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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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In my room

tw: mentions of blood, bruising, and k*lling, unprotected sex, (don't be silly, cover your willy) and eddie being so in love with you that he goes a lil crazy. this is a poorly written smut so minors DNI!

a/n: i've been WAITING for october to come so that i can post this😭 i don't stan insane clown posse i just heard this song on tiktok and ran with it! i hope you guys enjoy and happy early halloween! credit to the gif owner <3

The party cheered as Lucas rolled the dice, the number they were wishing for appearing before their very eyes. They watched with eager eyes as Eddie acted out what was happening. Shouts came from every direction telling Lucas what he should do. Eddie let out a laugh and took a glance at his watch. He feels his heart drop to his stomach when he sees the time, he's late. Eddie is never late. He stands up from his chair legs slightly shaking at the thought of not seeing you tonight.

“Woah, Eddie are you alright?” Dustin asked with concern. Eddie ignored him, he was grabbing his things and stuffing it in his backpack.

“Eddie, chill out, what's going on?”

“I’m late, I'm so fucking late she's going to kill me.”

Mike looked at the party and they were just as confused.

“Who?”

“Y/n!”

Mike, Lucas, and Dustin tensed at the mention of your name. They locked eyes trying to figure out what to tell him, but they all stayed silent not knowing how to tell him.

“We'll finish the campaign next week, sorry guys.” Eddie mumbled out while he ran out of the theatre room. Silence fell over the party before grumbling started making their ways out.

“I don't get it? I thought she-”

“Shut up Gareth.” Dustin said.

Eddie must've broken every traffic law to get back to the new trailer that his new government official friends got him and his uncle. He roughly puts the van into park, not even grabbing his things, and rushes into the trailer. He throws a short hey to his uncle before he goes into his room and slams the door shouting out a sorry from the force of it. His uncle let out a sigh and turned his attention back to the phone.

“Yeah, yeah he's doing it again. I'm just so worried about him, he hasn't been the same since we got hit with that massive earthquake.”

Eddie let out a sigh as he tried to ignore the words he was hearing through the thin walls. He knows his uncle isn't wrong, he hasn't been the same since the so-called earthquakes but it's not his fault. How is he supposed to go back to normal when your body was still trapped in the upside-down cold and not moving? He checked the time again, mumbling out a curse when he saw 9:30 flashing across the small digital screen, you were still nowhere in sight.

He starts to nervously pace the room, the words from his uncle seem louder now as he gets lost in his own thoughts. He remembers how some bullies laid off him once the “earthquakes” hit, your disappearance shaking the town to their core. It seemed like they couldn't rest, there was either a great number of deaths, or a great number of disappearances.

“Sorry for your loss, Eddie.” A cheerleader said to him.

“Yeah! She was like, really pretty. It's like so sad.”

Eddie watched with empty eyes and her friend dragged her away saying you can't say shit like that Becky. The image of you pushing him out of the way and distracting the bats so that he can live still plague his mind. He remembers the group prying him off of your cold body, tears streaming down his face as he begs for them to take you. He can't leave you here all alone, he won't do that to you. The group promised that they'd come back for you, but he knew it was an empty promise because months have passed and they haven't set foot near the gate.

He starts to nervously chew at his nails at the thought of not seeing you tonight. He goes to lay on his bed, bringing his knees to his chest trying not to cry. Were you really that upset with him that you weren't going to visit him tonight? You always came to visit, he knew he should've cancelled his plans tonight. Maybe if he just stayed in his room you'd get to be with him forever like you both originally planned. He feels a chill run down his spine and he quickly turns around to face the window. You're close, you have to be. Eddie always gets cold when you're around. His eyes stayed glued to the window but could only stay open for so long before he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Eddie hears soft tapping at his window, he lets out a groan and turns away from the noise.

“Are you gonna let me in?”

His eyes shoot open and he turns toward the window, his heart leaps out of his chest when he sees your silhouette waiting for him to open the window. He stumbles out of his bed, his blanket still wrapped around his leg and fumbles to open the window. You let out a giggle at how frantically he's moving but you know how much he needs you.

“You came!” He said breathlessly once the window was opened. You smiled at him.

“That I did, I stopped by earlier but you weren't here.” You said with a pout.

“I know, I’m so sorry. The campaign ran a little later than I thought and I didn't even realize the time. I’m so sorry-”

“Eddie, relax. it's okay I’m here now.”

Eddie lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. A smile appears on his face as his eyes open back up and he stares at you.

“I’m so glad you're here.”

“I am too. Now, back to my original question, are you gonna let me in?”

Eddie steps to the side. “Of course, come in sweetheart.”

You smile at him and make your way through the window, landing softly on your feet. Eddie lets out a gasp when you step into the light and he sees you clearly. He doesn't know why it always catches him off guard, you look the same from the last time he's seen you. Clothes torn, bruising around your neck from where one of the bats wrapped its tail around you, choking you out, blood drenched the sides of your clothes from where you were bitten. The only thing that was different about you was the fact that your eyes had a slight reddish color to them and your fangs seemed a bit sharper.

“I'm okay rockstar , I’ll heal up soon.” You reassured him. He smiled at the nickname you gave him since you found out he was in a band, it's almost as if everything was normal. Almost. Eddie pulls you into a hug, shivering a bit at how cold you felt.

“You’re freezing baby.” He mumbled out while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“I’m fine Eddie, I promise.”

Eddie steps back and looks at you. Every time you visit him he soaks in all your features, almost as if he's trying to erase the horrible memories that are on loop in his mind.

“I missed you.”

“Yeah? How much?” You tease.

“So much.”

“Show me how much.” You whisper.

Eddie nods his head and brings his lips to yours. Your lips are cold now, they never used to be cold but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. You're here. You're alive and here. You pull away from his lips and pressed kisses against his neck.

“God Eddie,” you moan out. “You smell so good.”

A blush rises to his cheeks as he clears his throat. “Have you eaten?”

Your kisses are getting sloppy and you're starting to bite him a little here and there. You shake your head and start kissing along his jaw.

“Not since last time.”

Eddie feels a swarm of butterflies in his stomach at the mention of your last visit. “We can do it again…if you want.”

You pull away from him and smile softly at him.

“You'd do that for me?”

“I'd do anything for you.”

You place a kiss on his lips already knowing he would. Eddie has said time and time again how he's willing to do anything for you, that's the one thing that hasn't changed about him. His undying loyalty toward you. The kiss becomes passionate fast and Eddie’s knees hit the edge of his bed causing him to sit down. He pulls you into his lap and your lips start attacking his neck. Eddie takes a sharp breath when you lick right where his pulse is, you can hear his heart beating out of his chest and the thought of his blood filling your mouth is enough to make you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth trying to get even the smallest amount of friction, hoping it'll be enough to satisfy your other hunger.

“Y-you need to feed.” Eddie stutters out. You shift your hips a little differently, smiling against his neck when you get a small groan out of him.

“Not hungry for that anymore,” you lied to him. Eddie always tasted better just when he was about to finish. Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels your hand sneak into his pants and wrap around him. His grip around your hips tightens and you could practically drool when you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“You're so good to me Eddie,” you whisper to him. “Always so good, letting me feed from you, keeping our visits a secret.”

His hips buck up at the mention of the secret. He only mentions you, but he has yet to tell the group that you're still alive, just a little different.

“You like that don't you?” you tease. “like keeping me as your dirty little secret? Keeping me all to yourself.”

Eddie's close. He's so close, but he doesn't want this to end like the last visit. He needs you to be closer to him, he needs to feel you in a way he hasn't for a long time.

“S-stop, ah I-I want to fuck you.”

Your movements come to a halt and you pull back from his neck and look at him with an unreadable expression.

“Even if I look like this?” You ask in a quiet voice.

Eddie looks at your body and feels sick when he sees the blood on your shirt, he lifts it noticing the bites and bruises that once littered your body are now healed.

“I mean, I can do without the blood,” he said in a teasing tone. “but you're still beautiful to me.”

For the first time in months, you feel like your heart is beating and you swear you're even blushing.

“We don't have to.” Eddie rushed out. “I just, I really need you.”

You place both hands on his cheeks and take a good look at him. Tiny scars are dancing around his face from the battle that you and your friends lost. He's so warm and so fucking pretty, how the fuck am I supposed to do this? You think to yourself.

“Are you sure Eddie?”

Eddie nodded his head. “Just, don't kill me.” He nervously chuckles out.”

You giggle and shake your head. “I’d never kill you.”

Eddie Munson was most definitely the love of your life, that was something you could easily say.

You bring his lips to yours for another kiss that he finds himself lost in the minute your lips touch his. You were intoxicating, you're better than any alcohol he's ever drunk, better than any joint he's ever rolled. You were his little slice of paradise and he'll make sure nothing ever hurts you again, he’d kill someone with his bare hands if it meant you'd return to his arms every night.

Your lips find their way to his neck again, your nose buried deep into his pulse.

Eddie’s hands hover over the button of your pants, you can practically hear him begging you through his thoughts and it makes you giggle. You nod your head and let out a gasp when his fingers quickly unbutton your pants and slip into your underwear.

“H-holy shit,” he mutters against your lips. “You're fucking soaked. Was it like this last time?”

You nod your head and move your hips against his hand trying to get some friction.

“ ‘M always like this for you.”

Eddie swears that God could send the flood and he’d die a very happy man. Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

“Eddie, please do something.”

Eddie nods his head and starts moving his fingers at a steady pace but it's not enough. You need more. All of your senses were heightened and it was almost too much for you. Almost. You shake your head and push Eddie so that he's laying down on the bed, your lips are attached to his neck as you place kisses all over him.

“More, I need more Eddie.” you cry out. Eddie is at a loss for words, he's seen you like this before but never this hungry. He lets out a choked groan when he feels you pull down his pants and underwear in the blink of an eye. You pull down your pants and underwear and give him a few pumps before locking your eyes on him.

Eddie felt like a prey who had been seen by their number one predator, his heart was beating out of his chest and he was trying to catch his breath. Your red eyes were full of hunger. You were hungry for him, not just his blood but all of him. You smile at him, your pointy fangs on display and he swears he's never been so in love before.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Y/n for the love of God, please just get on top.”

You giggle and nod your head. Who were you to deny such a sweet guy like Eddie? Gasps left your mouths at the same time as you slowly started sinking down on him, you're so full but not in the way you want to be. Your mouth finds the familiar pulse on his neck and you whimper from how good he smells. You clench around him unknowingly and it makes him buck his hips up into you. You both start moving at a similar pace but it's not good enough for Eddie. His hands grip your hips and he's thrusting up into you at a fast pace. You're practically drooling at how good he smells and you gently scrape your fangs along his pulse, silently asking him if you can have just the tiniest bite of him.

Eddie grunts out that he's close and he gives you the green light for you to use him. You bite down on him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the second his sweet blood greets your tastebuds, and Eddie groans at the feeling. You both finish together, minds foggy and bodies buzzing from the aftershocks. You pull away from Eddie with a small smile and lick the stray blood that escaped from the wound you gave him. Your eyes find him and you feel your heart swell at the sight before you.

Eddie’s eyes are fighting to stay open and he has a smile on his face as his hands find yours. He feels dizzy, and he's not sure if it's because of how much he loves you, or maybe it's because you drank from him more than you usually would.

“You still with me, rockstar?”

Eddie hums at the sound of your voice and nods his head. The moonlight is shining through the window and it makes you look ethereal. He swears you're an angel who's been sent down just for him.

“Am I in heaven?” he asks in a weak voice. You giggle and run a hand through his hair before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Not exactly rockstar.” You grab his limp hand and check the small digital watch that rests on his wrist, pouting when you see the time.

“It seems like our time is up, Munson,” you say with a sad voice. You get off of Eddie's lap already feeling so empty without him. You put on your bottoms and sit at the edge of Eddie's bed.

“Can you lay with me a little longer?”

“Of course, I can.”

You find your place beside him, snuggling into him. You breathe in his scent and smile at the familiar smell, it almost feels like you didn't die a horrible death months ago. You're just in bed with Eddie soaking in the little time you have with him.

“Why can't you stay with me?”

“You know I can't Eddie. I have to leave when the morning comes.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and brings you closer to him. He doesn't want you to leave. He needs you to stay with him, he'll do anything if it means you'll stay with him.

“Yeah well, if I had it my way the fucking sun would be gone.”

You look up at him and smile.

“You’d do that for me?”

“I told you, I’d do anything for you.”

You sit up and rest a hand on his chest, tilting your head to the side a little.

“Would you kill for me?“

You knew it was a long shot, but you had to ask. You're being forced to ask.

“If I needed to.”

“Even if it was your friends?”

Silence is shared between you two, you're waiting for his answer and Eddie is actually thinking about it.

“If it means you'll stay.”

You smile and kiss him, everything is going to plan. Maybe now you can stay, maybe he'll be so happy with the work you've been doing that you can stop going back. You can stay. Stay with Eddie. You know it won't happen, you can still hear his voice in your head.

I can hurt them, but you can tear them apart from the inside.

“I'm just kidding Eds, I know you'd never do that.”

Eddie’s hand grabs yours tightly, he knows you're about to leave and he doesn't want you to.

“I'm serious, if it means you'll stay with I’ll kill them.”

You stand up from his bed and kiss his forehead. “I know you will.”

You walk toward the window ready to leave but before you do you turn to him.

“Your time is almost up Eddie.”

Eddie wakes up in a cold sweat and looks around his bedroom frantically. His eyes are searching for you but there isn't a single trace, he looks down and sees he's still wearing his clothes. Confused, he stands up but is quick to fall back onto his bed. He takes a minute to collect himself before he makes his way to the restroom on wobbly legs. Maybe his friends were right, maybe he needs to let you go. The dreams are getting too real, he swears you were actually in his room tonight.

He passes by the mirror but stops when he sees a flash of dark red on his hellfire shirt. He gets closer to the mirror and feels tears prick his eyes when he sees the bite mark on his neck. You were here, he wasn't dreaming. You actually showed up last night. Eddie feels like he could dance in the restroom from how happy he is, he knew you were real. He knew you came to visit him and it wasn't his imagination.

Eddie leaves the trailer with a smile on his face and the bite mark on his neck is on full display. Nothing can ruin the good mood he's in, not even Dustin being concerned over the injury on his neck. Things are finally going back to normal, and Eddie hasn't felt this happy in a long time.

It's too bad a killer headache came along and ruined it all.

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angel-blitz · 5 months

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Speaking of, here's a livernest fic I never posted here for some reason

"Can I borrow your-" Romeo stopped almost immediately upon seeing the disheveled shape of Ernest's dressing room.

"....Geez, Ern! What happened in here?" He asked, cautiously stepping in.

Ernest stopped rummaging through his dresser, slowly looking up at the taller, thicker bear. The room wasn't the only thing looking rough at the moment. His red fur was disheveled, his mascara was smeared, and his ears were folded down in annoyance.

