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hsonlyangelxo · 4 months

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His hitties are my fave thing in the world

#harry styles #love of my life #the hitties #hitties #the hitties are hitting #the hitties are out

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strawberry-creep · 11 months

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i am of the opinion that snufkin does not think highly of his father…

#ooc bc he would never call the police #snufkin #the joxter #moomin valley #moomin #its s hitty doodle but art block is hitting hard man #artalacreep

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kurjakani · 1 year

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This is the calmest ive ever blorboed anyone columbo just feels like hes been in my heart forever. Opposite of jerma

#who hit me like a bus and keeps hitti g me like a bus and is a real person #im a little tired im sgaying up bc i get to hang out with my frirnds

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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imagine 141 meeting sweethearts family and them being just as weird as her😂

LMAOOO G O D IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

(Dude I'm gonna info dump so damn hard I'm sorry)

Her family is literally crack personified. They are HEAVILY, EXTREMELY AND HARSHLY based on The Amazing World of Gumball, because that was my favorite cartoon when i was growing up and i adored how crazy the family was 💀HUGE ASS FUCKING FAMILY INCOMING Her dad practically married himself in woman form (but shes more chill and introverted than him- they're both chaotic as hell), and then her siblings (eight older brothers; two are adopted, two older sisters, middle siblings who are triplets ( sister, brother and ftm brother) three younger brothers and an adopted younger sister (BASICALLY AN ALL BOY FAMILY AND SOME GIRLS SPRINKLED IN 💀)

There's the oldest brother, Who's name I have no idea yet I just call him T. He's 42 years old and is a fucking unit. He has a family with a wife and three kids. (No idea how he looks either)

The second oldest brother idk his name either is 41 years old and is also a fucking unit. He's single and is an engineer

The third oldest brother is 39 years old. Don't know what to name him lol Also another unit but has a bionic leg. He's a single father and has a daughter.

The fourth oldest brother is also 39 years old. He's tall as shit but more skinny. He has a girlfriend and a boyfriend and is a mad scientist. (Legally? Probably not. Insanely smart and makes weapons? PROBABLY YES)

The fifth oldest brother is 37 years old, his name is Grizz. He's built like his dad (big and burly with a gut) and has his personality. He's a firefighter

And then the sixth older brother, he's 36 years old (no idea what to name him) he's a CEO of a company. He has a wife and five kids

They're all absolute units like good lord

There are two adopted older brothers. One of them, who is also 36 years old, was a son to a family friend. His family died and they took him in. He's a chef. The other one, his name is Sammy, he's 35 years old and is now a musician.

The two older sisters, aka: The Domino twins, the animator and the police officer. Idk their names dammit-- but they're both 35 years old. The police officer has an eye patch and grayed early, while the animator has a scar over her other eye and black hair. (Hence why people call them Domino)

And then the triplets, all 28 years old. The sister is a hairstylist and a cosplayer, the brother is a game designer named Ezekiel, and the other brother who is trans (ftm) is a voice actor and a professional gamer. (GUESS WHAT- DONT KNOW THEIR NAMES LMAO)

And then a younger brother, who's 18 years old (last year in high school BABBYYYY) And then the younger twins who are 10 years old and then the adopted sister who is four.

(If yall are curious about them don't be afraid to ask!)

One of her aunts on the dad's side practically lives in prison because of the unlucky luck that runs in the family, the other one is the most normal one and she's a nurse, and her uncle on the mom's side that's literally a revolutionary war (to a war NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF) hero with HIS crazy ass family... NOT TO MENTION THE GRANDPARENTS AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS (ON BOTH FUCKIN SIDES) one was in the Italian mob and has connections that shouldn't be connections, and the other one owns a tiger, a lion and a raccoon that was the replacement for the bear when the tiger and the lion ate it. (I'll let yall decide who's who), and then one has a fortune but forgot where it's buried, and then the other one is a musician! (As I said, I'll let you decide who's who)

they invited her team(yes, Keegan as well), Los Vaqueros, and Krueger plus Graves to have like a welcome back cookout at their big country home

And the chaos IMMEDIATELY started when they got there.

The younger twins forgot that they set up a trap on the house, so when Sweetheart opened the door, she got hit in the face with a pan, fell on the ground, and then whip cream came flying out, hitting Soap in the face.

Sweet's mom: MY BABY ARE YOU OKAY???

Grizz: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Police sister, to Soap: Are you okay??? Can you breathe???

Sammy, shaking Sweetheart: SWEETHEART??? SWEETHEART ARE YA GOOD??

Sweetheart, out of it: MOmMy I LoOk PreTTy?

Sammy: SHE'S DISGRUNTLED

Zeke: THAT'S THE WRONG WORD FOR THIS SITUATION YOU IDIOT

(Sammy's a bit stupid)

After that happened, Zeke led Soap to a bathroom, feeling around for any more traps. The younger twins went into a time out and Sweetheart has an ice pack for her head.

They all started talking, Sweet's mom REALLY like the boys (Especially Alejandro and Price) and Sweet's Dad really like Ghost and Roach. Grizz and VA brother like Gaz, and the adopted sister really likes Soap and Keegan. Police sister likes König's vibes and hairdresser and Sammy fuck with Krueger and Graves. All in all they like Sweetheart's co-workers and accepts them

Sweet's mom to all of them: Y'know she's single

Sweetheart: M A

And then Granny Jo Jo and Grandpa Hare, grandparents on the dad's side, came to visit and Soap and Ghost just gravitated to them.

Grandpa Hare: So yer from Manchester, eh?

Ghost: Yes sir

Grandpa Hare: I used tah live in Manchester

Ghost, a bit interested: Oh wow--

Grandpa Hare: I buried many businesses an' people there. That's why m'banned from a couple of cities.

Ghost:

Omg and then the younger twins meet Keegan:

Twin #1: Hello sir!

Twin #2: How are you?

Keegan, a bit nervous: ...I'm good, thank you. How about yourselves?

Twin #2: Good, sir? By the way--

Twin #1 and #2: What's your body count?

Keegan: Ex- excuse me?

Twin #1: How many people have you bodied?

Twin #2: Do you use knives? Or assault rifles?

Twin #1: And how did you do it?

(The animator sister covers their mouths and carries them)

Animator sister: Sorry about that, Keegan. They'll go in time out again

Their muffled "no's" go on and on while Keegan just stands there 🧍‍♂️like wtf why'd they ask me that LOL (and time out is just them being in their room HA)

OMG Alejandro went to open a drawer to find spoons, and instead he found MANY restraining orders and banned letters

Sweet's mom saw his surprised face and she quickly closed the drawer

Sweet's mom: Wrong drawer! And also those were a long time ago, half of them either forgave us or went out of business!

Sweet's mom, mumbles: Except the ones out of country... they still remember the fires...

Alejandro: still remember what

(Bro I could go on and on about them LMAO I want to flesh these characters out some more too, so if you have any input SEND AN ASK!! 💗💗)

#i love Sweetheart's family #lil devils they are #black fem reader #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros #shadow company #black reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty keegan #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #x female reader #cod x y/n #x reader #cod ocs #mw2 headcanons #141 sweetheart #141 sweetheart headcanons #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

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madneedshelp · 2 years

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Let Me In-Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Summary: You sneak over to Billy’s house when he and his dad are in the middle of a fight. You see his dad abusing him, something he’d never mentioned, and he gets angry at you and shuts down. Still, you try to break through his walls.

Warnings: Includes scenes/mentions of abuse

You grinned to yourself as you jogged quietly down the sidewalk. You parked your car nearby, but still out of sight enough that you could sneak over to Billy's. He was supposed to be grounded, so he couldn't come over to your place, but that didn't mean you could surprise him at his. As long as his parents didn't find out, the two of you could have a very fun evening.

Luckily, Billy's house was only one story. That meant you didn't have to worry about shimmying up to a second floor somehow. All you had to do was hurry through the yard and knock on the window.

You were halfway through that plan when things changed.

Just as you neared Billy's window to knock you noticed he wasn't alone. His dad was in his room yelling, something that happened pretty often, you assumed. Billy's dad wasn't a kind man. He always seemed a little irritated towards his son, and to you on occasion. You guessed a lot of teenagers fought with their parents, though.

Shit. If his dad was this pissed then maybe it wasn't a good idea to chance things by sneaking in. You were out to turn to leave. This might not have been the best plan after all.

But then his dad hit him.

Neil's fist connected with Billy's jaw so hard that he fell back against the closet door. Billy's face was twisted with anger, but he made no move to fight back. Neil seemed done with the conversation because he stormed outside.

You ducked against the side of the house as the front door opened and Billy's dad and stepmom headed for the car. You stayed frozen in place until they drove away.

As soon as the car was out of sight, you reached for the window and tried to push it open. Thankfully, it was still unlocked from the last time you came over and you were able to slide it open.

Ducking your head, you slipped inside quietly.

