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aidansloth · 1 year

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Random Gareth Emerson Headcanons:

this is literally the 3rd part of these, and yes, the hyperfixation on this sweet boy is still here (tw, I also accidentally deleted the past version of this and the suicidal tendencies really kicked in yk)

he's a Gryffindor, maybe a bit Hufflepuff but mostly Gryffindor

for my Percy Jackson fans, he's either Ares' or Hermes' kid

he's the type to dye red streaks in his hair after a mental breakdown at 3am

his pajamas consist of red checkered pants and a band tee (I'm looking respectfully sir👀)

is a theatre kid

he puts on full shows in his bedroom when his sister walks in and he SHREEKS

can you IMAGINE him singing at the top of his lungs Say My Name or The Room Where It Happens

he's a History and Science nerd, but is somehow shit at Maths

I'm sorry but he looks like he's about to ask you if you have games on your phone

he has SO MANY HOODIES and you get to steal all of them

don't know if I already said this but he's usually short on money so he handcrafts most of the gifts he gives and also makes a lot of his own jewelry

because he hasn't got a lot of money he makes the best presents, they're all thoroughly thought-out and personal to the individual

he can sew, maybe just as necessity, he can fix a button or shorten stuff I'm sure

wears mismatched socks on purpose

he wants to get industrial and helix piercings, tattoos too but he doesn't know what to get yet

Modern!Gareth loves Pokémon, has all the games and knows all of their names (it's his hyperfixation yes) and he says his favourite Pokémon is Emboar but it's actually Sylveon (he just thinks it's really pretty)

he looks like an Arcanine

him and his family (mom and younger sisters) have Sunday nights where they watch movies and play boardgames together and have junk food

when he introduces you to the family his sisters instantly invite you to these nights. he tries so hard to hide his excitement but he can't help but smile and giggle at the thought of you getting along with his family so well

his mom is so happy to see her son like this (she also very much loves you)

okay I got off track there

loves sci-fi, especially those stories where humans realize they've been treating robots and cyborgs like shit

also loves books with rebellions (totally projecting)

his favourite Disney movie is Mulan and yes, he currently has a crush on Li Shang (rightly so). he was probably his gay awakening

he uses dried flowers as bookmarks

him and Eddie stim together (Autistic Eddie and Gareth with ADHD)

probably said this already but his most common stim is bouncing his leg and clapping

he hates gum

any sort of gum, doesn't like it at all

his bed is full of cushions

LOVES dragons

he thinks they're so cool, they have FIRE and WINGS and they've got SCALES and they're BIG

always keeps the thing-y from cans (my English just died imsorry) and makes them into jewelry

he has the whole set of tools to do that too

he's also the one that fixes everything in the house

I also think that the whole of Corroded Coffin is going to live together in an apartment

once Jeff woke him up at 4am because a lightbulb went out in his room and didn't know how to turn fix it

that apartment is going to be a mess

no offence to them obviously, but they are teenage boys, what do you expect (I mean this with love I swear)

(for anyone who has read The Raven Cycle, it's going to be like the guy's apartment, even with the toilet in the kitchen)

the times they've forgotten that one of them is taking a shower and walked right in on them are countless

they always try to have some time together, since they're all busy with either work or college (I'm probably going to make another set of headcanons for this, it really just got my brain going)

can't decide if he'd either kill bugs without hesitation or if he'd be the guy to run away screaming

cause I know Eddie frees them into the wild

and I need to know if they're gonna fight about the bug's fate for 3 hours like they're meant to

Gareth would kill for chicken nuggets

i didn't feel like checking spelling so I apologize for any mistakes

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson headcanons #hellfire club #gareth emerson x reader #corroded coffin #stranger things headcanons

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rabid-citrus · 2 months

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This blog is now in shambles.

When I created this blog three(?) years ago, all I wanted to do was share art. Reblog silly things. Instead, I got slapped in the face with ai bullshit, among other things. This hellsite is starting to live up to its title in the worst possible way.

The ceo is an ass. The world is falling apart. The people in power don't care.

I stopped reporting bots, only blocking them, in hopes that they fuck up midjourney and chatgpt ai databases with their shit. I stopped posting art here. Maybe I'll stop posting here altogether one day. I post my art to cohost now. I don't know if I ever return to this account. I can't tell for sure what will happen tomorrow, with all the war, genocides, neo-fascism and bigotry. My own country is turning to hell for people who are different than so-called "normal". I can't even say with certainty that it will get better. I'm tired. I don't like to discuss it with my family: father is bigoted in that matter. Sis is tired of the world going insane too. It's really easy to lose faith in humanity. She already lost hers.

We have the privilege to look away. People who live through this nightmare don't. I shared posts of atrocities happening to Palestinians and links to donations in hopes of them reaching someone who can do more than me. I clicked to donate. Sadly, it's all I can do. I wish I could do more.

Please, don't give up. Please, scream as loud as possible. Please, don't chicken out like I did. Together, you can make a difference.

Screw ai """art""", screw neo-nazis and zionist scumbags, screw the assholes in power, and screw matt in particular.

Ai will never replace human artists. Palestine will be free. The governments run by dickheads and bigots will fall. Matt will be sued. There will be a rainbow after the storm. You can make a change, don't let anyone convince you otherwise. Shame the people who commit atrocities to hell and back. Band together, those people fear that the most. Don't be a lone twig, join a mighty fag* /ref. Together, you can change the world for better.

Sincerely, the birch twig that, sadly, can't join you in a meaningful way.

#vent

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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leonicscorpio · 3 years

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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hiddlestan-with-a-dream · 2 years

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@musette22 @lovesmesomehiddles @lotus-eyedindiangoddess What do you guys think?

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————————————Nikki————————————

Nikki woke to the sound of screaming, Lizzie was arguing with some chick he had reeled in the night before, he couldn’t be bothered to learn her name, though she had offered it to him several times in the last 12 hours. Nikki hadn’t been concerned with the woman’s advances on him, shooing her in Lizzie’s direction as he downed another bottle of Jack, hoping it would numb whatever unwanted emotions he had been repressing that evening.

He groaned and opened his eyes when he heard a glass bottle hit the floor beside the couch he was ungracefully draped over. “God fucking dammit, Liz! Get the fuck away from me if the bitch is gonna throw things!” He cocked a brow at his bandmate, who just stared at him incredulously. “Do you wanna help me out here, Sixx!? Or would you prefer to let her rip the apartment to shreds first!?”

Nikki pried himself off the couch and got to his feet, still wobbly from the night before. “Get the fuck out of here!” He snapped at the young blonde, who looked at him as if he was speaking Russian, completely in shock that he had said a word to her, let alone those specific words. “What? Are you fucking deaf!? I said, get the fuck out!” He raised his voice a bit more. Within just a few moments, she had grabbed her purse, and given Lizzie one last slap across the face before walking out the door.

Lizzie was quickly back to his cheery self, relieved to be safe from the crazy woman he had decided to sleep with. “Wow! Thanks, man! You saved my ass there, I thought she was going to do some real damage there for a minute!” He laughed and clapped a hand on Nikki’s shoulder. Nikki glared at him, jerking himself out of the man's grip. “I wouldn’t have to save your stupid ass if you wouldn’t invite your broads back to the apartment. You only ever seem to sleep with the crazy chicks, and somehow it ALWAYS becomes my problem!”

He grabbed a half-empty bottle of Jack off the counter and lounged back against the disheveled wood. “You are way too fucking chipper, Liz. It’s only, what? 10 AM? You have a black eye, and a split lip, yet you’re still all sunshine and rainbows. Stop ducking smiling so much.” He joked, cracking the closet thing he could manage to a smile.

Lizzie gave him a sympathetic look as he watched him drink. “Maybe you’re just a pessimist, Sixx. The world isn’t all bad, there are plenty of good things, plenty to smile about! Try enjoying life, just once! Pick up a hobby or fall in love, something!” Nikki laughed cynically. “Love is just a fairytale, Lizzie, it doesn’t exist. It’s a bedtime story that parents tell their kids to make them believe they are wanted, and then they turn around and abandon them without a second thought.”

————————————Tommy——————————-

Tommy awoke to the smell of bacon and homemade pancakes. A small smile spread across his face as he took a deep breath and stretched out his long legs. He stood up with a soft sigh and grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor. He opened his bedroom door as he heard a knock, smiling when he saw his father. “Hey, pop, what’s up?” His dad patted him on the shoulder and smiled. “Your mother made breakfast, come eat before it gets cold.”

He got dressed before making his way down the stairs, his sister following close behind him. “Pick up the pace, chicken legs, I'm starving!” He rolled his eyes, sprinting the rest of the way down the stairs. “You've got chicken legs, too, Theeny. It runs in the family!” He yelped as she threw a pen at him from a nearby table. “Hey! Don't shoot the messenger!”

Tommy's mother ruffled his hair before kissing him on the cheek. “Eat darling, you’re too thin!” He chuckled and sat at the table, immediately taking a bite of his pancakes. “I’m going out tonight, there’s this band playing at the Starwood, they’ve been selling out weekends, which is, like, huge.” He was practically bouncing in his seat, excited out of his mind.

His father looked over at him and laughed at his excitement. “You’re out nearly every night anymore, Tom. When are you gonna spend some time with your family?” Tommy smiled and shoved another bite of pancake in his mouth. “Come on, dad, I spend plenty of time with you guys, and think about it, every time I go out, is a chance that maybe…I can fall in love.”

#motley crue #terror twins #nikki sixx #tommy lee

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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City Lights . ( Namjoon x OC)

Pairing : OC x Kim Namjoon.

Genre : Angst. Romance.

Rating 18 +

Word Count : 2900

Warnings : Mature Themes , Explicit Sexual Content . Slow burn. Like slower than a snail.

Summary :

Widowed and destitute, Son Yang Mi leaves the comfort of her small , secluded fishing village and travels to the intimidating city of Seoul with her young son. She has a plan, one that involves finding a job, getting her son into a good school and building a life for herself.

Now, three years later she has a job , working as a live in house keeper for the Kim family, specifically for the son, Kim Namjoon, a famous rapper and producer.

Its a job that puts a roof over her head and she’ll do anything to keep it.

But fate has other plans.

Chapter 1 ~

Akogare (ah-koh-ga-reh)Often translated directly as a sort of frustrated “yearning”, “desire”, or “longing” .

Seoul in summer was a sight to behold. I blinked back against the bright sunlight, staring out into the stunning skyline of the city as the sun rose over it , and although it was just a little past seven in the morning, the air was warm and invigorating. The mid July sun shone down with no mercy, and there was no trace of the rain that had lashed city just the previous night.

It had been three whole years but the relief that came from breathing fresh air, untainted by the damp musk of fishing trowels and sweaty men, was still unrivalled.

I shook off the feather duster in my hand, moving to carefully clean the wicker woven chairs on the artificial lawn in the balcony. Dusting the entire condo down was a mind numbing exercise in patience, so i tried to get it out of the way, early in the morning when my son was still asleep.

At six years old, Junsu was a bright , happy child. Summer vacation meant days sleeping in and evenings spent frolicking with the other kids in the building and he was content with being alone in our small shared room, reading or playing with his toys while I went about the day’s work.

I glanced at the clock, grimacing.

It was almost eight . And although Mr. Kim wasn’t due back home for another twelve hours, I felt a little jittery and nervous.

Kim Namjoon , renowned rapper, producer, writer , poet and what not. The apartment was his but he was usually on tour, traveling all over the world to promote his book and to perform in sold out stadiums. For an A list celebrity, he was surprisingly humble.

For the past three years, him and his model fiancée Lee Mina had spent a total of maybe seven months in the condo. They were a sweet couple, or so I’d always thought , a bit formal with each other but clearly in love . Mr. Kim was a kind, soft spoken young man and I’d never heard him raise his voice unless he was in the company of his very dear friends.

Just a little over a week ago , both of them had left Korea for the States , the tabloids screaming about a luxurious destination wedding in the Caribbean and I had been asked to take a few weeks off . The newly weds wouldn’t be back for quite a while and they would let me know when I had to come back to the condo.

I’d been toying with the idea of visiting my in laws in Gwangyog, maybe even dropping by to see some old friends there but yesterday , Mr. Kim’s mother had given me a call letting me know her son was coming home.

[

The conversation went something like this :

Yang Mi, I hope you haven’t left yet?

No, Ma'am, I haven’t.

Joon-ah is going to be back tomorrow.

Oh, is Ms Lee arriving as well?

No, Just him He’s going to be alone.

Yes, Ma'am.

Please don’t mention anything about Mina or the wedding.

No ma'am of course not.

I’ll drop by later . Cook him something warm and filling. And make sure the house is cleaned well.

Yes, Ma’ am.

]

And that was that.

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It took the better part of the day to finish cleaning and setting up the house . I washed the window slats, changed the sheets, arranged the books that had been left scattered all over his bedroom. The walk-in closet was littered with a bunch of his clothes and I made sure his gym bag was stocked with fresh towels, spare clothes and his favorite head and wrist bands.

For someone so careful and calculated, he was really quite a messy man.

i did his laundry, making sure he had ample clothes at least for another two weeks, creasing the handkerchiefs and carefully removing lint from his jackets.

I also carefully sorted out the feminine clothing from the laundry and from the cupboard, folding them neatly and placing them in the lowest shelf of the closet, where he wouldn’t find them. It wasn’t hard, hiding traces of his fiancee from the condo, because it had never really been her home. other than a few spare pieces of underwear and a couple of t shirts and skirts, there weren’t many articles of clothing belonging to Ms. Lee.

