#and i'm still here at the house taking care of all the animals and stuff

[aloesarchives]

JJK Drabble #2

Tw/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Fluff, Fluff Brainrot, Domesticity, Family Man Toji, Usage of Wife and Mom, JJK Oc added

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Reader: Female, Usage of Wife and Mom

AU: Modern/"Toji Lives" Au

(A/N): I'm back! Well, kinda of. Long story short, dealt w/college stuff and had a health scare that kept me away from writing. Also had a mini burnout too. More is explained here!

Thinking about Toji taking up crocheting and knitting because he saw how expensive yet cheaply made certain items like blankets are made. So he buys a simple set to try it out, following Youtube tutorials and watching videos for ideas. Once he masters the basics, Toji is LOCKED IN once again. Making full on hand-made blankets, scarves, hats, mittens/gloves, stuffed animals, covers/cases, bags, scrunchies, even damn rugs. Anything you ask him for, he’ll make it. This ends up being very practical to Toji because he saves so much money by just making them at home himself. It has to be the premium, natural, good quality type. Organic cotton, wool, cashmere, alpaca/llamas, silk, linen, mohair, bamboo, hemp, all of that. Tell him about polyester or something and he tells you to put that shit back. He buys the premium yarn nearby, locally, or gets them imported internationally. Gets every and any colors because he never wants to be limited when making his projects.

There was a throw blanket you wanted for the couch but it was expensive and the size was a lot smaller than you hoped. The next day, you come home to see Toji making it for you. The same color but better quality and inexpensive, and it was the size you wanted too. You were happy and amazed that he made it within a day. Living off your praise and approval, Toji just makes everything. Since he can’t get carpal tunnel or arthritis, his hands and wrists never get tired from working. Though, his posture does get bad and his back aches from being hunched over. The blanket in your bedroom with Toji? He made that shit with fucking love and care. He actually made multiple ones depending on the weather and season. 

Man has even made throw pillows, regular pillows, water bottle cases, table cloths, coasters, bags, cushions, and made your own curtains. I mentioned before that everything in your home was either made, customized, or renovated by Toji. This stays TRUE because almost all the pillows and blankets in the house are his creation. The blankets and pillows that cover Megumi and Tsumiki’s beds? All Toji. Both pillows and blankets match each other and are in respective colors for the two. Megumi has one at his dorm because it gets cold over there and he hates sleeping in the cold. 

If you are a stuffed animal fiend, like me, you ask Toji to make you any stuffed animal you want. Definitely make squishmallow dupes for you if you asked him. In your personal room/office, there’s a pile of stuffed animals in the corner from Toji that you pluck one from the pile and hold it while relaxing or walking around the house. The ones he loves to make are bees, dragons, whales, dolphins and dogs. And they’re so soft and huggable, you squeeze them all the time. Toji just grins to himself knowing the things he makes brings you and the kids happiness.

Toji “Anything my wife wants, my wife gets. No questions asked” Fushiguro

It’s normal for you to come home to see Toji crocheting/knitting away at something. You either find him in three places at home: the engawa in front of the courtyard and garden, the family room with the shoji doors open, or in his personal room/office. Mostly, he sits outside sitting on the engawa working away at something. It makes him work better, or so he says. Makes his own needles and hooks because of his big hands. Megumi still has his crocheted stuffed puppy when he was younger, still going strong even though it’s been worn down from love. Tsumiki has all the Sanrio characters knitted/crocheted as gifts from Toji.

Tsumiki always wears her hair up in a ponytail, Toji makes her scrunchies in her favorite designs and colors. Her favorite cardigans and pullover sweaters that keep her warm during fall and winter were made by Toji because he wanted to try making outerwear. Luckily it worked in his favor. Tsumiki asked Toji if he could make her a tote bag because she needed a bag for outings. She comes home from school one day to see three of them in different sizes. She has those cute little flower keychains on her school bag and outing bags too because she asked Papa Toji for them. The massive white and blue circle rug in her room is from Toji.

Megumi’s winter scarf, earmuffs, and hat are made by Toji too. Megumi will never admit it out loud but he appreciates that Toji made it for him. They keep him and he doesn’t feel the wind chills nipping at his face. Megumi also appreciates his dad for making his stuffed animals. I’m projecting here but Toji made a set of plush stuffed animals after his shadows. His divine dogs, all of them. Megumi keeps them on his stuffed animal net in the top corner above his bed. Megumi wears a jacket and hoodie made by Toji all year round because of how versatile they are. In general, they’re Megumi’s favorite clothes to wear too.

Thinking about asking Toji to make a present for Nobara and Yuuji on their birthdays. You asked Nobara what her favorite color and style was while Yuuji said he wanted a new hoodie. Toji makes them pretty fast and the two are in love with their gifts. Nobara is wearing her bag EVERYWHERE, and I mean, EVERYWHERE she goes. Yuuji, like Megumi, ends up loving his hoodie that you always see him wear when he’s in casual clothes. Since Nanako and Mimiko grew up with Megumi and Tsumiki, one of Nanako’s cardigans and a pair of her socks are made by Toji while Mimiko only has a random plushie Toji made for her when she was younger because Suguru had to clean the other one.

Not me thinking about how Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi(JJK OC) baby blankets are handmade by Toji himself with their own individual design and patterns. Megumi and Tsumiki’s are still in good condition even though they were lovingly used by the two throughout their whole life. Their baby hats, socks, and certain outfits were all made by him. He keeps them all in individual boxes to not lose them. Gets sentimental and nostalgic that you catch him staring as he holds the small clothes in his big hands. Reminiscing about Megumi and Tsumiki being babies and small children, now realizing that they are growing up before his eyes.

God, all of it is thoroughly well knitted and crocheted that people thought you bought it from a store. “No, actually my husband made it for me. Isn’t he skillful and amazing?” Your friends and co-workers lowkey ask you if Toji is willing to take commissions for them. They’ll pay for it obviously but they want good quality home-made items Toji makes which gives you an idea. You asked Toji if he considered making orders for other people besides his family. He did think about it but he said he would get overwhelmed when receiving orders and packing them up. You asked him if dealing with the orders and packaging them would help him change his mind. So you unintentionally set up a small business with Toji. His shop consists of blankets, bags and baskets of any kind, pot holders, rugs, coverings, and pillows. It runs where one week is for receiving orders, one month is for making them, and another month to send them out. Making a spreadsheet/list for Toji to show what he needs to make. Probably gets finished with all the orders in two weeks or something.

For some reason, Toji wears eye-glasses when he knits and crochets. You don’t know why but it makes him more handsome that your brain rots/short circuits every time you see him working away. He got you all flustered and down bad it’s insane(but absolutely valid). But you don’t understand why he would need them since he already has better vision and eye-sight than 99% of the population.

“Honey, since when do you need glasses?”

“I need it so I don’t strain my eyes when working on them?”

“Can you, like, squint? You already have 20/10 vision. You don’t need glasses when you have superhuman vision, Baby.”

“Doll, just because I have good eye-sight doesn’t mean my eyes aren’t as sensitive. My eyes are still bugged by light, shit hurts and gives me headaches. Anyway, can you pass me the blue yarn in front of ya?”

Megumi and Tsumiki always see you with their Toji. You’re chilling and minding your own business with their baby sister napping away while Toji is working away at a rug because he is bored. Even though he’s been doing this since they were young, the two still can’t get over how their dad can make a king-sized blanket(start to finish) in four hours. Or when they come home from school and see Toji finishing up on a big and long green dragon, turning to Megumi and Tsumiki asking them, “Do you two think your mom would like this?” Or they could be chilling then Toji asks them to try on the projects he finished to see how they look. Tsumiki and Megumi are his main critics, you are too but you aren’t bothered by certain details to criticize Toji’s projects so he leaves it to the kids.

Mayumi(JJK OC) is chilling by Toji as he’s working away, either sleeping away or playing with her stuffed animals close within sight. Being the three year old she is, she sometimes hides underneath the unfinished blankets and pops up from under to surprise Toji. Papa Toji gives his iconic DILF chuckle that has you  GEEKING and GIGGLING like a damn school girl when you get the chance to hear it every time. He just pats her head, calling her a little rascal or princess, then resumes.

I’m projecting once again but you know those cute crochet dolls? Like the ones with the big black eyes, big head, small body, and no mouth? Toji made those of the entire family. There’s one of himself in his iconic black compression shirt, white sweatpants, and kung fu slippers. He added a little scar too where his mouth would be. Then there is your’s, all pretty and pristine with your iconic outfit. Toji getting your colors and features down to the bone. Next is Megumi and Tsumiki, literal carbon copies of their real versions. Toji said Megumi’s hair was the hardest part to make lol. Then Mayumi’s doll is later added once she’s born. The mini Fushiguro Doll set sits on the top shelf of a pristine black display case, next to the tv, in the family room. 

