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lvnatiq · 3 years

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you.

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?” Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most.

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

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I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 years

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Have I Ever Told You I Love You? | Urushihara Hanzo x Streamer!Reader (Part 1)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and idk if you can call this angst

Word: 1270

During his short stint in the small apartment with two other guys, Lucifer managed to find his own little world in his laptop. While it wasn't capable of running the games he wanted he was able to enjoy them vicariously through various streamers.

His favorite streamer was a pink-haired girl from California. He came across her stream late day when he was scrolling through Stitch (Twitch). He knew a little English from the research he'd done for Maou and Ashiya, it was rough, but through some Foogle Translate, he managed.

The first time he made her laugh through a badly translated off-handed comment, he knew he was done for. He would do literally do anything to hear her laugh like that again.

She wasn't a super popular streamer but had a loyal following that made a tight-knit community. It wasn't hard for him to start a conversation with her, and so a friendship began.

A handful of months later, the short interactions turned into late night text sessions, and he went to as many streams of her's as he could.

"What in the world are you watching?" Ashiya asked him one day.

"None of your business!" He growled.

"I think it's that girl he likes," Maou said through a mouthful of noodles.

"What are you talking about?!" He yelled, "Why would I like some human? She's just good at gaming!"

Oh, but he liked her. He liked her a lot.

One night he got a notification that she was live, which was odd cause it was almost 3 am where she lived.

The title of the stream was "I'm drunk and wanna play games!" He chuckled to himself and opened her stream.

She was sat at her normal streaming setup, but her face was flushed and hair messy.

She had 'Golf With Your Friends' up, one of the few games his crappy laptop could play. He then got a text from her that said 'Join us' with the room password and a little purple heart.

He quickly pulled the stream up on his phone and loaded the game, wasting no time getting into the room.

With his phone propped up next to him, he saw her face break into a big grin.

"Angel boy!" She smiled, his username was FallenAngelxxx, but she thought it was cute when he got flustered when she called him 'Angel Boy'. "I'll send you the link to the Biscord server voice call."

He never even thought to make a Biscord account, so he quickly set it up, claiming the name Angel_Boyxxx.

"Angel boy, you there?" She asked when he joined the call. They hadn't voice called before and she was almost anxious to finally hear his voice.

"Yeah, I'm here." He said thankful Maou and Ashiya were out for the night. After he started watching her, he used what little magic power he had left to help him learn the monstrosity that is English.

"Hey," She breathed before someone else in the call made a vomiting noise. "Shut it, Pat!"

"You guys ready to start?" Wade laughed.

As the night went on, she kept a constant state of drunk causing giggles and stupid comments.

"Hey, Angel," She said an hour or so into their play session, as the others were AFK for a few minutes, "Have I ever told you I love you?"

He froze mid-practice shot, causing him to miss what he was aiming at completely.

"I love you so much," She giggled.

"What's with him?" A voice said behind him as a door shut. "Urushihara? Why's your face so red?"

She gasped excitedly, "Who's that, Angel?"

"He's not sick is he?" Another voice said, "Jeeze we can't afford a hospital visit right now."

"I-I-" He covered his mouth with his hand, his face bright red. "Why now?"

He moved awkwardly and his headphones came unplugged.

"Angel? You okay?" Her voice sounded almost concerned through the haze of alcohol. "Angel?"

"Who's that?" Maou asked, looking at the screen quizzically.

"Are you playing those damned video games aga-" Ashiya started.

"It's no one!" Lucifer rushed, slamming the laptop shut, cutting off another 'Angel'.

He grabbed his handheld game and sat in the corner, trying to hide his blush behind his hair.

The other two men shrugged and started talking about the next day's plans.

About five minutes later, Lucifer's phone began to ring. He managed to snatch it before Ashiya grabbed it.

"Were you about to answer my phone?!" He nearly screeched, "Can a guy get any privacy around here?!"

"As your superior, I need to know you're not talking to any undesirables," Ashiya argued.

"You mean like you old farts?" He hissed, before stepping into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

The phone had stopped ringing when he went to finally answered and he slouched against the wall, head hung low.

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He was so embarrassed that it took him two weeks to go back to another stream or even answer any of her texts. He barely even went near his precious computer and Maou and Ashiya were even slightly concerned.

She was busy in-game and missed his meek little 'hi' in chat, he sighed and cradled his head on his arms on the desk, eyes staring at the screen.

When she paused to read chat, someone told her he was there, even going as far as to ping him.

Her eyes lit up as she asked, "You still here Angel Boy?"

He put a purple heart emoji in the chat and she smiled.

"Where you been? I- we've missed you," She said as she went back to the game.

FallenAngelxxx: Who missed me?

He couldn't help but tease her about her little slip-up.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his chat, "Shut up."

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For the next three weeks, they texted every day, he was so distracted he even stopped ordering stuff. Until one day she never texted him her usual 'Good Morning Angel.' In fact, she never texted him at all that day and he was beyond worried. Sure she'd missed a couple of texts before, but nothing like this. He scrolled through their last conversation, wondering if he'd said something to make her mad.

Ashiya watched him get more and more worried, "That girl you like not talking to you?"

"No, she's not," Lucifer muttered from his place in the corner, just loud enough for Ashiya to hear. He was anxiously playing his handheld to take his mind off it.

"Well, you probably did something in your own brand of stupid to upset her-" His roommate was cut off by a discord call on his computer.

Lucifer scrambled to his computer, leaving his game unpaused on the floor.

He glanced at the time as he answered the call, it was past 2 am for her.

"His Majesty will be back soon, must you take a call instead of-"

"I'll get to it later!"

She chuckled as he tried to get his roommate off his back.

"Hey Angel," She smiled, and his heart stuttered in his chest.

"H-hey, where've you been all day? I... I was almost worried." He lied.

"I-heh... Just a super busy day, I guess."

"You sound tired," He commented, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Don't wanna," She whined sleepily, "Help me stay up?"

"Okay, you wanna play a game or something?" He scrolled through his Solar library for something to play.

"Uh-uh, too tired," She yawned and he nearly 'aww'd, "Let's just talk for a while."

"Y-yeah, okay." The other line went real quiet, "You still with me?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm here," Her small sleepy voice was doing things to his heart.

"So," She yawned, "How was your day?"

"Boring," He scoffed.

"Tell me all about it," She said, "I wanna know every detail."

"Every detail?"

"Yep. What did you do? What did you eat? What stupid thing did your roommate yell at you for? Did you play anything fun? I want to know all of it."

"Heh, I uh..." He had no idea what to say, he definitely wasn't telling her he spent the whole day freaking out, "You know, I just played some stupid game on my handheld and slept. Ashiya was out most of the day, so he really only got on my case a few minutes ago."

"That's it?" She almost sounded disappointed.

"Yeah, just another boring day." He shrugged. There was a knock on her side and he could hear her adjust.

"Ah, that'd be room service," She groaned as she got up, "Be back in a mo."

"What? Roomservice?! Where in the Hell are you?"

"What's up with you?" Maou asked right next to him, causing him to jump and let to a small yell.

"What the Hell, man?! I didn't even hear you come in!" He shouted, "You can't just scare people like that!"

"Who can't scare what now?" SHe asked through a mouthful of food.

"No not you- It's just- It's nothing Maou just scared me is all." He stammered.

"Oh. HI ANGEL'S ROOMMATE!" she yelled loud enough that Maou could hear it through the headphones, making Urushihara yank them off his head.

"Uh... Hi, Urushihara's girlfriend?" Maou answered unsurely.

"Wha- She! Sh-sh-She isn't my girlfriend!" Lucifer argued, putting his headphones back on to hear her bubbly laughter.

"I'm not?" She giggled, "Well maybe I should be since everyone already thinks it."

His face flushed bright red as he stared at the screen. "W-w... Really?"

"Yeah, the guys make fun of me for it all the time. They even said that I told you I loved you on stream once, ridiculous, right?"

"A-actually..." He trailed off. "You kind of... did. I was there."

It was quiet again.

"N-no one clipped it?" She said in disbelief. Someone had actually clipped it, and he had it on his phone. Every once and a while, he would play it and his heart would do somersaults.

"Well, no taking it back now," She chuckled. "Guess the cat's outa the bag."

His jaw dropped.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Ashiya teased and Lucifer threw a magazine at him. "That was uncalled for!"

Lucifer grabbed his laptop and stormed out to the hallway.

With the door closed, he set his computer on the washer.

"You love me?" He asked, trying not to sound completely desperate, unaware of Maou and Ashiya's ears pressed against the door.

"Of course I do Angel."

"Wow..." He felt like crying he was so happy. "Me too- I mean! No, I- shit... You don't even know what I look like."

"Well... What are you doing in two days?"

"What? Uh, my roommates are dragging me to some stupid work thing, why?"

"Can you get out of it?" She asked hopefully.

"Unlikely," He frowned, "Ashiya is dead set on getting me out of the house and won't let me out of his sight."

"Oh... Ok." Great, now she was sleepy and sad.

"What was your idea? Maybe we can reschedule?" He suggested.

"I'm only in Japan for the next three days, so I don't think it'll work."

"YOU'RE IN JAPAN?!" He yelled, "Like, right now?!"

"Good Hanzo, do you mind keeping it down?" Suzino asked from her doorway, "Some of us are trying to enjoy a quiet evening."

He waved her off and went back to questioning the girl.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Didn't know till a couple days ago myself. I thought I'd surprise you." She told him shyly. "The guys had an extra spot on their panel at some convention and invited me."

"Scrw what Ashiya wants, where's the con?"

"It's at the-" There was a loud bang outside the building, the lights went out and he lost internet connection.

"No... No! NO!" he gripped the side of his computer and begged her to tell him.

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starshine583 · 5 years

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New Friends Ch. 18

Ch.1 / Ch. 17 / Ch.19

(Chapter 18! This one’s gonna be a roller coaster!)

Felix was distraught to say the least. Marinette was the sweetest, kindest, gentlest person he knew, and if she was akumatized?

Well, the world might as well end right now.

Felix knew he should transform and help stop her- the screaming crowds assured him of that -but all he could focus on was finding Agreste and making him pay.

His hands clenched into fists, Ladybug’s earrings digging into his palms.

Yes, he was the one responsible for this. Lila may have been the one to lay the groundwork, but Adrien’s the one who pushed Marinette over the edge.

And now he was going to get what he deserved.

Despite the growing chaos, the blonde wasn’t hard to find. He was creeping past the panicking students, most likely for a place to hide.

Typical. Felix thought bitterly. Of course he’d try to avoid the consequences of his actions.

“Agreste!” Felix spat, prowling in the model’s direction.

Adrien froze like a deer in the headlights, turning to Felix with a horrified expression. They both knew what he was there for.

“Felix, I really don’t have time-”

Felix cut him off by grabbing his collar and shoving him up against the wall. Screams and crashes surrounded them, but it was nothing compared to the fury roaring inside Felix’s chest. Adrien hurt Marinette- one of the most precious people in the world -so much that she became akumatized. He put her down and defended a liar and a bully, and he wanted to talk about not having time?

“I don’t care what you have time for.” Felix ground out. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?!”

He was livid, even more so that Adrien didn’t seem to care. All he cared about was himself. As usual.

Adrien cowered beneath his glare, hands coming up to struggle out of Felix’s grasp. “I-I know, Felix, I know. I’m trying to fix it, but you have to let me go. I can-”

“BUT YOU CAN’T!” Felix snarled. Lies. Empty, pathetic excuses to get out of the mess he’d put himself in.

Another crash and a fresh series of screams rang through the school.

Felix glanced in the direction of the commotion, desperation and fear briefly washing over him.

“You can’t do anything.” He nearly whispered, letting Adrien’s collar slip out of his hands as he cast his gaze to the floor.

Marinette was an akuma, probably doing things he knew she’d regret later.

Ladybug’s earrings were heavy in his hands.

Out of everyone she knew, she’d trusted this sacred magic to him. Twice, in fact. He couldn’t let her down by wasting his energy on some brainless fool who didn’t deserve to look her way in the first place.

So, with a last scowl towards his cousin, Felix took off again, back towards the bathrooms.

“Wayzz!” He panted once he was safely hidden from prying eyes.

The green kwami zipped to his side, along with another red one.

“You need to use the Ladybug miraculous, or else you won’t be able to purify Marinette’s akuma!” Tikki said urgently, hovering above the earrings.

Felix frowned. “I don’t have my ears pierced.”

As if on queue, the spotted earrings in his hands began glowing. When the light faded, it revealed a pair of clip on earrings instead.

“Huh.. okay, so what about Wayzz?” He asked next, clipping on the earrings and hoping they stay put during battle.

“If I remember correctly,” Wayzz cut in just then, “You can use more than one miraculous at the same time.”

Felix raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking to Tikki for confirmation.

The kwami nodded, an encouraging look in her eyes. Ladybug was out, and Chat Noir wasn’t stable as of late. They needed all the help they could get.

With a final nod, Felix closed his eyes and said the magic words. “Wayzz, shell on, and Tikki, spots on!”

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Alya idly scrolled through her phone as she waited for class to start. Lila was retelling her story about going to the zoo with Prince Ali to Rose, who wanted every detail. Adrien hadn’t come into class yet. Marinette and Felix seemed to be late as well, which was odd- for Felix, not Marinette. And Nino-

She spared a glance towards the desk behind her, where Nino sat next to Mylene with a sour expression. He’d stomped his way into class a few minutes ago, spitefully making a point to not sit in the seat next to Adrien. She tried to ask him what happened, but he just shook his head and put on his headphones- a simple sign he didn’t feel like talking at the moment.

The bell finally rang, but Adrien, Marinette, and Felix still weren’t there.

“Good morning Class. Today we’re going to review-”

Mlle. Bustier didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before a large crash sent the classroom door flying off its hinges and across the room. Half the class screamed, while the other half dove for cover.

Alya was the select few to remain in her seat, swiftly pulling up the camera on her phone.

“Well!” A voice cooed, and a girl sauntered into the room. She had a deep purple dress that hung just above her knees. The pitch black spots littering the dress brought out her black, half-sleeved leather jacket. Fishnet, fingerless gloves trailed her arms, and matching pantyhose adorned her legs, leading from her dress to her dark purple, lace-up boots with heels sharp enough to kill a man.

“It seems I’ve caught you all in one place.” She grinned, revealing her uncannily sharp teeth. “How convenient.”

Alya swallowed, suddenly overcome with a paralyzing sense of dread. “M-Marinette?”

The outfit was so out of her range of style that Alya wouldn’t have recognized her had it not been for the signature ponytails. The only difference was that her pigtails were made of small daggers instead of hair, though her bangs were the same.

The figure’s smile fell, slowly turning to face Alya.

The reporter nearly dropped her phone from shock.

Black. Marinette’s eyes were an inky black that almost seemed to swallow you whole. Purple tears smeared her cheeks, similar to paint.

“You may call me Miss Fortune.” The akuma- because what else could it be? -sneered, taking a purple and black handbag from around her shoulders. “On second thought, just don’t call me.”

Miss Fortune used the strap of the handbag to swing it in the air, vaguely reminding Alya of Ladybug with her yo-yo.

A few brave students ran for the door, but she used the makeshift yo-yo to grab the door and throw it back into the wall, effectively blocking any attempt of escape.

Alya realized too late that she should have taken cover as well, because Miss Fortune swung the purse forward, letting it wrap around Alya’s neck until the open handbag was tied securely to the reporter’s mouth.

“You want to call me a bully, tell me all my gracious gifts to you were simply manipulative tactics and nothing more? That’s fine with me, but if my gifts meant so little to you, I want them back.”

Alya felt the ropes around her neck tighten slightly, and she gagged.

Miss Fortune inched forward, her devious smile returning. “Tell me, Alya, all the things I’ve done for you that you took for granted.”