But I still got rid of the bobby pins and hair ties, the spare lip gloss and mascara.

Junsu spent the entire day in our room, reading and drawing, only venturing out every few hours to grab a snack. I left him with his drawing tab ( a gift from Mr. Kim for his 5th birthday ) and his favorite book, asking the security guard at the end of the hallway to keep an eye on the door, while i went out to buy groceries.

Lots of meat, no sea food, healthy snacks and high protein fiber bars. I stocked up on sauces and bought a fresh batch of eggs, oranges and grapes . Mrs. Kim had sent a large amount of kimchi a few weeks ago and that was still in the pantry.

i stopped for a second, staring around at the almost deserted store. Most of the other housekeepers shopped at the bigger, more exclusive store on the other side of the residential complex. But Mr. Kim had a very selective palette, which meant that I had to be very particular about the brands i bought.

When i came back home at around six, Junsu was on the floor in the living space and i felt my heart jump in panic.

“Baby!! I’ve told you not to come out here when I’m not home!” I protested bleakly and he pouted.

“I need to show you my gift for Mr. Kim!!” He said softly. I smiled moving to put away the groceries and glancing at the clock. It was a little past six. I had to call Yungyu.

“Did you draw him something ? “ I asked curiously, checking to see if the beer shelf was stocked. probably should have done that before going out for the groceries, I thought regretfully.

“Yeah! Look!!” Junsu held his tab out and my heart dropped.

For a six year old, Junsu drew very well. And there was really no mistaking the very obvious wedding scene on the screen.

Oh, Good God.

“ That looks amazing honey.” I said gently. “ But, I heard that Ms Lee isn’t coming over this time..”

Junsu frowned.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m not sure. But remember how we spoke about saying the right things? When something upsets someone, we do not bring it up.” I reminded him gently. My son hesitated but nodded.

“Okay. I’m sorry. “ He said softly.

“No baby, its not your fault. It’s just that we want Mr. Kim to be happy right? We don’t wanna upset him...”

He smiled at that.

“When he’s happy, his dimples come out.” He said with a giggle. I laughed.

“yes they do... So let’s try and get those dimples out as often as we can alright? Why don’t you show him that picture you drew of yeontan the other day? He’ll really like that....”

“Okay...but i need to go color it!” Junsu yelled, already running back into our room. I watched him go before reaching for the phone and dialing, Yungyu, the chauffeur.

“Are you on the way here? ” i said briskly.

“Just starting from home...” Yungyu muttered, “ I’m supposed to be on vacation now! Why is he coming back so soon?”

“Just hurry up !! We can’t keep him waiting!!” I said sharply, before hanging up.

I made a quick check of all the rooms, filling up water bottles for his gym routine in the morning and stashing them in the fridge before moving to get dinner started.

i set the water on boil for the stew, before moving to peel cucumbers for the salad. I chopped the cucumber , along with some fresh cherry tomatoes . I watched the water boil, thinly slicing an onion and adding it to the bowl as well. The dressing was pretty simple, soy sauce, rice vinegar, honey and sesame oil . I sprinkled some sesame seeds on the bowl, used the salad tongs to give the whole thing a nice toss and set it aside.

I braised the chicken first , peeling and chopping potatoes and carrots to add to the stew . In a few minutes, the rich smell of lightly spiced chicken and garlic and perilla leaves began filling the kitchen and I turned on the rice cooker as well.

The door bell rang at six forty and i opened the door to reveal Yungyu.

I grabbed the keys to the Palisade, handing them over to him.

“Did you hear?” He whispered urgently.

I frowned.

“What?”

“They say Mr. Kim called off the wedding!” He whispered, wide eyed.

I glared at him.

“Who told you that?” i demanded...

“Seojoon from the gate said-”

“Why don’t you ask Seojoon from the gate to mind his own damn business?” I snapped.

Yungyu looked suitably chastised. i felt a little bad. Yungyu was still young and curiosity was hardly a sin.

“His flight lands at eight exactly. Hurry okay?” I said with a smile, ruffling his hair.

He brightened, peering over my shoulder into the house.

“Where’s the little one?” He asked curiously.

“ Painting something for Mr. Kim... Go ahead, hurry up.” I shooed him away, locking the door behind him. I fixed a plate of food for Junsu and sent him to eat, before moving to check on the stew. +

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By the time eight thirty rolled around I had the table set and ready. I washed my face quickly in the small bath attached to our room , making sure I was dressed well. Junsu wasn’t allowed in the main house unless Mr. Kim specifically asked for him and my son usually stayed in.

Junsu and I stayed in a bedroom , not large by any means but big enough for a queen sized bed, a table and chair for Junsu and small dresser where I kept a comb and a tube of night cream. I stared at my face, licking my lips as I smoothed my hair out.

I glanced at the bed.

Junsu was asleep , having dozed off while coloring his picture and I carefully extracted the tab from under his fingers, moving him around to lay on the soft pillows. I tucked him in gently, brushing the hair off his face.

“In peace , I will lie down to sleep, for You alone will let me rest in safety.” I whispered gently against his forehead, kissing the soft skin. I felt my lips wobble , a debilitating wave of affection flooding me as the sweet scent of my baby, filled my senses.

I would die for you, I thought fiercely, kissing him again.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump.

Swearing, i smoothed the fabric of my skirt, running to the kitchen.

“Thank you for picking me up Yungyu, I’m sorry you had to cut short on your vacation.” Mr. Kim’s deep voice filled the hallway and I quickly grabbed a glass, filling it with water and placing it on the dinner tray.

“Not a problem, Sir. “ Yungyu’s cheerful voice responded.

“How are you going home?” Mr. Kim asked.

“I’ll take the bus.”

A pause and then,

“Here’s some cash. Get a cab.”

I could hear the relief in Yungyu’s voice as he let out a , “ Thank you sir.”

I fixed his plate carefully, the bowl of rice, the bowl of chicken stew, and the salad neatly arranged next to the napkin and the chopsticks. I heard him move across the condo, the sound of his suitcases as he wrestled them towards his bedroom and I frowned. Yungyu should’ve have brought those in for him.

I finished reheating all of the food and carefully carried the dinner tray to the bedroom.

Mr. Kim’s bedroom was right at the end of the hallway and the door was open. The full length mirror on the opposite wall showed him sitting on the small couch in his room, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I raised my hand, ready to knock on the wood.

“Fuck!” He shouted, kicking out at the coffee table with enough force to send the furniture skidding half way across the room.

I froze in the hallways stunned.

“You’re such a fucking fool , Namjoon !!” He muttered angrily and I swallowed, turning on my heel and quickly walking back to the kitchen.

Maybe I ought to wait till he asked for dinner.

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He didn’t ask for dinner.

I stayed sitting on the floor of the kitchen, waiting and lightly dozing as I heard him talk to his parents on the phone. I heard him open the liquor cabinet in his room, the sound of ice sloshing against glass, the sound of whiskey being poured carefully and i sighed.

I had to get to bed. It was already a little past eleven.

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Sometime in the night, I woke up sweating....

Wondering what woke me up, I blinked groggily, glancing at Junsu. He was still sound asleep.

Sighing, I climbed out of the bed, carefully making my way to Mr. Kim’s room, peering in carefully.

He was asleep on the sofa.

I stared at the way his long legs stretched over the armrest, his lean hips twisted to accommodate his broad shoulders on the couch and I winced. He was definitely going to regret that in the morning.

I stared at the half empty bottle of whiskey on the table and sighed, moving to take off his shoes carefully. He didn’t stir.

I grabbed a pillow from the bed, carefully lifting his head and slipping it under. I placed a comforter over his shoulders, pulling it down to cover his legs.

Force of habit almost made me brush his hair off his forehead but I stopped myself.

The clock on the wall read three fifty am. God, I was going to feel terrible tomorrow. I carefully tip toed out, shutting the door behind me

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I picked the comforter from the floor, carefully folding it and placing it on the bed, before grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey and glass . i could hear the shower running. The curtains were still drawn in and I tugged on the strings to get them to open. Sunlight spilled in through the floor length windows. The bed wasn’t slept in, so I opened the closet to grab a couple of towels, laying them on the bed for him.

The bathroom door opened and i quickly straightened, wanting to race out of the room but it was too late. Thankfully he was dressed, a pair of loose sweats and a loose t shirt . He was running a towel through his hair and his face brightened at the sight of me.

“Yang Mi! You’re here....” He said cheerfully.

“Good morning sir.” I said softly, offering him a small smile.

He smiled brightly, hair damp and dimples deep. The white t shirt he had on was almost fully soaked through and he shook his head, sending stray water droplets all over the place, a few landing on my cheeks.

“I didn’t see you last night...” He said casually, moving to drop the wet towel in the hamper, grabbing one of the fresh ones I’d laid on the bed.

“I thought you would like your privacy sir, you looked exhausted.”

He smiled.

“ Thank you for the blanket and the pillow by the way. And the shoes.”

I bowed quickly.

“I’ll get your breakfast done, sir.” I bowed again before quickly getting out.

I moved to the kitchen grabbing the oranges I’d got the previous day . Mr. Kim wasn’t fond of traditional korean dishes in the morning. He preferred freshly squeezed juice and toast, sometimes with an omelet perhaps.

I fixed his breakfast quickly, setting it all in the tray . He was still moving around in the bedroom and I heard him drag his worktable to the windows, which meant he was going to stay in the bedroom.

Pouring his coffee into a cup, I carefully picked up the breakfast tray , moving to his room slowly.

I used my foot to knock on the door.

After a pause of a few seconds,

“Come in Yang Mi!”

I carefully moved to the small table in front of the couch, placing the tray right in front of him. The scent of his body wash, green apple and strawberries, hit me hard.

“Where’s Junsu?” He asked casually.

“Still asleep sir. It’s Summer so school’s out.” I smiled, grabbing his phone from the table to make space for his tray.

The phone buzzed just as I was about to place it back down and I blinked.

Mina calling.......

I swallowed, not sure what to do, placing the phone down quickly.

“Uh..you have ...” I waved vaguely at the device before bowing again and moving back.

“close the door on your way out, Yang Mi...” He said gently and I quickly obeyed.

I moved to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for myself. I stayed leaning over the counter and even through the locked door, I could hear him .

“Just don’t call me Mina...i don’t want to talk about this!!!”

I swallowed, glancing out of the window again. It was a bright, clear morning.

A second later, the door to his bedroom slammed open and he stormed out. I watched him from my spot in the kitchen, his fists clenched as he rushed out to the front door.

The door shut behind him and I exhaled.

Once I as done with my coffee, I moved to his room to clear the breakfast tray. His phone was still on the table.

It began ringing again just as I left the room.

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"Mrs. Kim.” i said respectfully, bowing . She gave me a short smile.

“Where’s Namjoon? I’ve been calling him for the past hour.” She pushed past me into the house and I bit my lips.

“He went out about an hour ago. He left his phone behind.” I explained.

She stopped, sighing.

“Fine, I’ll wait for him. “ She moved to sit on the couch, glancing around the room.

“Should I get you something ma'am?” I asked softly and she smiled.

“Get me a glass of lemonade, Yangmi.” She said brusquely and i nodded, running to the kitchen.

“Did Mina come over?” She called out as I got the lemons out of the cooler.

“No ma'am.” i replied.

“Did she call?”

I remembered the phone ringing, how upset it had made Namjoon, how he had stormed out.

“I don’t know ma'am!” I said softly.

She nodded.

“Okay. You can leave.” She said quietly. i bowed and went back into the kitchen.

I peered out of the window as I fixed her a glass , and my eyes fell on a familiar figure, coming back in through the front gate. Even from this distance there was no mistaking the long legs and messy blonde hair.

I bit my lips, mind racing.

Mrs Kim and her son had a volatile relationship, to say the least.

And something told me that Mr. Kim was probably not in the right frame of mind to argue with his mother, now. The man was upset but apparently, neither his mother nor his ex fiancée understood that. instead of giving him space they were hounding him.

I hesitated for a second before making a quick decision.

I grabbed the tray with her lemonade and moved to her quickly.

“Thank you.” She said sharply. “ Turn on the Air Conditioner for me, will you?”

I fumbled with the remote, grabbing his phone from the table , turning it on before moving to the front door and rushing out.

I almost ran into him as he came out of the elevator , and i jerked back stumbling a bit to stop myself from crashing into his chest. He let out a , ‘ Whoa, “ his hands reaching out to grip my elbows.

“Careful. What’s wrong?” He asked gently and I swallowed.

“Your mother’s here.” I said quickly, “ Sir.”

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned. I swallowed.

“You can leave.” I blurted out. “It’s Tuesday. She has her charity work meeting at ten. Its almost nine. She won’t stay long....”

His eyes met mine, lips parting in surprise.

“I really can’t meet her now.” He said apologetically.

I nodded.

“Of course, I understand , sir. Just be back in an hour , she’ll be go-”

The elevator buzzed , the doors nearly closing over my shoulders and I flinched. He swore and stuck his arm out to keep it open.

I stared at him before holding his phone out.

“Here you go sir. “

He chuckled taking it from me and shaking his head.

“i feel like a kid, sneaking away from my mom.” His eyes reached mine, twinkling, “ Who would’ve thought the quiet, timid Yang Mi would be my partner in crime. “

I didn’t reply, just smiled.

And then he hesitated. “ Is Junsu awake?”

I blinked.

“Uh...yes sir,...he’s playing in the park downstairs with the other kids.”

“Great... Would you mind if i take him out for ice cream?”

I stared at him.