He’s the type of guy you wouldn’t expect to be good at a skill like this then later found out he’s an absolute master and god among men. Toji doesn’t parade around craftsmanship because he knows how some guys have fragile egos. But he won’t shy away when people ask him about his work. Pulls out his phone to show people the things he made with two needles, one crochet hook, and a shit load of yarn.

Satoru, being the shitter he is, tries to tease and bully Toji about it. To which you reprimand and scold him for it. But Toji doesn’t care about dealing with his antics because it’s a practical skill and keeps him out of trouble. Then you remind Satoru that his winter scarf he always wears was made, the one you gifted him for his 18th birthday, was made by Toji at your request. Satoru never wore any scarf because he thought you made it for him. But for you to tell him Toji actually made it for him, Satoru shuts himself up and doesn’t shit on Toji anymore.

Toji loves it when his family uses/wears the things that he made. Usually wears a goofy smile or grin on his face to conceal his prideful yet satisfied self, knowing his creations are appreciated and loved by his family.

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[cuubism]

Physical Therapy, Part 8

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A few days later, Hob goes to Dream’s old flat. He wanted to go immediately, but he needed time to calm himself. If he went to confront Dream’s ex immediately, he’d be too likely to do something inadvisable out of anger.

Truthfully, he’s still so angry.

He can control himself, though. So he knocks on the door, instead of taking it off its hinges.

Dream’s ex-boyfriend opens the door with an annoyed look on his face. But jumps back, startled, at the sight of Hob. He recognizes Hob, then. Good.

“I’m here for Dream’s things,” he says. No need to prolong this with pleasantries.

“His things?” says the ex, with disdain, like Dream’s possessions mean nothing to him. “Why? He’ll come back anyway. Eventually.”

“No, he won’t.”

Ex-boyfriend leans against the door frame, smirking. Maybe Hob should have just punched him. “You going to stop him?”

Hob takes a deep, long breath. No. He actually wouldn’t try to stop him. He’s not going to force Dream to do anything. He’d try to convince him otherwise, though. And if he can be a good enough boyfriend, then maybe Dream will never feel the need to go back to some horrible place, looking for love.

“I don’t try to make people stay in my house,” he snaps. “His things. Now. You think I won’t punch you again?”

So much for being calm.

For the first time, that smirking look slips. “It’s all worthless anyway,” he says.

Hob grits his teeth. The stupidest thing is, even for someone who doesn’t care about Dream himself, Dream’s art is objectively not worthless. Hob had looked it up once. Dream’s paintings sell for thousands of pounds. Sometimes tens of thousands. It’s not just Dream’s passion that he’s so jealous and disparaging about, but his livelihood, his basic ability to support himself.

“Are you going to let me take it?” he says. “Or are we going to have a problem?”

Ex-boyfriend looks annoyed—and uncomfortable?—but finally just gestures Hob in. “Fine. Whatever.”

Inside, the flat is… kind of cold. It’s not homey. He can’t imagine Dream living here; he can barely imagine Dream living in his own flat, which is likewise utterly empty of decoration. But there are spots on the wall, here, that are empty in a more conspicuous way. Like Dream’s art might once have hung there.

Hob doesn’t know the entirety of what he’s looking for, but he thinks he’ll be able to identify most of Dream’s things by sight. And indeed—with Dream’s ex trailing him like an irritable ghost—he finds some of what must be Dream’s clothes in the closet, and Dream’s sketchbooks and books and paperwork all stacked in boxes. Like they’d been on their way out.

So much for “he’s definitely coming back.”

Dream’s ex doesn’t stop him as he packs stuff up and gathers it by the door. But as Hob looks at what he’s managed to collect, there’s obviously something missing. Pieces that were still drying and pieces that were too large to carry, Dream had said, when speaking of what he'd left behind.

“Where’s the rest of his art?”

Now ex-boyfriend does look uncomfortable. A sinking feeling settles in Hob’s stomach. “Why would I keep that shit, anyway? I told you, it’s worthless."

“It’s not worthless,” Hob snaps, but this time his voice breaks. He scrubs a hand through his hair. Looks at the empty spaces on the wall.

He tries to imagine what happened. Did he just toss it all? Coldly? Methodically? No, Hob doesn’t think so. If he had he would have just gotten rid of the rest of Dream’s stuff, too.

What he can imagine is a fit of rage, with his real target, Dream, having fled, and only the supposed distraction, his life’s work, left behind.

Dream's ex-boyfriend is watching him warily. He seems nervous about what Hob might do, like Hob is an unpredictable animal. Good. Maybe he'll understand how Dream's felt. “You got what you came for,” he says. “Just go.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to decide if I'm going to kill you first.”

Dream’s ex takes a startled step back. And Hob really, really wants to just fucking bash this guy’s head in. But he has to restrain himself. Not just because he doesn’t want to get arrested for assault, though that’s also better avoided.

No. It’s really that he doesn’t want to be another violent man in Dream’s life.

As satisfying as it was to throw that first punch in Dream’s defense, making it physical now would be a different matter. If he shows that he’s capable of resorting to real violence to get what he wants, or to punish someone for something, Dream is always going to have that in the back of his head when he looks at him. There will always be a tiny corner of his brain harboring the fear that that impulse could turn on him.

He’s already kind of pushing boundaries by being here at all, and only getting away with it because Dream didn’t actually tell him not to go, just that he himself didn’t want to. God his blood is heated and this asshole definitely deserves to be taught a lesson but it’s not worth putting a crack in Dream’s trust in him.

“You’re lucky I care more about what he thinks of me,” he finally says. Then he gathers all of Dream’s stuff, and makes himself leave. Dream’s ex, wisely, doesn’t say anything else as he goes.

—

Dream is in the middle of trying to paint when Hob arrives. Or rather, in the middle of staring at a canvas, wishing he could paint. He’d bought a large canvas in the hopes that he might try to do something in his old style, something more detailed and precise. But he’s been too intimidated by the prospect to even begin mixing colors.

He keeps finding himself staring at all the empty space in his flat, at walls that should be hung with art. But he doesn’t have any of his large pieces left. They were all sold prior to… the incident… or left behind. He only has the smaller ones that were in his portfolio.

He’s been finding himself regretting selling those pieces. He had never been bothered by it before, but now he wants to track down the buyers and beg for them back. But he won't. Some of those paintings had sold for tidy sums, which is the reason he can afford this flat despite not having a steady job. And he has no guarantee of being able to sell something at that rate again.

He at least has photographs of everything he’s ever sold. The same can’t be said of what he’d kept for himself, or left unfinished.

He startles at the knock on the door, but remembers: Hob said he would come over today.

He still hasn’t been able to shake the need to block the door whenever he’s home, so he has to shove aside a bookcase before he can let Hob in. When he opens the door, Hob is carrying a box, and wearing a pained smile. “Here,” he says, giving it to Dream. “I have more in the car.”

He disappears back down the stairs before Dream can question him, and Dream sets the heavy box down on the kitchen island.

It’s full of his sketchbooks.

For several moments he just stares at them, not daring to touch. How did Hob— did he go to Dream’s flat?

Hob comes back with another two boxes, precariously balanced, while Dream is still staring at the first one. These, it seems, are full of documents, and personal effects, and some of his favorite books.

“How—?” he tries to ask, nearly struck dumb.

“I went to your house,” Hob says. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have. But you deserve to have your things.”

At first, he is only shocked to think that someone would go to such lengths for him. Then, Dream feels a surge of hope. Perhaps—

But. No. Of all things, Hob would have known to grab his artwork. He would have lead with that.

“…Oh,” Dream says quietly, looking down.

“Yeah,” Hob says, face falling. “I’m so sorry, Dream, that’s all that was there— I mean I still have some of your clothes in the car, but—”

“I love you,” Dream says, tearing up. Hob actually went back. To get his things. Even when Dream said it wasn’t worth doing.

When he looks up again, Hob looks stunned. And only then does Dream realize what he’s said. He swallows nervously, but he doesn’t want to take it back. It doesn’t matter if he truly meant that he’s in love with Hob. Because either way, he loves Hob. And no one has ever loved him like this, like it was easy. And without question.

“I—” Hob stammers. “I mean it’s really not—”

Dream takes his hands and squeezes them, and Hob stops talking. “It is,” Dream says. “It is a big deal. To me.”

“Well,” Hob finally manages, voice still tight. “I want you to be happy, Dream. You deserve that.”

It’s not a sentiment Dream is used to hearing directed towards him. But hearing it from Hob makes him feel like… maybe it can be. Maybe it should be.

Dream kisses him, still holding his hands. He feels himself smile into the kiss. Another thing he’s not used to doing, but it feels good.

Hob smiles too, as he cradles Dream’s face between his hands. And even though Hob wasn’t able to recover his art, even though his ex probably destroyed it—which is agonizing to think about—in this one moment, Dream is… happy.