"Sorry, I'm all over the place right now." Ernest sighed, brushing himself off.

"I'll say..." Romeo observed the room some more. Drawers had been pulled open, and their contents were scattered across the floor.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, worried.

Ernest sighed. "No. Everything's not okay, and I'm freakin' out!" He huffed, crossing his arms.

"Aw, come here." Romeo opened his arms, offering a hug. Ernest immediately obliged, wrapping his arms around the bigger bears waist and nuzzling into his chest.

"Now, what's got you all upset?" Romeo asked softly, stroking the back of Ernest's head.

Ernest looked up from Romeo's chest and sighed. "Fine. It's...my hat."

"Your....hat?" Romeo squinted. "It's still glued to your head, like always." He chuckled.

Ernest shook his head and groaned. "No, no, that's not what I meant!" He pointed to his hat. "The feather! It's gone!"

Romeo knelt down to Ernest's size, looking at his hat. Sure enough, the signature pink feather was missing from his hat. "Huh....yeah, it IS gone, ain't it?"

Ernest frowned. "See? My hat is nothing without that feather, I look like a disaster!"

"You look just as dashin' as always, Ernie. But I know how much it means to you, so I'll help you look for it!" Romeo smiled, an attempt at cheering up Ernest.

Ernest gave him a small smile. "Thank you, that means a lot. You look over there, and I'll go back to where I was."

Romeo nodded, walking over to Ernest's bed. Maybe he accidentally fell asleep with the hat on, and the feather was buried under the blanket?

He lifted the blue blanket. Not a single pink feather in sight.

"Couldn't have grown legs and walked away...could it?" Romeo pondered, Ernest rolling his eyes in response.

"Maybe that's why I haven't found it yet, huh?" Ernest chuckled, his mood a bit better now that he had help.

Romeo looked over at him and smiled, before he noticed something sticking out of the fur on Ernest's back.

"Huh, there it is." He said.

Ernest gasped, whipping his head around to Romeo. "What- where?!"

"On yer back, hold still" Romeo said, plucking the pink feather from Ernest's backside. "This pesky lil' thing had you runnin' all over the place!"

Ernest grinned, taking the feather from Romeo. Once he finally got the feather situated in his hat, Ernest sighed in relief. "That's better."

Romeo smiled, patting Ernest's shoulder. "There we go! Much better."

Ernest grinned, motioning for Romeo to kneel down a bit. When he did, Ernest took the opportunity to give him a kiss on the nose, causing Romeo to grin and blush.

"Thank you~" Ernest smiled.

"Aw shucks, yer welcome Ernie!" Romeo exclaimed.

"Oh! Right, I wanted to ask you somethin'. Where's yer hairbrush? Mine broke, and I was wonderin' if I could use yours instead." He asked.

Ernest looked around his room- only to remember how much of a mess it was and how his hairbrush was now nowhere to be found.

"Mind helpin' me look for that too?" Ernest rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Romeo smiled. "Sure thing, sugar~"

#livernest #as you can see i was cooking

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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[author’s note] I rewrote this post THREE times...

# DON’T KNOW WHY I STILL TRY, SHE WONDERS WHY

“I don’t trust nobody, not even her.”

they accidentally hit you | Yandere!Mikey, Ran, Wakasa

warnings: accidental violence, brief mention of actual violence, implied kidnap, yandere, Mikey kicking reader, Ran hitting reader, Wakasa kicking reader.

anon said: “Request for a Yandere ran, Mickey and Wakasa where they accidentally hit you? Like they accidentally slap or kicked u too hard for any reason”

song: trust nobody, love nobody the same by sagun (feat. shiloh dynasty)

— is probably beating tf out of someone who thought they could get between you two; maybe someone who came to rescue you or tried to help you escape.

— he is about to end them with that legendary kick of his, but his foot catches your jaw because you thought it would be a great idea to jump in front of whoever Mikey is beefing with in a pathetic attempt to save their miserable life.

— and Mikey is able to slow the kick just enough so that you don’t get the full force, but you still get hit as it was far too late for him to stop when you suddenly jump in front of him like that.

— and you go flying.

— like you’re literally knocked off of your fucking feet.

— and he watches your body crumple on the floor as you land.

— you let out a lil’ yelp as you hit the ground.

— suddenly, he forgets all about the loser he’s beaten bloody and runs over to check on you.

— he kneels over you, tugging your limp body into his lap.

— he smooths back your hair, rubbing his thumbs over your temples as he softly calls your name.

— and when you don’t respond, he gets panicked and begins calling your name louder and louder until you answer with a groggy, “what?”

— he gets so angry at himself that he has to take it out on something, or rather someone.

— so he moves as though he is going to go back to kicking ass, but you weakly tug at his wrist and beg him not to.

— and he sees how weak and vulnerable you are at the moment, and how you’re begging him so sweetly for someone else’s life.

— he hesitates, but in the end, he gives up and leaves that person alone. even though he has already given them the beating of a lifetime.

— and he does his best to help you get somewhere safe where you can be treated without alerting the authorities of course.

— he feels really guilty about it and keeps apologizing.

— and if you ask him not to go after that person again, in this moment, when the guilt is eating him alive, he won’t.

— but only if you ask him now, while he still feels like shit about how things ended up.

— he’s not as smart as people give him credit for.

— he really is quite a brute.

— he swings on kids with bricks and batons in parking lots for fun.

— he is most likely testing out his new weapon, whatever it may be.

— maybe a brand new shiny, steel bat that’s sole purpose is to beat in the faces of anyone who tries to take you away from him.

— he had it custom made to ensure that it’s got the right weight to it.

— and he is just swinging it about when you happen to pop up out of nowhere.

— maybe you had heard all the swooshing and just wanted to see what was up.

— but you happen to come too close and Ran doesn’t even see you, having way too much fun testing out his new weapon.

— and Ran is just swinging, swinging, swinging.

— and then he turns and you’re right fucking there. but it’s too late to stop it.

— luckily enough for you, he is able to lift his hand just enough so that his fist hits you rather than the bat.

— but it still hurts.

— you’re not necessarily knocked off your feet, but you get hit and become dizzy.

— your legs give out and you fall to your knees, cheek aching.

— he immediately collapses to kneel in front of you, hands hovering in front of you.

— he’s too afraid to touch you. he thinks he might hurt you again.

— “sorry.” he blurts, mouth dry.

— this means a lot because Ran never apologizes.

— but he feels so fucking sorry.

— your eyes are glossy, your lower lip pulled between your teeth as you fight back tears.

— I don’t blame you. I KNOW that shit hurt 🤕

— “I’m sorry,” he blurts again. “Can I—is it okay if I—uhm, what do you want me to…?”

— He can’t figure out what to do or how to help you.

— he feels like shit, and he thinks you’re gonna hate him even more now.

— you just sniffle, taking a deep breath as you blink back tears.

— “can I… Is it okay if I…?” His hands jolt as though he’s trying to stop himself from touching you.

— he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to see you scared, or see you flinch.

— and you don’t really have much of a choice because he might have broken something in your face and you need some kind of help, so you take him up on his unsaid offer.

— you nod softly, swallowing a sob as your cheek aches painfully.

— he slowly tugs you into his arms, soothing his large hands over your back.

— he cups your face gently in his hands and tilts your face to get a better look.

— your eyes are stinging as he asks you where exactly it hurts.

— “Sorry,” he murmurs again. “I’ll get Rindou to check on you,” he says. “He’s good with medical shit.”

— actually thinks you look rather nice when crying but won’t mention it because he can read the room.

— coddles you and calls you all kinds of nicknames.

— “baby, I’m sorry.” / “it won’t happen again, sweetheart.” / “I didn’t mean to, honey.”

— sits there while Rindou patches you up, holding your hand (if you let him) and telling you that you’re doing so good whenever you clutch his hand hard or when you squeeze your eyes shut in pain.

— promises to buy you whatever you want to fix it.

— even if you insist that you don’t want anything, he’ll still get you something.

— probably still tells you that he’s sorry under his breath.

— he is so pressed about the situation that he doesn’t even use the shiny, steel bat he bought.

— it’s expensive and custom made, and he’s not gonna use it at all solely because he almost hit you with it.

— he thought you were someone else.

— when he heard someone creeping out of the hideout, he assumed it was an outsider who stumbled across the place and was trying to escape.

— and his reflexes are fast.

— so without thinking, he clocks you upside the head from behind.

— he most likely noticed that it was you he was about to hit but by then, it was too late to stop.

— but he doesn’t even try to hold back or slow the punch at all.

— he lets you take it full force.

— you are quite literally knocked off your fucking feet.

— and when you hit the ground, you’re gasping for air because you’re winded thanks to the impact of the fall.

— and he just peers over you, watching you with that resting bitch face of his.

— he doesn’t even apologize.

— he quietly asks you where you were going, knowing damn well you can’t respond because you cannot breathe.

— and he doesn’t help either.

— he just watches you sputter for air.

— your ribs could be broken.

— and if you get upset and scream about how he could have hurt you, he’ll just shrug and say that he pulled the kick so that you wouldn’t get hurt as bad.

— liar. 😔

— if you need any kind of patching up, he will help.

— but he will probably have something backhanded to say about how if you didn’t try to escape then this wouldn’t have happened.

— is a lil’ insensitive.

— your body is probably sore and aching and he doesn’t even care.

— might purposefully run his hands over the place where he knows it’ll hurt most just to watch your pretty face contort with subtle pain.

— might even take his fingers and dig them into the sensitive skin that suffered from the impact just to see if you’ll yell or cry.

— he finds you interesting and wants to see you make as many expressions as possible.

— expressions of pain are not excluded.

— would be a lil’ hurt if you flinched away from him after the whole ordeal.

— but he isn’t stupid, he could understand why you’d fear him. he just can’t find it in himself to care.

— not that he would intentionally hurt you.

— but if it happens, if happens 🤷🏾‍♀️

— might feel guilty if you show that you’re genuinely upset.

— if you want him to stop poking and prodding at your bruises, you’re gonna have to cry.

— he might go easy on you then, but that’s a might, not a will.

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myrandom-fandomlife · 4 years

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I Hope That It Was Worth It

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Songfic based on Josslyn by Olivia O’Brien

Not my GIF

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Lil smut at the beginning, Cursing, Very much angst

A/N: Another 2am post woooo! You should definitely listen to Josslyn before or during reading this. This is heavily unedited and very angsty which I don’t normally write so idk if it’s good. Lmk if you like!

I know we never said, where we drew the line

But I was in your bed, almost every night

“Fuck, Rafe, faster.” He slammed his hips into you faster and harder, making you moan.

“Gotta be quiet baby, don’t want Sarah hearing.” It had become a common occurrence, sneaking into his bedroom late at night during your sleepovers with Sarah. You didn’t put a label on what it was, but it was something.

“Shit, angel, ’m cumming.” He moaned breathlessly against your neck, making you shiver.

“Me too, Rafe.” You felt him release inside of you at the same time you hit your high, his hips slowing down. You couldn’t remember when you guys started this, but all you knew was that you didn’t want it to end.

I thought we made it clear,

How we felt, read the signs

He rolled off the top of you and pulled you into his side, kissing your forehead. “You know, I really like you Y/N.” He sighs, still slightly out of breath from your less than innocent activities. He always told you how much he liked you, you would always say it back. You didn’t know when this became more than just sex, but it happened, and you didn’t want it to end.

“Yeah. I know. I really like you too.” You cuddled into his side, laying his head on your chest. You would lay like that for a while, sometimes talking, or just enjoying each other’s company. But eventually, you’d go back to Sarah’s room, sliding quietly back in your place on your best friend’s bed.

But now there’s nothing left,

Cause you did nothing right

You were at one of Sarah Cameron’s famous parties, wanting nothing more than to be dancing with Rafe. But he was dancing with some random blonde. You eyed the two, making sure the taller boy caught your cold stare before turning on your heel with a huff and striding to the bathroom.

When you exited the ladies’ room a few minutes later, you weren’t surprised to see Rafe waiting for you, the random blonde nowhere to be seen.

When he spotted you he turned to follow you, “Hey baby, you alright?”

You scoff at his words and stop in the hall, “Don’t ‘hey baby’ me right now.”

“What did I even do?” He looks genuinely confused, and for a second you feel bad.

“That’s the problem, Rafe. It’s what you didn’t do.” After seeing the confusion still on his face, you go on, “Have you noticed that I haven’t talked danced with one guy tonight? How I haven’t talked to any other guys tonight? I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to get so drunk that I couldn’t walk with you. Don’t you get it, Rafe? All night, I’ve wanted to spend time with you, but you insist on keeping this a secret, whatever this even is. I don’t want to be a secret anymore, okay? I don’t want to be confused about our relationship status and feel guilty about getting mad when I see you dancing with some random blonde bitch.”

His eyes had grown wide and his jaw tight during your speech, “I- I don’t want to be a secret either,” You could hear it in his voice before he even said it, “But, my father… He wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t approve. He’d make me end this. I don’t want that.” You sigh, “And Josslyn? That random blonde bitch? She’s just a friend.”

You cross your arms over your chest, “When are you gonna stop needing daddy’s approval for everything? He shouldn’t have a say over who you are with!”

He runs a hand through his hair, huffing, “I didn’t expect you to understand.”

You were getting more and more upset at his words, “Yeah? And who would? Josslyn?”

“Come on, Y/N. I already told you she’s just a friend.”

“Whatever. Let me know when you can think for yourself,” You reply angrily and storm off.

You had to go and ruin it, so you could get a quick fuck

I’m sure you had fun doin’ it, and I won’t make a big fuss

You drove to the Camerons’, ready to apologize for being dramatic at the party. You had too much to drink and you didn’t really care how long you had to be a secret, you just wanted Rafe. You pull up their driveway, fishing the key Sarah had given you out from your purse. When you enter the house you can hear noises upstairs that you can’t make out, but you assume it’s just Rafe playing video games.

When you got upstairs, you could hear the noises clearer, it was Rafe moaning and grunting. At first, you just assumed he was jerking off, wouldn’t be the first time you walked in on him. But as you got closer to the door you heard a girl moan, that was when your heart sank. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you even opened the door, when you did, they spilled over. It was Rafe with Josslyn, the girl he said not to worry about. He was on top of her, his bare hips moving fast against hers. You involuntarily let out a sob and their heads snap to you, their eyes widening.

“Y/N-” You heard him say as you turn and ran down the stairs, wanting to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

But now we’re off, and we’ll never be on again

I hope that it was worth it fucking Josslyn

Before you could get back in your car, you feel a hand on your arm and you turn around, “Rafe, no.” You knew there were still tears streaming down your face.

“Babe-” He’s tying the strings of his robe, and you were wishing he didn’t look so good with sex hair.