"What the hell? Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?!" Billy swiped a hand across his eyes, shouting as he stood.

"I came to see you, but forget that. What the fuck was that? How long has this been happening, Billy?" You stepped toward him.

A stray tear betrayed him and slid down his cheek. Your hand instinctively went to wipe it off of his uninjured cheek, but he brushed you away. "This doesn't concern you. You should go."

You tried not to be hurt by the way he dismissed you. It wasn't the problem right now. "This absolutely concerns me! Billy, he's hurting you! How can you expect me to just go home and forget about it!"

"Because that's all you fucking can do! Just get the hell out and go home!" Billy stepped closer, screaming right in your face.

This isn't him, this isn't him, you reminded yourself. Sure, being yelled at by your boyfriend would usually make you want to dump his ass and leave, but this obviously wasn't normal circumstances.

"I'm not leaving you! Just let me help!" You shouted back. While you were trying to understand his outburst, you couldn't help the anger in your voice.

Billy fumed at you, the angry expression not once faltering from his face. "This is why I don't fucking do relationships! I don't need bitches getting all emotional and trying to fucking fix everything! SO! JUST! FUCKING! LEAVE!"

The insult slapped you in the face. It stung. His words definitely hurt. While Billy wasn't ever a super caring boyfriend, he still showed you he loved you in his own ways. But he'd never yelled at you like this before. He'd never yelled at you at all before.

That's how you knew he was hurt. You knew Billy. You'd been with him long enough that you knew he didn't like to show his emotions and he hated for anyone to see him when he was vulnerable. That's likely why he'd never told you about how bad things were with his dad. You knew about the yelling, but not the hitting. You knew he was reacting like this because he didn't want you to think he was weak, and that's the reason you stayed.

You crossed your arms and didn't move an inch. "I'll leave, but you're coming with me." You held eye contact with him.

He threw up his hands in exasperation and kicked his bed frame. "Jesus! Why won't you just leave me alone?! Don't you get it! I don't want you here!"

"Because I love you! I love you, Billy. So, no, I will not leave you alone. Just let me in. Let me be there for you." You pleaded with him.

You closed the space between the two of you and place a hand on his chest. He almost stepped away from you again. Almost. But to your surprise, he stayed in place and let you keep your hand there.

"Listen, I'm not some pussy. I don't need help, okay?" His words may have been harsh, but he wasn't yelling anymore.

You kept your mouth in a straight line and nodded. "I know. I know. You don't need my help, but I want to do something. I don't think less of you, or think you're weak, or anything like that. I just hate seeing you hurt. Please don't push me away, okay?"

You could see more tears in Billy's eyes, but none of them spilled over as he nodded once. You slowly went in for a kiss, giving him time to move away if he wasn't ready. Instead, he leaned down and met your lips. The kiss was gentle, but it seemed to comfort him slightly. Once you broke apart, silence passed between the two of you for a moment.

Finally, you looked up into his eyes and broke the silence. "How often does it happen?"

Billy swallowed thickly and glanced away as he huffed a bitter laugh. "Oh, you know, whenever the old man is pissed about some shit. "

So, all the time then. The one thing you were sure about Billy's dad was that he was angry constantly. He blamed Billy for most things, so it killed you to know that Billy probably suffered daily from this treatment. You wrapped your arms around him in a careful embrace.

"Okay, I have a suggestion, and I need you to think about it." You murmured.

"What?" Billy rasped, and you could feel the rumble of it from your head on his chest.

"Come home with me. My parents are out of town for the next week, so they'll never know."

He didn't say anything for a painfully long time. You were scared that maybe you'd overstepped. "My dad will be back in a few hours, though. I can't exactly leave for a week and then come back."

You sucked in a quick breath. This next part was even riskier than the previous. "What if you never went back?"

"You're joking, right?" He let out another bitter chuckle.

You lifted your head and met his eyes once again. They were softer this time, and you gave him a reassuring smile. "Dead serious. This could work. We graduate in a few weeks, Billy. After that we can get the hell out of here. We just have to make it until the end of May, and I'm sure we could find somewhere for you to stay for, what, the two weeks between my parents getting home from vacation and graduation. It could work."

Something in your words must have gotten to him, because a glimpse of the Billy you knew and loved was once again shining through. He grinned at you. God, you loved his smile.

He bent down and kissed you again, this time more fiercely than before. You let out a small giggle as he suddenly pulled you into him and spun the two of you around.

You smiled up at him, but then, as quickly as it appeared, the smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, remorse glinting in his eyes. "You know I didn't mean it, right? All that shit I said to you. I-I'm sorry. Really."

You tucked a curl behind his cheek and kissed him. "I know, Billy. I'm not mad. Promise."

He pecked you on the cheek once more. "God, I don't deserve you. I love you, Y/N."

He tried to pull you back onto his bed, but you stopped him. "Hey, come on. My place? We have free rein of the whole house. Any room you want."

He matched your sly grin. "How about all of them?"

You laughed at him as he winked at you knowingly. "So, what do you say?"

He thought for a moment, but nodded in the end. "I say I better get packing."

#billy hargrove x you #writing #stranger things #fanfic #x y/n #imagines #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x female reader #trauma

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dollrelicz · 3 months

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hai mi jst saw da post abt cluv . if kyu interact , support , or defend em , DO NOT INTERACT W THY .

neg rant undercut . tw rape n others . kyu have been warned .

thy is very much disgusted and very disappointed . doll will block em on discord since thy does not want to have any contact w em whatsoever . mi did not expect dis from cluv .

mi is very much ashamed dat thy was moots n friwends w em . dis is a LOT to take in since doll just came back from a break . dis is all very disappointing . doll looked up to em very much , idk wat 2 say anymore .

lying like dat is NOT OKEU as kyu can in legal trouble 4 dat . doing smth w kyu 11 yr old cousin then putting da blame on em ? bull$shit . how can kyu do dat ?

asking $exual comments or anything related to dat is not okey . especially if kyu did not ask if they were okeu with it . many others r uncomfy w $exual topics n not respecting dat is stupid n not okey to do .

keeping lying 2 get away w dis is not n never will be okeu . kyu need to apologize n own up 2 da horrible things kyu've done . stawp running away for it . chu have done stupid n $hitty things . kyu cant run away from dat anymore . apologizing is not dat hard .

wanting 2 see a "reaction" is NOT an excuse 4 doing smth . dats pure $hit n fxcked up . das not a good reason .

wanting to die by rxpe ? das so fxcking disgusting . das not smth funny 2 say . if kyu r hurting mentally does not give chu an excuse 2 say dat . rxpe is not a funny thing to joke abt . its a very srs topic .

go to @/goddesskissed post abt cluv here if kyu wanna know more . sworry dis looks a lot there post .

dis is 2 much to process . doll jst came back from a break n thy sees dis ? makes me wanna leave .

#▢﹒⁘﹒talking #tw rap3 #cw rap3 #cw rant #rant post #important psa #important #tw repetition #gotta make a tag 4 dis type of stuff smh .

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silverdune · 4 months

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dental floss | one. silk thread

"now your eyes are just like mine!"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

dental floss masterlist | next ->

character(s): park seonghwa, kim hongjoong (ft. jeong yunho, jung wooyoung)

tags: vampires, non-romance, blood (injury, drinking), graphic descriptions of metamorphoses, detailed descriptions of teeth, violence, gore, explicit language, emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief moments of hostility, flashback (past tense), lots of emotions, gratuitous use of fledgling, onions and potatoes get too much of a spotlight (yes), wy has an impacted canine - if i missed anything, please lmk!

word count: 7.8k

summary: seonghwa looks back on the moment his life changed forever, as well as the man who came to the rescue and the odd new invention in his pocket.

a/n: ahhhh i am genuinely so hyped to finally write the vampire fic i have always wanted to write; thank you to peony and anne (@bikerjongho) for all your hype and support, as well as my friend @scarletdemoness22 for all that you do; i love you all 🫶 now.. here we go!

Seonghwa remembers the first time he got new teeth.

All the history books he'd ever read on vampires told him that it was the most painful part of the process- somehow. Surely, Seonghwa thought, between the back-breaking work of having your entire life shift in thirty seconds and the time it would take to adjust to the immortality, two little teeth protruding through wouldn't be so bad..

Oh, how wrong he was.

There he sat, cradling his jaw like he’d never had teeth in his life. It was the penultimate step in the process before the inevitable blood thirst kicked in: the veins shift through the body, the heart restricts and stops its beat, the eyes turn a brilliant shade of gold and the internal temperature drops to subzero. Then, a pair of honed canines push their way through the regular ones.

Seonghwa wasn't prepared for how utterly excruciating it was going to be.

This was back in the autumn of 1882 when he was turned for the first time. He had suffered an attack from a group of well-known vampires who’d been around for centuries, and left for dead in an alleyway down the backstreets of Seoul.

Enter Kim Hongjoong.

×-×

“You ought to thank me, you know.”