“Oh..uh...of course not. Sure.. I mean.. he’ll love that... Sir. Thank you.. You don’t have to -”

“Consider it thank you for helping me with my mother.” He smiled again and i found myself staring at his dimples again. i swallowed.

“in that case, he loves butter scotch.” I smiled.

The dimples appeared and i bit my lips.

“Thank you Yang Mi.” He said slowly.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Author’s Note : Finally a hyungline fic !!! ugh... I’ve been wanting to write a Namjoon fic for ages and I really hope you guys will like this one :’( Feedback is much appreciated.

#namjoon smut #namjoon au #namjoon hot #namjoon fics #namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #bts smut #bts fanfics #bts au #bts fics #houseofddaeng

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dynyamight · 3 years

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Had some thots c: wanted to share

Izuku is in a unfulfilling marriage. His husband is waaay too work obsessed and their intimate life? It's either non existent or is not enough to make him feel satisfied. He should have been happy. It is not like his husband didn't love him,or that he didn't have any love for him back,or that they had money issues... but it was all really fucking boring. That,until Izuku by accident bumps into his childhood friend and former crush: Katsuki. They began talking,a lot. Texting almost everyday. Sometimes meeting up for coffee. His husband doesn't know any of this. He learns about Katsuki's job and catches up to him on their families and nerdy hobbies. Izuku's conscience is heavy with guilt for how he finds himself falling for Katsuki just like he did through their childhood to high school to when they went their separate ways,and how his husband has no idea about it. And if that wasn't enough? Katsuki was his husband's boss. That was awkward.

Izuku tried to end things. He really did. It hurt,but he couldn't keep hiding from his husband any longer... even if his and Katsuki's feelings were mutual. But that quickly proved to be useless when one night, his husband stayed on work later than usual,and someone knocked on the door. His heart almost pulled out of his chest when he saw Katsuki at his door.

There was 0 resistance. Katsuki and him had a brief screaming match with their feelings laid all out and when things became unbearable he took Izuku. Right then and there. It was rough. It was sweet. It was everthing Izuku was craving. They couldn't even care if Izuku's husband came in. But that sure was annoying when he did...

aaaah, so, this is a very long idea thought !! i would have loved to write a small fanfic snippet, but this deserves a whole multi-chapter !!

so instead, here’s some more thots ;)

- Bakugou works in a hero agency/work office setting, his boss being Midoriya’s husband, but he has no idea. He just finds the guy rather boring & shit, with demanding better times & numbers. And, if this is a No Quirk universe, then it’s a finance records office. Regardless, it’s a job that Bakugou excels in, but he doesn’t care about his boss.

- He knows the boss has a husband, from the whispers around the work place. But, he’s just more surprised the guy’s married. A boring, shit man probably with a boring shit spouse.

- Midoriya comes back into his life when he walks into the office, hoping to surprise his husband with a coffee run. Alas, he bumps into Bakugou instead, with his husband in a meeting.

- Bakugou initially feels uncomfortable, as well as Midoriya. An awkward air laid thick; they hadn’t kept in contact for years, despite being childhood friends. Though, for Midoriya, it’s even more awkward, having to face his very first crush. Something he always felt guilty about, while friends.

- Fortunately, they start seeing each other more often, after the first bump. Midoriya often visits the office, coffee and lunches for his husband. And, he seems to always appear during Bakugou’s lunch breaks. They start with small talk, but it slowly morphs into fun conversation.

- Bakugou believes Midoriya is an errand boy of sorts for his boss, and never thinks to ask about their relationship. He just assumes they were two good friends, who Midoriya willingly helps out. And, whenever Bakugou shits on his boss, complaining, he brushes off Midoriya’s silence to his refusal to bully anyone.

- In reality, on Midoriya’s side, things get a little complicated. He feels he should mention he’s married, taken, & obviously the husband of the boss. But, each time he’s with Bakugou, the thought flies out; his head filled with only their conversations. And, right when the time is right, Midoriya chickens out, unable to admit his truth.

- At first, when he takes off his wedding band to meet Bakugou, it feels foreign, weird. He feels terrible when he comes home, hurriedly rushing to put it back on. But, after more and more times he meets Bakugou, the more times he takes it off. And each time, it slowly feels better.

- However, his friends worry that he shouldn’t continue his relations with Bakugou. They mention cheating, and Midoriya denies it. He’s not cheating. Right?

- Bakugou’s friends insist that he’s totally crushing hard on Midoriya; they keep messaging each other every day, and they are now going out together, outside the workplace. Bakugou refuses at first, simply saying it’s all just catching up. Catching up on the years. Not catching feelings.

- Yet, they both do.

- In his wilted, slowly toxic relationship with his dismissive husband, Midoriya relies on Bakugou’s shoulders. He listens all Midoriya’s vents, rants, and tears of feeling unwanted, and always offers the emotional support he has yearned from his husband. Interlaced with his usual curses & vulgar language, Bakugou speaks sense to him, succeeding in making Midoriya feel appreciated.

- And, in his completely dead love life, late night hookups littering it, Bakugou finds himself deeply caring for Midoriya. More than just a one night stand; Bakugou could see Midoriya as something more. His gentle comfort he offers, his bright aura that fills his heart, and the kind soul he continues to give to Bakugou, leaves him falling.

- Bakugou does try to insinuate multiple date proposals, feeling confident each time. It feels reciprocated. It feels genuine. As if, maybe, perhaps, Midoriya likes him. But, he’s gently turned down, with Midoriya using a fake busy day to excuse himself, every time.

- It’s then that Midoriya realizes that none of this is okay. He has a husband; someone who he promised to be with till the end of his days. And, as much as he wanted Bakugou, the man was nothing more than a temptation. Right?

- His husband finds out of all the phone calls and meet ups his employee has done with Midoriya. After his confrontation, he listens to Midoriya’s tearful confession, admitting to his emotional cheating.

- However, his husband gives him an out; if it didn’t mean anything, he will forgive Midoriya. If it did, Midoriya will leave, tonight.

- Bakugou meant everything to Midoriya. He was more than anything his husband ever amounted in their marriage. He was the man that Midoriya would want to see the rest of his life with.

- Midoriya lies. In self doubt & fear of being on his own, the divorce process overwhelming him and the reactions of his family and friends hearing about it all, he sticks with his husband.

- Besides, his entire life was surrounded, built around his husband. Leaving his husband meant losing his house, his car, his worth in society, his source of affection and love. It was as if leaving his husband meant losing everything.

- He is told to never speak to Bakugou again; his husband wants to fire him, but Midoriya begs for Bakugou to be unharmed. It had nothing to do with work, and so it would simply be too cruel. Hence, his promise to stay away.

- After dead silence from Midoriya, Bakugou finds out from his coworkers that Midoriya was the husband of his boss. It feels like an out of body experience, now with everything making sense. The constant meet ups at the office building. The date rejections. Midoriya was a married man. Who simply could never be Bakugou’s. He had to give up.

- But then, everything becomes infuriating. As the days go by, Bakugou grows upset; Midoriya deserves better. All the tears, the rants, and the self loathing was all caused by his neglectful, boring ass husband, who didn’t deserve someone like Midoriya. He knew he could be better. No, he is better.

- The bang at Midoriya’s door startles him, and his gut drops. He thinks his husband has come home mad, but instead it’s Bakugou, standing there. His heart lunges, wanting to hug him right there.

- Midoriya hurries to try to close the door instead, and quickly Bakugou juts his foot into the doorway. He steps into the apartment, furious. And, it’s there that he demands Midoriya to be honest.

- Honest? Midoriya’s confused.

- If he meant nothing, Bakugou would walk away; a similar ultimatum his own husband had given him. But, this time, Bakugou adds that if he does mean anything, even a sliver amount, Midoriya needs to take that chance, and walk out with him.

- They start yelling. Midoriya insists that he needs to stay in his marriage. Bakugou calls it lifeless and bullshit. Midoriya states that his husband is a good man, that doesn’t deserve a cheating man. Bakugou demands that it’s Midoriya that’s the good man, who’s worth more than his shit husband could even imagine. Midoriya swears that there is nothing he can do. Bakugou says there is something; he can walk out with him, right here, right now.

- Finally, with their heated argument reaching its highest, Midoriya confesses tearfully that it’s all so hard; wanting Bakugou, ever since he was little, only to be married and unable to explore his feelings, now.

- That’s when Bakugou takes his shaking hands, securely and firmly, and admits that while he can’t outmatch Midoriya’s lifetime crush on him, he admits he’s falling for Midoriya. And, these feeling of his are worth fighting for him. He knows he should leave, let Midoriya continue to be married peacefully. But, he can’t let go, without putting all of his efforts out there.

- Unless Midoriya was to reject him now, completely sure, Bakugou swears to continue fighting for Midoriya.

- Those words, promising absolute dedication to Midoriya and their potential, leaves Midoriya in tears. He’s been with his husband for years, and he has yet to feel worth fighting for.

- It had always felt his husband simply ignored his needs, only ever recognizing them if they were to his benefit. It was always as if his husband was just so certain Midoriya could never leave him, and hence, never felt a need to impress, surprise, or even cherish him.

- Finally, Midoriya pulls Bakugou into a hug, whispering if that’s truly how he feels. Bakugou hugs back, swearing that it was his honest truth. He wouldn’t make shit up, especially not to Deku.

- Midoriya tells him to please take care of him. Bakugou promises.

- With his husband coming home from his late night shift, he abruptly walks in on their embrace, furious. He demands Bakugou to get out, or else the police would arrive.

- Bakugou leaves, but not without Midoriya. His husband holds him back, demanding that he stays. Midoriya refuses, finally taking off his wedding band for the last time. He confesses that Bakugou did mean everything, and it was his own fears that forced him to stay.

- But now, he’s brave, and willing face the world without him. He’s brave, if Kacchan was right there with him.

#star responds #FINALLY !!!!!! THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY TO WRITE OH MY GOD #also;; i have my flight back home in 6 hours;;#so i can’t do a ‘keep reading’ break sorry ‘!! i’m only on my phone until i get home #anyways THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL IDEA !!#i swear i wanted to write this. but this is worth a MULTI-CHAPTER #will i write it? ;) perhaps #but until then. here you go anon #the idea gives me pam & jim energy from the office. when she was engaged while having feelings for jim #basically if your partner ain’t giving. LEAVE THEM #someone else will treat you right #bakudeku #anon #long post

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thatbirdrestaurant · 4 years

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BakuSquad Roadtrip

Regular Headcanons:

Sero drives, no argument

Kirishima cannot focus on the road

Bakugou would blow the steering wheel into smithereens

Mina would swerve off the road

Jirou is honorary DJ

Shinshou would fall asleep in the middle of the highway

And Kaminari just can’t drive. He legally cannot.

Sero drives, but they use the Kirishima family van. Reasonable, seeing as its a van made for a lesbian couple and their countless daughters and one teenage son

Sero takes driver’s seat, Jirou as the passenger

Kaminari and Mina take the seats behind the two

And Bakugou and Kirishima sit in the back with Shinso in the large trunk with an air mat. His demands, not the other’s

They pack literally everything: snacks, pillows, air floaties, battery packs, flashlights, pads, swim gear, surfboards, literally everything

The idea of the road trip belonged to Mina, who wanted to go somewhere for Spring Break and wanted to bring her boys - plus Jirou - and most of them agreed instantly

Shinso and Bakugou were the hardest to convince, but thanks to Kaminari and Kirishima, they broke and ended up in a large van with Sero being an absolute mom

Sero: I will turn this MOTHER FUCKING car around, Denki Kaminari, if you don’t shUT THE FUCK UP!

Kaminari, near to tears: Y-yes, Ma’am.

It took a few hours for everyone to get used to one another, what with Bakugou yelling about the music and Sero’s driving style, but within the first four hours of the trip, they were all playing Punch Buggie, I Spy, and screaming songs at the top of their lungs

Kirishima likes to have Sero roll down the windows then stick his head out like a dog to scream: “BakuSquad Roadtrip 2019, Mother Fuckers!” It doesn't take long before Kaminari is in on the action

Somehow, Shinso gets in on it, flipping off every large truck that passes by, and it isn’t too long before Sero is telling everyone to shut the fuck up again

1 AM stops at the nearest Denny’s are not uncommon during these trips, nor are random pullovers to get an aesthetic picture of the group by a sparkling lake or of Shinso flipping off a sign

Kaminari nearly kills everyone when they find a sign that says, “Hey teens, buckling up is totes yeet yo,” and doesn’t shut up about it for at least an hour

Whenever the squad finds a beach, they pull in and take the rest of the afternoon to swim, surf, and dive. Seo is a surprisingly good surfer, as is Kirishima, while Shinso would rather lie on the sand and risk sunburn. Bakugou likes going as far as the lifeguard will let him then diving as deep as he can go. Mina and Jirou just float in the water while Kaminari tries to get them wet.