“No, Rafe. I thought that it was only me, but my mistake. This is over.”

Don’t wanna fight, I just never wanna talk again

I hope that it was worth it fucking Josslyn

You try to turn toward your car, but he grabs your arm again, “Baby if you would just let me explain-”

“Rafe, I don’t want to fight. Just don’t talk to me ever again, okay?” You’re still crying, but not as hard, and he tries to wipe your tears with his thumbs but you pull away.

I know we weren’t together but we’re more than friends,

Said you couldn’t see me while she gave you head

“I can’t do that, I can’t never talk to you.” He tries to plead.

“Save it, Rafe. I know weren’t together, but you know damn well we were way more than friends. And to think I was falling for you,” you huff and shake your head, opening the car door.

“Baby, I was falling for you-”

“No, you know what? I deserve to know this. How long? How long were you fucking other girls while making me think I was the only one?” You cut him off loudly, wanting more information.

“Babe-”

“How long?” You say again, with a more aggressive tone.

He sighs, his head dropping, “It was only her, and it started the day you wanted to hang out and I couldn’t because she was with me.”

Your chest tightens and you feel like you’ll start crying again, so you get in your car and slam the door, driving away.

So please don’t ever call again

I hope that it was worth it fucking Josslyn

Rafe had called you 5 times already, and you knew if you just answered him once, he would stop. That’s why you picked up the phone on the 6th one.

“Hey babe, I wanted you to know that I really did like you, and I’m sorry.”

“Rafe, don’t call me again, okay? We’re done.”

“Angel, don’t do this-”

Yeah, I hope that it was worth it.

“Goodbye, Rafe.”

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Tags: @overly-b

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe angst #rafe cameron angst #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron imagine

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hongism · 3 years

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Hello caly/calypso/hongism/author of one of the best (of THE best, perhaps?) Ateez fanfics to grace the internet! This is gonna be long af dream stuff but

It is I, the poly of the roly, here to tell you:

Last night or sometime recently (it's hard for me to keep track of the days because I work 12 hour shifts overnight) I'd checked your blog as I do every couple days to a week depending how busy I am and saw the ask that was about the moc update and you were all sure let me put my life on hold real quick no BIG ! (BTW I haven't checked yet but if you've still got all that work ahead of you I hope you're taking GOOD care of yourself and getting plenty of rest 😤 and I will send good vibes to wherever you are so if you find random money or a stranger buys you a sandwich or something then I'll pretend it's because my vibes so good vibes so strong) so anyway I had seen that right after I got home from work and then passed right out so in my dream you ended up uploading the next chapter because a bunch of people had been hounding for an update and you were v v upset and didn't want to answer any asks understandably but THEN. then. Moc got turned into a TV show and it was fuckin COOL caly, way cooler than I'd ever imagined. And then because dream things it shifted from me watching it as a TV show to it being the reality i was in and at first I was y/n until I was like wait but I'm not a girl and then y/n was you (kind of, she was called Calypso, Caly for short and I don't really remember what she looked like besides brown hair which is what I've always pictured y/n with so she was you? But like your online persona I guess lol) and we were preparing to go rescue San and there was a LOT of tension between y/n and Seonghwa (also when my dream supplied you as y/n I remember thinking like o shit now we're gonna get a LOT of tension between her and joong lmao). I don't really remember what my story was like how I ended up there, I think I was just enlisted randomly for help like someone knew of my status and sought me out? But originally I was pretending to be a spectre when I was actually a normie who was very good at rogue-esque shit. Jongho was my first friend because y/n wouldn't talk to me cause I guess I was a lil too sus for her. Later Yunho and I became friends through constantly making faces at each like we were on the office whenever anything awkward happened between seonghwa and y/n trying to skirt around each other (I think seonghwa and hongjoong were together....? I don't remember!) and eventually there was some *other* stuff between Yunho and I at WHICH POINT. IT WAS DISCOVERED THAT I WAS APPARENTLY A SIREN BUT HAD LITERALLU NO MEMORY OF IT BEVAUSE *serum thingz* AND had no access to the dreamscape or didn't realize I was there when dreaming once again I do not remember. But basically it's my dream so it had to make me special lmfao also I don't remember anything about the actual mission but we got San back and there was a really cute reunion with him and all the crew but ALSO a very long awaited SMOOCH between San and y/n with hands squeezing each other's faces as if to make sure they'll never disappear again it was so cute. And then I realized I had a lot of shit to work out since I had a whole life I needed to figure out so once it was all over, I left without much of a goodbye and it stopped showing it from my pov and more like I was watching it like a show again and so for a few episodes of the moc TV show yunho had a short lived but very fiery romance with a normie-pretend-spectre-actually-siren who slipped quietly off the ship with little more than a pat on Yunhos shoulder v.v thank you for reading my dream fanfiction moc TV show sorry it was so long and BASICALLY WENT NOWHERE

-- rolypoly (also I forgot to mention but in my dream when I saw that you'd updated because you were tired of people bothering you about an update I was very bummed for you and didn't even read it. But I did watch the TV show. Although I didn't really have a choice because my eyes were basically a camera at that point. Dream stuff fun stuff)

BESTIE THIS WAS A WHOLE TRIP AND A HALF?!?!? ngl im pretty tipsy rn so it's even more of a trip than the first time i read it goodness im in love with this concept tho like yunho deserves it moc needs more drama as we all know it doesn't have NEARLY enough drama as it is!??! altho i must say,,,,,, an ? a ? for some reason saying a moc outloud sounds really wrong but anyways that's not even important at all just a tv show after moc would be so fun i would watch it i would love it i love that idea but don't you worry im not posting that chapter until i'm happy with it, so sadly that means everyone has to wait a little while longer for it to be up to my standards 😔💔

#rolypoly anon #moc: spoilers #mists of celeste

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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Family Reunion

A/N: I had this idea in the shower last night. There’s more but my dinner is ready so I guess this just became more than a one shot. I really just made up this title before I posted it. I might come back and add pictures later. okay byeee

Warnings: none. I mean like lite cursing?

WC: 999 gang gang

“Okay, Khadijah is there anything else that we need to buy?” Antoinette asked. Khadijah looked over the list and shook her head.

“No I think that we’ve gotten everything on the list that you made.” she responded.

“Okay good now-”

Khadijah's phone rang and cut off her sister. “Oh shit. Speak of the devil,” she said answering the phone, “Hey, cuz what’s up?”

Antoinette waited as her sister held her conversation with Courtney. She wondered if her ears were burning. If they were, they probably hadn’t stopped ever since she’d gotten engaged.

“Okay see you soon,” Khadijah finished the call.

Antoinette narrowed her eyes.“What do you mean “see you soon?”

“Court is headed over to talk final party details. Her ears must have been ringin,” Khadijah laughed. Antoinette smiled at her older sister. She loved that they thought alike sometimes.

“When is she gonna get here?”

“They’re about 10 minutes out,” Khadijah answered.

“Damn. That means I gotta make two long ass trips out to the end of the driveway. For her and my damn food.” Antoinette whined. “Wait, what do you mean they?”

“Oh my bad. Erik is coming too.”

“Oh yeah the fiancee that got me in this trouble to begin with,” Anotinette groaned.

“Look if you don’t want to do this.. “ Khadijah trailed off and Antoinette let her. She wanted to hear the rest of that sentence. “I don’t really want to finish that. Please don’t say you don’t want to do this. I need you! You got all the party plannin skills lil sis,” she pleaded.

“Yeah whateva. I already committed. Plus, it’s at my house! I can’t call off their party 2 days before. Now if I would have had this brilliant idea yesterday, hmmph! Then, we’d be talkin!” she teased.

“Are you upset with Court? I mean it makes sense Ant. She knows we live together and she only invited me to be in her wedding party? I’d be a little bitter too.”

“Nah..,” Antoinette thought about it, “ I honestly just think all of this shit is weird. We’re not close with her at all. Even back when I was on social media, I don’t think I followed her or kept up with her life. We were thick as thieves as kids but I haven’t had a real conversation with her since undergrad. So, I wasn’t expecting to be a bridesmaid. I didn’t even know she had a man! I just think it’s odd that out of nowhere she’s resurfacing and trying to reconnect.”

“Aye good love hits everybody different,” Khadijah said.

“Let me go put on a damn bra and shorts that cover my ass before they get here.” Antoinette said rising from her seat on the couch. She walked towards her bedroom and yelled back at her sister, “THE SHIT I DO FOR YOU DEEJ! I BETTER END UP IN THAT NOVEL YOU WRITIN! MAKE ME A SUPERNATURAL QUEEN!”

“I WILL MAKE YOU THE QUEEN OF GETTIN ON MY DAMN NERVES!” Khadijah called back. Antoinette didn’t even look back at her sister. She just stuck her middle finger in the air and proceeded to her room. When she came out, she adorned a whole new outfit, she’d fluffed her hair and applied a lil lip gloss too.

“Bitch, where are you goin?” Khadijah asked.

“This is the first time we’ve seen Court in God knows how long. I have no need to flex because,” she gestured to her home and body, “we good where we at over here. Buuut, I atleast don’t want our reunion to have me lookin like a couch potato. You had to go to work and get ready. I’ve just been ready to finish this last season of Avatar the Last Airbender again. So, excuse me if I figured I’d make myself more presentable”

“The fact that anyone got you to wear a bra on a day where you don’t have to meet with clients is a mystery to me,” Khadijah said. Ant stuck her tongue out at her sister and went into the kitchen when there was a knock at the door.

“I didn’t have to walk out to the gate to let them in? They may be my new favorite couple.” Ant said. Khadijah went to greet the new favs.

“Hey y’all!” Khadijah called out.

“Where the hell is my wine? I know this hoe did not finish my imported wine and said nothin” Antoinette thought. She was so wrapped up in her search that she hadn’t realized that her guests were already entering the kitchen. She reached for another bottle that would do and popped her head up from behind her bar.

Everything happened at once. Or at least it felt that way to Antoinette

“Oh my goodness!” screamed Courtney as she flitted towards Antoinette who was looking past Courtney at the man standing there. Her heart stopped. Everything stopped. She let go of her hold on the bottle and it tumbled to the floor in slow motion until it met the granite floor and created a sea of red at her feet. Courtney halted not wanting to cut herself. Khadijah went to grab some paper towels.

“Ant, you good?” Khadijah asked her sister who hadn’t moved out of the wreckage. Antoinette looked down and closed her eyes briefly.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m good. Sorry y’all,” she said as she went to grab a brown and a dust pan. “How about you two go have a seat on the couch while we take care of this? We’ll be right there.”

Antoinette helped her sister clean up the mess she’d made and before they could re-enter the living room Khadijah took one more hard look at her sister. “You sure you good?”

“Yup. You go ahead. Let me grab some waters.” Ant stuck her head in the freezer to cool down.

There’s no way this is real. This isn’t happening. He’s dead. That’s- This. This isn’t real.

She tried to convince herself it was true.

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silentlsworld · 3 years

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The Quarantine in the Year Pt. 2

Hello everyone! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has read pt. 1 of The Quarantine in the Year! I appreciate your likes, reblogs and comments dearly :) I’m awaiting an invite to set up my AO3 profile to post more frequently there but until then, I thought I’d share a pt. 2

Disclaimer: Once again, I don’t own any of the original Bones characters, that’s all HH. The only thing that is mine is my imagination.

A/N: I’m trying to bounce between all our beloved character’s lives and capture them as accurately and in character as I can. I really hope you like pt. 2 and feel free to leave advice, ideas in the comments <3

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Cam sighed as she walked into the living room. She could hear her sons’ laughter as well as her husbands. The thought of her family eased her worked up nerves. She loved the little family she had created. Though Michelle was now in training at Quantico which meant a busy schedule, she still came home time to time. Well, before the world went up in flames, she would frequently come home and bond with her brothers, play with, help them with school and get to know them.

The boys had even settled in amazingly. Granted, it took some time for all three of them to get used to the home and it had shocked them that would all be able to stay together so that made the first few mornings emotional when they saw each other at breakfast. All in all, they had become quite the little family and the boys had such a great impact on her and Arastoo’s lives.

“Isaiah! Yeah! Do it!” Tyler encouraged.

“Wait boys! I-I-don’t think-” Arastoo’s voice was drowned out as a ‘pop-pop’ was heard.

Running to see if anyone was hurt, Cam stopped short staring at the mini volcano that was sitting on her very expensive chenille rug and had just recently erupted.

“What-What is going on?”

Model airplanes and Hum Vs sat scattered around the floor along with mini soldiers lined up ready for battle. Isaiah sat with his arms covered in a mixture of red and orange food dye and Tyler had it in his hair. Cameron sat to the other side finishing up another Hum V model with a goofy grin on his face twinning the one on his father’s. Arastoo beamed at his boys. The fact that he had not one but three sons to play with and experiment with gave him so much joy.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” he laughed out.

“Oh really, guess we know who’s going to clean my rug.” Cam muttered before shaking her head. She turned and walked away into the kitchen to grab a wine, a beer, a double scotch, anything to keep her mind off her rug that would more than likely stain and the fact that all four of her boys had the same maturity level.

“Hey Dad, is Mom angry?” Tyler asked a little worried he’d upset his mom.

“She’s probably only a little upset. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go talk to her.”

“Quarantine really has had her on edge huh Dad.” Cameron contributed.

“Yeah, you got that right son. I’ll be back. In the meantime, how about we try to focus on building the boats instead of testing if the volcano works?” Arastoo stood up and walked into the kitchen and found Cam leaning over the counter, head bowed and body tense.

“Hey, Cam. Babe talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Sniffling Cam looked up, “Felicia. She-she-”

“Hey, it’s okay. Calm down. I’m right here.” Arastoo reassured her and rubbed his hands up and down her back the way she loved. She had once told him that if she was ever upset beyond words, that helped her to calm down. Cam looked up and smiled at her husband before taking a deep breath continuing.

“Geor-George called me. He said that Felicia was at work. You know how instead of having everyone work at home, her office decided to take shifts. Well, it was her week and apparently someone in the office failed to tell them that-that-”

“Oh no. Cam…”

“She’s tested positive Arastoo. George said that he had to rush her to the hospital. It-it-it’s not looking good right now. The doctors are doing what they can, but they told George that the next twenty-four hours could be life or death for her.” Cam broke at that point and turned to bury her face in Arastoo’s chest. Not knowing what else to do, Arastoo held his wife with everything in him.

“Shhh. Cam breathe my love. It’ll be okay. She has to be. In Allah’s name she will be.”

“You-you-you can’t know for sure Arastoo and we-we were just starting to have a really great-really great relationship.” Cam hiccupped.

“Yes, I can Cam. Trust me. Felicia is a fighter. She’ll be okay.”

“Mom? Are you okay?” Isaiah poked his head into the kitchen followed by Tyler and Cameron.

