like every couple you’ve had your rough patches along with your good ones. At one beef some girl wouldn’t get off him no matter how many times she was told.

You had told him “I’m not going to fight for you if you’re not willing to fight for us.”

He almost lost you that night, luckily he had caught up to you. Ironically it was raining and he stopped you in the middle of the road. You each pour your heart out and he slipped the proposal along the lines of

“I don’t want anyone else but you!“ he still upset that he wasn’t as strong back then but it was in the past. Looking over his shoulder he saw you greeting a family. The woman who had changed him and his life, you were smart, funny, gorgeous, dedicated and just down right perfect for him.

This entire day was all he wanted in life. To wake up to you everyday, make love to you and even start a family with you. Of course you and him still go to beefs together only this time he wore his ring proudly on his necklace. At the end of the day he loved to just relax on the couch with your feet in his lap. He massaged the sore soles of your feet while a cheesy rom-com played on the tv.

“Kojiro..” you called his attention making him look your way

“Yeah?”

You hum “mm nothing...just love you is all” you smile. Letting go of your feet he crawls between you legs to rest his head on your chest. His arms encircling your waste as he resting comfortably. Your fingers caress his locs as you smile softly. This was bliss, just here in this moment with him

“mm your heart sounds nice“ he sighed snuggling into you “can we just stay here? Forever?“

“Forever? What about cooking and skating?“

“I love those things but“ he looked up at you “you’re much better. Better for kisses and cuddling..and other things“

“Oh god“ you chuckle

“What? I was going to say company“ he scrunched his nose at you with a smile

“Oh Jiro, never change please.“

“Only if you don’t, my perfect wife~“

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#nanjo kojiro x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 joe #sk8 joe x reader #sk8 the infinity #Joe x reader #nanjo kojiro #anime #anime x reader #domestic life #anime fanfiction #fanfiction

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raven-s · 2 years

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LordExplosionMurder Has Subscribed!

Tw: Swearing, maybe angst, eventual smut so +18 only please!

⚠️⚠️Disclaimer!⚠️⚠️

This chapter does contain sexual themes so if you are not comfortable please skip it!

Thank you!

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"Dammit Charge, you asshat!" Y/n shouted into her mic as she stared at the aftermath and the remains of her house after being blown up once again by Kaminari. She was hunched over her keyboard, her gaming chair squeaking as she slightly rocked back and forth. The light of her screen lit up her face as the surrounding LEDs in the room illuminated the remaining space behind her. Through her headphones, she could hear him howling with laughter on the other side. "It's all part of the game! You gotta be quicker than that if you want to save it!" Y/n quickly pressed buttons on her keyboard, trying to catch up with him and unfortunately got caught in the blast of another piece of TNT from his team. She hung her head in defeat as she was on her last heart. The big lettering and red tinted screen displaying "[Username] has been blown up by TNT". She could hear the boys cheering as their team had taken the final victory of the game. Lifting her head back up, she found her character had respawned back at the start.

"Aw man, I really thought that I could clutch it this time!" Y/n said, throwing her arms up and leaning back in her chair with a squeak. Sero's voice came through her headset again. "Woohoo, yeah! We got another win boys! We're taking home another victory! 3 in a row!" He cheered, very happy to have beaten Y/n and her team. Y/n smiled slightly and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah whatever, So what, you got 3 in a row. That's 3 to my what? 16 now?" She reminded him. Just because they win this game, doesn't mean they'll win the next. Y/n made a promise to herself that she would definitely get them next time.

"First of all I have 6 wins, thank you very much." Kaminari reminded her, very 'matter of factly'. "Secondly, a win is a win. We kicked your ass today and it was recorded!" He somewhat cheered. Y/N once again smiled and shook her head. Today's game was over and it had carried very late into the night. She had to wrap up her stream so she could go through her nightly activities. Showering, brushing her teeth, catching up on that fic that she hadn't finished yet ( She was in love with the main character).

"Alright guys! Well, that concludes the stream today! Thank you to everyone who donated and everyone who subscribed! Make sure you subscribe to ChargeBolt and Cellophane on their twitch respective pages! Thank you all for tuning in and I will see you all in the next one!" She said as she ended her stream.

"Whew, that was so much fun! We're going to have to do that again soon!" Sero laughed. It was obvious that the boys were tired but had fun winning their 3 in a row game. How could you not say no to these goofballs? "Sure, I'll make sure that we have a rematch!" Y/N responded. They exchanged their goodbyes and left the call they were in, leaving Y/N to go over the new subscriptions and donations. It was the usual, 7 or 8 people subscribe here, a few people donate there, a lot of weird things being said. But a very specific one caught her eye.

LordExplosionMurder has just subscribed!

LordExplosionMurder huh? She had a very suspicious feeling that she knew who this could have been. She scrolled further down reading the donations when she came across it again.

LordExplosionMurder Donated $2!

And again.

LordExplosionMurder Donated $4!

And one more time, this time followed with a message.

LordExplosionMurder Donated $6! 'Dumbass probably cheated, you deserved that win.'

'Dumbass'

That one word caught your eye and gave it away. Now she knew for sure it was him. She was very happy to see that he had actually come to the stream to watch and even happier to figure out that he was actually getting into it and maybe even enjoying himself. She was definitely going to bring this up to him later on. But for now she was tired. The 3 of them along with a few others that wanted to play had been playing for hours. It was 1:30 AM and she had to get off. She took her headphones off her ears and placed them next to her mic. Shutting down her computer and slowly standing up from her gaming chair to give a very big and well deserved stretch. Her legs were burning. They were asleep and felt like static. Y/N very uncomfortably gathered up her clothes and everything that she needed and took a nice long shower. As soon as she stepped in, her back hit the shower wall. She began rethinking about the donations that she saw and specifically who sent them.

Bakugou

She thought to herself about him, Letting the warm water run over and down her body.

"Fuck." She whispered to herself as one of her hands traveled down her stomach. She wanted to, she really really wanted to. Y/n was thinking about him. His hair is sent, his scowl and his voice. Bakugou was so cruel and cold to everyone. Always closed off and shallow. Yet, there was something about him that made Y/n all giddy inside. She hadn't even realized that she had begun absentmindedly rubbing circles on her clit. Subconsciously, she spread her legs and inserted a finger, then another, then another. She used her other hand to cover her mouth to conceal her whimpers and soft squeals. Slowly she began pumping her fingers in and out of herself, scissoring them every once in a while. Y/n knew it was wrong, she knew it was filthy and perverted to be thinking about him in this way but she couldn't help herself. The mere thought of him drove her wild.

She was pumping her fingers faster now, imagining that it was his fingers instead. She remembered the night on the dance floor when he whispered into her ear and how good he sounded. How nice you smelled and how close he was. She imagined what he would say if he were actually here doing this to her.

"Do you like that? Do you like fucking my hand?"

She nodded her head and pumped her fingers faster again."Yes, I d-do." She softly stuttered, her voice muffled still behind her hand. Her head was spinning and her vision was getting blurry. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to imagine more. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Only a little bit more and she knew that she would burst.

"You're so tight here, you wanna cum for me?"

She heard the voice again and once again nodded violently.

"Do it, cum on my fingers."

Within an instant, she felt herself snap. All that once, her orgasm rushed over her like a waterfall. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled yet her fingers kept moving, trying to push her more and more. She had to bite one of her fingers desperate to keep silent. Slowly her hand stopped moving. She was a panting mess, out of breath and seeing stars pop up in her vision. She took her fingers out and ran them under the warm water of the shower, letting her release run off of her fingers and down the drain.

If she thought she was tired before, now she was thoroughly exhausted. She pried herself from the shower wall and began to wash herself up finally. She continued as normal, taking her shower, drying off, brushing her teeth, and finally laying down in her bed. Today had been a long day and she was glad that it was finally over. As she laid on her back in her bed staring at the ceiling, she wondered if Bakugou would ever actually be like that. She had so many filthy thoughts still running through her mind. Then suddenly, she remembered Kirishima.

She had not yet mentioned the arrangement to the ash blonde that she had with Kirishima. She hoped that when she eventually did that he would be understanding and maybe he would even join but she wasn't for sure. For now, she turned on her side and smiled, happy about her day, the game and that he had actually come to the stream.

Little did she know, a certain ash blonde was on back, in his bed staring at the ceiling in the semi-darkness, an arm draped over his forehead, hand clutching his phone, while his other hand held his still hard cock. His release was spread over his abdomen, almost reaching his chest. Struggling to catch his breath, he opened his eyes and lifted his phone to look at a photo he took of Y/n during her stream. He breathed a sigh of relief before getting up to clean himself off. He silently cursed himself for caving and ruining his sleep schedule to watch Y/n, but he couldn't help himself. He just had to see her again.

And hopefully, soon, he will.

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whitherwhence · 3 years

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Monstrous May Challenge, Day 6: The Lycanthrope

Honey Bear

A werebear comes out of hibernation, the townsfolk welcome her back. Some clumsy flirting, and a little bit of soft manhandling (bearhandling?). wlw. 1428 words, somehow.

She always came down from the mountain just before mid-spring, after taking a few weeks or so to shake her winter sleep off her bones and bulk back up a little. You couldn’t miss her as she strode through town, she was tall and broad, brawny and thick as hell, friendly with literally everyone she passed, and her laugh could be heard from a block away.

Her name was Rebecca, or maybe it was Rhiannon, something with an R — but all anyone ever called her was Bear. An unoriginal nickname for a werebear, sure, but fitting. Everything about Bear seemed big; her voice, her appetite, her arms, oh god, her arms, and she took up SPACE wherever she went. She was the only one of her kind in this part of the country, and the humans of the small town she called home for most of the year were grateful for it. It wasn’t that they didn’t like her, she was very well loved and respected in the community. It’s that werebears could be a bit territorial, or so it was generally believed.

Madeline couldn’t wait to see her. This spring, she would make her move. She would! She was definitely going to do it. Whatever ‘it’ was. Ugh. How is anyone good at this? Alright. It’s cool, be cool. She would come up with something clever to say, and Bear would laugh, and then she would ask Bear to… hang out or something? Yeah. Probably. Super good plan.

The unanimously favored queer club/tavern/bar was an absolute dive, nearly all of the bars downtown were, but it was the one everyone flocked to once winter had thawed because it had a big, comfortable patio space out back. It was also the one Bear frequented the most.

Madeline got a beer at the bar, and then made her way through the cool, dark, dingy, arcade-like interior, and through the back door to the shaded patio. Bear was on the deep bench built into the long back fence, and she was surrounded by a cluster of friends and neighbors, all chatting and laughing. It looked almost like she was holding court, if court was a group of townsfolk and a wooden table littered with half-full drinks, bar snacks, greeting cards, and small gifts — this was typical for the time of year, because everyone treated the first week of Bear’s return like it was her birthday.

“MADDIE!” a few would-be courtiers shouted out cheerfully, and someone conjured one of the well-used plastic chairs with battered metal legs for her to join them. She’d dressed carefully, it looked like everyone had, and it was so good to see them all showing off a little in the filtered afternoon sunlight.

After getting settled and saying hellos, Madeline dug her little gift out of her bag and set it on the table. “Hey, Bear,” she said, getting the woman’s attention, “I brought you something.” It was a jar of dark, rich, wildflower honey from her neighbor’s fall harvest. He always set aside a few jars for her, and this batch had been too good to keep to herself. She turned on her best wide-eyed, exaggeratedly innocent expression and aimed it at the werebear. “Bears do like honey, right?”

Thankfully, Bear laughed big and wonderful, and it sent blooming warmth from Madeline’s chest to her toes. “Well, this one does,” Bear said good-naturedly. She picked up the jar, tipped it, and watched the air bubble move down the side. She smiled at it and said, “Thanks, Maddie. Very kind of you, looks real good.” She looked back up at Madeline, and her smile softened into something really sweet. They just sat there for a moment, smiling and blinking softly at each other like a couple of goofballs. So, this was going well.

These springtime afternoons were always the nicest time to catch up with everyone. It was late enough in the day to get some good gossip, and too early for anyone to be out on the lash. The day slipped into golden early evening, Madeline switched to water, and the group filtered down to just a few friends. It got warm enough that she took off her leather jacket, and at some point Bear had rolled her sleeves up to the elbow. Those forearms. Madeline had to keep reminding herself not to sneak too many looks over at Bear, while she despaired over how to work up her courage to… what, ask her out? Seriously, why did it have to be so excruciating? But the thing was, as much as Bear caught her looking, she caught Bear looking back.

Okay, you know what? It was getting actually late now, and Madeline was starting to think maybe another day would be better. Bear had just gotten back, after all. They ran into each other all the time, no big deal. She’d just ask her all casual like, without all this build-up, yeah, that would be better, less pressure, good idea, okay, time to—

“Hey, Maddie,” Bear interrupted her spiral, thank fuck. “Help a gal out. It’s been months since I had a good look at you.” She leaned down, then grabbed one of Madeline’s chair legs and yanked, dragging it across the concrete a few feet. Suddenly they were very close, Madeline’s right knee and calf flush with Bear’s left. Bear inhaled deeply. “There, that’s better.”

“Whoa, haha,” Madeline uttered shakily. Had she just said ‘haha’ aloud? What the fuck. She blushed hard and tried harder to regain her composure. “Wait— did you just smell me?”

Bear laughed low and warm, and snuck an arm around Madeline’s shoulders. “Yeah, is that okay?” she asked, and then more seriously, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. This is okay.” She meant it, obviously. This was amazing. Madeline was tall in her own right, or at least taller than most women she knew, but she felt tiny next to Bear. This was the closest they’d ever been to each other, and holy hell was it awesome.

“You smell nice, by the way,” Bear said, amused but sincere.

“Well, thanks? Must be my shampoo.”

Bear leaned in to get another sniff and pitched her voice down. “Mmm. Must be,” she rumbled directly into Madeline’s ear.

Because she was really going for it now, and because a hot butch woman was talking low into her ear, for fuck’s sake, Madeline shivered. But they were careening towards a cliche back and forth, and Madeline didn’t want to play. “So, this is the part where you say ‘You cold, baby? You’re trembling. How about you sit next to me here on the bench, and I’ll keep you warm.’ And I say ‘Oh thank you, Bear, you’re so big and strong’ for some reason and then I blink at you all coquettishly. Let’s skip it. Scoot over.”

There was literally no reason for Bear to scoot anywhere, as there was plenty of room next to her, but she did it anyway. “You don’t think I’m big and strong? You wound me, Maddie.”

Madeline snickered as she pressed her side into Bear’s, getting comfortable. “Of course I do, but you don’t need anyone to tell you.” Bear’s hand settled on her waist. It felt so good to be this close to her, to snuggle in her arms — well, one of her arms, rather.

“You know— oh, dammit,” Maddie faltered and looked down at her hands to gather herself. It’s cool, this is fine. It is. Time to be brave. She looked back up at Bear. “You know. You gotta know that I like you, right? Because I do.”

Bear was looking at her softly, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy. “You do, huh?” Her hand slipped down to Madeline’s hip and she started to knead the sensitive flesh there. “That’s lucky, because I like you too. Have for a long while.”

“But I’m not fast,” Madeline blurted. Bear’s hand froze on her hip. “I don’t know if I can jump in with both feet right away, Bear. You gotta give me a little time.” She took a beat to slow herself down. She could do this. “But, um. Can I take you to dinner?” She prayed to whatever deity that she had this right, that this is how people fucking talk to each other.

Bear grinned delightedly as she slid her hand back to Madeline’s waist, and squeezed her in a reassuring half-hug. “That sounds good to me, honey,” she said. “Just tell me when.”