It's so strange that it almost hurts. But he thinks he’s actually happy.

#we're in the final stretches of this fic #this fic that was supposed to be a oneshot XD #physical therapy fic #dreamling #my writing #cw abuse

[deesblanketfort]

Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 

Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.

Getting comfy!

🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.

🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.

🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!

🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.

🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)

Games and activities!

🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.

🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.

🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!

🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.

🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)

Snack time!

🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.

🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!

🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!

🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.

Taking care of yourself!

🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.

🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.

🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.

🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.

#agere sfw #sfw agere #agere #agere blog #sfw agere blog #age regression #age regressor #sfw regression #sfw regressor #safe agere #noncom agere #agere advice #agere tips #agere ideas #agere activities #blankiefort ★´ˎ˗ #kitty rambles ★´ˎ˗

[sanguineterrain]

Hi! I saw your post on Halloween prompts and if your still taking them may I request

Jason was born a werewolf and they're used to their transformations and abilities. They're out on a walk when they find Reader, a human-just-turned-werewolf. Jason decides it's their job to take care of Reader until they're able to use all their powers efficiently, etc. Both didn't expect to catch feelings along the way.

Or

Werewolves are actively hunted down and humans even carry specific silver items and spray to ward them off if they suspect someone of being one. Reader finds Jason, an injured werewolf, hiding in their backyard. They don't have the heart to chase them away, instead opting to heal and hide them away from the hunters after them.

Fem!reader if possible?

Prompts from @promptspa

hi there! thanks for the prompt. i decided to go with the 2nd one, but i tweaked it a little. reader is gender neutral simply because there wasn't any moment to identify gender, but you are free to picture them as female! hope you like :)

werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader | injured jason, tending to wounds, wolf form, reader and jason knew each other when he was robin.

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"...In other news, reports of animal attacks have skyrocketed, leaving Gotham citizens paranoid. The mayor is enforcing a six o'clock curfew, urging citizens to lock their doors and keep pets inside. Now we have Dan with the weather—"

You mute the TV, stand, and stretch. The wind howls outside, rattling the roof slats. Dan, the weatherman, soundlessly describes how it's only going to get colder this week. That reminds you of Lucy, your Ragdoll. She's been outside for most of the evening.

"Lucy," you call, opening the bag of cat food. Usually, the sound causes her to race into the kitchen, claws clicking on the floor.

But there's no sound. You stop what you're doing and stand instead, moving to the stairs.

"Lucy?"

Nothing.

Animal attacks. Your stomach churns at the thought.

Gotham News often exaggerates that stuff since they're so anti-lycan. Werewolves don't attack animals and haven't done so for centuries unless they're desperate for food. But most citizens don't know that and will happily buy into the scare tactics. You can't afford to, living miles outside of the city.

You head outside when Lucy still doesn't appear. Logically, you know werewolves wouldn't attack your seven pound cat that's seventy percent fur. You know that. But something still feels wrong.

You search around the house first, using your phone as a flashlight. Then you walk toward the shed. That's when you hear meowing.

"Lucy!" you yell. "It's alright, Lucy, come on!"

Lucy makes no motion to move. She meows incessantly, urgent, yowling meows that make you rush over and check her for injuries. She continues to meow, even when you don't find an injury.

"What's wrong, Lucy? What's happened?"

You stroke her back, but nothing calms her. One time, she ran into a skunk, and that had spooked her. It also resulted in three baths to get the smell out.

But the skunk had attacked her then. Here, Lucy is unharmed, but whatever she's seen, it's scared her beyond comforting.

She continues to meow, eyes fixed on the shed. You take a deep breath and go to the shed. Lucy's meows get louder.

"It's alright, Lucy," you say, but now your heart is thumping. The wind rattles the padlock, which is odd, so you shine the light on it.

The lock is broken. You pull open the door, ready to run.

A soft whine comes from inside the shed. You shine your light, and the creature shies away, except it's too big to avoid the light completely. Too big to be a regular animal...

You make out black fur, large ears, and a tail. You gasp. The wolf whines again, curling into the corner like it's trying to make itself small.

There's a trail of blood on the ground. Without getting closer, you can't tell where the blood is from. But if it's enough to make the creature whine, it must be a deep wound.

"I'm not a hunter," you say slowly, and its ears twitch at that. "I'm not here to hurt you. No silver, see?"

You pull out your pockets, unzip your coat, and show your hands. The wolf watches you silently. Its head comes into view, and now you can see that the wolf is male.

And his eyes. His eyes are what confirm your suspicions; they are too intelligent to not be supernatural, glowing an eerie green.

He's an adult wolf, from what you can tell, but still young, his fur dark and thick. His youth doesn't make him any less intimidating, though. He looks much like the pictures of werewolves the antis use to scare people: huge, long body, glowing eyes, claws. He must be double your size, at least.

Lucy has stopped meowing. Now she just stares alongside you, keeping her distance. No wonder she was so distressed.

The wolf suddenly stands, and you take several steps back, heart racing. You hate being scared, hate letting the news report get into your head.

The wolf lies on his back with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He makes a desperate noise and shows his belly.

Knife wounds. Big ones. If he wasn't a wolf, he'd be dead.

"Holy shit," you say. "Oh my God."

This is as vulnerable as any creature can be. But you're just as much a stranger to him as he is to you. Why is he trusting you like this?

You've only known one werewolf in your life. And he's never coming back.

The wolf whimpers again. You nod quickly.

"Okay," you whisper. "It's okay. I'll patch you up."

The wolf sags against the ground, and you run out of the shed, your stomach turning at the thought of another wolf dying.

Lucy follows you, clinging to your ankles, and you try not to trip over her as you gather supplies from the house. She doesn't follow you back outside.

You return to the shed and thread a needle. Then you take a step forward and wait. When he makes no move to attack, you close the distance slowly and crouch by his belly.

His fur is matted and torn in odd places. Carefully, you place a hand on his belly. He doesn't move.

"I'm going to pour the antiseptic now," you say.

The wolf watches as you do. He tenses but doesn't make any more sounds as you clean his wound. Almost like he's used to the feeling.

You feel up his fur for other wounds. That's when you feel a scar that runs from his chest to where his bellybutton would be. It's Y-shaped.

"What—" you say in horror. "What did they do to you?"

The wolf whines again.

"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going to sew you up."

He lets you tend to his wounds without a hitch. He's unusually comfortable with your touch; he doesn't howl or flinch when you touch him, and any warning sounds are gentle.

You finish the stitches and top it with a bandage. He waits patiently, not moving an inch. You haven't done this in years; you never thought your medic training would come in handy again.

Nightingale. That's what the Bats called you. That's who you might've become eons ago, until...

"I won't turn you in," you say when you finish.

The wolf blinks at you.

"But you know that, don't you?"

He protests when you pull a blanket over him. He whines and nudges you away with his nose.

"It's cold here, and I can't carry you inside," you say.

He drags the blanket off with his teeth and throws it onto your lap. You smile and put it back on him.

"I'll be fine. I have blankets inside. Get some sleep."

You start to stand, and his whines become barks. He tries to stand with you, pawing at your knee.

"Whoa, hey! Don't, you'll pull your stitches. What's wrong?"

He barks again, and nods at the forest line outside in the distance. Then he licks at his bandage.

"You're afraid the people who hurt you will get you?" you ask.

He chuffs and licks your hand.

"You're afraid they'll get... me?"

He nudges your shoulder. You touch his head and make a soft noise.

"Okay. I'll stay and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you, alright?"

The wolf grunts, then finally lays down. He shuffles closer to you, so his body is practically on your legs. He runs hot, and with him so near, you hardly feel the cold.

The wolf falls asleep before you.

****

It has been a long time since you trained with a Bat, and your nocturnal practices have faded since then.

So you wake up in the shed with a backache.

Black fur tickles your hand, and you open your eyes.

But it's not a wolf at your feet; it's a man.

A man wearing a dead boy's face.

He awakens as you do, bare and bandaged beneath the blanket. Those odd green eyes stare at you. They're wrong; all of him is wrong, but his face... you know that face.

"Jason?" you whisper, chest tight.

His sigh is full of grief.

"Hey, Nightingale."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x yn #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction #werewolf jason todd #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[pomegranateboba]

ArTw boys if they followed us back to Mid Earthium

Based on this undone prompt provided by @sleepytwilight

Context: one of the gang somehow went to Mid Earthium with us (we dragged one of them there's no escape) now they are stuck with us til who knows when

Tw: Nothing too serious, Sirius being a red flag, its mostly crack I don't know how to write sad stuff

Arcturus

You found him in your kitchen on the ground, confused

"S-Summoner? What...where is this?"

"This is your house..??"

Poor baby was still confused even after you explained to him what happened.