“We’re sorry that we erupted the volcano over the rug. We’ll clean it up.” Tyler offered.

“Oh boys. It’s not you I’m upset at. Come over here.”

The boys walked over to their Mom and engulfed her in one big hug. Cam closed her eyes holding her boys to her. She never thought she would ever become a mother and then Michelle came into her and she was beyond grateful and once again thought that would be it. But then, she married Arastoo and worried he would be upset at her not wanting to get pregnant but then he mentioned adoption and she was on board especially when Brennan had connected them with a foster care facility in Mississippi which connected them to their three boys. She held them to her like her life depending on it and right now, the strength and reassurance of family was what she needed most.

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Back at the Booth-Brennan household…

Booth could hear his son’s giggles and what sounded like Christine muttering to herself. He opened and his eyes went wide, and he had to try his best to not laugh at the sight in front of him. Hank had apparently gotten hold of the baby powder he had bought yesterday and stored in the bathroom cabinet. Even though he and Christine were already eight and eleven years old respectively, Brenna still purchased baby powder for them regularly to use after showers and baths. It helped them stay fresh and prevented chaffing which was always a plus. Hank had other ideas of its use though. The two entire jumbo containers had exploded over Christine’s room. Her floor was drenched in powder and Hank was currently in it making a snow angel. Christine had powder stacked on top of her head that looked like it had been dolloped there like whip cream on a cupcake. He chuckled involuntarily.

“Dad! Look! I made Christmas!” Hank shouted from his spot on the floor. He was drenched in it and looked like Casper the friendly ghost.

“DAD!” Christine whined.

“Okay-okay-okay!” Booth chuckled again. Bones would have lost it and blown her top he thought.

“It’s not funny Dad! This is like the third time this week Hank’s come in here and wreaked havoc.” Christine stared at her father indignantly. A stare she had inherited from her mother and it didn’t help that she had the same blue eyes. Just before lockdown, Angela had come over with Katherine and Brennan and Christine and they had a girl’s day lounging around the house.

There had been a lull in cases for the FBI-Jeffersonian duo and so the women decided to take the day off together. It was then Angela had offered to cut Christine’s hair giving the little girl bangs. She looked so much like her Mom did when she first returned from Maluku and was the splitting image of Temperance Brennan right now as she stood with her hands on her hips, lips pouting, and eyes narrowed.

“Okay. Hank, why did you want to make Christmas?” Booth tried to reason with his son.

“Because I’m bored and Christmas time means fun in the snow and then Auntie Angela and Uncle Hodgy comes over and we get together with the whole family and go see the lights and then-and then we won’t be stuck in the house by ourselves.”

Booth sighed. He had figured Hank’s restlessness was because of being in quarantine but they couldn’t help it. When the news had broke that the virus had spread across the country, he and Aubrey as SSAs had made the executive decision to leave the division under Aubrey’s control so Booth could be home with his family. He had offered to consult with Aubrey virtually if needed along with Brennan. Brennan had immediately decided that she would stay with her children at home. Jessica and the other interns would keep the lab running on their quarantine schedule. Brennan would consult with them virtually as needed and would grade their papers, supervise their dissertations and identifications from home.

Though taking classes virtually, Christine and Hank visibly missed routine. Hank especially missed going to school and running around interacting with his friends. With nowhere to really release his energy, Christine had been on the receiving end for the past four months.

A/N: And scene... sorry to leave it on a lil cliffhanger but I promise more will be coming and what FF writer would I be if I didn’t leave cliffhangers <3

#Bones #Bones TV #bonesonfox #booth and brennan #booth and bones #bones in quarantine #Camille Saroyan #arastoo vaziri #coronavirus #bones tv one shots #booth family #fanfic #bones fanfiction

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my-adhd-gremlin-blog · 4 years

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There's a few (more) things I want to say about the last season of She-Ra. Mostly about reoccurring themes I've seen whilst scrolling through the tag (I don't mean to offend anyone, and it's just my personal opinion, but everyone is entitled to their own opinions).

So, first of all, there's just a giant floating space tree above their planet now, huh? (It's only a tiny detail compared to everything else in the season but I just find it so ridiculous 😂).

Two, I wanna boop Entrapta on the nose because she's baby and she deserves it.

Three, and here's where I'm gonna get a lil more serious. While scrolling through the tag, I saw a lot of comparisons between the last season of She-Ra and the last season of Voltron. Mostly about catradora/klance, and how She-Ra did what Voltron wouldn't. I understand that people were upset that klance wasn't endgame, I myself was pretty disappointed, and I also understand that some of these jokes should be taken with a pinch of salt. But I hate when fandoms become toxic, because it makes non-toxic fans like me very uncomfortable, because I thoroughly enjoyed Voltron despite its imperfections, and I don't like feeling invalid for liking the show. I personally liked the endings we got for BOTH shows, and ships aside, I wouldn't consider either shows to be "bad". I loved Voltron, and I loved She-Ra, and that wouldn't change even if catradora hadn't been canon and klance had. Plus, both shows gave me a cute girl with short hair to simp over (Catra and Pidge have my whole heart 🥺).

(Also, whilst we're on similarities between Voltron and She-Ra, I love that a character from each show ended up with a cute alien pet, especially because it was the angsty characters that were in need of companions that got them 😂 I'd like to think that Melog and Kosmo would friends.)

Four, again whilst scrolling through the tag, I saw some stuff about glimbow. There were some people saying it was forced, that it just kinda "happened out of nowhere", and while I half agree, half disagree, I don't think there's any reason for anyone to get worked up over it. I haven't seen any hate, and I myself don't hate the ship, or people who do/don't ship it, I just hope it doesn't cause issues in the fandom. Their relationship was a lot more ambiguous than Catra and Adora's, and I think it's fine for people to have different ideas about it. Personally, whether the ship was intended to be romantic or platonic, I still love them. And I'm not mad about anyone who DOES see them as platonic, because it's nice for the gays not to be on the receiving end of the whole "Sappho and her friend" bullshit for once (sorry, there might have been a nicer way to say that but I can't think of one). Point is, I'm hoping and begging this fandom to not argue and cause hate over this. If you think glimbow is romantic, great. If you think glimbow is platonic, also great. I quite like the idea of it being romantic, but if Noelle was to turn around and tell us that they're just friends, I'd be ok with that. Just, please be nice if someone disagrees with you.

Five, (let's lighten things up again) I would die for Wrong Hordak. He's an absolute angel and he is two precious for this world. I would also die for Lance and George. When Micah got chipped, I was so worried about Bow's dads, but then they come back all puns blazing (hehe) and just as adorable as ever. I love them all so much 🥺 (Entrapta too).

Six, my gay ass was NOT ready for that one episode in which Double Trouble came back (I can't remember which one it is or what it was called, whoops). But like, all those girls looked so good!! How did Noelle make me thirst over Perfuma, Mermista AND Scorpia all at once? Not fair! And I was super hyped about Double Trouble's return as well because I love them 😂

And lastly, I'm sorry, followers, for all the She-Ra spam/reblogging spree. I maybe should have warned that I would be posting spoilers, just in case (and I'm sorry if I did spoil it for anyone). I was excited, but I'll stop now 😂. But can I just say, season 5 was a massive victory for the gays, and I'm so happy that catradora is canon 😊

#she ra #she ra season 5 #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra spoilers #spop spoilers #spop bow #spop adora #spop entrapta #spop catra #spop glimmer #catradora #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #vld keith #vld pidge #klance

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tonyglowheart · 3 years

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This entire thing is a rant, feel free to ignore it, but I saw your post about how destiel fans can’t win in this context, and yeah. So have some rambles.

I’ve been thinking about the fact we (current spn/destiel fans) can’t win all night... I’ve seen so many people talking about how homophobic it is - and while I would very much like to argue, as every point I’ve seen made by a non-spn fan has been wrong so far, if I did everyone inside the fandom would agree and everyone outside would either call me straight or pity me for believing it’s okay.

(Cas wasn’t even sent to hell lmao. He was sent to angel death (the empty), a place he has escaped in the past. Other points, like that meta about spn has been predicting exactly this for months, that Dean ended up sobbing on the floor because he was so upset, like that death means next to nothing on spn, like that there is two episodes left, etc etc. you feel me right? I just don’t want to post wank to other spn blogs atm, we’re getting enough frustration as it is, no need to add to it.

It’s also worth pointing out that the bar is very, very low. Spn is a prominent TV show - not a Netflix show, or indie, or whatever - and it just said “main character in gay love saved the world”. [insert gif of ghostfacers dude saying that gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day here]

I just saw someone saying that spn having Naomi try to brainwash Cas out of loving dean makes spn homophobic (it is a conversion therapy parallel). My first response to that is that Naomi was the villain lmao? I guess we can’t write villains doing anything homophobic because having villains do homophobic things makes, uh - checks notes - villains look homophobic, and clearly we can’t have that.

There certainly are legitimate things to criticise spn about, but this isn’t it lol.

Also now some people are unironically trying to cancel Jensen because “his acting was homophobic, and so he’s clearly homophobic”, nevermind that he’s an actor and his character struggles with understanding his emotions (which I think he played excellently, myself. That scene had a very Dean delayed emotional response), nevermind the support he’s given to us queers in the past. Like. Idek man.

We would have been laughed at if we got no destiel, too.

It would have been worse, had the writers pulled a dumbledore. At this point I also trust the writers not to pull a GoT - they have explicitly criticised that ending in spn’s canon.

Spn’s writers did that by making the main villain of this season, Chuck / God, say GoT had a good ending. To reiterate a previous point I had: villains do bad things because they’re bad. And the bad things they do make them bad. For the people out there not still following, if someone does something in a story and it makes them a villain, that is explicitly telling you the story (and probably the writers) thinks that thing is bad. In this case, Chuck likes to write things for him, and we the audience have been shown and told that is bad.

Apparently thinking a gay confession is good in 2020 makes me straight. Seems unlikely, but whatever. Sorry for the length, I guess I went overboard, I’ve been holding it in lol. Anyway, DESTIEL IS CANON 💚💙 hope you have a good night

Helloo supernatural anon I hope you are living your best life right now. Yeah I’m like..... skeptical and leery myself but having lived through some absolute garbage discourse that is general purity wank, as well as the C/QL greater fandom here and on Twitter I find myself... much more wanting to question the “general wisdom” of things esp in terms of negativity, bc a lot of the time I find.... it’s wrong? Like so wrong. Or at least presents such an incomplete picture of the whole situation and also presents it in such a removed context that words that have meaning and are operationalized in a certain way for a reason, no longer have meaningful usage.

Anyway I don’t... know too much about the specifics of Spn but someone I follow is into it and talks a lot about the Gnostic stuff and that all was very fascinating to me, and I also have been grappling a lot with cultural Christianity bc of cmedia and the way ppl just *clenches fist* unthinkingly or uncritically slap some Christian norms on it and call it a day 😩 help I’m Tired. My thing here being... I actually got tired of the uncritical “superhell”s at some pt bc I am, in fact, incredibly exhausted with cultural Christianity, and because it does seem like, even possibly(?) without the Gnostic stuff it’s different from a “hell” or other Protestant-derived afterlife concept, and also yeah that it wasn’t seeded out of nowhere, it was set up to happen, which then... lends credence to the idea that whatever the current era of Spn is doing, the current showrunners are doing it with purpose.

And idk I just... refuse to believe the concept that ALL of the fans of Spn - esp the ones who have been following it still, or got back into it and are following it currently, are acting under delusion or are fooling themselves into liking it or thinking it’s good or whatever. I personally find that kinda infantilizing and patronizing and playing into issues of dismissing things women and/or other marginalized identities like.

Plus I find the concept that (from what I think I’ve been seeing Spn fans say) that the current era of the show is quite actively grappling with itself, its past, its legacy. to be very interesting and compelling; it hearkens back to like an old lore kind of feeling, of a thing that has grown into a nigh undefeatable monster and realizing that, also realizing that the only way to defeat itself is through grappling with its own nature and transforming and transmuting itself into something else. I personally find that more plausible and compelling than “Supernatural has been actively and continuously queerbaiting for 15 homophobic homophobic years., so right now we’re all very sorry for you because this maybe is no longer queerbaiting but it’s still homophobic and it can never be anything different ever.” I’ve been sort of tangentially aware of Spn thru the years and didn’t we agree, around the time of that in-universe play about Spn and with the lil Destiel shoutout, that Spn has come a ways as far as coming to terms with its fandom and working to treat its fans better? Why the sudden regression into “oh no, Supernatural is and forever will be homophobic and a hate crime”? 🤔

The rest under a cut bc the ask is already long and then my rambling will get longer-

But yeah I mean..... I get that the legacy of Supernatural has been certifiably Rough, but I think people also forget how different of a time 2005 was? Hell, how different of a time 2015 was, even, prior to, say, Obergefell v. Hodges. Now I’m not saying that to blanket-excuse Supernatural, but like, you look at mainstream shows from the era and... there’s a lot of shit lmao. The fact that Supernatural has existed this long seems to me like.... maybe we CAN look at how it’s developed through the years vs just insisting it is what it was 15, 10, hell, 5 years ago. Especially since, to my knowledge, there’s been showrunner changes? Which seems to me like it would... affect things? I mean honestly, I remember back when I got into Spn for a hot second because of Castiel, I remember watching panel, Q&A, etc vids thru the years, and like... I thought we agreed that... it was the fans who were going a bit far pushing the shipping question like literally ALL the time to the actors, who are not in control of the show and.... like at the time.... that could have had personal implications for them? And yes homophobia bad, and people can still be allies despite that, but again like.... I do feel like - from what I’ve seen - that these guys were NOT ready to deal with a lot of that but they’ve (okay Jensen I’m talking about Jensen here) genuinely grown and learned? Also how many years ago was the essay autograph thing that people keep trotting out, like what year was it in and what year of spn was it, and what were the prevailing opinions on LGBT issues and bisexuality then.

I’ve been seeing some murmurings of identity politicsing surrounding ppl who enjoy Supernatural, and I’m sorry that that’s happening to you, it really fucking sucks and it’s also the dumbest way to “make” or “win” an argument because it shouldn’t ever be a final determiner, just factors to consider when considering what life experiences might have informed someone else’s PoV and views as well as maybe how you can better communicate with them. Instead of it being a “weapon” or “tool” to either dismiss someone or de facto validate an argument.