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HOW LONG IS A LONG WHILE, BEAR. TELL US. Whew, this one fought me! And then it kept getting longer! Why!!! I just wanted to write a big ol’ butch wlw werebear and write another wlw who wants to snuggle with her 😭 Do you ever feel like you know where a story starts and where it ends, but the rest of it has to be fuckin’ wrestled out of your brain? I’m pretty sure I know what was going on, which is good, like, at least in the long run. Ah well, the important thing is that it’s done and I can release it to the wild. Right? Haha right, guys? Anyway. The two challenge days I’ve done so far have been heavy on the anxious, obvious long-time crush, so, I reckon something different for the next few. ANYWAY. <3

#monstrousmaychallenge #monstrous may challenge #day 6: the lycanthrope #werebear and the woman who wants to cuddle her #whence writing

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fernisasinner · 3 years

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Hey, hey...

If you don't mind me asking, but how would you rank the Obey Me! Boys (Brothers & Formally Undatables) in terms of personal favourites....?

Also, please feel free to elaborate as to why you placed them in those certain space if you don't mind...

Judging by the profile pic, Asmo's definitely first, right....?

Ooh, thank you for asking! I do love Asmo and he was my favourite when I entered the fandom, hence the profile pic, but a certain tsundere has stolen my heart. I'm not really the best with words but I've tried to elaborate even if it's mostly just me talking about the characters. 😅 Please keep in mind also that I'm still on the first season of lessons so I'm going by what I know so far from those and other fan's perspectives. Here is my ranking for the boys in terms of personal favourites.

1. Mammon - he makes me feel safe, I think he'd give the best hugs, he seems easy to get along with and be best friends, he doesn't get credit for how smart and talented and lovable he actually is. He gets so many nasty things said to him that aren't true, and I'm dying to give this man the love he deserves. He'd also be down for all sorts of dates or outings. Unlike mostly fancy dinners with Lucifer, or mostly cuddling with Belphie and anime marathons with Levi, I think Mammon would be down for anything from clubbing to picnics and cosy days in bed. I feel comfortable with him.

2. Asmo - he tries so hard to make himself appear lovable when the only person who needs convincing is himself. That's such a human thing to do, and makes me think that he'd be that one mom friend who will let you vent for hours and give the best advice while refusing to deal with their own problems. In bed I definitely think he pays attention to his partner(s) and prioritises their pleasure before his own. This man knows how to make himself look good and is definitely a feminist. He would be a great friend that you can talk about anything with while pampering each other.

3. Barbatos - I don't really know what's going on with the butler yet, but I would really like to get to know him better. Although he's polite all the time, he has hints of playfulness and snarkiness but overall seems friendly and soft-spoken so far. He might take a little while to let his guard down and open up his personality to you but once you got there, it would be 100% worth it. He is pretty and strikes me as an interesting character. I love the way he acts and talks and I want to know more.

4. Belphie - I'm not gonna lie, maybe I just want sleepy cuddles. He looks so soft and would absolutely laugh at horror movies while letting you snuggle into his side. Yes, The Thing happened, but I totally understand where he's coming from and I'll forgive him. Despite The Thing, he actually seems like the most sensible and rational brother out of all of them. Also, introducing someone as a mystery attic man will never fail to make me like them.

5. Lucifer - I'm still in the stage where the things he says catch me off guard. Calling me out on blushing with that smug smirk of his? Agreeing to a kiss with no hint of hesitation? I am not used to this man flirting, but when he does I forget that he's maybe kind of a terrible person. He would definitely have a secure grip in a hug, but be delicate when holding hands. Unfortunately, I think he loves Diavolo more than he could ever love me 😔

6. Solomon - he is mysterious, he treats us kindly while loving to cause chaos and mischief, he has been alive for so long he must have a never-ending supply of stories from his personal life experiences. He is feared not for his skills as a sorcerer, but for his impossible lack of skill at making food edible. Why does he dislike water? I just want to listen to this man talk about his life for a few hours. Also, he gets points for dressing nicely.

7. Diavolo - although there seems to be a darker side to him than meets the eye, I love how friendly he is and his easygoing playful personality makes me smile especially when it's pissing Lucifer off. It intrigues me that he's said to be better at chess than Satan but other than that, nobody has commented on his intellect so far. Is it a secret that his mind is as powerful as the rest of him? Despite his status, he is a lonely goofball and I would like to take him on a date and get to know him better.

8. Simeon - I like him but I'm not sure that I trust him. This angel can be sneaky when it suits him and much like Diavolo, I don't want to see him angry. He's pretty and I like his smile though. I think he would be good at gentle words and comforting touches which I need sometimes.

9. Satan - despite being the avatar of Wrath, I respect that Satan puts in an effort to be very calm and I trust him more for his love of cats. I think like Levi with video games and anime, he uses books as a way to distance himself from the rage boiling inside at his reality. It helps him to understand himself better and make sense of the world around him and the feeling inside him. I like his mischievous side and I can relate to him, but I think hanging out would be too quiet for me to relax.

10. Levi - I'm petty and I still hold a grudge for him making me team up against Mammon towards the start of the game. I don't hate him, but I don't really love him as much of some of the others. I must say though, I admire his skills with technology and his amount of knowledge when it comes to the worlds he's invested in. I relate to using fictional worlds as an escape from reality and I think we could be good friends.

11. Beel - I love Beel, and I blame the game for his lack of characterisation. Aside from his heart-to-heart with mc about Lilith, I feel pretty distant from him and like I don't know his personality very well yet. I would like to eat some potatoes with this man and watch demon master chef.

12. Luke - I don't mind Luke at all, I just don't connect with him very much. I think he's nice, but probably my least favourite out of everyone. We would bake cupcakes together and maybe accidentally throw some flour at Lucifer.

#obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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rami-hoe · 4 years

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Confessions Part 6

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: smut, swearing

Josh had ended up deferring his acceptance to the film program so he could take his first year at home. It was a good deal- he was taking a full time psychology program, so when he transferred, he would have almost all of the electives he needed, and he could take some film courses on the side to get familiar with the subject. The best thing about it by far was that it gave us another year before he moved out of state.

To be honest, I felt like one of those over dramatic teenagers who treat their boyfriends going to class like he was going off to war. I missed Josh like crazy. I was starting to feel a little co-dependent. I guess I was just spoiled; I’d spent our entire relationship seeing him pretty much every day. We spent at least six hours a day in the same building, stealing kisses in between classes, having lunch together, driving there and back in his car. I just wasn’t used to having to make actual plans to spend time with him. But since he was at the university most of the time, and I was working almost full time, I had to text my boyfriend in order to see him. It was horrible, really.

I had been a little worried about Josh going off to college. I’d heard a lot of relationships didn’t make it through the transition. People changed, they grew apart, and before you knew it you were looking at an entirely different person, not the one you’d fallen in love with. But Josh was finishing up his first semester, and we were still going strong. He was changing, there was no doubt about that. He was going to more than his fair share of parties, of course, but he was really taking the whole student thing seriously, becoming a responsible, self-motivating student. My goofball was turning into a goofman. But in all the ways it mattered, he was still my Josh: warm and loving, and so much fun to be with. I got the distinct impression his classmates had that same opinion, especially the female ones. I’d seen more than a few of them shooting some serious daggers my way when he took me to parties or just to hang out on campus.

Josh was used to having plenty of women interested in him, and I’d gotten used to it as well. As far as I was concerned, they could look all they wanted- but I was the only one who got to touch. Josh made sure I knew he only had eyes for me. As nice as it was that he wanted me to feel secure, it felt pretty great to know I didn’t need the reassurance. It used to bother me when I saw other girls looking at Josh. I would ask myself if they were prettier than me, smarter than me, if they would put out for him. I would question whether or not I even deserved to be with a guy like Josh. But the first time we were sitting in the dorms with his college buddies and a woman with a short skirt and full lips walked past with a wink and a smile for Josh, I just felt… nothing. It was fine. I mean, I felt kind of bad for her. She was flirting with a guy who had his arm around someone else- she must not have much else going for her. There was no reason for me to be insecure because some girl thought Josh was hot and decided him being friendly meant he was into her.

That was how I decided I was ready to have sex with Josh. You have no idea how good it felt to realize I was past that place of petty, immature jealousy. I was completely comfortable in our relationship. I loved him, I trusted him, and I couldn’t remember the last time I doubted if he felt the same. Maybe it was because we weren’t seeing each other as much- if we didn’t have faith in each other, our relationship would have imploded by now. However it happened, I was grateful for it, and I was ready to take the next step with him.

I decided I was ready just as Josh was going into exam season- not stellar timing on my part. I didn’t want to distract him. I’d waited this long, a few more weeks wouldn’t kill me. Or so I thought. I didn’t know exactly what it was- it was like some kind of switch went off in my brain the moment I decided I wanted to have sex. Ever since then, everything Josh did was just so… hot. Not that he wasn’t hot before, but now I was getting turned on watching him eat chips by the handful. I found myself making full use of my graduation present. Josh liked to help out when I used it, but I got the feeling having him in the room would only make the problem worse. I was having a hard enough time not telling him to fuck me when we made out; I didn’t think I’d be able to stop myself if he was holding a vibrator to my clit. He always got hard when he did it… I could never do justice to how incredibly sexy it was to have Josh beside him, his hard on pressed into my thigh, while he worked the toy between my legs.

Josh’s exams all fell in the first three weeks of the period, and they were the hardest three weeks of my life. Every time I went over to his place, he would be hunched over his desk, going over his notes. He was so damn sexy when he was concentrating. I just wanted to straddle his lap and beg him to take me right there on the desk. Josh definitely noticed something was up, but he didn’t push it further when I denied it; his exams were keeping him preoccupied.

His last exam was scheduled for 9:00am this morning. I’d spent the last three hours waiting for him to call me to let me know he was finished. We had plans to go out for a celebratory lunch at Dairy Queen. Ice cream seemed like a bit of an odd choice, considering it was December, but it was Josh’s first pick. I’d seen how hard he’d been working the whole semester; he’d more than earned whatever lunch he wanted.

My phone rang just before noon, and I picked it up embarrassingly fast. Or it would have been embarrassing if I had any problem with Josh knowing I’d been waiting by the phone all morning.

“Hey! How’d it go?” I asked.

“Pretty good! At least, I think so. I feel okay about it.”

“You’ve been studying all week,” I said. “I’m sure you did great.” I’d seen all the work he put into this. I couldn’t imagine that work would go unrewarded.

“I dunno,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just a little worried. Think I’m gonna go crazy waiting for the results.”

I chewed my bottom lip. “You know… I think- it’s just, I have something to tell you… I think it might help your mind off things.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you at lunch,” I said. This was really a face to face conversation. “Pick me up?”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Dairy Queen wasn’t as empty as I’d hoped it would be. Surprisingly, people craving terrible burgers and ice cream in the winter wasn’t that uncommon. Josh had been a bundle of nerves since he came to pick me up, no matter how much I tried to reassure him. It was getting me a little anxious too, to be honest. Josh wasn’t usually the worrying type.

We ordered our food and found a table near the bay window. “Relax, babe,” I said, reaching over the table to take his hand. “It’s done, it’s out of the way; obsessing about it now isn’t gonna make it any better.”

Josh sighed. “It just sucks… I know I could’ve done better if I had another hour,” he said.

“Did you study?”

“What?” Josh’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, you helped me.”

“Did you answer all the questions?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then you did the best you could,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I quizzed you myself- you knew your shit.”

“Being quizzed by my girlfriend in my room is different than taking an exam in a fucking lecture hall,” he said. “I know I left shit out.”

“You can afford to leave a couple things out,” I said. “That doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail.”

Josh groaned. “Why couldn’t it be a fucking scantron? Those take like two seconds to grade.” He sank down in his seat so he could lean his head against the chair back- no easy feat for a guy his size. His legs ended up on my side of the table. “This is fucking killing me. What did you wanna tell me? I could seriously use a distraction right now.”

And just like that, all of Josh’s nerves slammed themselves right into my stomach. “Right… Uh, well-”

“Here ya go!” A waitress who seemed far too perky for a fast food place put out food on the table. “Two mushroom swiss burgers, fries, and a chicken strip basket. Enjoy your meal!” She scampered back to the kitchen as Josh unwrapped the first of his burgers. The parchment was already covered in sauce, and my nose crinkled at the sight. Josh just laughed.

“It’s better than it looks,” he said.

“You say that every time.”

“And it’s true every time.” He grinned. “If you’d give it a try, I think you’d like it.”

I shook my head. “Chicken strips seem like a safer bet.” Why was this so easy? This completely unplanned conversation was effortless, but when I turned my attention back to the speech I’d spent the last month planning, I was tongue tied.

Josh cocked his head to the side as he brought his milkshake to his lips. “You okay?”

I managed a smile. “Yeah, I’m good,” I said. It was a struggle not to stare down at the basket, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t come across as a mature adult ready for sex if I couldn’t even meet his eye. I cleared my throat and took a breath. “I’ve been thinking-” Christ, my heart is pounding right now- “We’ve been dating for a long time-” My palms are sweaty. Is the rest of me sweaty? Can he see it?- “And I just feel so comfortable and safe with you now-” What if he doesn’t want to? Why the fuck would he not want to, idiot? You were dry humping last week- “I think we’re in a really strong place-” Does everybody get this nauseous when asking someone to take their virginity?- “And I’m ready. To, uh… to have sex. With you.”

Josh was silent for way too long. It was probably only a couple of seconds, really, but it felt like fucking hours. I was trapped in Schrodinger’s box, simultaneously existing in a state of excitement and terror before Josh responded.

He slowly put the milkshake back on the table. “Wow,” he said. Well. At least it was a word. That was better than complete silence. I resisted the urge to cry out my relief when he smiled. “I mean, I kinda figured we were going in that direction,” he said. “But still, that’s… big. Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I said. “Or anyone. I know it’s taken me a while to get here, but I’m ready. I love you, and I trust you, and I’m so fucking horny, Josh; every time I look at you my vagina hits me with a rolled up newspaper and demands to know why I haven’t fucked you yet.”

Josh laughed. “That’s an… interesting description. But I think it was a compliment, so thanks for that.”

“It’s an accurate description,” I said, popping a fry into my mouth. “I don’t know how I lasted this long. I’ve never been this frustrated in my life.”

He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. That shouldn’t be turning me on as much as it was but that’s where we were now. “So, we gonna get a nice hotel? Cover the bed in rose petals, get a bottle of fancy champagne and chocolate covered strawberries?”

“We could do that,” I said. “Or we could go back to your place and do it before your sisters get home.”

Josh chuckled. “That doesn’t sound very romantic,” he said.

“Yeah, but it means we get to have sex, like, now.”

“Don’t we have to talk about it first?” he asked.

I shrugged. “We talk about it like every time we fool around,” I said. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what to expect.”

“I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable, you know? Losing your virginity is a major thing.”

“It is,” I said. “But I took my time. I waited for the right person, I waited until I was ready, I waited until your exams were over.” I reached over and ran my hand up his forearm. “I’m done with waiting. I don’t need it to be some big romantic thing. It’ll be perfect, as long as it’s with you”

After the big confession, it didn’t take either of us very long to finish our meals. It was safe to say we were both pretty eager to get back to his place. Beth and Hannah usually got home around 4:00 and we wanted as much time to ourselves as possible.

We got to the house and made a beeline for Josh’s room. My hand hadn’t left his since we got out of the car. The butterflies in my stomach refused to leave, but I didn’t mind so much anymore. They were kind of fueling my excitement.

Josh’s lips were on mine the second we stepped into his bedroom. By the time he kicked the door closed, his hands had firmly planted themselves on my ass. I tangled my fingers in his hair as we stumbled towards the bed. We lost our shoes and jackets on the journey there.