Oh well, it just means he can know more about Mid Earthium culture (and the Summoner)

You both found out that your imprints with each other still work here (Arcturus was knitting at home and you summoned him to the florist to ask him which flowers looked better)

He found the crustiest animal shelter once and was absolutely horrified (You had to give therapy afterwards)

*in tears* "These poor things are sitting in their own waste-WHY IS THAT DOG BEING CRAMPED UP IN SUCH A SMALL CAGE"

You both came back home with your own personal petting zoo after that. (Let's assume our house is big enough)

He takes care of all the plants and animals in the house for you

Now your house is not only a petting zoo, but also a jungle. Yay.

He helps old ladies cross the street.

Literally the best housemate you could ever ask for.

He was amazed when you pointed out that he was an actual star in Mid Earthium.

The star Arcturus literally looks like him IT GLOWS ORANGE AJHSKHDKAKJGH

Very sweet.

*arcky appreciation*

Spica

You were in your nearby public library and saw Spica lecturing some kids about yelling in the library.

How Spica of him, you thought.

After bringing him home and explaining the situation to him, he was surprised to say the least.

At least now you would be by his side.

After 1 day your house now smells of coffee

Because he makes you coffee every morning (you drink it out of politeness and your love for Spica, despite the coffee being very bitter and like a 100 degrees Celsius)

Your house is also suddenly 10 times more organised

He has a considerable amount of free time now that he doesn't have to do work for the Guide Committee 25/7, so he can finally catch up on sleep.

And you can also bring him outside more

In which he gets major culture shock, because my dude used to like ballroom music and people articulating themselves in proper English (or whatever language I guess)

"Summoner, what does 'pogchamp' mean?"

Yeah. Time to teach this man about the internet.

I don't know about you, but I feel like Spica would fall for internet scams, because they don't have that stuff in Bound Arlyn (or maybe Spica just never used the internet.)

If you have any work to do, he will be watching very closely over your shoulder.

You try to teach this old man how to play online games and fail.

"...How do I know which team I'm on? How do I crouch?"

I think you should just let him read Mid Earthium books instead.

He is a very considerate housemate, doesn't really bother you unless you go bother him

He feels so weird not doing anything since he is overworked most of the time at Contell, please give him something to do.

Your imprints still worked, you summoned him from the living room to the bathroom because you were too short to fix a lightbulb (admit it you are short because so am I)

Alpheratz

You found him on a bench, being questioned by the police whether he was some homeless guy or not.

You manage to bring him home and explain to him what was going on (I mean as if we know what's going on)

I feel like he would either be really surprised, or just not care.

His logic: No Spica nagging = good

He spends most of the time asleep on your couch or somewhere in the house, or maybe the backyard if you have one.

He honestly would not care less, but his mood would be better overall because no Spica, and also no Schedar.

So you may be able to convince him to do stuff (maybe)

Your imprints work pretty much fine, you were trying to figure out how to wake him up from his century long coma on the couch, so you went to your room and summoned him there

It worked yeah, but he just went back to sleep, but on your bed.

Ah well.

He would be more than happy to accompany you around though, because Spica isn't there to show up out of the blue.

He can reach the high shelves for you.

If you are shorter than him (me), he will tease you for being short, because Pollux isn't around.

"Give me back my phone."

"But can you reach it?"

"..."

"That's right. You can't. :)"

You hit his face with a pillow

You may have to do your chores on your own though, you could try asking Alpheratz and there is a 50/50 chance he would help you

He helps you get more sleep as well, it is stressful being the Summoner in Bound Arlyn after all.

Pollux:

You found him in a park. On a swing set. He was taped to it.

Somehow, you were not surprised.

Little boy was overjoyed to see you.

You tried to explain what was happening to the best of your ability

He was a little confused, but that was all forgotten when you offered to go out to explore with him.

You took him to 7eleven, where he got a shit ton of snacks, because who's gonna stop him, not you.

He was so excited to stay with you without anyone else.

He also ensured that you had to clean up some stuff because the bad luck be bad lucking.

Anyways, you made the mistake of introducing him to social media

Its too late now he has actual followers now

Ah well.

Get ready to do tens of hundreds of tiktok challenges

It just feels like a very Pollux thing to do

He runs around everywhere, he wants to see everything in Mid Earthium and then compare it to the boundary

"Wow, everything's so...bleak. I mean not you of course, you're really pretty-I MEAN YOU DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING-"

Someone calm this tsundere down please he's feral

Would attempt to help out in the house, ends up giving up half way through

Your imprints work, you could not find Pollux anywhere in the house so you summoned him. Apparently he was hiding in the closet eating half the candy in the house

Loves dragging you around the place (he's adorable ahgjhgsajhg)

Vega

You both went back to Mid Earthium at the same time, together, so you both appeared back in your room

You were very enthusiastic about showing Vega around, BECUASE HE'S TECHNICALLY BACK HOME

Let's say you 2 lived in the same neighbourhood and you still live there now.

Bring on the nostalgia.

You showed him around all the places you used to go (according to Vega, since your memories of your time with Vega as a kid were non-existent)

Some changed, some didn't. Vega was really emotional after that (wait I didn't mean to put in all the feels no I'm not crying you are)

Vega would be either really teary or really happy, or both because he can finally spend some quality time with his beloved best friend <3

You both are inseparable the whole time, and if you have to leave the room, he can and will wait at the door until you are back

and don't take too long or else he will be sad (or he will break the door down and find you himself.)

All the time you both had was extremely wholesome without even trying and Vega was simply overjoyed just to be able to be with you.

Sometimes (read: every time) he would come into your room to cuddle with you because he has been overwhelmed with all The Feels ™

I literally love Vega he's adorable

Your imprint works, not because you needed to summon him (he was always by your side anyways), but because you know there's always this bond between the sorcerers? (amplifier stone type stuff or something)

You guys did build a blanket/pillow fort in your living room and cuddled :)

He is the most normal housemate because he knows how things work, except you would not leave your side for more than 10 minutes.

"Please stay by my side, Summoner."

Very sweet 100% chance of survival.

Sirius

You did not need to find him. He found you.

He somehow found where you lived and climbed through the window when you woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water (He refused to reveal where he spawned in to)

May Ursa Minor, Polaris and heck even Lilith from obey me why not, give us all strength to survive this

This man can and will tease you about the 2 of you living together in the same house

He has definitely suggested that the 2 of you could share the bed, but stopped before you could throw him out.

He has, despite the locked windows and door, came into your room at 3am in the morning in the form of a dog, just to bother you. You know, just because.

Polaris please come pick your kid up. I don't care whether you're dead, in the void, or is an ice monster.

Barks at people as a dog for no reason.

Got used to living in Mid Earthium very quickly.

Has most definitely pretended to be your boyfriend, up to the point where even you are confused. (gaslight gaslight and gaslight even more)

Will find a way to cause chaos.

Still pretty protective of you though, we don't talk about what he said in chapter 13

Will take you out pretty frequently (interpret it however you want)

You can never find him, so you do summon him to your side when he isn't already (he knows where you are he's just being a stalker dw)

Is very happy that he can have you all to himself, without other people questioning his questionable behaviour.

Will either help out in the house, or knock down glasses like a cat and stare at you dead in the eye.

"...Sirius please. It's 2 in the morning."

*Happy barking noises.*

"What do you want?"

"Can I be the little spoon?"

"Get out."

He somehow makes it seem like he lives in Mid Earthium, and not some wanted criminal from Bound Arlyn.

He's a menace, a hot menace, but a menace nonetheless.

#yeah i have not finished the assessment book i have been tasked to finish #in fact i have only done 15 pages #but arcana twilight takes priority #arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Firefighter chapter 2.

Note: SURPRISE!!!! direct follow up the first fic.

Warnings: all the damn fluff. Oh, a bit of angst too; mention of fire, animal death, you know, firefighter stuff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You kept dating that firefighter, who turned out to be a real softie.

wordcount: 6,3k

Masterlist

'Sihtric is absolutely showing off now.'

You had gone home with Sihtric, as he needed to feed his cat, and you both didn't want to leave each other just yet. 

You were still catching your breath after you had sex with him, again, but this time it was in his bed, instead of in your kitchen. You had just cleaned each other up and got some clothes on again when Sihtric joined you back in bed, to finally get some sleep.

'Come here,' Sihtric chuckled softly, 'look… I'm a snuggler, hope you don't mind,' he smiled and pulled you close.

'Oh,' you giggled as you nestled in his arms, 'no, I don't mind.'

'Good,' he hummed and gave you a light squeeze, 'cause I'm really, hm… affectionate,' he smiled a little shyly, 'hope you don't mind that either. I know it's usually not what a girl expects when they see me, but, yeah,' he shrugged.

'I don't mind that either,' you hid your face in his chest with a smile.