A chicken fight breaks out quickly, Bakugou demanding Kirishima hold him as he shoves Kaminari off of Sero’s shoulders. This goes on for a few minutes before Shinso picks both Mina and Jirou up and yeets them at the boys

Mina posts on her Instagram every ten minutes with updates on Kaminari being a meme, Sero having road rage, Jirou being an e-girl, Bakugou being soft for Kirishima, and Shinso being iconic in the trunk

Once pulled over on the road, Shinso Fortine danced while singing, “Hey there, Demons, it’s me, ya boi”

The car at some point breaks down by the beach, and while Sero tries to fix it, the other dance of the top of the van or chase one another around with water guns

Sero, defeated, sits against the wheel and smokes a joint, much to the Mom Disappointment TM in Bakugou

Bakugou would die before he admits he loved the trip, but everyone knows he loved it. EVERYONE

By the end of the trip, the group is sunburned, their vocal cords stretched, sleep schedule ruined, and now overly aware of one another’s sleeping habits

Shippy Headcanons (KiribBaku, KamiShin, MinaJirou):

Kirishima and Bakugou cuddle when they go to sleep, shamelessly snuggling into one another before dozing off

Kirishima picks Bakugou up bridal style in a Denny’s and carries him around as he sings “Never Getting Rid Of Me” from the musical Waitress. Mina recorded it and it was the greatest thing the morning shift has ever seen

The two somehow end up singing “Lovefool” by The Cardigans - most likely because Kaminari insinuated Bakugou wasn’t man enough to sing the song with Kirishima. He proved him wrong, and damn, did he do it well

Bakugou finds a red shell covered in spikes while on another beach and gives it to Kirishima when they get back into the car. The redhead quickly puts it on a string and wears the necklace creation for the rest of the trip

Somewhere on Shinso’s social media, there is a video from his angle in the trunk of Sero driving and him saying, without any context, “Maybe Bakugou can drive this van, then it’d truly be a Kirishima car driven by a Kirishima, keep the legacy going,” followed by Mina and Kaminari dabbing

Kaminari sometimes joins Shinso in the trunk and they share music as they cuddle, but because Shinsho doesn’t sleep, he manages to keep Mina from taking a picture of it

Something similar to the KiriBaku Denny’s experience, Kaminari, circuited out, got onto a table and announce that his boyfriend was the hottest man in the room, to which Bakugou slammed his hands on the table and yelled, “have you SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?”

Shinso once chugged an entire Mountain Dew, burped like a dinosaur, and Kaminari stuck his head out the window and proceeded to cream how sexy Shinso was

Kaminari sits in the backseat with Shinso a couple of hours to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved together, eventually being joined by Bakgou and Kirishima. It turns into a weird double date thing in the back of the van

Whenever KiriBaku and KamiShin have their moments, Jirou will crawl into the back of the van with Mina and the two will cuddle while Sero gets control of the radio, turning on his bands that were clearly high when they wrote those songs

Mina borrows a few of Jirou’s tank tops every now and then, or Jirou takes Mina’s bikini tops when Sero refuses to turn on the AC because he doesn’t want to get more gas money for at least another couple of miles

Many SnapChat posts of Mina and Jirou with cute filters making cute faces at one another. There’s even a video of Jirou staying completely blank-faced as Mina tries to break her with different Kermit impressions

#bakusquad #baku squad #mina ashido #denki kaminari #hanta sero #ejirou kirishima #kyouka jirou #katsuki bakugou #roadtrip #bnha #bnha headcanons #kiribaku #kamishin #minajirou #hitoshi shinsou

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Wedding Day

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“NCT gets invited to a wedding”

a/n: I’m aware the wedding was last year, but for the sake of the storyline this will take place in 2020. Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

When Bee found out one of the main choreographers for NCT had gotten engaged, she was more than happy for him and his bride, but more than that, she was very excited that they all got to attend it. Growing up, she had never gotten to experience weddings, with the exception of her uncle’s but she was only three years old, so this was her chance to live the beautiful moments she only saw in movies.

The ceremony had gone by very fast, and Bee thought that if she had some kind of an emotional attachment to the couple, maybe it would have been more emotional. After a few pictures were taken, Taeyong made a line so no one could get lost and they moved along through a garden path that connected the little chapel to the place the reception would be held.

“I really hope they don’t take long to serve the food,” Jeno said while the girl linked arms with him trying to find some kind of balance since the silver heels she had chosen to match her light blue dress weren’t very good for walking on the grass.

“I just hope is not something too fancy, I just want to eat some chicken right now” Bee replied while struggling, and someone called out her name from the end of the line.

“You look like Bambi learning to walk” Haechan screamed when she looked back and Renjun laughed beside him. Rolling her eyes but still smiling at her misfortune, Bee focused on the last steps to get to the big hall.

After everyone got seated at their tables, the food got served and the mc started calling people to give speeches, which again, would have been much nicer to the girl if she knew who those people were.

“For how long is this woman going to talk about the bride’s first hangover? Like geez, not even the family is laughing” Jisung pointed out from Bee’s left. She raised her head to look around the place, noticing the blank stares on people’s faces, and unintentionally, her gaze got stuck on a familiar face.

Feeling someone staring at him, Mark turned his head slightly, making eye contact with the girl. Not thinking much of it, he excessively rolled his eyes, showing the annoyance from the long speech, and Bee gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying not to look embarrassed for being caught. She didn’t really know why she was staring at Mark in the first place, but something about the fact that she couldn’t look away for a few seconds made her uneasy.

Tapping Chenle on the shoulder, she covered her mouth so no one could see her talking. “Does Mark look different to you?”

“Yeah, he’s cleaned up for once. That only happens when we go to award shows” Bee hit him on the arm.

“Not like that. Like, his presence, I don’t know, he feels different” For the first time, she told someone what she had been thinking since the boy came back from the tour, and hopefully, she wasn’t the only one thinking that.

Narrowing his eyes, Chenle looked at Mark for a few seconds and started laughing. “You girls are crazy. The dude spends a month away and you’re saying his presence has changed” Bee didn’t know if it was the way he made air quotes as he said “presence”, or if it was the fact he didn’t agree with her, but Chenle’s answer made her feel worse.

As bridesmaid finally stopped talking, the ceremony turned into a party really quick. Half of it thanks to the newlywed’s family and the other half thanks to a slightly intoxicated Johnny, who had dragged Doyoung to the dance floor and was trying to dance with him.

Every fifteen minutes, the dance circle of NCT members grew a little, and at somepoint Bee found herself stuck in a conversation with Renjun and Xiaojun, who also didn’t feel like joining the loud group. After some time, the girl stopped listening tho what they were saying, falling in a deep line of thought instead.

“But the last scene deeply suggested that he wasn’t dead”

“I think so too. But it makes no sense to advertise the deadly weapon during the entire movie, only to have the victim not die from it”

“I thought we were talking about aliens” Bee intervened, finally coming back to the conversation she was heavily confused by the sudden movie topic.

“We were, but then we agreed that they existed and talked about a movie he told me to watch” Renjun explained to her and she nodded.

“Oh! That’s what you were saying in Chinese then” Bee widened her eyes making them laugh. “Sorry, I wasn’t pay much attention when you changed languages”

“It’s okay. You seem very distracted today, maybe we should have stuck to Korean” Xiaojun said remembering that the girl could only speak Chinese well when she was focused.

“Is everything okay?” Rejun realized she indeed had been distracted for the past hour.

“Yes, I’m fine” Bee smiled at them, mind wandering back to the talk she had with Chenle, but before she could ask about it to them, a hand grabbed her arm.

“Come dance with meee” Jaemin pulled her by the hand repeatedly.

“W-Why?” she was a little startled by his appearance out of nowhere.

“Jeno and Haechan don’t want to do it. Please come, please please please”

Looking at the dance floor, she noticed it was filled by older couples, minus Lucas and Johnny who were dancing together, and the band was playing some 80s ballad. Knowing the boy wasn’t going to give up until she got up, Bee let him drag her to where the people where.

A few of the couples awed when a younger pair joined them, making the girl hide her face on Jaemin’s shoulder out of embarrassment, as he, on the other hand, smiled smugly. “Stop flirting with the bride’s grandma” Bee playfully said as they swayed from one side to the other.

“How do you know she’s the grandma?... You know what, it doesn’t matter. Let’s put on a show for them” Releasing his hand from her waist, Jaemin took her hand and made her do a spin, a basic movement they had learned for a choreography.

“Wow fun, let’s try!” Bee heard from her left, and when she turned around, Johnny was trying to do the same with Lucas, but failing miserably due to the lack of coordination.

Laughing at them, Bee forgot to keep the rhythm while dancing, making her step on Jaemin’s shoe and he groaned in pain “Dang it, woman, don’t you know how to keep the pace”

“Sorry, sorry” the girl collected herself from laughing and started a mental count of one, two, three. “How long do you want to keep dancing by the way?”

“I was going to say we could sit down after two songs, but by Hyuck’s face, he’ll probably want to dance with you as well” He said turning around so she could take a look at the NCT table.

Seeing the boys standing in a line, Bee understood she’ll need to dance with not only Hachan but Jeno, Hendery, Taeyong, Kun, Yuta, and Taeil as well. All she could do was hope her feet don’t fall off before she could sit again.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #407

“sugar pop, sugar pop, baby here i come, straight to #1″

Do you follow any special diet? (dairy free, vegetarian, gluten free etc.) No. What’s your favourite summer activity? Swimming is all I really enjoy about summer. Who was the first person to break your heart? It wasn't in a romantic sense obviously, but my dad. First band you obsessed about? I've only ever *truly* been obsessed with Ozzy Osbourne as a band, haha. First place someone took you on a date? I want to say a local skating rink. It was a group thing. How many doors are in the room you’re in? Two, if you include the closet door. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Yes. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Quite a few. Which movie villain do you find the most terrifying? Well, if you've seen the scene where Pyramid Head literally rips a woman's skin off like a sheet in Silent Hill... u kno. I genuinely do find him to be a terrifying monster though, all bias aside. Humanoid monsters with ambiguous faces unsettle me. I wouldn't want that knife swingin at me, either. Do you get grumpy when you’re hungry? Yuuuup, I sure can. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? I have done that maybe twice in my whole life. Which one of your family members are you closest to? My mom. If chocolate was an illegal drug - would you be a drug addict? Nah. I'd be able to survive if it was illegal, but it would suck. Are you proud of your parents? Yes in some areas, no in some others. There are things both have said and/or done that I can't say I'm proud of them for, but overall, I am. Do you say “soda” or “pop”? "Soda." Are you shy about singing in front of people? YUP. I just don't do it. If you could get backstage tickets to ANY concert - which would you pick? Ozzy. :') It'd be fantastic to tell him thank you for his music that has always brought me joy and comforted me, and also let him know for sure just how strong he is and that it is absolutely not overlooked to still be nailing out an album while fighting Parkinson's. I'd probably start blubbering like a baby while rambling at some point, haha. Which is better: orange or grape soda? Orange. I don't like grape soda. Do you sleep with a sleep mask? Well, you could sort of call it that, ha ha. I have to wear an APAP mask to subdue my sleep apnea that causes wild nightmares/terrors. Do you like techno music? It's actually grown on me the past few months. Have you ever been drunk? No, I've never quite reached that point. I've only been tipsy. Are you mad at your best friend right now? Nope, got no reason to be. Do you know anybody with a pet snake? Yes, including myself. Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? WATER. ABSOLUTELY WATER. I canNOOOOOOT do room temperature water anymore. It's gotta be pretty damn cold for me to drink it like it's nothin'. Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? No. Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Mom likes to donate our old clothes and stuffed animals. Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was a little kid when this happened, so. I don't know if my parents did. Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? HA, I do. I love "Who's That Girl." When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Wow, probably years... I really, really want one now, ha ha. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? Well, my sister's friend, anyway. I was just sitting on the computer in the living room and there they were on the couch just casually making out. Do you enjoy doing math? Fuuuuck no. Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh, I know she does. There are things she's done that I know I have plenty of missing details from, but I don't ask because I know they're sensitive subjects. Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? No. Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I usually just smile. Do you use scented soap in the shower? Yes. It smells like cinnamon rolls and it is HEAVENLY. Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No. Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Ha, Sara. Yeah. Dark or light colored jeans? Dark, 100%. I never wore light jeans. Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? No sir. Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? That's an even bigger "no." Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? No. What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? Idk. Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Thank fucking Christ I haven't. I am terrified of them. Have you ever colored your eyebrows? No. Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? Pain medicine, yes. Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No. I'm not interested to, either. Have you ever gotten dressed with the windows open? I definitely don't believe so. Have you ever taken a shower outside? At the beach, yes. If you could call it a "shower." Have you ever been to a junkyard? No. Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? No. If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? Probably a current iPhone. Apple is such a rip-off, but damn is the camera good lmao. Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? This will be my first Halloween in this house, so I really don't know if trick-or-treaters happen here. Do you like huskies? Love 'em, but I could neeeever own one with all that fur. What do you smell like? I'm always self-conscious over if I smell like sweat because of my hyperhidrosis. I hope not. Do you take your dog for walks? I don't have a dog. I used to take Teddy when he was younger, though. He loved those, but I stopped when I noticed his arthritis kicking in. Have you ever went paintballing? No. Seems stupid to me, honestly... Like that shit seems painful, so like, why??? What kind of movies are you drawn to? Horror and fantasy, mostly. I don't watch movies often. How often do you update your Facebook status? Just about never because I either just have nothing to say or am afraid of saying something stupid. I only ever share posts or pictures that appeal to me. What type of pet would you like to have? A Brazilian Black tarantula. :( I will whine about that until the day I get one, ha ha. I would also really, really like a plains hognose and a woma python. What breakfast are you most likely to have? Cereal. When you're starting to feel sick, you: It depends on what kind of "sick," but odds are I'm heading for the medicine cabinet. What colors are you most drawn to? Pastel ones. :') Light and pretty. What deadly sin are you most likely to commit? Sloth. When you're away from home, what makes you feel at home? "Having my stuff with me, like my laptop." <<<< Same. Do you prefer to lounge in a hot tub or swim in a pool? Swim. How many books do you have out in the public areas of your house? None. Who makes a better burger, in your opinion? Sonic. @_@ What do you like best about the holidays? Seeing my niece and nephew so excited. You think your eyes convey: Boredom, probably. Besides screaming for ice cream, what else do you scream for? If a bug surprises me by being on me. Well, depending on the bug. Do you like fried chicken? Noooo, it is so gross to me. What do you think of belly button piercings? They are SO cute imo. I want one, but I think it would look hideous on me. Maybe if I was actually thinner. Not saying bigger people can't wear belly button piercings, I just don't think it would look good on me. Do you like plain Lays potato chips? They're my favorite! I especially like the ruffled kind. Is there a big screen television in your house? In the living room, yeah. Would you rather no heat in winter or no A.C in summer? No heat in the winter, EASILY. I can't handle no A/C when it's hot. At least if you're cold, you can bundle up with tons of blankets. Have you ever had braces? I did for a long time because we couldn't afford to take them off. Do you do your own laundry? No, honestly. Mom likes to just do it all together, so I let her do it. Which do you prefer: English, Irish, or Australian accents? Irish. Is there anything on your bedroom door? Yeah! I got a "Meerkat Lover St." sign for my door. :') What is the best vegetable? Broccoli. Guys in eyeliner: Hot or not? That shit is h o t. Have you ever seen your favorite band live? No. :( Do you drink water or soda more often? Ugh, soda. Did you collect Pokemon cards back in the day? I didn't deliberately, but only because I was awkward about asking for Pokemon stuff because I thought people thought I was weird for being a girl and being obsessed with it. I think I got one pack. I really, really wish I'd been less self-conscious about that passion. Pet turtle: yay or nay? I'm personally not interested. Did anyone famous come from your town/city/school? Yeah, but I'm not sharing who. Have you ever seen a celebrity on the street? No. Have you ever pretended to be sick? To avoid school sometimes, yes. Can you ice skate? Never tried, too scared to. The blades terrify me. Do you have your nose pierced? No, but I want to have it redone. Do you loooove Tim Burton movies? I sure do! What arcade games do you like to play? I haven't been to an arcade in forever... but I liked the racing ones. What's the most expensive gift you've ever gotten for someone else? I'm not sure. Would you rather spend a whole day with your mom, or your dad? At this moment, probably my dad. We haven't hung out in a long time. What would you say if you found out your last ex was in a relationship? I'd be happy for her and tell her she'd better let me know if the person ever fucks up so I can kick some ass, ha ha. Are you easily confused? Very. I'm slow to understand things. Where was your MySpace/Facebook default taken? My bedroom. Can you whistle with your fingers in your mouth? No. I've never understood how that works. Do you like peanut butter? Love it.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''bubblegum bitch'' by marina and the diamonds