We fell onto the bed and Josh maneuvered his way on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs and let him settle between them. I could feel his growing bulge against my core as his lips trailed down my neck. I ran my nails down his back, gripped the soft fabric of his t-shirt and tugged on it. Josh pulled away long enough to yank it off and toss it to the floor. His lips reattached themselves to my skin, this time my collarbone. He sucked light bruises onto the sensitive flesh and I hummed my appreciation.

“Josh~” I moaned as he slid his hands up my shirt. I lifted my back off the bed and he undid my bra. His hands moved back around to my chest and palmed my breasts. His thumb rolled over my nipple and I arched my back onto his touch.

I pushed him back and sat up so I could pull my shirt over my head. Josh looked like a starving man staring at a turkey dinner. His pupils were blown bigger than I’d ever seen them, and I was sure I looked just as desperate.

His lips were beyond excited to explore the newly exposed skin. He took his time, making sure to give each boob the proper treatment, dividing the efforts of his hands and his mouth evenly.

I felt my stomach flip when he started moving further down. He kissed along the waist of my pants, pausing to suck on each hip bone. He looked up at me with dark, devilish eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he said as tugged the fabric down my legs. I kicked the pants off and leaned down to tug off my socks. My heart pounded as he spread my legs and laid down between them. He dragged his tongue over my panties, keeping eye contact as he did. I bit my lip and gripped the sheets in anticipation of what was about to happen. Josh grinned as he pulled my panties to the side. “Now, I know my tongue isn’t a Satisfyer, but I think you’re really gonna enjoy this.”

My laugh turned into a gasp as his tongue delved between my folds. He spread my lips with his fingers and pressed his tongue into my entrance. We’d done our fair share of fooling around, but he’d never used his tongue before, just his fingers and the toy. As his tongue moved inside of me, his nose pressed against my clit. My hips bucked into his face, and he pressed one hand on my stomach to hold me still while he worked. His tongue slipped out of me and was quickly replaced by his middle finger as he licked up to my clit.

I cried out when he curled his finger to hit my g-spot. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked on the sensitive bud. My hands flew to his head and gripped his hair. He slipped a second finger in as he swirled his tongue around my clit. There was just a little bit of burning as he added a third finger, but that was as far as the discomfort went. The pleasure of him massaging my walls as his tongue worked my clit far outweighed the pain.

It was hard to believe it had been so long since Josh did this. Obviously he’d been keeping his skills sharp. I’d never been touched like this before- I didn’t even know what I needed, but Josh didn’t need any instruction. He kept going, three fingers fucking me while his mouth licked and sucked, until my back bent and I felt my soul leave my body. My fingers tightened in his hair; it had to be hurting him, but he didn’t let up. He refused to stop until I moved my palm to his forehead and pushed him away.

Josh grinned and dipped his head down to kiss my stomach. “How was that?” he murmured.

It took me a minute to register the question at all, then another minute to convince my mouth to move. “That was… that was fucking incredible.” I chuckled. My head was in the clouds as I fought to push off the post-orgasm bliss long enough to get my body working against.

I pushed Josh off of me and very shakily crawled over to him. My hand drifted over to the bulge in his pants, which was now a full on tent. I ground my palm into his groin and Josh let out a low groan. I swear to god, that was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I pulled his jeans and his boxers down, and his erection leapt out at me. I must have seen him hard at least a dozen times by now, but there was something different about it now that I knew it would be inside of me soon.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked his hot shaft.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said with a grin. “I’m pretty much ready to go over here.”

“I know,” I said as I leaned down and licked his head. “I just wanna make you feel good.” I’d only sucked him off a couple of times, but I loved doing it. I was sure I wasn’t the best at it, but Josh was just so reactive. I loved feeling him squirm and hearing his groans as I took him into my mouth. The way he looked down at me with his mouth hanging open and his eyes clouded with pleasure… shit, even the thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I closed my lips around his tip and started bobbing my head, taking him just a little deeper with each movement. I still couldn’t take all of him without gagging, but I’d worked my way up to a little more than half. Josh pulled my hair into a ponytail to guide my mouth along his shaft.

“God, I fucking love your mouth,” he groaned.

I pulled back, stroking his cock leisurely as I said “I hope you love the rest of me too.”

“You know I do,” he said. “But at the moment, your mouth’s the part of you I’m most focused on.”

I sat up. “Really?” I asked. “There’s no part of me you might want just a little more?” I straddled his hips and ground my core against his cock. “Nothing at all?”

Josh’s eyes rolled back as my wetness coated his shaft. His hand flew over to the bedside table, opened it, and groped around until he found the box of condoms. My hips continued to rock as he snatched one of the packets out of the box. They only stilled when Josh paused to scrutinize the back of the packet.

“Did you forget how to put them on?” I asked, only half joking.

Josh chuckled. “Just checking through expiry,” he said. “I’ve had these since we started dating.” He lifted the plastic square up triumphantly. “Still good!”

“Woulda really sucked if it wasn’t,” I mused as he opened the packet and slid the condom onto his hard cock. “I mean, just imagine it. We’re here, I’m all ready to lose my virginity, and we get cockblocked by an expired condom.”

“You know, as arousing as this conversation is-“

“Down to business, right.” I looked down at his covered cock and swallowed. This was it. I raised my hips up and positioned myself over his member.

Josh grabbed my hips before I lowered myself down. “I just gotta ask one more time- are you sure about this?”

I moved my hands up his forearms and nodded. “I am.” I kept my eyes locked on his as I sank onto his cock. His eyes widened and he let out a soft moan as my walls closed around him. I sucked in a breath at the feeling of him filling me completely. It was… different than I expected. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Not actual pain, at least, but there was this weird pressure right at my entrance. It was strange. I’d never been this full before.

I was so wrapped up in the sensation, I didn’t realize it’d been a full minute since I moved until Josh squeezed my hip and asked “you okay?”

I adjusted my position and let out an entirely involuntary noise as I felt him move inside of me. “Jesus…” I took a breath. “I’m good,” I said. “It just… takes some getting used to.”

“Take your time,” he said, his fingers caressing my waist.

I rested my hands on his stomach. “Am I supposed to, like, bounce or grind or what?” I asked with a breathy chuckle. Maybe I wasn’t as well prepared as I thought I was.

“Just do whatever makes you feel good,” he said.

I lifted my hips until just his tip remained inside of me, then sank back down on him. That was… interesting. There was a spark of pleasure. Nowhere near as big as when he was going down on me, but it was there, and it was helping me forget about the pain. I braced myself on my hands as I started to ride him. Josh’s head fell back onto the pillow and he moaned. That sound made whatever discomfort this caused more than worth it. Josh’s tip just brushed against my g-spot and I gasped. I pushed my hips forward, simultaneously pushing his cock against that sweet spot and grinding my clit against his groin. I repeated the motion and moaned “fuck, Josh~”

“You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he groaned. “I don’t- shit- I’m not gonna last very long.”

“That’s fine,” I mumbled. “Want you to come.” He’d already made me feel so good- I just wanted to return the favour. I’d made him wait our entire relationship to get to this; I wasn’t about to ask him to hold off his orgasm too.

I moved my hands to either side of his shoulders and leaned over him. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer to him as my hips continued to roll. He leaned up to close the rest of the distance between us and captured my lips in a heated kiss. His hands clenched into tight fists and his hips bucked up into mine. He buried his cock fully inside of me and moaned against my lips. I broke the kiss so I could watch his expression melt into pure bliss as he came into the condom.

Josh collapsed back onto the bed and I lowered myself onto his chest. We were both sweaty, sticky, and hot, but I didn’t give a second thought to rolling off of him and cooling down. He rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out of my body.

“So…” Josh brushed my damp hair away from my face. “How do you feel?”

I buried my face against his neck to hide my smile. “I’m, uh, I’m feeling pretty good right now.”

“No regret?” Josh teased. “Not feeling like a part of you is missing? Like you’ve been forever changed?”

“I think you’re overestimating the power of your dick,” I said.

Josh gasped and clutched his chest. “I’m hurt,” he said.

I laughed and nuzzled into him. “I bet I can find a way to make it up to you,” I said.

“Mmm~” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m sure you can,” he murmured. “What time is it?”

I glanced over at the clock. “Two,” I said. “We’ve got time.”

“Good,” he said. “Don’t wanna move.” That was fine by me. I didn’t feel like getting dressed right away. I wanted to stay here with him as long as we could. Just like this, skin to skin.

“Josh?” I asked

“Mhm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For everything,” I said. “For being so patient with me right from the start.”

“I was just trying to be the kind of guy who deserves you; you don’t have to thank me-“

“No, I do.” I pushed myself up onto my elbows so I could look down at him. “You were amazing,” I said. “You are amazing. I couldn’t ask for a better guy. I wouldn’t have wanted this to happen with anyone else.” I ran my finger down his cheek. “I’m just… I’m so happy I’m with you.”

Josh leaned up for a soft kiss. “Since we got together, all I’ve wanted to do is make you happy,” he whispered. “You mean the fucking world to me, Y/N. And I’m glad we waited. This was the right way to do this.”

I rested my forehead against his. “I love you. So goddamn much.”

“I love you too,” he replied. That big, goofy smile I loved so much painted on his face. “And I always will.”

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3. Upon Further Research

Simon was fine. That’s what he kept having to tell himself. It wasn’t like he truly wanted to date Grace St. Catherine. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He had far too many habits and personal ways that made others uncomfortable or annoyed.

The last woman he attempted to date didn’t like the fact that Samantha had her own room and that she was only allowed to enter it if Samantha had approached her to be friends. If Samantha was uncomfortable, she would mewl about it and he didn’t want that type of upset over someone who didn’t have to live with her adjusting to something she didn’t like.

The last man he dated had an irrational hatred of the fact that Simon purchased multiple types of milk for different times of the day or different kinds of enjoyment. He never thought he would see someone have such a reaction to the fact that he wanted whole milk for cereal and to warm up at the end of the night before bed, low fat milk for milkshakes and accompanying a grilled cheese or a cheese and egg sandwich, and skim milk for drink mixes and casual throughout the day enjoyment. “Just buy one kind of milk and stick with it!” Truth be told, sometimes, Simon also bought 2% milk whenever he wasn’t feeling that great and nut milk for cooking. He just… couldn’t explain that it made a difference to his consumption and couldn’t understand why it made someone else so frustrated.

But, it reminded him that he had unique quirks that people found basically unacceptable. Grace seemed like a cool person, but she probably would be irritated to open his fridge and see 6 different types of milk too. Or to have Samantha refuse to acknowledge her and therefore not be able to enter Sam’s Sanctuary… or even just be annoyed that there was a room with cat trees, a little playground, cat toys, waterer, feeder, etc, and a cat that spent most of her time in the windowsill instead of acknowledging all of the luxury that had been collected for her.

Then again, it was unfair to assume what people might not like about you or your life. He couldn’t know for sure. All that he knew was that she wasn’t interested in going out with him.

That should have been the end of it, but he was very curious about that comment that her coworker made about “another hot date.” Did she have a lot of hot dates? What exactly constitutes a hot date?

Going through her photos didn’t help with that. If she regularly dated, she certainly didn’t like anyone enough to put them on her social media. Though, she did see in one of her comments she said something about VDay “my hands will be full. Worry ‘bout yourself," she’d told somebody who asked if she was trying to get “wifed up for VDay,” as a response to a photo of her in a stunning red dress, captioned with “Beneficiary Gathering #GraceLoveTheKids” She didn’t have a location, so he searched “beneficiary gathering” and came up with SO MANY things. He sighed and went back to her hashtag, wondering if it was common for her.

She used it pretty frequently! There were photos of her at a children’s hospital, photos of numerous kids, some at some center, some at parks and stuff… She really didn’t put a lot of information into her captions. Most people loved to tell you location and event and every single detail. The fact that she didn’t made her more appealing to Simon. She liked her space. He liked his too. He could relate… but also… he needed to know more.

It’s not a violation of her privacy if I don’t use anything against her. I'm just intrigued...

A few days after the date debacle, Simon found his way back into the coffee shop, this time with Samantha with him. Grace noticed him come in and sit down, but she was at the cash register, helping a customer out. When she finished, she waved to him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was petting his cat and scrolling something. She let out a disappointed sigh. Of course, Simon had noticed her. Every single detail, including that sigh. That made him a little hopeful that perhaps she would come over and engage. Maybe meet Samantha, even. She didn’t, though. She worked as usual and didn't seem to even glance his way again.

Grace went across the street for lunch. The little deli had a small selection, but they had something that she couldn’t get anywhere else in town - chicken taco pinwheels - and she was hooked on them. She’d order a dozen of them with two pickle spears, homemade potato chips with cracked pepper and sea salt, and ginger ale with cherries. It was one of the highlights of her day to get that very same lunch any time that she worked. When she was leaving today, she almost ran into Simon. She gasped and hugged her lunch to herself. “Mr. Laurent. Sorry. I’m usually pretty aware of my surroundings. You didn’t sneak up on me, did you?” she teased and winked an eye at him.

“You know… People usually call me Simon,” he said, smiling.

“People call you?” she asked. He blushed and laughed. “Of course I’m kidding. It’s just easier to call you that because of the policy and stuff.”

“The policy?”

“At the bookstore. Normally, they don’t care if you get familiar with regulars and they share their names, but since it’s you, we’re not supposed to bother you and were told that we were to refer to you as Mr. Laurent. It’s part of orientation. I remember very vividly saying, “Well excuse me, Mr. Laurent!” She exaggerated the Frenchness of his name and he chuckled at it, then stopped and looked serious. “Because, I’m kind of a goofball. Didn’t mean anything by it..”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just think it’s weird that they do that. I don’t mind being spoken to like a normal person.” That wasn’t completely true. He hated being interrupted if he was working or doing something with a hobby…

“Okay… Simon, then,” she said with a smile. He could only give her one back in return. “And who is our little pristine friend?” She asked. Samantha was on a leash, and standing, staring, almost as though she were waiting to be introduced to this strange new person.

“This is Samantha.”

Grace stooped down and Simon tensed up. She smiled and said, “Hi, Samantha. I’m Grace. I work at your daddy’s favorite bookstore. I’ve seen a lot of photos of you, and might I say, you are radiant! Exuding opulence! You own EVERYTHING!” Samantha stepped forward and rubbed herself against Grace’s knee. “Oh, you are so adorable, but I can’t pet you right now! I’m holding stuff.” Grace stood up, looking sad as Samantha continued to rub against her shoes until Simon gathered her up.

“She never does that. Sorry..”

“No, she’s majestic. Maybe Daddy will bring you around to see me again some time, sweetie!” She blew kisses at Samantha, nodded her head to Simon, called out, “See you tomorrow, Chief!” (to which the deli owner waved).

Simon came up to the counter and noticed the man staring at Samantha. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought her inside of here. “I’m going to have whatever she just ordered, to go, please?” He waited out of the way, just in case having an animal in their eating space might bother someone.

Her deli order was better than her coffee order, that was for sure, though that wasn’t hard to beat. He shivered thinking about it. He ate in his car and pulled up to a trash bin to discard things. Samantha was sleeping very comfortably in her safety carrier.

Grace got off of work and danced out of the door, holding her perfume laced coffee. She looked up at the sky for a moment, checked her phone. He looked up too. It might rain. She didn’t seem too bothered, merely curious. She walked through the neighborhood, the wind was blowing her sweater and she was drinking her coffee, speaking to various people as she passed them. How did she DO that? Simon barely liked speaking to the people that he knew. She couldn’t have possibly known most of these people, though maybe she saw them everyday, but that meant nothing. Was she cordial and warm all of the time?