Also yeah I get it that you don’t want to send discourse to spn blogs bc I imagine you guys ARE actively grappling with all the bs rn and it’s a lot. Even just from like, the stuff I see around, I’m like tired of it. I’m genuinely having more fun with ppl who are having a good time with Supernatural than the ppl who are hating on it, even in this sort of backhanded “oh we’re not clowning YOU we’re clowning the writers and showrunners who think you should be satisfied with this,” when... yeah? the people who HAVE been watching the show and therefore... know what’s up.. DO seem to be? And all this based on *fake gasp* context. And that’s where the backhandedness becomes kind of poisonous to me, because it implies that it IS bad, and that you SHOULDN’T be satisfied, but poor little you are but don’t worry, we’re not making fun of YOU for liking garbage, you’re just the hapless victim who is consuming the garbage bc... idk, whatever reasons ppl are coming up with ig.

idk man it’s 2020. Fandom isn’t activism, performative or otherwise, it’s okay to let people enjoy things even if you think they’re “objectively” bad, and like... I don’t know if people can call something bad when they’re not even working with the whole context and instead are dealing with rumor and reputation.

#supernatural cw #I tag this for ppl who I know want nothing to do with spn rn and are blacklisting and so it doesn't end up in main tag #Anonymous #asks answered #long post

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astralkoo · 5 years

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Beautifully Misfit 3

SERIES: Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 7.18k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): strong language, little kids being douchebags, angst, wetting bc Tae’s an excitable lil baby ;(, Jungkookie’s speech is still developing, Jimin being a nearsighted angel

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii, iii, iv (coming soon)

A/N; sooo someone mentioned a tag list on my last post and I’ll be starting one! let me know if you’d like to be added! thanks for reading!! and yes. taehyung has his mullet. deal with it.

You were nervous.

But the good kind of nervous.

Standing outside of Taehyung’s door with Hoseok, you felt your heart thudding in your chest.

“Tae…” Hoseok’s knuckles connected gently with the large white door, “I have someone here that would like to meet you.”

There was a quiet shuffling, and then the door was being pulled open. You swear to fuck your heart did a triple backflip at the sight of him. How had you not noticed how beautiful he was before?

He had this beautiful honey skin, free of any blemishes or flaws aside from a faint scar near the round curve of his chin and two adorable freckles, one on the tip of his nose and the other hidden beneath his dark bottom lashes. His cheeks were full and tinted by a faint pink color, matching that of his pouty lips. His eyes were these dark pools of melted chocolate, sparking faintly as he peered through his thick eyelashes. His dark slightly wavy hair was just long enough to form a slight mullet.

Now, on any other person literally in the entire universe you would probably have been repulsed. But on the boy standing in front of you—… oOooOh. It was honestly kind of unfair. The adorable set of dark ears peeking out of his locks and the fluffy tail flicking behind him only added to his precious appearance.

“Hobi!” The hybrid cheered excitedly, launching himself at your guide and wrapping him up in what looked to be a smothering hug. You’d never seen someone so excited to see someone they’d been talking to not ten minutes earlier.

Hoseok only laughed, patting the canine’s back.

“What’re ya doin’ here? I thought I was on punishment? Am I not in trouble any more? That’d be real great because I don’t quite like bein’ in trouble— who’s this?” The hyperactive hybrid’s attention was suddenly directed towards you.

“This is y/n, she asked to meet you.”

You offered a soft smile and a rather coy wave.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in what appeared to be utter disbelief, blinking slowly. “M–me? You wanted to meet me?”

“Of course I did, I saw you and you were just too adorable to resist,” you teased, giving him a lopsided smile.

Flirting was kind of a defense mechanism for you. That and cursing. And drinking. And pretending that you live in a on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere where no one can talk to you, annoy you, or distract you from doing absolutely nothing. But that last one’s just a distant fantasy.

His face blossomed a deep crimson, his ears flopping and his tail tucking between his thighs. He quickly slapped his hands over his rosy cheeks, whimpering, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” over and again to himself as he desperately fanned his face.

“D–did I say something wrong?” You murmured to Hoseok worriedly.

He only chuckled and shook his head. “No, don’t worry, Tae just isn’t used to being complimented by such pretty girls, isn’t that right, Tae?” The canine let out a sound of agreement, nodding quickly.

“You’re very pretty,” he blurted loudly, staring at you with massive shining eyes.

You laughed softly, feeling your own face between to jump up a few degrees at his bluntness. “Well, thank you, Taehyung.”

“You can call me Tae if you want! All my friends call me Tae,” his booming voice quickly quieted towards the end of his statement as a shy smile touched upon his lips. How much fucking cuter can he get, Jesus H. Christ have mercy, you silently fawned, biting at the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from lunging at him and wrapping him up in the kind of hug that would protect him from all the evil in the world and never letting go.

“Alright, Tae. My name’s y/n,” you grinned, holding yourself from spitting out the cheesy pick up line that dangled on the tip of your tongue.

“Tae do you mind if we come in?” Hoseok chimed up, gesturing towards his room.

Taehyung quickly shook his head and to your surprise grabbed your hand and eagerly began tugging you into his room.

It was small, but the cozy kind of small. There wasn’t much else beside a bed, bedside table, and a few toys scattered around. What caught your eye most were the many colorful stuffed animals piled up on his bed. It was child like and innocent, and you felt the maternal instinct in you begin to stir impatiently.

“I–it’s a little messy, I’m sorry,” he apologized, ears lowering.

“It’s fine, really! My room is ten times worse than this,” You admitted with a soft chuckle.

That much was true. Just because you had your own house didn’t mean that you were anywhere near responsible enough to keep it clean. In fact, the only time it’s actually tidy is when your aunt comes over and reprimands you for living in a pigsty and— being the clean freak that she is— cleans up the place. While yelling at you, of course.

Taehyung giggles, tail flicking behind him. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve got clothes all over the place, not to mention all of the toys,” you spoke in an exaggerated voice. That last bit about the toys might’ve been a tiny white lie. They were all still boxed up, neatly packed together in the closet of what had previously been your storage room, but would now act as a bedroom for your new hybrid.

His entire body seemed to straighten out, ears raising to their full height while his tails wagging rapidly sped up.

“Toys?” He repeated, eyes getting all wide and shiny. There was a bit of a whine to his voice, his lips beginning to tremble in excitement. You hummed, nodding slowly as a grin touched your features. “Lots of ’em?”

“Too many to count,” you chimed.

This time, the whine that reverberated in his throat was loud and desperate. His tail thumped against the outside of his thighs with each heavy swing.

“What kinds?” He pressed, practically squirming in place.

“All kinds! Sticks, stuffed animals, balls, squeaky toys—”

“Squeaky toys!” He shrieked, quite literally leaping a foot into the air. At this point, his tail was whirling around faster than helicopter blades, and his body was physically vibrating with the raw excitement coursing through his veins.

“Tae, calm down before you—” Hoseok began to warn, stepping forward quickly, eyes wide and worried. But his warning was too little too late. All at once, Taehyung froze, a pathetic whimper leaving his suddenly pouting lips as his cheeks were doused in bright shades of pink and his eyes brimmed with glistening tears.

It took a lowered glance at the slowly darkening crotch of his pants to realize what you had just witness occur.

You blinked, surprised. “Oh shit.”

Within seconds, Taehyung had broken into sobs, collapsing into a crouching position, hands tucked between his thighs in an attempt to hide his little accident from your shocked gaze.

“Tae,” Hoseok sighed, lowering himself at the wailing hybrid’s side, soothing stroking his back, “it’s okay, it was just an accident.”

But his consoling words fell on deaf ears as the puppy howled hopelessly, “s–she ha–hates me n–now! She–she’s dis–disgusted by m–m–me!” Upon hearing his words, you hurriedly shook yourself out of your state of shock and rushed to his side. Dropping to your knees, you began to quickly shake your head.

“No! No, I don’t hate you at all, Tae. I promise, I’m not upset with you in the least!”

“B–but I’m disgusting!” He insisted, words unsteady and strained between gasping cries.

“You’re not disgusting at all, please don’t think that. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have gotten you so riled up,” you cooed, hands instinctively going to cup his warm cheeks, thumbing away salty tears from his drenched skin. He whimpered, nuzzling his face into your palms and inhaling deeply. Noticing he wasn’t going to reply, you continued, “one little accident isn’t going to change the way I look at you okay? You don’t have to feel embarrassed or ashamed, I’ll never judge you.”

He was silent for a moment, his big teary eyes shimmering with hope as he stared up at you.

“P–promise?”

Oh shit, there goes your heart again doing those fuckin’ gymnastics tricks.

His voice was so meek and uncertain, yet singed with sanguine.

You could see it now.

How broken he was. The truth shone in his eyes like a god damn lighthouse.

The distrust in his mind, yet the longing to believe your words in his heart. He knew he’d be making himself vulnerable once again if he trusted you. And once he opened up his heart to you, there was no going back. You could chew him up and spit him into the gutter and he’d still come crawling back to you.

He needed you to prove to him that you weren’t going to break his heart like all the others. That you wouldn’t throw him to the curb and abandon him like those in his past. It made you angry to think that someone could be so heartless as to desert this tender hearted boy when he had put his faith into them. How could anyone have toyed with his innocent heart?

You were suddenly filled with determination. The determination to mend his broken heart. To prove to him that you weren’t like his past owners. You would never abandon him. Never bring harm to him.

In a bold gesture, you leaned forward and pressing a feathery kiss to his forehead. He whined softly, eyes fluttering at the unexpected but very welcome show of affection.

“I promise.”

“D–does this mean…” he swallowed anxiously, “you’re… adopting me?”

You paused for dramatic effect.

“Bold of you to assume there’s even the slightest chance that I wouldn’t.”

You could he was about to launch himself at you from the massive boxy grin that ripped itself across his features and how his legs shifted beneath him, but Hoseok was quick to subdue the excitable pup with a gentle shoulder hold. “Woah, lets not get over excited again, Tae. Why don’t you go get washed up and changed, alright?” Taehyung blushed, having realizing his near mistake.

“Okay! I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!” He cried out over his shoulder and he scrambled into what you assumed to be a connected bathroom, not able to calm the smile that had his round cheeks aching. You also couldn’t rid your lips of a smile as you watched him go. It was only then that you felt the thundering of your euphoric heart, and the rush of adrenaline in your veins ease up.

“Holy shit,” you whipped around to face Hoseok, “I’m adopting a hybrid.”

Hoseok snickered at your astonished expression, nodding in confirmation. “Indeed you are. You like him?”

“Like him? Are you crazy? I love him, he’s so fucking cute it’s not even funny. Not to mention a total sweetheart. He’s perfect.” You retorted, hands swinging around for emphasis.

“I’m glad you think so,” he laughed, standing up, “come on, I’ve got some paperwork you’ll need to fill out.”

“But he said to wait,” you blinked up at him as he offered you a hand, which you took and rose to your feet. You didn’t want to leave Taehyung already. But Hoseok shook his head with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry. He’ll catch up as soon as he’s done. I don’t doubt he’s already committed your scent to memory.”

You laughed in surprise, “wonderful.”

He guided you out of Taehyung’s room, and you followed despite your initial hesitation. The sooner you finished the paperwork, the sooner you’d be able to bring him home with you. And good god did you want to take him home with you as soon as humanly possible.

“There are probably a few things you should know about Taehyung,” he cleared his throat, glancing over at you as you made your way down the hallway. You gave him your full attention, nodding for him to continue. “First of all, accidents like that aren’t too uncommon for him. He has a tendency to have accidents when he gets too excited or scared, just as a forewarning. That doesn’t… affect your decision… does it?”

“Of course not! Everyone has their little quirks,” you reassured with a dismissive wave. He let out a breath of relief before continuing.

“Secondly, I might’ve mentioned earlier that he’s been in and out of homes since he was little. Nine to be exact.” Your eyes widened. He’s been in nine homes? And not a one of them stuck? “None of them could handle him properly. And several were abusive.”

“No.” You breathed in horror, feeling a knot for in the pit of your stomach. But Hoseok only nodded solemnly. “I would have never guessed with how upbeat he is.”

“I was surprised, too. But the truth is in his scars. I think he has tried to block that part of his life out instead of facing it. But sometimes, it can all come back to him in an instant. He’s had several panic attacks while in our care, and a few while in homes. He once bit the man who adopted him during one of his fits, bad enough that he had to get stitches.” He explained carefully.

“Does he have specific triggers?”

“I know of a few. Cigarettes, fire, chains, certain words and names can get him sometimes as well. There should be more information in his file.”

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t that you were second guessing this adoption, not in the least. But you were scared. How could you not be? What if you accidentally triggered a panic attack? What if he hurt himself? What if he hurt you? What if—

“What can I do?” You asked, “if he has a panic attack, what can I do?”

“Help him to breathe properly, that’s most important. He would most likely start hyperventilating and you’ll have to guide him. Reassure him that you’re there. His stuffed animals calm him down pretty quick, too. Just don’t smother him, don’t try to hug him or grab him in any way because he will lash out. Doing that would just make him feel cornered.” You nodded, taking in the information as thoroughly as you could, muttering to yourself to make notes of everything he just said.

“Hopefully, if you’re careful and understanding and good to him, you won’t have to worry about one occurring. He’ll be okay. It’s scary, but I can tell you’ll be able to handle it.”

You cocked a brow. “How can you tell?”

He smiled lightly to himself, simply shrugging with a knowing glint in his eyes. You narrowed your own eyes at him, but just as you were about to question him further, something like a brick wall slammed into you.

“What the fuck—!” you cursed loudly as the air was knocked from your lungs, sending you stumbling backwards. But whatever had rammed into your chest swiftly maneuvered itself behind you, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.

“Jeon Jungkook! Get back here this instant you mutant bunny!” A furious Latina came storming into the hall, soaked from head to toe, with what looked to be soap suds in her dark wavy hair. Her tan face was flushed with an angry crimson, lips pulled into a snarl that had even you cowering under her glare. You felt a harsh tug at the back of your shirt then sent you stumbling into something large, firm, and warm.

There was the unmistakable sound of growling and snorting by your ear. Okay. What the fuck is happening.

“Ms. Navarro, what happened?” Hoseok gasped at her disheveled state.

“That rabbit happened!” She sneered, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Raising your brows, you pointed a finger first at your own chest (receiving a deadpan look from the woman) before throwing a thumb over your shoulder at whatever was making low grunting noises in your ear.

“What’d he do this time?” Hoseok sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I was trying to get him to take his stupid bath because he’s beginning to stink up the place and he threw me into the tub, fully dressed!” She hissed, before beginning to spew out livid profanities in a Spanish.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok groaned, shooting a disapproving look in the rabbit’s direction, “why would you do that to Ms. Navarro? She was only trying to help you.”

“Bath bad. Don’t want it.” He hissed, the grip he had on the back of you shirt tightening, effectively drawing you even closer to him.

Shit, was it bad that this is the most intimate you’ve been with a guy in a hot minute? You almost snorted out loud at the thought, but stifled it in fear of being reprimanded by the short, yet admittedly terrifying woman standing before you.

“No, bath good for stinky bunnies like you,” She retorted sharply, hands curling into tight fists as the rabbit hybrid stuck his tongue out tauntingly before ducking down behind you. “Why you little—” Hoseok was quick to jump in as she began to storm over to where you stood, effectively scaring the piss out of you.