Seonghwa couldn't speak, think or move for anyone, let alone himself. He was scrambling to form a coherent thought so the idea that this man- whoever he was- was expecting a thank you out of him was absurd.

In the seconds it took him to get in the most bearable position, he tried to get a sense of where he was exactly. Everything had happened so fast that he couldn't get a glimpse of even a centimetre in front of his face, and the only sensations were pain, pain and pain.

It was gravelly beneath his palm, and his back was against something quite rough. Distant noises of chatter and music were becoming much clearer and louder and smells were hitting like an intoxicating wave.

All Seonghwa could manage to figure out was that he must be on the ground. The area to his right was dark, and there was light beaming to his far left. He was incomprehensibly dizzy, and could just about see the figure standing over him; the man who’d spoken earlier.

Without much preparation, the man came right up close and Seonghwa could taste his scent in the back of his nose. It made him grimace, and in knee jerk fashion, whack the man a good one so he fell back on his ass.

Upon hitting the ground, the man let out a yelp. “Jesus- what was that for?”

Seonghwa struggled to talk through the immense pain all over his body. He puffed the words out between each breath he could muster, “K-Kindly.. st-stay.. out of my.. face!”

A brief pause was followed by a scoff as the man got to his feet. “Not too grateful, eh? Well.. I suppose I can't give you too much hassle. You are in the middle of a very aggravating process.”

That word caught Seonghwa's attention. “..Process?”

“Yeah!” replied the man, plainly. “Right about now.. you should be hitting ‘intermissione cordis’..”

“What does- eurgh!” Seonghwa gripped his chest hard; he swore he could feel each individual ventricle.

“Ah, there it is..” said the man wistfully. “Stopping of the heart.”

Every noise fathomable punched its way out of Seonghwa as he braced his hands on the ground and got on his knees. “Oh my-” He cried out, but no tears formed in his eyes.

Beside him, the man crouched down and tilted his head to the side. Seonghwa felt his presence but couldn't move his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to look at this person anyway.

“Any second now..” said the man, dragging out each word as the seconds ticked by. Eventually, the aching subsided, and Seonghwa lifted his chin as his eyes shot open. A beat passed, and Seonghwa found himself falling back to a seated position, back resting against the brick wall.

Before him, the man sat cross-legged with a smile. Seonghwa wondered why he carried such an expression, and was about to ask when the man spoke again.

“Now your eyes are just like mine!” Reflexively, Seonghwa lifted a hand to the underside of his eye, about to poke at it when the man stopped him. “I wouldn't.. do that, if I were you.” Seonghwa slowly dropped his hand. “They're still very sensitive.”

The man watched as Seonghwa placed a hand back on his chest, trying to feel for a beat. He saw his eyebrows twist and contort as he almost dug his fingers into his skin, desperate for something that would never be there again.

A bewildered Seonghwa let his hand fall to the side. He gazed up at the man in front of him. “What.. has happened to me?”

Finally, the man exhaled, dropping all pretence. “You have been turned into a vampire.”

The world came to a screeching halt.

“I beg your pardon?”

“A vampire, sir,” the man reiterated.

“I know what you said, could you please elaborate, perhaps?” Seonghwa demanded, and the gentleman put up his hands in defence. It was only then that Seonghwa really took any notice of his appearance.

Curly, brown hair, sharp features and a pair of golden eyes.

Now your eyes are just like mine!

“Wait.. you said my eyes are just like yours..” He began to rack his brains for an explanation. “Are you- a vampire.. yourself?”

The man smirked as he put his arms down. “Kim Hongjoong. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Well, Seonghwa thought, that answered his question.

“I.. I don't understand..” Seonghwa winced, the side of his head having begun to pound. He pressed a palm into his temple and groaned. “H-How..” His eyes found the man’s- Hongjoong's- unwavering expression and all of a sudden he went completely numb. “Did you-”

Hongjoong was quick on the pulse. “No! No!” The smirk immediately dropped from his face and he let out a sigh. “It was not me.. The group of vampires who attacked you were responsible.”

“Group of.. vampires..?”

Hongjoong rubbed his face then said, “Okay, let me try this: what's the last thing you remember?”

Seonghwa glanced up at him. The air around them was incredibly cold, but he couldn't feel anything from his own person. The question had caught him off guard, but once it clicked, he hummed and averted his gaze to see if he could mentally retrace his steps.

He had gone out mid-afternoon to purchase some groceries. The local market is a mere ten-minute walk from where he lives, if he uses the shortcut down the side streets. Seonghwa didn’t want to be out too long, as the sun had begun to set much earlier, so he had taken said shortcut and wound up at the exact stall where he needed to go.

Hongjoong looked around as Seonghwa explained, and found a small, ripped paper bag a couple metres to the right. From where he was, he could see two onions and three potatoes.

“So.. I’m guessing this is the alleyway you take to get back home?” asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa nodded his head.

“I must have only been twenty seconds down the path when I was grappled and pulled to the ground. It was.. swift. I will give them that.”

A sympathetic half-grin appeared on Hongjoong's lips as he moved to sit beside Seonghwa. “What were the onions and potatoes for?”

Seonghwa stilled for a moment. “Stew.”

“Thought so. That market has good food. Good prices too.”

Seonghwa let out a passive noise, not really sure he was fully present for these pleasantries, though he did have one thing on his mind. “So.. where did you eventually spring from?”

Hongjoong snorted, “You make me sound like a jack-in-the-box.”

“Well, forgive me, sir-” Seonghwa shifted a little, trying to ease as much tension as he possibly could. Most of the aching was concentrated in his lower back and legs, and each inch of movement proved to be much harder than the last. “It is- gah- not.. mmph-”

Hongjoong noticed how challenging it was for Seonghwa to adjust, and he stretched his hands out, just in case he needed something to fall back on. Seonghwa didn't exactly reject this notion, but he didn't seem overly accepting of it either.

“Careful, fledgling..” Hongjoong got on his knees, almost resting one hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. “This is all still very new to you. Don't do anything that will cause more damage.”

“Ha-” Seonghwa exhaled. “As if I could.”

There was a bite to that statement. Hongjoong laughed to himself.

Once Seonghwa got into a position that seemed the most comfortable - a miracle in the current circumstances - he rested his head against the brick wall and let out a deep sigh. “So.. as I was saying..”

“Where did I spring from?” Hongjoong repeated, an almost charming half-grin on his lips. Seonghwa saw it in his peripheral vision and a chortle left his throat.

“That. I was going to add that it was not like you had made a gentle introduction.”

“Well..” Hongjoong sat back beside him. “I couldn't exactly stroll on down with a smile and a wave and say, ‘hello, I’m Hongjoong!’” A laugh wheezed out of Seonghwa's chest. Hongjoong looked over and knit his brows briefly. Then, he faced forward again and dropped his shoulders.

The question of where he had sprung from was not one he was sure he wanted to answer, as much as he knew that Seonghwa should be told. For a moment he wondered whether he could try and skirt around the truth, tell it halfway.

Seonghwa tilted his head to the right with a curious expression. “So.. where did you appear from? How did you know that I was being attacked? Do you know the people who attacked me?”

Seonghwa was persistent, much to Hongjoong's chagrin.

Hongjoong gazed over at him. Sweat had built up all over Seonghwa's face, and his veins were protruding through his skin. His lips had become cracked, and his eyes were shimmering beneath the light. Hongjoong worried over why the next part of the process hadn’t begun yet, but figured it was due to the effects of the attack; all the pressure had surmounted anything he could bearably withstand at the moment, so the stamina had to be rebuilt from the ground up for the transformation to continue.

“Let me put it this way.. I have a history with the people who got you.”

That piqued Seonghwa's intrigue enough that it shone through the cloudiness of his temperament. He could see the growing discomfort on Hongjoong's face and instantly recognised that need to be reticent.

“I suppose you are not at all willing to tell me the full story.”

A deep inhale led to a long exhale; Hongjoong was in for a long journey with this one. “You would be right.”

For some reason, Seonghwa felt the corner of his lips tilting up. “Park Seonghwa. I am forever in your debt.”

The second the name registered, it hit Hongjoong that he hadn't even asked.

“Oh my God-” He covered his face in embarrassment and another laugh punched out of Seonghwa. “You know, through all of this I’m surprised I didn't think to ask your name.”

“You are forgiven. Too busy informing me of our identical eye colour to inquire that information,” Seonghwa poked, a smirk now sitting firm on his face.

Hongjoong glanced over once again. This fledgling was full of surprises.

He truly was in for a long journey.

“Well, Mr. Park Seonghwa, you have yet to go through the most excruciating part of the process, and I must warn you: it’s going to be rough.” Hongjoong shifted to his knees in front of Seonghwa, then pulled something out of his left jacket pocket. Seonghwa knitted his brows together as he watched Hongjoong unravel what looked to be silk thread. “I’m not sure if you’re aware but, there’s a new invention that is said to help with cleaning one’s teeth. I read about it in a newspaper some weeks ago - apparently it only became widely available this year!”