She choked and gasped, clawing at the string as different events tumbled out of her mouth, her meeting with Ladybug, Marinette’s free babysitting, her and Nino getting together. It felt as if she were being hollowed from the inside out, each word taking some of her hope and happiness from Marinette’s good deeds with it.

Her chest was starting to feel numb when the sound of shattering glass rang out and someone tackled the akuma to the ground.

Alya gasped, yanking the purse off her neck with shaky hands. Nino rushed to her side, throwing away the offending item.

The two looked for their savior, expecting to see Ladybug or Chat Noir.

Instead, they saw a green-clad heroine facing off Miss Fortune with a round, turtle-shell shield. Nino, of course, recognized it immediately.

“That’s the other Carapace!” He said out of shock.

The hero gave him an irritated glance. “I have a name. It’s Bouclier.”

Alya scrambled for her phone despite her current condition. She wanted all the information on the new hero she could get. Besides, this was no ordinary Carapace- or Bouclier -from the looks of it. She knew for a fact that Nino’s costume only had green and yellow colors, but this one has Carapace and Ladybug colors. While most of the suit was green, the hood was black, along with the knee and elbow pads. The spaces around the pads were bright red, as well as the torso which was usually a light green. The inside of his shell shield was red and spotted, and Alya noticed not one, but two yo-yos hanging around his waist.

A quick glance to his wrist and ears confirmed that he was indeed wearing both the Ladybug and Turtle miraculous. What a huge scoop!

“Bouclier. I knew you’d come for me.” Miss Fortune glared, getting to her feet and carefully dusting off her dress.

Bouclier held his ground, shield ready but yo-yos still on his waist untouched. “Marinette, don’t do this.”

An emotionless laugh came from her black lips. “What’s the matter? I thought this was what you wanted. To get back at the class.”

Her expression softened, and she took a step towards him with an extended hand. “Stop this nonsense, and join me. We don’t have to fight.”

Alya furrowed her eyebrows when Bouclier tensed. The way she spoke to him.. Did they know each other? Was he actually considering her offer?

Before Bouclier could respond, the classroom door was kicked in for the second time that day, knocking Bouclier and Miss Fortune to the ground.

Chat Noir jumped inside, baton spinning in his hands as he scanned the room for the threat.

“Great timing.” Bouclier said sarcastically from underneath the akuma.

“Where’s Ladybug?” Chat asked, ignoring Bouclier’s comment.

Miss Fortune hissed, pushing herself off of Bouclier and lunging forward to grab her purse.

“I’m afraid Ladybug’s out of commission right now.” She snipped, spinning her purse again.

Chat’s eyes widened, turning to Bouclier. “What does she mean-”

It was then the Cat noticed Bouclier’s earrings.

“Wait, are those-”

“Focus on the akuma.” Bouclier cut him off, finally taking the yo-yos from his waist.

Alya watched as the two charged at each other. Miss Fortune aimed for Bouclier’s neck, and he ducked, sliding underneath her and standing on the other side. He then used both yo-yos to grab her by the waist and fling her out the window.

“What are you doing!” Chat yelled, oddly panicked as he raced to the window.

“Creating distance.” Bouclier grunted, hooking the yo-yos to his side again. “We need to get her away from the class.”

With that, the turtle-themed hero left the classroom, and Chat reluctantly followed after him.

Alya stopped the video, knowing she didn’t have enough strength to go after the three. She could only hope they stopped Marinette in time.

~~~~~~

Bouclier ignored the burning in his lungs as he chased Miss Fortune across the rooftops. After her threw her out of the classroom, she started running around the city, probably to tire them before striking.

It was working.

“We’re never gonna catch up with her this way.” Chat huffed, lagging behind a bit.

“What other choice do we have?” Bouclier called back.

Miss Fortune abruptly stopped on one of the rooftops, nearly causing Bouclier to run into her.

Chat wasn’t so lucky, full on tripping into the akuma. She used his momentum to flip him over and off of the roof.

Bouclier swiftly took out his yo-yos, grabbing onto the string with each one. He then yanked as hard as could, breaking the strap and catching the purse when it flew into the air.

He waited for the akuma, waited for the dark power to melt off of Miss Fortune and bring back Marinette, but nothing happened.

A cackle came from Miss Fortune, and he looked up just in time to see her spin and kick him in the stomach.

Bouclier grunted when he hit the rooftop, watching her pick up the broken purse.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” She grinned, pulling the purse completely in half. Still no akuma. Instead, the purse turned into two yo-yos.

He scoffed in annoyance, scrambling to his feet and grabbing his own yo-yos. The akuma was definitely in her purse, but how was he going to get it if he couldn’t break it?

A faint groan caught his attention. Chat Noir. His cataclysm ability. That could work.

Miss Fortune tisked towards his defensive stance, idly swinging both halves of her purse as she strolled forward.

“It doesn’t have to be this way. We can fight together. Take down Hawkmoth, take care of Lila and the others. We’ll be unstoppable.”

Bouclier winced at the repeated offer. It was certainly tempting, if he was being honest. But this...

He met her eyes, hollow, devoid of the light that once shone so brightly.

This was not Marinette. This was not the person who’d befriended him in spite of his stiff attitude. The one who lit up his life with a simple smile. The one so kind and compassionate that she would do anything for anyone, whether they deserved it or not.

The one he’d fallen so deeply in love with.

“I’m sorry.”

He truly was.

“But I can’t stand by you this time.”

Miss Fortune frowned, genuine disappointment crossing her features for just a moment. Then she shook her head and sighed.

“If you’re sure you won’t change your mind.”

Her yo-yos swung forward, wrapping around Bouclier’s arms and chest so he couldn’t move. He struggled against the hold, helpless as she walked forward to grab his earrings.

“Looks like I’m on my own. Again.”

Bouclier gave her a sad smile. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“Chat Noir!”

Miss Fortune’s eyes widened.

“Cataclysm!” The cat-themed hero cried, grabbing the strings between her and Bouclier.

The purse disintegrated instantly, a black akuma rising from the dust. Bouclier swiftly caught the akuma, and ran to Marinette’s side.

He barely let the magic wash off her body before scooping her up and heading in the direction of her house. She’s going to want time to recover.

~~~~~~

Marinette awoke to the rush of wind in her ears and a pair of arms wrapped around her. She cracked an eye open to see passing rooftops. Where was she? Who was carrying her? The last thing she remembered was ranting to Felix in the bathroom. Then everything went fuzzy…

She gasped.

Had she been akumatized? What happened to Felix? How much damage did she cause? Were they able to fix her in time?

“It’s alright. You’re safe now.” A familiar voice said softly, their grip on her tightening slightly.

Her gaze snapped upwards, coming face to face with Bouclier.

“Felix.” She breathed. He was okay. Thank goodness he was okay.

He glanced down at her with a small smile that made her stomach flip.

“I’m taking you home. The school won’t mind your absence after what just happened.” Bouclier informed gently, stopping on what Marinette recognized as her balcony.

She nodded. Some time to herself sounded nice. She had a lot to think about. However..

“Will you stay with me?”

Some company also sounded nice, especially some time with Felix. She just realized she loved him, after all. Gosh, how was she going to tell him? How does one plan for these sort of things?

Felix tensed, abruptly setting her down. “I can’t. I need to get back to school.”

The answer was short, almost panicked, though she couldn’t place why.

“Oh. okay.” She faltered, pushing back the disappointment. “Will I see you later then?”

The blonde shook his head. “No, I.. My mom has something planned tonight.”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. Excuses? Why wouldn’t he just talk to her?

“Felix-”

He cut her off, taking off the earrings- she vaguely noticed the red and black leave his costume -and handing them to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was gone before she could even blink.

The ravenette frowned. What was that?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash of light and a cheery voice.

“Marinette!” Tikki cried, snuggling into her holder’s cheek.

Marinette giggled, lightly cupping her kwami in a small hug.

“I’m sorry I caused so much trouble.”

Tikki shook her head. “Not at all! I’m just glad you’re back.”

Marinette smiled, tilting her head to put on the earrings. “Thanks. Let’s go talk to Maman and Papa. I’m sure they were worried too.”

~~~~~~

Adrien sat down in seat, still rubbing his jaw from yesterday. Marinette was lucky he was such a good friend or else he might’ve gone to the principal's office to report her behavior.

“Can you believe it?” Alya said eagerly from behind him. “A hero using two miraculous? And a new hero at that!”

He bit back a growl. Ladybug missed the fight against Marinette’s akuma yesterday. That alone wouldn’t be so bad had she not entrusted her miraculous to a stranger. Chat Noir’s been on the team way longer than Bouclier! How could she give it to him instead? Did their partnership mean nothing to her?

“That’s so cool, Alya!” Rose chirped, cheerful as always. “What was his name again?”

“I think it was ‘Nuclear’.” Alix answered.

“Bouclier.” Nino corrected.

Adrien winced, hyper aware of the fact that his best friend wasn’t sitting next to him anymore. They hadn’t spoken since their argument yesterday. Even Plagg’s started getting snippy with him. Why did everyone act like he was the enemy here? They were the ones causing all of the problems! He just wanted to keep the peace, for all of them to be friends again. Was that too much to ask?

Alya waved off the comments. “Either way, he’s got to be the one responsible for all of those shields in the other battles. I wonder why Ladybug gave him her miraculous. I hope she’s okay.”

Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Of course she’s okay. It’s Ladybug. She probably took a day off or something.”

A day off? Adrien almost laughed. His Lady was much too obsessed with professionalism to do such a thing.

“Would Ladybug do that?” Kim asked, as if he were reading Adrien’s thoughts.

“No. She wouldn’t.” Alya answered in Ladybug’s stead, throwing Chloe a pointed glare.

Chloe only hummed. “Well, she should. Goodness knows she could use one.”

Adrien nodded in agreement. They could both use a break, possibly together, under candle light, with no Bouclier in sight.

The chatter died down a little when Marinette and Felix walked into the classroom. Both glared at him as they passed.

Adrien looked away, mostly because of Felix. He’d never seen his cousin get so angry before. If it hadn’t been for the akuma, Adrien had a feeling Felix would’ve done a lot more than grab his shirt.

“Ladybug will come back soon, and I hope she can tell us more about Bouclier when she does.” Alya grinned, watching the video on her phone for the fifth time that morning.

Adrien inwardly groaned. That makes one of us.

~~~~~~

Marinette absently stabbed her food with her fork. Not only did Felix stiffly reject her invitation to hang out yesterday, he also refused today when she asked if he was eating lunch with them. He didn’t talk to her during class either, despite her efforts. Or even look at her really. Why was he avoiding her? Did she do something wrong?

“Are you gonna eat, Mari?” Aurore asked curiously, pulling her from her thoughts.

Marinette gave a tight smile. “Ah. No, I’m.. not really hungry.”

The group exchanged a few looks.

“Is this about Felix?” Luka was brave enough to ask.

The ravenette straightened, her cheeks tinged pink. “What? No. Why would you- I mean, that isn’t-”

Aurore giggled, the others giving her a knowing glance.

“Come on, Nette. You two couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.” Wayhem remarked, only making Marinette more flustered.

“I- We’re not- t-two?” Did that mean they thought Felix loved her too?

Kagami calmly set her spoon in her bowl and crossed her arms over the table. “Felix can be complicated. He’s not exactly tuned in to his own feelings.”

Marinette squeaked. “S-so he’s not avoiding me?”

“I guess you’ll just have to ask and find out.” Luka smiled. That was easier said than done. When would she even ask him about it? What if he won’t answer her questions?

Too many scenarios ran through her mind at the suggestion, but Marinette knew she had to do it. Felix meant everything to her. She’d be darned if she let him slip through her fingers because of some wild anxieties.

Her chair scratched across the floor as she shot to her feet. “I’ll see you guys after class.”

The others nodded, each giving her an encouraging smile as she left.