“Ms. Navarro, why don’t you let me deal with Jungkook, okay? You know how he can get. You can go dry off and get into some new clothes, is that alright?” His voice was like the calm in a hurricane, and the fury seemed to melt from her features within seconds.

She gave a short nod of agreement, shooting one last look of disdain in Jungkook’s direction before turning and stomping off, muttering something about giving him a right whooping with her chancla. When she vanished from sight, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, body deflating.

Placing your palm flat against your chest and feeling the thunderous beating of your heart, you turned to Hoseok with wide eyes. “Well wasn’t she just a ball of sunshine and rainbows.”

He let out a laugh. “That was Ms. Navarro. She’s like the mother figure around here, always keeping everyone in their place. She can be very sweet, believe it or not.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” you grinned playfully. You heard a soft chuckle from behind you, and it was only then that you recalled that there was a bunny hybrid latched onto the back of your shirt. Swiveling your head around, you cocked a curious brow in his direction.

You don’t know exactly what you were expecting him to look like, but it sure as hell wasn’t a large, muscular boy with a face that bore an incredible resemblance to his animalistic half and two proud, brown ears sprouting from his messy dark locks of hair.

“God damn,” you muttered to yourself. His ears twitched in recognition of your words, head tilting adorably in confusion. “Jungkook the mutant bunny, I presume?”

He nodded, staring into your soul with big black sparkling eyes.

“Not much of a talker, huh?”

He nodded, blinking slowly.

“Ah, Jungkookie don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Hoseok spoke up, giving the hybrid a look stare.

The bunny stood up straight all of a sudden, hand shooting out in front of him as a look of determination graced his features. “Name Jeon Kookie, twenty year old, rex bunny. Nice meet.”

You stared at him blankly, pondering if it would be possible to fit him in your pocket and bring him home with you right then and there.

Jesus fuck he was adorable.

When you realized he was still waiting for you to shaking his hand, you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kookie. My name’s Y/n,” you smiled up at him, gently sliding your hand into his. It was warm but rough, knuckles covered in scabs and bruises. “Jeez, how’d you get these, huh?”

“Jungkookie can be a little clumsy at times, can’t you, bud?” Hoseok chuckled with a fond shake of his head.

“Kookie plays rough.” The bunny hummed honestly, tapping the back of his hand.

You snorted, “yeah, I can see that— whaaat are you doing.”

The hybrid had unexpectedly leaned forward as you were speaking, getting incredibly close to your face. Close enough that the tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours. Speaking of his nose– it was twitching in a ridiculously bunny–like manner, lips puckering in concentration as his brows furrowed.

“Smells nice. Kookie like.”

“Jungkook, what have I told you about sniffing strangers.” Hoseok scolded him like mother scolded her child for snagging a piece of candy from a convenience store without paying.

The large bunny turned to Hoseok with a faint pout on his lips. “Might not like.”

“That’s right, so you have to ask first.”

Jungkook stared at you unblinkingly, ears twitching forward, “can Kookie sniff?”

Your eyes flashed over the Hoseok, and he must’ve easily picked up on the uncertainty in your eyes. “Smelling helps him determine if you are a potential friend, and assures him that you aren’t a threat. It’s more of a comfort thing for Jungkook, he feels more at ease around people once he knows their scent,” he explained softly, while the bunny awaited your response.

“Uh— I, um… sure, I suppose?” You managed through your confusion, clearing your throat as your voice cracked.

Despite having given him your permission to sniff you— you still yelped in surprise as he buried his nose in the crook of you neck, inhaling deeply. A deep groan vibrated on your skin, making your entire body go rigid, eyes all but popping out of their sockets. Scratch what you said earlier. This was by far the most intimate encounter you’ve had with a man in the past few months– er, years, but who’s counting?

A loud gasp snapped your mind right out of the gutter, your wide eyes easily spotting where it had come from. Taehyung stood at the end of the hall, absolute horror shining in his eyes at the scene laid out before him.

“No! Shoo, bunny! Mine, she’s my owner,” Taehyung shrieked, waving his arms around while rushing to your side and frantically trying to shoo the rabbit off.

The bunny blinked at the puppy hybrid before a cheeky smile graced his features and he turned to you, possessively wrapping his arms around your neck and tugging you into his large body.

“Kookie’s.”

“No! Bad bunny, she already said she’s adopting me, you can’t have her,” Taehyung whined loudly, glaring hard at the larger hybrid.

“Kookie’s.”

“Oh my god.” Your words were strained as the bunny squeezed you hard enough to have your ribcage constricting. Any tighter and he’d pop something out of place.

“Y/n! Tell him! You’re taking me home, not him, you said so!” Taehyung insisted, trying to reach you, only to be bumped to the side as Jungkook maneuvered his body to block the other hybrid.

“Kookie’s now.”

A forlorn howl erupted from Taehyung’s throat, his head tossing back as his knees crumpled beneath him.

You desperately looked towards Hoseok for help, having absolutely no clue what to do in the current situation. Your first time in a hybrid shelter and you’ve managed to break an innocent puppy’s heart and nearly get crushed to death by a gigantic rabbit hybrid.

“Jungkook, Taehyung, that’s enough! You are obviously overwhelming her, please show some consideration,” Hoseok voice boomed in the hallway as he scolded the two hybrids, “Jungkook, let go of her immediately. Taehyung, get off the floor.”

The bunny slowly let his arms drop, taking a sheepish step away from you. Taehyung bit his lip in embarrassment as he pushed himself up, shuffling on his feet. You were surprised at how easily they complied to Hoseok’s demand, especially having seen how Jungkook acting around Ms. Navarro. They must really respect him. Or were mildly terrified of him. Either or seemed fathomable.

“Thank you. Now please go to the common area for a little while and allow y/n to make a decision without you two hounding her and making it more stressful than it already is.”

Taehyung let out a weak protesting whine, only to slump in defeat at the pointed look he received from Hoseok. As both disappeared down the hall, you turned to look at Hoseok, distraught and confused. “What in the actual fucking hell just happened?”

He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, “well… you see… it would seem that Jungkook has also taking a liking to you.”

“So?”

“So… he wants you to adopt him as well.”

Holy mother of shitness.

Two hybrids? Wanted you to adopt them? You? Why? You’re probably— scratch that, definitely the least qualified person in this entire building to be owning two hybrids. So how the fuck did this happen?

“What do I do?” You asked, desperation seeping into your words.

“Well, you can either choose one…” you had a presentiment of the or that was about to come from his mouth, “or…,” there it is, “you could adopt both.”

“B–both?” You sputtered, damn near choking on air at the suggestion. You owning two hybrids? You owning two hybrids… a puppy and a bunny… they would definitely make the house feel a lot less lonely, that’s for sure. And wasn’t that why you wanted a hybrid in the first place? To rid yourself of the empty, cold feeling of isolation? “Shit, am I crazy for considering it?”

He shrugged, with a quiet chuckle, “only a little. They’re both great hybrids. Both with their… quirks.”

“What’s Jungkook’s deal?” You found yourself curious to learn more about the odd hybrid.

“Jungkook has been here for a two years, just about. His original owners adopted him as a toddler and neglected to teach him basic language skills that young hybrids usually receive from the online courses. He was initially dropped off here because they hadn’t expected him to get so big. It is unusual for a bunny hybrid to reach his height and weight. And he just hasn’t been adopted since. When people are looking for rabbit hybrids, the majority are looking for something small and cute and cuddly. He’s just… not what they’d expect.”

You frowned. “Why are people so shitty.”

“I ask myself that everyday! Working here comes with its perks, but it also makes you realize just how messed up some people are.”

You unfortunately didn’t doubt that for a moment.

Getting one hybrid was a big enough change in and of itself, but two? Could you handle it? Probably not. Would you end up losing your mind before the age of thirty? Most likely. Were you crazy enough to do it anyway?

Yes. Yes you were.

“Alright. I’ve made my decision,” you clapped your hands together loudly, grinning up at Hoseok.

“Already?” He blinked in surprise at how quickly you were able to make up your mind.

“Yup!”

“Who?”

“Both.”

“B–both?” He sputtered in disbelief that you’d actually listened to him, expression mirroring the one you had work earlier. Snickering softly, you nodded. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle it? Taking on two hybrids is a big responsibility. Especially hybrids like Jungkook and Taehyung.”

“Are you trying to dissuade me, Jung Hoseok?”

“No! No, not at all! I just don’t want you to take both home, then realize that you’re not able to handle both of them and end up bringing one or both of them back—” Hoseok let out a yelp of surprise as you took an abrupt step towards him, staring him dead in the eyes.

“I would never do that to either of them. I’m mature enough to know what I can and cannot handle. And if I knew I wouldn’t be able to love those boys the way they deserve to be love then I wouldn’t even be considering taking them in. I’m not some ignorant kid looking for a play thing to enjoy them throw away when I get bored. Like you said earlier… I’m looking for a family. And something about those boys tells me that they’re the perfect fit.”

“Ding, Ding, Ding! Right answer.” He grinned, patting you on the shoulder before smoothly stepping around you and trotting down the hall, “now let’s go adopt you some hybrids.”

You scoffed in amused disbelief upon realizing that that entire little conversation was a set up. “Clever, Jung Hoseok. Real clever,” you chuckled, trailing behind him. He guided you back to the front desk, grabbing all of the paperwork that needed to be filled out in order for the hybrids to legally become yours. The entire way, you couldn’t shake the smile so big that it was making your cheeks ache.

This was crazy, absolutely crazy. Adopting two of the cutest hybrids you’d ever seen in your life in one day… you were definitely questioning your own sanity. But Namjoon said that he’d always be there to help when you needed it. It wasn’t like you were going into this alone, which you were more than just grateful for.

You wondered about every possible thing that came to mind as you filled out the paperwork, page by page, reading over every line with scrutinizing eyes. Most of it was just legal stuff, who would be their vet and such. You’d already gone over most of it with Namjoon in the nights prior to actually coming here so it wasn’t difficult to recall.

Somewhere between the lines you heard a commotion. A group of three teenaged boys (couldn’t be more than thirteen years old) had walked into the shelter, laughing loudly and shoving one another. But their rowdiness quieted as they caught both your and Hoseok’s suspecting gazes, smiling innocently and waving. You got a bad vibe from them, but you tried to focus on finishing the paperwork as Hoseok (begrudgingly) asked what he could help them with.

After another ten some minutes, you reached the last page, brows raising as you read over the last line.

Hybrid’s signature of approval, it read. A faint smile touched your lips.

Hoseok, who’d returned from showing the group to where the hybrids were, must’ve seen the look on your face because he tapped the desk, drawing your attention back to him. “Ready?” You jumped out of your seat, nodding rapidly. He smiled happily at your enthusiasm, nodding towards the door, “let’s go get ‘em.”

By the time you reached the familiar door, your body was buzzing with excitement. All the hybrids had to do was write their signature of approval and they’d be yours.

But unfortunately, they weren’t the first people to catch your attention when the door swung open. In fact, it was the same group of boys as earlier, huddled together in a corner, jeering at a cowering hybrid who was weakly begging them to stop.

“Yah! Get away from him immediately.”

Oooh, Hoseok was maaaad.

The kind of mad where every vein in his neck and forehead was bulging and his face was slowly shifting into fifty shades of red. He stormed over to the group, who now seemed frozen in place at being caught in the act, you following close at his heel. He gathered them up by the backs of their shirts, sharply admonishing them.

“How dare you come in here, into their home, and harass them. How dare you think it’s the least bit acceptable to treat anyone with such disrespect. What will your mothers think about this?” He snarled, glaring eyes jumping from one boy to the next, committing their faces to memory.

“Please don’t call my mom!” One cried out as he dragged them away.

As Hoseok guided the boys out of the room, your eyes flickered back towards the boy. He was crouched against the wall, head tucked into his knees, arms hugging himself with whatever strength remained in his small form. Every few seconds, his body would quiver with what you guessed to be silent sobs. The sight was enough to have your heart shattering into a trillion tiny shards.

Before your mind could ration with your body, your feet were carrying you over to where he sat.

Quietly, you fell to your knees in front of him. He didn’t lift his head, but you knew that he was aware of your presence from the way his small black ears twitched forward, angling themselves attentively in your direction.

“Hello,” you uttered softly, as not to scare him. He was obviously already shaken and deeply upset by what had just occurred and you had no intention of worsening that feeling. When he failed to reply, you continued in that same gentle voice, “are you alright?”

The hybrid scoffed into his arms in disbelief.

You smiled weakly, “stupid question?” He only hummed. “I’m sorry… I’m not great at the whole consoling thing. Kids like that are inconsiderate assholes. Whatever they did or said— don’t believe it, they only want a reaction.”

“But it’s true,” The sharpness of his words caught you off guard, muffled but rigid with hurt and anger, “everything they said was true.”

“What’d they say, hun?” You coaxed carefully, tempted to reach out and touch his hand but knowing that may be crossing a line. He shook his head, burying his face further into the fabric of his sleeves. Sighing, you scooted closer to him, “It’s alright, you can tell me.”

His ears fluttered, as he rolled his neck just enough that he could peek up at you from the corner of his eye, squinting in attempt to get a clear view of your face. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke again.

“They said… that nobody will ever want to adopt me… because I’m just a disgusting smelly animal… and—“ his voice croaked, “and they made fun of my tail.”

Instinctively you tried to glance behind him. But it seemed he’d tucked his tail safely out of sight of prying eyes as the only parts you could make out were soft looking tufts of black.

“Do you mind if I see your tail?”

He went rigid at the request, still feeling the painful aftershocks of insecurity stinging at his heart. He didn’t want to be judged. He didn’t want anyone else to think of him as a disgusting animal, something to be ashamed of. His body language easily portrayed this uncertainty.

But he took the chance nonetheless. Nestling his head down again to prevent himself from seeing your reaction, he rocked forward, his tail smoothly uncurling. The telltale snowy white stripes, split cleanly down the middle by a thick stream of black instantly gave away exactly what species the boy was. Silence followed, and it had him wanting to start balling all over again. But little did he know you weren’t gawking in disgust like so many others had, rather admiring.

“If my opinion counts for anything,” your voice, the soft genuineness of it surprised him, “I think your tail is very pretty. You should be proud of it.”

He didn’t say anything. And you guessed that was the end of your conversation. Saddened, you were about to stand when a small, nearly inaudible mumble came from hybrid.

“What was that?”

He took a deep breath, and lifted his head. You had to suck in a deep breath and hold it to keep yourself from squealing out loud at just how lovely he was. The sweetest brown eyes, wide and glossy and heavily lidded, a pair of the most beautiful lips you’d ever laid eyes on, along with the most squish-able cheeks imaginable; he was utterly breathtaking.