Seonghwa’s mind was still foggy from everything he had been through with this metamorphosis but he was alert enough to recognise what Hongjoong was referring to, both in terms of the next stage and this new invention held before him. He too recalled hearing some whispers about it, but he didn’t know more than the basics. Now that Hongjoong had briefly explained it, it started to make sense.

“I am aware, yes.. I was uncertain of what it was for, I had only heard some murmurs here and there.”

Hongjoong nodded in understanding as he wound a part of the thread around his forefinger. “It’s quite the happenstance you’ve become a vampire at the same time this newfound tool would come of use. I’ve been testing it myself and honestly? Works a charm.”

Seonghwa stared at Hongjoong and lifted a brow.. then the other part of his earlier comment came back to him; his eyes widened and his face stilled.

“Oh, wait.. My teeth..” Seonghwa poked at his jaw. “That is odd, why has it not happened yet?”

Hongjoong glanced up. “My theory is that your body has had so much taken out of it with the first part of the process that it needs time to settle down before it can cope with the next part. Each step requires so much energy and stamina, it’s no wonder it’s behind.”

Seonghwa hummed. He was not sure that he was prepared for this. His anxiety had begun to grow when he thought about what all the vampire handbooks had said on this part of the procedure. Seonghwa had always been in denial about those claims, for he couldn’t possibly believe that between all the more life-altering changes, a pair of sharp teeth pushing through would be that painful.

Now a vampire was sitting before him - someone who had been through this himself - who had just told him that it would be excruciating and that it was going to be rough.

That same vampire was preparing a piece of silk thread, invented for use on teeth. Seonghwa was now more curious than anything.

“What does that piece of silk thread do, exactly?”

“Ah, so,” Hongjoong sat cross-legged and twiddled the material between his thumb and forefinger, “they call this floss, that's what the dentist who came up with it calls it anyway. He explained that you put it between your teeth and pull back and forth, tugging it across the gums so that it cleans out any excess dirt.”

It seemed straightforward enough on paper, and considering Seonghwa’s only memories of being to a dentist involved every possible reason to never return, this felt new, simple and honestly welcomed. Anything that made dental hygiene a relatively painless process to sitting in a chair wishing the blacksmith would keep his scalding hot tools away was always a brilliant idea.

But then his forehead wrinkled with confusion. If this was supposed to clean teeth, then how did Hongjoong plan to use it on him?

“So.. that is all well and good and fine, but..” Hongjoong tilted his head a little. “How does this help with what you have told me is a terrible experience of the highest order?”

Hongjoong chuckled. “I’m so glad you asked!” He held out one end of the thread, telling Seonghwa to take it. “Wrap that around one of your canines, really tight so it won’t go anywhere, pull it across your incisors, then wrap more around the other canine so that it’s really secure.”

Seonghwa followed the instructions, but good lord he had no clue how this was going to solve anything.

It took a bit of trial and error, but eventually he managed to wind the silk thread around his teeth as described.

“And now.. we wait!”

Hongjoong sounded so excited.

Seonghwa really was not looking forward to this.

The thread was so incredibly taut around his teeth that it made it hard to move his jaw. There was an undue amount of pressure around the upper lip and he could feel the strain across the roof of his mouth. Though challenging to speak, Seonghwa managed to choke a few words out, “So-” He spluttered, and Hongjoong grimaced; he could tell Seonghwa to stop trying to talk or else risk the thread coming loose, but he gathered from their previous exchanges that Seonghwa was quite stubborn - perhaps equally as stubborn as himself. “S-something tells me-” Seonghwa’s voice carried a lisp and the ends of the thread were sticking out of his mouth. “-this is supposed to be a support of some kind?”

Hongjoong just about understood him, and his face lit up. “Exactly! Since the new teeth are supposed to push through the regular ones, it acts as a sort of brace to keep the stinging to a minimum.”

Seonghwa nodded mildly, as movement wasn’t exactly easy or recommended. A faint throbbing began to develop in the back of his head, and so he pushed it off the wall behind him to press a hand to it in a feeble attempt to get it to go away. Hongjoong recognised that; it typically started there.

“Just around the corner, I’d hold the other hand under your chin if I were you.”

Seonghwa listened without any argument. He realised he must look odd to anyone who would pass by right now, and a few individuals did in the seconds that followed, who either looked on in bewilderment, or paid zero attention and carried on walking.

Not before long, Seonghwa sensed a dull ache appearing behind his nose, shooting across his cheeks and down towards his neck. He let out a disgruntled noise and screwed his eyes shut. God, he hoped this would be over soon.

Hongjoong drew nearer and willed Seonghwa to look up at him. Eventually, Seonghwa mustered the energy to open his eyes and stare directly at the vampire before him. “It’s nearly here, breathe through it, you’re doing very well..”

Breathing was a struggle and a half and didn’t Seonghwa know it. He could just about keep his eyes open, but all other senses seemed to fly out the proverbial window.

Even still, as the aching centred itself directly above Seonghwa’s upper lip and grounded itself in the very canals of his teeth, he couldn’t fathom how this would be any worse than what he had to deal with in his chest.

And then.. scream.

Excruciating could not begin to cut it.

The teeth were honed in such a way that they drilled through the gums, pushed down through the canines and split the bone in two. It was like the teeth were impacted and had just now emerged, but instead of there already being a gap for the canines to grow through nicely, they were ploughing through an already existing tooth.

“You’re okay, deep breaths, I know..” Hongjoong’s gentle voice came in like a breath of fresh air. He placed both hands firmly on Seonghwa’s shoulders and pressed down. Tears almost inexplicably began to well up in his eyes; he had never personally watched someone go through this experience since he was turned, he only vividly recalls the first time it happened to him. Hongjoong tucked a single hand under Seonghwa’s jaw, allowing him to remove it and clutch onto something else for dear life, that being Hongjoong’s jacket sleeve.

The remaining part of the old canine melted into what became a new set of keen ones. Seonghwa could see blood dripping from his mouth and he closed his eyes. The taste filled every part of his senses and he began to billow out tears. The silk thread was steady and secure around his teeth, and despite his doubts, he could honestly feel the support it was bringing to this injury.

The floss did indeed act as a brace, not just during, but after the fact. The tension somewhat diminished the pressure of essentially having a set of knives grow in his mouth, and plus it was a bandage for all the blood in the aftermath.

Seonghwa could only imagine what this experience would have felt like had the silk thread not been there.

Out of his jacket pocket, Hongjoong pulled a handkerchief. He held it under Seonghwa’s chin and dabbed around his lips and nose, causing red to flood the material. Seonghwa let out a disquieted groan with each press. Hongjoong apologised under his breath.

“Awful, isn’t it?” Hongjoong subtly joked through the pool in his eyes, if only to lighten the atmosphere. Seonghwa couldn’t move his head. The aches were fainter but still very persistent. Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t dare remove the floss just yet in order to give Seonghwa a moment to rest.

Taking out the spare handkerchief he had, Hongjoong tossed the dirty one aside and used the fresh one to collect any stray bits of blood.

That was when Seonghwa gazed up at him. Lidded, golden eyes that were brimming with an ocean. Hongjoong sighed heavily. “You’ve done extraordinarily well. I know that wasn’t easy.”

To Hongjoong’s surprise, Seonghwa gurgled out a question. “Is this.. j-just.. a one.. time.. thing..?”

The query made Hongjoong’s heart lurch. “It.. It gets..” He saw the way Seonghwa’s eyes slowly closed then opened, manually, as though every thought was being put behind the action. “It gets better.. with time..”

Seonghwa processed the answer, then fell back against the wall with a soft thud. It did not placate him the way he hoped it would, but he supposed getting better with time was a cut above it getting any worse.

Hongjoong let a long, drawn out sigh go. “Let's get rid of this floss, shall we?” He leaned forward and placed a finger under Seonghwa’s chin. Seonghwa let his jaw tip open for Hongjoong to extract the thread, who was trying his best to be attentive to the aching.

With gentle pulls, the thread was out of his mouth. Seonghwa felt like he could breathe again. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth and it made him hiss. When he swallowed, it tasted of nothing but blood.

“The thirst will start to kick in now, but I suggest we get out of this alleyway and get you to shelter,” explained Hongjoong.

“Thirst?” asked Seonghwa, brain still muggy.

“Yes, silly. You are a vampire now. Vampires need blood.”

Seonghwa flicked a brow. That part.

“Do you drink.. human blood?”

Hongjoong thought about it. “It's preferable. It makes us stronger than animal blood. But animal blood is still perfectly fine, and honestly, a lot of vampires do tend to drink it over human blood.”

Between all the books Seonghwa had ever read on vampires, he wondered what would be the hardest to get used to. The immortality, the lack of a heartbeat, the teeth- the teeth- or the thirst for blood.

The teeth still ranked first place, but the bloodthirstiness came a close second.