You felt a little shy, being all pressed up against his half naked body. Despite having had sex with him already, twice in one day even, you were still taken aback by Sihtric's looks and overall his entire being. And you indeed did not expect he would be this affectionate with you already, but you loved it, although it truly felt too good to be true. A guy as hot as he was, a firefighter after all, who was also funny, caring, good in bed and a cuddle bug? You really hit the jackpot.

Sihtric softly nuzzled your neck before pressing soft kisses to your skin.

'I really like you, cutie,' he whispered and pecked your cheek.

'Stop,' you giggled and tried to hide your face again, 'you're making me shy, Sihtric.'

'Shy?' Sihtric smiled with a frown, 'there's no need to be shy with me, I gave you a whole stiptease,' he laughed, gently lifting your face up to him with his fingertips, 'come give me a kiss, doll.'

He smiled against your lips and hummed softly with each kiss he gave you as he held you close to his chest, under the soft blankets.

'Hm,' he hummed, then cupped your cheeks, 'damn, you're so cute, little love,' he smiled and bit down on his lip, making your cheeks heat up all over again.

The next morning Sihtric brought you home, as you both had to go back to work again after a day off. You worked from home, but Sihtric had a busy week ahead of him, as he had several days of firefighter and first aid training, which was something his whole team had to participate in yearly. And this also meant you wouldn't meet up again until the weekend, when you would join him at the dinner with his firefighter friends and colleagues.

Sihtric kept his hand on your knee the whole ride to your house, mindlessly stroking you with his thumb, which you thought was adorable.

'I wonder how your neighbours are doing,' he asked as he pulled up in your street, 'will take a while before they can move back in again. There was some serious fire damage upstairs.'

'Yeah, me too. I'll call them in a few days, when everything has settled down a little, you know?' you said, 'it's too soon to ask about it yet, I think.'

Sihtric hummed and steered onto your driveaway.

'Alright,' Sihtric said, and he leaned in to cup your cheeks, 'we stay in touch, yeah?'

'Of course,' you smiled and brushed your fingers gently through his short, messy hair. Something you had done several times the night before already, and you just couldn't get enough of the feeling.

'Okay, good,' he smiled and pecked your lips, 'gonna miss you, doll. If I have some spare time in the next few days I'll stop by, but I can't promise anything, love.'

'I know,' you shrugged lightly and moved your hand down to his broad shoulder, 'it's okay. I'll just miss you for a few days,' you chuckled.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again, smiling, and he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, 'these training days are time consuming, I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up this weekend, okay?'

You nodded shyly, smiling.

'Okay,' he smiled, 'come here,' he pulled you closer and gave you a few quick kisses on your lips, 'text me, yeah? Day or night, I don't care.'

'I will,' you promised, stealing another kiss before you got out of his car, 'see you soon.'

'See you soon,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and enjoyed the sight of your ass in those jeans before you closed the car door behind you.

You walked up to your porch, and before you could open your front door, you heard Sihtric's car door open, and he jogged up to you as you turned around with a frown.

'Doll,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'hold up,' he said and pulled you close again, 'give me a few more seconds.'

Sihtric wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly in his strong arms, pressed against his broad chest, swaying you gently.

'Sihtric?' you giggled, feeling all shy again, and knowing he really had to go to work.

'Yeah, okay, sorry,' he smiled and stepped back, taking your face in his hands to give you a few more soft kisses, 'see you soon, lady. And give Meow Meow a pet on the head for me when he comes home again.' 

Sihtric kissed your cheek once more and reluctantly let go of your hands as he walked away, and he winked with a sweet smile before he got back in his car. And when you finally got inside your house, you squealed loudly as soon as you had closed the door behind you.

You had texted Sihtric goodluck earlier in the day, but he hadn't been able to reply until later that night, when you were already in bed.

You giggled and buried your face in your pillow for a moment. When you looked at your phone again, you saw your last message wasn't delivered yet, and you knew it was because Sihtric had shitty connection over at the training centre, and he had to leave his phone in his locker. As you knew he wouldn't read anything anymore until he probably got home, you left him a voice message, as he said he wanted to hear your voice.

Sihtric: shit, sorry for the late reply. Honestly already counting down the days until the weekend x

Sihtric: missing you doll xxx

You: aw, babe :( me too

You: I miss you too xxx

You: want to call now???

Sihtric: I wish I could baby

Sihtric: but I'm still at the training centre

You: still? It's almost midnight?

Sihtric: told you these things are no joke love

Sihtric: sorry, pretty lady, really want to hear your voice but it's so loud and chaotic here, and I only got a short break…

You: I understand, it's okay

You: what time are you done?

Sihtric: not sure, probably in an hour or so

You: you want to call then?

Sihtric: cutie

Sihtric: you're too sweet, and I'd love to hear your voice before I go to sleep, but it's already late. You should really be asleep by the time I get home. Don't stay up for me x

You: don't tell me what to do ;)

Sihtric: I wouldn't dare 

Sihtric: ;)

Sihtric: how's Meow Meow?

You: he's fine! He's home again and seems to be doing well :) 

Sihtric: happy to hear love

You: what time do you start again tomorrow?

Sihtric: I have to leave the house at 6 in the morning :(

You: will you even get enough sleep? :( 

Sihtric: probably not, but that's what they want, so they can see how we perform with little sleep etc it'll be okay :) 

Sihtric: hey I gotta go cutie, last test before I can go home starts in a few minutes

You: oh :( good luck, be safe please

Sihtric: always sweetheart

Sihtric: good night, sweet dreams doll

Sihtric: miss you

You: thank you, handsome :)

Sihtric: can't wait to hold you in my arms again

Sihtric: and kiss you all over

Sihtric: miss you baby

Sihtric: xxxx

You: miss you too :( 

'Hey, Sihtric,' you giggled lightly, 'just sending a voice message to wish you good night and sweet dreams for when you get home. I miss you too, and I can't wait to see you in a few days. So, uhh,' you laughed softly, 'talk to you soon, I hope. Miss you… can't stop thinking about you.'

'What are you all blushing for?' Uhtred taunted Sihtric as he closed his locker.

'Oh,' Finan laughed, 'I think he got himself a girlfriend.'

'Shut up,' Sihtric blushed even heavier, 'it's not really official yet…'

'What does that even mean?' Ragnar laughed, 'not really official?'

'It means they probably fucked,' Finan grinned, 'but he hasn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet.'

The men all laughed as Sihtric hid his face and groaned.

'Yeah, but… I did kind of ask her, she just, I don't know, she wants to see if she can handle my job, you know…'

'Who?' Sigtryggr grinned, 'the girl with the cat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric smiled at the thought of you, 'she's… I, we-' he stammered and then just chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat up again.

'Ah, look at him,' Uhtred taunted, rubbing his hand through Sihtric's hair, 'he's in love!'

All men broke out in laughter and taunted Sihtric for a moment longer.

'She likes you, don't worry,' Ragnar said, 'if she's still up texting you at this hour, she's into you.'

'Aye,' Finan agreed, 'and she seemed okay the other day, before I left, after the fire.'

'I want to bring her this weekend,' Sihtric confessed, 'to our dinner.'

'You should,' Sigtryggr said, 'she can meet our ladies, maybe befriend them. They helped each other a lot when each of us started dating. It's not easy for them to be with us.'

The other men all agreed, telling Sihtric he should definitely bring you. They kept teasing him, but deep down they were all delighted that it seemed like he found someone right for him, as he was the only one of their crew who was still single. And the men wouldn't admit it, but they never understood how Sihtric couldn't find a lady, as he was good looking and caring. He had just been unfortunate in love.

When Sihtric got home, he was exhausted and missed you terribly, and when he listened to your voice message, after he had gotten in bed, he thought his heart would explode with love and his skin would tear open, releasing millions of butterflies as the feeling was driving him crazy. And he sent you a voice message back.

'You don't know how good it is to hear you, love,' his voice was a little raspy, 'you make me so happy. Really miss you.'

You had woken up early the next day, and you almost passed out in bed when you heard Sihtric's voice message, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction when you texted him.

Sihtric ran to his front door and thought his legs would give out underneath him when he saw you. He couldn't bring out a word, instead, he picked you up and spun you around before he cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips.

You: hey, are you up? x

Sihtric: I am, gotta leave soon, already late so I'll be grabbing some coffee on the way x

Sihtric: but shit, what are you doing up at this hour doll?

You: I'm at your door…

Sihtric: WHAT

'Careful!' you laughed.

'What on earth…' Sihtric smiled, bewildered, raking his tattooed fingers through his short, messy bed hair as he looked at you.

'I got you coffee,' you smiled shyly, holding up a thermos flask to him.

'Doll,' Sihtric sighed and grabbed his chest, 'I… I-,' he stammered, 'I don't even know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything,' you shrugged.

'Come here,' Sihtric smiled and snuck his arms around your waist, 'thank you, lady,' he said and pecked your lips several times, 'so good to see you.'