“You really… think it’s pretty?”

A smile touched your lips. “I think it’s beautiful. I think you are beautiful.”

A warm, pink blush illuminated his cheeks. “I’m not beautiful,” he quickly shook his head, but his ears were peeled forward, searching for more praise.

“You’re right, you’re not beautiful,” his face fell, tail dropping, “because beautiful isn’t a strong enough to describe you. You’re gorgeous, stunning, magnificent, ethereal!” He laughed loudly –a bubbly sound that was ridiculously contagious–, pressing his face into the palms of his hands once again. Only this time it wasn’t in shame or humiliation.

“That’s ridiculous…” he giggled.

“It’s the truth!” You insisted, once again tossing your hands around for emphasis. You giggled together, the smile alighting his features one of the prettiest you’d ever seen, and you quickly realized you’d do just about anything to see him smiling like that again.

Ah, shit. Here we go again.

“My name’s Y/n,” you introduced yourself for the fourth time that day, biting back a wide smile as his cheeks tinted pink.

“Jimin…” dear god even his name was pretty.

“Jimin,” you asked softly, “how would you feel about possibly—”

A low whine cut your question short. Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled up to you, the puppy latching onto your arm while the bunny pushed his nose against your cheek, sniffing and nuzzling affectionately.

“I missed you, y/n!” Taehyung whimpered, looking up at you with big shining eyes and a delicate pout. Jungkook hummed in agreement, not bothering to remove his nose from your skin.

“I just saw you,” you giggled, reaching up and gently ruffling his hair. He sighed, pushing into your pets and allowing his eyes to flutter.

“I know, but I still missed you.”

“Choose?” Jungkook impatiently interjected.

“Yes, I did choose.” You nodded, feeling Taehyung tense up at your side, his grip of your tightening tenfold. Jungkook’s ears perked, eyes going wide as he stared at you expectantly. “I chose both of you.”

“B–both of us?” Taehyung reiterated quietly, “you’re taking both of us home with you?”

“Is… is that alright?”

You suddenly began to feel worried. You’d forgotten to ask them how they would feel living with one another. What if they didn’t want to be one of two hybrids, what if they wanted to be your one and only?

But all concerns were thrown out the window as Taehyung tackled you to the floor with a hug, yipping ecstatically while lathering your face in slobbery licks. You bellowed out laughs as the needy bunny hybrid quickly squirmed his way into the embrace, making soft grinding sounds with his teeth. “Kookie come, too?”

“Kookie come, too,” you confirmed, unable to control the grin that conquered your lips.

The bunny made a noise that prominently resembled that of a cat’s purr, eyes wrinkling at the corners as he smiled contently. You had almost lost yourself in the comfort and warmth the two large bodies of the hybrids were providing you with when you remembered the third sitting not a few feet away. You immediately sat back up, gently nudging the puppy and bunny away from you.

Jimin remained in the same spot, only now he looked deeply disheartened, tail and ears drooping, eyes downcast, lips twisted into a soft frown.

There was absolutely no way in hell that you could leave him here.

What was one more hybrid, huh? How much damage could the adorable little guy really do?

And at this point— fuck it.

“Jimin, would you like to come home with me— with us?”

He seemed taken off guard by the question, blinking rapidly before his face when hard. “I don’t need your pity.” He spat, quickly facing away from you. But you’d already seen the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“It’s not pity. I want you to be part of my family, Jimin.”

“It’ll be fun, Jiminie!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, scrambling over to the skunk hybrid with wide eyes and a wagging tail, “we can play all the time! And– and cuddle! And y/n is real nice; really really nice! We’ll have a home Jiminie! Like we’ve always wanted.”

You guessed the two must be friends from the affection way the hyper puppy nuzzled against the smaller boy affectionately and he didn’t flinch away. “Home…” Jimin murmured softly, with a hint of a smile, “that doesn’t sound so bad, I guess.”

At that very moment, Hoseok came bounding back into the room, immediately making a beeline to where you sat with the hybrids, “Jimin, are you alright? I can’t believe the audacity of kids now a days! Don’t worry, I made sure that they’ll never step foot in this facility again— did I… miss something?”

“I was just asking Jimin if he would like to come home with Jungkook, Taehyung, and I,” you explained with a brief side glance in the skunk hybrid’s direction. He was gnawing at his thick bottom lip, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Hoseok looked at you with wide eyes, as if silently asking ‘anotha one?’ to which you smartly replied with, “go big or go home!”

“In that case, it’s up to Jiminie,” he squatted down beside Jungkook, ruffling the bunny’s hair and smiling softly, “would you like to be adopted by her?”

“Could you–” he cleared his throat as a humming red filtered into his cheeks, “come a little closer? I can’t see very well… and I–I’d like to see your face.”

You cooed softly, heart fluttering at his bashful confession before complying, leaning closer to him. He mirrored you, straining his neck and rapidly blinking his chocolate eyes. Your faces were inches away when suddenly his eyes popped open wide, his entire face becoming a throbbing crimson and he quickly ducked back into himself, curling his tail around his legs.

Shit, were you that hideous that you scared him back into the fetal position?

“A–are you good?” You coughed uncertainly. He nodded rapidly, still hiding his face.

“She’s real pretty right? Like an angel!” Taehyung gleefully squealed, nudging the flustered skunk. Your mouth open and shut quickly, on the verge of objecting when Jimin squeaked weakly, murmuring a shy agreement.

“V–very pretty…”

Queue your blushing cheeks and inability to take a compliment. “Okay, enough of that!” You shot a lighthearted glare in a grinning Taehyung’s direction.

“Jimin come?” Jungkook spoke up, blinking at you with an adorable tilt of his head. Your gaze shifted back to Jimin hopefully. He paused, glancing between the four of you before slowly nodding his head.

“I… I want you to adopt me.”

Taehyung let out a squeal of excitement, launching himself at Jimin as you smiled widely. Jungkook once again weaseled himself into the embrace, large body effectively shielding Jimin’s tiny form from view.

You felt a gentle hand come down on your shoulder, looking over to see an amused Hoseok holding out a slip of paper. It had his number on it and a funny looking winking face. “Good luck with that bunch. Text me if you ever need any help, one hybrid can be handful enough, but three?” He whistled, and you swatted him away with a playful glare. Giggling, he backed off, sending one last fond glance at the cuddling hybrids. “You’ve got this. I believe in you.”

Yeah... you were in for a wild ride.

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synchronmurmurs · 4 years

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Credo Headcanons

So because I’m always thinking about my boy, here are some Credo headcanons that absolutely nobody asked for, but I am providing anyway because I am always thinking about my boy 🤣 I made a post for him a couple of months ago already, but I wanna see what else I can cook up for him. 🤔

He loves the ocean. Whether it’s just observing it, or being on it, he loves everything about it. How calm it can be, but also how powerful it can be too. The windows of both his room at home and his office face the ocean.

Seguing off that, sometimes when work is a bit too much (and faithful Assistant isn’t around to automatically whip up some tea for him), he opens the window to his office at the HQ and just... listens to the ocean. There have been some long nights where he’s honest to god fallen asleep at his desk to the gentle rolling of the waves.

I mentioned this for like two seconds when I wrote Saviour, but yes, he feeds birds from his window too. He always keeps a lil’ satchel of bird seed stashed in one of his desk drawers. He has regular visitors. 😌 They aren’t named, he’s not that soft, but he knows which is which.

Can cook really damn well. Like jesus christ the man can cook. To his credit, he was forced to learn after his parents died and he suddenly had two kids to look after, and he was AWFUL in the beginning. But at some point, it stopped being a task, something that he had to do, and became a hobby.

He collects cook books as a result. He doesn’t really have the time to mess around with them much these days, but whenever he does have a spot of free time at home, he’s thumbing through them. The really worn ones are his faves, obviously, and for the most part, he has most of the goodies in there memorised. He misses it, honestly. But lol what can you do.

That’s about the extent of his domestic skills though. Sorry, can’t have them all; cooking is the only one he actually liked doing. Never ask him to press anybody’s clothes. Don’t ask why. Just don’t do it.

Whenever Nero is oversleeping (or falling asleep anywhere), Credo whips out his Captain Voice and barks out his name. That usually does the trick.

Can sleep standing up. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.

Terrible with children. He’s too stiff and formal to properly be able to mingle. Where Vergil would eventually ease into it, Credo just can’t do it. If he were alive to see Vergil, he’d just be like “???? I don’t get it how do you do it what do you mean you just talk to them???”

Speaking of that blue dweeb: if they ever got the chance to meet, they would have gotten along incredibly well. They’re both very prim and proper, both have a strong connection to Nero, and... are both stoic stupidheads who are secretly soft and I adore both of them 😭😭💖

Can’t take the heat. In all possible meanings of the word.

Has a couple of scars left over from his pre-Ascension days. After he obtained his Angelo form, he did gain the ability to heal, but nowhere near as well as the Sparda lads. Flesh wounds and non-fatal injuries heal much faster than the norm, but... well. We all know how DMC4 goes. 😔

His ears in his Angelo form as expressive as heck. They will droop when he’s upset. His feathers will also ruffle.

His Angelo form molts. A lot. SO MUCH. SO MANY FEATHERS...

#devil may cry #dmc #credo #sync headcanons #I'm allowed to indulge on my boy!!!! 😤#maybe I'll make some nasty HCs later too....

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kassaunjra · 3 years

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🍀 || ROLEPLAYING RULES AND GUIDELINES

🍀 [About the Mun] 🍀

• Hi and hello, I'm Rosaiel but you can call me Rosa for short! My main blog is Rosaiel; it's mostly for posting my art and reblogging stuff in general.

• I'm a 25-year-old digital artist who's technically a veteran roleplayer, as I have been making characters and roleplaying since my wee middle school years!

• I sort of took a couple years off from roleplaying due to some really bad experiences on a roleplaying website that with stay anonymous for now. However, I'm trying to get back into the swing of roleplaying as I genuinely miss it, so please bare with me!

• I'm non-selective for the most part; so long as you give me a little something to work with, then we're good to go!

• I usually try to match what you write, but sometimes I go overboard! I just really like to write; if I end up writing ten paragraphs, you by NO MEANS have to match that! Go to your own pace; contrary to popular belief, I will NOT be upset if you don't write the same anount as I do! xD

• If you don't want to roleplay and would much prefer to send asks instead, go for it!!! I love asks that delve into character development to be honest. I love thinking about my characters and asks often help me develop my characters in ways I never would have thought of myself. 👀

• I love reading tags??? Seriously some of y'all put some really interesting and funny comments in the tags. Keep 'em coming my funky lil' dudes!

• I also love talking to folks OOC (Out of Character)! If you want to send me an ask that's OOC just to talk, go right ahead! Just make sure you clearly mark it as OOC so I don't mistake it for an in-character reaction.

• Most of the artwork you'll see on this blog is mine; if it's not, it's either reblogged from another artist or it was a commission that I had permission to post here!

• I'm very friendly but also very shy, so if you want to roleplay, it might be easier if you approach me first. Sorry about that.

🍀 [ Roleplaying Rules ] 🍀

I know, I know. No one likes rules, but given the bad experiences I've had in the past, I need to lay down some rules.

• First of all, no hate. What-so-ever. I don't care if you don't like me, my character(s), someone I roleplay with, a character I interact with, or if there's oc x canon content on my blog; hate will NOT be tolerated. Also there's nothing wrong with oc x canon; y'all just want to normalize bullying through silly, trivial things. :)

• I have anonymous asks on currently. If people abuse this and harass me or make me feel uncomfortable through it, anon asks WILL be turned off permanently. No exceptions.

• If I follow your blog on my main account, that means I want to roleplay with you at some point! I'm just very shy. ;; I am open to roleplaying with both RDR OCs and Non-Fandom OCs! I love AUs and fully welcome them as well! I am Crossover friendly, and Multi-ship friendly as well! 🍀

• Do not rush me to reply. I understand being excited about a roleplay and wanting it to continue asap, but please understand that I suffer from severe depression and some days, I just don't wanna reply. I will get to it when I get to it. I promise. ❤ If you have any concerns about if I got your reply, if I'm still interested in the roleplay, or just want to check in, that's a-okay! I understand that Tumblr can sometimes be fickle and doesn't always send notifications, so I'm okay with folks checking in! All I'm asking is for y'all to not be forceful, pushy, or demanding. I've dealt with this before in the past and it is not a nice feeling. :(

• I sometimes drop roleplays because I am a poophead and I'm either feeling the Big Sad, I genuinely forgot, or because I just sometimes lose interest/don't know how to continue the plot. If you want us to continue a roleplay I dropped, let me know! I'll try my hardest to pick it back up! ;v; If I can't, I'll tell you. ❤

• Upon our first roleplay, please assume that our characters have not met, even if you've seen me interact with another version of your character on someone else's blog; I treat each roleplaying blog as their own character, so if I have not interacted with your blog before, then it's to be assumed that our characters have not met! Unless we have previously discussed this matter, of course. xD

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chim-chimchii · 5 years

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Only One (Tae)

Genre: angst with a fluff ending

Warnings: just a lil angsty

Requested: Yes by @strugglingartistno16-2

Note: Sorry it took me so long to write! I kind of changed it up a bit, so I hope you don’t mind. Also, I’m sorry it’s so long! (The gif doesn’t want to work btw and that makes me sad)

Feedback is always appreciated and Requests are open!

.......

You sat at your desk, examining the business notes you were preparing for your upcoming meeting when a notification from Dispatch popped up from Twitter.

You scoffed, "Let's see whose relationship they're going to ruin now."

As the page loaded, never in a million years, did you think your relationship was going to be the one they were ruining. But there was Taehyung, your boyfriend, with an alleged girl from a rookie group backstage at their Japanese concert.

"Kim Taehyung of BTS seen with a mystery female idol after his Japanese concert. What about Y/n? Have they broken up?"

Your chest tightened as you searched the photos for any evidence of it not being Tae, but the longer you stared at the pictures, the more your heart broke. Your phone began to vibrate, indicating someone was trying to call you. You declined the call without looking at the caller I.D, you didn't want to speak to anyone about this since it was all still new and hurt like hell, and you especially didn't want to talk to Taehyung. Seconds later, after declining the other call, another one came in, and sure enough, it was Tae. You didn’t answer that one either; instead, you closed all the tabs and shut your laptop.

The bed smelled of Tae's favorite cologne, but you still crawled into your side of the bed. All you wanted to do was sleep and hopefully wake up in the morning, and this would have all been a bad dream but, the questions and thoughts that were swimming through your head were making it impossible to fall asleep. Had Tae fallen out of love with you? How long had he been cheating on you with this girl? Did you do something for him to stray away from you? Was the distance too much? The questions kept coming, but there was no answer to any of them.

As much as it hurt you to do so, you reached for Tae's pillow and held it close to your chest and eventually fell asleep.