Marinette raced passed the other students, down the hall, and through the front doors. If she wanted to ask him, she had to ask him directly, face to face. Felix didn’t tell her where he would be eating for lunch, but if what Kagami implied was true, she had a hunch she knew exactly where he was.

~~~~~~

Felix ran his hands through his hair, watching Marinette’s name flash across his phone screen for what had to be the tenth time. Why was she calling him? Better yet, why wouldn’t he answer?

You know why. A voice hissed in the back of his mind.

Yes, He knew. It was because he was in love with her. Fighting her yesterday.. Finally getting her back and being able to hold her close.. he realized that Marinette meant everything to him. He couldn’t ruin their friendship over something as fickle as love. Too many things could go wrong. What if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings? What if they only dated for a week and realized they didn’t like each other that way? Or at all?

Felix sighed.

Nevertheless, he still found himself wanting to be with her. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her passion, or how her laughs sounded like bells and made him feel lighter than air. She was a dangerous addiction that he just wanted more and more and more of everyday. It was why he decided to eat at the restaurant where they first met. It was a wonderful reminder of how much joy she’d brought into his life.

“Forgive me, Master, but wouldn’t it be easier to just talk to her?” Wayzz helpfully suggested from the safety of Felix’s bag.

“You think I haven’t tried?” Felix groaned. Talking to Marinette used to be so easy. You just.. Talk to her, and she’ll listen. Now, any time she so much as looked at him he was rendered speechless.

She probably thought he was a jerk, avoiding her all day, but how do you tell your closest friend that you’ve fallen hopelessly in love with them? That you have no idea what to do with these sudden feelings?

A small commotion at the front of the restaurant caused his gaze to flick to the door. Any distracts were welcome at this point.

His heart skipped a beat.

Marinette stood in the doorway, searching the tables with a fiery determination.

It only took a few seconds for her bluebell eyes to land on him, and she was at his table in an instant, giving him no time to hide.

“Are you avoiding me?”

The questions was so straight forward that Felix wasn’t sure how to respond. So he blurted out the truth.

“Yes?”

Wrong answer. Wrong answer!

Hurt etched across Marinette’s face, similar to the ache quickly spreading through his chest. why did he have to be such an idiot!

“I see.” She said, gripping the side of her jacket. “I’m sorry to bother you then.”

“W-wait!” Felix was on his feet before he could fully register what he was doing.

Marinette gave a pained smile, stepping back. “Felix, it’s fine. You want your space. I get it.”

He resisted the urge to face palm. “No! That’s not what I want!”

The ravenette frowned, now confused. “Then what do you want.”

You. His mind screamed. Always you.

But he said nothing. Why wasn’t he saying anything!

Marinette nodded, taking his silence as an answer and turning around. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m always here if you wanna talk.”

She started walking away, and he panicked.

“I’m in love with you!”

No! Why did that have to be the first thing to come to mind!

She stopped walking.

He stopped breathing.

Slowly, Marinette turned back to him, eyes wide with shock. “You what?”

He swallowed, shrinking towards the booth behind him. “I-I’m..”

Should he say it again? She clearly asked, and he’d already messed everything up. What other damage could he really cause?

“I love you.” He finally repeated, trying to look anywhere else but at her. He didn’t care to see her reaction or her panic towards not returning his feelings.

She stood there frozen, mouth agape and shoulders slack. Gosh, why did he ever think this was a good idea? She’s probably trying to sort out a rejection right now. He’d never be able to see her again. The best thing that ever happened to him would be gone in an instant because he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut.

Then she did the simplest thing in the world. She leaned forward, and she kissed him. And his whole world cracked open.

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yoonminnow · 6 years

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Screen Time

→ pairing | Namjoon x reader

→ word count | 1.5k

→ genre | Drabble! crack, fluff, some lingerie action

→ summary | With Namjoon halfway across the world during Halloween the best you can manage is some screen time together while you try out costumes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.

A/N: This is a part of my Halloween drabble series I’m currently writing. Check out the others below.

Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

“What are you talking about? You look so cute in that one,” a voice calls out from your laptop as you twist and turn in front of the mirror in your room.

“Uh, I don’t know,” you say to your reflection as you begin to strip out of the makeshift Tinkerbell costume you had thrown together.

“What was wrong with it, I thought it was perf- Oh, nevermind. You should wear that,” the laptop says once you’ve stripped down to your underwear.

A laugh bubbles up from your chest as you squat down to be face to face with the screen of your computer.

“Namjoon, I think I’d get arrested for public indecency if I went out in this,” you say as you gesture at your bra.

“Well maybe just stay in with me tonight. I wouldn’t mind if you wore that,” Namjoon’s gravelly voice rings through the speakers as you watch his eyes travel down your body on screen.

“Ugh, please don’t tease me, baby,” you whine.

“Right, I’m sorry. Show me another one.”

From the angle that Namjoon holds his phone, you can see the tops of buildings and trees whip by from the window of the taxi he is sat in. As of now, he’s somewhere in Berlin finishing up the last leg of his world tour, or was it Paris?

For the past couple of months, your conversations had taken place entirely through screens, but even so, you both tried to make it as seamless as possible.

When he had down time before bed he’d always make an effort to call you as he was falling asleep. Even though his night time was usually during your mornings or the middle of your days you’d stay on the phone with him listening to the way he mumbled on about new music or books he had read, just like he always did when he was home in your bed.

When you’d be sitting down to have your morning coffee or dinner you’d always try to facetime him so that you could talk about your day, even when you felt like your days paled in comparison to his. Even so, he’d always listen with full attention, smiling and laughing when you’d update him on any workplace drama, or the latest phrase your nephew had learned to parrot back to you.

Even today, when Namjoon found out that you were planning to spend Halloween with your friends he asked if he could help pick out a costume for you, which is why you were currently shifting back and forth in front of your laptop, a pile of rejected clothes at your feet.

“Is this one too... sexy?” you question, running your hands along the hemline of the tight black dress you had pulled from the back of your closet. You had a theory that if you just paired all your black items together you might be able to pass as a witch, or maybe a vampire. The grim reaper wasn’t off the table either.

“Oh,” Namjoon’s eyes widen as you spin to the side, “I, uh, I like that one.”

“Really? It’s not too much?” you ask doubtfully as you turn your attention to your mirror.

“Definitely not too much,” Namjoon says as you look back over your shoulder to eye the screen. “Hey, do you, uh, still have those stockings I got for you?”

The inquiry causes you to cock a brow at the boy, “Yeah, you want me to wear them?”

“If you want,” he smiles into the camera, “I think they’d look good with that dress, don’t you?”

“Mm,” you hum in agreement as you fish out the stockings from your wardrobe. “They look even better with that garter you got me for my birthday.”

“Oh,” Namjoon sighs as he rubs his hand down his face, “I forgot about that.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you won’t be able to see it if I wear this dress,” you say as you hold the lacy garments up against your clothed body.

“Hm,” Namjoon hums as you place your leg on the edge of the bed to pull the stocking up your thigh.

“Do you want to see it?” you cock your head to the side.

You bask for a moment in the way Namjoon watches you pull up your second stocking before prompting again. “Should I take off my dress, baby?”

You notice Namjoon’s eyes widen before his glance moves above his screen, likely eyeing the driver of his taxi. Luckily he has his headphones in, so you know only he can hear you.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to talk,” you assure him as you reach for the zipper at the side of your dress. “You can just watch me.”

Namjoon nods as his eyes follow the route of your hands down your dress. The fabric loosens around your body until it falls to the ground with a puff of air. With your body free of the dress you can now pull the garter up around your waist, it’s thick lacy band hugging your hips comfortably. You pull at the straps hanging from the garment for a moment, watching how Namjoon seems fixated on your movements through the camera.

After a moment you pull the straps down to secure the clips to your stockings.

Admittedly, you accentuate the movement of snapping the straps against your thighs, but Namjoon certainly doesn’t seem to mind if the sharp intake of breath is anything to go by.

“Do you like it, baby?” you coo into the camera as you tickle at the garter around your waist.

“Uh-” Namjoon stutters before clearing his throat, “Yeah. I really do.”

“Don’t you wish you were home with me now?” you tease, angling the screen of your laptop down so you can settle onto your knees.

“You know I do, baby,” the man mumbles through the screen, “It won’t be too long.”

“It’s a shame you’re all the way- oh!” you suddenly light up, remembering a piece you can add to your costume. “One second!” you call out as you get up to root through your nightstand drawer.

When you return to the computer you’re dawning a pair of black cat ears and a matching choker with a bell. When you get back into the frame of the camera you see that Namjoon is suddenly out of the cab. His arm is outstretched in front of him as he walks so the camera stays on his face.

“Where you going, babe?” you ask, calling his attention back to his phone.

“I’m- Oh my god, Y/N,” he groans as his eyes travel back and forth from his phone to the strides he’s taking up a staircase. “Fuck, I can’t let you out of the house in that.”

“Mm, too bad you’re not the boss of me,” you taunt, leaning in closer to the screen.

“I don’t know if you’ll be saying that in a second.” Namjoon smirks as he lifts his free hand up in a fist.

Suddenly, from outside your room, you hear a knocking against your door. Your eyes go wide as you watch Namjoon’s smile on your laptop grow from a smirk to a grin.

“Wha-?” you stutter as your head whips back towards your door. “Are you- Is that-?”

“Are you going to come let me in, or do I have to break your door?”

“How could you not tell me you were coming home?” you shout in awe as you hop up from the floor, yelling at both the Namjoon on your laptop and now the Namjoon at your front door.

Upon opening the door, your first thought is that your boyfriend looks about as devastatingly handsome as he had when he left. Your second thought that barrels in shortly after is that you are still very much clothed in only lingerie and cat ears, a fact that will become painfully obvious to more than just you and Namjoon if you keep the door open for much longer.

You quickly pull Namjoon inside and shut the door tight, but before you can even finish locking it you are fully enveloped in Namjoon’s arms, his body pressed firmly to yours as he secures his arms tighter around your waist.

“So, is it too much to ask, or can we make it a rule that you should greet me in lingerie whenever I come back from trips?” Namjoon mumbles into your ear before moving down to place a peck against your neck.

“Hmm,” you purr, letting your head loll to the side, “I’ll consider it if you let me put the cat ears on you tonight.”

You feel Namjoon’s chuckle tickle against you ear as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck, “Fine, but only because it’s Halloween.”

“And because you love me,” you finish.

You feel Namjoon smile against your skin before he speaks again “And because I love you.”

#bts #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #namjoon #bts namjoon #namjoon fanfic #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #bts scenarios

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love-me-romantically · 6 years

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EXO x Reader Scenarios (6/9)

Title: Kitten

Park Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count ~1.5k

Summary: "Your mouth feels so good kitten." or in which you give in to your boyfriend's weird request.

Tags: pet play (kinda), oral, kitten (obviously)

The first time Chanyeol handed you the clip on kitty ears you just shook your head at him, saying that you wouldn't do it for anything in the world. Of course, Chanyeol accepted. He would never try to force you into doing anything that you are uncomfortable with. Still, you could see that he was maybe just a little bit disappointed.

You've been in a relationship with Chanyeol for a few months now. Still in that stage of relationship that feels like being freshly in love where the sex is plenty and everything looks bright and beautiful. But yet you've known each other long enough to be comfortable with each other and trust each other with fantasies that otherwise you would maybe hide away.

It has only happened a few times that Chanyeol asked you to try something with him, because for the most part he is actually a pretty tame guy and perfectly fine with vanilla sex. And so far you never said no to his ideas. The cat ears are a first. And maybe it was kind of unfair of you to just shut him down like that, but you kind of freaked out a little.

Chanyeol's friends have on multiple occasions joked about him secretly being a furry and even though you know that there is a huge difference between being interested in a bit of pet play and being a fury you were just weirded out a little. But that does not really apologise you're behaviour and thinking back on the way Chanyeol looked at you with those sad puppy eyes when you told him no without even considering it makes you feel guilty as hell.

With a small sigh, you get up to from the bed where Chanyeol left you. It's his bed which somehow makes this whole thing even worse. He left his own bedroom to give you some space after you were rude to him.

Sometimes you're not sure if Chanyeol is just really good at making you feel guilty or if you're really being a bit of a bitch.

You softly knock on the door of the room that Chanyeol refers to as his hobby room, but in your eyes, it's almost a professional music studio. He has his instruments in there as well as some computer thingies that probably are used for recording or mixing music somehow. Chanyeol is really passionate about this stuff and he tried explaining all his equipment to you several times. You always listen but you don't quite get it. But it makes Chanyeol happy so you love it just as much as he does.

Right now he's sitting at his desk, back to the door and headphones on his head. The cat ears are on the messy surface of the table. Probably he just tossed them there. You carefully approach him from behind.

"Hey, I'm sorry, if I came off as rude earlier. I guess I was just a little surprised that you'd be into that stuff", you murmur, softly pressing your lips against the nape of his neck. Chanyeol stiffens at first but relaxes once you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind, crossing your hands over his chest.

"Don't worry about it, I guess it's a little weird after all", he chuckles. He gently takes on of your hands, it looks so small compared to his huge fingers, and presses it against his lips. You giggle a little but get back to being serious quickly.

"Still, I could have at least thought about it a bit more. I didn't even give you a chance to explain it, I just freaked out", you still speak with your lips pressed against Chanyeol's skin which muffles you voice a little but you don't want to move away from him again. Chanyeol sighs.

"It's okay."

You violently shake your head, which finally forces you to pull your lips away.

"It's not okay", you say. "I should have let you explain."

Chanyeol chuckles again. He carefully pushes your arms off of him so he can turn around and face you.

"I just thought you would look cute as my little kitten", he whispers, slowly reaching out a hand to caress your cheek. Something about the word kitten makes your insides twist and heat boils up in your lower stomach. Maybe you like that idea after all. Maybe you like being called kitten. And maybe you just like it because it's Chanyeol's voice calling you that.

You never considered yourself as particularly submissive but when you hear that low voice you are about ready to drop to your knees and reply to everything with yes daddy. Chanyeol's voice has always had this kind of effect on you. Especially when he speaks in that low whisper. He's probably not even aware of how much control he could have over you. Maybe it's for the better that he does not know.

"Hey, maybe we could give this a try after all, as long as you don't want me to meow or anything like that", you whisper. Chanyeol, of course, notices the sudden tension in your voice and slowly raises an eyebrow.

"You don't have to do this", he replies. But his voice is unsure. Shaky. He wants you to do this. With one swift motion, you grab the cat ears from the desk and hand them to Chanyeol.

"Please help me put those on", you explain before you get down on your knees in front of him. Firstly so he can reach your head better and put the ears on you and secondly because your hands are already fumbling with the fly of his jeans, trying to rid him of the unnecessary article of clothing. Chanyeol's hands shake a little while he pins the cat ears into your hair. You can hear him exhale sharply when you finally manage to pull down his jeans enough to free his already erect cock.

"You're such a pretty kitten", he whispers while caressing your head softly. You almost purr. It's crazy what his voice alone can do to you. While Chanyeol still plays with your hair you lean forward to start giving his throbbing erection the attention it's begging for. Usually, you would just begin by taking his tip in your mouth and teasing his slit with your tongue but today you take a different approach. You start flicking your tongue against his shaft, playfully licking all the way up from his balls to the tip and back down again. Playful, just like a cat licking its milk. You feel a little stupid about yourself but the way Chanyeol reacts makes it so worth it. When you look up you can see his eyes rolling back, mouth falling slightly open. You flick your tongue against the tip a couple of times experimentally before you start a surprise attack aimed at the slit. A low moan escapes Chanyeol's lips as you push your tongue in to tease him. The sound it elicits from his pretty lips makes your insides boil.

Slowly you move your head down a bit more, taking more of Chanyeol's length into your mouth, making sure to continue playfully swirling your tongue around him. Then hands that are still playing with your hair and around the ears that are clipped into it start grabbing onto your head with a little more force, pressing you down. You gag a little around Chanyeol's dick in your mouth but try your best to keep pressing your tongue against it. Chanyeol moans.