Hongjoong got to his feet, then hurried over to collect the onions and potatoes. “Don't wanna leave these behind..” He went to pick them up, but then saw that the paper bag was well and truly ripped and not serviceable to carry anything. “Hmm..”

As he thought of a solution, Seonghwa tried to get up of his own accord. Hongjoong quickly noticed and stopped him. “Hey! Careful.. Let me help you.”

“I am perfectly fine, no need to assist,” Seonghwa assured, but as he got to his feet he almost stumbled forward directly into Hongjoong, who caught him at the last second. “Oomph-”

“Whoa!” Hongjoong braced Seonghwa by the shoulders, then tilted him back against the wall. “That's why I said to let me help you..”

Seonghwa went to wave him off, but then huffed and murmured a thank you instead.

Hongjoong smiled, “You're welcome. Now.. As for the onions and potatoes..”

Oh.

Seonghwa glanced down at the vegetables strewn across the ground. Minutes ago he had bought those vegetables to take home and make a lovely stew.

Now he was a vampire.

Such is life.

He rubbed his face and laughed into the palm, but came to regret that straight away as it caused a bad rippling in the roof of his mouth. “Ah-”

Hongjoong sucked in a breath, “Ooh, yeah, I would advise not doing anything around your mouth area for now. Talking, eating, laughing, smiling, frowning..”

“Breathing?”

Hongjoong chuckled at that. “You joke, but you're technically not breathing anymore, so..” He shrugged, and Seonghwa just stared at him blankly. “Anyways! I don't have a bag with me, but if I get the potatoes, you can get the onions.”

Seonghwa's back was still against the wall and every single part of him hurt to some extent. The thirst was lying dormant in the back of his throat, just waiting for the moment to wreak dry havoc in his mouth.

Hongjoong bent down to pick up the onions and hand them over to the reluctant fledgling, who took one in each hand with a groan. Hongjoong then got the potatoes and cradled them in his arms before saying, “Right.. are we ready?”

“You might be. I am as I ever will be..” Seonghwa scoffed.

Tilting his head to the side, Hongjoong exhaled. “Believe me. I get how.. challenging all of this is. No one is asking or expecting you to get over it in a flash. I just hope you can find comfort in knowing you're not on your own. I’m here now, and when I get you back to shelter, you’ll meet others who have gone through it too.”

Seonghwa's heart felt incredibly heavy. He could not ignore how nice it was to have someone here at least, especially someone who seemed as knowledgeable as Hongjoong. They began walking down the alleyway, and as it gradually got darker, Seonghwa realised that his vision had improved to be able to see in the dark.

As they strolled, shoulder to shoulder, Seonghwa felt compelled to ask, “Say, how long have you been a vampire?”

Hongjoong paused.

In the back of his mind, he knew this was going to come up at some point. This entire ordeal had given him a perpetual sinking feeling that hadn't gone away since he arrived. When he was asked about the group who attacked, he was thankful that Seonghwa didn't press on, and realised that there was a lot of history Hongjoong was unwilling to unpack at this time.

But this.. this was an innocuous query to the new fledgling.

Just a simple question of how long he had been a vampire.

Hongjoong swallowed. If only it were that simple.

After a disquietingly long pause, he answered his burning question, “Almost exactly a century.”

Seonghwa's jaw dropped reflexively, which made him hiss a little, but he rose above it quickly.

Hongjoong hesitated. “I was turned back in uh.. 1782 so.. Yeah, it's been 100 years since I was turned..”

“Wow..” Seonghwa muttered. “And how old are you? As in, what age were you turned?”

Hongjoong tensed up. If only it were that simple. If only Seonghwa would recognise that this was not a good topic just like before. If only he was not merely a curious fledgling. “I had.. not long turned 25.” If he kept the information to a minimum, maybe Seonghwa wouldn't-

Seonghwa almost gasped. “I, too, am 25 years of age!”

Hongjoong looked over at him. What he hoped was coincidence had now turned to cold ash in his mouth.

“Oh, really? Well, is that not quite the coincidence,” he laughed dryly. “When is your birthday?”

“April 3rd.”

Hongjoong tried to relax. “Oh? Mine is November 7th.”

“I see.. So that means you would've been born..” He racked his brains for a bit. “1757! Exactly 100 years before me!”

Hongjoong looked away. Curse the man for being so.. earnest! Hongjoong nodded, “That does check out. I suppose it's fate, then.” He had become very solemn in those seconds. His eyes became fixated on the ground, and he didn't dare look over at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa noticed this rapid shift in demeanour, and tried to place what could've altered it. His mind began ticking over, the pieces were falling into place.. and then he came to the shocking conclusion.

His eyes found Hongjoong's side profile. “You were turned.. on this day.”

Hongjoong stopped dead in the middle of the alleyway and screwed his eyes shut.

Damn this fledgling.

Seonghwa looked back at him. A thunderstorm had swept Hongjoong's features.

The dryness in Seonghwa's throat became so much more apparent. “I- I am so-”

“Just.. forget about it, okay?” Hongjoong's voice had gone three octaves lower, and carried a tidal wave on its shoulders. “Let's just- get back to the house.” He didn't look up at Seonghwa as he passed by, and hurried on ahead of him, not leaving much room to catch up.

Seonghwa figured he should keep his distance for now, anyway.

As they carried on through the backstreets, the tension had started to ease in Hongjoong's shoulders and he realised something important: he could not project this fear and anger onto the new vampire. How was Seonghwa to know of anything related to this? They had never met before, Hongjoong could not hold him to that standard.

He exhaled, then stopped briefly to wait for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa stopped behind him, unsure if he should walk by his side.

Hongjoong glanced back. “Come on.” His tone was much lighter. Seonghwa still looked uncertain. His eyes began to brim.

Hongjoong almost felt like crying.

Turning to face him, Hongjoong calmly explained himself. “I deeply apologise for my attitude earlier. I know you were just asking a harmless question, and really, I shouldn't hold it against you when you are not aware of what has happened.” He watched carefully as Seonghwa patted the corners of his eyes with sleeve of his shirt. “I am not upset with you, in fact it is entirely you who should be upset with me..”

His attempt to conciliate was eventually met with a sigh. “Please, do not feel you have to apologise. I understand that this is a sensitive subject and I should have held my tongue the second I realised your reluctance which.. was sooner that I like to admit. I am sorry for being so.. rash.”

Hongjoong managed to brush it off. If anything, to show Seonghwa that he knew no harm was meant by the inquiries. “It is more than okay. Now..” He sighed. “Onwards to the house before the sun rises again so we can get you something to drink!”

It was partly a joke, as the sun was not due to rise for quite some time, but if they stayed out any longer it really would be just over the horizon.

As for the thirst.. Seonghwa had begun to sense something tickling the very base of his throat, though he tried his best to ignore it. Soon enough, he knew that would be impossible - there wasn't even any saliva to placate him - but he tried to circumvent it by not thinking about it at all.

The situation had been mitigated enough that Seonghwa felt reassured in walking by Hongjoong's side again. Things remained quiet between them for the majority of the journey, though it was quite comfortable for all that it was worth.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but think of how much he had yet to learn about vampirism. He’d been taught so much already, but the history was so rich, and there was plenty yet to understand. The dental floss was new to him, but it seemed new to Hongjoong as well, judging by how it only became more available that year. Everything was new and fascinating, and so daunting at the same time. Seonghwa was at odds with his own feet, like he was learning to walk again and needed to stare at them just to remember how to put one foot in front of the other. Hongjoong glanced over at him every so often, seemingly forever concerned with what he was doing and how unsure he looked of everything. Seonghwa met his eyes every few seconds, just to remind him he was still there. Hongjoong was always relieved, and Seonghwa relaxed, feeling safe in his presence. Despite their earlier skirmish, it appeared they would learn to get on just fine, and maybe even become good friends in the process.

Seonghwa was at the very least thankful he didn’t have to go through this alone; Hongjoong even mentioned other people. How many other vampires does he know? Does he have friends he is sharing a dwelling with? Only time would tell, as Seonghwa didn’t permit himself another query for the time being. Besides, they were both thoroughly enjoying the silence between them as they strolled through the now deserted market streets of Seoul.

Night had arrived and the moon had risen well above the trees by the time they got to the other side of town. Seonghwa was about to open his mouth and ask how much longer their journey would take - not out of impatience, just curiosity, though his intensifying need to quench this thirst would argue otherwise - when Hongjoong answered his unasked question. “Not too much further now. Just a couple more side streets to go down and a short walk through some woods.”

“Ah,” came Seonghwa’s curt reply. “I actually wondered.”

“Ha, well now you know. My house is kind of tucked away among some trees, it’s pretty hidden.” Hongjoong had stuffed the potatoes into his jacket pockets some time into the journey, figuring he had a bit of room to spare. He felt the weight of them and it made him wonder, “Are you still up for stew when we get back? I’m not the best cook but I at least know how to help throw one together.”