'And you,' you smiled, pushing yourself up to your tiptoes to kiss him again as you held onto his toned biceps.

Sihtric hummed softly and buried his face in your neck, almost squeezing the air out of your lungs.

'You're gonna make me late,' he chuckled and kissed your cheek.

'No,' you laughed, 'because I am going home again now.'

'Few more minutes?' Sihtric asked. His puppy dog eyes worked wonders, and he grinned when he pulled you against his chest again as you couldn't say no.

You enjoyed the sound of his slightly quickened heartbeat, as your ear was pressed against his chest, and you smiled at the pleasant scent of the handsome firefighter.

'Okay,' you fought his embrace after a moment, 'we should both go, I don't want you to be late because of me.'

'I know,' he smiled, 'thank you, doll, really.'

Sihtric stole a few more kisses before you both walked over to your car, and before you could get in yours, he ran over again for another kiss.

The days seemed to go by incredibly slowly. You and Sihtric texted as much as you could, but it wasn't easy as he was home late each day and had to get up early each morning. Because you had a few meetings scheduled, you also couldn't bring him any coffee anymore in the mornings. But you both survived the seemingly long days, and the weekend was finally here. You had to admit you were very nervous to see Sihtric again, and to meet his friends.

You groaned as you looked at your clothes. But Sihtric was right, you just had to be yourself. So you dressed in comfy jeans and your favourite shirt. You just finished brushing your teeth when your doorbell rang, and you ran to the door. You waited a moment before you opened it, and you took a deep breath, trying to control your nerves. And when you finally opened the door, you were greeted by a big bouquet of flowers, and Sihtric's grin.

You: what do I wear????

Sihtric: whatever you're comfortable in, love

Sihtric: it's just a bbq, don't stress x

You: what are you wearing? x

Sihtric: black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt x

Sihtric: no one cares what you're wearing, trust me

Sihtric: just be you, doll, that's all I want :)

Sihtric: I'm about to get in my car. See you soon xxxx

'Love,' he smiled, pulling you in with his free hand, and he kissed your lips, 'hey, baby,' he whispered and nuzzled your nose softly.

'Hey,' you giggled, feeling all flushed already.

'I got you flowers,' Sihtric said with a shy smile, and he handed you an insane amount of flowers.

'Oh, god,' you chuckled, 'thank you, babe, you really didn't have to,' you said and kissed his cheek, 'let me put them in some water before we go.'

You beckoned Sihtric to step inside as you walked to your kitchen, and Sihtric grinned at the fond memory of that kitchen table when he saw it. He watched you take quick care of the flowers and he didn't know if he wanted to break out in a nervous laughter or simply burst into tears, because his feelings for you overwhelmed him.

'You look pretty,' he said eventually.

'Oh,' you smiled and hid your face behind the flowers as you placed the vase on the table, 'thank you.' 

You peeked out over the flowers, taking in his appearance as he was petting Mister Meow Meow, who seemed happy to see his rescuer again, purring as Sihtric held him in his arms.

And the entire sight melted you, making your knees weak. Sihtric looked so good in his skinny jeans with his black boots, and the loose sleeveless shirt, his outfit showed off his arms, legs and ass at the same time. He wore a black leather wristband, which you later saw had runes pressed into them, and he wore a Mjölnir pendant around his neck. He had trimmed his facial hair to a wellkept goatee, and the sides of his head were freshly shaved, but his dark hair was still messy, which you loved. You also noticed he was wearing two silver earrings in one earlobe, which was new to you, and you thought it looked really sexy, as did the hint of eyeliner. And you realised that this is what he looks like when he's not working or on stand-by. And you once again couldn't believe you were dating this guy.

'You look really handsome yourself,' you said from behind the flowers.

'Thanks,' Sihtric laughed, and he put Mister Meow Meow back on his feet again when you grabbed your bag.

'Ready?' you smiled and walked to the door.

'Almost,' Sihtric smiled as he took your hand, and pulled you closer, 'I'm in desperate need of some serious kisses first.'

And about half an hour later you and Sihtric quickly got dressed again. His desperate need for some kisses had quickly led into some seriously hot sex, which had been so loud that Mister Meow Meow had run outside of your house, and was probably traumatised.

Sihtric's hair was already messy before, so he was fast to get ready again to leave for the bbq. But you needed a moment to fix up your hair properly, and Sihtric said he would wait in his car.

'Almost there,' Sihtric said and squeezed your knee as he kept his eyes on the road, behind his black shades.

'Shit,' you suddenly said, feeling nervous again and you squeezed his hand, 'should I have brought something? Like a salad or… or some drinks?'

'No, doll,' Sihtric chuckled, 'everything is taken care of, don't worry.'

'But I feel so rude,' you sighed, 'I don't want to be the new girl who just comes over to hoard free food.' 

'Well,' Sihtric laughed, 'if it makes you feel any better, I'm definitely there to hoard free food.'

You looked at Sihtric and couldn't help but laugh, feeling your nerves disappear slowly, and your cheeks hurt from smiling when Sihtric pulled up at his friend's house.

'Hey, uh, look,' Sihtric said before you got out of the car, 'I, eh, I- I know I already said I'm like… affectionate and all that,' he blushed a little, 'but, eh, but I also… you know, eh, I… I- I'm also like that when I'm in public,' he gave you a cute, worried look, 'I know not everyone likes their boyfriend doing that, so I… I-'

'Just be you, Sihtric. I always had shitty boyfriends who never showed any affection. It would be nice to finally, you know… know what it's like when someone does,' you smiled shyly and looked down at your feet.

'Thank you,' Sihtric said softly and he held your hand, 'my previous girlfriends also didn't show much affection, public or private,' he smiled weakly, 'while it's… I guess it's my love language. And I know I can be a little much,' he sighed, 'so, also don't be afraid to tell me when it becomes too much for you, okay? Because I do get it.'

'I think it's usually other people who have issues with it,' you shrugged.

'My friends have no issues with it,' Sihtric smiled, 'they've known me for almost my whole life really, they know how I am. They don't judge anyone, and they're not hiding their affection for their partners either,' he said, 'but I know I am the one who has no limit,' he chuckled, 'so, you know,' he took your chin gently between his fingers and leaned in, 'you gotta keep me in check sometimes,' he winked and gave you a soft kiss.

And as always, the hot firefighter set your body ablaze with his soft hums each time he kissed you.

'Okay,' you smiled and bit down on your lip, 'but… does this mean you're… my boyfriend now?'

'I sure hope so, doll,' Sihtric said softly as his mismatched eyes darted over your face, and he smiled sweetly, 'if you want me to be your man, that is.'

'Yeah,' you felt yourself blushing, 'I want you to be mine,' you smiled, once again incredibly shy upon his piercing gaze.

'Then I'm yours, lady,' Sihtric said, 'all yours.' 

'And I'm yours,' you whispered, and a soft, nervous giggle escaped your lips, which Sihtric thought was absolutely adorable, and he bit down on his lip as he kept his big eyes on you.

'You're my girl,' he said with a cheeky smile, 'all mine.'

'There they are!' Ragnar yelled from behind a smoking BBQ, and he threw his hands up, holding a beer and a spatula.

'Sihtric and his girlfriend!' Uhtred belted out when he saw you both walk into Ragnar's backyard.

You were surprised by their excitement, and laughed. Sihtric shook his head with a smile as he held you close, his arm around your neck.

'Sihtric and his not official girlfriend!' Finan taunted, to which the men all laughed.

'No!' Sihtric said and stopped walking, holding up his finger to silence everyone, and he grinned, 'she's officially my lady as of today.'

Everyone broke out in loud cheers and raised their bottles, cans and glasses, and you already felt welcomed. You also couldn't believe your luck when you saw a cute dog run around the backyard, which was apparently Uhtred's.

'Have a seat,' one of the women said as she walked over to you and took your hand, pulling you away from Sihtric, 'my name is Thyra,' she smiled sweetly.

You looked back at Sihtric who winked at you before he went to grab you both a drink.

'We heard so much about you,' Thyra said, her voice was pleasant.

Her whole energy was pleasant, actually. Calm and soft.

'Oh, god,' you grimaced as you sat down, 'you heard about me?'

'Yes,' Thyra smiled, 'Sihtric told the guys all about you, and they obviously told us,' she looked at the other women who all giggled.

'Well I sure hope he didn't tell you everything,' you chuckled, not lying.

'Don't worry,' Sihtric said as he sat down next to you with a grin, handing you a drink, 'I didn't tell them about that striptease.'

You almost choked as you took a sip of your drink and you felt your face heat up, while Sihtric casually sipped his beer and wrapped his arm around your neck again. The ladies laughed, which made you wonder if they had all experienced a striptease from their own firefighter.

'Okay, so,' Sihtric said as all the men joined the table, 'that's Ingrith, who is married to Finan, but you already know him.' 