"Your mouth feels so good kitten."

You let out a muffled moan while you keep sucking with even more motivation now. You want him to keep calling you that in his low hoarse voice. Want to keep hearing those deep moans he lets out just for you.

"Careful Kitten, I'm going to come way too soon if you keep going like this", Chanyeol says through gritted teeth and of course you keep going even harder. Suddenly he pulls back, maybe as a panic reaction, and a few seconds later something warm and kind of sticky hits your right cheek just below the eye without warning. Instinctively you flinch back a little and slowly touch your face while you can hear Chanyeol mutter curses and knock over something on his table, probably while looking for a tissue. You carefully run your fingers about the somewhat slimy substance on your face and gather a bit of it that you then lick from your finger. Just like a cat licking milk from its paw.

"I'm so fucking sorry", Chanyeol mutters, face flushed red and probably not all of it is due to embarrassment. You just smile up at him.

"Your Kitten would like a reward now."

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A Legacy Left behind - Chapter 1 - Initial Encounters - Part 2

Part 2

Meanwhile in Antarctica...

Inside the Stasis Pod, Terra Atlantus - Antarctica

The Dream

Noises…

These were familiar noises. They were generated by his beloved Sikorsky HH-60 Pave Hawk: The slap of the rotors overhead, the faint crackle from his headphones, the voice of Mr. J. Smith, who was acting as his crew for the record, requesting updates on something very important or other through his very classified comms channel, the faint whooshing sound that carried over as his own chopper caught the backlash of the other chopper, that appeared seemingly out of nowhere and on its way down fast to a painful crash.

Wait…

That shouldn't be there with the familiar noises, should it?

No. It shouldn't.

That was why he aborted his own forward momentum to follow the Black Hawk that was having a bad day. He drowned out Mr. Smith's indignant protests as he tried to raise the crashing bird on the comms to no avail. He remembered to flash off a quick update to his destination about the possible crash and emergency rescue. Then he signed off without waiting for their acknowledgement or orders.

By some miracle or other, the other chopper made landfall in more or less one piece. But half of its tail broke off upon impacting the rough terrain below. It came to a stop listing on to its side and John could see the occupants were already piling out.

He was circling the site low, looking to put his Pave Hawk down when things went hazy.

..........

Oh, God! No, no, no! Not again…Not that again!

He felt his mind going to pieces- a gibbering, quivering mess of protests and whimpers and he didn't know over what. It was disconcerting; he was deathly afraid of something - but what?

John felt the familiar warm glow wrapping around him again and he felt his mind slowly coming out of its hiding place. He felt he should be concerned about this too; but he strangely sort of wasn't.

..........

The motion picture reel of his mind started up again. He knew he'd landed his bird just beside the downed one. It was all quite different now. His vision had sharpened to a point he could read the tags off the uniform of one soldier who was already crawling away from their downed chopper about 20 yards away. He could hear him muttering and cursing about life-suckers.

He could also see the two tall, pale figures that were standing on the top of the small ridge about 100 yards away in a southerly direction from them. He could also see the black and red slimy thing with pale protrusions, busily crawling towards the two figures.

It was as if a switch had flipped inside of his brain. Everything around him had come to a standstill and was swiftly dismissed as unimportant distractions.

And his mission came to the forefront of his mind in utmost clarity.

Seek & Destroy.

There were only three targets and only their utter and complete destruction mattered. It was his life’s imperative; his reason for being and nothing else mattered until those abominations were wiped from the face of earth.

He felt himself moving as if in a powerful trance. His body was going through the quick motions of arming himself; stuffing his tactical vest with grenades and extra ammo and his holsters with extra hand-guns. He was aware of barking quick orders to his charge- to stay put inside the chopper, just before grabbing his primary weapon, an M4 carbine, and jumping out. Then he was taking off towards his targets.

He caught up to them quickly since they were not very keen on getting away. They were both focused on the creepy, crawly thing edging towards them. He got within the closest range of fire and opened up with his carbine.

The memory providing the whole scenario got crazy then, because he was seeing things that were not supposed to happen in a normal reality. The thing he was firing at, moved at inhuman speeds. Instead of running away or even dropping dead after being riddled with bullets, it came towards him, with its hand raised as if to slap him.

John remembered discarding his carbine without bothering to reload and strangely enough his hand went to his K-bar. He remembered the agonizing pain that enveloped his head at that moment too; as if something was drilling into his brain trying to get a hold of him. His body moved of its own accord, brandishing the knife and gracefully sidestepping the oncoming nightmare with its pale, tall, slimy figure and long, white hair.

While his mind and brain tangled with the telepathic assault, his newly improved eyesight noted the strange anatomy of his enemy with weak points somehow highlighted for him. He remembered the squelching sound it made, when his knife connected with the protruding soft gill-like sack on the neck of the thing. It let out a scream he was sure that was beyond the normal human hearing decibel range; but he heard nonetheless. His right hand had already found its way to his hand-gun which was strapped to his thigh and was shooting the raised hand of the thing, on the palm, with a sure knowledge that it would be the kill shot.

The pain in his head got bad then, dropping him to his knees. The female nightmare was standing in front of him hissing through its wicked rows of pointy teeth. It was sending a nasty fishy breath right on his face that made him want to projectile vomit at it.

He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard. The female was more shocked than angry at this mere little human managing to kill her mate. And even more shocked that she couldn't break through into his empty little mind.

"Who are you, little human? Why don't you let me into your little mind? Let me see what you are, while I feed on your feisty little body." She had her long, thin, clawed fingers wrapped around his neck like a vise.

"John Sheppard, US Air Force. Can't say it's a pleasure though, you kind of stink." John managed to hiss through gritted teeth.

"OPEN YOUR MIND"

She bellowed into his mind, squeezing his already abused throat accompanied by what felt like a thousand sharp pikes directly driven into his brain. John let out a scream as his mind fought the onslaught. He saw himself through the haze of pain, picturing a shimmering blue shield around his mind against the assault that rained on him. And he willed it to endure with all his might. And the moment he felt the shield starting to wobble, he pushed it back with everything he had, along with all those mental pikes. He didn't know how he had known to do what he did or how he actually managed to pull it off, but it worked.

The thing let out a scream of its own with its hands clutching at its head and John reacted. He launched himself at it from his kneeling position and his knife found its mark. He dragged the blade across its neck, halfway decapitating it. Then he followed the falling body down to the ground; caught the palm of its' right hand with that weird gaping opening and drove his knife right through it, to the ground. The female released another final scream before she stopped moving altogether.

Then he finally moved his focus onto the thing that was busy crawling towards the two aliens. Yeah, those things were not products of this planet- John was sure of it. Fair enough, they looked humanoid. But they were too thin and too freakishly tall, and the long white hair had a weird, milky-slimy looking shine to it. The features on the faces were all wrong in the placement as well. Cat-like eyes with gleaming yellow pupils that were too widespread and the nostrils were too flat, and the mouths full of rows and rows of pointy teeth that stank to high heaven. Yep. Definitely not human. Add to it this creepy thing that was busily crawling towards John or more likely its' dead parents? He felt like he had been transported into a different universe.

Without much conscious thought, he emptied the clip in his hand gun into the crawling mess and watched it explode into a thousand tiny, fleshy, bloody pieces with detachment. And with that, he felt the strange awareness that held him captive and his senses overly sharpened, slowly drifting away into the deep confines of his mind again.

He felt consciousness waving in and out as he struggled to remain upright. He had to fight the urge to lay down next to the horrors he had just killed. Adrenaline and whatever extra boost his body had been riding had gone down to zero. The killer headache he was sporting felt like his brain was trying to eject through his ears and nose. Absently wiping his face, he noted that he had a nose bleed as well.

His mind was trying to tell him about a downed Black Hawk in bits and pieces while his weary body was clumsily dragging its' way back to where he landed. He could hardly recall how he made it back and how he ended up meeting the not-so-welcoming committee of four pissed-off SEALs. He remembered the relief at realizing that he actually knew one of them. Before that relief had time to settle, he was roughly being dragged, efficiently disarmed and tied up. And the supposedly friendly face of one Steve McGarrett was thrust close to his, screaming at him for leaving his people behind.

His exhausted mind was making a valiant effort trying to understand the accusations and alarming amount of fire now consuming the two Hawks, but was failing miserably. He hadn’t even registered any explosions.

He remembered giving up coherent thought just before he was hauled into the back of a Humvee.

..........

John knew that all this had come to pass some time ago and he was sort of reviewing the whole thing from a safe and comfortable place, though he didn't know exactly where. He had a feeling that this was serving some sort of an educational purpose; how to fight this particular nightmare version of bad guys and remember how to resist their apparently evil telepathic powers. John was able to appreciate the whole thing in an academic sort of way thanks to the comfortable and companionable presence that was still surrounding him in a warm cocoon. It was keeping the pain away as well. The pain he knew that was lurking there at the edge, courtesy of the hellish five or so days he spent at the base under torture.

Yeah, those clowns had shown up before his ass hit the door of his prison cell on the way in. He suspected a classified branch of military or maybe even the Firm. They had started friendly enough in the beginning, and steadily gone downhill from there, resorting to outright torture when John had not been forthcoming with information. Their questions were too canny and pointed, as if they knew a whole lot more about the crazy, evil, stinky aliens. And John, to his own detriment, had a very strong feeling, almost a compulsion not to reveal anything of what happened. After what he survived, he had a healthy respect for whatever it was, that had awakened in him. So he kept giving them the name, rank and serial number routine until they lost patience with him.

Now here he was, wherever he was. But he knew without a shred of doubt that he was wanted, even needed here. He was welcome here, in fact he was home; the warmth insisted. It was a nice feeling, John decided. Not something he'd had even at home before he left to join the Air Force to his father's great displeasure. So he allowed himself to burrow into the offered comfort and drift away for a while, trusting that he would be brought back when it was time.

Central Command, Terra Atlantus - Antarctica

Carson was annoyed. Make that supremely annoyed. Why couldn't the impatient bugger wait for a couple more days? He had already been waiting for just over twelve days, hadn't he? What difference one or two more days could possibly make?

Oh, but no, the great Dr. Rodney McKay, Ph.D Ph.D had decided today was the day! The Chair absolutely had to be calibrated right now or the end was nigh! Honestly, the scientist was an outright prima donna drama queen when he had to have his way. He had stormed into the infirmary, loudly insisting the Major be immediately released so that he could sit in the Chair. They needed a system wide calibration RIGHT NOW because the power readings he was getting were not right.

The poor lad had gone bug-eyed at the scientist-shaped tornado glaring down at him, and shot a pleading look at Carson to save him.

The Major had been transferred to a bed at the infirmary during the night, when the stasis pod had finally seen fit to release its charge. They had him hooked to an IV and a monitor as a precaution. Carson had been relieved to see what the pod monitor had been reporting was true. The lad was as healthy as a male of his late twenties could be, and a quick scan had shown that all the broken bones had been healed as well; including the not quite healed one according to his medical file, had happened a month ago during training.

The lad had continued his peaceful slumber through the rest of the night until an hour ago. He had woken up to a nurse who was checking his temperature, given a pleasant and somewhat sheepish smile and asked for some breakfast. Carson had sent away the nurse for the requested meal and started to ask some questions about how he was feeling, when Rodney barged in.

It was either serving up the Major to the Unholy Force that was McKay or sacrificing himself, and Carson was fiercely protective of his patients. That was how he had found himself reluctantly following the head scientist towards the dreaded Chair. Because Carson knew despite all the drama Rodney managed to throw at everybody, the man must have a valid reason to be demanding a system check immediately and it most probably was that important.

……….

They had found out about this particular Outpost only about a year ago, when the Goa'uld System Lord Anubis had this bright idea to bring a fleet to try to conquer the earth. General O'Neill, who had a head full of Ancient database accidentally downloaded inside his head around about that time, managed to find this place. After a couple of minor miracles involving engineering and transportation rings, they had unearthed the Outpost enough for the General to go in and activate the defenses. Those defenses had put a stop to that battle. Then the whole project around the place was born; to explore and discover everything they could about it. But the structure and its worldly possessions had been somewhat reluctant in giving away their secrets.

The Terra Atlantus, according to Dr. Daniel Jackson- or the Ancient Defense Outpost according to everybody else, was an underground hexagonal structure, roughly the size of two football stadiums the best they could tell. Some of it was still covered in ancient ice and they were still discovering and excavating its outer reaches. What they had discovered and made viable for human occupation, was a sturdy structure made of a copper colored metal alloy that was decidedly alien. The hidden light fixtures were bathing the interior in soft pale blue glow where they hadn't installed fluorescent lights that were more suitable for their human sensibilities. There were habitable complexes surrounding the center of the building that came outfitted with their own amenities such as attached bathrooms, sleeping areas and in some cases small kitchenettes. All they had to do was replace the Ancient versions of millennia old beds and linen and it was ready to be moved into, by the happy band of scientists and their military minders. The middle of the building that had served as the Command Center in the past was now alive and reinforced with equal numbers of modern day screens, laptops, computers, power generators, data depositories and whatnot attached to each and every Ancient gadget that was there in the first place. They even had several platforms set up to take apart whatever fancy Ancient tidbit caught their eye.

……….

Carson noted that Dr. Grodin was enthusiastically pawing away at what looked like a mechanical version of a squid, while Dr. Sommers was flitting around taking photos and making increasingly inappropriate noises. She was crooning at it for heaven's sake! He also noted the young Marine- Lt. Ford if Carson recalled correctly- keeping a wary eye on the thing as if it might come alive at some point to eat them. Knowing and having seen the things throughout the years since the discovery of the dreadful Stargate, Carson couldn't blame him.

Of course occupying the place of pride, elevated on its own grand, foot-and a-half high platform complete with its own hidden light source, bathing it in a soft shimmering blue, was the Control chair of the Outpost. That was the point where everything in the place was connected to and could be controlled from; the central nervous system, the Brain of Terra Atlantus. The huge gun metal gray chair with its distinctly alien swirls and curls of carved design looked like a throne. It always rested in an upright position and went into an incline and its vein-like design was flooded with luminescent blue, when it was activated.

Carson hated the thing with a passion. It always gave him a headache when he had to keep his head positioned at the uncomfortable headrest that emitted a buzzing hum, whenever he had to try to activate it. It was unpleasant in the extreme and made it hard to concentrate on whatever Rodney was harping at him to do at any given time. And those pads filled with gel-like substance on the armrests where he had to rest his palms, gave him a squishy feeling. They also made his palms itch like crazy.

He sat on it with a sigh of resignation. Rodney made his way to the nearest monitor that was blinking at him with technical jargon that made no sense to Carson.

"Activate the Chair Carson-Sometime today would be good," McKay snapped at him without turning from his perusal of the scrolling data the monitor had on it.

"Aye Rodney, I'm trying, give me a minute."

Carson closed his eyes and concentrated. Or he tried his best. He thought of his happy place in Scotland, the nice green meadow covered in soft sunlight instead of the cold hard alien metal that was digging into his bum in silent protest.

After what felt like hours but was mere minutes in reality, the Chair gave an almost angry buzzing noise and went into a half-hearted incline. A soft blue light came on surrounding the chair reluctantly, mimicking its occupant.

"Yeah that's right. Now, think about the power management and ask it to run a diagnostic starting from the left wing."

When nothing happened, Rodney abandoned the display he was intent on and came closer to the doctor.

"Come on Carson, concentrate. I have a bad feeling about this and we need to see what is going on. You know this whole place went into a tizzy before we brought that flyboy in. We need to find out if things have gone back to their normal settings. So we need your head in the game Carson, chop chop."

‘Of course, Rodney being his uniquely helpful self is not really helping my concentration in the least.’ The doctor thought sarcastically.

