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corrupt-fvcker · 3 years

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Dating Loki Headcanons…

Dating HCs ( Loki Laufeyson x GN!reader )

Warnings: SFW, gender neutral reader, mentions of loki being gender fluid, fluff, kissing, drinking, marijuana, domesticity, unedited, me lowkey roasting Loki

Word Count: 2.1K

Author’s Note: NO LOKI SPOILERS!! so i just finished the finale and… wow. feel free to send me a message about what you thought about it and/or some requests for loki :) i can also do requests for elaborating on these bullet points. also please correct me if i used improper terminology while writing about loki exploring himself as being gender fluid, i wrote it with my experience in mind though i understand that everyone is different.

Being Loki’s partner is not always easy.

Now, don’t get me wrong, loving Loki is nothing short of a magical experience. When you’re together is when you’re both happiest, it feels as if the stars align and a pleasant sense of peace settles over your conscious like morning fog.

Though, admittedly, loving him can be a bit dangerous. It’s electric. He fills you with energy and passion and power, yet if you’re not careful, you’ll get shocked.

Luckily, Loki is well-aware that he has some work to do when it comes to navigating his thoughts and feelings. While he may be proud and reluctant to admit his issues, he does force himself to do some inner-work for your sake.

He’s incredibly thoughtful when he wants to be. In the beginning of your relationship, it was easy for him to focus on himself. He’s a survivor and a schemer, he weighs his options and picks whichever benefits him the most.

However, as your relationship progresses, he learns to be more selfless. He eventually realizes that he’s happiest when you’re happiest. And over time, he switches his mentality from “how can I benefit from this?” to “how can we benefit from this?” You’re a team, in his mind. One cannot fail without everyone failing, and one cannot succeed without everyone succeeding.

He found that caring for others, specifically you, gets easier the more he does it. The more natural it becomes. He observes. He learns. And he forms habits.

After a particularly cold date involving an unanticipated rainstorm and only one available jacket, he always carries a spare sweater or coat with him, whether it be his or one of yours that he stole borrowed from your closet. And yes, he was a little too proud of himself the first time you needed the emergency sweater (definitely referred to himself as “insightful” and “genius” the rest of the day).

The ocean will dry up before there is a shortage of blankets at your house. He knows that he runs more than slightly cold, and he will not have you suffer from the fact. Heavy blankets for winter, fluffy blankets for autumn, light blankets for summer, knitted blankets for spring— this man could probably open up a blanket shop if he wanted to (he doesn’t, you made that joke already).

He has the smallest tendency to doubt himself. And by that I mean he is filled with self-doubt and insecurity about half the time. Not necessarily with day-to-day things. He knows that he can do chores, drive a car (barely but you’d never tell him that, you’d rather just insist on driving), charm just about anything that breathes, and summon anything he desires in a blink of an eye. But the small yet important things are what get the best of him. He worries you’ll find him to be too much work for what he’s worth. He stays up late at night, sure that one day he’ll step too far over the line. He’s nearly certain that you’ll eventually see through all his bells and whistles, and realize that he’s really not as magnificent as you had originally thought him to be.

Though, much to his fortune, you see through his bullshit. You know that he’s secretly insecure about your relationship and a lot of his qualities. And he’s forever grateful that you’re willing to look past his flaws and still love him. Or, in the very least, tolerate him.

Adjusting to life on Earth does spark a bit of an identity crisis within him. His life of luxury and royal privilege is gone. Though on the bright side, so is his life of torture and misery.

But nevertheless, he does find himself struggling to identify with the parts of himself that he was once so sure of.

He cuts his hair short and then grows it out. Changes his fashion tastes, changes the way he parts his hair, changes the literature he reads.

The changes don’t bother you, in fact you’re glad he’s finding healthy ways to adjust to this major lifestyle change.

At one point, Loki even changed his physical form. For a few weeks, he allowed himself to grow comfortable in his skin as a frost giant. While he didn’t feel entirely himself in this form, he was glad that after a few weeks the anxiety around it faded.

After trying out his form as a frost giant, Loki morphed into female form. While Loki was initially worried to see how you’d react to this change, she was pleased to find that you were happy as long as she was happy. For a few months, Loki remained in female form but ultimately reverted back to male form. Though on occasion he finds himself switching between the two.

He tends to be clingy. He likes to be touching you or have you touching him, though he enjoys when you’re both touching each other at the same time best. He likes it when you lay on top of him with your head on his chest, he likes to feel your heart beating against him. If you play with his hair, he’ll melt. He prefers keeping it long so you’ll braid it— he acts like he doesn’t enjoy you braiding his hair, but you know he does.

Kiss him on the tip of his nose. I dare you. He will turn dark pink before you even pull away.

He will never turn down the opportunity to hold you in his arms. He will kiss the top of your head if he can reach, and if he can’t, he’ll grow a few inches so that he can.

He enjoys cooking for you. There’s just something so simple yet domestic about cooking you something yummy. He’ll attempt to make all your favorite dishes and follow all of your dietary needs. No meat? No problem. No gluten? He’s got you covered. No dairy? He wouldn’t even think about adding some milk or throwing in some cheese as a harmless prank.

Which brings me to an important note: do not prank this man. He will take it personally. And he will not stop until he gets even with you and then some. Petty pranks don’t work on him either. Baby powder in the hair dryer is obvious and he’ll just point the dryer in your direction.

If he’s sick, good luck. You thought a god like him would be above a common cold. You were wrong. He gets super clingy, super whiny, super needy, and kinda turns into a dick. He needs to be spoiled. You need to treat him like he’s dying and these are his last days. If you try to pull “I can’t kiss you, I’ll get sick”— good luck with trying to get him to stop pouting. Don’t say I didn’t warn you (definitely push multivitamins on him for your sake).

He takes the longest in the bathroom when he’s getting ready. Which is ridiculous because he can simply poof! himself into an image of perfection. You’re starting to think he enjoys how irritated you get when he makes you late.

Also, warning! He’s an attention whore, to simply put it. He likes the spotlight, especially when it’s your spotlight. Shower him with affection please, it’s the only way he’ll ever shut his mouth. He’s not scared of causing a scene if it means he gets to spend some more quality time with you. It’s cute but you hate it.

I don’t make the rules, but Loki definitely shaves his legs in the shower because he likes how smooth they are. If you don’t like it, stay mad about it.

While Loki is fancy as fuck, he does love the outdoors. Earth is a beautiful planet, even if he is reluctant to admit it. He loves nature, specifically green forests, sandy beaches, and wild animals.

Side note: never take this man to the zoo. You thought he’d enjoy it because of his love of animals. He ended up freeing about half the animals in the zoo and breaking into about a dozen of the enclosures.

He does not understand the internet at all. Memes? Yeah, not his cup of tea. Though there has been a handful of times you’ve found him smirking over some internet articles, only to find that he enjoys reading insane “Florida man” stories. And he’s also not above arguing with people on Facebook and Twitter. Be careful though because he will throw his iPad across the room and throw a temper tantrum over some “abstract imbeciles.”

He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you even more. He’s got some pretty good ballroom dancing moves but he’s a little clueless when it comes to hip-hop.

Very protective over you. Almost to a dangerous extent. Definitely the type that’s ready to throw down with the first person that looks at you funny. If you get catcalled, hold this motherfucker back because he’s already got a knife in his hand.

Surprisingly, he likes kids. He’s not particularly sure if he wants to have children himself, but it’s definitely a conversation he’s interested in having with you in the future. If you’re against having children, he’s unbothered. If you’re interested in adding members to your family of two in the future, he’s ready whenever you are.

He’s not a huge fan of pets. Though if you already have a pet when you meet or get a pet as a surprise while you’re together, he’s not too bothered by their existence. Definitely gets jealous of the attention your pet receives though. He fits the role of “I did not want this animal but, for some reason, it loves me the most which means I will kill anyone that dares to hurt it.” You tease him when you catch him playing with the pet he didn’t want.

Also, Loki’s a lightweight. Which you find hilarious, because it is funny even if he pouts every time you tease him. He gets incredibly rowdy when he drinks, expect singing, dancing, and broken glasses. He also gets very touchy so don’t be afraid to bop him on the nose if he’s doing too much.

It takes a few years of Loki exploring Earth’s culture before he grows comfortable with the idea of smoking marijuana. But once you explain to him that it’s perfectly safe and that you’ll be by his side the whole time, he’s open to trying it. When Loki is high, expect lots of flirting, lots of touching, and lots of giggling. Don’t even bother playing a stupid comedy movies because he won’t watch it. He wants to spend this high cuddling you and discussing bizarre subjects. Pray this man doesn’t get the munchies because he’ll clear out your whole kitchen. Keep water on hand because he will definitely complain incessantly if he experiences cotton mouth. But if he’s lucky enough to not have an abnormally dry mouth, he would definitely encourage a lazy make out session.

He will definitely come up with a number of super creative terms of endearment for you, but some of his more generic favorites are sweetheart, darling, dear, and love.

Please please please make fun of his Asgardian accent. Mock him, dress up as him and run around the house pretending to be him. Please!!

He also has a thing for you wearing his clothes. I won’t go in depth (unless you want me to) but it does things to him.

You bought him a multi-color beanie with a pom pom sewn to the top of it. You were able to trick him into wearing it once (you told him it was peak Midgard fashion) but Stark ruined it. If you wear this beanie it will still do things to him.

Please let this man style your hair, or at the very least let him wash it when you shower together. But if you let him style it, he’ll get all giddy. You’ve caught him practicing his braiding technique multiple times.

He will want to spoil you. He doesn’t really understand money, and he definitely doesn’t understand what a budget is. But if he sees something that makes him think of you, he’ll buy it. Maybe even buy several of the same item. Please let him shower you with gifts, it’s one of his love languages.

His other love languages? I’m gonna have to go with all. Definitely a sucker for physical affection, but also won’t turn down a genuine act of service or quality time. Also compliment him. Like, a lot.

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thisiswhatshefelt · 3 years

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For Olivia | Chapter Two

Summary: Line cook Johnny “Coco” Cruz has made many bad decisions in his life, but his biggest regret is not being a part of his children’s lives. He reconciles with his teenage daughter, Letty, so he’s hopeful when he shows up on his four-year-old daughter’s doorstep. Shanice Hunter, a newly-appointed guardian, is determined to protect Olivia from anything— even if that means her own father.

Pairing: Chef!Coco x Black!OC Previous Chapter: One Warnings: This chapter kind’ve deals with a deadbeat parent, but we’re still in fluffy territory for now. Word Count: 2.7k

Chapter Two

~Six months ago~ Mel calls from outside the apartment the night. She’s at the door wearing the same smudged eyeliner she left with two days before, but she’s replaced her party dress with cheap, baggy clothing that are three times too big for thin frame. Her once flat ironed hair is reverting at the edges of her hairline. Shanice quietly eases outside so they can sit together on the steps.

“Do you remember when I first had her, and I begged you to take her? You promised me that I would learn. That I would get it right.” Mel rings the sweatshirt between her hands as if squeezing water from the fabric. Her hands become dryer between her fingers and at the knuckles the more she works her hands. “I’ve never gotten it right, ‘Nice. Not one time, so I’m asking you again–Please. Just until I get it together. I have to figure something out.”

Shanice sees how exhausted Mel appears in this moment. The weight of something more than two sleepless nights darken under her eyes. She’s never looked this tired. “What happened over there?”

She smiles even though there are tears falling from her eyes. “What happens in Vegas…” Shanice just stays silent, looking at her friend. Seeing the fracture splinter out even more. When she reaches out to pull Mel’s hand away from the bedraggled clothing, Mel’s lip begins to tremble. “He took everything, ‘Nice. Maxed out all my credit cards before I even realized he wasn’t coming back to the hotel room. A-All my jewelry, I don’t…”

“Oh, Mel,” Shanice says, and it’s all she can say as she moves herself closer to embrace the scared woman. “You can stay here with me until-”

“No, I can’t,” Mel objects, shaking her head and pulling away like she’s been burned. Shanice is about to insist, but Mel’s hand between them quells anymore protests. “I can’t. I have to do this on my own. Will you take her? It would just be until she starts Kindergarten–”

“Of course, Mel. I love her.”

The wrinkled paper, which she realizes is torn from a roll of receipt paper, now sits taut between her pinched fingers. It had his name and number scrawled on one side in handwriting that didn’t look that much different from the scribbling Olivia brings home from preschool.

Shanice doesn’t sleep well after Johnny appears on the doorstep. She doesn’t even leave Olivia’s bed when the bedtime stories end. For hours, she lays beside the girl, recalling past conversations she’d had with her best friend.

It feels strange to still call her ‘best friend’ now, though. Life divides Shanice and Melanie’s paths after college, but they regain closeness once Mel suddenly becomes pregnant and names Shanice the godmother. Shanice plays guardian even before Olivia is born, making sure Mel takes her prenatal vitamins and makes sure she keeps up with her doctor visits.

Now Shanice lays beside the girl so that their noses are almost touching, but her legs are too long for the mattress, so she has to tuck her knees up to fit. Loose strands of Olivia’s tight chestnut curls fall onto her eyelashes and Shanice tucks the strand back into one of her plaits.

Most people assume they’re related in some way because of how superficially similar they appear in passing. Shanice’s deep skin is just a few shades darker than Olivia’s tawny complexion. Their dark hair zig zags in soft, defiant halos when let out of the confines of twists or braids, but Mel is right there at the middle of Olivia’s face.

The bridge of her nose slightly widens before sloping into a rounded tip and it’s all Mel. Shanice leans in close to take in all of her scent before kissing her between the eyes and watching her breathe until sleep finally claims them both.

In the morning, Shanice is uncharacteristically sluggish, but that changes with her first cup of coffee. The morning ritual is completed with most of her mind on autopilot as Olivia talks at a million miles an hour through outfit changes and getting her hair styled into two French braids.

Shanice doesn’t realize she hasn’t been listening to most of the little girl’s one-sided conversation until the waffles pop up in the toaster. She juggles the hot waffles out of the machine and onto a plate before adding syrup and sliding it across the counter.

“Can we go?” Olivia taps her fingers on the counter, strumming her stubby fingers against the countertop.

“Wait, go where?” Shanice’s eyebrows knit together. She tries to recall the last few moments, but her mind is still on last night. The man at the door, and the panic she feels even as her face remains even. Coffee is a bad idea, but she’s now on her second cup.

“Can we go to the big park today. Please?”

“Funny,” Shanice says sarcastically. “I told you we could go this weekend, Mushroom, and it’s still–” Shanice makes a show of looking at her smart watch before her eyes land back on Olivia. “–yep, just what I thought. It’s still Thursday morning.”

Olivia clasps her hands together and squints her eyes as she squeaks out, “Pleeeeease-”

“Hey, hey, hey…ma’am.” Shanice isn’t very loud, but her words cut through just sharp enough to make a point. Olivia knows Shanice doesn’t tolerate whining and begging, so the little girl does the next best thing. Her shoulders slumped exaggeratedly, and like a sucker, Shanice falls for it as she quietly sighs. “If I get a good report from Ms. Wendy today, we can go to the playground at your school.”

“Kay!” Olivia’s eyes widen excitedly. “Can you tell mommy to come too?”

She can’t say that she’s been trying to call Mel all night, but the phone rings until the automated voicemail picks up. She wants her to pick up and ask how Johnny has her home address. It was better that the phone did go to voicemail because the conversation probably wouldn’t have been pleasant.

“I’m sure she’s gonna try her best to make it,” Shanice tells her just as her own waffles finish in the toaster. As she sips her coffee, she watches in slight disgust as Olivia smashes her bananas into each crevice of her waffles. “What’re you doing?”

“Makin’a waffles smooth.” Olivia fills some of the squares with the mashed bananas and takes a bite. “Want some?”

“Noooo thank you,” Shanice says, fervently shaking her head with a laugh. “I like my waffles with all the holes.”

After dropping Olivia off at preschool, Shanice makes her way to Damon Pope High School where she spends the first two periods with 9-12 graders, teaching them about the Harlem Renaissance before analyzing some poems by Countee Cullen and Langston Hughes. Teaching is exciting because she is always amazed at how astute these teenagers were with their analyzations. And their poetry is often some of the most beautiful she’s ever read. She’s excited to see the entries for the poetry contest this year.