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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hey! can i request the valetine’s day prompt for joe liebgott!! 🥺💛 thank u friend!! :)

@noneofurbusinez asked : i am asking you for some liebgott valentine alphabets. do you accept?

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

He’s got a very carefully guarded tender side, and Joe’s affection is exactly that --- softer than expected. Physical contact is easy for him, so he loves that; he definitely shows his affection through touch, whether claps on the back or more sensual caresses.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh god, he’s absolutely not a bouquet type of person. The only reason he’s ever been in a garden was because he got lost and literally couldn’t find his way out. He tramples flowers and thinks they’ll grow back fine. Florists have him on a watchlist.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Bitch, he doesn’t have a favorite. Give him any chocolate, give him all chocolate. Once someone left a box of Hersheys’ bars in the sun for hours; Joe claimed them before they could be thrown out, and had the time of his life just slurping hot chocolate sauce.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Definitely not your stereotypical romantic date. He’d love to just... explore somewhere new, to be honest --- to make off with his partner and see what kind of hell they can raise. Joe’s got a naturally intrepid and curious nature, interested in other places, other things... he likes just wandering sometimes, and seeing where they end up. Having someone who’ll do this with him is just living the dream.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

For the love of god, please hug him. Joe wants hugs more than he knows how to admit; he’s thirsty for them. When given the opportunity, he will be a complete cuddlebug, but nothing makes him happier than having someone else initiate it first. However prickly his exterior might be, he loves physical contact, and really loves holding and being held. His hugs can be a little playful --- he might make a dirty joke or press cold hands to his partner’s back --- but overall he just wants to hold someone for a long time.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s got this wink that leaves whoever’s on the receiving end feeling mildly dirty and a little overheated all at once. Joe knows he’s a handsome guy, knows the sort of effect he has, and carries himself with confidence. Flirting isn’t something he has to try hard at; it comes easy to him, and he’s shameless with it.

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Well... he tries. He gives it his best effort. That’s the absolute most generous thing anyone can say about him, because showing up to a kid’s birthday party with a pack of socks or rocking up to Christmas with grill charcoal is not good gift giving, Joe. He tries to be thoughtful; his gifts always seem like good ideas at the time.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

That’s the thing. Joe’s lived and learned enough to know that he shouldn’t... but it’s not something he ever means to do. He’s a passionate guy, and doesn’t realize he’s falling in love ‘til he’s already too deep to get back up. It should scare him, but when he loves, he loves hard.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He has a gross soft side which comes out whenever he lets his guards down, and he feels comfortable doing this with no one moreso than his partner. Joe will say it a thousand times, just for the two of them alone. He’ll whisper it in their ear in public; he’ll trace hearts in the back of their hand while watching a movie; he’ll pull them close and mutter it over and over into the crook of their neck, just inhaling their presence. Joe loves saying “I love you”, but for him it’s a private thing. He doesn’t need to put it on display, because no one gets a piece of their love --- no one gets to love his partner the way he does.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Yeah, and he’s not subtle about it. He’ll straight-out ask his partner, “hey, what’s up with that guy? what’s he think he’s doing, touching you like that?” or, if he’s in a pissy mood, “what are you laughing with them for? I’m not funny enough for you?” It’s something he’ll grumble about, but there’s a line with Joe between sulky and genuinely upset. Once that’s crossed --- like, if something’s been going on too long, or he feels like someone ought to know better --- there might be fireworks.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Joe Liebgott has a dirty, dirty mouth, and he knows how to use it. He’s rough with his kisses, very passion-fueled, impulse driven; it’s all about taking and giving in return, a fragile equilibrium that Joe subconsciously understands how to tread. He never leaves his partner unsatisfied. All about the lip bites, and he definitely never restricts himself to mouth-to-mouth for long --- he’s a traveller. If he can kiss someone’s neck, their ear, their collarbone... Joe’s kisses happen in four different places at once. He can be overwhelming sometimes, which is just how he likes it.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

He loves his Ma to death --- would literally murder for her, or at least help her hide the body, because she’s more than capable of doing it herself. Joe’s very devoted to his family; to everyone he loves, really. That can have its downsides, too --- if he feels like he needs to put distance between himself and his loved ones, he’s more likely to do it fast, like ripping off a band-aid, because he thinks it’ll hurt less.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s a morning person, regrettably, but that doesn’t mean he wants to, like... have sex and stuff. No way. There’s stuff to see, things to visit, places to do... he’s more tired at night, but a tired Joe is at his softest and most romantic.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Again, it’s all about the mouth, baby. He’s everywhere at once, just... exploring. There’s really no stopping him; once he sets his mind to pleasuring his partner, he’s gonna make it good, and no one gets to rush him. Really into hair pulling --- his own, not his partner’s --- and loves to fight for dominance in bed. If his partner is putting up a good fight, trying to wrestle with him for control, it’s a huge thrill. Don’t get him wrong, Joe loves enthusiastic consent. He craves it --- getting to get under his partner’s skin, get them to make those noises, to gasp his name until they’re screaming it, so out of their mind with pleasure that they don’t stand a chance of keeping quiet... Joe’s a dirty talker, sometimes rougher than he means to be, but very enthusiastic in bed.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

He... jesus, fuck, he doesn’t know. Shit. He tries? Yeah. Fuck. Fuck yeah, he tries, he gives it his damn best, stop fucking questioning him, huh?

(Boy’s got a filthy mouth.)

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

B o o b i e s . No, okay, Joe likes... he likes something to hold onto, okay? He’s a skinny bastard as it is, but wouldn’t like that in a partner at all. He needs something, be it muscle or softness or something else. Curvy girls and muscley guys are both exactly his type. Aside from that --- Joe needs someone who’ll scream at him, okay? It’s not a kink, except maybe it is, except he needs it sometimes. He needs it like he needs to remember to eat and sleep and pee; he needs a partner who’s not afraid to deck his goddamn halls, and remind him to get his head out of his ass. Joe will holler back, and he needs someone who won’t be intimidated by that; it’s a massive catharsis for both of you to just scream sometimes.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’s got this, guys. It’s okay, he’s got this. Joe has cycled through about a dozen Perfect Ways to pop the question. Inevitably, when he does, it will be nothing like he had planned; it might even be spontaneous, like over a bucket of chicken wings, or in the middle of an argument. It just comes out, because it’s been on his mind for so long, that he can hardly believe he and his partner aren’t married at this point. How fast can they fix that?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s not... a romantic guy, definitely not. He’s not good at all the “candles and gondola rides” cliches... but Joe’s romantic in his own way. He’ll think up surprises just to get a grin out of his partner, watch their favorite movies to cheer them up, make some elaborate breakfast-in-bed because he was “just up early, okay”... he’ll go out of his way to learn an entire Broadway-class wedding dance, just for them. Don’t expect love poetry from him, but he does his absolute best.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had a few girls who thought he was a cutie, but Joe was stuck in the “girls are icky” phase for years --- he had a bunch of older sisters, he was prejudiced! --- so it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to entertain.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

Nah. He believes in love, sure, but he’s too much of a cynic to think there’s anything “true” about it. Nothing’s certain like that.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

In... multiple ways, at various points in his life, most of them not even romantic. Yeah, he’s got a very bruised apple in there.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

It’s commercial garbage. His favorite thing to do is raid all the convenience stores the day after, and buy a horrifying amount of chocolate at half-price. He’ll share if someone asks nicely, because he’s a saint like that.

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. He craves that domestic bliss, okay? Even before meeting the right person, he’s got plans, he’s got ambitions, he’s got dreams... and Joe’s not much of a romantic, but when he meets that person, then he just knows. You know the teenage girls who plan their weddings on Pinterest boards and flowery notebooks, right down to the silverware they’ll use and the types of flowers they’ll carry? Yeah, that’s Joe. He’s ready.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

He uses pet names in German, and knows exactly how damn cringy it is, but it sounds better than English somehow. More romantic, y’know? He carries a lot of pet names from his own childhood, like “liebling” and “Mausebär” (his mother’s favorite, always used with Joe when he was a kid --- “mouse-bear”) forward, eager to use them on his own kids. Also very fond of, like... “baby”, “sweetheart”, “doll”, stuff that sounds kind of ridiculous to his own ears but feels right in the moment.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Do you even have to ask? He’ll kick anyone’s ass. He’ll kick his own ask. If someone he loves is in trouble, Joe’s there and he’s already swinging. He’s ride-or-die for the people he loves, until the moon falls from the sky.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Well, the Torah doesn’t say it’s wrong, does it? Like, does it explicitly say, “no, you’re not allowed to do that”? Is his dick gonna fall off? No? Okay! That’s all Joe needs to know. He’s very open to sex, and is usually willing --- so long as the mood is right and the partner’s a good match, he’s down for anything. So... yeah, there’ve been a good few.

#joseph liebgott #headcanons #wexhappyxfew

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Weird “Keep them Warm pt. 4″

He ha, boy do I have something some of you guys are going to absolutely hate :) The final installment of this little mini series, and boy did it get just a little bit creepy though I totally didn’t intend for that to happen.

Hope you all enjoy!

“Hey little, Bro! So good to see you.”

“Knew I shouldn’t have picked up the phone.”

“Look your practically glowing, come on guys can't you see the glow.”

Adam shook his head and sighed at his three grinning brothers on the other end of the video call. Despite living in different parts of the county, somehow they had managed to set aside time to get together and call him.

“So when’s the gender reveal?”

“Yeah have you come up with names. I have one of those baby name books right here, we can come up with them, as a family.”

“Can’t wait to see if they have your eyes lil’ bro….. or you know maybe your limbs. You never know with alien human hybrids..”

Adam leaned back on his bed resting his head against them all staring up at the ceiling, “Ha ha…. ha you guys are hilarious.”

“I think we are…. don’t you guys think so” Jeremy asked the others who nodded grinning at each other with smug expressions. David was nudged bodily to the side, and his partner, Jordan, inserted himself into the frame.]

“Ignore them, Adam. What they mean to ask is if you’re ok, and if there is anything they can do to help.”

Adam smiled at his brother’s better half, “See that’s right you load of assholes. Jordan’s nice to me, he understands.”

David nudged his partner out of camera view with a fond smile, “He doesn’t understand. If we don’t bother you then who else will?” He looked off camera smiling, but received only a snort of derision and probably an eye roll. He eventually turned back grinning, “Humoring my better half though. Are you ok?”

Adam sighed leaning back against the wall, “Yeah, I’m alright….. totally over it though. I’m hungry and cold all the time. Everything smells weird, and I haven’t exactly been sleeping great. They keep telling me it should be over soon, but of course they can’t predict when.”

Thomas shifted himself to a better position on the couch, “Ok, you know I need to hear how this even happened in the first place. I mean we knew you had a thing for aliens, but we didn’t exactly expect this.”

“Thanks….. for that, Thomas.” He groaned, “And it was a complete miscommunication and the unfortunate fact that I have a high body heat. She probably thought it was the best way to seal a peace talk. You know, if she takes some of our DNA, than that makes us practically family, and what could be more of a peace offering than that.”