He briefly wondered if Major Sheppard had managed to eat his breakfast. Big mistake! His own stomach chose that moment to remind him loudly that he hadn't eaten yet either.

The monitor attached to the Chair detected a brief flare of power but failed to pinpoint the location it was sent to. It pinged in alarm and Rodney rushed back to the screen with a muttered oath.

"Okay. No, no, no, no… that is not good - Carson what was that? What did you just think at it now?"

"That I was hungry Rodney - I can't think about power management when I'm hungry," Carson snapped back exasperatedly at the scientist whose mutterings were increasing in velocity and sound, as he tried to pinpoint the source of the power surge.

The Chair chose that moment to suddenly go into full incline and half rotate. The soft blue glow emanating from it, brightened briefly. Carson let out a terrified squeak at the sudden movement, but wisely did nothing to move from his position.

Simultaneously, startled shouts and a short scream erupted from the platform, Doctors Grodin and Sommers were working on. Before anyone could even begin to react, the squid they were working on, burst into a bright golden flare and took off in a blink. It went horizontal for a tenth of a second before re-orienting and taking off in a straight vertical line- like the suddenly online guided missile it was. It was through the roof and out of their sight in less than two seconds. Then the hidden door on the roof that had cycled open to let the thing out, swished closed; raining down ice and snow that had come loose at the heated departure of the missile. Impromptu cold showers broke everyone from their frozen states into action.

Rodney cursed loudly as he ran to the nearest emergency alarm and slammed it on. Lt. Ford ran to the telephone near the wall that had the direct line to McMurdo to let them know that there was an airborne bogey with an unknown payload now roaming the sky. Dr. Elizabeth Weir and Dr. Daniel Jackson came running towards the Chair to see what was going on.

"Ah, Elizabeth, talk to him. He just fired an Ancient equivalent of a missile to god knows where. You need to get him to shut it down NOW!" Rodney wailed.

"Sir we have a problem. McMurdo tells me a chopper just took off and on its way here. They are may be 15 minutes out. It's General O'Neill's transport; he is making an unscheduled visit." Pale-faced Lieutenant Ford contributed to the brewing disaster.

"Um, McKay, it took off before we disconnected the power source. I'm 95% sure it's got a miniature ZPM onboard powering it. I don't know if we can shut it off from the Chair now that it's taken off," Dr. Grodin carried the apocalyptic football towards the home stretch.

Inside a Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk, En Route to Defense Outpost - Antarctica

"Sir, we just got an emergency update from the Outpost. They have an unauthorized missile launch. Destination unknown. We are advised to RTB." The somewhat agitated pilot of the Black Hawk informed General O'Neill who was looking outside from his window.

"It's too late for that now I think, Richardson, We are going to have to duke it out.'" The General observed mildly as he looked at the ominous trail of smoke that was rapidly closing in on them from a distance.

"Try to zigzag and launch some countermeasures. And try to evade it enough so we could land this bird and pray it will just ignore us.” He felt obliged to backseat pilot, since the on duty pilot was looking increasingly worried and a bit lost.

O'Neill idly wondered if this was the first time this kid saw any live action.

'Just my luck', he had time to wonder, 'I'm going to die with a rookie on his first mission in this god forsaken frozen hellhole.'

'Carter had better fry the asshole who is murdering me today.' Thought the General in resigned apathy as he watched the smoke trail getting closer and closer.

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Oculus Quest 2 Review: The Best Headset for Everyone

Oculus Quest 2

9.00 / 10

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Not only is the Oculus Quest 2 the best standalone VR headset yet, it's also the best budget option for PC gaming thanks to the Oculus Link technology. At the incredible price point of $300, it's an essential purchase for anyone looking to get into VR. Existing Oculus Quest owners might be disappointed by the black levels, but we think the increased resolution and responsiveness is well worth the trade-off.

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Brand: Oculus (Facebook)

Resolution (per eye): 1832 x 1920px

Display Type: RGB-stripe LCD

Storage: 64 / 256 GB

Connectivity: Wi-Fi 6 and 802.11ac, Bluetooth 5.0, USB-C, 3.5mm Stereo Out

Battery Life: 2-3 Hours

Tracking Technology: Inside out cameras on the headset

Audio: Built-in speakers

Weight: 1.1 lbs

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Hand-tracking is reliable, though not all software supports it yet

RGB-stripe LCD adds resolution and pixel density, eliminating any screen-door effect

Incredible value for a standalone headset, and a great buget choice for PC gaming

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Audio is terrible, but easy enough to plug in your own headphones

Black levels are worse than the original Quest

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An incredible resolution, powerful mobile processor, and extensive software library make the Oculus Quest 2 the best wireless VR headset yet. And if you have the right cable and a gaming PC, it's also the best budget PC VR headset. That's quite an achievement–especially at a price point of just $300.

Read on to find out why the Oculus Quest 2 is the best mobile VR experience yet.

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Why Should You Trust My Opinion?

I've been following 3D display technologies since the early 2000s, starting with NVidia's 3DVision. I backed the original Oculus Development Kit Kickstarter after reading about it from an MTBS3D forum member. From the moment it arrived, I knew it would change gaming forever, despite only a single demo being available.

I kept throwing money at VR, on the Dev Kit 2, consumer edition Rift, HTC Vive (eventually with wireless upgrade), Oculus Go, and Oculus Quest. My current headset of choice is the Valve Index, though I probably use the Quest more than anything because of its convenience.

Note the absence of the Rift S. I knew at the time it was a dead-end for Oculus, bridging the gap while they perfected Oculus Link technology. I was right, and Facebook has confirmed that the Rift hardware ends here, with all future efforts pushed to the mobile space.

We’re going to focus on standalone VR headsets moving forward. We’ll no longer pursue PC-only hardware, with sales of Rift S ending in 2021. That said, the Rift Platform isn’t going anywhere. In fact, we've seen significant growth in PC VR via Oculus Link, and the Rift Platform will continue to grow while offering high-end PC VR experiences like Lone Echo II and Medal of Honor: Above and Beyond well into the future. - Oculus.com

Quest 2 Technical Specs and Design

Aesthetically, the Quest 2 has undergone one significant change: it's now white. This is undoubtedly the result of numerous psychological studies that told Facebook that white was a more acceptable color for consumer electronics destined for use in the living room. And they're probably right, given that sales of the Oculus Quest 2 are so far outstripping the original many times over. Other than that, the shape and overall design of the Quest 2 is relatively unchanged.

It ships with a flimsy head strap that tends to fall off in vigorous use and results in a weight distribution that's uncomfortably forward-heavy on the face. While Oculus sells a replacement "Elite" strap with a ratcheting lock, it's overpriced, and early reports indicate it's poorly made and prone to snapping. You'll find a better one on AliExpress.

There are two versions of the Quest 2 available to purchase, differing only in the amount of storage space. The basic model at $300 has 64GB, while $400 will get you significantly more at 256GB. If you plan only to play games, 64GB is plenty enough. If you want to store big movies to watch offline when traveling, 256GB will likely be your best bet.

You can expect anywhere from two to three hours of use from the battery on the Oculus Quest 2. Two hours if you're playing games, three if you're watching movies. To ensure there's any battery left when you next pick it up, remember to power off the device completely by holding the power button and selecting "shutdown." Merely taking the headset off will turn the screen off, but the system will be paused and run the battery down in a day or so. The Elite Strap includes a battery which will give another two to three hours. There is no battery limitation when tethered to a PC.

A USB-C charging cable and adaptor are also included in the package, though it's not long enough to be used for Oculus Link. A glasses adaptor is provided for those who find the headset is bumping up against their own lenses, which extends the face plate about 1/4 inch further out. It's easy to fit as the faceplate is simple to remove.

Visual Quality

The screen inside the Oculus Quest is perhaps the most significant change compared to the Quest, and it's not all for the better. Running at a higher overall resolution of 1832x1920 pixels per eye, compared to 1440x1600 on the Quest, Facebook opted for a single RGB-stripe LCD panel. The RGB-stripe configuration results in pixels that are closer together, and therefore higher density. This eliminates any so-called "screen door effect" and generally gives a higher perceived resolution (on top of a higher actual and ix resolution). Combined, it results in an incredibly sharp display. The display is also now capable of running at 90Hz, though this is not enabled by default, and most games don't take advantage of it yet. If I sound like I'm glossing over this point, it's because the 75Hz refresh has never bothered me.

Unfortunately, the choice of a single panel LCD, rather than dual-panel OLEDs found in the original Quest, has two significant drawbacks.

The first is the lack of real IPD (inter-pupillary distance) adjustment. Facebook has compromised and provided three discrete physical IPD settings, which you can click into place. These should cover everyone from 58mm to 68mm, though only those with the entirely average 63mm will get the best experience, and there's no software adjustment to accompany this—it's physically moving the position of the lenses. Therefore the area of the image you're focusing on also slightly changes. Sadly I can't comment on how non-ideal it is for other IPDs, as I fall into the category of entirely average.

The other drawback of using an LCD panel is the black levels. In short, they're more dark grey than black. If you play horror games, such as Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners, or enjoy watching darker movies in your personal VR cinema, you may notice it more than others.

To be clear, these are minor complaints. Other improvements in the resolution and pixel density far outweigh any perceived issue with black levels.

Audio Quality

The audio system feels upgraded but still terrible. Sound emanates from somewhere within the headset and is piped to your ears via the plastic clips on the side. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten how bad it sounds, having replaced the head strap on my original Quest with some 3D printed adaptors and the HTC Vive Deluxe Audio Strap.

Though the sound quality is clean and gets pretty loud, with no muffled voices or distortion, it completely lacks bass. On top of that, there is no audio isolation at all. Partly, this is by design: Facebook wants you to stay somewhat connected to the outside world. But it works both ways, and the outside world can hear everything you do in VR.

Of course, you can fix the audio easily, so it's not a dealbreaker. A single 3.5mm stereo jack on the left-hand side enables you to plug in earbuds or your favorite cans. But that's some ugly wires on what is other an elegantly minimalist design.

Controllers

The controllers are also superficially unchanged other than being white now, with the same selection of capacitive buttons, a thumbstick, trigger, and grip button. This configuration means existing library software should work as is, with little required for developers to update code. A single AA battery powers each controller, with a ring of invisible tracking LEDs.

Upon closer examination, they appear to be slightly larger than the original controllers, though not noticeably so in use. I still find my hands cramping up after extended sessions. A capacitive thumb rest has been added.

Tracking, Passthrough, and Hands

Though the tracking technology also appears to be unchanged–with four cameras on the headset watching the LEDs embedded in the controller–it certainly feels smoother. The additional processing in the CPU results in less overall tracking hiccups, such that any blame for missed blocks in BeatSaber is now squarely on your shoulders.

Hand-tracking too feels distinctly smoother and more reliable. It feels like a viable way to interact with the system now, though not all software has been updated to use it.

Also greatly improved is the camera passthrough feature. A quick double-tap on the side of the headset immediately reveals your surroundings, so you can step over the cat, take a sip of coffee, or inflict a brutal tickling on your child who thinks daddy can't see anything when he's wearing his headset.

Got a PC? Plug It In with Oculus Quest Link

While the Oculus Quest 2 delivers an incredible wireless VR experience, the graphical quality will never compare to those rendered on a desktop gaming PC. But with Quest 2, you needn't choose. Just plug in the Quest 2 using a USB-C to USB-C or USB-A cable, and you can enjoy full access to the desktop Oculus software or vast Steam library. Graphics will be rendered on your PC and sent to the Oculus Quest 2, just like any other tethered PC headset. I expect you're asking yourself, "can I play Half-Life Alyx on the Oculus Quest 2?!" and the answer is a resounding yes. Valve hasn't locked its games to any particular headset, and with full SteamVR access and native controller support, everything works as expected. And it's incredible.

Oculus sells a branded fiber-optic Link cable for the best quality, though it's quite pricey at around $90. This Belkin cable is also officially compatible. If you have a USB2.0 cable (strangely, not all USB-C cables are rated for USB3.0 transfer speeds), you can still use Oculus Link, though the visual clarity will be somewhat degraded.

You probably think this is a bad experience compared to a "normal" wired headset. While it doesn't quite compare to the $1000 Index, it's certainly not what I'd call subpar. I've used a lot of tethered VR headsets and would be quite happy using just the Quest 2.

As for Quest Link latency: it's imperceivable. Even in fast-paced FPS games, or rhythm action titles like Beat Saber, I couldn't notice any latency. For comparison sake, I usually use a Valve Index tethered to my gaming PC.

Games on Oculus Quest

I tested in three games: Rec Room, Beat Saber, and Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners. The former two I have many hours of playing across platforms, so I'm intimately familiar with them. The latter I bought to compare directly the Quest 1 and 2, with fresh pair of eyes.

Overall, it was a mixed bag of results.

Beat Saber appears to be updated, and as far as I can tell, it takes full advantage of the resolution bump. The strobing lights and bright contrasts work particularly well on this type of display.

Rec Room, however, felt like legacy software. Though it's opened some additional maps for Quest 2 users to take advantage of additional graphical capabilities, the game appears to run at a lower resolution than the Quest 2 is capable of. The screen felt darker, with colors more muted than the Quest 1. I then compared to the SteamVR version of RecRoom over Oculus Link, and sure enough, it was a world of difference with bright visuals, even over a USB2 cable.

Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners is about as gloomy as a game can get, played mostly under cover of darkness, with fog effects galore. And sure enough, the black levels here were a murky dark grey at best. Swapping back and forth between Quest 1 and 2 highlights the screen differences. That said, given a choice between higher resolution or better black levels, I'd choose the higher resolution every time.

Of course, it should go without saying that these are my subjective opinions only, and your experience may vary.

The F-Word: Facebook

We can't review the Oculus Quest 2 and not mention the requisite Facebook account. While the Quest 2 has excellent hand-tracking, that's probably not the only thing it's tracking. As is written clearly on the box, this device requires a Facebook account. No ifs, no buts, no workarounds, no opt-out. And not just for social integrations (as was previously the case), but to merely activate and use your device.

If you're thinking, "that's ok, I'll just make a fake account," then think again: many users have found their fake accounts deleted and have lost access to all their Oculus purchases. Not only do you need a Facebook account to use the Quest 2, but you also need a real, active account. You'll be asked to submit a photo ID if Facebook suspects shenanigans.

Precisely what privacy implications this will hold in the future is yet to be determined. Will Facebook be able to watch everything you do in VR? It seems unlikely, though it is technically possible. For now, Facebook has stated that it'll be strongly moderating user actions within the new Horizons social VR space, currently in beta for selected users. A rolling camera (similar to a car dashcam) will record everything you do, and if another user reports you, the relevant footage will be saved and uploaded for manual review. Facebook employees will also be able to drop in on your at any point and remain invisible to observe your behavior. While this sounds terrifying to some, it may be precisely what social VR spaces need to succeed. The potential for long-term psychological harm in online social networks is somewhat limited when interactions are text-only. In VR's physical space, they're on a whole other level.

Personally, I couldn't care less. I merged my Facebook and Oculus account a long time ago. If I did have a dark alter-ego where I live out sadistic fantasies or troll feminist gamers, I probably wouldn't be doing it anywhere near the account where my mum is.

But for those of you who are entirely Facebook averse, I doubt the technological progress that the Quest 2 brings will be enough to convince you otherwise. In which case, consider yourself out of the mobile VR game because there isn't a worthwhile alternative.

Should You Upgrade From the Quest?

The original Oculus Quest felt like a mid-range smartphone unwillingly coerced into doing double duty as a VR headset. It was still the best VR experience at the time of release, and throughout its lifecycle, no other viable contender stepped up.

The Quest 2, however, flies along, doing whatever it's told with glee. While the Quest's hardware inadequacies remain unchanged (the horrendous audio and uncomfortable headset), it's understandable that some compromises had to be made to get a high-resolution wireless all-in-one VR headset down to the frankly ludicrous price point of $300. Facebook has delivered on its promise of making VR accessible for the masses, and we should praise it for that endeavor. If we need to give up a little privacy for that, then so be it. VR's ability to teleport us to anywhere we can dream of is a powerful tool for change, and I want everyone to have that opportunity.