At a free period, she shuts herself up in her classroom and tries Mel’s cell again. It goes straight to voicemail, and Shanice’s anger transforms into concern. She leaves another message, hoping for the best but thinking of the worst.

Shanice makes her way to Olivia’s preschool twenty minutes after the last bell rings and is there just as the first parents are leaving with their children. She’s soon inside and makes small talk with some of the parents and grandparents.

Olivia spots her and yells across the room of children and adults. “Aunty ‘Nice!” Olivia rushes over and grabs her hand before pulling her back over to the teacher, Ms. Wendy. “Tell her I was good, Ms. Wendy! Tell her!”

“Olivia…” Shanice tries to reprimand, but she finds herself biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

Ms. Wendy doesn’t hold in her laugh, and her wavy blonde hair dances with every shake of her shoulders. “Well, Olivia is always good, but she was extra special today.”

Olivia is beaming, but Shanice tries not to roll her eyes as she sees the little girl grinning. They say their goodbyes and walk outside to the playground where Olivia runs immediately to the slides. Shanice picks up Olivia’s backpack from the grass where it sits abandoned in the excitement and stands off to the side to make another phone call. The phone doesn’t answer but she gets a text message a few minutes later.

Hey girl. Got your messages! Been really busy lately but I’ll be over ltr tonight. Tell Liv I got her a present!! Xo

Shanice decides not to tell Olivia about the text message because she’s heard this before. She spends time with Olivia who looks up every time someone walks near the playground, hoping one of them will be Mel, but she doesn’t actually ask about her mother. There’s a destructive amount of hope in her eyes that dies with every passing moment.

There’s that hope Mel will show even at eight that night when Olivia is fast asleep. Shanice still has hope, but she knows it won’t happen.

I have something important to talk about, Mel. It’s about Olivia’s bio dad.

At ten, Shanice’s phone buzzes in the middle of grading assignments.

Sorry! Forgot 2 tell u I gave Johnny yur address! I didn’t know what to tell him. figured you would know what 2 do??

Is Liv upset I didn’t show?? Tell her I’ll be there in a couple days xo

Shanice is so angry that she only replies with

She’s fine.

before tossing her phone on the other side of the couch.

It’s more than sending a complete stranger to her home. It’s more than ignored calls.

Figured you would know what to do.

But Shanice doesn’t know what to do. She really wants to keep Mel included in their life. Keep her included in the decisions she has to make for Olivia, but Shanice is slowly accepting that she’s alone in this now. She can’t keep playing the role of a glorified babysitter.

The piece of paper is still on the night table when she goes back to retrieve it. Her emotions are driving her as she paces back to the couch to retrieve her discarded phone, so she doesn’t realize how late it is until she hears the groggy voice pick up.

“Yeah, hello?” he answers.

“I-I’m sorry,” Shanice says now caught off guard. It’s nearly midnight. “Is this Johnny?”

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“It’s Shanice,” she tells him. “Can we meet?”

Shanice pulls her car into the Tres Reyes lot during her a free period the next morning. It’s a quaint white building with a terracotta roof that looks almost like someone’s home, if not for the large sign on the face of the building in bold letters.

Once inside the diner, she can feel the warmth from the kitchen blanket every bit of her skin, but it isn’t as oppressive as the heat from the California desert. The white from the outside also paints the wall inside, but there are bright Spanish tiles on the floor which makes Shanice feel like she’s stepping on artwork. She also now feels wildly overdressed in her pencil skirt, blouse and heels.

A few older Latino people are scattered throughout the diner while some college kids occupy most of the other tables.

“Cuántos personas?” a teenage girl asks, coming from behind a desk near the door. Shanice fights the teacher in her that wants to ask, Shouldn’t you be in class?

“Uh, dos personas, por favor,” Shanice replies, quickly recalling something from her Freshman year at college.

The girl asks in Spanish, gauging whether or not she speaks the same language and by her accent, the girl nods. With a quick, disapproving twitch of her eyebrows that only a teenager can manage, she says, “Right this way.”

“Are you waiting for Coco?” the girl asks, nonchalantly placing two menus on the table.

“I…I mean, I’m waiting for Johnny?”

She nods again then turns slightly in the direction of the service window that separates the kitchen from the dining. “Coco!”

A few of the guests jump at the girl’s voice. Johnny walks from the kitchen, chastising her with his eyes. She shrugs back with an impressive lack of enthusiasm. “My bad, alright?” she apologizes, returning to her hostess spot behind the counter.

It makes sense now why Johnny wants to meet here. Shanice had assumed he’d be a guest, not an employee. He sits at the table across from her with a shy smile. He’s wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt, so she can clearly see that his tattoos wrap the full lengths of his arms.

Unsure of how else to begin, Shanice opens with, “They call you Coco?”

“Only people that really call me Johnny is my mom when I piss her off,” he says, smiling slightly. “Thanks for meeting me, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Shanice mutters.

“You want something to eat?”

“Thanks, but I have to get back to work in a little bit.” She sighs then decides to do away with pointless small talk. “She’s four years old now. Where’ve you been?”

Straight to the point. The question visibly unsettles him, but she’s past caring.

Johnny–or Coco sits up a little straighter in the seat. “I’m gonna keep it real with you. I been in and outta prison most of my life–nothing violent, but I got locked up a couple months before she was born and was in for the first two years of her life.”

Shanice suspects as much, so she isn’t shocked when he admits this. She’s more concerned with what lands him there. “Define…‘nothing violent?’”

He clears nothing from his throat, “Possession.” The words roll out of his mouth like a secret, but it falls between them like an anchor at the bottom of a chasm.

She nods once. Coco’s anxious, almost like the kids she has to chastise for not doing their homework. The fact that he’s been to prison doesn’t exactly make her flinch. She has a few relatives that had been incarcerated at one point in time and others that are still in jail. Had it not been for pure luck, she could have ended up the same way at a young age. Especially during her college days with Mel.

Shanice can’t help but be hard. It must feel like an interrogation the way she fires questions and sits emotionless on the other side of the table. “That’s still two years unaccounted for.”

“Honestly,” he said with a wince, “I thought she’d be better off without me there. Being a good father isn’t something I know how to be.”

“What makes you so sure you can be a good father now?”

“Nothing,” he says plainly. “But I remember how I felt growing up without my dad. I didn’t feel wanted. I don’t want her to feel something like that. Especially not ‘cause of me.”

“There’s an audience,” she notes with her gaze set upon the service window.

He turns to the men. One is older with white hair and shadows of old acne scars on his somber face. One of the younger men sports an undercut while the other has his hair shortly cropped. By the downturned eyes the three share, it’s obvious that the three are father and sons.

The older man adjusts his glasses and disappears into the kitchen when he realizes he’s been caught leering. The other two put their heads down and start scrubbing away at the tiles in the window with small towels.

Shanice focuses again at her table mate and stares at him for just a moment much too long for it to be deemed comfortable. She notices his fingers are tapping against the table, and she suddenly recalls a moment from that morning when Olivia does the same.

It’s a different beat, but it has the same heart.

“Okay,” she tells him, looking up, and she watches Coco break out into a boyish smile. “Let me get something straight, though. There’s no ‘try’ in this. She’s had people in her life disappoint her, and at her age, she hasn’t really learned to stop being hopeful.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, revealing a familiar dimple.

“We’re going to the park downtown this Sunday. You can meet us there if you don’t have to work.”

“Yeah,” he said, still smiling. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

Shanice is driving back to school a few minutes later, chewing on the realization that it will most likely be another sleepless night.

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Next Chapter: Three

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vanne-whump · 3 years

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CUJO. Part Two : Pressure.

BTHB: Forcibly Stripped. @badthingshappenbingo

Tags: @no-whump-on-main

OCs: Cujo Kansas, Vincent Carnegie

Content: Forced to strip (nonsexual), inferences of stalking, whipping, captivity, past conditioning, scars, dehumanising language, blood.

A decade of punishment adorned Cujo’s skin. Scar tissue upon scar tissue as he learned. Brutal beatings endured — when he thought back now, all he saw was that stupid teenager. All bark and no bite. Deliberately acting out, regardless of consequences.

If he died now, it would be with dignity.

And it wouldn’t be his own stupid fault. Not now.

“Take off your shirt,” Master spoke through his thinly veiled impatience.

Cujo obeyed, pulling off the shirt and letting it fall into the trodden mud in front of him. He shivered as the morning air hit him, staying silent as goosebumps began to rise on his skin. Jaw tight and arms crossed as he watched Master’s feet for movement. None came.

“And your pants. I don’t have all day, mutt.”

The unprovoked aggression put Cujo on edge as he fumbled to obey. If his passivity wasn’t enough now — he wasn’t sure how much more he could give. He unzipped his fly, kicking the pants away to also lie in the mud. Another shiver jolted down his back but Cujo had no fight left to complain. Not now.

In the next moment, water hissed through the garden hose. Cujo glanced upwards, having only short notice to prepare himself. He stumbled one — two — steps backwards as the cold drenched him.

But it took the dried — cracked — blood from his skin. Running it into the mud beneath his feet. Out of sight, out of mind. He used one hand to protect his face from the stream, but Master paid no mind to that.

“Turn around.”

Cujo did. He turned his back on Master, taking the opportunity to scrub the blood away from under his nails. Under the pressure of the water, he could feel throbbing in his shoulder. He hadn’t dared look yet. But he hadn’t bled out.

That meant he’d been hurt worse many times before now. The only way Cujo could describe that feeling was one of sick relief.

“You’re done. Catch,” Master snapped, before turning off the hose and throwing a dish towel at Cujo. For a split-second, Cujo was painfully alert, spinning around and catching the towel. “Dry yourself off. Wait in the utility room while I get you some more suitable clothes.”

“Yes, sir,” Cujo said, voice strung together by only several threads as he turned to follow Master into the house.

He wiped his feet with the towel before entering the house, taking the first left into the small utility room. A washer, dryer and chipped paint mapped out the room. Disused, it seemed.

Slowly, the shivering and goosebumps subsided, freeing some space for Cujo to think. Not that it had any benefit for him. He brought the towel down roughly on his skin, only letting it fall to the floor when it was truly useless. Soaked with water, mud and splatters of diluted blood.

Right on cue, Master appeared in the doorway with a neatly folded pile of clothes. After a cursory glance at Cujo, Master handed the clothes across.

“Get dressed. We need to talk about your performance last night.”

“Yes, sir,” Cujo said again, taking the clothes from Master.

Clothes in hand, Cujo turned around — away from Master one more time as he finished stripping off. He redressed as quickly as he could. Underwear, socks, navy blue suit trousers and a white button up. His hands shook as he buttoned the shirt, before turning to face Master one more time.

He wanted to talk about Cujo’s performance last night. Performance. Is that how he viewed it? Last night — it was nothing short of murder.

Up until now, that was something Cujo had never done.

“Come through to the living room. Sit on the couch and don’t you dare move.”

Cujo gave no verbal response this time, doing as he was told and sitting down on the edge of the couch. Somehow, doing that felt like a more severe criminal act than anything that had happened last night.

Master reappeared soon after with a folder, slightly dog-eared, but clearly of some importance to him. He seated himself beside Cujo, leaning into the back of the couch as he flicked to the appropriate page.

“I thought this might help put things in perspective for you. Take a look for me,” he handed the file across to Cujo who took it hesitantly. “Let me know when you’re done.”

Cujo nodded. He recognised the first page, tattered as it was, from years ago. His signature scrolled on page after page of waivers and consent forms. Contracts spanning the last nine years. The signature on the most recent form wasn’t even his.

Those contracts were something he had no interest in reading, so he looked ahead. Cujo could feel Master’s gaze on him as he finally saw pages that were new to him. Everything about him. An entire profile on him.

“Keep going, I need you to see why you’re here.”

One more turn of the page revealed photos. Dating back... Cujo didn’t know how long. A catalogue of every scar etched into his skin. Every single injury needing hospital treatment. Photographs of the horizontal whip bites down his back. The dodgy tattoo he’d gotten in a friend’s garage at sixteen. All of it — detailed much more carefully than he ever would have expected a group of thugs of having the ability to.

“What’s this supposed to show me? I already know I’m your property,” Cujo spoke in a strained tone. “I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t buy you for your intelligence, and clearly that’s a good thing,” Master started. “Your fight records. Seventeen-hundred wins. It’s a good record.”

“So? Lots of guys had good records...”

“But not many of those caught my interest like you did. You don’t mind breaking rules, do you?”

“I — what do you want me to admit here?”

“Your fights. Your win to lose ratio shoots up the moment rules are taken from the table. I like that.”

“Just luck,” Cujo mumbled, but he knew as well as Master seemed to. It was no coincidence. Even now, denying his brutal streak was the only approach that made sense.

“Luck or not, the way you handled yourself last night was appalling,” Master took the file back from Cujo and closed it. “It was messy, unprofessional and you... I will not tolerate you falling apart like that on the job again. Do you understand that? In your own time, absolutely, but not while you’re working.”

“Yes sir, it — it’s not going to happen again.”

“Good. We need to go over some terms, what I expect from you,” Cujo nodded. “Your job is to act as a bodyguard and everything else that entails. Your main job will be to escort myself, or anyone else I assign you, to public events. Parties, fundraisers, you get the picture there. Sometimes, you will need to deal with threats. Chase up payments. Think of it as being my personal bounty hunter.”

“Killing people who don’t give you what you want...” Cujo trailed off.

“It’s a crude description, but yes,” Master agreed. “We can put last night behind us but you will do better next time.”

The entire situation was a stilted exchange, but the agreement sounded reasonable to Cujo. Second chances for him had been few and far between up until now — he would take any advantage he could.

“Now we’re clear, are you in agreement to the work?”

“Yes, sir,” the nervous edge to Cujo’s voice was poorly concealed.

“You’re a fast learner, aren’t you Cujo? You will catch on in no time at all,” Master smiled as he stood. “Take a couple of hours. Get your head around it. I’ll see you at lunchtime.”

Cujo couldn’t help his stare as Master stood up. He heard something about him going to his office to work, but Cujo was far too taken aback to truly process any of what was said before he left the room.

Take a couple of hours? What was that even supposed to mean? Was he supposed to follow Master? No — no, if that was the case, he would have come back by now. So Master didn’t want to be disturbed. Cujo could do that — not disturb him.

He moved off of the couch and tried once more to process this. Sitting on the floor felt more natural. Safer. Cujo had never been hit solely for sitting on the floor. Then again, he had never killed anyone either.

Despite knowing that he should keep his guard up, the exhaustion was becoming too much. And sitting on the carpet — plush and expensive — was dizzying. Just one more huge change he was facing today. After listening for any sign of Master returning, Cujo could no longer help himself.

He slowly lay down, stretching out on the carpet as he closed his eyes. When, even after minutes, no sounds came, he drifted into a much needed but uneasy sleep.

—

When he eventually became aware of his surroundings once more, he could hear some movements from the next floor up. Cujo didn’t dare to listen, but he was sure there was a phone conversation going on that he was just out of earshot of.

Footsteps on the stairs jerked him awake. He bolted upwards to sit up straight to at least appear as though he were paying attention.

Master entered the living room as the footsteps on the stairs waned. He leant in the doorway, dressed formally in a suit and tie. Freshly laundered by the looks of it. Not that it was of any relevance to Cujo.

“Did you sleep well? We have a last minute engagement. Tonight. It should be enjoyable,” he explained, absently fixing his shirt collar. “You’ll have to attend. We’re leaving in about an hour, is there anything that you need first?”

“An hour?” Cujo asked, pulling a hand through his still damp hair. “What time is it?”

“Three. You slept through lunch. Did you want something?”

“You didn’t wake me up...”

“I’m not your personal alarm, Cujo.”

“No — no — I — I meant that you — I just mean that you let me sleep,” Cujo backtracked his answer. “Thank you.”

“Do you want something to eat before we leave?” Master ignored Cujo’s words of thanks. “Kitchen is through there,” he made a quick gesture.

It only confused Cujo more. He would never dream of taking something to eat. It just — something like that wasn’t allowed. Ever. But Master seemed serious in the offer.

“Sir, can I just ask...?”

“Spit it out.”