Seonghwa laughed in his throat, which made him cough a little. “I won’t say no, though I worry that it’s getting late..”

Hongjoong paused on the spot and stared at him. “Seonghwa, you’re a vampire.”

Seonghwa stopped beside him and mused on this for a while. Oh, right. He was a vampire now.

Sometimes he needed reminding.

“Indeed.. Indeed I am,” he hummed. “Isn’t that funny?”

Hongjoong scoffed a laugh. “Getting late to us is sunrise. The moon is our sun, the night is our day, and so on and so forth..”

Seonghwa nodded. They carried on, sauntering this time. He found he had more things he wanted to know. “So, do vampires need sleep?”

“In a strict sense? No. But in a roundabout way, yes. We still need to conserve energy, just as we did when we were humans, but we don’t really sleep anymore. If anything, we just.. hibernate.”

“I would argue those two things are synonymous..”

“Yes and no. When we go into temporary hibernation we don’t exactly sleep so much as we just close our eyes and let our energy recharge itself.”

Seonghwa flexed a brow. “That sounds an awful lot like sleep to me.”

Hongjoong stared at him disapprovingly. “You’ll get it when you hibernate for the first time.”

Seonghwa briefly tilted his head to the side, unsure if he really bought the difference between sleep and what Hongjoong proposed as temporary hibernation, but he let it go after a while and faced forward once again.

Hongjoong did so too, “All lessons learned will come in due time, fledgling.”

Fledgling. Hongjoong was getting used to calling Seonghwa that. He recognised the term, but it was starting to stick as a personal epithet. Seonghwa smiled. “I hope to acquire much knowledge, mentor.”

Hongjoong snapped his head to the right. Mentor? “Oh, you will.” He could not help a smile himself. Perhaps there was room for them to become good friends.

Speaking of friends.. “I should inform you, Seonghwa, that I share the space I call home with two other vampires."

Seonghwa’s ears pricked up at that.

By this point, they had reached the woods Hongjoong had mentioned before. Seonghwa had already been fairly nervous, but the confirmation of his earlier thought that Hongjoong was living with other people made those nerves steadily creep up his spine until they eventually reached his neck. He was sure they were now within reach of Hongjoong’s home, and the various emotions he’d begun to feel were now piling on top of each other to the point he came to a standstill in the middle of the woods.

Hongjoong paused and looked back. The panic was clear on Seonghwa’s face. “Hey, don’t fret, okay? They’re really kind and I know they’ll welcome you with open arms. One of them will for sure.” Seonghwa tried to remain calm, even in the face of his growing anxiety. Hongjoong closed the distance with his arms outstretched. “I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned this at the very start. God, what am I doing..” That last statement was more to himself than anything. He made eye contact with Seonghwa. Hongjoong didn’t know everything about him yet, but at the very least, he was picking it up as he went along. “I’ve known one of them for the last seventy years and the other for the last thirty. I trust them with my life, and I know they’ll be understanding.” Seonghwa took deep breaths. This was okay. He was going to be okay. Hongjoong smiled faintly. “Everything will be fine. Let’s just take this slow, okay? No need to rush.”

With a measured nod of the head, Seonghwa appeared beside Hongjoong again, and allowed himself to be escorted towards the house, the outlines of which could be seen in the near distance. Hongjoong treaded lightly; it was by far the most leisurely part of the trip, but that was okay.

When they made it to the front door, Hongjoong took out his set of keys and placed one in the lock. Seonghwa couldn’t get a good enough glimpse of the keys to understand their designs, but he considered that a novelty that could wait a while.

There were more important matters at hand.

The sound of the door unlocking and opening was an alert beyond remarkable.

The moment Hongjoong stepped through the door, he was greeted by loud footsteps plodding across the wooden floors and a distinctive voice calling from the room he knew was the kitchen.

“Hongjoong? Are you finally back, I was wor-”

Hongjoong closed the front door. Seonghwa was standing behind him.

The man who entered the hallway came to a standstill. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair, his jaw completely detached from the rest of his head.

“Wha- Who- Hongjoong-”

Hongjoong put his hand up. “Before you say anything, Yunho, just know that this was a rescue mission.”

Seonghwa glanced up at the man several metres away. Yunho.

Yunho eventually sighed, only a bit disgruntled. “Right." He stood to one side and gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. “Come on.”

Hongjoong took that as a sign to bring Seonghwa into the kitchen so they could all sit at the dining table in the middle of the room. He beckoned Seonghwa with a simple jerk of the head, and the new vampire followed him and Yunho into the other room.

Hongjoong and Yunho sat down almost at the same time, leaving Seonghwa to stand awkwardly at the head of the table. Hongjoong then drew back the chair next to him, “Come, sit.”

Seonghwa lowered his shoulders then took the seat beside Hongjoong, placing the vegetables on the table. Yunho’s eyes were boring into him and it was making him feel rather unsettled, but a brief, sharp kick to the shin made Yunho avert his gaze.

So much for being kind and welcoming. Seonghwa stared at his nails. The veins in his neck were becoming more prominent. Hongjoong dug his fingers into the table as he watched the effects of Seonghwa's growing thirst become more apparent. They needed to get this conversation out of the way.

“So,” Yunho began, clasping his fingers together as though they were conducting a business meeting, “what happened?”

Hongjoong explained the entire story, from witnessing the attack, to helping Seonghwa through the transformation, to showing him how to use the dental floss. Yunho listened intently, brows furrowing together as he covered his mouth with his hand. Every so often he’d look over at Seonghwa, with alarm more than anything, and when Hongjoong had reached the end, he lowered his hand with an astonished sigh.

Hongjoong kept some parts out, like the revelation that Seonghwa was of the same age or that he had his suspicions about the not-so-coincidental occurrence, but Yunho knew him well enough to recognise the telltale glint in his eyes.

“I’ll be the first to say it,” said Yunho, after some time, “fucking hell.” Hongjoong nodded in agreement. Seonghwa lifted his head at that, quite amazed at the exclamation. Yunho glanced over at him. “Apologies if I seem intimidating or something. It's not that I don't trust Hongjoong-”

Seonghwa interrupted him, “Truly, no need to apologise. I understand my intrusion is perhaps not.. favourable.”

“Not favourable?” Hongjoong repeated in surprise.

Yunho recognised in that moment where he might have slipped up, “Oh, sir- Seonghwa, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Seonghwa-” Yunho put both hands on his chest in defence. “You are perfectly welcome to stay here, I think I just come across a little stone-faced at times.” He chuckled through that statement, and it produced such a dazzling smile. Seonghwa was internally bewildered. The difference was uncanny. “Honestly, it's just that Hongjoong never stays out that long so when he's been out that long, I know something fucked has occurred. I certainly didn't expect to see a new vampire with him.”

Seonghwa tried to feel at ease with this explanation, but if he was honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure if he should stay.

Hongjoong noticed this shift in features, “Seonghwa?” The fledgling looked over. “For the love of God, stay.” He tried to make a joke of it, “Don't pay attention to Yunho, he’s just a bit of a bastard sometimes..”

“Hey! A bastard who dragged his knees through the mud for you!” argued Yunho, light-heartedly.

“Something I am forever grateful to you for,” said Hongjoong, making full eye contact with him, before he looked back over at Seonghwa. “Besides, there's someone else here who, like I said, will welcome you with the most open arms imaginable.”

“Literally. He enjoys a good hug,” remarked Yunho. Seonghwa was trying to keep up with all these waves of information, when the train of thought was broken by movement coming from upstairs. They all glanced up. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hongjoong!”

“In the kitchen!” Hongjoong shouted.

Seonghwa looked to his left.

A man appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened and his lips parted in what looked to be sheer joy.

“Hi!” said the man, excitedly. Seonghwa quickly realised that he was the one being spoken to, and went to stand up when the man rushed over and sat down to his right. One cursory glance and Seonghwa saw the man had his chin in his hands with a curious expression. “I’m Wooyoung-” He held out one hand. “Nice to meet you!”

Taken aback was an understatement.

“Yes.. this is Wooyoung,” said Hongjoong, his lips tilted up.

Seonghwa took Wooyoung’s hand gently, but was caught off guard by Wooyoung shaking his hand rather violently.

“So, are you a fledgling?” asked Wooyoung, stars permeating his already resplendent eyes. Seonghwa's breath hitched, and he confirmed Wooyoung's question. “Ah! I’ve been a vampire for thirty years or so.. I’ve got an impacted canine!” Wooyoung pushed a finger into his upper lip to show him what he meant, but the confusion was prominent on Seonghwa's face.

“..Impacted canine?”

“Wooyoung, give him a moment, okay?” said Hongjoong, trying to hide a laugh in his throat. Yunho couldn't suppress a smirk.

Wooyoung let his upper lip spring back and sighed. “Alright, alright..” He got up and poked Seonghwa’s shoulder. “So, what's your name?”

“Um, Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa.”