“What was it like.” Jeremy wondered leaning forward in his seat.

David opened his mouth to protest, “If you don’t want-“

He raised a hand, “No no, its ok. Honestly the worst part is the fact that she looks like a massive ass spider with a wolf head, I thought she was going to eat me, or maybe lay her eggs down my throat, one of the two. I guess in the grand scheme of things, the eggs were evolutionarily meant to be parasitic, so it was like being implanted with a giant tic. It was cold ... and.” He shivered “Slimy. Luckily I didn’t feel the little fibers burrowing into my organs, I’m sure that would have been unpleasant.”

“WHAT! Burrowing into your WHAT!.”

Adam shrugged, “Well, they have to get food and nutrition somehow, right?”

“That is ... absolutely disgusting.” Thomas pointed out pulling a face.

“Dude, that’s kind of sick, I’m sorry to hear that.” David said a little more sympathetically than the rest of them had.

“Can we see.” Jeremy asked in mild excitement.

Adam groaned, but agreed. Resting back and stretching out. HE pulled his shirt up far enough to reveal the six black eggs and then turned the camera to face them.

“UHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL!”

“Dude, that is sick… and nasty.”

“Kinda cool though.”

Adam readjusted and sat back up again, “Yeah imagine what they’ll look like when they come out. Not entirely sure how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

“It’ll be cool. I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll manage.”

Thomas sat up a little straighter and leaned forward, “You know, speaking of your thing for aliens, there is something we have been meaning to ask you.’

The other two brothers turned to look at each other, “Really Thomas, you’re gong to ask that now?”

“It’s a good a time as any.”

Adam sat back against his pillows face bathed in the blue light of the projection, “What are you guys talking about.” He glanced quickly towards the door and then to the clock on the wall.

It was late, everyone should be asleep by now.

“Look Adam, we…. well we don’t mean to make assumptions.” Jeremy began

“And we completely support you, whatever your decision is.” David continued.

“But we were wondering……” Jeremy rubbed his hands together nervously, as if not sure how to ask the question that was on his mind. For the life of him, Adam couldn’t imagine what would make the three of them so nervous.

“Well you see… our question is.”

“Are you and Sunny dating?��

Adam’s eyes went wide as the rest of the brothers began trying to cover for Thomas re-phrasing his words in so many ways to make the question seem less invasive, but none of them denied asking the question.

Of course it would be Thomas to ask something that blunt.

“Like, its ok if you are.”

“Yeah we just wanted to know.”

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want.”

“We promise we won’t tell anyone.”

Adam finally regain himself and waved his had at the group of them, “Look guys, its really late here, so….”

“Wait, Adam, please don’t hang up, forget we asked anything.”

He simly gave them a smile, “Love you guys, don’t do anything stupid.” Then he shut off the camera and leaned back onto his pillows staring up at the dark ceiling above. He had left the viewing window open partially tonight, and turned on his side to watch the swirling bands of Jupiter roll past his window.

It was a pretty crazy sight, but somehow relaxing.

He had no idea when he had fallen asleep distracted and lost in his thoughts as he was, but he did remember waking up.

He woke up cold, unusually cold. At first he assumed it was just the fact that he had fallen asleep atop the covers, but as he shifted, and eruption of goosebumps ran up his arms and back as something cold and wet rolled down his stomach and left leg.

He froze.

He ... hadn't wet the bed or something ... had he?

Slowly, he reached a hand down and began patting at the covers below him. They were wet, and cold and….. slimy….?

Gross.

He reached a hand upwards patting as his shirt and sides. The shirt he wore was absolutely drenched and sticky. As he brought his hand away, he could feel a string of mucus clinging to his fingers. In the dim light reflected from Jupiter, he could just barely see the delicate string of glittering form his fingertips.

He dropped his hand to the fabric, and his hand brushed over something, whatever it was, it was slimy, cold and furry. He jerked his hand away paralyzed by the dark and the trembling fear that rolled through his body. The only sound he could hear in the darkness was his own ragged breath. He stayed very still for the longest time eyes wide.

And then…. something moved. His stomach churned with fear as… whatever it was crawled its way up his body. He could feel it’s multiple limbs as small, hard points of pressure crawling up his stomach and onto his chest. Tears of fear sprang to his eyes, but he was too afraid to move unsure of what the creature was going to do? For all he knew, the thing was going to burrow into his skin and eat him as it’s first meal.

His body trembled as the weight move closer and closer to his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. A cold pint of pressure came in contact with the skin of his collarbone, and his body trembled. More lines of cold dripped their way down his sides and onto the blankets below.

ANother cold, furry, limb pressed it’s weight onto his upper chest, then another, and then another.

He waited for the thing, perhaps to scuttle towards his face, or mouth ready to burrow into his insides and use his chest cavity as a cocoon, but instead, it seemed to turn in a circle, and curled up on his exposed skin between the junction of his neck and collar bones.

He grew dizzy realizing he had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. When he started ack up, his breaths came in ragged gasps. He looked at the door hoping that someone would come to check on him, for whatever reason, and HELP him. When no one did, he wanted to scream, but was too afraid of what might happen if he did.

The wet sheets were like ice on his back, legs and stomach, with his shirt plastered to his stomach.

Somewhere in the dark, there was a soft crackling noise, kind of wet too like the fracturing of a chicken egg. He whimpered, but was cut off as the thing on his neck shifted. A line of cold rolled down his right side.

He waited there in horrible suspense as the cracking continued. Something wiggled on his opposite side.

SOmething else moved. His entire torso flexed against the feeling, as, wet and cold, and slimy, the thing moved under his shirt, up the line of his sternum and onto his chest. TIny hairs tickled at his skin.

He felt as if his larynx were about to crawl out of his throat and GTFO. HIs mouth trembles and his eyes burned staring up into the darkness. WHatever it was, it curled up against the warmth of his skin, something tiny and mobile prodding at the muscle underneath.

He gritted his teeth and moaned softly, “Help.” but was too afraid to say anything else, any louder worried that he would agitate the creatures.

It was a horribly and horrifically slow process. He was freezing and covered in an unknown and unmentionable substance. Something tricked away across his stomach, down onto his arm. At his hand, more sensitive, than the rest of his body, he could feel ten searching legs, and a strange covering of course fuzz, like a tarantula.

His body trembled as the thing crawled up his arm, eventually making its way onto his shoulder. His entire body was just a mass of fizzing static as all his nerves fired in panic trying to tell him something was crawling on him, like he didn’t already know. He tried turning his head away, but that agitated the thing towards his collar bone, and he was forced to remain still.

The one on his shoulder inched forward prodding at his neck, and his jaw, his ear and his cheek. He felt as if ice were crystallizing over his skin. His eyes were squeezed shut. Finall the creature crawled downwards onto the pillow, and burrowed itself in the tiny hollow esteem his neck and the pillow.

He could feel it breathing.

That happened three more times, and every time his body grew colder with the slimy substance. Something made itself comfortable under the junction of one of his knees. Another burrowed under his back , and the last curled itself against his upper thigh.

He didn’t sleep trapped in some sort of living nightmare afraid for what was to happen if he owed.

***

Sunny was carrying another breakfast tray. She had made it a point to bring Adam breakfast the past two months. She wanted him to know that someone had his back. Besides, she liked the company, and when he was out working, he was often stolen away from her for more important matters

Instead of complaining or getting in his way, she made things work.

She didn’t much bother knocking anymore, since she came at the same time every day, and he was usually already up and waiting for her. She opened the door with one of her lower arms listening to the familiar hiss, and stopped.

Sensing her movement, the automatic lights slowly adjusted upwards.

She dropped the trey.

“ADAM!”

The bed was absolutely covered in blood. It soaked the blankets and the pillow, and tracks of it trailed up his arms, onto his neck, and on His face.

She rushed forward shocked to find he was still alive!.

His single green eye was wide with panic, though he didn’t move.

“Adam a-“

HIs right hand raised at her, and his mouthed moved pleadingly for her help.

That’s when she saw it. It was only one creature as far as she knew, but she began to spot signs of the others, though the one on his neck was the most obvious. It was about fist sized, from what she could see it looked like a white and grey ball covered in blood. The skin of its body was a strange grey color, and from it’s skin stuck little white-blond hairs heavier in some places than in others. As she watched the creature lifted it’s head catching her gaze with striking green eyes.

Like its earlier species, the creature had a wolffish head with a snout, nose and ears, but the face, instead of looking like the muscle underneath, was covered in a layer of human-like skin and a light dusting of blond fuzz over that.

It opened its mouth wide with a yawn , the interior a bloody pink, without any teeth to speak of.

“The fuck.” SHe whispered.

***

Dr. Katie and Krill were much less perturbed by the scene. While Kril was busy with Adam, Dr. Katie gently reached down to pick up the creature resting on his chest, “Well hello there.” Sunny watched in horrified fascination as the things spidery legs were revealed, curled under its body. The mouth of the creature opened and closed as doctor Katie tilted it this way and that gently examining the legs and the tiny head.

She handed it to an assistant who, somewhat hesitantly, cleaned the creature off with a soft-wet cloth.

It opened its mouth again, and as it did the room was filled with a quiet squalid.

“What the fuck.” One of the Nurses repeated mirroring Sunny’s reaction from earlier.

“Behind…. my head…. get it off…. get it off.” The man moaned lifting his head slightly as Dr Katie reached behind his head pulling out the second tiny body. THis one had scales AND hair, which was a very strange look. It too had a rather wolffish looking head. She examined it and then handed it off to a PA

Sunny patted his hand as the rest were removed, and Dr. Krill looked him over, “Don’t worry, Commander, it isn’t your blood, or at least not entirely. It would have been inside the eggs, so take a few deep breaths, alright. Your blood pressure is starting to scare me.”

Dr Katie had one of the PA’s cut away the wet fabric of his shirt, retrieving a rather miffed hatchling who glowered at her with large- blue eyes, “They’re kinda cute.” She added tilting the one she held onto its back giggling as it snapped at her hand toothless.

“Under my back.” Adam muttered softly cringing as the creature moved in response to his speech.

All together they retrieved all six, and adam eventually sat up. He looked exhausted to sunny, and was shivering horribly. It looked like a horror show covered in blood-colored goo. As he moved, the egg-shells shifted and slid to the side dripping red fluid.

WIth one shaking hand the commander reached down and dislodged the egg remnants. The skin below was unusually pale and rather slimy looking, but otherwise unharmed, as was the muscle below that.

Under where each egg had rested were two tiny scabbed-over dots barely noticeable as anything other than freckles.

Sunny hurried over, and helped the man stand on his single leg, supporting much of his weight as he sagged into her, “That was some bullshit.” He muttered head resting against her arm.

“You’ll feel better after a shower she urged helping him over to the door, and looking back at Krill, who nodded in agreement, “We will examine these….. well, whatever they are.”

Dr. Katie leaned over the towel-lined box smiling and cooing at the little creatures, “They’re so cute!.” SHe exclaimed, “In a really uncanny valley sort of way.”

Adam shivered, and vanished behind the door as the rest of the medical staff stripped the bed, throwing the leftover contents into biohazard bags. Dr. Katie appropriated the box and left the room cooing and giggling to herself as she went.

The commander emerged well over an hour after he had entered, skin scrubbed to a bright red looking much more put together than when they had found him. Sunny helped him to the chair, and he pulled on his prosthetic, “You ok.” She wondered.

He looked up at her a bit ruefully, “Probably only number ... ten on my roughest night list, but I think I’m ok. Let’s go take a look at my progeny.

The staff in the medical bay of the UNSC headquarters stepped aside to let them through. THere was a large circle of people trying to get a good look at Dr. Katie and her box. At least three PAs from the ship were helping her to weigh, test and catalogue the creatures, who seeed less than happy to being handled the way they were.

Adam was rather hesitant on approaching, but once he did his natural curiosity overruled whatever experience he had the night before, and he leaned in to examine one of them, “The original ones didn’t have hair, did they.” He wondered reaching out a finger to stroke the tiny hairs sticking up from the creature’s body.

“No, “ Dr. Krill commented, “The original ones weren’t warm blooded either. It looks like they have incorporated the human visual system, warm bloodedness, dermis, hair, and larynx.”

“Creepy.” Adam said leaning in a little bit closer, as he did, the four creatures which sat on the table turned towards him simultaneously sniffing the air with their tiny noses. Adam pulled back a bit, but it appeared as if they caught his scent and recognized him. Together, they scuttled across the tub, clambered over the wall, rushed across the table, and one of them managed to make its way onto his arm and hand before he could pull away.

He had to try very hard not to squeal and throw the thing off as it scurried up his arm, onto his shoulder before dropping itself into the pocket on the chest of his shirt with an indignant grumble.

He craned his neck downwards and was received by a set of angry grey eyes looking up at him reproachfully as if wondering why he had abandoned them to be poked and prodded. The rest of the medical staff muttered quietly from behind.

“Ok……”

On the table before him, the creatures were mewing unhappily.

WIth one hesitant hand, he reached outward, placing his palm against the table. It didn’t take long for the creatures to sense him, and moved forward crawling one by one up his arm. When they couldn’t find anywhere comfortable to rest like the first had, they settled with clinging to his shoulders.

He turned to face Sunny arms held out a bit uncomfortably, “Well, this….. is my life now.”

Sunny hummed deep in her chest, “Super cute, its a good look for you.”

“Dr. Katie walked over with the two remaining creatures duped in either hand, “Wait, we aren’t done yet.”