She stopped at a florist and he watched through the window as she seemed to know the guy in the flower shop too. They chatted for a while until someone came from the back with what looked like a package. It was one of those big yellow mailing envelopes and the woman who gave it to her walked her over, away from the counter to speak with her before handing it to her and hugging her. As Grace came out, she said, “Thanks! See you next time…” The guy behind the counter rushed to hand her a flower and she hugged him too. Simon… didn’t like it, even though it seemed perfectly friendly and she seemed like one of those people who probably hugged her friends and stuff. Maybe. He didn’t know enough yet. Hadn’t collected enough information.

She slipped her package into her bag, handed her presumably empty cup to the guy and he went inside and threw it away for her as she left. Simon lost her once she went into the train station. But, he felt like he collected enough information for the day. He wondered if this was daily, or if she deviated what she did after work. He continued driving past the station and headed home to work on all of his notes and more research.

One thing that he noted was that aside from her social media, he couldn’t find much about Grace St. Catherine. And, that wasn’t even much to go by, because aside from everything being private, what she shared was still limited.

But. The guy at the florist shop followed her. Simon checked his page. Heath Farmer *152 Simon didn't think much of it whenever he read the generic name, just scrolled through photos. None of them had Grace in them, but she was in his comments a lot and vice versa. It led to nothing.

He clicked on someone else's page who was speaking with them in the comments. Jalicia Barrett * 227 "Huh." He went to find others that he saw speaking in similar circles and several had no numbers there, but there were quite a few others that did have a number listed, and some were kids or teenagers. Maybe something to do with some of Grace's child benefits? He couldn't find what tied them together… But then he saw someone's page and Grace was actually in photos ON it. "Xander Helstrom *747…"

His profile pic was a younger photo of himself with pink hair, wearing a chin guard on his face and a bandana on his arm.

But, all of his current photos indicated he was older now, probably early 20s or late teens. He and Grace seemed close. There was a photo of him with her pet turtle and sliding through the set, it was the day that she bought it. So… they were most likely really good friends, or something else… Simon found himself looking at every interaction between them that he could find. They spoke like they had known each other a long time and from what he could see, this was the only person who had photos of her in her space. Maybe they were in something complicated? He searched Xander's other accounts. His Tweets were mostly about child welfare and social justice. His Facebook seemed similar, but also had memes and photos of himself and memorials for children. One caught his attention. The drawing looked similar to Grace's art style and it was of a little girl with the caption, "In honor of Hazel. She was never a number and she changed us for the better."

There were several people who commented. "To Hazel, never a number." But, then Simon saw Grace's comment.

"Hazel taught me not to worry and not to rush. She helped give me empathy and a reason to fight. I never would have made it without her. To Hazel, never a number. Always a friend."

Simon looked at the time on his phone. "Crap." It was 2 am.

He finished compiling all of his notes and went to bed. He was very curious what those numbers meant, but he couldn't dwell on it at the moment. He'd have to sleep well into the day to make up for staying up tonight. Tomorrow, he'd have to leave his car behind. He needed to know what happened when Grace got on the train.

04. Date Night

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Jellicle-ho did this and now I also want to rank my favorite Cats. So I wrote this instead of writing about Sullivan.

Long Post Warning

To start with I don't hate/dislike any of them. The ones toward the bottom of the list tend to be ones I just think about less often, or don't feel like I connect to as well. Based on 1998 for simplicity's sake.

1) Munkustrap

My baby. Munk's always been my favorite from the very start. It's not just the hero thing, it's not just that Michael Gruber's a handsome mf, it's how he interacts with the others. He's so loving and protective, but at the same time so done with everyone's bullshit (when bullshittery occurs). And then there's the underlying anxiety issues we're all pretty sure he deals with that makes me just want to hug him. He just so clearly wants everyone to be happy and safe. It melts my heart how much joy he gets from seeing his tribe happy. Watch when Deuteronomy shows up in 1998, after he greets him himself (before which he steps aside so others can greet him first cuz he's a sweetheart), he spends most of the walk to the stairs soaking in how happy all the others are and being utterly overjoyed. Add to that his deep, devoted love for his father and how diligently he looks after him, his clear affection for his little brother Tugger despite being more done with his bullshit than anyone else's (Tugger don't touch the bagpip. Tugger no), his strong, tender bond with Alonzo and how smoothly they work together in a crisis, and his sometimes subtle, sometimes not-so-subtle crush on Demeter (notice that she's the only one other than Alonzo that HE approaches right before the Gumbie Cat and the only one he uses both hands to reach out to during that). Also his snark and sass, when he lets it out, is an utter joy. And I love the way he can assert his dominance with just a glance if the situation calls for it (watch him with Cassandra in Grizabella's first scene), but still rarely ever pulls rank like that. Overall he's a really fun character to watch for me, as well as to think about and (if I get around to it) write about.

2) Demeter

My other baby. (I'm so happy my two babies love each other). She's such a complex character. Her backstory of abuse and her current dealings with PTSD as a result are only the jumping off point. I love her moments of bravery, like jumping on Mac to protect the tribe despite everything she's been through. Courage isn't about not being afraid, it's about doing what needs to be done despite your fears. She's the most courageous member of the tribe and I love her so much. As for her relationships with the others, she has a much less subtle crush on Munk than he does on her, but she's so shy about it (and he's so damn polite) I doubt they'd ever get off the ground without a little help. She's so adorable in the way she looks at him, in 1998 she has a particular smile different from her other smiles that seems to be just for him. I also love her connection with Bomba, I feel like if she and Munk ever got off the ground it would be with Bomba's encouragement. Bomba is always there to hold her up when she feels small. While Munk makes her feel safe, Bomba makes her feel strong. So this is why Demelustrap is my OT3 thank you for coming to my TED talk.

3) Mungojerrie

Acts like a dumbass, is actually a genius. (Fight me). I love characters like this. Contradictions. Like brave strong Munk who is actually more emotionally vulnerable than he lets on, or nervous timid Demeter who bravely confronted the person she fears most. Mungo seems fundamentally clueless in most situations but I think he's just a carefree goofball, at least when the stakes are low. He and Teazer are both clever enough to get away with all sorts of mischief, and I don't think it's a "Teazer is the smart one" situation. I mean Teazer is probably smarter, but they need smarts on both sides. I also love how smoothly they work together as a team. Mungo ranks higher for those adorable "clueless" moments and for being a lovable goof.

4) Rumpleteazer

Acts like a bimbo, is actually a genius. To a lesser extent than Mungo in that she acts way less clueless than he does, and her antics are usually more obviously silliness rather than dumbassery. Would be higher but I just like Mungo's goofy aesthetic a bit more. I'd also like to take this time to note I do NOT think they are siblings. (Fight me. Again)

5) Mistoffolees

Another of those contradictions I love. He's simultaneously shy and showy, bold and insecure. He doesn't quite know who he is yet, but he knows who he wants to be. He's also adorable to watch, with his little hops and poses. His relationship with Tugger is adorable, whether you see them as mates or BFFs (both? both. both is good), and his obvious crush on Victoria is equally adorable (more NOT siblings!). The way he melts when she smiles at him toward the beginning of 1998 *sigh* so cute

6) Alonzo

Sorry @jellicle-ho I do love him lots, but he doesn't make the top five simply because I feel closer to Misto and the Chaos Twins (just an expression, not siblings!) on a spiritual level. He's still one of the best characters. He has his "contradiction" element of being cocky but somewhat insecure, and I especially love that he's just as serious as he is playful. He's also a slinky, sassy bastard and a blast to watch on stage.

7) Victoria

Woo boy. Okay first of all, since it seems to be a major factor, the contradiction element. She seems like a shy, reserved, almost demure young lady at first, but she's actually that quietly sassy serene girl at the Alpha bitch's lunch table, the one that's actually nice and doesn't participate in putting down the weird kid no one likes. But she's still gonna judge you. I love every moment of Victoria-sideeye in the 1998 video. And of course there's her whole side plot which basically revolves around her being extremely DTF, which is quite the opposite of "demure." Also her obvious crush on Misto is also adorable, the way she smiles at him, ugh like the only reason she danced with Plato instead is because Misto was too shy to approach her (also Plato has much better upper body strength so hey ho, hey hue, let's go Pas de Deux). She's also so very graceful and elegent and then there's her "omg why!?" flexibility which make her fascinating to watch.

8) Pouncival

Precious child. Precious little jackass brat. No but really I love him so much he's such a brat but also like he's tiny? And he wants to be cool sooo bad! The way he runs in for his "and bright!" all excited, I just can't. He has this sort of quiet, but enthusiastic demeaner of someone that knows he's not the star, but hopes to be, and he's bursting with energy in a pseudo-controlled way that I find more compelling than Etcetera's brand of enthusiasm. I love his acrobatics, whether they're super smooth, adorably clumsy, or straight up pratfalls. I love how 14-years-old he is. You can see him getting bored in that teenage "okay grampa you've told this story forty times already" kind of way during part of Gus's song. I love how adorably menacing he looks during the Naming of Cats. I just love the baby. He is very baby.

9) Bombalurina

She's beauty. She's grace. She'll smack you in the face. She's sexy and she knows it. She's such a confident, strong woman, and while she's the most overtly sexualized character, I kind of find it's even more empowering, you know? Like the idea that a woman can be both sexy and strong, she doesn't have to pick one. Bomba is walking proof that being strong, bold, and tough is not inherently "masculine," nor is protecting others. Don't get me wrong, I love strong female characters of all varieties, I'm not here to knock the tomboy trope, but when a strong female character is also sexually liberated it's just a different level of empowerment. Not just the deconstruction of "masculine/feminine" lines, but also in the "my body, my life, my choice" kind of way. Further, I absolutely love her relationship with Demeter. I personally support the mates, bffs, and siblings hcs because they honestly work so well as any of these (but as mentioned above, Demelustrap is my OT3, despite not always getting strong Bombastrap vibes). Her protectiveness and desire to comfort Demeter is so beautiful. Maybe it's the contradiction thing that I love so much. Strong, bold Bomba has her most tender moments when looking after Demeter. Idk. Moving on!

10) Rum Tum Tugger

He's beauty. He's… grace? He probably won't smack you in the face. He's sexy and he SO knows it. Tugger is walking proof that certain stereotyped "feminine" traits aren't inherently feminine, or to put it another way, he breaks down what it means to be "masculine." Think about it. Cares about his looks, beautiful luxurious long hair, wiggles his hips, wiggles his hips more, wiggles his hips when he walks, struts like a model on a runway, shakes his chest to be sexy, idolizes a cute boy, fashionable clothes (knee-bandana ftw!), all stereotypical "girly" traits, but would anyone describe Tugger as "girly"? Anyway, that's not even what I love most about him. I actually used to dislike him as a kid, but these days I can't get enough of him. Most of the time he just oozes positive vibes in one way or another, be it party vibes or laid back vibes. Most of his screentime in 1998 is such a good time because of that. He has such an energy and ferocity to him during his dance numbers, especially the second half of the Jellicle Ball in 1998. And then there's his quiet moments, especially the affection he shares with Munk while singing about their dad (omg the respect and affection he feels for both of them, coming from such a self-loving bastard it just ahhhhhh), and then after Deuteronomy comes back I just can't he's so sweet omg. Not to mention his whole relationship with Misto. Aside from the whole idolizing thing, which is adorable, he also is so supportive and encouraging. He just naturally bleeds confidence and good vibes, but he deliberately offers that confidence to Misto when he needs it. It's so beautiful and I'm gonna cry. I used to ship him with Bomba, but these days I hc them as friends with occasional benefits that like to place bets on how far interactions between Munk and Deme will go before one of them chickens out or gets awkward, and on which one will be the awkward chicken this time.

Wow I talked a lot about Tugger and he's only #10. Okay well, you folks ready to get controversial?

11) Macavity

I know I know, hear me out. I know most people interpret him as a total bastard with no redeeming qualities but like, I don't read him that way? Anyway I have complicated feelings about Mac but I'll get more into it in another post. As a character in the show I do really like him as a villain, I love his laugh, I love his "no look guys it's okay I brought him back see he's over there heheheh" gesture before he shows up in disguise, I love how show-boaty and "totally hyped for this" he is when he reveals himself, I love his "no wait please don't hurt me it's cool I'm leaving" gesture at Alonzo after the Jellicles start ganging up on him, he's just a blast of a character really, whether he's redemable or not.

12) Old Deuteronomy

Sweetest man you'll ever know. His compassion for the entire tribe is so sweet it hurts. He even feels love and understanding for Griz, and (futiley) tries to persuade the others to accept her, even subtley scolding them after the first "Memory" with his "Moments of Happiness." He loves his sons especially, and I adore every moment he interacts with either of them. He also can bring the sass, see his 'chin up' posture before Tugger bows to him, which I always read as them playfully teasing each other, or his little eye-roll when Munk gets a bit extra talking about the fire brigade. On that note, how into Munk's little play he is, even though it's going wrong. He keeps making encouraging gestures at Munk and reacting with surprise at the right moments (when Munk is looking at least lol). Anyway he's great moving on.

13) Jennyanydots

Jenny is that cool aunt that hangs out and has fun but also won't put up with your nonsense. She's so great I love her so much. She's honestly just a blast all the time I love her so much what can I say? I hc her as teaching Tumblebrutus how to sew. I don't know why.

14) Electra

Ah the "quiet" kitten. I read her as the tough tomboyish one of the girl kittens, and I hc her as sort of in training as a protector, and that's why she's more serious than the others. In 1998 she seems to look up to Munk, being the first to greet him before Gumbie Cat, and nuzzling him during Old Deuteronomy. 1998 Electra also has a lot of little adorable motions like licking her paws during Old Deuteronomy and retrieving the Peke paw from the middle of stage and than posing/playing with it during the Pekes and the Pollicles. I also love her freckles and her pink arm warmer. Massively underrated character.

15) Tumblebrutus

SPINNY. BALLET. BOI. Nuff said. But I'm gonna say more. He keeps up with Misto in ballet and exceeds Pounce in acrobatics, and as such is fascinating to watch. Also Brutus's struggle between his playful instincts and his desire to impress his elders is so adorable.

16) Admetus/George

First of all I first knew him as Admetus long long ago, and he will always be Admetus to me. Sorry. Second, omg this lovely, happy, wonderfully expressive boi. His face at literally any point in 1998 is such a gem.

17) Jemima

Speaking of great expressions, how bout Jemima? She's so cute and sweet! I love her whole deal of understanding Griz's pain and trying to get the rest of the tribe to understand. The only reason she's not higher up is because I somehow don't emotionally connect with her like I do some of the other kittens.

18) Coricopat

The more laid-back and playful half of the mystic twins. The twins in general are cool af, but Corico ranks higher for being more relatable.

19) Skimbleshanks

BUBBLY. TRAIN. DAD. Nuff said. Buttttt I'm gonna say more! Skimble is your best friend's dad that is always chaperoning on field trips but that's okay because he's actually pretty fun to be around most of the time. I love his cheerful expressions and his little jigs. His song is so much fun. And I love the relationship between him and Spara in 1998. More on that below

20) Asparagus

Okay so Spara is your other best friend's dad (or your best friend's other dad) who sometimes tries too hard to be cool and connect with the kids but that's okay because he's so nice and besides it's kind of adorable? What I find most adorable about Spara though is how hard he's crushing on Skimble. Like even if you hc them as already in a relationship, he really just can't get enough of Train Dad. Look at how Spara smiles at Skimble ALL THE DAMN TIME. He's practically blushing at multiple points during Skimble's song. And Skimble tends to gravitate towards Spara quite a bit, and omg that big grin he gives him during the line "sleeping car exprrrrreeesss!" I'm dead. In conclusion I need more Asparashanks content thank you for coming to my TED talk

21) Cassandra

I WANT to like Cassandra better than I do. I really really want to. But I feel like she's just so hard to get to know. I do enjoy her on stage, but as a character with backstory and motives she's a bit hard to work with. That being said she's by no means a flat character. I do hc her as one of the deputy protectors along with Alonzo, and more recently as part of the BFF power trio of her, Alonzo, and Munk, since Alonzo and much more subtley Munk are the only ones she shows any physical affection toward, aside from occasionally hanging out with T-brutus but we'll shelve that for now. I do really enjoy watching her though, she has some really interesting movements and expressions. And she does radiate a sort of "try me, I fucking dare you" vibe that I love a lot.