“Well, make yourself at home, Seonghwa.” Wooyoung passed by with an amicable grin on his face, making sure he gave Seonghwa a pat on the back before heading over to a set of cupboards on the other side of the kitchen. He asked openly, “What's for breakfast?”

Seonghwa was suddenly reminded of the onions on the table.

Hongjoong’s face lit up. Seonghwa understood and gave a nod that granted him the necessary permission.

With that, Hongjoong stood up to make an announcement. “For breakfast tonight, we will be having stew, thanks to the vegetables Seonghwa bought at the market today.”

Wooyoung turned on the spot. “Oh?”

“Are you sure?” wondered Yunho, brow raised.

Seonghwa exhaled, then stood beside Hongjoong.

They shared a glance that said something of note between them.

Seonghwa had much to learn. Better to do it with people than without.

“..What better way to thank you all for your hospitality? And you specifically for helping me.”

Hongjoong breathed for what felt like the first time that entire night. Yunho folded his arms, lips cocked up in a smile. “And so, three becomes four.”

Wooyoung cried out, “Yes! This calls for a toast!” He ran to the cupboard where bottles of animal blood were stored, and took one out before he realised something. “..We only have three glasses.” He was ashamed to admit it.

“That's fine, give Seonghwa the whole bottle,” teased Hongjoong, to which Seonghwa scoffed. Wooyoung laughed, then took one out and opened it before passing it over to the fledgling. Seonghwa thanked him and waited for the other three vampires’ glasses to be filled, and when they were all standing around the table, he let out a gargantuan sigh.

Hongjoong lifted his glass to the air and said, “I’d like to make a toast.. to silk thread!”

They repeated the phrase in unison, after which Seonghwa drank from the bottle. His thirst was quenched almost immediately but it wasn't enough, and so he kept drinking until the veins on his neck started to relax.

To silk thread, he thought.

It was no surprise to him that Yunho and Wooyoung knew exactly what that meant.

×-×

“‘To silk thread’.”

“Hm?”

“The toast you made the first night I arrived. ‘To silk thread’, you said.”

Hongjoong hums. “I did, didn't I? God, how long ago was that?”

Seonghwa absent-mindedly pokes the thread-looped needle through the hole in his shirt and pulls it taut. “You know exactly how long ago that was.”

Hongjoong dons his cheekiest grin. “142 years ago.”

Seonghwa smiles at the fresh mend. “How time flies.”

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#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #ateez fic #ateez au #words.(ave)#fic: dental floss

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castawaycat · 2 years

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One Bite at a Time

Wandanat x FemaleReader

Request: [Hi! Can I ask a wandanat x reader where the reader faints because she forgot to eat or something like that and her girlfriends become worried and protective? Thank you so much]

(So, I went with what you requested but I added that the reader struggles with an underlying eating disorder. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to bring comfort to those who struggle with eating. I hope you still enjoy this story. Thank you for requesting me to write something. I had a great time writing this short story.)

Trigger Warning: eating disorders, ARFID eating disorder, mentions of emotional abuse, mental illnesses

You got home from work completely exhausted. You had turned down dinner with your girlfriends. Sure you felt bad, but you had been around so many people today that you needed time to recharge from social interactions.

Your favorite way to distress was to play Animal Crossing on your switch and get lost in doing your everyday island tasks. It always made you happy to check up on all your island villagers.

Your stomach growled as you finally looked at the time in the corner of your game. “Shit.” You mumbled as you realized that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday. It was so easy to dissociate and forget about your needs.

Life was so stressful at times. Between working and being in a relationship with two amazing women, it was easy to just put your needs on the back burner.

Your phone lit up with several missed calls from Wanda and Natasha.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, oh god are you okay? Detka, we’ve been so worried about you.” Natasha asked. Her voice was full of concern.

Instantly you felt guilty for not answering your phone. When it came to you your girlfriends were very protective. They weren’t controlling in a toxic way; they just had a habit of worrying about you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear my phone. I’m okay… it’s just been a long day. How was dinner with Wanda?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“It’s okay. Are you sure you’re okay? Hey listen, we’re coming by to bring you dinner. Wanda and I went to your favorite restaurant and got you your favorite dish.” Nat said into the phone. She could hear how exhausted you were through the phone.

“It’s okay. I’m just going to head to bed. Thank you for thinking of me though.” You said as you began to fidget with the necklace that they had gifted you for your birthday.

“Detka, we’re coming over. No arguing. We’re pulling in right now.” Wanda said in her stern voice. She could tell that you weren’t in a healthy headspace.

You knew better than to argue with Wanda. “I’ll see you in a little.” You said before hanging up.

It wasn’t until you got up that you began to feel shaky. Your vision felt blurry but you shrugged it off; it was probably just from being tired and from playing hours of Animal Crossing.

You went to your front door and unlocked it for your girlfriends.

“Baby, you look pale. Are you feeling okay?” Wanda asked as she immediately felt your forehead to check if you had a fever.

Natasha instantly started to plate the food that they had brought for you. “Love, what do you want to drink?” She turned to ask you.

“I’ll have water. Wanda. Baby, I’m okay.” You said as your vision started to darken. You didn’t even believe your reassurances as you started to feel your legs give out and your vision turn black.

“Y/n!” Wanda yelled as she tried but failed to catch you. She watched in horror as your head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

Natasha ran quickly to you as she had watched you faint from the kitchen. She sprung into action as she carefully picked you up and placed you on the couch. “Wanda, I need you to prop her legs up on some pillows.” Natasha said as she checked you over to make sure that your head wasn’t bleeding.

Wanda worked quickly to get your legs propped up. She looked at you worriedly as your face had lost so much color.

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It had taken you five minutes to finally wake up. You let out a pained groan as the pain of hitting your head sank in. You tried to sit up but were pushed down by Wanda.

“Easy detka. Take it slow.” Wanda said as she helped you slowly sit up. She noticed how glazed your eyes looked. “I think you may have given yourself a concussion.”

You closed your eyes as you still felt dizzy. Your stomach betrayed you and growled loudly. Eating has always been difficult for you.

When you were younger you struggled with eating disorders. It never really stemmed from your weight. Instead it developed from food aversions and disliking the sensory of certain foods. Growing up your family would get onto you and say that you were just picky; so you had found it was just easier to avoid eating all together. Sometimes your eating disorder would casually creep back into your life.

You didn’t know how to tell your girlfriends just how badly you were struggling to eat; you didn’t want them to worry even more than they already did about you.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you got lost in the thoughts in your head. Thoughts of feeling like a burden.

“Detka?” Natasha moved closer to you and gently wiped your tears away. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

“I… I need to eat… but I just can’t. I can’t do it.” You said in a shaky voice. Your whole body shook like a leaf as even more tears fell down your face.

You felt a panic attack coming on. You had told Nat and Wanda a little about your food aversions; but you never talked about what happens when the eating disorders come back.

“Take a deep breath for me detka. You’re not in trouble. We’re worried about you; but we’re not upset with you. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Wanda said as she held your hand and gave a gentle squeeze. She hated the thoughts that were radiating off of you. She wanted you to feel safe and loved.

“Why can’t you eat detka?” Natasha asked as she helped you settle your breathing. She could tell that you were struggling to open up to them.

You took a shaky breath as you hung your head low. “I have a eating disorder called ARFID which stands for Avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder. I’ve had it ever since I was little. At first it started out as me not liking the sensory of certain foods. So basically texture, taste, and smell. Then I became restrictive about what foods I ate and when I ate food. It’s really easy for me to forget to eat or I will have a low appetite. This disorder isn’t due to fear of gaining weight or because of poor self esteem. Some days I’m just terrified to eat. I know it’s wrong. I need to eat, but it’s so hard. None of my safe foods feel safe anymore; and now I’m burdening you by making you worry about me and my stupid brain.” You said in a huff of emotions. You had started to rock back and forth as you did everything in your power not to look your girlfriends in the eye.

“Oh detka, you are never a burden to us and your brain is definitely not stupid. You’re so brave for opening up to us about this. We know it must’ve been scary and hard for you to talk about.” Wanda said as she gently pulled you into her warm embrace.

You couldn’t help but let out the sobs you were holding in. “I really am trying to get better.” You said in between sobs as you held onto her tightly.

Natasha rubbed your back soothingly. She was slightly alarmed when she felt how thin you had become. You always wore large sweatshirts, so it was hard for them to gauge your actual size. She could see the worry and concern in Wanda’s eyes. “Baby, do you think you can try to eat a little tonight?”

The fear of eating gripped your chest, but you pushed past it as you nodded your head. “I can try.”

Natasha brought the plate of takeout over to you. “Would you feel better if we shared the plate with you?”

You smiled and nodded your head. No one had ever offered to help you eat a serving of food before. Eating everything on your plate has always given you anxiety. Especially when your family called you wasteful and would make you stay at the table until you ate everything on your plate.

Wanda put on your favorite Disney movie and the three of you began to eat off of the plate.