By the end, he had one in his pocket, two on his right shoulder one on his left and two clinging from his belt loops.

He sighed, “Well I guess it could be worse.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced of that in the next moment, as the one on his right belt loop crawled up under his shirt, practically using his spins as a ladder.

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authorwiththedragontattoo · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy and the choice between what’s right and what’s easy

so this is just a little character study of draco malfoy in the fourth harry potter film: harry potter and the goblet of fire

No warnings apply / general audiences

mostly canon compliant (i took a few liberties here and there, but only minor things)

enjoy!

“Don’t boast, Draco.”

Like a brick wall, Lucius Malfoy’s dictatorial words brought Draco Malfoy’s frivolous bravado to a humiliating halt. The thud of Lucius’ cane knocked the breath from Draco’s lungs and left the playful taunting in his throat.

He hadn’t meant to start showing off so ungracefully, he had always been told that the key to undermining your peers was not to crassly exhibit your superiority; but to get under their skin and have them slowly doubt their own worth against your poise and position until all it took was a look for them to cower back into their place.

Draco had never been very good at that.

Seeing the Weasley’s, and fucking Potter and Granger so joyously carefree and indecently elated caused such a juvenile need to prove himself better than them in the only way he knew how. His ivory cheeks flushed a hue of pink as shame began to burn in his stomach for allowing himself to act so childish in front of his father; who was able to cut deep into the self-esteem of those around him with only a well constructed glance.

“There’s no need with these people.”

Draco nodded and composed himself. His father was right of course, he had nothing to prove to his classmates, he shouldn’t care what they think of him. He wouldn’t. He knew he was significantly greater than them in many aspects, and he didn’t need the approval of a couple of low-lives and a mudblood to know this.

Yet as they walked away he itched to turn around and see what they were saying about him.

“That always was your biggest weakness, Draco. Your craving for attention.”

Suddenly becoming painfully aware of every inch of his skin, every movement of his muscles and every twitch in his face, Draco pushed back his shoulders, lifted his chin and set his face in stone.

“Yes, father.”

Draco agreed with him, he did crave attention. It was a nasty habit he hadn’t been able to shake just yet. He knew his place, his power, his position. He had many admirers and many more people who feared him, that was good. It was the people who seemed disinterested in him that made him want to scream until there was not a single witch or wizard who didn’t know who he was.

Potter and his little gaggle of Gryffindors particularly set off this little adverse reaction. He figured if he couldn’t get Potter’s respect or his fear; he would keep pushing until he hated him so much that just the sound of the name ‘Draco’ had Potter’s blood boiling.

Nasty little habit.

“Do better, we’re in public.”

“Yes father.”

The Quidditch match had started and the stadium pulsated with life. Loud music, louder chants, fireworks and light shows, flags, novelty hats, banners, it was all so festive, bursting at the seams with excitement and thrill.

Well, outside it was, inside the Ministers box it was rather dull. There was a certain etiquette with those types Draco was learning. Standing up to cheer had earned him a smack on the knee with the snake head of his father’s cane. He was to sit straight and clap politely, just like if he were anywhere else.

He was feeling awfully left out of the festivities.

But that was a good thing, Draco reasoned. He wasn’t on par with the people here anyway, he was above them all, he was in the Minister's box for heaven's sake. If he felt left out, he was doing the right thing. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Even if it was boring.

A particularly loud cry rang in Draco’s ear, and a glance up to find the source told him that Potter and the Weasleys were within his view. He saw them all standing, painted faces; leaning as far over the gate as they could without falling 100 feet onto the turf. They looked thrilled to be there, each one clapping and cheering, huge smiles on each of their rotten faces.

There it was again, the burning desire to tell them all that they may be having fun but he was in the Minister’s box, and his suit probably cost more than all their clothes put together, and that Ronald’s hair was dumb, and…

A nudge in his side brought Draco’s attention back to his father seated next to him.

“Don’t even give those people a second glance.”

Draco settled back in his seat, looking forward with an expressionless face,

“Of course father”.

Hogwarts was buzzing with an energy Draco hadn’t seen at the school before. A mixture of the visitation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the Tri-Wizard tournament and yet another Potter scandal left the school feeling unsettled yet so lively.

Unfortunately, the Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs didn’t know of the social order at Hogwarts, and the other students had seemed to have forgotten their place. And while Draco felt order needed to be restored to the school, he wasn’t near stupid enough to try and square up to a Durmstrang, no matter how much sawdust filled their skulls.

So of course, Draco made the very mature and politically sound move to mass produce “Harry Potter Stinks” badges. Because if there was ever a person he could rely on to brighten his day with his delightful sensitivity to Draco’s bullying, it was Potter. The badges actually sold a lot better than he expected, perhaps he did think too highly of the boy.

He could hear his father’s voice in the back of his head, berating him for his attention seeking and crude attack on his enemies. The art of subtlety was something Lucius Malfoy had perfected to climb the social ladder, while Draco still favoured petty pranks and mean jabs wherever he could.

His father’s voice was a little easier to ignore when he was in Hogwarts.

“I don’t give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy!”

Potter was riled up and heading straight towards Draco. His teasing had stung Potter better than he ever could have hoped, and Draco loved it. He even threw a blow to Draco’s shoulder; which was new and unexpected although not entirely unwelcome. Draco had never been able to break his little resolve with such a mild insult before, although he supposes a life threatening tournament you’re not even supposed to be allowed in will do that to a person.

“He’s vile, and cruel. And you’re just pathetic.”

Well, Draco can’t really fault him for the truth. His father is vile and cruel, no one; not even Lucius himself would deny that. And Draco was acting pretty pathetic, trying to get his attention fix by poking Potter with a stick until he explodes.

Didn’t stop him reaching for his wand though, the fun with Harry wasn’t over yet.

Until it was, and he was pulling ferret hair from his teeth for a week.

Draco was surprised by how much fun he had at the Yule Ball. He expected it to be much like the many, many galas he had been forced to attend at the manor, although thinking back it was a pretty stupid assumption to make. The Malfoy galas were always filled with rich old people that his parents were always trying to impress. So they mainly consisted of Draco spending the majority of the time plastering a smile on his face as he stood bored out of his mind listening to these people drone on and on.

The night of the Yule Ball was already more thrilling than Malfoy galas when Draco got to watch Potter make an utter fool of himself with his laughable skills in dance, throwing that poor Patil girl around like a rag doll.

Draco had a significantly more successful dance with the beautiful Beauxbaton girl who he had brought as his date. Well, technically he was her date, since she asked him. Draco had planned to ask Pansy, since they were friends and he refused to show up without a date, but when the Beauxbaton asked him he wasn’t about to say no to such a beautiful girl, Malfoy or not.

She had cool, black skin which she had beautifully highlighted silver with a dusting of glitter over her high cheekbones and prominent collarbone to match the shimmering floor-length gown she wore. Twinkling gems and beads twisted through her hair which was pinned back to reveal her intense stare.

Admittedly, she left Draco momentarily breathless.

She could dance very well, they both could. He had been forced to learn from a young age so he could impress possible suitors as well as business partners and other pureblood families. They gracefully glided across the dance floor into the waltz Professor McGonagall had taught them with ease, brushing past the more awkward couples and weaving collaboratively between the couples that actually could dance.

There was plenty of attention on him, as he always preferred; but there was another element to the night, something he didn’t often feel.

After the orchestral music had ended and the band began to play, Draco moved to step off the dance floor and maybe stand in the corner looking intimidating for a while, but before he could leave his date grabbed his hand and insisted he dance a little longer. He wasn’t going to do it until she asked him if he was “too chicken to let your hair down once in a while”; he wasn’t one to be so easily manipulated but the girl had a way of challenging him with her eyes; and he was never one to back down from a challenge.

It had taken a moment, as casual dancing was definitely not something his dance teacher had taught him, but eventually he allowed his body to move with the music in an unrehearsed yet hopefully graceful manner. It came with ease to the Beauxbaton girl, who’s lithe frame moved with ease, as if she was one with the music.

He began to take less and less notice of the people who were staring at him; (as to be expected, he had a beautiful date and he looked rather dashing in the heart-wrenchingly expensive dress robes he wore), but instead focused only on the high he was getting from dancing so freely, so impulsive and sporadic, none of it rehearsed or practiced. It was an odd but addictive feeling, dancing for the fun of it, with no personal gain in mind but to enjoy the music and to feel your partner's energy fuel your own.

When the night came to an end, Draco felt an unexpected sadness to realise he had never gotten the girls name, and he’s pretty sure he never gave her his. Now that really was unexpected, for just one night, Draco had forgotten he was a Malfoy. And he didn’t feel too awful about it either.

The second task of the Tri-Wizard tournament was much more eerie and much less enjoyable than the first task. With the dragons, the audience could see everything unfold, witness everything that happened to the champions and stay on top of the action. With this task they just had to watch them be submerged by the black water of the lake and wait an hour to see if they come back up again. And it was cold. And there were no seats.

The other contestants came back up well within the time they were expected to, and Draco teased that of course Potter would be the one dawdling. Ever the Slytherin he mentioned to Crabbe how he hopes Potter doesn’t ever resurface, and that he dies down there.

It had begun as his usual snide remark, but as the clock ticked closer to the hour and Weasley and the Delacour girl rose with no Potter in sight his joke started to look more and more like a potential reality.

Draco weighed this outcome over in his mind for a short while, before deciding that isn’t really what he wants, despite his bravado. Potter didn’t deserve to die at the bottom of a lake that stunk of squid, and to be honest, Draco couldn’t quite imagine a life without Potter in it for him to wind up.

He didn’t need to start coming to terms with this future for long though, as the attention seeking git he is he flew out of the water and splattered onto the deck like a fish out of water.

“Bugger, really thought that was the last we would ever see of him” Crabbe muttered next to him.

“Yeah” Draco replied, feeling the weight on his chest lighten a little, before pushing down the hat of a slimy, kissarse first year.

Draco knew something was wrong as soon as Potter’s body slammed to the ground, with a limp Diggory beneath him.

The band played and the crowd cheered, but there was something wrong, seconds had passed and Diggory still didn’t move, and Potter was sprawled desperately over his body.

Draco has never seen a dead body before, but he was sure that was what he was looking at as the music suddenly stopped and a scream echoed throughout the stadium.

Draco had thought many times what a dead body would look like, often having morbid daydreams about seeing the lifeless bodies of his enemies on the floor at his feet. But he knew now those daydreams had been horribly wrong.

He’d always just visualised dead bodies as if they were asleep, eyes closed and lying still. That wasn’t how Cedric looked at all. His eyes were wide open, the soul in them long gone. And he didn’t look like he was sleeping. He looked like a shell that had been left to rot. Draco cursed the nausea that built in his stomach.

Potter was snatching himself away from any helping hand that tried helping him up, clinging to Cedric’s body as if his life depended on it - which for all they knew, it had. He was screaming something to Dumbledore, but Draco couldn’t make it out amongst all the commotion.

Draco looked at Potter's face, it was so full of anguish, and fear, and defeat. Crumpled in sorrow as he sobbed helplessly into Dumbledore’s hands.

Draco wasn’t sure he liked it as much as he always thought he would.

“Cedric Diggory was murdered… by Lord Voldemort!”

In a way, Draco knew that name was coming. But it didn’t stop how suddenly his blood seemed to run cold.

His parents had been acting strange over Christmas. They were easily agitated, snapping at Draco much more frequently than he was used to. They were much more secretive than usual too, Draco often found them whispering to each other, lowering their voices more when Draco walked into a room. His father in particular had been distant, often lost in thought and especially jumpy if Draco accidentally startled him. On one unfortunate occasion Draco got clocked in the jaw by not announcing himself before coming up behind Lucius. Once he realised what he had done, Lucius apologised profusely and then held Draco close to his chest. Draco found this even stranger than the punch in the face. Violent outbursts were not something Lucius frequently had but Draco found them to be higher on the list of ‘Things Lucius Malfoy would do’ than to apologise and then hug his son.

He hadn’t known why at the time, and didn’t dare ask; but when he saw Cedric Diggory’s stiff, lifeless body on the pitch, well… Draco was smart enough to piece things together.

The mention of the Dark Lord’s name suddenly made the air feel a whole lot heavier. The hall they were in was big but Draco felt no better than if he had been stuffed into a cupboard with no room to breathe.

Much like the rest of the Wizarding world, his name was something that was not allowed to be mentioned in the Malfoy house. Draco had said it only once before, out of ignorance when he was about 10 years old. His father became suddenly very angry and his mother had hurried him away to his room. They fought that night, his parents, Draco could hear them from his room. He never understood why, but as he grew, he learned himself that his father was a Deatheater.

They never told him, but he wasn’t stupid.

And now, the name that left his father violently angry and scared his mother in a way that made her eyes cloud over and her grip to become painfully tight was being spoken in Hogwarts; because he was back, and he had killed someone.

Draco wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. He was a Slytherin, and he was pureblood. Surely he should be happy he’s back, happy his father doesn’t have to cower away from the name as he grips his always covered forearm.

But, he didn’t feel happy in the slightest. Instead, he felt a suffocating dread push him down, as if willing him to melt into the floor.

And honestly, in this moment Draco doesn’t think he’d mind silently melting into the floor, never to be heard of again.

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Nidira ‘Dee’ Trent for @kit-cat-sims Sammy Fritz!