. . .

The pounding in your head woke you up early the next morning, and unfortunately, the events from the night before were real and not a nightmare. Rolling over onto your back, you tried to open your swollen eyes but found that to be quiet hard, thanks to the bright sun shining through the curtains. You scanned around the room, and your eyes landed on your phone, which lay silent on your desk.

You wondered how many missed calls and texts you had waiting for you to respond to about the whole dating scandal. Even though you didn't want to, you still got up from the bed and went over to turn it on and face everything head-on. Your sadness had now dissolved into anger. Tae was making you look like a fool to both of your families, his fans, your friends, everyone. Your hands shook as you held your phone and watched it come to life.

Tae: Y/n, I'm sorry. Please don't believe anything that Dispatch posts.

Tae: You know I would NEVER cheat on you, you're my one and only.

Tae: Please answer my calls.

Tae: Y/n?

Tae: I love you, and I hope you believe that. Everything was a misunderstanding, and if you would just answer my calls, I could explain everything to you. I hate being so far away from you when stuff like this happens.

Tae: Goodnight, my love.

. . .

"So, you haven't called him back or texted him?" Your coworker, Somin, asked. She was one of the only people that you felt okay talking to.

You shook your head.

"I know I should let him explain, but my heart hurts. Even if it's not true, I'm embarrassed. Everyone knows about our relationship, and if it is true, our images will be ruined."

You hid your face in your hands to stop yourself from crying. "I just wish it never happened."

Somin patted your back sympathetically.

“If it is true, it’s his reputation that will be damaged, not yours.”

You sniffled and balled your fists.

“I’m so upset, but mostly mad now. How can you promise to never hurt someone and just do it anyway? And how can a girl willingly date someone who is already in a relationship?”

Somin continued to rub your back. “Y/n, I’m sorry this is happening to you. I’m going to go get you some coffee and breakfast. Just try not to think about it, okay? I know that’s easier said than done, but just try.”

You let out an exasperated sigh and nodded.

“Okay. Thank you so much, Somin.”

She gave you a small smile and left. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You took your laptop from your desk and swiveled your chair to face the window behind you. You needed to prepare for that meeting no matter how hard it was to focus, it needed to be done.

You were so engulfed in the business notes, you hardly noticed the door of your office opening and the approaching footsteps. It was the presence of someone standing behind you that made you pause your typing.

“Somin? Are you back already? That was quick.” You turned your chair around, expecting to see your friend, but instead, you were met with the intense stare of Tae’s eyes.

Tae's hair was messy, and his eyes were swollen from crying and the lack of sleep.

"What're you doing here?" You questioned.

"You wouldn't answer my calls or texts. You wouldn't answer anyone so, I was worried." He replied, running his fingers through his hair.

"You were worried? You didn't seem too worried about me when you were with that girl." You retorted with a scoff.

Tae was silent for a moment. "Those pictures were taken out of context, and you would know that if you would have just answered my calls. I could have explained everything." He spoke through gritted teeth. You were both equally frustrated.

"I didn't want to hear excuses for what you did." You looked over the top of your laptop and saw that his jaw was now clenched.

"I get that you're upset about everything, but can't you just believe me? I came all the way from Japan to see you."

"I didn't ask you to do that!" Your voice was rising in volume.

"Just stop! You don't even know what happened, yet, you're going to believe that I cheated on you because of some account that is known for ruining relationships said I did?" His voice was so loud that when he stopped, your ears were ringing. It was after he yelled that you noticed your office door was open, and everyone in the office had heard everything.

"You made me look like a fool in front of our friends and family and your fans. And now you're making me look like a fool in front of my coworkers."

Tae turned around, and immediately, everyone dispersed, acting like they weren't just eavesdropping.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. When you finally decide to listen to me, I'll be at the dorm until tomorrow night."

. . .

As the day continued after the argument, there wasn't a moment where you didn't think about it. Somin came back minutes after Tae had left. She was wearing a confused expression when she entered your office.

"Why is it so quiet around here?" She placed the bag of food and a cup of coffee on your desk.

"Tae came to talk to me." You stated. She choked on her coffee.

"What? I thought he was on tour in Japan?"

You shrugged and absentmindedly dug through the bag.

"Somin, If someone was cheating, would they fly to where ever their significant other was to confront them?" You asked.

Somin shook her head. "No. I feel like they would be too ashamed to even face them." She opened her mouth to say something else but stopped herself.

"What?" You inquired. She sat forward in her chair.

"Y/n. If Tae came all this way to talk to you, I don't think that the scandal is real."

You stared at her and nodded in agreement.

"I'm starting to think that too." A tear slipped down your cheek. You couldn't believe that you were acting so hardheaded.

“I should have let him explain.” You mumbled guiltily more to yourself, but Somin heard.

"You can fix it. You both love each other. Sometimes things happen that cloud our better judgment. It's not too late to talk to him."

Somin hugged you. You cried into her shoulder and questioned your behavior. How could you treat Tae like that without hearing him out first? You were acting like a total brat.

"I should go."

Somin held you away from her by your shoulders.

"I'll finish the preparations for the meeting."

You sniffled. "Thank you."

. . .

The dorm was quiet when you entered as you expected it to be since the rest of the members were back in Japan. Tae's luggage was still by the door, and his jacket and bags were thrown haphazardly on the floor. You kicked off your shoes and made your way to his room. You could hear him talking on the phone the closer you got.

"Have we filed a report against Dispatch? Those photos were taken out of context. It's defamation to mine and Y/n's and Sieun's character."

Tae had his head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. He hadn't noticed you had entered the room.

"Please just tell me we can put an end to this. Everyone involved is going to get burned from this. Please, just do something." He slipped his phone into his pocket and lifted his head from the wall with a sigh.

You cleared your throat, which made Tae flinch in surprise.

"Y/n? How long have you been here?" He had a hand over his heart as if to stop it from coming out of his chest.

"I just got here." You fumbled with the sleeves of your (Tae's) jacket.

"Tae, I'm sorry I didn't listen to what you had to say. I was just so hurt at the thought that you could actually do that to me." Your voice cracked; tears fell freely, which, you tried to wipe away, but with the amount that kept falling, it was no use.

“I let my emotions cloud my better judgment. The article just came out of nowhere, and I didn’t know what to think. I thought I couldn't trust you.”

Tae pulled you into his chest and held you close as you sobbed into his chest. He couldn’t help but shed a tear too.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry I let this all happen." He rubbed your back. "Can you tell me what happened?" You pulled away from his chest and looked up at him. He nodded and pulled you back into his chest.

"Sieun used to be a trainee at Bighit when they had female trainees. She was like my little sister. Well, her group was doing promotions in Japan for their Japanese album, and her group came to our concert. After the concert, everyone left without her."

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Why did they leave Sieun behind."

"Sieun's group isn't under the greatest company. They favor individual members over the others."

He drew his head back to look at you. "I'm sure you can guess which company I'm talking about."

Of course, you knew which company he was talking about.

"So of course, she was upset, and she's still underage so, I couldn't let her just go back to her hotel alone. I talked to my manager, and we decided to give her a ride back to her hotel since it was on our way back to our hotel." He explained further.

"And that's where Dispatch got their pictures from." You stated. Tae nodded.

"Yeah. All of this happened just because I wanted to help Sieun get back to her hotel safely." Tae rested his chin on top of your head.

"I should have trusted you, Tae. I'm sorry."

His hands cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. There were tears still sliding down your cheeks, which he wiped away with the pad of his thumbs.

"I forgive you, and I want you to know I would never break my promise."

Your mind went blank, staring in his intense eyes. "What promise? You've made so many and kept all of them.

"My promise to never stop loving you and only you."

Your cheeks felt hot.

"I love you so much." You wrapped your arms around his torso tighter. Not wanting him to let him go ever. He held you just as close.

“Come with us on the last leg of the tour with us. With me."

You didn’t even need time to think. Everything in your life at the moment seemed irrelevant.

“Okay.”

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lilhwahwa · 5 years

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ATEEZ Reaction/Mini scenario: S/O falling asleep on the couch waiting for them.

REQUESTED

a/n yo I’ve been sick, 5 assignments to finished, 3 tests. Sorry for the delays. and for this being shit

(this post is made from my personal opinions and may not be match to the real life feelings of the requested artist)

Hongjoong

It happened just a mere second after your eyes gave up as you fell into dreamland, right there on your couch, snacks all made up in front of you on your coffee table. When Hongjoong finally came home, three hours later than he expected, he was met with a sight that made his world stop for a moment. He wasn’t sure wether to feel all giddy inside from you being so cute or guilty because he was late to your movie night.

Your breathing told him you weren’t in deep sleep yet, but it was already getting later and he didn’t want to wake you up, so he went and cleaned up, letting you rest before coming back and waking you up with some kisses and gentle strokes to your cheek, an apologetic look on his face.

“Let’s go to bed” he’d whisper softly.

Seonghwa

He wasn’t sure when he was coming back so he didn’t promise anything, you assumed it would be late and got permission from the staffs to enter the guys’ dorm to cook something nice for them, most importantly your boyfriend Seonghwa, who had been kept busy with fan meetings and performances everyday. “Late”, was later than you thought as you sat on the couch, the slight scent of the kimchi stew and grilled meat faint, but there to remind you that it existed.

When the boys came home, Seonghwa entering last as he was on his phone trying to text you good night, he was shocked to hear gasps around him and the boys suddenly all energetic calling out to him to tell him you were there, but kind of, asleep. He wouldn’t have the heart to wake you up, but he wouldn’t leave you either, so he’d somehow compromise himself to fit with you on the couch, grabbing a blanket. You'd shift slightly into him and his chest as he’d press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Yunho

This whole week was filled with exams, it had put you through your maximum as the hours of sleep disappeared faster and faster, at this point you only had five hours of sleep, every two days.

After school though you had decided to buy some snacks and bring them to Yunho’s practise room, the staff advised you to wait in a separate room to “not distract him”, you obliged and went into a small and empty practise room, the first thing you had spotted, a couch, the brown material was so inviting and you couldn’t reject the idea of just sitting down on it, or maybe lying down, but only until Yunho was done. Time flew and you found yourself drifting off to sleep. When Yunho was finally told you were there, he rushed to greet you, only to find you gently breathing with your mouth opened and eyes closed. He, like the others, didn’t have the heart to wake you up, picking you up bridal style and carring you to the dorms, where he put you down on his bed and carefully observed you like a treasure, before falling asleep happily with you beside him.

Yeosang

It was your first anniversary, Yeosang was going to be back from abroad just in time and decided that it would be perfect to celebrate your anniversary and his home coming. You cooked up his favourite foods, making sure to set the table in the kitchen nicely and put a lighter to light some candles later, setting a romantic mood. You finished cooking and cleaning faster than you planned and decided a nap wouldn’t hurt as you went into your living to watch some random movie playing. What you didn't expect was your eyelids to become heavy as the warm scent of food and TV-background calmed you down until you fell asleep, on the couch.

On the other side Yeosang was panicking, his flight was delayed and he would come home even later, his phone wouldn’t allow him to call without wifi and he felt like his day was ruined, and he was about to ruin yours too. When he finally arrived home, at 2 am, his heart was bleeding from guilt, which didn’t get better when he saw the food and you, his love, sleeping on the couch probably asleep as you waited for him so late. He sat on his knees beside your head on the floor and admired you, whispering about how sorry he was and caressing your head before going to put the food in the fridge for tomorrow’s day.

San

(I already have something similar for San so I switched this one up a lil, you can find it here)

Of course San felt bad, he couldn’t see you this whole week, as you finally sat together in your bed watching a cartoon, you could help but to fall asleep. You were on San’s chest, his scent and warmth lulled you to sleep, his heart beating calmly as your matched his. He couldn’t miss this opportunity though, the goofy San jumped out and went to unlock his phone going into the snow app.

You had never let San take pictures of you a lot, and his phone was kind of girlfriend material empty. He put on different filters and started shoving the camera in your face to snap pictures, in that process somewhere, he really had time to look a you, to have time to observe you, to be with you. His heart was warm and at home as he pushed you harder into his chest, hugging you like a pillow.

Mingi

You had popped some popcorn and made your bed comfortable as you waited for your boyfriend, who you knew would be tired and needed time to relax after this busy week, so what better than a movie and popcorn on his free day off? Well the company had called him in to record a few lines, but it took more time than he expected.

What was supposed to happen at 6pm, turned more into 12am as you sat on your bed, on your phone. You knew he’d gone in to record but no more updates ever made their way to your screen. You were getting both frustrated and worried.

You finally had enough and let the sleep take over you as the movie you were supposed to watch played in the background. When Mingi finally came home, rushing to find you and finding you asleep on the fluffy bed, a bowl of popcorn on his side of the bed he felt guilt flood over him. He was too embarrassed to wake you up and apologize, also worried that you were tired. Next morning he made sure to try cook you a breakfast.

Wooyoung

The sun made its way back into the bed below the horizon, yet you were nowhere close to yours. Over the last few hours you had gotten your apartment ready before your boyfriend came over, cleaning and ordering pizza takeout. You hadn’t seen each other all week and he promised to spend some quality time with you, only he was actually late, the hard working man was kept in the practise room without clocks for a reason, if he didn’t know the time, he’d never stop, good for work, bad for him, and you.

When finally the company was closing for night, did he realise his mistake of forgetting time. His phone was on silent mode the whole time too, missing the dozen missed texts and calls from you. He cursed himself out, knowing at this hour you’d be sleeping. Which you were, on the couch, curled into a ball as the pizza sat untouched in front of you on the coffee table. When he came back with flowers in his arms as an apology only to see you asleep, he'd get very upset and sad at himself, not only was he busy this whole week and not met you once, he missed the evening you had prepared for you and him. He carried you too bed, surprisingly not waking you up during the process. The next morning he’d try to cook breakfast, like Mingi. (he gave up and you ate leftover pizza btw)

Jongho

Jongho was beyond angry. The tone of his voice didn’t match the song, he got cursed out by the manager and he lost his sunglasses. (lol that’s random) He called you to warn you that he’d be home late and not to wake up for him, the minute he started talking you knew something had happened, but asking him right now, would only make him snap at you, which you didn’t want.

“Just come home when you can” you said softly as he hung up. You wanted to lighten the mood by making some small treats for him to eat to get his frustrations out ApPLe pie.

But his arrival was more delayed than you had planned, the kitchen didn’t take away your boredom for too long as it came back and made you watch a movie, on the couch, where of course you fell asleep.

When Jongho came back, the leftover anger still radiation off him, disappeared as he watched you sleep, the apartment smelled sweet and comfortable, he was finally able to relax, smiling to himself at the thought of being loved enough for someone to do this for him. Next morning when you woke up, you had a sweet breakfast together ;). (eating nothing more)

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