'Yep,' you smiled and waved.

'That is Uhtred,' Sihtric continued, introducing his friends, 'who is married to Gisela. Ragnar is married to Brida, Sigtryggr is dating Stiorra, and Thyra here is married to Beocca.'

'I will try my best to remember all your names,' you said, to which they all laughed.

'Beocca is retired, by the way,' Finan said, 'in case you wondered why there's one old bastard in the group here.'

'Damn you,' Beocca muttered and rolled his eyes.

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter, as did everyone else, even when you desperately tried to hide your amusement, and Sihtric fell even more in love with you at that moment.

Uhtred, Beocca and Sigtryggr made their way over to the BBQ, after asking what everyone wanted to eat, and they took care of it. Meanwhile, everyone left at the table was desperate to learn more about you. So you answered their burning questions, while Sihtric just stared at you, completely in love, and he occasionally moved his arm down to hold your waist, only to move it up again and hold you close as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and eventually it was around your neck again.

'Be back in a moment, okay, doll?' Sihtric said after a while, and kissed your cheek.

'Where are you going?' you asked as he got up.

Sihtric made an apologising face and showed you his pack of cigarettes, then went to join the men around the BBQ. From your seat, you had a clear view of him, and you didn't even notice you were staring at him as he smoked while joking around with some of the guys. But the women all saw your gaze, and it made them smile.

'You really like him, don't you?' Gisela asked.

'What?' you asked, being pulled back into the conversation again, 'oh, uh… y-yeah,' you chuckled shyly and cleared your throat.

'Don't feel ashamed,' Ingrith said, noticing you felt embarrassed they caught you staring, 'we're happy to see he finally found someone who looks at him the way you do.'

The women quickly agreed and Brida said, 'Sihtric's been very unfortunate with love. He's a sweet guy, probably the sweetest of them all.'

'Hey,' Ragnar huffed and raised an eyebrow, then broke out in a smile, 'no, she's right,' he said, 'Sihtric is a good guy. Has a lot of love to give, and so far no one has been able to handle him.'

'He's very loyal,' Stiorra said.

'Very affectionate,' Thyra smiled.

'Passionate,' Ingrith added.

'Insane sex drive too,' Ragnar said and burped.

Finan broke out in a laugh and slapped Ragnar's shoulder, 'aye, that is true,' he laughed.

You felt your face heat up again but you also had to laugh along with the entire table, and the men over at the BBQ turned their heads and wondered what was so funny at the table. Sihtric met your eyes and he gave you a sly smile and a flirty wink.

'Y-yeah,' you chuckled, 'I, eh, figured,' you said as Sihtric made his way back to you, and he quickly ate a few mints to hide the smell of cigarettes before he pulled you close again.

'Hey,' he smiled when you looked into his eyes.

'Hey,' you smiled.

'Having fun?'

'Yeah, everyone's really nice,' you said.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'you're pretty,' he said, randomly.

Before you could become shy again, the other men brought over plates with the grilled food, and you all attacked your dinner at the same time. You enjoyed the banter between everyone, as no one was safe from it. Even you became a target when Sihtric mentioned the name of your cat. But you were quick to snap back and told everyone that at least your cat wasn't named Dog. And that was also the exact moment when Sihtric's friends, or better said, his family, just accepted you completely. And as everyone started to have their own small conversations, you got a little too eager with the egg salad on your slice of bread, and spilled it down your chin as you took a bite.

'Crap,' you chuckled while looking for a napkin, but Sihtric was quick to wipe your chin with his thumb, which he cleaned by sticking it in his mouth.

'Thanks,' you mumbled.

'Honey, you still got some...' Sihtric smiled, 'wait, come here, I smudged it a little, sorry,' he said and held your chin as he brought his face closer to yours. 

Sihtric nuzzled your nose softly with a light chuckle, and then slowly dragged his tongue over your chin, up to your lower lip, and he gave you a soft kiss. You giggled softly, and you gasped when he suddenly said, 'I wouldn't mind eating some more of you, lady,' and winked.

Sihtric pulled away and returned to his food, while you were quick to hide your flushed, smiling face behind a napkin.

'You want to try this?' Sihtric asked after a moment.

'What is it?'

'I don't even know,' Sihtric shrugged, 'but it's good. Here,' he turned to you, politely taking your chin again as he gently fed you a small bite of whatever it was he had on his plate.

'Hm,' you hummed, a little unsure as you chewed, 'what's this?' you asked everyone else at the table, pointing at Sihtric's plate.

'Ahh,' Finan said as he inspected the meat, 'oh, that's rabbit!'

'Oh,' you said and grimaced, and you heard Sihtric drop his fork on his plate.

'Oh, no,' Gisela said, trying to hide a laugh, 'who gave Sihtric rabbit?' 

No one answered, but you saw Uhtred was very quick to down his drink while everyone else just shrugged. You turned to Sihtric, who sat with his head in his hands.

'Babe?' you asked, concerned, and you took his hands, 'what's wrong?'

Sihtric sighed and pouted as he looked at his plate.

'One time,' Sihtric started and exhaled loudly.

'Oh, here we go,' Finan said, amused, and he sat back. 

And you saw how everyone else at the table had to hide their smiles.

'One time,' Sihtric said again, 'there was a fire at a petting zoo. And we… we saved all the animals. Or so, we thought. But when we were done, I saw we had missed one… one…'

'Rabbit?' you guessed.

'Yeah,' Sihtic groaned and hid his face again.

'Oh, no,' you said.

'You're not telling her the best part,' Uhtred grinned, and everyone chuckled.

Sihtric sighed and looked at you, '...and I cried for an hour,' he confessed with a light chuckle, as the table erupted in loud laughter.

'Oh my god,' you snorted, 'I- I'm sorry?' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'It's been five years,' Sihtric chuckled, 'and I still feel bad about it. I'm really not much of a macho, huh?'

'Well,' you kissed his cheek, 'I still think you're hot.'

When you were all done eating, and everyone was kind of minding their own business, you got up to play with Uhtred's dog. Sihtric stared at you, completely smitten, as he sat back in his chair. He watched you until he finished his drink and then walked up to you, just as you took a picture of the dog.

'Taking sneaky pictures of the dog?' Sihtric said as he kneeled down next to the golden retriever, giving the dog a hug.

'Maybe,' you smiled.

'Yeah, I get it,' he said and looked the dog in the eyes, 'you're way cuter than me,' he said to the dog, who started to wag his tail.

'The picture would be cuter if you'd be on it, with the dog,' you said.

'I'll do you one better,' Sihtric smiled as he got up, and he took your phone, 'come here,' he said and wrapped his arm around your neck again as he pulled you in for a selfie.

He snapped a bunch of pictures. Some of you both smiling, one where Sihtric winked with a sexy grin, a few where he kissed your cheek and a few when he kissed your lips. And you usually hated yourself in photos, but you had to admit these were all cute as Sihtric swiped through them to see how they turned out. Then he opened your texting app and texted himself all the photos, so he had them too. And you saw how he was quick to change his wallpaper and lockscreen to one of the photos, and you did the same.

As the evening progressed, the men became more cocky and loud. And even Sihtric, who was all cutesy and sweet with you, couldn't help becoming a bit of an alpha male when a push up contest was brought to life by Ragnar.

'Is this… normal?' you laughed as you watched all the men line up as they bickered.

'Ragnar loves games,' Brida said, 'this always happens at some point, yes.'

All the women laughed, but had to admit they enjoyed the little contest. Beocca refused to join and as Ragnar played referee, he also just watched. Uhtred was the first to tap out, saying he ate too much, to which all the other men gave him shit. Then Finan gave up, after about 50 push-ups, which was impressive regardless. And then it came down to Sihtric and Sigtryggr, who both seemed to be in the same, good shape, and neither showed any sign of struggle as they reached 100 push-ups.

'Sihtric is absolutely showing off now,' Gisela chuckled and nudged your elbow.

You and Stiorra enjoyed the sight of your own man showing his strength, but Ragnar became impatient as they simply wouldn't give up, and he decided to sit down on both their backs, after which they collapsed with a heavy groan and hard laughter as Ragnar tumbled off them. Then some playful bickering started between Sigtryggr and Sihtric, arguing who would have won, and before you knew it they ended up in a wrestling match.

All men gathered around them and started to hype them up, except for Beocca, and some even placed bets on who would win. And you truly felt like one of the women when you all sighed and shook your head at their boyish behaviour. But like every other lady there, you also loved seeing your firefighter all relaxed and playful. And as their man-fight continued, you ended up talking about their job with the others.

'You don't need to worry about Sihtric,' Brida said.

'He is very careful,' Beocca confirmed, 'I've worked with him for several years, he really doesn't take unnecessary risks and has a good eye to estimate the situation and any danger.'

'And he has a great team around him. They all look out for each other,' Gisela smiled.