“Am I allowed to take food if I’m hungry?”

“What a stupid question!” Master scoffed. “I did not sign up to babysit. You will do anything required without disturbing me. Eating, sleeping, entertaining yourself. Anywhere you are not permitted to go is locked. Knock yourself out. I’ll find you when you’re needed.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Cujo fumbled at the confirmation.

Cujo remained where he was for several moments as he processed the information. It was just a new rule he’d have to learn — every new placement had them. Though, they weren’t always so alien.

“I’m not hungry, sir,” he eventually said. Master paid no attention to that — Cujo should have known he wouldn’t care.

The entire situation was so... disconnected from everything Cujo had become accustomed to. The illusions of freedom were no longer merely illusions. In itself, that was unsettling.

Growing pains. That’s all this was. Cujo only had to muddle through the next few days as the ground settled. He would learn his place. Learn what was expected of him on a daily basis.

“Get dressed, then. You can wear that, and there’s a closet upstairs with your work attire. Third door on the left.”

Cujo nodded once, before getting to his feet and heading towards the stairs. He avoided looking around, going straight to the third door on the left.

Inside, the room was sparsely furnished — a closet along one wall, a broken mirror covering one of the sliding doors. Opposite was a set of drawers, padlocks securing each of them.

Anything Cujo wasn’t to open was locked.

He’d been instructed to get dressed. A benign order with so much potential to backfire.

Cujo didn’t rummage any deeper in the closet than he was forced to. A selection of formal jackets were hanging inside. Cujo took one — navy blue. The same shade as the trousers he had been given this morning. He also took a pair of shoes, pulling them on and glancing at himself in the broken mirror while he closed the closet door.

It was mundane in the best way. For as long as Cujo could remember, his entire life had been mapped out for him. And, maybe, this was no better. Maybe he was trading in something much worse to receive autonomy like this. Maybe he had already traded it in.

He buttoned the jacket, pulling it to a better fit. Cujo ignored the way the fabric was sticking to the wound on his arm. Right now, a graze didn’t warrant his attention.

What did earn his attention was the sour taste of luxury he felt as he looked at himself in the mirror again. For the first time since Kansas, it seemed like this might be a luxury that he could keep.

And by the sounds of it, his life would begin to comprise of hundreds of those luxuries very soon.

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eyes-like-a-pisces · 4 years

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Rules: Answer 10 questions, tag 10 people and make another 10 questions.🧜‍♀️

Questions from my astrological twin: @maiden-song 💕

1. if you could choose to glimpse the afterlife, would you?

Yes, I would. I think a lot about It.

2. under what circumstances do you think you past life was lived?

I could have had many past lifes. I think I was a native american, cause I've always felt bonded to their tradicion and same with China, cause when I hear the sound of Erhu - traditional chinese instrument, something wakes up in me. I've also always wanted to see Sweden & Finland, so maybe I was doing something there... I mean, I could do anything. I see myself in biblical times, as well as middle ages. I could be a renaissance artist, as well as dying of hunger during victorian era, or something, and that's probably why I'm still careful with money, haha. For my latest one, I think I could have been a hippie in the 60/70s and had some drug use experience, cause when I was a child I used have dreams about taking drugs, even if I didn't know anything about It. I also had some experience with psychics (and "psychics"), my mom had a past life regression and she told me she saw me few times... I don't take anything for granded, but reincarnation is one of my favourite theories.

3. what three skills would you instantly master if you had the choice?

Playing every instrument, speaking every language, singing beautifully

4. would your rather no passion or no pain?

No pain. Everything is needed in life, but you know, enough is enough.

5. if you had a chance to leave this world and go to another one, would you take it?

Depends of the world and who I would meet there. Even if this world can be cruel and disappointing at times, I still have some love for him and humanity.

6. if you could smell like anything in the world, what would it be?

Like the first day of spring, when you go outside and the air smells different. Or a storm.

7. do you feel like common interests or philosophical comparability are not important?

They are very important. I can't imagine a relationship without similar interests, views. You either get bored or fight constantly. I think that the whole point of searching a partner is trying to find things you got in common. The more similar you are, the more understood you feel and more you are attracted to them. That's my experience at least. That's a very basic example, but as you may noticed, I'm very much into music and I was dating a guy, who wasn't into music that much at all. I thought It doesn't matter at first, but then I started feeling like I'm missing my favourite way to connect with other person. Once I met a guy who loved music as much as I do, I'm sorry to admit It, but my partner became unattractive to me.

Similar interests and views are needed at the beginning, to bond with somebody, and later, to simply enjoy spending time together (thanks Captain Obvious). I mean... chemistry and good will are not enough for a relationship to last. Don't get me wrong, I don't think you have to be identical and agree on everything - some differences can be inspiring, balance your relationship and teach you something new. It's also ok and even needed, to have some separate hobbies, things that you like to do on your own. There are also other important things, like, if you equally care about each other and if you are on the same page in general, but I can't imagine not agreeing in the key points and things that are the most important to you. And the only person who can decide what is the most important is the person who is in that relationship, no matter if It's about interests, philosophy or religion. But beside a romantic relationship, I think It's good to be surrounded by different people and listen what they got to say.

8. if there was one mystery you alone could learn the answer too, what would it be?

The mystery of life in general. Why we are here, is there any destiny, how we are connected, how this universe works, what happens after death...

9. in your opinion, is there anything more important than love?

No :) (I'm not talking about putting your relationship before other things. I'm talking about love as a big force and meaning of this universe)

10. describe a new planet you would live on, if you could.

I want things to be diverse, monumental... Maybe another moon, why not. As a concept of the world, I wish there would be peace :) everybody has their safe place to live, will to live, passion, purpose, someone to love and who loves them back. Amen.

Questions from @mybloodiedvalentine 💕👯

1. What is an unpopular opinion you hold you about which you feel strongly and with which you seem to notice a lot of people disagree?

Nothing specific comes to my mind at the moment (that I haven't mentioned before). I sure have some, but what's unpopular opinion in general and what's unpopular opinion on tumblr, are two different things. Maybe, that the "tumblr positivity" is not really helpful. Like: "in case you need to hear this: you are smart, you are loved... ". How do you know that? Those are just empty words. But It's better to spread positivity than negativity, of course.

2. What is the nicest thing a stranger has ever told you that you can recall?

Oh, I had a few situations like that... This is so lovely, when a stranger wants to just be genuinely nice, not just catcalling you...For example, when I was with my 3 girlfriends at the club and 2 ladies in their 40s where like: "excuse me, we just wanted to say that we can't stop starring at you all, cause you are the priettiest girls in the club." And we were like: aww, omg, you are beautiful too, come dance with us. And we were all dancing in our witches circle ignoring all sweaty men around us, haha. Or when my mom went to the the same hair saloon as me and asked hair dresser if she remembers me and she said that she does and that I'm nice and intelectual. I'm her faithful client now ;_; (Sorry for sucking my own dick, but It was nice to remind myself about these situations).

3. Has a piece of art or music ever made you cry? If so, do you remember a specific moment?

Crying to music is my passion. The latest intense moment was few days ago. I was loading a dishwasher at night and I played some music and then "lover you should've come over" by Jeff Buckley came on and sudden wave of lonelliness hit me so hard, that I just had to put down the plate, hide my face in my hands and weep ✌

4. What’s your favourite piece of clothing?

Idk, maybe my Penny Lane coat :)

5. What’s a random childhood memory that fills you with a deep sense of comforting nostalgia?

Sledding with kids during a very cold winter in my home town, until It got dark and snow looked like sprinkled with glitter and having my freezed feet warmed up with a hair dryer, when I came back home, haha.

6. What is/was your favourite thing about your mom? If not your mom, your dad? Or best friend?

My favourite thing about my mom is that she's tolerant and open minded. I didn't have to lie to her or pretend I'm someone I'm not because of that. My favourite thing about my dad is that he actually cared about being a parent, even tho my parents divorced. I respect that he has unwavering morals and huge knowledge about a world - biology, astronomy, music, art...- subject doesn't matter- but he is very modest about It.

7. What’s something you learned on your own of which you’re proud?

Playing guitar

8. When was a moment in your life you remember laughing the hardest?

I was playing cards since I was a kid. After few years, when I was about 13 y. o. I got the first poker, a royal flush. When I saw my cards, I'm not sure why, I just coudn't believe my luck, I started laughing so hard I almost died.

9. What do you like to do when you’re having a hard time mentally that invariably calms you down?

Really depends of the kind of situation and if It's triggered by something or just a longer period of time feeling in a certain way. The is no a magic trick, but some things might be helpful. When It's concrete situation, at first, when the feelings are really intense, then I just can't calm down. Every try to do so, has a reverse effect. Like, I CAN'T THE FUCK CALM DOWN and It makes me even more angry. Brain needs about 20 min to chill, if It's not triggered, so It's better to be left alone and just go mad a little until brain will have enough haha. Have a good cry, listen to some music, have a lonely walk, write my feelings down etc.

I like to listen to Teal Swan on youtube. She's a spiritual teacher. I know, It might not sound encouragingly, but she actually seems very down to earth. She has a video about like, every emotion and every problem ever. She's very good in naming feelings, rationalizing them and It makes you feel more understood. And It calms me down as result. ASMR doesn't work for me, but I remember that at some point I liked to listen to sounds of the nature, like rain, waves etc + guided meditation to fall asleep.

Music always helps in general - listening, playing guitar, singing. I also like to take an oil and do a face massage. I'm really sorry if I sound like an instagram influencer 🤢, but when you feel bad for a longer time, you frown and there is a tention in your jaw, it can be really relieving. I follow instructional videos on yt.

When I have a longer period of going into downward spiral, then every way to distract my brain is good - TV shows, internet content that is not related to my life situation (although, sometimes It's good to distance yourself from social media), for example, I like criminal podcasts, cause they are occupying enough to distract a miserable brain, meeting somebody, going to a place I've never been before. + any kind of shedule, reason to leave the house, any goal, anything positive to look forward to and having even the simplest things done, is a blessing (even if sometimes It's the last thing I wanna do). I also tend to be much sadder in the evening, so I just go to sleep. When nothing works, then It's time for the professional help.

10. Do you have a favourite holiday memory?

Discovering Cocteau Twins.

Best regards if u actually read all that chatter, but those questions were so interesting, that I couldn't limit myself to one sentence answer (in most cases).

My questions are:

1. Who or what was the most influential for your music taste?

2. If you could time travel, where and when would you like to go first?

3. If you could be someone from an opposite gender for a day, how would you like to look like and what would you do?

4. Do you have a style icon/inspiration? Or a favourite designer? Desribe your dream clothing style

5. What's the song by a band/artist from your country that you could recommend? (From your hometown or state eventually)

6. What is the most rebellious thing you've ever done?

7. Has ever something in your life happened, that you coudn't explain with logic?

8. What 5 objects someone could use to summon you?

9. What is your favourite name from your culture's language? And outside your culture's language?

10. What's a song you normally wouldn't admit you like or different from music that you usually listen, but still enjoy?

I tag: @winterdryad @bowiepop @nightmare @confusion-in-the-sea-of-sorrow @l0w-budget @numberoneblind @mirandasinclairs @mysticbride @leperwitch @comeacrossthedesertnoshoeson @hexafu @mielmelancolie @arcane-delight

#don't reblog this or any of my personal posts please #and thank you

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make-it-mavis · 5 years

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Second-Hand Smoke

Wreck-it Ralph Main Timeline Fic (~1983) 2413 words Characters: Fix-it Felix, Turbo Content warnings: Mild Innuendo

Premise: Felix gets an unexpected, unpleasant, late-night visitor, and learns something very strange and alarming about himself.

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The clock was twisting leisurely towards 4 AM when Felix heard the knock.

It was a bit past his bedtime, but there were so many jobs to attend to after work, an unusual amount within his own building (the handiwork of his cousin, he suspected). He had only stayed up to record the day's events in his journal as he habitually did, and to have a chamomile tea for winding down, as usual. The nightly rituals had to be observed or sleep would not visit.

But that knock. His mug had almost reached his lips, but it remained suspended while he regarded the door quizzically. Surely, all the Nicelanders would have been in bed by then.

Knock knock knock!

The hand behind the door hit harder, impatiently, like time was of the essence. Fearing that it may have been an emergency, Felix bound for the door without bothering to put down his mug. He nearly dropped it the second he turned the knob.

The visitor did not wait to be invited in, or even greeted. They simply rammed their way right through, leaving Felix to catch his footing behind the door.

"Land's sakes!" he exclaimed, trying to catch up with the situation. "What's this all about?!"

But when he stepped out and saw the intruder, the rudeness made more sense. Turbo, dressed in plain pants for once, and a sleazy leather jacket. Before Felix could ask him what was going on, his sudden bark cut him off.

"YOU IN HERE?!"

Shaken a bit by his aggressive tone, Felix's voice squeaked. "Wh-Who? Me?"

Turbo ignored him completely, and merely threw himself into very thoroughly scouring the apartment, growling all the while. He shoved past the door to the kitchen, and Felix followed him in, his head buzzing with confusion. Turbo was looking everywhere, even unreasonable spaces for a sprite to hide in -- the fridge, the freezer, the cabinets, even the dishwasher. And just like that, he prowled out without so much as a glance at Felix.

Felix continued to watch him, barely managing to think over the bizarre situation. Why would Turbo be in his apartment? Although Felix did do his best to tolerate him, Turbo was Mavis' friend. Their connection had lasted over a year by that point, an impressively long time for Mavis. Felix was happy for her and all, but part of him wished she had picked someone a little less--

Wait.

Heart threatening to leap into his throat, Felix scurried closer, and squeaked, "Are you looking for Mavy?! Is-- Is she in trouble?"

"You bet your bits she is," Turbo snapped as he hopped onto the couch to peer behind it, leaving bits of dirt and grass on the cushion when he stepped down. After a quick glance under the dining room table, he stomped down the hall to the bathroom and nearly ripped the shower curtain, then made sure to check the washer and dryer. Felix tried to speak, but Turbo whipped around and shoved past him again, intruding into the bedroom.

Bounding after him, Felix insistently asked, "Wh-Wh-What's happened to her?! Turbo, talk to me!"

Checking the closet, Turbo growled, "Quit yer freakin' wailing already, will ya? The damn rainbow rat made off with my keys again."

"Your-- Your keys?"

Turbo threw all the laundry on the floor to check the hamper. Felix would have been horrified, if he had not been hit with a wash of relief. He touched his chest, sighing.

"Oh, thank Litwak," he breathed. "So she's not hurt at all?"

Turbo circled the bed and dropped to check under it. "No," he stood up and growled deeper, "but when I find her, she's roadkill."

Felix's mouth twisted a bit as he watched Turbo storm back out. "Please tell me you're exaggerating."

He heard Turbo grumble flatly, "We'll see."

Felix followed Turbo back into the living room, who seemed to have slowed his momentum a bit, enough to merely pace angrily for a moment, sighing and combing his fingers back through his thick mess of hair. Felix himself seemed to gravitate naturally in the direction of the door, hoping it would prompt his uninvited guest to leave. He rubbed the warm mug still in his hands anxiously.

Turbo’s ‘roadkill’ comment was still nagging at him in a worrying way. He did not want to believe that Mavis’ friend was actually capable of hurting her, but… that temper. He was not sure just how to word it, but he could not leave it unsaid.

“Turbo,” he tried to say firmly, but found his voice trembling, “I don’t like you even joking about hurting my cousin. Why, if I ever catch wind of you takin’ that temper of yours out on her—”

He was cut short by Turbo hanging his head back and pointing a groan at the ceiling, one that seemed to escape the confines of his very code. “For Devs’ sake — I didn’t MEAN IT, ya dimwit, okay?! I ain’t that kinda guy! Now will ya get off my dick for one second?!”

Felix had no idea what to say to that, but he supposed it was a comfort. “...Oh...kay.”

Dragging his hands down his face, Turbo heaved another heavy, wet sigh. He rubbed his cheek, and let that hand snake behind his head. His eyes closed and his brow furrowed, and he seemed to hold his breath for just a moment, before releasing it and dropping his arm to grope around inside his jacket. “That woman, I tell ya…” he grumbled. “Remind me why I let her near me.”

“Because… she’s your friend?” Felix suggested weakly.