22) Tantomile

I have the same problem with Tanto that I do with Cass. I just don't feel like I know her very well. She is cool as a mystical psychic character, but that's part of what makes the twins in general cool. So far I haven't been able to connect to her as an individual without her brother, otherwise she would be much higher on this list. She's still cool though.

22) Plato

*Deep breath* okay. I don't dislike Plato. I just.. okay look out of the male kittens/young adults, he's my least favorite. He does have qualities that I really like, like how he's a shy reserved boy on the outside and a fiery passionate soul on the inside. That's cool. Also those intense expressions are pretty cool I guess. I guess I might have less positive feelings about him because everyone assumes Victoria's magically in love now because of the Pas de Deux even though they barely interact otherwise. Which is unfair of me to feel that way. I hc him as struggling with internalized anger and anxiety and having difficulty expressing himself.

23) Etcetera

I'll be honest, I used to find her annoying. This one's pretty much entirely on me, because she has a superficially similar demeanor to a girl that used to bully me in school. But since graduating Cety's grown on me a lot, not in small part due to her wonderful enthusiasm for literally everything. While less compelling to me than Pounce's quieter, more controlled flavor of energetic enthusiasm, her bouncy jubilance still makes me grin and giggle along with her, so that's a major plus.

24) Jellylorum

Jelly is your other cool aunt that worries too much about your safety but also has cool stories to tell and is always doing like art and stuff in her garage. I hc her as the tribe nurse. Would be higher if not for slight Karen-ness.

25) Gus

Only on stage for a short time but he shines. The way he starts out all helpless looking like he doesn't even know where he is and slowly blossoms into singing about his old days with enthusiasm, and then breaking down into tears. He's a great character for the scene that he's in, but unfortunately there's not a lot else to him, so he gets a low spot on the list

26) Grizabella

Oof. Okay so. I get it. She messed up. My hc is… well, complicated, but short version is she never planned on being a mom and has no idea how to be a mom, and so she just let Deut raise Munk and visited occasionally (ahem rarely), but she does end up later spending some time as his primary caregiver, and she fucks up royally, like massive neglect and mild emotional manipulation, and ends up emotionally damaging Munk more than if she'd left him alone. SO with this hc in mind, is she redemable? Idk. But the tribe forgave her so that's what matters. Do I feel sorry for her? Yes. Do I believe she honestly regrets her past actions? …kind of? Yes. Let's go with yes. Does any of this make her my favorite character? Not by a long shot. I have mixed feelings about Grizabella. I don't dislike her I just… don't know how to feel about her.

27) Bustopher Jones

Walking fat joke, but a pleasant walking fat joke. Wish we could have got to know him better than "that cultured fat guy all the toms want to impress." He's fun though. I love his expressions throughout his song, and that toodle-pip! is so adorable.

28) Exotica

Oh Exotica. Who even are you. We don't know you at all. I do like the moment in Old D's song when she's reaching from the outside of the crowd hoping to get to touch him, and he reaches out so she can, and immediately after touching him she drops her hand and backs away, which I read as shy fangirl overload flee the scene omg he touched me omgomgomg. So that was cute. Ummm. I wish she'd stop changing colors every three seconds so I could keep track of her. Other than that, I don't dislike her, I just don't know her well enough to like her.

Omg I made it to the end. Did I forget anybody? I don't think so... Phew, that was so hard! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! :)

#cats musical #long post #cats characters #i ain't tagging all of them #sorry #cats rankings

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commanders-sole-braincell · 4 years

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GIB FORD and/or his sister plez UmU

Bring forth Ford-The-Gourd!

Full Name:

Taihneford

Gender and Sexuality:

Nobinary Man and Pansexual

Pronouns:

He/Him, Them/They

Ethnicity/Species:

Sylvari

Birthplace and Birthdate:

The Grove 1325, on the 20th of the Pheonix (4/20 babey!) He’s a night bloom too (so technically he could be born at 6:09pm)

Guilty Pleasures:

Reading horrifically bad romance novels. Just seeing how far he can ride his griffon/skyscale AWAY from his problems (he comes back but oh the temptation). Having lazy days

Phobias:

Heights and caterpillars

What They Would Be Famous For:

Being the Commander, being a chimera, being the Commander’s sister in some AUS, and for being an iron-gut

What They Would Get Arrested For:

Being an idiot. Bad parenting

OC You Ship Them With:

Honestly anyone who catches my eye (aka my friends ocs have you seen them all just

I think @prismaticaurene‘s Alistair might have first dibs though, he kissed his cheek!

How ever will I marry off Ford now? He’s been sullied by a kiss, he’ll never be able to wear white (jk jk!)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them:

Lasairlugh… Canach… Rhosil… probably Enfy (defo Nura… Zojia probably has planned it multiple times)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

Romantic Comedy and Comedy - he’s a feel good kinda guy who 100% cries at the predictable ending

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:

“Hero gets the girl BECAUSE he’s the hero” He likes romance, he doesn’t like forced romance with no chemistry (alt. “the people fight over a girl and she has no say in the matter”)

Talents and/or Powers:

Aside from the typical Firebrand/Guardian package - he’s proficient in general fire magic - his flames look a little funky, but they’re very potent and always seem to a burn a little hotter than they should. Also pretty stronk and has the suitability of a cockroach

Why Someone Might Love Them:

He’s a big goofball tbh, a push over despite his size and generally pretty relaxed and charming. He adores people easily and is essentially a dog in sylvari form. He’s also pretty charming when he’s complimenting people, and lights up like a christmas tree at the slightest thing. Gives really warm hugs. He’s the type of person who’ll just hug you as you walk, and be a nice little heater, regardless of how close you are or who you are - a great big tree of a guy who’s got a dorky, snorty laugh but will drag you to the settee for a nap, or to see a cute kitten on the side of the road. 100% got in trouble before for saving an animal at an important event and walking in filthy

Why Someone Might Hate Them:

He’s a doormat, and lacks confidence in himself. The Commander persona draws people in, but Taihneford’s actual personality and quirks push them away. Like I’ve said 60 thousand times, he’s really emotionally stunted, so friendships, relationships and so forth are still new territory for him; so he can unintentionally stress people out by being overly meek or overly headstrong about things. Also, stubborn af - you don’t spend your Dream with Lasairlugh and not come out stubborn as an ox. Kinda a combo of all of that, but he’s also prone to some childish habits if he gets in the mind set, and will huff and puff if he’s grumpy enough. Also super melancholic and will not tell anyone why

How They Change:

Ford goes from someone who’s meek, but kinda pushed into this role as Commander, into someone actually quite bitter and resentful. He frequently grows frustrated with the role, but it’s all he’s known. He has no hobbies, and was honestly pretty depressed before Enfy and Dragon’s Watch strutted into his life.

As a sapling he was more shy, but kinda puffed himself up around the Firstborn to meet their expectations, and was downright cocky at times. He was still trying to process what happened with his sister, but kinda threw himself into this role, thinking maybe it was normal? Around Season 2 and HoT he started to develop some serious resentment over everything

He’s, at this point in the story, more confident, relaxed, but still holds some aggression and resentment for what he’s been through. He’ll likely always have self confidence issues from his saplinghood, but he’s learning to shove them a little deeper, which honestly isn’t probably good Ford my dude get help

He’s trying though

Why You Love Them:

MY FUCKIN BABY! Ford’s been with me since the start of HoT in many different forms, but he’s always been a character I felt drawn to, and now that he’s the Commander and my main? My dude I love this idiot! I honestly push a little bit more of myself into him than I did other characters, but got a nice balance of ‘I can comfortably explore what I’d do in universe without being disloyal to the character’ and also getting the chance to explore various themes that interest me about him (chimeraism babey!!!)

He was honestly the first time I went ‘okay I can’t TECHNICALLY make this is game, but how can I find a loop hole’ and man it’s real freeing! He’s honestly become a bit of a comfort character for me, and, while I get a little bit self conscious talking about him so much, THAT’S MY SOOOONNN!!!

and his better half is here

#Taihneford #Ford is 100% the person who just pines from a distance #talk to the person you like? Hell no he's not doing that #mytalikes #gets nervous talking botu ford too much vs the desire to talk about ford #this one came out the dream pre-traumatised

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 5 years

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Blake Belladonna

I actually enjoyed writing my post about Yang, her character and my journey of becoming fond of her so I figured I should make a similar post for my Best Girl Blake Bella-freaking-donna.

Look at this dork; barely a day into being a team and she’s already being a total goofball. “Emo and uncaring and no fun” my ass.

As I said in my last post, I didn’t watch the trailer so I didn’t meet Blake til her first introduction; destroying Miss Weiss Schnee. Immediately I latched onto her. Best Girl located: Initiate Operation: Protec Pretty Bow Girl. I’ve always had an issue with bullies and actually disliked Weiss immensely for her behaviour so Blake cutting her down to size? Yeah, I like this girl already.

Then we see her meet cute with Yang. She did not want anything to do with anyone else and I could relate. Later on we learn that this because of self-worth issues that I could relate to. But I enjoyed her snarking the hell out of Yang (“... yes it’s lovely. Almost as lovely as this book. That I will continue to read. As soon as you leave.”) which feels like an underrated moment to me. The first sign that Yang got of the feisty Blake we all know and love (or should).

I loved how playful she could be at moments. How she went along with Ruby and the gang’s antic (poor Weiss). I thought that it was cool that she respected Ruby’s leadership from the start. And how take charge she was with the White Fang, even if she did infuriate me with her not taking care of herself. But her partner had her back, thankfully.

I was disappointed that she didn’t go with Yang but she had fun and that’s all that matters.

We see how well she and Yang work together over the course of the first three volumes, how Yang was the first person that told her she was brave, even if she didn’t believe her. And who could forget the Yang vs Mercury situation, eh? And despite her fear, when Yang did something that Adam could never do, Blake made a decision: she chose to trust her.

Then we get to the Adam fight. This was the first time I saw Adam and instantly knew something was up. He was so patronising and manipulative sounding that I knew he was a colossal prick. The way her treated Blake made me, for the first time, genuinely want the beat up a fictional character. It hurt to see Blake in pain (in more ways than one) but she didn’t let that stop her; she bared her teeth at the source of all her pain and learned behaviours because of this wonderful girl.

I was shocked when she ran but I didn’t hate her for it. You could tell how much it hurt her to be away from the team. From Yang. Her “maybe it’s better for some people to be alone” line hit a little to close to home due to the fact that I eventually felt isolated in my own friend group in my second to last year of high school. I didn’t feel important and when I went stopped hanging out with them, I realised that it was like nothing changed. I didn’t matter to them, despite the fact that I cared for them a great deal. I wondered if it was my fault for being too quiet. I started to doubt if I truly deserved friends. After all, who’d want to be friends with a quiet girl who doesn’t drink and is happy to read and knit at home?!

I realise that that is not the case. High school changes people and we simply outgrew each other. I still deserve friendship. I just need to be patient and one day I’ll meet my people. Just like Blake. Watching her grow and watching myself grow (therapy helps, y’all) helped me realise that just because we’re more quiet, it doesn’t mean that we’re not worthy. We are. It just takes some time to see that.

She’s a caring daughter, a badass huntress and a devoted friend when she allows herself to care and be cared about. When she realises that she deserves love, she gives it back readily. And this something we see in vol 6.

She’s desperate to get back in Yang’s good books to the point that she falls back into appeasement behaviour; like she had no choice but to with Adam. But Yang, angel that she is, didn’t want that. She gently told Blake that helping her wasn’t necessarily and kindly reassured her. Of course, then see Blake’s still dealing with self-loathing with her bad luck comment (which is okay. Self-love doesn’t happen overnight. It’s a journey and she might have some setbacks but she’s willing to push through.) and how she responded to Yang walking away from her due to the Apathy affecting her. She’s seems disappointed in herself and I think we can all relate with communication failures.

Over the rest of vol 6, we see our bees start to get back some of that friendly banter. Of Blake back-pedalled the moment she made the stealth crack but how could Yang stay made at that face?

The Adam fight is where it really goes down. Both women are desperate to keep each other safe and I personally think that Blake ran towards Yang because she knows that she can’t do this on her own. Adam tried to get in Yang’s head but she held her own. She knows Blake. Knows why she does the things that she does. She wasn’t going to let Adam take that away from her.

The terror in Blake’s voice throughout the fight is heartbreaking but I am so proud of her for giving up. But the thing that hurt the most? Her desperate reassurances that Adam was wrong. When I heard that, what I actually heard was “please don’t believe him over me. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t make go. I can’t do this without you” and Yang immediately reassured her “I’m here, I’ve got you, I trust you, I believe you”.

Blake has grown so much. There’s a lot I skipped over in her development. She’s starting to really absorb the fact that she’s worthy of love. We know she’s got a lot to give, considering how touchy-feely she is; looking after Weiss, holding Yang’s hand and one of my fave moments from the episode: her actively seeking out and asking for comfort from Ruby.

Baby girl’s come a long way and I can’t wait to see her confidence and self-worth moving forward. She’s knows what she deserves and if she ever needs the reminder, she has her friends and her future Queen to remind her.

Blake is not selfish. She is not a coward. Adam had her convinced that she was and so she behaved as such. Now we get to see the assertive, brave and kickass young woman that Yang always saw. Yang may be my Golden Buddha but Blake is definitely Yang’s; she beneath clay Adam caked on and chipped away at it to reveal the gold underneath.

TL;DR:

Blake Belladonna, you, dear heart,

And so does anyone whoever may be reading this. Just like Blake, you’ll find your people ❤️💙🖤💛 and they’ll love you for you.

#bumbleby #RWBY #rwby spoilers #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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soulflamesketches · 5 years

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Almost a Mirror (Short Story)

Summary: A lone human crash survivor is found by a race of aliens known as the Kakoreans and brought in for recovery. They wake up under their care, cautious but curious of the room and world around them. The survivor is visited by the one that discovered them often. Over time, Elion grows on the human. Turns out Humans and Kakoreans aren't that different.

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Kakoro (Ka-Ko-rou) - Referring to the Planet.

Kakoreans (Ka-Ko-rou-ree-ins)- Species on the Planet Kakoro.

Elion (El-ee-on) - Character Name.

Serephant (Sarah-fant) - Referring to the Aquatic variety of Kakoreans.

Saharamph (Se-ha-ra-emph) - Referring to the Desert variety of Kakoreans.

Draykle (Dray-kel) - Referring to the Arctic variety of Kakoreans.

Wyrmtain (Worm-tain) - Referring to the Mountain variety of Kakoreans.

Alphein (Al-fein) - Referring to the Planetary capital of Kakoro

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The crash was a scattering of fragments in my head. A blur that I couldn’t focus on. The details in my memory resurfaced when ‘they’ found me. Now, here I am. Sitting on a comfortable bed, like the ones back in the hospitals of Earth. Perhaps a little bigger to accommodate the natives. The natives ‘here’ were far more common than a stray human being like me. This WHOLE event was not what I expected - maybe I watched too many alien movies as a kid.