As for whether you should upgrade? It's debatable. Personally, the resolution bump, more powerful processor, and generally more responsive UI throughout are more than worth it. I would have happily paid $500 for a "Pro" version of the Quest 2, with an OLED screen and possibly better audio, but I'm pleased with the upgrade. I'll add some padding to the controllers and replace the head strap; such is the convenience of a world with 3D printing. I'm not a massive fan of horror movies or scary games—there's enough horror in real life. I want my VR experiences to be bright and colorful. But if you know you're a stickler for black levels, you might want to hold off.

The Oculus Quest 2 isn't just the best mobile headset, with a gimmicky feature that lets you plug it into a PC. It's the best budget PC VR headset, too. While it may be a questionable upgrade for some original Quest owners, it's the best choice if you don't already have a VR headset. You will not be disappointed.

Do You Have Oculus Quest 2 Questions? We've Got Answers!

How much do Oculus Quest games cost?

Games in the Oculus Quest library cost anywhere from nothing (Rec Room, with in-app purchases for cosmetic items that you can also buy with earned currency) to $19 per month for Supernatural VR, a fitness game with licensed music. Most fall between the $5–$20 mark.

How Big Are Oculus Quest 2 Games?

If you're considering whether to buy the 64GB or 256GB Oculus Quest 2, you should know that even the biggest Quest game is around 8GB, meaning you can comfortably fit several on the 64GB model. Most games (and apps) are under 1GB. If you just plan to play games and not store large movies, 64GB is plenty enough.

How to Stream Oculus Quest to Twitch?

By default, you can stream to the Oculus app on your phone, a Chromecast 3 device, or your personal Facebook page. For anything else, like Twitch, you'll need some cables and a PC. Using a USB-C cable, the ScrCpy utility (built into SideQuest) will display the visuals, while you'll also need a stereo audio cable to capture sound. You can then pipe this through the usual desktop app like OBS and out to your platform of choice.

Can I Play Custom BeatSaber Songs on Quest 2?

Yes, but it's not a simple process. You'll need to first enable Developer Mode and install SideQuest, a third-party unofficial app store and method of adding generic APKs to your Quest. Then you'll need to install BMBF, which includes the BeatSync mod. This will give you access to custom songs from BSaber.

How Does Oculus Quest 2 Tracking Work?

The Quest 2 features four small cameras embedded in the headset. These watch your play space to figure out how your head is moving. At the same time, there is a ring of infra-red LEDs on each controller, which only the headset can see. Combined, you have full freedom of movement and motion controls in a standalone package. A virtual Guardian wall will prevent you from leaving the play area. You can either draw this using the passthrough cameras, or opt for a standing-only play area (in which you can turn around, but stay in one spot). The wide-angle cameras situated on the sides and bottom of the Quest 2 ensure ample coverage. While moving your controller around your back will force it to lose tracking, this rarely occurs in practice. The Oculus Quest 2 tracking cannot fully function in darkness: it must see your environment. If it's unable to track your surroundings, the system will revert to a 3DOF mode, whereby you can only rotate the headset and have no positional tracking. This mode is fine for watching movies in a dark environment.

Does Oculus Quest 2 Have Full Body Tracking?

No. While the Quest 2 is capable of tracking your hands (without using controllers), it's not able to track your feet or the rest of your body. Full-body tracking is only possible using third-party hardware in tethered Oculus Link mode.

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ohmsservice · 6 years

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To Woo A Q - Chapter 8

A lull.

No one appreciated a lull more than Q. Time for a little Norman Greenbaum, he thought to himself, plugging himself into his favourite playlist and sitting back, resting his hands behind his head, keeping an eye on his kingdom laid out on the screens before him.

All operatives safe and sound, some tucked up, others doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing. Smooth runnings. No genius required to figure out that Bond wasn’t on mission at the moment. Q sighed contentedly. Nights like this made the pain of those other days when things didn’t quite go according to plan bearable. He glanced up at the row of clocks. Tokyo, Paris, London GMT. Less than an hour until the end of his shift. Home to the cats and few hours rest before the whole cycle began again. Routine. Habit. The smooth click of the clockwork clogs as they slot perf—

Ping. Of course, if Bond wasn’t on mission, he was likely to be in London. In MI6. In Q’s vicinity.

A message on his screen. There goes the quiet of the neighbourhood. Ready to clock some time on the shooting range?

Q sat forward, humming to himself in perfect pitch along to “Spirit in the Sky” and typed a quick reply. Sorry Bond. Bit busy at the moment.

Ping. Another message. You wouldn’t be trying to dodge the bullet now, would you?

Q rolled his eyes before running his fingers over his keyboard again. Of course not. M. Reports. Very busy. Rain check?

Ping. The next message made him cringe. Sing me a new tune, Q. Though I quite like that Norman Greenbaum number you’re tapping your foot to right now.

Q looked up to see a smug looking agent eyeballing him from the platform above. Busted.

He removed his headphones. “Armoury. One hour. The cats can wait,” said Bond, while Q exhaled a resigned sigh at his retreating back.

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“Now pay attention, Q. This,” Bond said, as he handed him a Walther P22 “is a gun. And that,” he said pointing down the lane towards the back wall, “is your target.”

Q tossed him a bored look. Patronising git.

“So,” he continued, crossing his arms and stepping back. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Q put on the mufflers and googles and removed the safety catch, reminding himself to keep his eyes open this time. He’d suffered enough ridicule from Bond on the last occasion.

Planting his feet firm and square, he squeezed the trigger five times in relatively smooth succession. Bond stepped forward and pressed the button to retrieve the target.

“Not bad,” he said. Q tried not to look pleased with himself before Bond continued, “if you want to give the enemy a nice little holiday in a recuperation spa.”

“I hit it, didn’t I?”

“You did. Though perhaps you’d have had more luck taking him out if you’d just thrown the gun at him…”

Q frowned and put his hands on his hips. “I don’t have to stand here and take this abuse. May I remind you, I’m your—“

“Superior, yes. So you keep saying. But not so superior when handling your own inventions. And I’m afraid you do have to stand here and take it, Q,” Bond said with a knowing smile, as he clipped a fresh target to the pulley. “Unless, of course, you want M to know you’ve been doctoring your personal files.”

Q gave an impatient huff. “Blackmail. Low, Bond,” he said as he put on his googles again. “Don’t know why I let that slip.”

“Not your fault, Q. You’re not the first to succumb to my irresistible charms when it comes to my talent for extracting information.”

“Can we just get this over with?” Q said, cocking the weapon again, “or my finger might just slip while pointing this thing in your direction.”

Bond smiled. “Petulance suits you, Q. Quite adorable.” He didn’t give him time to form a retort, grabbing him by his upper arms and spinning him around to face the target, pressing his back lightly into his own chest.

“Let’s start with your stance,” he said, placing a foot between Q’s and pushing his right leg over until it was roughly far enough for his feet to be shoulder width apart. If Q was bothered by the physical proximity he was doing a very good job of keeping it to himself.

“Now. Take the time to think about what you are doing. Get comfortable. Make the gun part of and an extension of yourself. Create a machine rest with your stance, grip and breath control. Every element of your being needs to synchronise for you to make a perfect shot.”

Throughout the instruction, Q felt his stomach start to clench within, not helped by the fact that Bond had one hand resting on his hip while the other took to arranging his non-trigger hand in a comfortable position beneath the handle of the gun.

Traitorous, hormonal bastard, Q inwardly chastised his brain.

Q closed his eyes and zoned out. Levelled his breathing. Allowed the rhythm of his heart to guide him. "Issha Zetsumei,” he heard whispered softly by his ear. He opened his eyes and took the shot.

He lowered the gun, the aftershock of the experience eliciting a slight tremor in his hands. Adrenaline, that’s all. If Bond noticed he didn’t draw attention to it, focussing on the target travelling up the pulley towards them.

His normally smug look gave way to a genuine smile. “Head shot. Dead centre.”

He looked at Q, who for once was quite speechless. “We’ll make a marksman of you yet, Quartermaster.”

“Same time next week?” Q could only nod. He couldn’t deny Bond was a decent instructor.

He silently watched his back as he stowed the weapons and equipment and pondered.

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Cubicle Cultures and Cat Videos

My office received an email that had Dos and Don'ts of cubicle behavior. There was no way I was not going to write about it. Some of it was obvious, the rest made me roll my eyes. Actually most of it made me roll my eyes and the eyes of my colleagues too. I'll try to summarize both without plagiarizing the email:

DO'S 1. Use an indoor voice. Seriously? Does anyone have an "indoor voice"? Cube farms are rarely quiet. Where I work there are small signs advising people to be quiet. Insert eye roll here. I'm loud, you're loud, we all scream for ice cream. I sit in a row of 8 cubes, 2 on each side. There's a potential of 8 conference calls going on at any one time, multiple visitors, and countless conversations. It's going to get loud whether we like it or not. It may die down but the ebb and flow of communication are what it is. I just don't want to hear my neighbor's weekend stories about her gardening. 2. Use headphones/headsets. Are 'headphones' even a thing anymore? Maybe the noise-canceling ones but I'm assuming they mean earbuds. Headphones ... seriously? What century are we in? I have a headset for calls and sometimes wear them so people think I'm on a call and don't bother me. Anyone else does this? Earbuds mean folks will interrupt you because they assume you're just listening to music. Both can be effective in warding off interruptions, just don't be looking at your phone if you have the buds in. Then an interruption will be had and you'll be discovered watching awesome cat videos. I can't live without cat videos, they're so cute! 3. Be aware of how your voice projects while standing. See # 1. I'm a natural tenor and there's no way people don't hear what I'm saying. I project it's almost impossible to do so. Luciano Pavarotti would be proud. It's almost impossible for me to laugh during cat videos. Laughing projects so I think of it as spreading cheer. 4. Announce yourself when entering a cube. Don't even think about entering my cube. It's the only piece of real estate I can call my own, STAY OFF MY LAWN! You can announce yourself but you're not getting invited in unless you ask. It's ALL about personal space here people. An arms-length and a half is my rule for personal space. I don't know about your cubes but ours face in a direction that you can't see who's behind you. Even if you have a rearview mirror, you won't notice until it's too late. Those folks will definitely see you watching cat videos ... could be a manager. If so, you're screwed. If not, then share the video and hope that person doesn't tell on you. 5. Use perimeter walkways. Ummm ... no. How else am I going to find people? Stopping to ask for directions ain't gonna happen. Nope. You can tell when someone is lost if they're trying to look over a row of cubes. This means they're peeking and might see you viewing cat videos. I wish they'd mind their own business, Maru is sliding into another box and I can't be bothered. 6. Keep your cell phones on silent. No one does this. No need for a rule. 7. Use common areas for conversations. So, I have to put down the phone that I did silence, pause the latest cat video mashups, go to a perimeter hallway to have a "quiet" conversation with a voice that is one octave below James Earl Jones', so to not disturb people? Ain't happening. The point here is that cat videos are the devil and will eventually get your fired. TOTALLY WORTH IT! DONT'S 1. Yell across cubes. Wasn't this already covered under the indoor voice rule? 2. Sneak up on people. We have carpet and are exposed on one side ... how can we not sneak up? Many people walk around without shoes on. What are they, commandos? 3. Loiter or have conversations outside someone's cube. Really? How is this going to be enforced? Oh yeah, MBWA, Managing By Wandering Around. 4. Cut through cube areas. Wait ... what? So, you finally found who you're looking for and you can't actually walk down that aisle to them? What are you supposed to do, jump up and down while waving your hands to get their attention? They probably have their headset or buds on and not paying attention. Go back to your desk and IM them ... duh. 5. Eavesdrop. Another rule that can't be enforced. You have to have your own back at work. How else do you find out if someone is talking about you? Voices carry. By nature, we humans are curious. By default, we work in such close quarters that eavesdropping is the norm. The walls, floors, desks, ventilation systems all have ears. No one speaks in hushed tones because no one has an indoor voice. 6. Conduct personal grooming. OK, I'm on board with this one. Anyone clipping their nails at their desk should be flogged. It's disgusting ... stop it. That's what home is for. Other grooming atrocities such as applying nail polish remover, refreshing cologne/perfume, popping zits, etc. Pop your zits in the bathroom !!!! 7. Get caught watching cat videos. Duh. It's not breaking the law if you don't get caught but just don't get caught. With the Don'ts list, it seems that common courtesy has been forgotten these days. Some of those are painfully obvious, the rest are unenforceable. I think gentle reminders are a good thing. I also think working in a clean, polite environment is a good thing. Etiquette in itself is a good thing. The biggest problem I see is that we don't use much etiquette at home, I still walk around in my underwear at the house (we're empty nesters so I can get away with it) but probably wouldn't at work. I've threatened to because of archaic dress codes but I like getting paid so I stay dressed. Since our cubes are our home away from home I think etiquette is optional. We are usually on the "best behavior" rule at work. Be professional they say, be cognizant of others they say, stop farting in the general direction of your workmates they say. I'm at home in my cube and I'll break all the unwritten rules. I always excuse myself after a smelly, inaudible fart if pinpointed as the culprit. Else I'll find a convincing way to pass the blame to someone else. NOTE: Right before finishing the Do's entry, I burped into a napkin. It was audible enough for one of my cube farm neighbors to hear it. I excused myself but I must admit I'm quite proud of it. It made me feel like I was home. Source by John Rowles Read the full article

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cutiecrates · 5 years

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Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box July 19

Here we are guys, the Kawaii Box I’ll be reviewing tonight. I’ve had these pictures ready since Sunday but I blame my birthday and the delivery issues for the Lucky Treat as to why it took me almost a week...

Let’s hope the next one is quicker :D

Word of the month: Ryokou - Trip

“Create the best summer vacation ever with this month’s selection of kawaii goodies!“

Happy Day Pill Organizer & Kawaii Candy Wrapper Hairclips

For a summer holiday it can come in handy to have some little necessities with you, especially if they’re really cute ones. Both items are available in other designs/colors on Blippo.com.

First up is this little pill box, featuring a ball chain you can attach to a bag or purse, or even pants or belt loops for easy access to your vitamins or essential medication. I think you could even pack other tiny items, like a handy place to hold small jewelry, ear/nose plugs, contacts (maybe), little hair accessories, etc.

I’ve gotten a few other pill box containers, but they really do come in handy. Not only can I pack the above items, but I’ve also started taking vitamins these past two years, I also have an antibiotic I’m on right now, and I try to keep ibuprofen and stomach medicines on hand for me or others. Because I have a couple it also saves me room in my bed-side table.

So yeah, I’ve been making good use of them.

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Hair care and accessories can also be a necessity, clips provide an easy and quick method of getting hair out of the face. They also look adorable~

These clips are made to resemble wrapped candies or sweets, with a clear resin or plastic on front decorated with various items and a painted back, along with a vibrant semi-translucent clip. The clip quality is nice with little spiked pieces to weave through the hair and securely hold it, and the charm itself isn’t loose or flimsy.

I love their original hair clips (except for those neon nightmare ribbons from a few months ago), and these are very sweet and fun. The candy theme and colorful mix of vibrant and pastels makes them perfect not only for summer, but any occasion!

Aiko Headphone Case

Next up is this adorable Aiko-chan case for... I assume earbuds? It says headphone but I don’t think they would fit in there. Anyway, it features a double-sided image and an attachable pink metal piece so that you can connect this to various items, or you could even loop something else through the strap if you wanted.

The inside is a basic black, with a half-mesh piece on one of the sides. It’s compact but you could definitely fit some decent things in here besides earbuds; like everything I listed above, a hand sanitizier, small makeup items, toothpicks or ear cleaners, mints, candy, a mini notepad or sticky note set, etc.

This is really cute, but I kinda wish the design was more... summery? Like using the one from the booklet cover, which is what they usually do.

Hello Kitty Mermaid Plushie

Now this is what I’m talking about- although... this would have been a better match for the previous months box, with the mermaid items don’t you agree?

This is from a brand or company called Nakajima, and is part of a Sanrio Characters line. It’s officially worth or costs 20 Sanrio points, and I’m pretty sure its based on the much larger Hello Kitty mermaid plushies. I’ve seen a handful of them though so this could just be another catfish in the sea ;3 She has a light pink piece of tulle on her head adorned by a glittery felt star, with the same tulle around the top of the chest, and her tail is light purple with a shimmery, glittery hot pink semi-translucent fin. By the corner of her eye are two stitched stars in matching colors.

The plush is soft in the paws, but the head is more firm, with the tail just slightly softer. She’s well made and she even has a ball chain, so I could attach her to things as well if I wanted and bring her with me~

Icy Pastel Popsicle Pen

As usual we got a fun pen, and these never fail to please when it comes to fun, cuteness, and theme matching. So this month we have a multicolored pastel popsicle-shaped piece attached to the nubbin’ of a pen lid. The pen itself is a plain, thin white tube and there is a fine tip; and as usual it’s available in a few other colors. I love popsicles too, so I made sure to add it to the other pens I enjoy using.