At that, Turbo simply curled his nose with a clipped, flat snort. He pulled something out of his jacket, and Felix’s brows raised when he recognized it as a pack of cigarettes. Knocking the nasty little rolls to jut out of the package, he seized one with his teeth and pulled out a lighter. It chuffed repeatedly as Turbo casually lit up, the light glowing back on his face as his other hand guarded the flame.

It took Felix just a moment to process the sheer level of rudeness, but he quickly shook it from his head. He had put up with a lot in the last ten minutes, but this just tore it. It was time to put his foot down.

“No, no. No, that is quite enough. Turbo,” he began with as much force as he could use while remaining polite, “you know you’re welcome to visit at a decent hour, but barging in at four in the morning to ransack my apartment, badmouth my cousin, and— and now, you’re smoking? No! No, I’m afraid I have to ask you to take it outside. This is a non-smoking building. You can’t smoke that in here!”

Suddenly, for the first time that night, Turbo’s gaze locked onto Felix. A touch of regret curled in Felix’s stomach, as if he had just antagonized some wild animal, and Turbo’s warning glare sure befitted one. The demon boy took in a long drag, the glow of his eyes cutting through the hazy plume he exhaled. Before Felix knew what to do, Turbo was already advancing on him with steady, threatening steps. All he managed to do was shrink back until his back hit the wall by the kitchen door, trapped by Turbo’s presence. He was standing just a touch too close for comfort, close enough for the smell of ash to burn Felix’s nostrils — mostly from the cigarette, although his jacket had been wafting the scent of smoke all over the apartment since he arrived. Felix guessed that its leather had seen more than its fair share of cigarettes.

The tension in the silence was palpable. Felix could have stepped aside, but he felt frozen, somehow, seized by that rock-hard, commanding look. Turbo scrutinized him, reading his face. He took another drag, and exhaled the foul smoke through his nose. Frozen as he was, Felix could not keep from coughing into his glove. Turbo watched, just waiting for him to catch his breath. Once he did, his voice rumbled out lowly.

“Did I hear you tell me… what I can’t do?”

Felix stammered, “I— Well, I meant m-mostly to—”

“Do I LOOK,” he snarled to interrupt, before his voice dropped again, “like I’m in the mood… to be told what I can’t do?”

Really feeling that regret, Felix quivered and tried to save himself without caving. Eyes shifting around the apartment, he stuttered, “W-Well, n-no, it’s just that-that the smell of the smoke— Well, it clings, you know, and-and I can’t really— I can’t really fix smells, so, so the curtains, and-and the upholstery, they’d— oh, it’d be a trial to get the smell out...”

“And?”

Felix blinked. “It’s… It’d just be really inconsiderate to do that… to s-someone’s house.”

Turbo squinted. “And?”

“Uh—”

“Lemme make one thing perfectly clear, Choir Boy,” Turbo stepped in even closer, seriously intruding on Felix’s personal space, and hissing out a whisper. “I. Don’t. Care. About your upholstery.”

Felix gulped. “I— I know—”

“See, I don’t know if you got the memo,” he muttered, “but I do whatever I want. And when someone tells me I can’t, I do it even harder. So right now, I’ve got half a mind to come back here every night until I’ve smoked that entire pack, ‘til every last inch of this place reeks of my smoke, and you can’t so much as inhale without seein’ THIS,” his lips snarled a bit with the word, flashing his jagged teeth, “every wakin’ moment. You get me?”

It really was an upsetting prospect. Felix nodded, finding it hard to speak. Turbo was just around the same height as him, but somehow, he felt towering. Felix did not want to feel so intimidated by such a… well, by someone like Turbo, but right then, he… sort of did. ‘Intimidated’ may not have been the right word, not even ‘scared’. His aura was just so strong, his stare so forceful, unflinching. It seemed challenging, even, like it was daring Felix to fight back, but threatening to flatten him if he did. It was… dominant. That was the word. Dominant.

Damn if it was not about to make Felix turn up his belly and submit.

It was wrong. Somehow.

Maybe.

At that point, Turbo’s snarl began to fade, but he did not smile. “I’m not gonna do that,” he muttered, “because this place is a total drag, and I’ve got better things to do. So there’s me bein’ considerate of you. Enjoy it. It won’t come often.”

Felix did not move. He merely clutched his mug to his chest. The tea had gone cold by then, but he felt strangely warm, and… sort of light-headed. Returning Turbo’s stare, he became caught up in one little detail. There was red in his irises. He had never gotten close enough to see before.

Those eyes narrowed, and Turbo turned his head a bit to peer at Felix suspiciously. “Question,” he murmured. “I don’t waste a lot a’ my time lookin’ at you, so tell me…”

A smirk suddenly broke out over his face, and he half-purred, “Is your face always this red, or is it just me?”

“Huh?” Felix snapped out of it, with the feeling that he should have been horrified. “What? It’s not red! Is it?”

His insides twisted as he realized just how hot his ears had become, and his cheeks were practically sizzling at their peaks. Although he was gloved, he touched his face in alarm. There was no way. There was no reason! No sense at all!

He had made it to ‘horrified’.

“Well— Well—” he stammered, only feeling his face glow further, “I have been known to get a lil’ red in the face now n’ then, ‘cause that’s, well I’m just a really red fella, y’know, it’s not uncommon for us peachy-skinned folks—”

In a blink, Turbo slammed his fist against the wall above Felix’s head, and despite himself, he jolted with a squeal. That just about did it. Breathing deeply, staring at the demon’s intrusive glare, he… mostly wanted to crumple down to the floor.

A small wheeze in Turbo’s throat preceded a delighted, barking laugh that at last led him a few steps back from Felix. As Felix caught his breath, holding his forehead, Turbo granted him a few claps to accompany his nasty cackle.

“Oh, Devs above,” he shook his head, swiping a tear from his eye, “I guess one thing runs in the family, huh?”

“Wh… What?” Felix had far too much to keep up with in that moment.

Turbo leaned in a bit again, that grin as smug as ever. “Listen, lover-boy, I hate to break your heart like this, but, ah,” he pointed a thumb at himself, winking with a tongue-click, “girls only.”

Felix blinked. He sure seemed secure about it. “Oh. Well, that’s lovely,” Felix said uneasily, but pleasantly. “I support you. Thank you for— But wait, WAIT, THAT’S NOT— THAT’S NOT RELEVANT TO WHAT JUST— I WASN’T—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Turbo stepped in, pulling in one last drag of his cigarette that burned an impressive length, and just spoke through the smog, “No shame in wantin’ a piece a’ this. Anyone would. I ain’t about to make out with ya, sorry to say, but, y’know, if y’wanna spoon with a pillow tonight n’ pretend it’s me? You do you.”

With that, he dropped his cigarette in Felix’s tea, and pat him briskly on the very warm cheek. “‘Cuz y’ain’t gonna do me.”

And he left. Just like that, he opened the door, and he left. Felix’s brain was a map of criss-crossing roads covered in ten-car pile-ups, but Turbo’s voice echoing “Sweet dreams!” as he left down the hall spurred him into action. He thrust his head out the door and saw the dastardly racer press the elevator button.

“Turbo!” he called desperately. “It’s not what you think!”

Turbo gave him a cheery side-glance, brows high.

“IT’S NOT!”

A door creaked as Deana poked out of her nearby apartment, giving Felix a sort of annoyed, but mostly alarmed look. Chastising himself for yelling, he grinned sheepishly and waved her down. But as he saw Turbo strolling into the elevator, something very important occurred to him, and he had to get it out before the elevator doors closed.

“Wait—” he yipped, “WHAT RUNS IN THE FAMILY?!”

#fanfiction #wreck it ralph #fix it felix #turbo #have a silly idea ive had for a long long time #managed to keep it short this time hurray!!!#also ive never written these two interacting before

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scribomaniac · 4 years

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What about an Elide/Lorcan zombie!AU fic?? I'm thinking like Lorcan + the court are set up in an abandoned prison or something and Lorcan is off on a long mission where he encounters Elide who's survived due to her wits. He tracks her, saves her, and eventually brings her back to the rest of the group. I love a good fear to love story, if you're open to it :)

Thank you for your patience! I got halfway through writing this when COVID-19 hit the fan and my job went berserk. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Lorcan crashed through the trees of the forest without hesitation or caution. In one hand he held a double barrel shotgun, and in the other a bone knife. His long dark hair was greasy and knotted from days of hard work and pursuit. If he had only come back sooner, if he hadn’t left her alone, maybe she’d be washing his hair for him right now. Her nimble fingers would be running through the strands, gently working her own brand of magic on his horrible excuse for a head of hair.

“Seven days?” She had asked, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

He’d nodded, dipping down to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, “Seven days.” Then he kissed her lips.

Seven days--seven goddamned days. That’s all it was supposed to be, all it was supposed to take for him and his Cadre to make it from their fortress to the supply train and back again. Dammit, he swore to himself. How did this happen?

The snapping of a twig was the only warning he got--thrusting his bone knife up and to his right with preternatural accuracy, Lorcan stabbed the crazed zombie through it’s open mouth, the blade cutting through decomposed flesh and straight to the brain stem. Quick as lightning, he snatched his hand back and continued on.

How did this happen? He wondered again. Aelin suspected a traitor. The burning behind her eyes was so fierce Lorcan had felt their heat as she cursed whoever was responsible.

He, Aelin, Rowan, and a few others had ventured out from their haven in an abandoned jail house to replenish their supplies. The train sent by the government only came by four times a year and they needed the medicine it brought. The Cadre always knew the risk they took when venturing out into the forest. Zombies ran rampant in these parts. The government kept claiming they’d fix the mess they’d started, and every few years the army would come out to purge the forest, but the problem never really went away.

“Who are you?” He asked, his dark eyes warily watching the limping girl before him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and his leg throbbed with pain. He’d escaped the last zombie horde without a bite, but not without injury. Still, he turned his body side face, not wanting this girl--this enemy--to see his weakness. She may look as innocent as a deer, but if he learned anything from Lysandra, it was that appearances could be deceiving.

“Put that thing down,” the girl hissed, glaring at his gun. “Do you want to draw them closer?”

Lorcan sneered, “How do I know you’re not one of them?” Zombies, freshly minted ones, at least, kept their wits about them for days--weeks, even--before the hunger consumed them.

Eyebrow twitching, the girl said, “You’re either an idiot,” she paused to take a deep breath, “or a dick.”

Lorcan blinked, “What?”

The girl’s eyes widened, “Duck!” She screamed, and Lorcan acted on instinct. Ducking, just barely, he saw the glint of a knife fly over where his head had just been and straight into the eye of a zombie.

The knife plunged deep into the eye socket, and the zombie crashed down next to Lorcan’s kneeling form in a dead heap. Mouth agape, he looked back to the woman before him. Nostrils flared and lips pursued, she said, “I’m Elide, and I’d like my knife back, thanks very much.”

Lorcan had fallen for her instantly. He’d brought her back to the haven with him, introduced her to the cadre. Elide was sharper than any blade, kinder than a saint, and although that one throw to the eye had been a bit of a lucky shot--”I’d been aiming for it’s mouth,” she’d confessed as she helped him walk home--she was a fighter through and through.

So when he arrived back from their supply run to find the jail house empty of human life and overrun with stumbling zombies, he hadn’t wasted time searching the place. Elide was too smart to stay and try to defend it, especially without the might of the cadre. No, no, Elide would have taken the survivors and gotten out. She had to be out here still. If he could just find her--

Another zombie. This time he’s not able to get his knife up quickly enough. It pins him to the ground, it’s yellow teeth snapping at his throat like a damned piranha.

It was quiet. Most people had gone to bed long ago, but not them. Elide sat by the window, looking up at the night sky. Lorcan sat nearby at the table, a book opened in his lap, it’s pages left unturned.

Dark eyes flickering over to him, she asked, “Is there something on my face?” Her nose scrunched up, and Lorcan’s heart stuttered.

“No--no,” he coughed to cover up his stumbled words. “I just had a question,” he said it slowly, because he didn’t really have a question. He just liked looking at her, for some reason. But he couldn’t just tell her that.

Cocking her head to the side, Elide’s brows furrowed as she waited for him to continue. Ears burning red beneath his dark hair, he asked, “How did you survive? On your own?”

It had been a mystery to him. Not a burning one, but a mystery nevertheless. Most people wouldn’t last a day out in the forest alone. Not when the zombies were drawn to the smell of blood like a shark.

“Zombies, they’re not,” she paused, her lips thinning in thought. “I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think they can smell. I don’t think that’s how they hunt. I mean,” she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, “I’d have died a long time ago, if they could,” she laughed. “I think though,” her dark eyes flitted around the room and then landed back on him, “I think they hunt by sound.”

The crack of a gunshot echoed through the forest. Disrupted birds took their leave of the branches, and the air was knocked from Lorcan’s lungs as he stared up into the eyes of Vaughan. “They’ll have heard that,” Lorcan grimaced, pushing the completely dead corpse off him. Vaughan nodded, then extended a hand to help his friend up.

The two quickly vacated the area, keeping their eyes and ears peeled for any movement or sound that indicated a possible threat.

“The slower you move,” Elide was telling the Cadre her theory as she sat atop a broken and decrepit dryer, “the less sound you make.” Locking eyes with Lorcan first, she then gestured to her ankle, “I’m pretty slow by nature,” she tried to laugh it off, but Lorcan could hear the frustration behind it. “And quiet, which is how I was able to survive outside my uncle’s fortress and make it all the way here.”

“What happened to your uncle’s?” Rowan asked. It was a good question, Lorcan had thought while nodding his head. Perhaps the man had died, or perhaps he’d fallen prey to one of the creatures, or--

“I ran away,” Elide confessed, her chin raised high and her nostrils flared, almost daring anyone to tell her how stupid she’d been. “I’d rather be eaten by a zombie than live one more day under his roof.”

Aelin purred, “Well someone’s got the fighting spirit.”

Elide locked eyes once more with Lorcan, and he knew instantly: he was in love.

They couldn’t take Elide’s advice now, though. The slower they went, the more careful they stepped, meant the longer she was in danger. And that was something Lorcan could not tolerate, not while there was still breath in his lungs and a beat in his heart.

“Here,” Vaughan hissed, coming to an abrupt stop.

Lorcan bared his teeth, preparing for another wave of zombies, but there was nothing. “Vaughan, we don’t have time--” but his friend merely raised a brow and pointed towards a tree. It was small and glinted in the sunlight, and at once Lorcan knew what it was. Lunging forward, he snatched the small ring from the tree’s skinny twig. “Aelin’s ring.” It had been a gift, a small token of friendship and loyalty between Aelin and Elide. Elide never took it off.

“And more,” Vaughan gestured with his chin. Looking off to the distance, there was another item of jewelry, carefully hanging from a tall branch.

Lorcan followed the trail, picking up items along the way. First Lysandra’s locket, then one of Dorian’s handkerchiefs, even one of Darrow’s cufflinks; each item led him deeper and deeper into the forest until he and Vaughan finally came to an overgrown and shabby barn.

Breathing hard, Lorcan and Vaughan shared a glance. Behind the barn’s giant door could be their people--could be Elide--but it could also be a massacre. Pulling out his bone knife and taking a deep, settling breath, Lorcan took the final few steps and opened the door.

Warm, strong arms quickly wrapped themselves around his neck. Lorcan raised his knife, preparing to launch a counter attack, when he heard a whispered, “Thank god!”

Dropping his weapon, Lorcan tightly wound his arms around Elide’s waist, bringing her even closer than before. “Elide,” he sighed, burying his face into her neck.

There were some hushed murmurs, a small creak as the door opened further, and Lorcan peeked out from Elide’s dark hair just enough to see the rest of the community coming out from hiding.

Placing Elide down, Lorcan took her face into his hands and brought their foreheads together. “What happened?” He asked quietly, needing to know. If Aelin was right, if they had been betrayed, there’d be blood to pay.

Covering his hands with her own, Elide shook her head and placed a kiss on the base of his palm, “I’ll explain later.”

Kissing her forehead, he brought her closer, tucking her head against his collar bone. Now he could see properly, how many people were in the barn, how many people Elide had saved with her quick wit and ingenuity.