You tell me: what do you predict would happen if aliens found you as the lone survivor? If you watched all those Hollywood movies, you might expect to be experimented on. Even probed. This would not be the case. These… aliens simply brought me ‘here,’ wherever ‘here’ is. ‘Kakoro’ was the name given to me, albeit hesitantly, when I enquired the whereabouts of my present location.

Knock! Knock!

A small shriek escaped my throat as I leapt into a sitting position. “Careful!” Yelled a voice from the entrance. Too late, the pain shot through me like the static shocks my brother used to attack me with as kids. He would rub his socks on the carpet, before proceeding to poke me with his finger, sending a zap of currents along my skin. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I even knocked this time!” Panicked the alien as she rushed over to me.

Oh yeah, that’s Elion. According to the doctor alien, she was the captain of the group that found me. She’s been visiting me ever since she brought me here. I’m still unsure of how to react while she’s with me. I’m still unsure of how to describe her, I’ve seen so many differences between them: Different types of scales, different appendages like wings and fins...

“I know, I know…” I growled with grit teeth, clenching my side. My grip slowly released when Elion placed her hands gently on my back and arm. The hand on my back rubbing in small circles. Just like Dad did whenever I scraped my knee, except I was tense here. “You better hope you didn’t pull your stitches,” Elion warned, lifting the fabric covering it to check.

All I could do was stare at her while she observed my wound. Most of her body was covered in small green and blue fish-like scales, all varied in their tone and shade. Pink skin emerged from the scales to make her underbelly and the bulk of her face. When I asked, they told me that she was part of the aquatic variants of the entire species. Hence why she had fin-like appendages on her back, hands and ears. Seeing Elion’s ‘unique’ features were hard to process - especially with high school biology classes failing to teach about alien life forms.

“Alright, you’re fine.” Elion’s voice broke my train of thought and my stare as I sheepishly looked away, silently hoping she didn’t notice my actions. “Sorry again.” She quickly added, her finned ears folding down like a hurt puppy. With a sigh, I placed a hand on her head, softly ruffling her short brown hair. “Stop apologising. I was in my own little world anyway,” I dismissed, offering her a small smile. She smiled in return, gently holding my wrist.

“Besides that little scare, how are you feeling?” She asked while letting go of my wrist, which I returned to rest upon my lap. “Alright, I guess? I still can’t get out of bed and I haven’t talked to anyone about the crash or my crew,” I tried to explain only to become jittery as I went. “I feel like I’m stuck - Which I am! I can only sit here! I don't have any input in the situation.” My head hung, my throat tightened while I frustratedly ranted to her.

“Give me a moment, I’ll be back, promise!” Elion said, dashing out of the room, the claws on her feet making small ‘tik tak’ sounds as she went.

Great, now I’m alone with my thoughts again. Another sigh left me as I shifted to lay down again, only for Elion to jump back into view with a dramatic exclamation of “I’m back!” before I could move an inch. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, to think that I was terrified of this goofball when I first saw her. Eli grinned, seeming proud of the results she got. “Look at this! She can laugh!” Her laughter joined my own at our exchange. It’s like we were old friends from Uni.

Seemingly floating by her side was a transparent tablet screen that most of the official personal carry with them. I can only assume the purpose of the tablets. Taking her place at my side again, the tablet moved smoothly as it followed her and came to rest in her field of vision, she swiped across the tablet screen to summon a keypad containing the letters of their language. “You mentioned you were with a company, do you know where they are? I can attempt to contact them.”

“Really? I thought only an official could handle that,” My eyebrows knitted together as I questioned her, but she only smiled smugly “Dear little human, I am an official!” Eli declared, “Now what sector?” She questioned again. She tapped the keys in rapid succession with my words, her small claws making a small tap noise, much like the claw on her feet before. A galactic map appeared on the screen, zooming into the sector she typed, more notes in their language appearing on the side.

“And... there they are. This is the right ship?” Eli grabbed the tablet from the air and held it out to me. How the hell was this thing floating before!? It’s heavy! The screen then displayed the U.S.S. Victoria, the docking station that brought us all here. “Yeah, that’s it.” A sense of relief washed over me, glad that they were still there. The crash must have sent them into a frenzy, probably about the paperwork involved rather than finding me. “Fantastic! I’ll take this to the main com and we can call them over!”

I smiled. This was all going smoothly, was their whole planet like this? Were the others like this? I certainly hope so. I haven’t had a fun talk with anyone since I started my job. Everyone was so laser-focused on the job like their chairs had sticks to go up their asses. But Eli was so loose like her job was just second nature to her.

“Get some rest, I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll even help you out of the bed, how does that sound?” Eli asked, wrapping her long arm around my shoulders. “Sounds like I’m an old lady who needs her walking stick,” I sighed, hitting her hand away when she reached up to pinch my cheek “You kinda do, squirt. I’ll see you tomorrow,” With that, she left my room. For once, I didn’t feel uncomfortable being in this room that was obviously too big for me. It felt like I fit right in for once…

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“Wakey, Wakey, sleepyhead” I heard a sing-song voice above me while I shifted under the warm sheets. After a few more moments of refusing to move, Eli sighed and started poking me in the shoulder. “Come on, I know you’re awake. I can hear your thoughts.”

Jesus, it was like being woken up for school by mum every morning. Wait, did she just say she could hear my thoughts? “Yes, I did. Now get up. Let’s get you ready!” Eli laughed, now patting my shoulder. I opened my eyes to look up at the excited Kakorean. “What’s with the wake-up call? What time is it?” I inquired as I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes clear of sleep.

“Uh, Earth time? About 9:30 in the morning.”

Well, at least it wasn't as early as I got up for work, which was 6 am every morning even if it was a weekend. We were barely given time off since we were stuck on the ship. Elion clapped her hands together before rubbing them together excitedly, like a villain from a James Bond movie. “Let’s get you dressed, I’m taking you out.”

“Wait, ‘out’? Where?” Fatigue seemed to disappear. Now, she had my attention and I was the excited puppy in the situation. Eli laughed again, ruffling my hair. “Outside! You’ve been in this room for too long. Time to explore!”

Eli proceeded to help me shift to the edge of the bed even though I didn’t need that much help. It wasn’t my legs that were injured. But it was the thought that counts, right? Well, apparently I was wrong, cause pain still shot through my side when I tried to walk. Thankfully Eli caught me whilst scolding me to be more careful.

“Can I get a wheelchair in here please?” Eli called out into the hallway. Said object was promptly brought over to her and I was placed onto the seat like a baby placed in its stroller. The seat size was not that much bigger than me, which was surprising.

After we both thanked the nurse, Eli guided the wheelchair out of the room. As we travelled through the hallways, I took in everything I could see. Mainly the people. Doctors, patients and visiting friends or family. The atmosphere was so warm, much warmer than the hospitals of Earth. I was hard to explain it as more than just that, but it felt like it deserved a Shakespeare length monologue to describe it.

Exiting the hospital, the light was initially blinding compared to the inside lights, I covered my eyes for a moment before peeking out again once my eyes had adjusted to the light. I sighed in content after I took in a breath of fresh air. “Don’t go falling asleep now, we’ve barely left the building,” Eli teased while she giggled.

“Welcome to Alphein. The capital of Kakoro.”

The city before me felt like the city of Melbourne in size, maybe it was even bigger, this planet is full of surprises after all. Some Kakoreans flew to their destination overhead while those without wings continued on the ground. “So some can fly and some can’t?” I asked curiously, looking over my shoulder to Eli as she pushed the wheelchair onto the path, joining the crowd.

“Yep. There are fours subspecies on our planet. After a continental divide millions of years ago, we had to evolve the different climates. Those lads flying overhead are most likely the Wyrmtains or the Mountain Kakorean. They evolved in the Hydran Peaks.” Eli pointed upwards to them as she explained.

Then she gestured to another winged Kakorean, but unlike the light-skinned Wyrmtain, this one had dark skin and sand coloured scales upon their skin. “They are a Saharamph, they evolved in the desert. The first Alpha was a Saharmph.” And she continued on like this about the last two subspecies.

The Draykle were the Arctic variety. They didn’t have wings or long ears, they were big and fluffy because they were built for the cold and often needed to trim when they had to spend some time in another region of the planet.

Last but not least were the Seraphant, or the Aquatics, just like Elion. Lean and strong to swim through the seas and a lot of fins.

“What’s an ‘Alpha’?” I raised an eyebrow. “A Leader. The leader of our species and our planet. There’s a long story behind the unification of our whole species and planet, it’s basically legend now.” Eli responded, her brown eyes nearly sparkling as she spoke. Like a child hearing their favourite bedtime story for the umpteenth time but was never tired of it. “I actually know the current Alpha. Deru’s a good friend of mine.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep! Now, enough about here. Tell me about the Earth. I’ve only been there once for a mission but that was in the ocean.” Eli stopped the wheelchair at a cafe table just before a beach. The view was beautiful. Sparkling crystal seawater trying to reach further and further up the coastline, but always stopping at the same point. Other Serephants young and old were playing on the beach or resting in the tidal water.

Eli sat on the seat across from me on the table, looking at me eager to hear what I had to say. “What do you want to hear about?” I asked, feeling like I was put on the spot. It was such a broad question that I didn’t know where to begin. “Anything, really. How about your childhood?” She suggested, trying to clarify what she was looking for.

I hummed, running a hand through my hair as I thought about my answer. “A typical day that I can recall would be during school holidays. My brother and I would just play outside for most of the day, only coming inside when mum told us to. Which was for food and then bed. I remember for lunch we had fish fingers a lot, mostly because it was the easiest thing to cook while also needing to watch us. Just put them in the oven to heat up,” I chuckled, remembering the laziness of mum in the past. I’d be the same though if I’m being honest.

“‘Fish Fingers’?” Eli tilted her head. “But Earth fish, from my research, do not have fingers. The only aquatic being with fingers on Earth is the…. Uh, the…. Damnit, what’s it called?” She tapped her temple lightly but furiously as she tried to find the word. She then snapped her fingers “Axolotl! That’s it!” She grinned, proud that she remembered the word.

Another chuckle escaped my throat while I took a moment to look over the scenery once more. The beaches were clean, without a spec of garbage. I wonder what the reefs were like under the waves, maybe it was like the Great Barrier Reef back home. Probably much more gorgeous ever since the reef started to decay a few years back. Maybe Earth could have been like this planet if we weren’t so careless.

Returning to Eli, I explained “They weren’t actual fingers, Li. They were called that because of their shape. They were just made of fish. Different types depending on the brand you got.” The kakorean nodded, acknowledging everything she was hearing. Her smile widened and she giggled to herself. “What is it?” I inquired, raising a brow at the alien.

“If they’re made out of fish, can I turn my brothers into fish fingers?” Eli leant against the table, nearly doubled over in laughter. I covered my mouth, trying to hold in the laughter that Elion wasn’t even trying to. Reminds me of the time I wished my brother was chop liver when he was an annoying tyke. “Does that make you the third fish finger then?” I teased with a smirk. Eli looked at me with feigned offence, a hand placed over her chest as if she was holding her heart.

Then, as if on cue, a scaly arm wrapped around Eli’s head, catching the female in a headlock while she struggled, trying to push the face of her assailant away. “Hey, sis! This the human you were talking about?” The aquatic male had a similar scale pattern to Elion, similar short brown hair and brown eyes. Must be one of the brothers she mentioned.

“Remi! Let go of me! Or I swear on the Alpha’s name, I will--” Eli was snapping at the male while still trying to shove away. But I was pulled from listening by a tap on my shoulder. On my other side was another aquatic male, but he looked just like the other one that was bothering Eli.

“Hello! I’m Tate, it’s lovely to meet you,” He held out his finned hand for a handshake, which I shook as I introduced myself in return. “We heard that she was taking for a walk and we just had to come by!” He grinned the same toothy grin as Eli. They like cheeky buggers, just like my own brother.

Tate and I looked back at Remi and Eli as they continued to squabble. Being out here felt like a day out with friends. I haven’t had that in a long time. These fish fingers made me feel like this was home. I could stay here forever...

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“Tell me if you’re in pain, cause I’ll stop right away and let you rest-”

“Eli! I’m fine, just don’t let go of me please,”

“Only if you promise not to be too sweaty, we wouldn’t want you to slip,” The Aquatic Kakorean smirked, holding my hands securely as I gripped her scaled hands in return. “Oh, shut up!” We laughed as she slowly pulled me up from the bed. I was on my own two feet again, back in my uniform once again. They were waiting outside, it was time to leave Kakoro. But part of me didn’t want to. In the days after contacting the ship, Eli took me out of my room and taught me about the planet.

I met many people here, from all corners of the planet. Other Aquatics, Desert, Mountain and Arctic Kakoreans - or Serephant, Saharamph, Draykle and Wyrmtain as Eli explained. It was just like Earth’s nationalities. I’m glad Eli was the one to find me.

“Alright I’m steady,” I stated, but I still held onto Eli’s hand as she walked me out of the hospital. Doctors nodded and smiled as we passed them which I returned no problem. Exiting the building, a shuttle was positioned among the Kakorean ships nearby. Human officers standing alongside Kakoreans, stiffly standing by with them. They looked just as uncomfortable as I was when I first got in. “Officer, thank god you’re alright!” Peggy smiled when she saw me, stepping forward to hug me, but stopped when she looked up at Eli. Noticing her gaze, Eli let go of my hand and nudged me forward.

Peggy then hugged me tightly, I returned the embrace, but my focus was on Eli. Her knitted brows and lowered ears. “Come now, officer. Let’s get you home” My higher-ups ordered, the rest of the group returning to the ship. “One-second sir,” I said, turning to my friend. She was still looking away, the male Arctic Kakorean next to her - Named Dante - rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. I hugged her, catching her off guard. “What… what are you doing?” She stuttered, a pink hue dusting her cheeks.

“Saying goodbye to my friend,” I muttered, giving her a gentle squeeze as I rested my head on her chest. The soft beating of her heart next to my ear. Eli returned the embrace just as tightly, nuzzling her face into my hair.

“You should come to visit sometime, my friends on Earth would love you,” I told, certainty in my voice as I stepped out of the embrace on my way to the ship to join my species. Eli’s ears bent down sheepishly as she scratched her cheek “I doubt I’d fit in, squirt.” She smiled sadly, raising her hand to wave at me. I grinned as I spoke my next words, also said with certainty. It caused her brown eyes to widen, surprised at my words before she smiled softly in return. They glistened with what appeared to be tears.

“Trust me, Fish Fingers! You’d fit right in!”

#Original short story #original story #original female character #unnamed female character #Kakoreans #Ejderhalar #Original content #Kakoro #human lone survivor #human female character #female alien character #alien/human friendship #empathy #not so short story #i tried to make it short #really didn't work

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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Not Alone Here”

Title: Not Alone Here Characters: Clementine, Gabe, AJ Summary: Where Gabe is at the Boarding School, he comforts Clementine one night after a nightmare. Author's Note: okay wow this turned out way better than I thought it would omg Requested By: Anonymous support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

It had been years since that night in the meat locker, but it still shook Clementine to the bone.

Gabe had always known that, even though she didn’t go into details.

It wasn’t uncommon for Clementine to appear at Gabe’s door in the middle of the night while they were in Richmond. They would sit on their building’s roof, looking at the stars. Even in the middle of the summer he could feel Clementine as she’d jitter beside him. He knew it was from nerves, but she never disclosed what happened to prompt them. She would only ever knock on his door to say she had ‘a lot on her mind.’ She’d never explain that it was a nightmare that kept her awake. She’d only ever said it was her thoughts.