You took one bite at a time and pretty soon the plate was empty; and for the first time you felt safe and full.

Wanda and Natasha gave you the proudest and warmest smile before they wrapped you tightly in their embrace.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #wandanat #marvel avenergers #wandanat imagine #natasha imagine #eating disoder recovery #Wandanat request

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twopoppies · 1 year

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Omg he actually did say hitties LMAOOOOO. I don't know how some people are hearing 'these are out' when there's 5 syllables, and hit-ties is so clear. But it could be to do with hearing his accent differently. But as someone from London, it's 100% hitties.

Oh it’s 100% hitties. You can hear the H and the extra syllable. Mjccmhdkgd. WHO TOLD HIM???

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hellothere3306 · 2 years

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I'm getting back into the 2012 TMNT fandom, and lemme tell you it annoys me a little every time I see someone talk about how mistreated Mikey is.

Because he's not.

Don't get me wrong, I love the angst potential, but those of you that say Mikey is abused or mistreated by his brothers must not have grown up with siblings. I will admit I haven't seen the last season or two of the show, but I have six siblings and we all bully eachother like that.

And what people fail to notice is the teasing goes all four ways. Sure it seems like Mikey gets picked on the most, but that's because he's not the hitty sibling - there's always a hitty sibling, and in their case it's Raph, who picks on Mikey because he's the easiest to pick on. Donnie doesn't get on his nerves like that as much, and he wouldn't admit it but he respects Leo too much to hit him. Its like that in my family, my 13 year old sister hits me all the time (I'm 16) but she never hits my 17 year old sister. And it never hurts much, and it's never when she's actually truly upset with me. Context matters. That's just how siblings are, that's how the dynamics play out sometimes.

Also, the amount of times Raph defends Mikey's feelings from other people really outweighs the amount of times he's ACTUALLY hurt Mikey's feelings.

Anyways, sorry for the rant, and trust me when I say I can respect it you disagree with me, this is just my opinion from my experiences and what I've seen on the show.

#tmnt 2012 #raphael #michelangelo #leonardo #donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo

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honourablejester · 7 months

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Homebrew Magic Item: The Troublesome Teapot

A completely random sentient homebrew Magic Item inspired entirely by the belligerent sugar bowl from the Higitus Figitus scene in Sword in the Stone.

As you look around, you hear muffled cursing and the strange sound of rattling crockery. Your attention is drawn to a small wooden box, the sort used in fancy houses to store cruet sets and other tableware. The box is rattling quite violently. A piece of parchment has been glued crookedly to the ornate lid of the box. On this parchment, in scrawled, nearly illegible writing, is the following note:

“The Troublesome Teapot. Or, no. It’s not actually a teapot, it’s a sugar bowl. Just. Alliteration, you know? You give these sorts of things fancy names, don’t you? And sugar bowl or teapot, whatever else it might be, it’s troublesome. I may have, perhaps, had a slight incident with the Animate Objects spell and a surge of wild magic? That’s neither here nor there. The point is, the very foul-mouthed thing you can hear in this box is what I’m calling the Troublesome Teapot. Or the Troublesome Sugar Bowl, if you’ve absolutely got to be accurate about it. It’s … I’m sure there’s got to be someone it’ll get on with? Maybe that’s you! I mean, not at first, it doesn’t get on with anything at first, but you could be the person it warms up to? After a small, absolutely TINY bit of injury and mayhem. Miniscule. I’m sure you can handle it. Or someone can handle it. Just. Well. I didn’t want to destroy it? I mean, it’s an angry, hitty little thing that’s likely of no use to anyone, but …

Well. It just felt wrong. It’s hardly its fault my magic did what my magic always does. And look, if you do hold on to it and just … let it hit you for a bit, it will at least not hit you any more? And if you keep it with you, it sometimes does hit things that are mean to you. Although, most often, just whatever’s biggest around you. Which can be useful! Sometimes. On occasion.

Regardless. If you don’t want to chance it, please leave it alone? Don’t destroy it. There will eventually be someone who’ll be the companion it deserves. Or at least, that’s the hope I’m holding on to. There’s someone out there for everyone, right? Even horrible little sugar bowls who like to hit things. Well. That’s the hope, at least. And … thank you.”

THE TROUBLESOME TEAPOT (/SUGAR BOWL)

Wonderous Item (Construct), requires attunement

The Troublesome Teapot is a squat, rather ugly little blue ceramic sugar bowl, with four stubby legs, two stubby little handles/arms, a badly chipped lid, and a rather indestructible pewter teaspoon that it is violently attached to. You can attune to the Troublesome Teapot by successfully holding onto with both hands for 1 minute while it attempts to attack you. During this time the Teapot will make 10 attempted attacks on you (+8 to hit, dealing 1 bludgeoning damage on a hit). If you successfully endure all 10 without letting go of the Teapot, you have successfully attuned to it, and the Teapot will stay grumbling but acquiescent in its box until you summon it.

While attuned to the Troublesome Teapot, you can use a bonus action on your turn to summon it to your side. If initiative has not yet been rolled, the Teapot immediately makes a surprise attack on one target of its choice from among the creatures within 50ft of it, and will keep attacking that target if allowed to do so. If initiative has been rolled, roll initiative for the Teapot, and place it in the initiative order accordingly. You can use a bonus action to return the Teapot to its box at any time.

While the Teapot is active, it acts on its own turn and initiative. The Teapot does not obey your commands. Instead, it always moves to attack the strongest, most intimidating or otherwise most attractive target to fight in its vicinity. The Teapot is a tiny construct, with an AC of 18, 20 hit points, a Strength of 4 and a Dexterity of 18. It has a walking speed of 50ft.

On its turn, the Teapot can move up to its speed and use an action to make one melee attack on a creature with its spoon. It has a +8 to hit and deals 1d4 + your main ability modifier in bludgeoning damage. The Teapot can use a bonus action on its turn to take the Dash, Disengage or Dodge actions.

If the Teapot is reduced to 0 hit points, it becomes inert and must either be repaired using the mending cantrip or by spending an hour of downtime activity and 5gp to painstakingly glue it back together. After being repaired, the Teapot must be allowed a full long rest of 8 hours in its box before it can be summoned again.

Sentience. The Troublesome Teapot is a sentient, chaotic neutral construct with an Intelligence of 10, a Wisdom of 14 and a Charisma of 6. It speaks and understands Common, and has blindsense and hearing to a range of 50ft.

Personality. The Troublesome Teapot is incredibly belligerent, foul-mouthed, and inclined to insult anything and everything in its vicinity. If allowed freedom to act, it will invariably attack whatever creature in its vicinity looks like it would be the best in a fight, spouting insults the entire time. Once attuned, it will not attack the person it is attuned to, although it may continue to insult them. It is possible, although never yet successfully achieved, that the Troublesome Teapot may warm up to the person it is attuned to, to the point where it will accept commands or suggestions from them. Or at least settle for a warmer sort of insult.

(Optional) Waning Magic. The more often the Troublesome Teapot is damaged, the less it holds on to its magic. If the Teapot is reduced to 0 HP and repaired more than five times, it begins to get noticeably more listless and less lively. Its insults become more lackluster and less enthusiastic, and it begins to slow down in combat, reducing its movement speed to 30ft. After the eighth time it is destroyed and repaired, it can no long use bonus actions in combat. After the tenth time, it can no longer be summoned at all, and can only rattle sadly in its box. Once the Teapot has reached this stage, it has 2d20 days before it loses its magic entirely and ‘dies’/becomes nonmagical. The Teapot will be aware of and may understand what is happening to it. At the DMs discretion, it may be possible to stop and reverse this decline, perhaps by casting a spell such as Greater Restoration on the Troublesome Teapot, or by some other means, such as bringing the Teapot to a temple of a deity of craft, knowledge or arcana and asking for their intercession.

#d&d #5e #homebrew #magic items #sword in the stone #belligerent crockery

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minarcana · 5 months

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"How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old man?!" Hitting Emet Selch with a hammer, hitting Emet Selch with a hammer, hitti--

#ic : laurel #love hades ex

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miscling · 2 months

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hitty things!

so, i got a drop of new hitty things today so this is a post about my new improved collection of canes, floggers, paddles, and crops!

in the words of my nestie...

'Wow, you must really hate your butt!'

first then, paddles and bats!

There's the tawse at the very top there, and down the left side... a fake leather paddle with studs, a rubber paddle with studs which is flat on the other side, a wooden sports bat, then in the next column a wooden spoon, a leather paddle with a soft padded satin underside, a wooden short paddle, a table tennis bat, and on the right hand side a long paddle!

and crops, canes, and floggers!

Crop at the top, a riding whip, a quarter inch cane, an eigth inch cane, a rope flogger with knotted ends, a leather flogger, a red handled suede flogger, and in the bottom left a rubber flogger!

i haven't been hit by a lot of these! i'm looking forward to seeing how some of them play ^^

#miscling toys

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