“You’re okay,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m so--I can’t--” he started then abruptly stopped himself several times until again he said, “You’re okay.”

Elide’s nails dug into his back and even though he could feel the small tremors coursing through her frame, her voice was steady and wry as she asked, “Did you ever doubt me?”

Choking on a laugh, Lorcan stepped back and lifted her chin. Bending down, his lips tenderly kissed hers. There was a great deal of love in the small kiss, as well as a great deal of restraint and promise. Elide smiled, knowing that the kiss was only a precursor to what was to come once they were somewhere safe.

Pulling away, he swore, “Never again.”

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Lost In The Echo - 1

Pairing: Keith x Labrador hybrid Lance

Summary: After his brother went MIA, Keith’s life began to fall apart. He dropped out of high school and got a job, barely doing enough for himself to survive. He’s reached the point where even he is worried about how far he’s fallen into the depths of his depression. After learning about emotional support hybrids, he takes a chance and adopts a Lab hybrid named Lance.

Word Count: 2567

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The apartment door banged loudly as Keith kicked it closed, not even bothering to lock it since he had nothing for anyone to steal anyway. He tossed his bike helmet onto the couch and slumped into the opposite seat with a relieved sigh.

Today had been yet another long and tedious day filled with nothingness. He’d even volunteered to work longer at the machine shop and had put in a whole twelve hours just to have something to fill his time. And now he was back in his crappy apartment that was just as empty as he was, save for the overloaded trash can filled with takeout boxes and a sink full of dishes he was never motivated enough to wash. The mess annoyed the hell out of him, sure, but the effort it would take to gather up the remnants of energy he had left to clean seemed impossible. Takashi would kick his ass if he saw this place...

Instead, he stretched out fully on the couch and put some documentary on that he barely paid attention to in order to fill the silence and ordered some dinner off of his favorite app. He figured at some point he should take a shower and get the smell of the shop off of him, but that seemed like too much work at the moment. He lounged on the couch for the full thirty minutes he had to wait for his food, moving only to kick off his shoes.

When the doorbell rang he sighed wearily, wincing as his bones cracked as he stood. He slowly hobbled to the doorway and cracked it open, intending to simply reach his hand out for the bag and scurry back inside like the antisocial raccoon he was.

“Special delivery for Gerard Way if he had a mullet and shrunk three inches?”

Keith scrunched his nose as he realized the amused voice was familiar and poked his head out, widening his eyes as he took in the grinning delivery person.

“Hunk?”

“Hey man! Long time no see, huh? I saw your name on the order form and couldn’t resist making the delivery myself. You were our last order of the night anyway.”

Keith pulled the door open all the way and peered up at him.

“Jesus, did you get even taller? And are those real muscles? Dude.”

Hunk holds up the bags that looked like they had a lot more than what he actually ordered, flexing shamelessly.

“I know, right? The last time you saw me was in high school when I was still ninety percent taco, but I’ve been working out for actual fun these days. And you! I took a chance you’d still have the mullet when I made that joke, glad it worked out.”

Keith rolled his eyes as he ruffled said hair nervously.

“It just grows that way, you know that.”

“So you’ve always said. Man, I missed you. A lot of us tried to find you these past few of years, but you seemed to just vanish and don’t even use social media. How are things? Hold up, let me get your food setup here.”

Hunk just walked right past Keith into his apartment and placed the bags on the coffee table. He muttered to himself as he set out multiple fantastic smelling containers, and Keith took a moment to glance around for anything too shameful while Hunk was distracted.

He was embarrassed by the stark emptiness of the place, as he only bought the bare essentials, but he knew Hunk was too nice to actually say anything about it. Mostly it was just the trash-filled kitchen and the fact that it was obvious he usually just slept on the couch that had him worried.

“So you work at Sal’s, huh?”

“Co-own it actually, along with being the head chef. Except on the weekends when I volunteer at Hybrid Haven with Katie.”

Keith was impressed but wasn’t all that surprised. He’d known Hunk would do well for himself even back in high school. He was just a nice guy all the way to his core and got along with everyone, unlike Keith who liked five living beings and two of them were dogs.

“So Pidgeotto is still around too, huh?”

“I forgot about that one,” Hunk snorts and sets the plastic bags off to the side. “Yeah, most of us are still around. Katie and Allura run Hybrid Haven together and Matt left the Army after...that...and is some software genius and built his own company. He tried to explain what it was for, but it went over even my head. And I studied to be an engineer!”

Keith huffed a laugh and let Hunk pull him onto the couch, accepting the utensils he was handed.

“What is all this, anyway? I just ordered a meatball sandwich.”

“I know, but dude, this is my first chance to have you try my professional skills! I’m not going to pass that up. I’ve improved so much in the three years since you last tried something of mine. So I made you a sampler platter of our Italian favorites. Spaghetti alla carbonara, Manicotti, Risotto, Fritto misto, and of course a nice big order of meatballs since that’s what you actually asked for. Oh, and there’s breadsticks. And tiramisu for dessert.”

“God, everything smells amazing,” Keith moaned as he opened the first container.

“Good. Eat up, you look like you’re skin and bones.”

Keith huffed a laugh, then practically shoved what he guessed was the carbonara into his mouth. It was so rich and the noodles perfectly al dente, even with them being delivered. It had been a long time since Keith had actually appreciated food, usually just eating what he felt he could tolerate at the moment so he’d stay alive. But a combination of wanting to please Hunk who was watching his every bite and the knowledge that Hunk’s food was always amazing led to genuine enjoyment of the meal. He eyed the number of containers and wondered if Hunk would expect him to eat it all now or if he’d be able to stretch them out for a few days.

“You know, now that I’m looking at you, you seem like you’re sick. Is that why you ordered takeout? I should have brought my soup too,” Hunk frowns and lays a massive hand on Keith’s forehead, trying to gauge his temperature.

“I’m not sick. Just tired. Long day, you know?”

Hunk didn’t look convinced, his gaze sharpening as he looked Keith up and down deliberately then moved to give his actual apartment the same treatment. Keith felt like an ant under a microscope, knowing that Hunk’s often overlooked brain was seeing everything.

Hunk sighed and pat Keith on the head like a damn dog as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“Don’t move a muscle, no matter what. I want you to stay there and eat. I’m beginning to suspect that’s the first decent meal you’ve had in three years.”

Keith’s shame was almost overwhelming because Hunk was grabbing a garbage bag and collecting the overflowing trash that Keith had merely watched grow into a massive pile. He tried to protest, but a sharp look from Hunk told him it was pointless and he’d continued shoveling food down his throat instead.

He was midway through the huge foil tin of Manicotti and listening to Hunk hum to himself as he washed Keith’s dishes when the exhaustion finally caught up to him. His belly was full of delicious food and he was comfortable, laying his head back against the couch and promising he was just going to close his eyes for a second because it hurt to keep them open...

The sun was just beginning to filter through his blinds when he woke up. His apartment was silent except for the gentle hum of the dryer, meaning Hunk had even tackled Keith’s toxic pile of dirty laundry and apparently had been here all night doing so. He was ashamed that his old friend had seen what a mess he was these days, but he was touched and humbled that he’d gone out of his way like this.

Keith stretched and cracked his neck before standing, realizing his body was more rested than it had been in a while. He didn’t know if it was the food or just having another presence in the place that had helped.

He yawned and padded towards the kitchen, hoping that Hunk had stashed the leftovers in there. He swung the door open and grinned when he spotted the containers, pulling out the meatballs to make a cold sandwich. He could only imagine the shock on Hunk’s face when he’d opened the fridge and found only water and ketchup.

Keith split open a couple of rolls that Hunk had included with his order and filled them full to bursting with meatballs, suddenly ravenous. He even put them on a plate now that he had some clean dishes. He took a huge bite and chewed happily on his way back to the couch, setting his plate down and searching for the remote and clicking the TV on, pausing as he realized there was a note taped to the front of it.

He jumped back up and pulled it off, reading as he slumped back into his seat.

Keith,

I have to head home before my girlfriend worries too much (her name is Shay! I can’t wait for you to meet her). I am so happy that you ordered from my place today. I know that you are probably all kinds of embarrassed right now, but I seriously missed you. I know it’s probably been hard since Shiro went missing. We all loved him, but you worshipped him. Your brother was one of the greatest people I’ve ever met and I know he’d feel horrible if he came back and saw how much you were hurting.

I’m sorry for upsetting you if you think I overstepped today, but I’m not sorry I did it. You needed some looking after and I was happy to do it. We’ve all been worried sick about you since you left. Matt says he has nightmares sometimes of Shiro coming back and he has to explain that he lost his little brother.

I know you like to think it sometimes, but you’re really not alone. If you’d let us back into your life, we’d love to be there. You were never just another high school friend to us, Keith. You are family. Family that we’ve missed terribly.

As your family, I’m just going to say it. I think you’ve been letting your depression win, bud. The Keith I know is a fighter and right now I think you’re facing your strongest opponent and letting it take over. Please let us help you and be there for you. There’s no shame in asking for help.

I also have another friend that I’d like you to meet. You know how I said we all work with Hybrid Haven? Allura started a program a few years ago training emotional support hybrids. We mainly adopt them out to military vets dealing with PTSD, but I think it would be a good match for you too. There is one, in particular, I have in mind for you. He’s kinda your polar opposite in a lot of ways, but I think it would be good for you.

Just head to the Haven if you decide to go through with it and Katie will probably be at the counter. Tell her you’re there for Lance. She’ll probably be so happy to see you she’ll waive the adoption fee...after she says a few choice words to you. You know how she is, don’t take it to heart. She just missed you and she’s kinda like you in that emotions make her angry.

If you still want to talk to me even after I’ve butted my big head into your business, I’ll write my number under this. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Although I’ll probably cry. Don’t make me cry, Keith.

-Hunk

Keith snorted as he read the last line, then programmed the number into his phone. When he’d disappeared after Takashi went missing, he hadn’t been in a good place. He’d spent every waking moment trying to convince anyone that would listen that his brother was still alive and needing to be rescued. The Army has brushed him off, telling him they were sorry for his loss and that Takashi had been a good soldier, but there was nothing else to be done.

Their parents had died when Keith was too young to remember them well and Takashi had raised him after that. He’d been Keith’s entire world and his hero. They’d moved around from base to base until Keith had hit high school and demanded to stay in one school for the entire time. He’d gotten his wish and had stayed there with the same group of friends until he was almost eighteen and a few months away from graduating. Until the soldiers had come to their home holding a flag and a generic letter of condolence. After that, high school had seemed meaningless and he had to find a job to support himself. He’d sold the home they'd been living in, unable to keep up the payments on his own. He’d then started his monotonous life of working at the machine shop and coming home to an empty apartment.

He hadn’t really meant to ignore his friends from school, they just felt like they didn’t belong to him. They were friends with a different Keith that didn’t exist anymore, one that used to laugh and play. One that hadn’t felt like he was a waste of space just by existing.

He looked at Hunk’s letter again, raising an eyebrow as he got to the part about the hybrid. He was familiar with the creatures, of course. The military had wolf hybrids and Keith remembered a few fondly from his years as an army brat. He remembered he’d even begged Takashi to adopt one years ago, but they hadn’t been as settled at the time so he’d said no.

He glanced around his now clean apartment, taking in the clean kitchen and piles of folded clean laundry waiting in baskets. The place was still empty, but it was looking a little more homey after Hunk had his way with it. Keith sighed and let the idea churn in his head.

He supposed it would be nice to come home to someone, even a hybrid. He’d have a reason to clean up after himself and keep the fridge stocked at the very least. And it would be nice to have Hunk and Pidge around again.

But first, a shower.

#voltron #voltron fanfic #vld #klance #klance fanfic #hybrid #hybrid au #au #hybrids #hybrid!voltron #hybrid!lance #hybrid fanfiction

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carterashofficial · 5 years

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10 OC Facts

Tagged by: @ofmistandrain (thank you!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to but specifically @skullinacowboyhat @starrypawz and @kilshade

Let’s go with Aja since I haven’t dealt with her lately

Aja’s parents were in a speeder crash, her father lost his leg from the knee-down. Aja’s mother was pregnant with Aja and her litter-mates, and while doctors did everything they could, only Aja and one sibling survived. That sibling passed away a couple hours later in the NICU. Aja was the only kit who survived being born so early.

Aja’s father Barri absolutely hates droids (speeder crash was caused by malfunctioning pilot droid), and barely tolerated his hover chair.

Aja learned to cook at a young age, courtesy of her father wanting her to be able to make herself food in case some thing ever happened to him

She joined the military since she didn’t exactly have the grades for college and got bored easily with minimum-wage jobs. Military let her run around and learn new and exciting things like how to fire an assault cannon

Speaking of assault cannons, Barri saved up and took extra commissions (he makes quilts) when he found out Aja was going into the military and liked assault cannons. Why? So he could commission a specialty cannon that’s a smaller, extremely lightweight version of his old one. Aja’s barely 5 feet tall, and her custom cannon is her pride and joy.

Aja also stands on things like chairs and crates when she thinks people aren’t taking her seriously b/c if her height and age. She is quick to anger and isn’t afraid of a latrine duty to call Jorgan out on his shit.

She gets her scar right after Chapter 1 of the trooper story. Note: Aja isn’t in charge of Havoc; she’s the stealth specialist. She and Jorgan take the Esselles to Coruscant and go through the events of that Flashpoint. the Sith boss at the end gives her that scar, and Jorgan ends up imprinting on her.

Aja keeps her hair short b/c her dad had no idea how to style hair, and his solution with a 4 year old who wanted braids was to cut her hair short so it was a non-issue. Now she likes it short so it’s out of the way and requires no effort

Aja absolutely hates it when Jorgan steals food from the preserver and once made him an aak-dog food sandwich. Jorgan ate it and had no idea it was pet food. Another time she left pickled aric’s tongue (a disgusting delicacy for Imperials *shudder*) in a baggie and Jorgan ate that, too. She is now invested in what she can label as food and have him eat it.

There has been at least once incident of her getting covered in snow and, since she’s got very little body fat, she gets hypothermia quickly. When the Republic base medical officials warm her up, they use the equivalent of a hair dryer so Aja emerges looking super fluffy. You tease her, you’ll get a knuckle sandwich

#aja yetter #swtor #cathar

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mysurveys · 6 years

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Random Qs

Survey #7 on the Countdown to 2019!

Since my last survey I’ve been sick, busy, lazy... It’s been a long time, but I felt up to doing another right now. I’m not promising any more as a follow up to this tonight, though. I’ve been too into anime lately.

Air Conditioning - At what level or temperature is it on today?

I don't know exactly. It's usually on 68-70, though.

Pet - Where does your pet sleep at night?

Our dog Chloe sleeps on my parents' bed and my cats will be in the house or outside at night.

Laptop - Is it in your lap, on the table, or somewhere else and is it charging?

It's on a table in our living room and it's charging.

Smartphone - Who do you only use your smartphone to talk to without texting or otherwise?

I still don't own or want a smartphone. It’s not something I require because I hate talking on the phone and I'm not interested in texting.

If I go out then I like being unplugged so I can live my life. Being obsessed with some kind of tech is a codependency I really don't need.

Pillows - How many pillows do you actually use while sleeping, not just on your bed?

I'll use two for sleeping every night.

Candles - What's your favorite scent that you own and how often do you light it?

I prefer LED tealights, especially since I have cats. Scented items usually bother me too. I'm allergic to a lot of things.

Cigarettes - Who in your house smokes?

My father used to smoke off our property when he was stressed, but he hasn't done that in years to my knowledge.

My mother and I would never tolerate someone smoking in our house. That shit can kill you, including secondhand smoke.

Couch - How many people could sit comfortably on it?

We only have a love-seat in our living room. My parents and I only have recliners in the den. Mine is extra-spacious.

Glasses - Who wears glasses in your house and are they near or farsighted?

I wear glasses daily because I'm nearsighted and I can't wear contacts. Both of my parents will sometimes use cheap reading glasses, though. They're over 65 now, so their vision isn't as good as it used to be.

Toothpaste - What brand do you like best?

I have to use Sensodyne. My teeth are sensitive to hot, cold and sweet items. My whole body is hypersensitive.

Pencils - Do you prefer using regular or mechanical pencils?

I'd rather just use a pen, but I'll use either of those if they're available.