Gabe never questioned her sudden appearances. He never wanted to force her into talking. If she wanted to talk, she knew he was there. Hell, that was why she came to him to begin with on nights like those, even if it was just so she could have company to come down from her panic.

He’d always been curious at what had scared her, especially at what had scared her so often. He’d just never vocalized it.

As time passed, as the two grew, and as Richmond became more and more populated, more issues began to arise. Clementine, Gabe, and AJ had retreated. They’d been separated from Javi and Kate after an uproar, and hadn’t heard from them since.

But since they’d joined the Ericson team, Clementine had been waking up in the middle of the night a lot more. Luckily for her, she was fairly good at keeping her nightmares a secret from Gabe. Him and AJ both.

She wasn’t sure what prompted them to appear more frequently. She wanted to pin it on the fact that it was, yet again, a new group of people she’d poured trust into. It was another new place, with new people, and new enemies and threats she hadn’t known existed.

It seemed as if everyday they lived, every day that things changed, everything became more grim. Everything got darker and scarier. What got to her the most was that every day was another day closer to the one where she finally died. The day when she could become one of them.

Everyday she came closer to being in Larry’s position.

Clementine had been rattled by a nightmare the night before and had been making her way through the day with only an hour of sleep under her belt. After being rattled awake, she didn’t want to fall back asleep. Not if that was what she was going to see if she tried.

All day she’d been exhausted. That was the sixth day in a row she’d been rattled by the same dream and abandoned sleep all together, and slowly her lack of self-care was starting to get to her.

She’d been wandering around as if she was already a member of the dead — vaguely, half-there, and with a vacant grey haze cast over her eyes. It hit her the worst after dinner that day when her belly was full, and the sky was growing dark, and all the day’s work began catching up to her.

“Clem?”

She’d been staring off absentmindedly in a random direction. She was supposed to be taking inventory of the greenhouse, but with the clipboard dangling meaningless by her side and her gaze blurred and vaguely focused on a nearby tree, they both knew Clementine wasn’t getting much done. “Yeah?” She breathed after a beat, letting the lag in her brain catch up with their conversation.

Gabe pressed the corner of his lips together. From what he could see, it looked like a curtain had been cast over her. “How’s inventory going?”

Another beat for her to catch up, then she gave a low, eerie chuckle. “Slowly,”

“I can see that.”

Clementine shot him a playful glare, displaying just how haggard she looked. The blankness in her stare, the slouch in her shoulders, the speed of her drawl. What happened to her? What changed her? This seemed like a broken, cracked shell of the woman Gabe used to know — her interior hollowed out and eerie.

When he looked into her eyes, it didn’t seem like anything was there. His Clementine definitely wasn’t.

He watched her for a beat, watching the way her eyes dragged against the inventory slots like slugs on a dry rock — painfully and begrudgingly. It was extremely apparent to Gabe that Clem wasn’t in a position to do her job with whatever was wrong with her. He knew that she wasn’t going to tell him if he asked, though. She only ever came to him on her own terms. If he started pestering her for answers? It would take even longer than if he’d just left it alone.

Normally, Clementine was thankful for Gabe backing off. But as she checked off 6 bags of fertilizer onto her clipboard and heard the faint crunching of his boots wandering away, she wished he would come back. She wished she could feel the care in his gaze on her skin again. She felt safe under his gaze. After all, it was why she had turned to him every night she’d had a nightmare in Richmond.

But now, it was different from it was in Richmond. It wasn’t the occasional nightmare that she was too embarrassed to share, it was a deterrent to her life. It was a torture that didn't leave her terrified for a few hours, but for days. That left her terrified constantly.

She was too tired to bother keeping it hidden. She was too terrified to keep it hidden.

She needed help. She needed Gabe. She needed the comfort he provided her with. She needed him.

Somehow, she trudged through the rest of her task. Her mind was slow, and often dreamed about how badly she couldn’t wait to lie her head down, but every time her head drooped and her eyes shut, she snapped back to reality.

That image was always behind her eyelids. It was painted there as a permanent reminder.

The moment she finished, heading inside to pass the clipboard off to Marlon, AJ trotted up to her heels. “Clem?”

Clementine wanted to groan, but didn’t. It wasn’t AJ’s fault she hardly had the energy to talk. It wasn’t his fault her tongue was half-asleep. “What’s up, goofball?” She asked, turning herself carefully.

AJ stared at her face for a beat before speaking. She couldn’t blame him. She probably looked like a ghost. “Can I sleep in Tenn’s room tonight?” He finally asked.

Clementine could feel a snap in her brain, a light switch going off, and she stood upright. Suddenly, she felt more awake. “Why?”

“He has some art stuff he wants to show me.” AJ said, shrugging. “He says he wants to have a ‘sleepover’? He used to have them all the time before the monsters came.”

Clementine used to do the same thing. “Of course you can, AJ.” She hummed, reminiscing. “You can move your stuff over whenever you’re ready.”

AJ beamed, and Clementine felt a rush of peace — one she hadn’t felt since Gabe left earlier in the day. It reminded her of before walkers had arrived — when she used to have sleepovers.

AJ brought her peace. He was the calm to her storm — the one who centred her when she fell too deep into herself. Gabe too.

Gabe.

Turning, remembering where her sudden burst of energy came from, she snapped herself out of her thoughts and scoured the front of Ericson’s yard. With her no longer worried about AJ witnessing her terror, maybe she could actually get a decent sleep that night.

And maybe Gabe could help her.

She darted down the stairs and across the courtyard, scavenging for wherever Gabe had wandered off to. She knew that he had chores that day — they all did — and all she needed to do was figure out which one he had.

Darting around the backside of the school, she spotted Gabe plucking arrows off of their target practice area. He huffed as he tugged each one out, delicately sliding it into the bag propped against his hip.

Marlon gave Gabe a labour-intensive job? Why?

“Gabe,” Clementine called breathlessly. She hadn’t realized how quickly she’d been darting around the lot until she’d arrived. Seeing as she was operating under very little sleep, running around the lot used up the last of the energy she didn’t have, and she could feel the exhaustion in every inch of her body.

Turning, settling his gaze on her, Gabe tensed and abandoned the task at hand. The arrows clattered to the ground, but his gaze was entirely focused on her. “Clem? Clem, what’s going on?”

Clem panted, but it slowed feeling his palms grip at her shoulders. His stare settled into hers, and she felt that familiar rush of warmth and peace. “Can you stay in my room tonight?” She finally managed.

Gabe blinked once, and Clementine could swear through her sleepy gaze and the looming darkness, his ears and neck turned pink. “If you want me to, yeah.” He wheezed out.

Clementine only nodded.

She needed to feel that rush of peace all night. She needed her peace to be across the room from her, lulling her into safety.

They tried to make the transition as secretive as possible. When the Ericson kids had abandoned the halls — either outside or asleep — Gabe grabbed his pillow and blanket and tugged it into Clem’s room.

Gabe wanted to ask why. He wanted to ask why she so suddenly wanted him there by her side, but also feared that she would shut down, or turn him away, or, even worse, kick him out.

He decided not to bother.

Gabe settled his things out on AJ’s bed and watched as Clementine collapsed onto hers. Given the way her body sagged into the mattress, and the way her eyes fell shut as if they’d been barely holding themselves open, Gabe could tell she was exhausted. Every day she seemed to get more so.

But why?

The questions that rattled through him were endless. Why did she want him to stay with him? Why did she rush to him so quickly to ask? Why did she always look exhausted? And if she was always exhausted, then why was she able to fall asleep with such ease?

Gabe closed his eyes drearily. Clementine was a walking mystery.

He didn’t sleep, however. The questions, the worry, the constant glancing to Clem’s bed to see how she was doing, it never stopped. How could he bring himself to sleep when he was so paranoid? When these days she seemed worse off and stranger more so than ever?

But then, there was a gasp.

Snapping to his side, only an hour after they’d slipped into bed, Gabe watched Clementine’s figure shoot up. Her lungs heaved and wheezed, as if struggling to get the air in and out. Her body heaved forward, and she leaned off the side of the bed as to not slam her skull into her upper bunk. Her head crashed into her hands, and her body swayed over the edge.

Gabe didn't think twice. He shot out of bed and threw himself at her.

“Clem? Clem, please. It’s me. It’s Gabe.” When he crashed down on his knees kneeling before her, she didn’t react. Her breathing continued to heave, her body continued to jolt, as if trying to physically shove the air into her body. It wasn’t until Gabe’s hands settled on her shoulders, his body curling closer to her, did she crash back into reality.

Her head snapped up. She half-expected to see Lee before her rolling her into her hug, cooing her crying form, assuring he that everything was alright, that she ‘needed to be strong.’ But there instead sat Gabe.

She wasn’t in that meat locker. The walls weren’t getting tighter. There wasn’t blood splattered all over the floor. Lily wasn’t screaming and the smell of death wasn’t looming.

She was here. She was with Gabe.

She could breathe.

Her next breath slipped out smoother than the last, her throat relaxing and the rush of cool slipping down her throat. That rush of peace and warmth returned. Her throat was open, she could breathe, and reality, gradually, slipped back into her.

And immediately, the second she could garner her strength, she threw herself into Gabe.

With his arms propped on her shoulders, she slipped into his grasp perfectly. The moment her head slipped into his neck it felt like there was a click — like she’d found the position she was to call home. “Gabe,” she whined.

He placed a hand on the back of her head, adapting to her shift and coiling his arms around her. She was cold and stiff, as if her body had been lifeless. Her breathing was shaky and raspy, and Gabe could feel her throat quiver against his shoulder when she inhaled. It only made him hold her tighter. “Clem, it’s okay. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

“It was the meat locker.”

Gabe didn’t physically react to the statement, but he could feel his brain seize. She’d told him about it only once, and it was when they were back in Richmond. She’d left the kitchen in a hurry after offering to help Javi with dinner. He asked her to check the kitchen’s freezer which they’d converted into a storage unit, and immediately she’d bristled and scurried out the door.

Gabe had gone after her. Jittery, still reeling from the emotional jolt the freezer had given her, she rambled out the story.

It was only from her brief retelling, and noting the way she refused to go near the kitchen for the rest of that week, did Gabe see just how painful the memory was for her. He never asked for further clarification. Frankly, he didn’t want anything more.

“He crushed him. He crushed his head with a salt lick to keep him from turning.”

Remembering the way she’d said that, the way her eyes quivered, her throat bobbed, her bones rattled under her skin, he never wanted her to retell the story again. It shook her to her core even years later.

“It was that again,” she wailed into him.

Gabe held her tighter, and let the pieces click.

This was what was happening. This is why she’d changed. The story he’d wished for her to never think of again, she had been reliving night after night. That one night was the nightmare she’d been reliving for ages.

He squeezed her tighter, releasing his nervous tension. He could feel her fingers claw and grip at the back of his shirt. “You’re okay Clem,” he breathed, pressing his lips to the side of her face, just below her cap. “You’re here, you’re not there. That won’t happen to you again. I won’t let it.”

She rattled in his grasp no matter how tightly he held her. It shattered him to see how long she’d been struggling and suffering in silence. His fingers brushed at the back of her neck and rolled over her hair. His other arm rubbed her back and arm, cooing her back to reality, reminding her that she was held, and safe, and in the grasp of someone who would never let harm come to her.

Securing his arms around the base of her back, Gabe carefully pulled her to her feet, sliding his hands to under her arms once they were standing. Before she could move her head, his hand lifted to the nape of her neck, keeping her in place.

They stood there for a moment, him feeling the warmth of her breath on her neck and her relishing in the proximity.

“Gabe?” She finally breathed.

“You don’t need to move,” he hushed, just barely above a whisper. “I’ll keep you safe. Stay close to me.” Gabe could feel a gentle quiver in her inhale.

Gingerly once more, he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to his bed. As he guided her down, her face slipping away from him, he could see her hands waver in his direction, hesitant to release for even a moment.

The moment he sat down beside her, rolling himself into a comfortable position, she latched onto him tighter than before.

“Will you stay close?” She hushed as he turned to face her, wanting to get a better look at the golden gaze that had been so delicately tucked into his neck.

He stared at her silently, not contemplating his answer, just relishing in her. Clementine, and the strength that laid beneath her gaze. There was fear, but there was survival. Perseverance. A woman who didn’t let her torture stop her from being compassionate, and trusting, and nurturing.

He saw his world. His home. His peace.

Gabe nodded against his pillow, watching the way her eyes shifted and swam as he did so. “Always.” He hushed back.

The last time she left the safety of his neck was as he was guiding her down. After that, she remained wound tightly in his grasp, relishing in his warmth, tucked perfectly into his arms and chest.

Finally, she felt safe.

Finally, she could breathe.

And finally, with Gabe, she could sleep again.

She could live again. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

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haosvteen · 6 years

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model!mingyu

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kim mingyu

the most well known model in the world he’d been in ad campaigns for the likes of gucci, balenciaga, and ralph lauren, among many others

not to mention the numerous magazine covers he’s done

some would even call him the most recognizable man in the world, becoming a household name due to his face being almost everywhere you look

unfortunately, the press liked to create an image of him being a diva

they’d report that he constantly threw fits on set and was just a nightmare to work with

but you knew differently

being mingyu’s assistant, you knew better than the press

he was just a big goofball

you can’t count the amount of times he’s asked you to go get him coffee and when you gave it to him, he tripped over his own two feet and dropped it

he’d apologize profusely to everyone on set, insisting that he clean the mess up himself

you couldn’t understand how anyone could say negative things about someone like mingyu

maybe it was because of the intimidating stare he give the camera which would later be plastered all over billboards, news stands, and televisions around the world

but you knew him better than all of the news outlets and people that admire him from social media

you were with him basically all day, every day

you saw him happy, sad, angry, and even in that overly sleepy mood where everything is funny

you knew he had a soft side too

one day you were in the worst mood while at a shoot

you’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, woke up late so you had basically no time to get ready, and head was pounding

mingyu noticed that you seemed kind of off, so he told you to take a few hours to yourself

that he could handle himself for a bit

you took some medicine for your headache and had a short nap on the couch in his dressing room

when you woke up, you were feeling much better

but right when you walked out to the set, mingyu ran up to you even though he was right in the middle of modeling

“i’m really sorry i tried taking all of the calls and scheduling some things but i think i messed it up and i don’t know what to do” he blurted out

you gave him a reassuring look and told him to get back to work, you’d handle it

after fixing the scheduling mistakes, the day was over and you were so excited to go home

just as you were about to collapse on your bed, there was a knock at your apartment door

you groaned and slowly made your way to the door

when you opened it, there was no one there

but there was a bouquet of flowers set on the welcome mat

you were confused at first, but then you read the small card attached

“y/n- i could tell you were having a rough day. i’m sorry for messing up the scheduling. i couldn’t do this without you. thank you. -mingyu”

you smiled to yourself and brought the flowers into you apartment and put them in the middle of your dining table

he did things like this often

bring you little gifts, telling you that they reminded him of you

or deciding to have lunch at your favorite place, even though he didn’t like it that much, because he wanted to treat you

so you knew better than the media and it made you sad when he read what people said about him online because you could tell he was hurt, even though he tried his hardest not to show it

you were sitting in a chair at mingyu’s current shoot, going through emails and making changes to his schedule when you got a call from his agent

“hello?” you answered

“hey y/n, what does mingyu have lined up for tonight?” they ask you

you scroll on the calendar on your computer to double check, “nothing, he’s free after 4:00”