There isn’t really much to say about the pen quality wise, other than the fact it needs a few minutes to dry. The pen can hold a line for a long time (as in, you don’t need to force flowage) and it can dot and write very easy and smooth.

Tiny Party Sparkly Stickers

As usual we also get adorable stickers, and this month we have a set of adorable, glittery, pastel items perfect for not only a fun party during summer or a get-together with friends, but also add a sweet touch to various items- like letters, notes, photo albums, picture frames, etc.

The stickers are “barely puffy“ to give them a 3D look, and what I think is adorable is on the upper corner, where it lists this:

Calories: ???

Enjoyment: 110%

Happiness: 100%

I really like all of the stickers but I think my most favorite are the candy containers, the unicorn cupcake or ice cream, and the jelly desserts.

Happy Nikukyu Polar Bear Gummies

We’ve gotten gummies like these before from Kawaii Box, and in a few other boxes, but usually they are cat or dog themed. To cool down from the warm summer weather, we’re invited to enjoy these chilling polar bear paw gummies, which as you can see are filled with a creamy gel. The bag is re-sealable and the entire bag is 102 calories- which I don’t really think is too bad. If you ate the whole bag it’d be a nice little snack.

I usually like these gummies, and they’ve never been filled before so this was a fun change. I also love soda flavors, and these are very yummy. The cooling effect lasts for a few minutes and is very soothing, it isn’t harsh or minty at all.

Korean DIY Kawaii Bracelet Set

Fun for a rainy day or just a bout of boredom or some time to yourself, we have this cute and colorful jewelry set. It consists of several colorful charms in various shapes and sizes, and it has a long bundled up stretchy string.

I pulled out the more “random charms“ to show you guys, and there was several that I only had one of, like that heart, the flower, the big, that big rose. I had multiple of the heels, but I thought they were so random and cute I couldn’t help but include them. I also noticed a lot of spare little bits of plastic I can’t do anything with, and there was one or two pieces with extra plastic I’ll need to remove before use.

However... I actually kind of like how they look in the little jar, I’m a bit hesitant about using them. I might just leave them as is. But I’ll probably use a couple pieces.

Korean DIY Kawaii Cupcake Set

I’ve done a couple of kits like this before, they’re a lot of fun and I love to see how different they are between each one. I do wish we could have a little more variety kit wise, but because they differ it’s not that bad. Plus there are color variations so you can have a lot of fun making these, then re-using them for re-ment or dolls, or just cutesy displays later.

So as you can see we have two frostings, along with 3 cupcake liners and 3 glasses, and four bottles of deco bits: Styrofoam balls, glittery green stars, fruits and random other canes, and various glittery bits.

Here are 3 I did, including 1 cupcake and 2 drinks. I’ve gone ahead and did another cupcake sometime after this pic, but I still have 2 pieces left over and a little bit of the “frosting“, which is a lot like glue in terms of consistency and feel. When you finish, it has a smooth and puffy texture, but it hardens over time and loses the squishiness.

I believe there would be enough to finish the last 2 pieces, but I’m unsure. The cupcake isn’t entirely frosting, I used spare bits to fill the bottom, a squirt of blue frosting, then filled it in white.

It’s very fun, but I will warn you, from the experience I’ve had with these types of things you definitely want tweezers to use. It will make the job loads easier and less-messy.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5: The items are well-made and really sweet, I like them all.

Theme - 2.5 out of 5: I felt like this could have been a lot better, I want to say at least half of the box was summery vacation themed

Total Rank: 8 out of 10 Cuties. I liked the items a lot, but I didn’t feel excited or super-thrilled with the box either. It was just good, not great or fantastic though, but you can’t please everyone and I still really liked it. The items are cute and colorful, and fun and practical. I can’t help but wonder what Augusts’ box will be like though, since both this one and the June one are both falling short on summer expectations. We’ll just have to wait to find out!

♥Cutie Scale ♥

1. Polar Bear Paw Gummies - These were delicious, I’d recommend them if you ever see them

2. Kawaii Hairclips - As I said above, I love the unique hair accessories we get from Blippo/Kawaii Box, I especially love these ones inspired by food items :3 I’ve worn them a couple of times and I really, really like them.

3. Popsicle Pen - It’s so cute, I just wish the pens tube wasn’t so plain. It’s a little boring, but I can understand the design choice.

4. Sparkly Stickers - I probably won’t use these because of how much I like them. Unless I just find the perfect place for them that is~

5. Pill Organizer - It’s very fun and I love the use of black as a pop of color to the soft pastels. It’s been easy to use and it came in handy freeing up space.

6. Hello Kitty Mermaid - It’s very cute and I’m obsessed with Hello Kitty, I don’t have a mermaid hello kitty, unless you count the large dress-up hello kitty doll I have, who was mermaid themed when I bought her.

7. DIY Bracelet Kit - Same as below, but I’m less-likely to actually touch it right now. I love looking at all the pieces~

8. DIY Cupcake Set - It’s very cute and fun, and relaxing too. But I’ve been there done that.

9. Aiko Case - It’s very cute and small, I won’t be using them for earbuds or headphones but I know I can find a use for it in my bed-side table or purse. I still wish they used the design from the front though...

#cutie reviews #kawaiibox #hello kitty #happy nikukyu

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mischiefandspirits · 7 years

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Roar

Lance met them while surfing just off the coast of Cuba. Hunk met him while helping out at his mothers' restaurant. Pidge met her while solving puzzles with her brother. Shiro met him after leading his soccer team to victory. Keith... Well, Keith had always known her.

Which is why he was completely unsurprised to find out the cats were more than they seemed.

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Part 1: Looking For Mew

High above the skies of earth, far into the stars that surrounded it, an empire celebrated as they conquered yet another planet. Meanwhile, deep in a cave on earth, hidden away in one of the planet’s deserts, four pairs of eyes opened. The yellow orbs met one another, then their owners darted off in different directions.

A short ways off the coast of Cuba, an eight-year-old boy laughed as he watched his cousin fall off her surfboard. He teased the girl before turning to catch his own wave.

He promptly jumped and toppled off his board.

“What the-” he sputtered as he breached the surface. The threw his arms over the board to help him stay up and stared at the cat perched on the nose. He looked around. “How… Where did you come from?”

As if to answer his question, the cat lifted its paw and licked a bit of water off its fur.

“¿Estás bien, primo?” the boy’s cousin asked as she paddled up to him. Her eyes widened when she saw the cat. “¡Es un gatito! Where from?”

“No lo sé. It just showed up.” He pulled himself back up and onto his board.

The cat’s tail twitched, but otherwise it didn't react as its perch rocked and dipped. With his new position, the boy could see that the animal was almost pure white except for the blue-black patches on the top of its head and tail.

It's golden eyes met his own and he found himself reaching towards it.

“¡Podría ser peligroso! ¡Ten cuidado, Lance!” his cousin warned, grabbing his arm.

Lance frowned, but when he looked back at the cat, he felt a warmth blossom through him. “No, it's fine.” He reached out his other hand and cupped the cat’s face. It immediately purred and nuzzled the hand. “See.”

His cousin was still frowning, but she let him go and pulled away.

Lance’s eyes darted up as he saw a wave coming towards them. “Well, I hope you can surf, Blue,” he chuckled as he began paddling.

When the two returned to Lance’s aunt’s house after surfing, he was carrying a sleeping Blue in his arms as his cousin carried the boards. She had done pretty well, though there might have been a few extra scratches on the nose.

“Mama, look!” Lance shouted, catching the attention of both the two women on the porch and the small herd of children in the yard.

Shouts of “Gatito” and “Kitty” sounded out as Lance’s younger siblings and cousins raced over. Blue was awake instantly, hopping down to bask in the children's attention. As Lance made sure the younger kids didn't pull on her fur, his older cousin went over to explain to the women.

“Can we keep her, Mama?” Lance asked and his mother and her cousin soon found themselves surrounded by puppy dog eyes.

The end of summer found Lance sitting on the porch, watching as his father packed their luggage into the car. He stroked Blue’s ears and sniffled. “Sorry you can't come with us, Blue. Mama said it'd be too difficult getting you into the States.”

“Mew.”

Lance pulled a blue scarf out of his pocket and tied it around her neck. “Sonia will take good care of you though, and I'll see you next summer, okay!”

“Mew.”

“Lance, time to go!”

Lance pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head. “Bye Blue.”

He ran off quickly, scrubbing at the tears on his cheeks.

A week later, the nine-year-old froze only a step into his backyard as he caught sight of a white and blue-black cat wearing a blue scarf sitting next to their pond, swatting casually at the fish inside.

“Blue?”

The cat’s ear twitched and she looked up at him.

Lance squealed and ran over to flop down next to her.

“Lance, what’s wrong?” his mother asked, peeking out of the house. Her eyes widened when Lance held up Blue.

“Mama, look who showed up!”

Honestly, considering his past, Lance wasn't as surprised as most would have been to open up his suitcase to find his cat napping amongst his clothes when she should have been thousands of miles away at home.

“Blue!” the fourteen-year-old groaned.

His eyes widened as he heard the door to his Garrison barrack opening and quickly dropped the lid to his suitcase and spun around.

“Hissss!”

At the sound of distress, the nine-year-old boy who had been carrying out the trash paused and looked around. He walked around the corner to see a pair of dogs growling at a crate. The boy could just see a pair of golden eyes peeking through the slats.

“Mewl.”

“Hey, leave them alone!” the boy shouted, waving the trash bag at the dogs. The bag clipped one of them on the snout when they turned to him and they took off.

He set down the bag and knelt down next to the crate. “Hey there, it's okay. You're safe now.” He lifted up the crate a little and peeked underneath. It was silent for a moment then a nose poked out.

The boy pulled back as the crate tipped over and a large cat shuffled forward. It shook the dust off its cream and gold fur and met his eyes.

“Hunk? Where are you?”

“Over here, mom,” Hunk called out, scratching the cat under its chin. He stood up and grabbed the bag. “You wanna come with me?”

The cat stepped forward and nuzzled his leg.

“Alright. Mom’s been wanting a cat. I bet she’ll love you.”

“Sh, Pua, hold still,” Hunk whispered. The fourteen-year-old sighed in relief when he finally reached his barrack. He pulled open the door, then froze when he spotted a Latino boy standing next to one of the two beds in the room.

“H-hey, roommate!” the Latino stuttered.

“Roommate? I thought we got separate rooms,” Hunk whimpered.

“No, you needed to put in a request for those rooms.”

Oh man, I messed up! I'm going to get kicked out before classes even start! Hunk thought. He scrambled for something to say, some way to get out of the situation.

“Um, are you okay, dude?” the other boy asked and Hunk realized Pua had begun squirming again. He could only imagine how weird that would look for the other boy.

“Purr.”

Hunk blushed as he felt something fluffy pop up through his collar and nuzzle his chin.

The Latino’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything a shuffling noise sounded behind him and a face poked around his hip.

“Mur.”

Hunk’s grip loosened in his surprise and Pua squirmed free enough to drop out the front of his shirt. He quickly slammed the door shut as his cat jumped up onto the other boy's bed.

The boys watched in stunned silence as the cats greeted each other.

“So… you snuck your cat in too?”

“More like he snuck himself in. He somehow got into my luggage.”

“Oh… Name’s Hunk.”

“Lance.”

A moment passed.

“I won't tell if you don't.”

“Deal.”

A seven-year-old girl giggled as she played with one of her brother’s puzzle games.

“How are you doing that, Katie?” her brother chuckled, the fifteen-year-old no longer stunned by his sister’s genius.

The girl just continued to laugh as she handed over the completed puzzle. “Again!”

“Okay, but don’t think I'll go easy on you!” he said, rearranging it and being sure to make it harder this time around.

Katie laughed at her brother, but paused when she felt something staring at her. She turned and spotted golden eyes hiding amongst the leaves of their tree. She peeked over at her brother, who was focused on the puzzle, then stood up and ran over to the tree. Slowly, she started climbing up.

“Katie? Oh my gosh! Katie, get down from there!”

The girl pushed past a group of branches and gasped when she caught sight of the eyes’ owner. She moved to get closer, but a hand wrapped around her ankle.

“Maaaatt! Let me gooooo!”

“Katie, stop. You could get hurt. Come down.”

“But there's a cat up here!”

“If there's a strange animal up there then that just means you need to get away even more.”

“It's not a strange animal. It's a cat!”

“If you don't know the cat, then that makes it a strange animal. And you don't know any cats!”

“But…” Katie looked up at the cat.

It stared down at her for a moment before standing. Gracefully, it bounded from branch to branch until it collided with the girl’s chest.

“Woah,” she huffed at she lost her balance and fell into her brother's waiting arms.

“Katie, are you okay?” Matt asked, but the girl just laughed and pet the cat in her arms. It was a shiny silver color with just the faintest tinge of green mixed into the darker coloration on its back.

“I'm naming you… Chip.”

“Ka-Katie! Don't name it!”

“We’re keeping her!” Katie hissed, glaring at her brother. “And her name is Chip.”

“I…” Matt sighed. “Whatever. Mom and dad can deal with you.”

“Dad. Matt.”

Chip purred, nuzzling her fourteen-year-old friend.

Katie -- no, not Katie, Pidge -- smiled down at the cat and scratched behind her ears. “Don't worry, we’ll find them.”

“Mrow.”

“Yeah, together. Since you somehow managed to sneak into my barrack,” she chuckled, turning back to her gear. “You're lucky I don't have a roommate.” When she didn't get a response, Pidge turned to see Chip’s tail disappearing into her pack.

Shrugging, the girl pulled her headphones back on and closed her eyes. She let herself get so focused on the sounds of alien chatter, she almost didn't notice when someone pulled one of the ear pads away from her ear.

“You come up here to rock out?”

“Bye, Shiro!”

“See you next weekend!”

“Yeah, see you, space man! We’re gonna kick those spoiled Jays butts!”

Shiro laughed and waved as his friends and teammates drove off.

I'm going to miss this, the seventeen-year-old thought as he adjusted the strap of his soccer bag on his shoulder and turned to head up the path to his house. Next year I'll be an official cadet. Won't have any time for summer soccer tournaments then. And then there’s Angel…

“Meow.”

Shiro turned at the sound to see a large cat perched on the short wall bordering the yard, it's silver fur and golden eyes seeming to glow in the moonlight as a sharp contrast to the pitch black stripes swirling across its body.

“Hey, you're the cat from the soccer field, aren't you?” the boy asked. Tonight had been the first time since the start of summer that Shiro hadn't spotted the cat lounging around near the field, watching the players. “What are you doing here?”

The cat didn't so much as twitch.

“Okay.” He turned back to his house again, but paused at a chirp.

He looked over to see the cat hopping down from the wall. It pranced over and wound itself around his legs.

“Well, hello to you too,” Shiro chuckled. He reached down to pet the cat.

It purred and nuzzled him for a moment before darting off into the bushes.

“Um… Bye?”

Shiro stretched as he stepped off the Garrison shuttle. He quickly got out of the way of the others exiting and headed over to grab his luggage.

“Mo-ow.”

Shiro chuckled and looked up to see Ryou lying atop the Garrison’s outer wall. “Hey, I see you made it here alright.”

The cat met his eyes for a second then turned and disappeared over the other side of the wall.

Shaking his head, he grabbed his bags. He wasn't at all surprised by Ryou’s behavior. Although he usually saw the cat at least once every other day, more often than not he only appeared long enough to check up on him or mess with Merla. His friends liked to tease that Ryou was “a mother cat checking up on her kitten.”

The twenty-three-year-old shouldered his bags and headed inside. After dropping off his luggage, he left towards the academy barracks.

Time to see how Keith's settling in.

Shiro tracked down the boy’s room -- a private barrack, he noted with a sigh -- and knocked on the partially open door.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Mew.”

Shiro looked up at the noise and chuckled. “You know Ryou, one of these days I’m going to figure out how you sneak in here.

Giving a soft sad noise, the cat hopped up into his lap and slumped down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

He repeated the noise and nuzzled his leg.

“Aw, did you hear about the trip? Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long.”

The cat looked up at him with sad yellow eyes.

“You’ll see, I’ll be back from Kerberos before you know it.”

Slumping down again, Ryou dug his claws lightly into Shiro’s pants.

Keith sighed as he rested on the top of the shack. “Do you think Shiro’d be disappointed in me? I mean, he wasted all that time on me, and then I went and tossed everything away the moment he died. And now I’m running around the desert like a nutjob with a pair of cats as my only means of socialization.”

Ryou purred and nuzzled the fifteen-year-old’s hand.

“Thanks, though considering you’re part of the problem that really isn’t helpful.”

Crazy.

Merla gave a yawn and turned over in her sleep. Ryou hissed at her.

Suddenly, both cats jerked up into sitting positions, ears twitching and alert.

“What’s wrong?” Keith asked, sitting up.

The two turned, looking up in the sky and Keith followed their gaze. Something was heading towards the ground, too high to be a plane, too large to be an ordinary meteor.

“Showtime,” Keith said and the three got off the roof. “Stay here.”

What?

Merla gave a yowl, but Ryou shoved her until she followed him into the shack. Keith jumped onto his bike and took off in the direction the object was falling.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #Cat of a Different Color

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roommateofmyimagination-blog · 7 years

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Valentine’s Origin’s

❤Valentine❤