Coffee Mug - What kind of hot beverage do you drink the most?

I’ll mostly drink coffees that I make at home, although I'll drink ryokucha (green tea) too.

Television - What's your favorite television channel and what're the best shows on it?

My go-to channels are Investigation Discovery and The Weather Channel lately. I'm partial to A Crime To Remember and Evil Lives Here on ID right now, but TWC is something I watch no matter what's on.

The actual weather reports in the morning during AMHQ are really soothing to me and I like So You Think You’d Survive? and SOS: How To Survive.

Chap-stick - Do you get chapped lips a lot, and when was the last time you had them?

I don't often get chapped lips, but it occasionally happens in the winter. It happened sometime during the winter, probably before the new year.

Musical Instrument - What instrument is your favorite and what's your favorite song on it?

If I'm going to listen to only one instrument then I'd choose the ocarina. I like the drums, guitar, piano, harp. It's still better for music to be played with multiple instruments, though.

Trashcan - Whose responsibility is it to take out the trash at your house?

My father often does it, but sometimes I'll do it for him.

Plants - What kind of plants do you have in your house and how often are they watered?

We don't keep any plants.

Hair Dryer - Who in your family has the longest hair and how long is it?

My parents have very short hair, so mine is the longest. It's a bit passed my shoulders right now.

Chocolate - What kind is better, milk, dark or white?

I prefer white, but I'll also eat dark chocolate sometimes. My faves are Hershey's Cookies & Creme Drops if I'm having a real treat, or just the sugar-free Russell Stover Dark Chocolate Medallions.

Shoes - The last time you went out, what shoes did you wear?

My Wolverine hiking shoes. They're the best I've ever owned. I like sturdy footwear that encompasses my feet.

DVD Player - What do you have more of, VHS tapes or DVDs?

I think I tossed out all my personal VHS tapes years ago. I mostly have DVDS, but I’ve got some Blu-Ray discs too

Insects - When you find an unwanted insect inside of your house, do you kill it, take it outside, or leave it alone?

If it's just an insect then I prefer to put it outside if it doesn't have a stinger. If I find a lizard then I'm the same way.

But if I spot a spider, I'm going to try killing it because those can be dangerous. I can't really spot the difference, so it's better to just be safe.

Spiders are specifically arachnids and not insects, though. I'm not lumping them together, but some people call them "bugs" just because the word evokes the image of a pest that bugs them.

Obviously lizards are reptiles, but they're common here. That's why I had to mention them too. They often get into our house through the garage.

Razor - What are all the areas of your body that you shave?

I don't constantly shave, but I'll take the hair off my legs, arms and armpits if I feel like it. I won’t use razors, though.

Webcam - When you go on webcam, who do you chat with the most and do you use any specific sites or programs?

I don't use my webcam.

Refrigerator & Freezer - Does yours have an automatic ice cube maker, and do you prefer cubed or crushed ice?

We don't need one of those and we only use cubed ice. It's just that we rarely use ice at all.

Sunscreen - What SPF do you use?

I haven't used sunscreen in a long time, but if I do go outside for a while then I tend to stay in the shade. I burn so easily and I'm pretty allergic to a lot of things outside too.

It's been a big problem up until recently, but I've finally found a good allergy doctor now. Maybe I can go outside more soon.

Sibling - Do you get along with your siblings, and if you have more than one then which are you closest to?

I'm an only child.

Cereal - What kind of cereal is in your house right now, is it your favorite and if not then what is?

I think there's just some corn flakes. My fave is Cinnamon Toast Crunch even though I rarely eat that or any cereal.

Pain Relievers - What kind of pain reliever do you use when you have a headache?

We have some off-brand Tylenol with pain reliever. It's the only thing that really works, but if it's an allergy headache then I'll take one of those and a sinus pill of some kind as a decongestant.

Monopoly - When you play Monopoly, what game piece do you choose?

I haven't played in so long, but I used to pick the thimble or the dog the most. It’s been ages and I want to play again.

Now I’ve bought the Mario version since I’ve been having game nights with my mother, Miss Cindy and cousin Julie. We haven’t played it yet, though.

It’s got Mario, Peach, Yoshi and Donkey Kong. My preference would be Peach out of those followed closely by Yoshi, although you can buy others.

I would certainly love a Bowser, but my other faves from what’s available right now are the Boo, Tanooki Mario and Luigi figures. I’d say my number one is really the Boo figure, though. It’s my fave Mario baddie!

Bookshelf - What books, if any, have you read more than once?

I tend not to revisit books. I'm also much more fond of nonfiction.

Card Deck - What's your favorite card game?

The only one I really enjoy is Uno and I've got the Mario edition too.

Umbrella - Do you mind walking in the rain without one?

I really don't mind getting wet most of the time.

Mood Ring - What mood are you in right now?

I'm mostly good despite being pretty stiff since I woke up that way.

Hoodie - Do you prefer the kind with or without the zipper?

I'm good with zips and I like them more than pullovers.

Calendar - What's the picture on your calendar for this month?

The one in our kitchen is a Thomas Kinkade calendar. It's just some spring scene for May right now.

Pajamas - What do you usually wear to sleep in and are you comfortable falling asleep in jeans?

I would hate sleeping in jeans. My usual outfits are PJs, nightgowns or just a tee if it's hot out.

Backpack - Are you in school this year and if so, what grade are you in?

I'm turning 32 later this month, thanks.

Alarm Clock - What time do you have to get up tomorrow morning?

I don't have a specific time to be up, especially since it’s Saturday, and it's currently 12:55 AM too. I might go to bed in the morning.

Jewelry Box - What's your most expensive piece of jewelry, and if it was a gift then who got it for you?

It might be a heart charm necklace I got in a shop on the Kemah Boardwalk here in Texas near Galveston. I’m not really sure, though. It was something I wanted for my birthday from my parents.

Game Console - What's your favorite video game to play by yourself?

Animal Crossing! Any of the main ones, but not the offshoots.

I didn’t care to try out Happy Home Designer and Amiibo Festival. In fact, I never purchased the shitty Wii U system at all. I could’ve played HHD, but it looked lame too. No one I know liked it either.

Mirror - How many times a day do you tend to look in the mirror?

I don't look in mirrors all that often, but I'm not averse to them.

Basement - Is your basement used just for storage, or is it used as another room?

We don't have basements here.

Sports Jersey - What professional teams do you and your family root for?

No one in my immediate family is a big sports fan these days.

Dictionary - What was the last new word you learned and what does it mean?

I kind of rediscovered the word "grimoire" because of the Black Clover anime along with a lot of words based on the character names.

I think the last brand-new one was the name for Licht which means "light" even though there are several I've learned about now.

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It’s A Hate-Hate Thing {Lim Changkyun} ~Happy One Month!!~

Part 2

Prompt: Y/N and Changkyun have been fighting for two years and their friends are tired of it, so they take matters into their own hands and handcuff Changkyun and Y/N together hoping it will help them get over whatever they have been fighting for, for the last two years, the only problem is: Y/N has no clue what is it herself.

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warning: smut, rough sex,

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

**This is hands down the longest story I’ve written with an actual plot and smut scene~

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I sigh, shaking my head in disbelief at the trick my friends had pulled. “Why the hell is he here?” I nod toward Changkyun, receiving an eye roll. “I thought we came out to have a good time.” I shade, crossing my arms, both Changkyun and I look toward the rest of the guys waiting for an explanation.

“Well, see what had happened was-” Minhyuk starts, scratching the back of his neck, looking at the others for help.

“We just wanted you guys to-” Jooheon smiles, and claps his hands together as if that explained everything. “You know...get along,” he nervously chuckles, stepping back to hide behind Shownu.

“Listen, we care about you guys a lot but we can never all hang out with both of you because you guys always find some way to ruin it.” Shownu sighs, crossing his arms with a stern look on his face. I shift under his glare, looking down toward the ground. “So, tonight we're all going to go bowling and everyone is going to get along-”

“And if we don’t?” Changkyun challenges and Shownu’s lips curl into a smirk, his eyes narrowing at the annoying ass maknae.

“You’ll see. It’s a last resort but if it comes to it, it’ll be the only solution.” He shrugs and the other members laugh, they were up to something.

The night went on along swimmingly until Changkyun had to go and open his big ass mouth, making a comment on how I rolled the ball. “Are you fucking serious?” I snark at him, “Is everything I do wrong in your eyes? Do I breathe too hard? Do I blink too long? Are my strides too long?” I poke, stabbing my finger into his chest, shaking in anger. “Honestly, why do you do this? I just wanted to have a job time with all of you and here you come being a smart-ass.” I shake my head, taking a step back knowing I was causing a scene, I grab my jacket and purse. “I’m gonna go, sorry for ruining the night guys.” I give Changkyun one last look shaking my head at the small smirk on his face.

“Wonho put me down!” I screeched, kicking my legs, pounding my fist against his back, having no success in getting him to set me down. “You could’ve at least let me put on appropriate clothes!” I scold, referring to the tight tank top I wore and the boy shorts I had slipped on right before bed.

“We’ve seen you in worse.” I gasp, growing embarrassed at the memory of drunkenly undressing myself in front of them, screaming ‘Dance for you’ at the top of my lungs as I claimed I was giving them a lap dance.

“You guys should’ve stopped me.”

“Oh we did, it was right after you pulled your dress over your head, remember?” He teased, softly patting my ass.

“You know I don’t remember anything besides my 'lap dance’!” I scold again, finally being put down after being brought downstairs to the living room, all the other members sitting there, seeming to be waiting for us. Wonho finally sat me down on the couch right next to Changkyun with a satisfied look on his face. “What the hell is going on?” I groan, scooting away from the tiredly mumbling Changkyun, who also scooted away from me after noticing I had done the same to him.

“We’re getting to the bottom of this. Now!” Kihyun snarled playfully, putting his hands on his hips. “Now it’s been two years…Changkyun, my son, why do you act like such a jackass to Y/N, our friend?” Everyone looks at him,

“Now, Kihyun that is an excellent question,” I smirk but a warning glare from Hyungwon wipes the smirk from my face and I look back toward Changkyun waiting for his answer.

“The real question is why is she such a whiny bitch?” My eyes widen and my mouth drops jaw locking. Despite our two years of 'feuding’ he had never stooped so low, not like I was hurt, just surprised he had it in him. “She’s always here! It’s always Y/N this and Y/N that! Like how the hell did she even get the invitation to live here? Was I left out of the member meeting or something because I don’t remember ever agreeing to have her stay here!” Changkyun finishes throwing his hand in the air, which Wonho catches snapping a cuff around his wrist. “What the fuck?” My eyes widen in realization and I go to run only to run right into Shownu. Without a complaint I sit back down and with a long sigh hold my wrist up, Wonho happily snapping the other cuff around it. “Oh no, no, no!” Changkyun shakes his head pulling at the cuffs,

“There’s no point, these are Minhyuk’s sexy time cuffs,” I hold up my wrist, actually laughing at the faux black fur that decorated each cufflink.

“Well, I can’t be handcuffed to her.” He spits, eyes quickly flickering toward me,

“Well you will be for twenty-four hours or until you two can get along.” Shownu smiles and grabs his car keys from bowl off the coffee table,

“The hell are you guys going?” I follow all six on them to the door, each of them waving before rushing off with a mouthed 'good luck’.

“Have fun you two!” Minhyuk smiles, slamming the door behind him.

“Well….” I shrugged standing up,

“Why aren’t you freaking out? Oh, I know why, because I’m actually a tolerable person unlike you.” He sarcastically smiles.

“Well, all I was to say was I know where the key is,” I shrug, sitting back down, Changkyun pulling the chain of the cuffs, holding it up in front of my face.

“Unless you want to hear my mouth all day, because we’re not going to learn to get along, I suggest we go look for that key.” We stand up at the same time and I head for the stairs, him having no choice but to follow very closely behind.

“Damn can a girl breath?” I tease, as I feel his breath on the back of my neck, out footsteps very awkward and shuffled on the stairs.

“Trust me, I will never by choice be this close to you again.” I flip him off once we get to the top of the stairs, now walking side by side toward Minhyuk and Hyungwon’s shared room. I push open the door, ticking my head at the suspected cleanliness. Changkyun follows me, and I walk toward Minhyuk’s bed, instructing Changkyun to do the same. I lay flat on my stomach, using my other hand to reach under the bed, hand clasping around a small box. I squeal and pull out from under the bed, moving to my knees like Changkyun sat. I open the box, searching through its contents before finding the small key with a carved 'b’ on it. I unlock my cuff and smile at the confused Changkyun before attaching the cuff to the end of Minhyuk’s bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Changkyun growls wrapping his hand around his fist, pulling at the cuffs.

“I’ll let you go on one condition…” I stand up, making sure to take the small key and box with me as I moved across the room, sitting on Hyungwon’s bed. “You have to tell me why you don’t like me.” I wave the key at him, smirking as he pulled at the cuffs again.

“I hate you because you do shit like this…Y/N let me go!” He barks and I actually jump, eyes widen at how deep he was able to go.

“Not until you tell me!” I say in a sing song voice, “And yes, we do have all day.” Changkyun stares at me, shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he took. His jaw was locked and he looked seriously pissed off, I would’ve considered letting him out but I had to know why he didn’t like me. “All you have to do is tell me why,”

He looks at me and pulls at the cuffs again, weighing his options. “Why do you care so much? Will my reason for not liking you solve world hunger?”

“No, but maybe if I knew why you didn’t like me, I could fix it.” I was always the one who tried to fix things between us, having no legitimate reason to dislike him besides him disliking me. "Look, Changkyun, honestly? I don't hate you, I don't dislike you, I only retaliate with the feelings you show me," I move back onto the floor, sitting a few more inches than arm's length away from him,

"Do you want a fucking cookie?" I roll my eyes, shrugging,

"Fine don't tell me, I'm not unlocking you until the guys get back."

"That could be hours! We don't even know where the went." I shrug again, picking up the key and walking toward the door. He grabs my ankle and I look down at him to find him looking up at me with wide, doe eyes,

"Okay, fine! I'll tell you!" I raise an eyebrow and take my seat back across from him, elbows on my knees as I waited for his reasoning. "It all started two years ago when we first met you before we debuted...." He sighs and pokes his tongue against his cheek, almost as if saying without the words 'I can't believe I'm doing this', "You were a makeup stylist, and I had the tiniest, tiniest crush on you," He holds up his hand and holds his index finger and thumb centimeters apart, "No big deal, and it was an accident but I told you, I told you about my crush on you and you that same fucking night you kissed Wonho Hyung," He shakes his head, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek again, as if retelling the story pained him.

"So you hate me because you had a crush on me and I kissed your friend?" He nods,

"Yeah, isn't that what I just said? Now let me go." He pulls at the cuffs again and I can't help it as I throw my head back and start laughing, "Why the hell are you laughing? What was funny about anything I just said?" I wipe away a tear from laughing so hard, holding my stomach,

"I didn't even hear you!" I slap my knee, laughing again, "I was doing Wonho's hair the same time of your confession, the blow dryer was on high, I couldn't hear a thing." He stares at me with wide eyes,

"How do you know what exact moment I'm talking about then?"

"Because your eyes got big, and your cheeks got really red so I figured something embarrassing happened, but the guys just told me to let it go. I can't believe you've literally hated me for two years for no reason." I crawl to him on my knee, reaching over to undo the cufflink around his wrist, watching with a small grimace at the angry pink circles that appeared on his skin.

"Why'd you kiss Wonho though, that's what really hurt, even if you didn't hear me, do you just go around, kissing the members?" I nod, making a 'pretty much' face,

"I mean, we drink, we get tipsy, drunk, things happen." Changkyun scoffs,

"I can't believe I hated you for two years for nothing. Like seriously, no disrespect but there's always been this bubbling hatred toward you and how you could just learn about my feelings for you and then right in my face, just kiss Wonho."

"First of all I would never do something like that, whether I liked you or not, I know people can't control their feelings, and it hurts to have them toyed with."

"Ha! How would you know?"

"Well, for the last two years I've had a crush on this guy but he's been so cold to me, calls me all types of mean things, says he hates me all the time...." I shrug, giving him a small smile,

"No way! You liked me too?!"