“good, pencil in that he’ll be attending a gala tonight at 8:00”

you hesitated for a moment

you knew mingyu was looking forward to just spending a night in

he even talked to you about how he was going to order food from all his favorite places and get caught up on some of the shows he’d been watching

after debating in your head, you sighed, “okay, i’ll tell the stylists to be at his place at 6:00” and you hung up the phone

mingyu came over and sat next to you at the table

“who was on the phone?” he asked as he was unboxing the lunch you got for him

“your agent” you said with an apologetic tone he rolled his eyes and sulked in his chair

“it’s some sort of gala this time…” you said, being met with silence from the boy

“but, hey, i’m sure it’ll be fun! maybe…” you said trying to be hopeful

he looked at you with the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen, a piece of lettuce hanging out of his mouth

you giggled at him, “plus, i’m sure they’ll have some kind of good food there” trying to lift his mood

you sat in silence for a little bit while he was eating is lunch and you were looking at the calendar for the next few days

“why don’t you just come with me?” he said out of the blue

“huh?” you responded

“yeah, why don’t you come with me? you know i hate going to these things alone,” he said, scooting his chair closer to you

you just laughed at him there was no way you were going to go to a gala

you didn’t even have the proper attire

as if he knew exactly what you were thinking he said, “i’ll buy you an outfit”

now it was your turn to roll your eyes

“you don’t have to buy me anything because i’m not going” you responded, picking up your things, making your way towards the dressing room

mingyu started following you like a lost puppy saying “please” about five million times

eventually you turned around, “okay fine! i’ll go! but nothing too fancy, i don’t want to stand out. just something simple”

“yesss! thank you so much” he said and planted a kiss on your cheek

you froze in your tracks

as he walked away he shouted, “you won’t regret it!”

even though the tall boy had left the room, you were still in shock

yes, you and mingyu were close

you spent every day together basically

but he’d never done….that before

i mean, of course you were attracted to him

everyone was, he’s kim mingyu

but there’s no way he’d see you in that way when he could get literally any person in the world

you shook your head to rid your mind of these thoughts and tried to get back to your work

even though you had to suppress your blush for the rest of the shoot

later that evening you arrived at mingyu’s apartment to help prepare him for the gala

stylists were already there working on his hair when you walked in

“oh, hey y/n!” he said, getting up out of the chair to hug you, much to the annoyance of the stylist

before you had the chance to even have a conversation with him, you were whisked away into another room by two more stylists

you didn’t know you’d actually have people doing your hair and makeup for this thing

you thought you’d just put on an outfit and show up

but that was dumb of you to think when you were arriving with model kim mingyu

after about an hour of your hair being tugged and half a bottle of hairspray used on your head, you finally got to put the outfit on

and, boy, mingyu sure did know you well

it was simple and black, with a few lace details throughout

once you had finished putting everything on, you looked at yourself in the mirror

you’d never seen yourself this dressed up before

mingyu definitely hadn’t either

when you walked out into the living room, all you heard was a small, “woah”

you looked up to see mingyu standing with his jaw hanging and eyes wide

“what?” you questioned

he just stood there looking at you

“i, uh, nothing. you look really great,” he said, coming back to his senses

“come on, goof. the car is here” you laughed walking towards the door

sitting in the car on the way there, you started to get nervous

this was all kind of thrown at you at once

why were you doing this?

you hadn’t even thought this through

you weren’t “gala” material??

what made you think you’d be suited for this??

mingyu

you’re doing this for him

and looking at him next to you in the car made you feel more comfortable

soon enough you were at the event

when you stepped out of the car there were immediately flashing lights in your face and people yelling

you looked around frantically for mingyu

when you felt an arm snake around your waist looking up, you were relieved to see it was him

he quickly guided in through the doors, but before the doors shut you heard people yelling, “mingyu, are you two dating??”

you shrugged it off, telling yourself that you’d have a great time at the gala

and you did

being with mingyu was fun

it wasn’t as boring as you thought it was going to be

he’d make silly faces at you during some of the speeches among other antics

but you couldn’t help notice the whispers and abundance of eyes on you two throughout the entire night

after socializing for a little bit, you both got in the car to go back to your apartments

the car pulled up to yours first and mingyu got out to walk you up

“hopefully tonight wasn’t too terrible” he said

you shook your head, “it wasn’t bad at all…and what did i tell you? that food was good”

he laughed looking down at his shoes

you did the same

breaking the silence you said, “did you hear what some of the paparazzi were saying?…that they think we’re dating or something crazy like that?”

“is it really that crazy, though?” mingyu asked, looking up at you

you were at a loss for words

you didn’t know what to say to that

of course you had feelings for him, but you had no clue where this was going

he continued, “i mean, it wouldn’t be that crazy for us to…ya know”

“would you…want to? date me, i guess?” you asked having a spark of courage

shifting his weight from one foot to the other (a nervous habit of his), “i’d be lying if i said i never thought about it before…i’ve thought about it a lot, actually”

you felt your face begin to heat up

“so, yes,” he said. “yes, i’d want to date you”

a smile slowly started to form on your face

you wrapped your arms around his neck and said, “why don’t you try properly kissing me this time”

he laughed at you and started to lean in

seconds later, you were the happiest girl in the world

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Midnight Trick and Treat

“This is the perfect chance to take all those snacks,” Olive said with such glee that I had to glance over to make sure they didn't hear her. Evia hushed her before she could let out another booming cry of desire. Olives ears quickly perked down, a pout was on her face from being hushed. I watched as Evia rolled her eyes but gave a quick lick to her ears. The fur on Olive's cheeks somehow turned a rosy red from blushing. But her ears perked back up, a wolfy grin was on her face again.

I held in a groan. This was was not a good plan. We were hidden between the grass, its long blades kept both me and Olive hidden but Evias horns poked through when she shifted her weight. Looking back at the ground I watched as they chatted between one another. I noticed a pattern as one would move their mouths and the others would laugh not long after. Olive followed my gaze but her eyes were stuck on the unguarded bags of treats.

A devilish grin formed on Olives face, ”We gotta get those treats. Ill split all the bags with you two.” she said.

“I dunno Olive, It doesn't sound like a very good-” I stopped when I looked back over at Olive. A grin was placed on her mouth while her eyes tarted between me and the treats. I nearly shivered when I looked at Evia. Half her face was hidden behind Olives but I could see her eyes narrowed dangerously at me with a scowl. When our eyes met she started to mouth something to me. I stared at her mouth, what is she trying to say to me-..Oh. Her claws began to tap the ground impatiently.

I laughed softly, ”Oh god Olive, I knew leaving all the ideas to you was just a fantastic idea! Nothing will go wrong!” I said with the biggest, fakest smile I could muster. You couldn't blame me for lying. You really couldn't when you were stuck between pleasing a giant warrior and a tiny dog who could make you regret anything if you upset her.

“S-so what's our plan?” I asked, the tapping stopped. I held back a sigh of relief at least one of them is pleased with my answer.

“Oh it's pretty simple, we're gonna sneak up right up to them and they won't even notice a thing! It's gonna be great!”

Oh my god, we're going to die. Were so dead. Dead,dead,dead. She's going to get us killed! I laughed nervously. Maybe I can eat a few candies before they catch us. Yeah, that sounds less bad than dying on an empty stomach I thought. The panic I was feeling felt less bad when I thought of this.

“Well, we better get this over and done with! I'm just DYING to get all that candy.”

Olive must have agreed with me because her face lit up but quickly disappeared in the mass of grass as she crawled away.

Evia smirked at me, ”If all hell breaks loose and I have to choose one of you, I'm choosing Olive.” her smirk widened when my eyes grew in size with my mouth agape. She quickly slithered after Olive. I stayed where I was for a moment before following suit. The grassed softly brushed my sides as I crawled through slowly. When I lost sight of Evia I peeked my head out to see a large white wolf sitting on a bench. I tilted my head as a bag of candy was right under them. They were distracted by the messages on their phone. I peered at the candy and nearly sighed in relief. The wire was under their leg to keep it from falling which meant one less person after us during the run.

I quickly hid back into the safety of the grass and proceeded to follow the scent of both Evia and Olive. My ears tilted towards the left at the sound of rushing water. I suddenly felt thirsty but pushed on. I spent a few seconds crawling before stopping. Evia was facing me and when she saw me she pushed me past her. When I was right next to Olive she stopped, I glanced around than stared at Olive puzzled.

Her eyes moved to the area ahead of us, I followed her gaze than wished I had made them both upset. The group was right in front of us, each one chatting away as their bags laid helplessly on the bench closest to them. I looked back at Olive who looked at me expectantly. I quickly looked away so she wouldn't see my panicked expression.

I slowly began to crawl forward and paused when one of them shifted more than 60 degrees. When I made it to the bench safely, I observed the bags, each had different animals which held the candies inside. I slowly moved my head forward, grabbing of the largest bag which Evia helped me put down. Once it was released she had a firm hold on the end. I then grabbed ahold of two sets of strings, I pulled softly until the bags were softly nestled on the ground. Olive reached forward, bit onto the wires and held them in her mouth like Evia.

I glanced at the last bag, it's pumpkin eyes staring intently at me. I gulped nervously. I

slowly took a step forward with my head outward to bite the string. With a snap, the twig underneath my claws broke in half. Any conversation that the group had halted, they all turned towards me all at once to see the source of the noise.

I smiled nervously, ”Hello! My name is Sona. It's nice to meet all of you-” I paused when Olive and Evia made a run for it. The group let out shocked cries looking between me and the runaways. I bit into the wire and made a dash for it. The sounds of feet stomping and yelling were right behind me. This is all Olives fault.

Birthday gift for @Spoopy-snek

Don't kill me pls

So For your bday, I decided to draw a group picture that involves your friends. Side note I'm sorry if I forgot anyone. I tried finding everyone and drawing them but again I'm sorry if I forgot anyone.;n; But If I did miss any close friend go ahead and comment saying that you were forgotten so when I do something big like this again I can add all her friends.

Happy Birthday old lady!!!! I hope you have a fantastic bday and get to celebrate it, friends and family. DONT DO DRUGS. Drugs are restricted on your bday and I will steal all dem drugs for myself >: ) BUt ANyway… Happy birthday to my closest buddy! <33333 You mean so much to me and always got to use your bday as a way to spoil you with love and art cuz you deserve it!!! Even tho you're a major butthead but two can play with fire!!! I really hope you have a fantastic day!! you so much. I'm so thankful to have met you and I can't believe we've been friends for 6 years???!!! Wow, time really flies I can't believe we're so old now. You meet me when I was basically a smol gorl. Like much wow were both getting so freaking old. (as my lollipop decides that falling is a better idea than living,,,) But again I'm so freaking thankful we're friends, you've been there for me for so long and I can't thank you enough for sticking with my ugly butt. You helped me through much whether it be mentally or with anything. You've been there for me and when I get money I'm gonna try to repay you for everything that you've helped me through with gifts. You're my closest friend Olivia and without you, I would be in a different place. I doubt I would be the same if it weren't for you. You always had my back no matter once. Every time I lost someone close to me whether it be family or relationship wise you've helped me stay strong and keep going. Honestly ilu so much you big softy and I'm so sorry we don't hang out enough. I really want to return the favor and help you in any way I can because you're my best friend Olivia. Were both total nerds and goofballs who love videos games way to much and basically kill our characters lmao. I can't wait to spend the rest of our life as besties. We need to seriously meet in person tho. We have been friends for so long but I only ever see you through your photos. We have to meet eventually because your my best friend and we've been through thick and thin together. If we don't meet I'm sending the squirrel after you!!!! I'm so glad we have each other even if we lost all our other friends through time even tho I miss them, I can't wait to spend our time together through hell and heaven. We're gonna kick life's butt and get through everything together. Hopefully, we both can hang out more often because we're both busy bees and never get the chance ;n; I still can't believe we both happened to join DA around the same time and managed to start talking right after. If it weren't for you I would have been dead on that website a year after I joined. Anyway, ilu and I wish you the biggest Happy Birthday you spoopy butt. I would attempt to give you the biggest hug I can muster but my arms are too short :,,,D

Explanation of each drawing

Golden Skull Zayn with Olive ----- When I did the three doodles in the speedpaint I was planning a creepy vibe with each one. So for this one I wanted to show off the fact that parts of Zayn are indeed made of gold. It was meant to go with his design just to fit the color combo but I decided that any character that has future sight have gold parts to them. It would be very rare for a kaian to have all gold bones but I figured it would fit the prophet when they start to loose their mind to the visions. There's always a price to pay when you can see into the future. Poor Olive just happened to be around when he ripped the skin off during one of his major visions. But don't worry she lives and he gets his face back.

Sona and Loch ------- I wanted to have Sona soothing one of Lochs sessions of pain. Not much to say here other than I wanted to have her kind of grumpy looking and comfort him since in our story for them she kinda uses him for bad to get what she wants so she gets a body.

Olive's Secret Protector ---------- Again not much to say other than Evia is using her dark powers to blend into the shadows to keep an eye on olive.

Run Run from the Scary Mob ------ The main drawing that I spent the most time on that comes with a speedpaint. For this one I wanted to show off our main characters plus a side character that she loves. When I made this I realized I wanted to make it big just for Olivia so I decided to include all her friends that I could think of or find. Each character is dressed in something to show off the fact that each one is trick and treating for Halloween. I'm pretty proud of how everyone turned out and how most the background turned out.

Experiment Brewing ------ A little sketch where I had an idea that maybe Olive wasn't a real Kaian and was actually a experiment made by the banished shadow go. I like the idea that maybe he made her so he could put himself into a form onto the home planet of the Kaians than seek the other gods out for revenge. This was before he used Evia as a host even if she's in control. He hoped that when Olive was ready he could take her body over. Sadly the scientist who made her on the home planet did not complete the project and Olive had gone missing when the lab was destroyed. Funny thing is that not long after Olive was found by Evia when in a field of flowers. The god believes Olive is dead but I like to think that he takes over Olive during the final battle to use her to summon him when the other banished god is summoned by Calla. If he did succeed in taking her body over than she would look like her portals. I like the idea of the gods portals and powers looking like this but his are purple. The crystals on her help power the portals and powers she uses which are basically just like the gods expect weaker since she couldn't handle all his power in her body.

Selfie ----- A head doodle to show off Olives looks frontview. First concept sketch of how she would look. Also based on one of Olivia's doodles of Olive with crystals imbedded in her body. I decided to expand on that.

Design ---- A design for Olivia to repay the design she made for me >:0

Thirsty as heckles ---- Olive ready for some Evia but decided on the way to bed that she also likes Zayn a lot. Evia stops what they planned to go find Zayn.

Official Design for Olive as a experiment ---------. I wanted to show off the fact that she would be constantly dripping from the gods powers that she barely holds in her body.

This is War ------- Zayn has a vision in a different timeline where Olive chooses Evia over him and betrays him by killing him. He mistakes it for it being in this timeline and plans to repay the debt by killing them first. Looks like everyone has to fight with the person they love eventually.

Left to right are the corresponding characters belonging to their creators

Big brown and green wolf, Evia dressed as Dracula belongs to me

Tiny yellow doge, Olive wearing snake onesie belongs tp @spoopy-snek

smol purple and blackbird, Sona dressed as a messed up Egyptian belongs to me

spooky dog on a broom, Ney dressed as a witch belongs to @neyzilla

Purple dragon in sleeping wear, Hobbes dressed in a dragon onesie belongs to @hobbledragon

Tall skelelly boi being attacked by hungry doggy, Calabaza dressed as a skelly belongs to @anxietywithaspook

The white dog that shakes, Milk belongs to @milkfake

Mummy that is so done with you, Wilhelm dressed a mummy belongs to @wilhelm-the-undead-man

A woman who wants her candy back, Shaman dressed as a literal Shaman belongs to @missmcgregor

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