Master Actress | Bro - Creative - Carefree Musical Theater Actress | Part-time Swim Instructor

private dl if chosen hi howdy im a mess

Nidira, known most often as Dee, was born and raised on the sunny beaches of Sulani. Her father ran boat tours with his glass-bottom boat, showing visitors the wonders of the ocean while her mother cared for the family. Money was usually tight; Dee has two older sisters and two older brothers, and at the time her elderly grandmother was living with them as well so the family could take care of her.

Dee was always a girl of many passions, many interests. Every day it was a new dream. ‘I want to go into space!’ ‘I’m going to study dinosaurs!’ ‘I’ll be a veterinarian!’ Her parents were hard-pressed to get her to focus long enough to take care of her school work and even then, the moment they got her sat down and looked away for half a second she’d be sprinting out the door to get into the water.

They say you’re more likely to be killed by a cow than by a shark, and while that may be true, there are things a person can do to avoid either of those things. Maybe it was that Dee went out swimming after dusk, a carefree teen showing off to her friends. Maybe it was the splashing and the hollering, the great commotion they made flopping off the dock. Or maybe it was the shimmering anklet she wore that gave some tantalizing glint in the moonlight. Maybe it was just bad luck that resulted in a parents’ nightmare; waking to the sound of their child’s screams.

Surely it needn’t be said that she survived, but the leg didn’t. And, understandably, it was a good few years before she was ready to get into the water again.

While she’d always been a girl of flighty fantasies, Nidira had a few constants in her life. She loved to sing since she was young, and come Sundays when her mother decided to rouse the household into a mass clean, Tracy Chapman and India Arie became the soundtrack of their day. Nana Trent was quite a songbird in her day and when the old show tunes started playing she couldn’t stop her toes from tapping. So, too, did Dee love the stage. Enrolled in whatever young musical theater projects, classes and extracurricular activities that her parents could afford, her love for the stage developed early.

Despite being a bit of a distracted student, Dee still managed to secure a modest scholarship and an audition at an acting academy in Del Sol Valley.

But Nidira’s path didn’t lead immediately to success. In all fairness, it still hasn’t. She’s acted and sang in a great many musical productions, worked her ass off in the theater, received as much training as she could afford -- but to no meteoric rise to fame just yet, despite having the talent, having the drive and the work ethic. A matter of connection, maybe. A matter of being in the right place at the right time.

Whatever the reason, her musical theater is little more than a passion at the moment. It doesn’t pay the bills, so she instructs kids swimming lessons as her part-time employment and works on her craft as often as possible.

Her most recent role in a small theater production of Hairspray as Seaweed is coming to an end just in time for her to be eligible to apply to Sammy Fritz’s bachelor show. What she knows about him she knows from the tabloids, from industry chatter or small-time actresses that claim to have worked with him and sometimes more.

Is there more to him than the tabloids show, than the rumours would have her believe? Dee is willing to put it all on the line to find out the guy’s truth.

Personality: • Easy-going. Dee has never really been one to sweat the small stuff, but facing constant rejection, criticism and critique in her profession has only heightened her ability to let it all roll off the duck’s back, so to speak. • Chameleon. While Nidira tends to present as put-together, well-dressed and organized when she’s in positions that could benefit or damage her career, she’s a much more casual woman by nature. Her rehearsal clothes usually consist of sweatpants and a big sweater, occasionally her pajamas. She can dress up to play arm candy and is more than happy to do so, but her natural form is dressed down. • Kind. The Trent family values kindness above all else. Beauty, smarts, fitness, none of it means anything if you’re unkind. Nidira can’t afford to put out grand monetary gestures but she often puts ten bucks toward the next person in line’s groceries, moves starfish from the beach back into the water and never hesitates to help someone with their groceries. She believes that when she’s in the ground, the only thing worth leaving behind is the memory that she was kind. • Outgoing. Dee is not the type to slink into a corner at a party; she’s out making friends, starting up conversations and introducing herself to everyone she can. Her laughter can usually be heard and distinguished from across a room. • DIY. Growing up without a lot of money, Dee learned how to get things done herself. She cuts her own hair, hems her own pants, can do a fair bit of work on her car when she needs to. And if she doesn’t know how to fix something on her own, hell, she can find out! • Spontaneous. Nidira loves to surprise people. Sometimes it’s with a gift for no reason at all, sometimes it’s showing up with pizza and a box of wine. She delights in living in the present as much as possible and doing things her own way. Dream Date: Probably something like going to the water slides, wheeling one another around at mach speed in shopping carts at 2 AM or hitting up some weird hole-in-the-wall bar to eat $5 chicken wings and see a band nobody knows play songs they wrote in the lead singer’s mom’s garage.

Fun Facts: • Dee loves reptiles and has a bearded dragon named Alan after Alan Grant in Jurassic Park • She’s allergic to bee stings, a fact she learned on vacation in Salvadorada which then put her in hospital for her entire vacation. • Dee has four different prosthetic legs, all of them hand-painted by artist friends of hers. • She gives $20 of every cheque to shark conservation efforts in Sulani. • Dee was almost cast in a real film, but it was implied that she would only get the role if she performed certain favours for the casting director. She declined the role. • Though she lives far away, Dee is very close with her family and spends every holiday she can back in Sulani with them. She’s promised her parents that with her first cheque from her first big movie role she’s going to buy them a house. All she can hope now is that it’s going to happen some day.

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redeyedwarricr · 4 years

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𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖞’𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔲𝔭

〔 ODEYA RUSH, NINETEEN, CIS FEMALE, NECROMANCY〕╰ LUCY COHEN just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of ARES who was claimed FOUR YEARS ago ? i've heard chiron say that she is WELL INTENTIONED & LOYAL , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they'd say they're IMPULSIVE & EXPLOSIVE . i'd say they remind me of flannels tied around her waist, band t shirt, scuffed up boots, yelling at the night sky, angry tears, piercing red eyes, especially since they're FOR THE NEW CABINS .

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Name: Lucy Cohen

Nicknames: Lucifer, Devil, devil spawn, devil eyes, evil.. she does like Lu though.

Age: 19

Birthday: March 13, 2001

Gender + Pronouns: cis female, she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Godly parent: Ares

Abilities: Telumkinesis, enhanced physical prowess, the blessing of ares, necromancy.

Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish

Birthplace: Portsmouth Virginia

Nationality: American

Faceclaim: Odeya Rush

Height: 5 foot 2

Hair color: brown

Eye color: red

Dominant hand: she is right handed

Distinguishing features: her red eyes, and a large scar along her shoulder, from the battle of Manhattan

Personality + Aesthetic

Positive traits: Loyal, well intentioned, caring, passionate, sociable

Negative traits: Impulsive, Explosive, Intense, Snarky, Untrusting

Mbti: ESTP - The entrepreneur

Enneagram: 4, the individualist

Archetype: The adventurer

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Zodiac: Pisces

Candle scent: Mango Mai Tai

Element:Fire

Alignment: Neutral Good

Kinsey Scale: 3

Deadly sin: Wrath

Greatest Virtue: Humility

Fatal flaw: her un trusting nature, she doesn’t let others do things to help her, or follow others because in her experience, they will just lie to you and let you down.

Fashion: She dresses in a 90’s grunge fashion. She has one pair of combat boots that she found at a thrift store. So she almost always wears those, with some torn up jeans, flannels, and a crap ton of band t shirts.

Goals + Desires: she wants to be good. Like she wants to be good at being good. She really tries so hard, but she feels like the world is stacked up against her for her to be a bad person. She just wants to be good and for everyone else to see that she is good.

Biggest Fear: Herself. She is so afraid that she is just lying to herself, that maybe she really is bad. That maybe they were right. She is afraid that she isn’t a good person, and she just doesn’t know how to handle that.

Most Irrational Fear: Alektorophobia: a fear of chickens. One of the houses that she was at for about a year when she was eight was on a farm, that had chickens. She had to feed the chickens everyday, and the way they would run at her always freaked her out, she usually ended up dropping the food and running away crying. To this day she swears up and down that chickens are evil.

Hobbies: She enjoys practicing with her labrys. She can knit, not that she is telling anyone that. She is a total comic book nerd, and has a stack of those under her bed that she reads when bored. She likes to party as well, and man don’t start a prank war with her. She loves to pull pranks on people.

Habits: She usually always has some sort of squishy ball or rubber band that she plays with to keep her hands busy, she constantly drums her fingers on her thigh, on her books, really on anything. She also is always humming or singing when she has to think.

Favorites

Food: Pizza man, like the good greasy kind.

Drink: Diet Coke, she is addicted to that stuff.

Movie: She would probably try and say some cool horror movie, but really, it’s Monty python.

Book: The whole Harry Potter series, especially book 2 when people all start thinking he is the heir of slytherin and evil. She relates.

Song: American Music by the violet femmes

Flower: Tiger Lilies

Animal: Dragons or penguins.

Season: Summer

Day: Saturday’s, the best parties are always then.

Month: May/June, that time right on the border of spring and summer.

Time of day: she enjoys either the night on the weekends, or that time right before dawn, when everything is calm and peaceful.

Camp stuff

When did they arrive:About 2 months before she turned 15 .

When were they claimed: A week after arriving.

How were they claimed: She was learning to soar and found an ease with each of the practice weapons. As she came out to spar, she was bathed in a red glow, being claimed by ares.

Opinion on the new cabins: She is for them.

Why? : Well she doesn’t believe it to be her place to tell someone they don’t belong. She spent so long searching for home that she believes everyone deserves a home.

Opinion on Lyssa: She can go choke on a bag of dicks for all she cares.

Go to weapon: Her Labrys, which turns into a bronze chain bracelet.

Ambrosia: Diet Coke, she really does have an addiction.

Favorite camp location: Fireworks beach

Quests: 2 so far.

Character Inspirations:

Charlie Pace from Lost

Amy Sciuto from NCIS

Mira from The Hollow

Beauregard from Critical Role

Scorpia from She-Ra

Amethyst from Steven Universe

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Story

Lucy is a nineteen year old daughter of Ares. She was born to Talia Cohen. Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her to her grandfather. When he first saw her, he screamed, yelling about the devil, and fled, claoming he would not take her. She was born with red eyes, like the devil, as her grandfather said. Her mother had no other family, so she was placed into the system. She had been given the name Lucy by one of the nurses from when she was born. As noone had given her a name, it was decided that Lucy, inspired by Lucifer due to her grandfather's reaction. and due to her eyes, would be perfect.

She bounced back and forth between homes, never staying too long due she was labeled a problem child. No one wanted to help the kid who freaked everyone out, that no one wanted. They let her struggle in school, and when she didn’t behave like they wanted, she was sent away again.

This continued on for years, no one ever really believing in her. Except for one person. In her fifth grade year, she had a teacher who didn’t believe what everyone else said, but instead tried to really see her. She was the first person ever to tell her that she was good, that she was kind, and that she was loved. Lucy still holds on to these memories, she uses them as reminders when she spirals, and when she needs to be reminded that she is good. She tries to live up to her former teachers belief in her, and uses her as the memory to drive her towards remaining a nice person.

When she was 14, she was in a home in Virginia Beach. When she was walking home from school with one of the older children from the home when they were attacked by a monster. The other child revealed themselves to be sent from Camp Halfblood, and that they were here to bring her to camp.

She has been at camp Halfblood since, and is a year rounder. She has never tried to return to the 'real world'. Instead she stays at camp, and apparently occasionally, even fights in legitimate wars. During this war, she comes to the realization that she can raise fallen enemies to fight with her. That was a crazy ability that she didn't realize she was capable of before the war, and 3 months later, is still trying to process.

Wanted Connections

Family in everything but name: these are Lucy’s closest friends here at camp. They are the ride or die friends, and they always have each other’s backs.

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Adventurers live on forever: these are the ones that Lucy has gone on quests with, or even does just general adventures around camp with.

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Cheaters never win: This is someone that Lucy opened her heart to, and really felt she loved, until she found them with someone else. It has been about a year now, but she is still out for blood, holding out for her revenge.

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Forgive your enemies but never forget their names: Everyone has got to have some sort of enemy, right? Now Lucy has plenty of people in the past that make fun of her, but her and this person are legitimately at each other’s throats.

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If your life is going to be short, do dumb things: these are the crackhead friends. Like Lucy and then get into trouble when they are together. They are the prank era, the partiers, they just want to live loud and wild while they can.

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In the dark of night, clarity is found: When lucy can not sleep, she tries to sneak out and walk at night around the camp. This is a person who she started to see as well, and often they walk in silence, but sometimes this person gets to see the real Lucy, hidden by her loud exterior.

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Kindling a new flame; Lucy doesn’t know how it happened, but she somehow has found herself crushing over someone again. Lucy gets all embarrassed around this person, and she just wants to hold their hand. This can be one sided or reciprocated.

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Once I idolized you, now I despise you: Imagine like Percy and Nico, Annabeth and Luke kinda thing. This is someone that Lucy used to look up to when she came to camp. She followed this person around, and was attached to them. They could do no wrong in her eyes.. until they did. Now she can barely even look at them. She is hurt and broken up inside.

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Sour little lemon: This is some person who just won't leave her alone. Like she has no interest in this person, but they won’t leave her alone. Kinda like a Gaston Belle situation.

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Whoever said words don’t hurt lied: Lucy tries really hard to get most people to like her, and while people are nicer here at camp, you still always have those people who see the eyes and her name and go to the devil and make fun of her. She says it doesn’t hurt, that she is used to it, but that is a bold faced lie.

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#ambrosia:intro #ambrosia:task001 #I ended up adding the task I saw people doing into my intro thingy #i hope that is okay!#𝔏𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔯 <=======|==o Lucy Introduces

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