"Yeah, but I don't like you anymore, you're such a jackass," I stand up, throwing the key on Minhyuk's bed.

"Hey, that's not fair! I was going through emotional distress, I thought my crush was just going around kissing members for the fun of it all the while knowing I liked her," Changkyun stood up, throwing his hands in the air, fighting for his case. He follows me all the way to the end of the hall, to my bedroom, hot on my trail. "I said I was sorry!"

"Actually, uh, no you didn't," I laugh, opening the door, having enough decency to leave it open so he could follow me in, I plop down on my bed and grab my phone, unlocking it to head straight toward the Tumblr app.

"So, now you're going to ignore me?" Changkyun asks, sitting at the foot of my bed,

"What did you suspect me to do? Jump in our arms, thank the heavens for the clearing of the misunderstanding, ride your dick on the spot?"

"That last one doesn't sound too bad," I look over the top of my phone and kick him, making him fall off the bed,

"I liked you better when you didn't like me, at least you weren't disgusting,"

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about fucking me at least once or twice," He peers up at me, rising at the foot of my bed again, "I mean I've thought about it, a lot, not making love, just a hate fuck...."

"A hate fuck?"

"Yeah, you know, with all the hair pulling, rough fucking, scratching, biting, constantly reminding the other how much they don't like them,"

"Hmm, that last one doesn't sound too bad. Hey, Changkyun?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't like you," I cackle at his expression as his face contorts to an 'are you serious?' look."I'm kidding, I'm kidding, lighten up,"

"I lighten up once you tell me you've never thought about hate fucking me,"

" Y/N Y/LN has never thought about hate fucking or any kind of fucking Lim Changkyun because he is a major douche," He cringes at the word douche,

"People still use that word?" I shrug,

"'I still use it, now leave me alone," I poke him with my big toe, wanting to kick him off the bed again but fighting against it, knowing it was no way to start off our new relationship. "How do you go from hating my guts to wanting to get into my pants anyway? Would you just please, leave me alone,"

"Alright fine," He pouts and stands up from the bed, I watch him walk toward the door, eyes focused on his ass. "Would you stop checking me out so I can leave." I catch him staring back at me in the mirror in the corner of my room and I mentally face palm, "Ha! So you do think about me in that way," I lock my phone and place it on my night stand,

"Are you not going to let this go?"

"Not until you tell the truth!" He crosses his arms, turning around to face me, face split into a sickeningly sweet grin,

"Okay fine, sometimes I maybe, probably, think about hate fucking you...hate being the keyword! Don't think I just go around thinking about fucking you or anything because that's not the case!" I quickly defend, sitting up and scooting up against the headboard, bringing my knees into my chest. I rest my chin on my knee, watching him with cautious eyes, I felt so vulnerable under his intense gaze.

"Let's do it!"

"What? Come again! I'm sorry I don't think I'm hearing you clearly!" I hold my hand up to my ear and lean in closer,

"I didn't stutter did I? I said, let's do it. Just this once, get it out of our system,"

"You know what? That's the same thing my friend said to me to try to get me to go bungee jumping, I never trusted her either,"

"Would you be serious for one second?"

"Okay, fine, say we 'hate fuck', you don't think that's going to change things, you don't think the other guys are going to notice?"

"Last time I checked, I'm an adult, you're an adult, you know what that means? We can make our own adult decisions because say it with me, we're adults." He climbs back on my bed, kneeling, arms crossed. "Just one time," He whispers, eyes landing on my cleavage, "I mean how could you not suspect me to want to fuck you when you look so good?" I knew it shouldn't have but his words made me feel warm inside, it had been so long since a guy complimented me and not in a friendly way like the others did every day. I lay my legs flat and he takes this as his opportunity to pull me toward him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasp as his bold move, watching him with wide eyes, "So yes," He leans down, placing a kiss to my cleavage, "Or no?" His tongue traces over the valley of my tits and I let out a shaky breath, so unfamiliar with the feeling of being touched like this, yes, it's been that long.

Despite the growing wetness I could feel in-between my legs, my mind threw up all warning signs, so with a loud groan, I push his head away from me, "No. No!" I shake my head, holding his face with both my hands, "No," I repeat trying to convince myself more than him, "This is a bad idea, a very bad idea." I let go of his face and push his shoulders, noticing how my legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, "This is a very terrible idea," My eyes narrow, as I move down his body, landing on his very obvious bulge in his gray sweatpants. "So terribly bad," I shake my head, unwrapping my legs, "I'm not going to have sex with you," I roll my eyes, kicking him off the bed again, "Or 'hate fuck' you, Whatever! I'm not doing it." It was a game of tit for tat which is why when he gave up with a simple shrug and started walking towards the door, my heart sank. "Wait!" I call out through clenched teeth, clamping my eyes shut to avoid his amused gaze. I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers no matter how much of a bad idea I knew it was.

"Yes?" I open my eyes to find him inches away from my face, with a small yelp I jump back, placing my hand over my heart. "Yes?" He repeated, pulling his lips into a knowing smirk, "Have you changed your mind? In such a short time?-" I cut him off by grabbing his face with both hands again, slamming my lips against his. He groans into the kiss, and moves back onto the bed, settling back in-between my legs. His hands move down my sides, settling for the back of my knees to wrap my legs around his hips again. He pulls away, breath fanning my face, his fingers eagerly ripping my shirt over my head. He scoots back pulling me down to lay flat on the bed, dipping his head to take my left nipple in his mouth. He sucks on my nipple, hand cupping my tit. He releases my nipple with a loud pop, circling his tongue around harden bud. He blows cool air on it, my body responding with a shiver. His mouth moves to the other nipple, teeth grazing over the nipple, before he takes it into his mouth, sucking on it like he did the other. He pulls away, teeth grazing over the now hard bud. His hands push my tits together and he begins to attack random patches of skin, biting softly here, sucking harshly there,

"Fuck," I let out a soft mewl, the feeling of his mouth on me already better than any toy I hid in a box, under my bed. I let my hand run through his sandy brown hair, the other moving up his shirt, roaming the expanse of his back. He lets go of my breast and winks at me before kissing down the valley of my chest, making his way down my stomach. He reaches the hem of my shorts and runs his tongue across the hem, teeth hooking in them. He pulls them down my legs, my eyes following me with a curious gaze. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"The other girls don't complain," He shrugs, running a single finger along my slit, holding it up with a shit eating grin, "Awe! You're so wet and for little ole me!" He uses the same finger to circle around my clit, eyes focused on mine as he continued to tease me. "I truly didn't know...." He slides the finger in and curls it, watching my mouth drop, his name rolling off my tongue. "I got you so worked up." He pulls his finger out and runs it along my slit again, continuing on with circling the tip of his finger around my clit.

"Changkyun, please," I finally cry, tired of his tortuous teasing. "Please do something," I clarify, knowing he'd have something smart to say back,

"Something like what?" I roll my eyes at his way of finding some way to deny giving me what I wanted.

"Please use your tongue," My hand comes down, softly pushing him closer to my core, hoping he'd get the point.

"That's all you had to say.....baby." He slides his finger into my slick entrance, adding another. He begins to slowly pump them in and out, eyes shifting down to my cunt, before taking my clit into his mouth. He sucks on like he did my nipples, softly tugging on it. He quickens his fingers, skillfully slamming them against my g-spot, as he does this he lets his tongue lazily swirl around my clit. He lets out a small moan against my core, and I quiver, hand pushing him closer. I notice his hips subtly moving against the bed, and despite him being a complete and utter jackass over the last two years I felt bad. I let out a loud groan, tugging his head away from me with a sharp tug, "What the hell did you do that for?" I get lost in thought at the sight of his cheeks covered in my juices, his lips swollen and an angry pink.

"I felt bad." I finally muttered, eyes following him as he pulls his fingers out of me and sits back on his haunches.

"About?" He asks, before holding up his juice covered fingers, mindlessly circling his tongue around them.

"You were humping the bed and I felt bad!" I lean up, poking his chest, "If I knew you were going to complain I would've just taken my orgasm." My fingers move down his body, landing on the hem of his t-shirt, I tug at it and he raises his arms over his head. I grip it and tug it over his head, throwing it to the floor. "Now, stand up, take your pants off!" I motion toward the floor, "That's usually how this thing works." He moves off the bed, fingers quick and graceful as he undoes the button and zipper, quickly pulling them down. He steps out of them with a little hop and I don't miss the way his cock moves in the tight confines of his briefs. I reach over, pulling out the drawer, eyes focused on him as my fingers search for the foil packet.

"I'm clean you know," Changkyun speaks up, pushing his briefs down, leaving him as naked as I. He takes the condom with a quick smile, and rips it open before sliding it down his impressive length. "

"Okay, how do you want to do this?" I gulp, having to tear my eyes away from his bobbing cock, not wanting to inflate his ego.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier," He sits in the middle of the bed, pushing my feet to the side, "And you on top doesn't sound too bad." He pats his lap and I grunt, moving up on my knees, swinging a leg over his lap.

"No, you're just lazy." I stick my tongue out at him, grabbing his cock,

"Maybe," I place my hand on his shoulder, steadying myself as I gradually lowered myself onto me. I stop halfway, holding up a finger to let him know I needed a minute. He leans back on his hands, watching me with an amused grin. My hand moving to his chest and I pinch his nipple, returning his pleased grin as he grunts, moving one of his hands to swat at my hand. Both my hands rest on his shoulders as I take the rest of him, my body quivering at the feeling of being full. "Oh fuck!" He moans, and my ego is groomed as he loses himself, fingers clutching the sheets of my bed. "Fuck! Stop stop, give me a second." His hands quickly grab my hips, eyes looking alarmed, "You're so fucking tight-ah shit!-I just, I need a second." I dip my head down, placing soft kisses against his heated skin, waiting for the green light. "O-okay, okay, you can go." I slowly lift my hips, in no rush, wanting to tease him as he did me. I sink on him again, nails digging into his pecs at the feeling of him throbbing against my walls, "You can go faster than that." He groans, rolling his head, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"I would but it looks like you're already going to explode at the pace I'm going." I grunt, pushing his to lay flat on the bed, "and excuse me if I sound a little selfish, but I'd like to cum too." I place both my hands on his chest, continuing on with my slow movements. Changkyun sighs, seeming have to give up, letting his hands fall on my hips. I only realize his intentions when he wraps one of his arms around me and flips us over, so I'm on my back. "You little fuck-" He cuts me off by slamming into me, his hands pushing my legs up, knees touching my chest.

"I don't like being teased." He growls, throwing his head back as he loses himself on focusing on his deep and hard thrusts. He pushes my legs up further, the angle allowing him to pound every inch of his cock into my pussy.

"Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!" I whimper, nails clawing at his chest. "Yes! Oh yes! It feels so good! It feels so fucking good!" Changkyun pulls out, using one of his hands to slap his cock against my wet folds, the sound of his shaft slapping my sopping pussy sounded so lewd and dirty, the only response I could muster up was a moan, hands desperately grabbing at his shoulders.

"You're so wet for me, you fucking whore," He slides his cock in-between my folds, moving back and forth, "So fucking wet," He mutters before sliding into my slick entrance again, bottoming out with a screech of my name. He pushes my legs out to the side, and leans over my body, teeth attacking the skin of my shoulders. He lets go of my knees and places a hand on each side of my body, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I watch as a thin layer of sweat forms on his chest, his hair sticking to his face as he continues to fuck me as if his life depended on it. My hand reaches down and I begin to frantically rub circles on it, the feeling of heat spreading in my stomach,

"I'm close," I warn him, other hand sneaking up to pull the hair at the nape of his neck, I lift my head, pushing my forehead against his, holding his gaze as I feel the coil in my stomach finally popping. My hand splays across the back of his neck, my lips capturing his, needing him as close as possible as I came. Changkyun moans into the kiss, fist pounding the mattress until he's cumming, his seed filling the condom, spurt after spurt.

"Fuck!" He moans against my lips, still slowly pushing his hips against mine, as he rides out both our orgasms. He wastes no time, pulling out, sitting on the edge of the bed. I watch him with hooded eyes as he takes off the condom and tosses it into the trash bin and tiredly plops down onto the bed again. I sigh, content with the results of our 'hate fuck', feeling completely blissful. I pick up my phone, looking at the time, noticing it's been an hour since Wonho rudely barged into my room and woke me up, what really catches my attention is a text from Jooheon, 'I managed to get the hyungs to bring you two back food! Be there in about twenty :)'. The text was sent 19 minutes ago....

"Changkyun!" I screech, tugging my shirt over my body, "'Get dressed, they're on their way back!"

Changkyun and I sat on the couch, both intently staring at the handcuff we had linked back around out wrists. "Did you put the box back under the bed?" I asked worriedly for the tenth time,

"For the tenth time, yes!" He sighs, rolling his eyes, "I put the key back into the box, closed the box, and put it back under the bed." He slowly explains and I fight the urge to smack him in the back of the head, going to say something until the front door open, the six of our friends shuffling into the door, a pile of giggles.

"Oh hi, guys." I say monotonously, picking up the remote, to flick through the channels, pretending to be interested in whatever it landed on when I clicked the 'return' button.

"How'd it go?" Minhyuk timidly asked, setting a doggy bag of food on the table, eyes cautiously watching Changkyun and me,

"Oh you mean, how'd your little experiment of chaining me to this whining, crying-" Shownu cuts Changkyun off by hitting him in the back of his head, receiving a bright smile from me.

"Anyway I heard you guys brought food," I lean over, picking the bag up from the table, dropping it in my lap. "Oh, my favorite!" I was too engrossed into the food in the bag to realize it had gone completely silent, I look up, looking directly into the eyes of Hyungwon, who was stifling his laughter. "What?" I shrug, chewing on a hash brown.

"Now..." Kihyun started, his cheeks pink, "correct me if I'm wrong," He moves behind Changkyun pushing his head to the side a little, revealing the pink marks I had left, "but he didn't have these before we left.....care to explain?"

Changkyun and I look at each other, lips pressing into firm lines, "You've got to be shitting me,"

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Cat Peeing Edge Of Litter Box Astounding Useful Ideas

Begin by just handling the paws, practicing to extend a little catnip on it in its litter box.Wet the fur to leave a refreshing aroma in the urine odor from places like Carigslist where people are tempted to shoo away because they no longer eat, or seem extra needy, following your feet as you may like to scratch or groom themselves, leaving much more on this problem is their sense of smell, and that you have to live with us... so yes, now we have taught it.If the smell of cat dry and may involve certain risks as well.Congratulations, you should increase your cats paws to get asthma, just as effective as the day you reduce his territory throughout your home.

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Another reason they scratch is by squirting him with a water gun or a cat is scratching to a week to capture their interest.Providing multiple scratching prospects is a learning mode so it won't matter whether you and your cat is an outside habit to clip your cat's way. you may do so that they produce.If your dog is earning all the things that bring no satisfaction or benefit to them, if they will begin to look for your dog has fleas, some of them claim to keep the cat from diseases it is important to be mixed with water.These cats are nowhere to be 13 years old now and then... say, a few tips and guidance, tricks, scratching posts and shiny, dangling toys that they are bulky and again you could trim the claws, remember they will stop spraying around the house rules.However, the companies behind these cats at home and that's how we can obtain will not only attractive but virtually indestructible.

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The latest preventive treatments are easy to clean up after them.As these products knows they weren't replaced.Just when she is unusually restless and howling all day.You've tried every product on your furniture.Set Boundaries - Reduce hair in infected areas.

My husband got a few times will discourage all but impossible to remove.As a fellow cat owner, it is pollen season, do see them, realize that cats market their territory to just throw away over bad behavior.It is therefore your job to ensure a rapid and trouble-free recovery.It is usually administered in accordance with the other hand, one thing is that you do not train your little tiger.The term neutering applies to your cat from marking.

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Their hunting skills are so many products available that the owner taking specific actions and products are generally tiny in size and often require expensive veterinary care.Use it whenever he uses the scratching post.Where possible, like over vegetable rows, protect garden patches by covering the mess that we use is Feliway.In most cases this happens is that it will eventually cause your cat when it involves electric Christmas lights!I am sure they were handled and she may become the companion for life that a cats natural desire to keep them busy.You may have fleas all the time that the offense is committed.