“Why don’t you go back into the closet you queer,” Day in and day out it’s the same. The same group of stupid boys that decide that they’re better than the rest of us. Yes, they have good looking bodies, yes I am homosexual. But it’s not like they know that. I keep myself under check every day. I keep my real self under a blanket that no one can pull off. He and his group start laughing at me as I working on my locker combination. I can’t take it anymore. It’s my senior year of high school, I should be enjoying these last few months. I’ve gotten into the university of my dreams; I don’t want this to continue. One of the boys comes over to my side and slams my locker shut on me right after I get it opened.

"What are you going to do about it, Valentine?" He snickered.

My body starts shaking. I can’t take this anymore. “Aww look, is the little queer going to start crying?”

"I'm done. Yes, I am homosexual, no you don't have to keep pointing it out. I'm getting sick and tired of this, year in and out since childhood you've picked on me. First, it was because of my hair, then it was because I like art, and now you've resorted to name-calling when you didn't even know if I was actually gay or not. You need to stop this demeaning name calling. We have two weeks left of school then you never have to see my face again if you don't come to the ten-year reunion. But by that time, you'll be wearing the clothes that have my name on them. So, just keep in mind who your mean to in high school. They can easily rise above you and prove you wrong in the future," My little speech, makes them go silent. My outburst drew a crowd. I brushed them stunned boys hand off my locker and worked on my combination once again.

I grab my stuff that I need for my homework out of my locker and place it in my bag and don’t look at them as I swing one strap over my shoulder and close my locker, “Oh and don’t worry, your personalities are so ugly I don’t even give you a second glance, so you don’t have to worry about me eyeing you,” I wave my hand and walk away from them and the small crowd.

“I’m so proud of you!” My best friend Donna jumped on my back once I was out the main doors to our high school, “You did so amazing standing up to them like that. I thought I was going to have to come in and knock some heads,” She laughs with glee.

“Really, because I feel like I’m going to pass out,” I laugh sheepishly placing a hand on my head.

“But you did great! You can’t pass out. You’re so much stronger than them. Well, not physically stronger than them, but that took a hell of a lot of guts to stand up to them,” She said trying to cheer me up. Donna is the only one that I told before my little outburst that I’m gay. I haven’t even told my parents.

She let go of my shoulders and hooked her arm through mine as we walked home. We’re neighbors and best friends. I’ve told her everything., “Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

“Of course! Are you excited that we’re almost done with high school! I personally can’t wait to get out and start college!” She exclaims pumping her free arm. We’re not attending the same college. But we did promise that we would keep in touch as much as we could. I’m going to a college that’s known for its art and has an amazing fashion design program. But, I won’t be starting that still my sophomore year. I’m okay with that, though I want to be able to learn what I can before I get to design. Even though I have so many ideas in mind.

“I am excited. I can’t wait to get started and get out of the house. I scored a room by myself so I don’t have to worry about someone else,” I told her.

“But then you won’t get out there and meet new people,” He huffed at me.

"I'll get out there, I promise. I have to go through foundations, so for the first year, I'd rather not be stressed out by a roommate," I sigh as Donna pulls off my arm.

“You better promise,” She warned.

“I promise,” I put up a hand.

"So by the end of your sophomore year, you'll have a boyfriend to bring home for me to love!" W-what? Wait? I didn’t agree to that.

"B-but Donna," I stutter but she laughs and runs down her driveway.

I wave them head to my house. Mom’s home and she’s making cookies, “Welcome home dear.”

"Hi, mom," I yell back to her taking off my shoes. I’m on a roll today, so I might as well tell her. “Hey mom, can I tell you something?” I question walking into the kitchen with my bag.

“Of course sweetie,” She stopped pulling the cookies off the tray and turned around so she was looking at me with her normal smile.

“I um…” I tuck some of my red hair behind my head, “I’m gay, I like guys,” I feel my face heat up as I look down at my feet.

“Oh, sweetie, I was wondering when you were going to come and tell me,” She said and I look back up at her shocked.

“You, you knew?” I ask.

“Sweetheart, you can’t hide it from me, I’m your mother. It also doesn’t help that you have male model magazines that you forgot to hide in your room,” mom said and I slapped myself in the forehead.

I felt like I forgot to do something before I left today.

“Right,” I chuckle a bit and mom comes around the island and hugs me. I hug her back and help her in the kitchen. Dad comes home and I can’t bring myself to tell him. So, I don’t as long as mom knows, I can worry about dad’s reaction when the time comes. Finals week comes and goes in a blur and so does graduation. I work at my summer job in a clothing store as much as I can. Picking up tips and tricks along the way. Donna and go to a couple of conventions over the summer and I make our costumes.

Summer came and went in a blink of an eye and soon I was moving into my dorm room and classes were starting. Foundations were hell. There are a lot more people who are accepting of whatever orientation you are. It was nice, but there were those who I wanted to slap. They made it difficult to concentrate on work and they didn't give a damn about their grades. They looked at college as an excuse to be away from their parents and go to parties. They were probably getting free rides. And surprisingly, I wasn't really into anyone in my foundations class or any of my other classes. Yeah, there was some pretty good eye candy, but no one who wowed me. No one who really, caught my attention. It’s not really on my agenda to have a boyfriend right now. School is so much more important.

It’ll be fun they say; give it a chance they say. You’ll make an amazing fashion designer one day, they say. Well, mom, dad, have you ever felt so small that you’re like a speck of dust in the wind? Shaking my head back and forth quickly I slap my cheeks as I stare at myself in the mirror, “No, no thinking those thoughts Val, you can do this. You’re going to make mom and dad proud. You’re here doing what you love, you can do it!” I jump as a huge crack of thunder claps just outside my window. But having to go across campus to the studio in this weather…I hate thunderstorms, as beautiful as they are. Good thing I got a dorm to myself. People would think I’m crazy. Also, I don’t know how another guy would feel dorming with someone who’s homosexual. I'm lucky enough that I was able to snag a single room. And it's really rare because I'm a freshman. But my freshmen year is almost over and I have to wait for room signups because of the stupid lottery system this college has, "Do I bring my umbrella?" I mutter to myself. If I bring my umbrella, then it's going to be like a lightning rod in my hand and I could get struck by lightning. I know it's not raining right now, but it could start…no, I'll be fine without it. I grab my backpack and toss it over my shoulder. Make sure I have my key to my dorm and ID then out the door I go.

So, close to final crits, and the art show. I can’t wait to start working on fashion and costume design next year. But first, I need to conquer this mountain that is foundations. “After I make it through foundations I’m one step closer to my dream,” I said to myself confidently as I walk down the hall.

It’s kinda quiet in the studio. There's another kid with burnet hair and his headphones in working on his final project. But I think he's in the other group for the foundation's group. I haven't seen him before. He looks cute. His hair is clipped back showing off his piercings in his ear and his headphones in. He looks like he’s the bad boy type. Ripped jeans, paint stained t-shirt, and black boots. I wonder what his final project is. I walk over to him and look at his painting. We all have our own interpretation of a self-portrait. His is a silhouette standing in the sunset walking down a beaten-up path. Oh, wow.

“What do you want?” I asked me and I looked down at him.

“Oh, I was just looking at your final project. It’s very beautiful, I’m sure you’ll get an amazing grade on it,” I comment with a smile.

“Thanks,” He mumbled looking away from me. I notice his bracelet and it has a little bat charm on it.

“I like your charm, it’s really cute. I’m more of a cat person myself, but there are some bats that are really cute,” I comment, but he doesn’t look at me.

“Don’t you have a final project to be working on there, cupcake?” Obviously, he doesn’t want to talk.

“I do, but I figured I would come see what you were up to. We’re in different sections of foundations, so I wanted to see your work,” I answer and step away from him and do a little spin, “Maybe if you get hungry we could go get something to eat together. We can complain to each other about how much stress we’re under,” I offer to him opening my arms out.

“No thanks,” Ouch. It feels like an arrow strikes my heart.

“Oh, well, if you change your mind, I’ll be right over here,” I keep a smile on my face and point over at my canvas, “Feel free to pop over and see what I’m doing. I don’t think it’s as good as yours, but I would love to know your opinion on it!” I gotta keep positive. That’s the key. I wander over to my canvas and sit down. My self-portrait just an interpretation of myself holding a sewing needle and a pencil behind my ear. I’m happy with how it’s turning out. I’m sure that it’ll get ripped to shreds but I don’t care. I’ll take the good crits and positive suggestions to heart. I haven’t let people get to me all year, I’m not going to let them start now! I got to work and lost track of time. It was almost nine at night by the time I realized I had been there working on my project for five hours. The other guy was nowhere to be found, and I’m the only one that’s left in the room. I clean my stuff and head out.

“Of course it’s raining,” I sigh, At least it’s stopped thundering and lighting. I walked out into the pouring rain and start back towards my dorm. Something that’s white catches my eye and I look in the direction that I saw it go. What was that? I walk over to the trash bin and get on my knees, I've already soaked anyways so it doesn't matter. A kitten? The poor little thing is shivering and drenched. "Hey, come here pretty kitty," I slowly stick my hand out for it to come to me, "Do you want to get out of the rain too and get dried off?" The kitten stares at me and then finally creeps towards my hand and rubs against it. I pull the kitten out from under the dumpster and tuck it in my arms shielding it as best as I can and running back to my dorm.

I somehow manage to make it back to my dorm without anyone seeing the cat in my arms. The poor thing is shivering. I set the little kitten on the rug in the center of my room and go to my closet and grab my spare towel. “I’ll get you all dried up,” I mutter to the kitten. It doesn't fight or tries to bite me as I dry it. It's a giant fluff ball after I'm done and I can't help but giggle. "There we go."

It shakes and meows at me, “You’re so flipping cute,” I pick it up and tap my nose to the kitten’s nose.

Suddenly there’s a loud pop and a cloud of smoke covers me. I start coughing and waving my hand in front of my face praying that the smoke doesn’t set off the fire alarm, “Well, I would have to say you’re pretty flipping cute yourself,” A women’s voice rang in my ears.

The smoke clears and in front of me there’s a naked woman with long, straight white hair that’s draped over her shoulders are barely covering her rather large breasts that are being pressed together creating a deep cleavage between her arms. She's on her hands and knees as her bright yellow eyes are staring at me with lust.

“W-w-w-w-w-w-why are you naked? And where did you come from???” I panic and quickly back away from the strange naked women.

“Oh, sweetie, you were calling me cute a minute ago,” She pouted and crawled towards me, “Why are you so panicky?”

“Y-you’re naked in my room, How the hell did you get in here? And where did the kitten I picked up go?” My back hit the wall, I can’t go anywhere.

“You’re not blushing or having an erection, so that means your hormones are under control,” She purred not answering my questions at all.

“I-I’m gay, I’m not interested in the female body,” I put my foot up, “Now, don’t come any closer,” I warned, but she keeps coming and my foot slides between her breasts, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I panicked pulling my foot away but then she grabbed my ankle with a hell of a lot stronger grasp than I thought she would have, "W-what are you doing? Let go of my ankle!"

“I’ve never placed a magic charm on an ankle before. You’re gonna be my first for a lot of things! What’s your name?” The woman asks as she slides her hand that’s clutching my ankle to my foot and running her fingers on her free hand around my ankle.

“I-It’s Valentine, Valentine Hicks,” I answer her question, “Can I at least get your name? Because obviously, you’re not explaining anything to me.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a magical cat, I don’t answer questions because I don’t want to,” She purred and a red ring from where she traced her fingers appeared on my ankle. It then formed into an anklet with a cat charm on it, “My name is Aerowen and congratulations on being my new partner darling~”

“I’m so confused, and can you please put some clothes on. I don’t care if it’s just a sweater or something but please. I don’t need someone walking in here and seeing a naked woman,” I hissed at her.

She giggled and poofs once more, when the smoke clears the little white kitten is sitting on the floor and her tail is slowly swishing back and forth, “I presume you enjoy this form much more then. I’ll keep that in mind Val darling,” This is just a fucking anime. Am I in an anime or something? Maybe I’m having some sort of crazy dream? This little kitten that I found soaking wet under a dumpster is a magical cat that just turned into a woman and put an anklet on me. “You must me freezing, how about you go get warmed up then I’ll explain things to you,” She blinked slowly at me as she continued to swish her tail, “Unless you would like to just get under the covers and I can transform again and warm you up with my body heat.”

“No thank you. I would prefer you not transform unless you have clothes on next time around,” I frown at her and stand up. I walk around the room and grab my other towel and a new change of clothes, “Does this thing come off?” I ask pointing down at my ankle.

“Why of course not darling, you’re bound by that anklet,” she chirps as she jumps up on my bed.

“What am I bound by?” I asked her.

“Oh, don’t frown at me. You’re a magical boy now, you should be thrilled!” she just sounds so happy and pleased with herself.

“Why am I a magical boy???” Don't get me wrong, it's always been a childhood dream to be one, but that's only stuff that you see in fairy tales and anime.

“Because darling, you’re pure of heart, and with being pure of heart is why I decided to put you to the test and you passed with flying colors! Now go get washed up before you catch a cold,” She waved her paw at me shooing me out of my own dorm room.

I roll my eyes and leave my room closing the door behind me, “I must be hallucinating or something, maybe a shower will help,” I grumble to myself and go to the bathroom that’s just down the hall. Thankfully one of the stalls are open and I’m able to go right on in. The water feels nice and warms my body. I was freezing, but I was more worried about the kitten and then all that happened that I forgot that I was actually cold. Stupid cold rain. It was nice and relaxing, but I had to get out. Quickly drying off and getting changed into my pajama pants and my plain blue t-shirt I head back down the hall and to my room.

“Welcome back,” So it wasn’t a dream.

"Are you going to explain things to me then?" I asked her as I walk to my closet and place my wet clothes on the edges of the basket so they'll dry, then hang my towel up on it the hanger.

"After you go and brush your teeth, of course, ~" What is she, my mother?

“Fine,” I sigh heavily and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste then back out the dorm I go to the bathroom and I brush my teeth. After that’s done it’s back to my room and I lock my door, “There, now can we talk about just what the heck you did to me?” I put my toothbrush and toothpaste away, turn off my light, and crawl into bed.

“You are now a magical boy who can transform into a magic form that you’ll use to fight against evil and cure people of their negative emotions,” She said. I just sat there in bed and blinked down at the kitten that’s laying on the bed, her white coat shining in the moonlight.

"You're joking, right? Why you someone like me fight against evil? And is there even a thing as monsters?" I question.

“Of course there are monsters. There are other magic boys and girls out in the world with their own magic partners. There are some that are chosen for evil purposes though and feed off others negative emotions and turns them into evil magic users. These evil magic users also have a magic partner. With the help of their magic partner, the human can sense others negative emotions and use it to cause havoc in the world. Our goal is to find these evil magic users and break their contracts. But be warned the stronger the magic partner the more difficult it will be to break their bond. The same goes for us, my dear Valentine." My head is spinning, “Too much too fast dear?”

“So I have to, break another magic user’s charm if they’re evil? Is that pretty much the sum of it?” I question as I lay down on the bed and get under the covers.

“That pretty much sums it up,” She agreed as I feel her walk up towards my pillows and lays down next to my spare pillow.

“Is there a way to not break the charm, but instead change them over to the good side?” I stare at my ceiling.

“Hm, that I’m not quite sure. No one has ever asked me that question before, but you’re also the first boy that I’ve ever made a contract with. So, we’ll see how this goes,” She stated before a yawn.

“You realize if I get caught with a cat in my room I’m going to get in huge trouble,” I mention looking over at her.

“Don’t worry, I have it covered. I wouldn’t do anything to make you get in trouble, you should trust me from time to time~”

“From time to time?” I question her but she doesn’t say another word to me, “Why am I the first boy? Do you like women more?”

“Darling, you’re tired just go to sleep.”

“But I want answers,” I whine not wanting to go to bed till I have my questions answered.

"I told you that you're pure of heart is why I chose you. And you're the first boy because I normally choose girls. I just love their little frilly magical outfits them end up with. But I'm very curious as to what yours will be. But I'll teach you how to activate it tomorrow. It is Saturday so you don’t have classes correct?”

“Have you been talking me?”

“Only a little, now get some rest sweetie.” I sigh and turn my back to Aero and stare at the wall across the room. I hear her purring shortly after and I close my eyes trying to relax. So, I now have a pet talking cat, who’s actually a woman with magical powers, and put a magic charm bracelet on my ankle that won’t come off and that bounds me to her and can turn me into a magic user. This is so coooolllll!!!!! Ahhh!! I feel like I’m in an anime!! I brought my knees in closer to my body as my face heats up a little and a smile spreads across my lips. This is going to be the start of a very fun college life.

#roommateofmyimagination #OCs #Story #origins #magicboy

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