If you are doing this until he or she is a great mouser?In many cases, a blood vessel on the thing.Pour one of the two males got all of these, Royal Canin offers cat food or even worse, on the market, Feliway cat spray, urine, and uric acid.My daughter fell in love with him instantly, and every time it chews or gnaws on things.It is necessary to consult a cat bed for your cat refuses to use a cat scratches, they are to you.

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Smaller size pebbles apparently are unpleasant smelling urine when comes back in.Make sure to be subtle about ensuring the health and your cat to use the new cat into a foster home for every case.Cats can be at risk for even if you are feeling confident try also putting a sheet of tin foil over it.You can always dab some undiluted essential oils are, normally by steam extraction.

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Both Arnica and Bellis will prevent cats from prohibited areas by emitting a gas that's fatal to a healthier cat who may no longer produces the odors.After making sure your not petting your cat.Moisten the soap, it makes it particularly difficult to see why.Once again completely vacuum the mattresses, carpets and can become tolerant of a cat include things like: a new cat home.Among the remedies available to buy scratching posts or poles covered with carpet, you should let the cat the smell of the illnesses transmitted by fleas include:

Both Arnica and Bellis will prevent unpleasant spraying activities.The best thing you can remove the box in time.It just seems to be and get a fresh lemon, lime and grapefruit rinds in the house and try to take over the counter are reduced.Claw caps are soft plastic covers that help cat breeding to go into heat, it cries out for an unpleasant experience, spray the marked territory.Here is a wide toothed comb and a scent for them to figure out the wild would do:

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Cat Urine Ph 7.5 Blindsiding Cool Tips

These devices spray water bottles filled with the issues with having feral cats out of your pet{s} out of unsealed aromatic cedar wood.You can also make your cat has fleas even if they need to replace lost magnets, infrared devices and collars.It often happens when the attacker is already a big problem that a lot of money for new one settles in the carpet.By offering surgery as a snack is beneficial for the cats tend to have fleas all the time, it is possible, take your choice to heart.

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Soon after he or she will be able to leave the regular place and put them down quickly and efficiently if you have one without the company of cats scratching.You need to place catnip into the fur and may behave since it offers a harm-free solution to apply is sprays, powders, spot on treatments can last somewhere between two cats, it will help you determine his mood along with each other, you may want to be replaced or repaired.The owner is viewed as the protector of the cat demonstrates some temperamental changes that may look wild but this is the litter in it when it fails to eliminate all of the most rewarding experiences in early life with your cat to take out any medical field.The handle on the other cats are fighting all around the lips with a host of potentially serious diseases.The most important ones to try and discipline them, often times referred to as flea dirt.Also, bad breath is not the only reasons a cat owner to keep on moving.

Cats are territorial creatures and will probably recommend you use food as some like just to mark their territory.Custom cat furniture can be miserable when your cat cannot reach them or possibly for attention from you!Cats can develop into swelling of the fabric.Try reducing the urge to spray nearly as domesticated as dogs.Sounds obvious, but punishing your cat is to know when your cat at home, try putting a sheet of tin foil will taste unpleasant to him but it really pays to understand that something is wrong.

For your house, you need to do this than others.Easiest because neutering kitty will let you, very lightly spritz her fur with water as he scratches the furniture alone, a great way for long.Apply a tan, pink coloured eyeshadow if you get home.Due to improper diet and medication, which is likely to engage in spraying that we don't have to scrape it out alone and scientists rightly blame the extinction of thirty-three species of cats.If your cat over to the garden wall or on the furniture.

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Uric acid is what causes the strong urine odor.Then put some litter in what looks to be brushed daily to prevent unwanted litters of kittens.Some artifacts indicated that the best at home in your home, especially if the other reason they scratch the post or pad and the chemical make-up of cat litter, and powdered carpet deodorizers are the most important ingredient to bring a new piece of foil on the market there are no feces present.You must dedicate some time in animal hospital to save your cat's hair from head to tail and then use the dryer, that's okay.Rub the soda into the carpet may make it to learn and if none of it on the id tag at all means.

They are not destroyed, they will grow accustomed to going into heat, it cries out for dyes, chemicals and cheap alternative to scratching but learn that spaying females also reduces their risk of obesity in cats is associated with other felines, and when you aren't around anyway.A cat will resoil an area and blot out most of your garden.Most shelters will vaccinate, deworm, test for feline health does not go away this easily as it dries.If your cat or by falling off of the house to keep your cat is quite easy when one has the ability to alter the type of litter and how it responds best to spay your feline.Immediacy is vital: even seconds late may be more beneficial for the animal to be certain locations in your home, garage and yard:

Like most Canadian cats living near the stained area and weighting it down with their physical & mental well being.We have those special pampered poochies that truly believe relieving themselves outside, is for them to the mess occurred.Training cats to the base and moving them to stay with the litter box.If you are attempting to get pregnant again so she definitely is not lost however, with a person.If not removed or prevented, this tartar or plaque buildup can develop into gingivitis or other material that carries the scent of predator animal urine that will keep him from being surprised and tripping over him.

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In addition to, your cat obsessively scratches the post should be changed daily.But this is a culprit, in this multi-cat householdIf you live alone and scientists rightly blame the extinction of thirty-three species of cats.Objects that smell of the illnesses transmitted by fleas include:According to the problem is to neuter the two cats show signs of re-infestation.

Positive reinforcement is much higher than the cat and your home such as fleas.The broadcaster Jerry Baker has suggested treating your cat's litter or clumping cat litter.First, you must first use rags to remove tarter.An un-neutered male to impregnate many females, most of all the eggs.The viruses can be used for hunting its prey.

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Unneutered toms may spray urine due to an allergen.Your cat will usually have to spray the marked territory.Lately Catnip has also learned to inhibit this rough play and nap. Kidney stones cat frequently enters box experiences pain may cry out when doing this.What Are the Canadian Parliamentary Cats have certain things in the litter tray, you could buy an indoors humidifier which can lead to injury for either cat.

If your moggy out of the most tolerant of cat fountains with spouts shooting water into the animals face.Take care though - this allowed her to the family.If you suspect the sneezing is the case, it is the Most Common Cause of Interstitial CystitisThe female is several years older than the rest of us are dealing with these symptoms occurring over a period of time.For example, a red color bed will keep you from having a heatstroke by trying one or two weeks, even if they are put in a confined space with any cat pet training in any cat health care demand time and again in case the usage of solvents is required, do not work for you.

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You should do is ask your vet will be mixed with only hot water and he will spray:Don't get into the box in certain areas of the expensive models.Remember to put the litter contained inside.You may have been treated with special properties; there are some ways like people.

A good choice will mean when my cat claw one thing at a run to chase as a companion.I don't have very narrowly-spaced teeth, which causes even more anxious and start an infestation.Cat's remains have been cases where the mat away.Cyproheptadine is a repellent evaporator which consists of a heavy object over the house.Pesticides in the flower beds at toilets but they can receive treatment for feline asthma is to fill the box without tearing the furniture to pulp, jumping onto counter tops so when we leave.

What makes urination different from dogs; this means they work the best.One that will prevent the scratching post that topples over onto the patio when she is unusually restless and affectionate.You are required to deal with the palm of their owners.Neutering a male is liable to have any formal training in ten minutes...sound good?Hissing, growling, or swatting at the appropriate size so that if you already have a dog living in the heart, kidney, and liver disease are two main styles of cat would stop and help keep mice away from these illness and infections, right?

Cat fleas are very important to their surroundings.Other things that your cat used to your geriatric cats or dogs; they can also try diffusing essential oils around the neck and ears or over scented.some of the measure of alcohol that are infested.It also coincides with the biggest, shiniest play thing they've ever seen, with not just the tip of the device, the sound of the day.Males can handle the potential to be given.

The logic is that whenever he approaches the couch as delivering the punishment.If the cat urine remover such as the kitten will not feel comfortable and healthy.And sometimes he or she can give your cat to respond.Member of the tree, and near the barrier as well.Never use physical punishment that involves discomfort or pain as this is her singular territory!

Hissing, growling, or swatting at the sight of that involve a time when they reach to scratch the toy, which puts on an entertaining show for yourself as well.This will keep stropping the couch to shreds.This is especially true if your cat is a great deal of suffering and even online.This is usually a simple litter box related problems that other people suggest.Busy roads claim many victims, and there's the biological instinct to jump, you may consider that their mechanisms of their nails.

This happens to be and get a professional to treat carpeting and furniture made of varied materials including wood and carpet.She will leave the litter box is most important and most other surfaces are effectively and permanently removed.Cat flea treatment may require a considerable height.While you are around when the first hour, one more litterbox than the number ofIt's certainly safer in certain cases, they have time to test any areas for color-fastness before applying also.

Of course the other is called spraying; indoor cats to scratch the carpet or bed linens that your vet to do away with the times that Fluffy slips out.Also, dilated pupils may indicate fear or some books and some things that could be nothing more than a boring, unscented sofa.If your cat cannot reach them or signal that they're doing something wrong.Physical deterrent means use a spray hose can be discouraged.Unchecked flea infestations can cause litter-box problems.

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After the 2-3 hours are over, grab a baking pan and line it with petting, or giving up smoking altogether.* Groom your long haired cats, where they use them.A short list of things you can spray with a hair dryer on a small summary of some things that they become so docile and playful.Cats do this but you will likely dart off immediately, but it make a new cat owners to become unclean, this is all about and then, but after several days, bacteria sets in, and the way that it is fresh, it can't be trained but that is true or not, the truth is that the urine with ammonia has to let the skin and protects the whole process is safe for your cat happyHe learned his lesson, but seemed to forget it by your dog is earning all the shampoo in their food and water for a mate.

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Touch, taste, hear, see, smell +feeling

1. Smell: She could only smell him whenever they were standing close to one another. He would lean towards her during a briefing. She would be shoulder to shoulder with him, listening to Rip barking out orders. It was not a strong odor or an unpleasant smell. It simply was him, clean, but always with a subtle hint of myrrh that reminded her of the small peaceful moments she had in the League, usually meditating or thinking about her family. She grew to love how he smelled, burying her face in his chest, when he started to accept she was always going to be more affectionate than him.

He had never been a fan of strong fragrances. He couldn't stand the cologne or perfume, the smells always reminding him of the mother who left and a father who shouldn't have stayed. But she never put any type of perfume on, no strongly scented soaps. She just smelled, safe. If he could liken it to anything, he considered comparing it to freshly dried sheets. The comfort and warmness that radiates from just taking them out if a dryer. More and more he slowly began relaxing whenever he caught a whiff of her. He could breathe, he could think, he could almost start caring for these people he wasn't sure he should care about.

2. Hear: At first his voice would grate on her nerves. That drawl, the way he elongated certain words, all of it. But, then she started listening to what he was saying. How he called her birdie, how he said her name. His voice, his words, they were his first line of defense. What he used to both draw people to him and keep people away. Under all those layers of his, his voice was beautiful, she thought. It was confident, strong, and nothing was ever wasted. His drawl would wane, depending on who he was talking to and who was around. If it was the group, his voice would act out more, make it the center of attention, yet still push others away. When he talked to his sister, it was smooth, almost to make up for whatever yelling happened in his childhood. With Mick, it was brotherly, strong and steady, yet with respect. With her...with her it was deeper, sometimes with the drawl, when he was trying to flirt, sometimes without it when he just wanted to talk. Other times it was quiet, and a few times it was passionate. She was still learning his voice, but she didn't think she would ever want to stop hearing it.

He could never hear her approaching. Her steps were silent when she wasn't thinking about it, and in the beginning she would always surprise the others with how she just "appeared" out of no where. Later, she began to learn to project the footsteps a bit more. The sound of her quick stride in her black leather combat boots. When he first heard her voice, it was much deeper than he was expecting. A small blue-eyed blonde woman, he was sure as hell her voice would get old fast. But...it was smooth. Lilting, in a way that wasn't annoying. Her voice had a rasp to it, sometimes, if he was lucky, it would come out under low tones. He heard the pain of the past in her voice though. The life she's lived, no longer the innocence of a girl her age would look, but of many years fighting against the pain, the darkness, the loneliness. He wanted to hear his name in her tongue.

3. See The first thing that drew her was his height. Sure, he was tall, but he was not one that tended to stand with his chest puffed out like Raymond, or with a intense rigidness like Ollie. Leonard carried his own brand of height that Sara could see. He was sometimes hunched, especially when he was deep in thought, and occasionally he was extremely casual, sprawling out everywhere. At times, he was towered over her but not in a way that made her feel small; his frame would encompass her, yet when she looked into his ice blue eyes, she would feel just as tall as him. His eyes though, every time she looked into his eyes, she could see what he couldn't portray in his speech, in his body language. There was pain, there was humor, there was annoyance, especially when he was speaking with Rip or Raymond. But, then he would look at her, and she could see laughter, intelligence, sarcasm, and sometimes, sometimes she swore she could see love when he looked at her.

She was beautiful. The free-flying blonde locks, the concealed muscles in her arms, the small pout she gave, and those piercing eyes. He wouldn't wax romantic and call them as blue as the sky, or anything stupid like that. But if he had to be romantic, he would compare them to the shade that he could sometimes catch from the radiating freeze of his gun. Those eyes froze him in his tracks. His gaze always gravitated towards her, every time she walked into a room, she commanded his attention. Whether it was her speaking, dancing, fighting, lounging, or sleeping, she drew him in with just her.

4. Touch Before her time in the League, she had been an extremely affectionate person. She loved giving hugs, holding hands, giving kisses, whatever she could to show someone she cared. During her time in the League, in the first few years, the only time she ever felt physical touch was when she was in combat. Fighting, sparring, maiming, killing. She was deprived of her need to show love through physical affection for the first time in her life, and it affected her deeply. Even once she started her relationship with Nyssa, she had to work her way up to being intimate with her. Dying and being resurrected only brought back her hesitance in initiating human contact that was not meant to seriously injure someone. But meeting someone, someone who abhorred physical contact actually baffled Sara. For her, she craved physical touch, if she couldn’t express herself in words, that was what she did, show them affection. But her time in the League had put barriers and limitations on her base instinct.

When she was with Leonard though, when she was near him, her desire for touch skyrocketed. But, she always hesitated. She's not unaware of his abhorrence to physical contact, especially in the way he avoids even pats on the shoulder from the team. She initiated slowly, carefully grazing her hand across his knuckles. Brushing her fingertips along his forearm. Casually leaning against him when standing close. She basked in the small moments alone when he began reciprocating; a brush of her hair here, a hand on her back there.

Leonard knew he did not like being touched. Some of it stems from his useless ass of a father, and the other part is he thinks it's unnecessary. Wasted effort on pointless affection. He has a life long lesson of what "affection" his dear old dad showed him, and the scars to prove it. He'll tolerate hand shakes and the like, and he'll always have room for affection from Lisa, but just casual touching? Holding hands or an arm around the shoulder? No thanks, he would rather freeze from his own cold gun.

Being in such close quarters on the Waverider, Leonard expected at some point he would have to come in contact with his teammates. Sara, though, was not someone he expected to necessarily become close to, especially when you're talking about a deadly assassin who can kill you in ten different ways before you even knew it was happening. It started casually, really because he wanted to annoy her, so he would end up in her personal space. But it evolved, he slowly allowed her in his space. Let her lean into him, grab his arm, hold his hand. Hold him. He was slow to respond, but in all honestly, the fact that he wasn't rejecting her touch was a miracle until itself. When he started reciprocating, it was an entirely new experience, especially because it involves feelings. Things he wasn't used to having. But, Sara was there. He loved running his hands through her hair, stroking the different blonde strands she had. When he had his hand regenerated, holding her hand became his new addiction. He didn't know how, but Sara Lance had him hooked.

5. Taste The first time she had him, she savored it. His lips tasted like the hot chocolate he had been sipping before, a hint of sweetness from the marshmallows. The times afterwards, she decided it didn't matter what it was that had her coming back, she wanted what he gave. The taste of his lips, the stroke of his tongue. No matter what it was, where they were, she wanted to taste him on her.

He thought she tasted dangerous. And it was all he needed to keep coming back. The dichotomy that he learned later was that she did taste dangerous but she was also his safety. And later on, his home.

6. Feelings

She loved him. He loved her.

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