'I know their job is scary,' Stiorra said, 'I only started dating Sigtryggr last year, and I was terrified,' she said, 'and that's normal. But you also have to learn to trust your man, know that this is his job, and that he's good at it, or else he wouldn't be doing it.'

'At the end of the day,' Thyra said, 'you need to understand that all Sihtric wants is to come back home to you. He's not playing around with fire or anything. In fact, they rarely get hurt or seriously injured.'

'And if they get hurt it's usually because of shit like that,' Brida laughed and cocked her head towards the ongoing wrestling match, which now seemed unfair as Sihtric and Sigtryggr had ganged up on Ragnar.

'I understand,' you smiled, 'thank you, really,' you said, 'for everything. For being so kind and welcoming, and for reassuring me.'

'I've never seen Sihtric this happy,' Beocca said, 'and I saw that boy grow up basically. You two seem to be a good match. And it will not always be easy, there will be many times when you will be worried about him, but you can't let that ruin your relationship.'

You agreed and said you understood, and they all told you that if you ever needed someone to talk about it, they were just one call away, and you were already added in their group chat.

As it was already dark by now, and getting late, the men decided that they should probably end their neverending bickering and had to show some love to their partners. And each couple slowly moved away from each other in the large backyard, just enjoying some "alone time" after barely having seen each other because of the training week.

'Guess I've been approved,' you smiled as Sihtric pulled you in his lap.

'I didn't expect anything else, love,' he smiled, and you noticed his cheek was a little bruised.

'Honey,' you chuckled, 'you should play a little less rough,' you said as you gently touched his bruise, which Sihtric felt and he hissed lightly.

'Yeah, maybe,' he shrugged with a grin, 'but I won't play less rough with you tonight,' he smiled and pulled your lips to his for a soft kiss.

Sihtric pulled back and looked at you, with soft eyes and a sweet smile, before he chuckled lightly, 'hm,' he hummed and nuzzled your nose, 'you're so pretty,' he pecked you lips, 'and cute, and sexy,' he sighed.

You giggled shyly again and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'And you're so damn cute when you get all shy around me,' Sihtric said as he leaned back again for a moment, 'come here, give me some love, doll,' he smiled and kissed your lips again, humming softly.

Sihtric slowly moved one hand up in your hair and his other settled on your neck, and he deepened the kiss when he felt your hands on his cheeks. He moaned softly as he felt your tongue in his mouth and his grip on you tightened slightly. And you made out on that chair, in Ragnar's backyard, as if no one else was around.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed after a while, and leaned his forehead against yours, 'I think I'm in love.'

'Me too,' you smiled.

After endless kisses, you and Sihtric finally decided to go home, as it was almost midnight. You agreed to sleep over at Sihtric, but not after you had grabbed some clean clothes and fed Mister Meow Meow.

Once again, Sihtric kept his hand on your knee as he drove to your house, although you noticed he became a little more confident and cheeky, and his hand gradually slid higher up your thigh every few minutes.

You both joked a little and smiled as Sihtric was about to pull up to your driveway, but then you both heard a thump beneath the car and Sihtric immediately hit the brakes.

'What was that?' Sihtric grimaced as he took off his seatbelt.

Your stomach turned and you somehow already knew what had happened before Sihtric even got out of the car.

'Oh, no,' Sihtric said with wide eyes, his hands in his hair as he looked down at the ground in silence.

You opened the car door and stepped out, but Sihtric was quick to run towards you.

'No, no,' he said, teary eyed and with a tremble in his voice, 'love, y-you don't want to see-'

'No! Meow Meow!' you cried as Sihtric wrapped you in his arms, and he held you tight against his chest.

'I'm… I'm so sorry, baby.'

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[birdwonder]

Do you think any of the creepypastas would be okay with a s/o that has a few dogs and cats? Have a good day!!

CATS AND DOGS .

A/N: GOOD question... also sorry this is late !! i was on holiday <3

EYELESS JACK would rather you didn't have pets, his heightened senses mean that he can smell and hear them a lot better and it just isn't pleasant. Besides, what can a cat or dog do that he can't ? He's got good senses, can protect you, keep you company, got sharp teeth and hell if you just want something to put a collar on- ... But if you already have these pets, he'll only mutter complaints now and then but is happy if you are. Probably did want a dog once-upon-a-time so he could kinda get into it eventually, as long as they aren't scared of him.

MASKY definitely is a dog guy and I'm thinking Will Graham-core where it's a man who wears plaid in the woods, with loads of pet dogs. Yeah, he'd be fine with it just as long as they all behave. As for the cats, they're not his thing but if they leave him alone then he'll leave them alone. Definitely thinks it's cute how you dote on them, your loving nature towards them being something that makes him drawn even closer to you.

HOODIE doesn't seem to mind. He seems to love giving the dogs and cats little scratches, finding them nice company while he lurks around your house. If you live together, he helps take responsibility for them under the circumstance you don't get any more - not until one passes away. You find him talking to them in silly ways sometimes. He looks at one of your cats and shakes his head as it climbs all over his stuff, "don't walk around here like you pay bills, freeloader." If he can't be bothered to walk them though, he's 100% saying they're your pets and he doesn't have to do anything. Would prefer the cats.

TICCI TOBY does NOT want pets !! His whole life animals have been afraid of him so he's convinced it wouldn't go well for him to meet them. When he sees you have so many pets, he stays far away from them. You likely have to help him warm up to your pets and vice versa. If they tend to bite and scratch, its best you keep Toby away from them. But if any are particularly docile, it might be emotionally healing for him to have one rest on his lap. However, he is a jealous man and will scowl if you pay more attention to those animals than him. Oh, your dog just did a trick ? Well look at what he just learnt to do with an axe ! JEFF finds the amount excessive. One pet is enough and two is pushing it. Still, he likes to watch how you handle them with care and if they keep you happy, he's not going to mess with that. At first, he wants them to leave him alone, shooting glares at the pets even if they're friendly. But he'll get over it and learn to like them somewhat. He'd honestly like them more if they were friendly with him but were tearing up everyone else, now that'd be fun. But nope, just regular domestic animals. He ain't helping look after them unless you adopt one together, then it's like your fluffball kid. He'd also rather have a dog pls. JANE tries to be fine with it but god the fur ? She really hopes they don't shed a lot and if they do, keep them out of your shared bedroom. They're not allowed on the bed but she'll compromise with the couch if they have to. Constantly stocked up on lint-rollers to get fur off of your clothes. Likes the cats more for sure. She thinks you're crazy for having so many pets but doesn't want to diss it since you clearly love them. Eventually, some motherly instinct will kick in for some of them and she'll want to sew some cute accessories and clothes for them. Also gets them loads of collars to colour-coordinate to your outfits.

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[starfirewildheart]

Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 2

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,324

Rating: NO MINORS, NSFW under cut. Police yourself please, mentions of war, being a POW, death and animal abuse. A little more detail in this one. More abused animals rescued all happy endings I promise.

Sy texted Debbie for the tenth time. His Ma was still talking and didn't look to be slowing down anytime soon and he didn't want her doing all the work herself.

Sy: Sugar, come back to the house. Ma's still ramblin' a mile a minute and showing no signs of slowin' down. Got steaks marinating for dinner. We can put the round bales out tomorrow and I'll help you finish brushin' everyone down then.

Deb: You spend time with your mom. I got dis! I have one more thing to do and then I'm comin' to the house. I haven’t been alone all day anyway. I have a friend.

Sy: oh?

(Not my dog or my pic)

Deb: she said you better have some steak for her too!

"Austin, are you listening to me?" Sara Syverson scolded.

"Sorry," he told her sheepishly. " I'm trying to get Deb to stop for the day. She's been out there for hours."

"Well honey it's hard work taking care of animals, she needs to know that."

Sy's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "What?"

"This animal rescue stuff is all her idea. She's spending your money and using you as a workhorse," she fussed. She loved her son and it broke her heart to see him used like this.

"Wait just a minute here, ma. I don't know what you're going on about but you are very wrong! This ranch was my dream and I asked her to join me.  When we heard about the horses being abused and sold for meat we BOTH wanted to rescue them, not just her." He moved to sit by her on the soda and took her hand. "I don't know why you don't like her or what's going on with you but you're blaming her for things that aren't her fault."

"You are with her 24/7. Is it too much to ask that you spend some time with your momma?" 

Sy cringed, "No of course not. I'm sorry," he hugged her as he tried to blink the tears from his eyes. "I never realized," his breath caught in his throat. "I'll do better, I promise."

The screen door banged open and Aika came bounding in jumping up on Sy sensing his anxiety. Debbie came in a few seconds later. "Wheew it's hot out there." She stopped in her tracks as she picked up on the heaviness in the room. "Is everything ok?" 

"Yea," Sy got up and hugged her. "We've just been catchin' up." She gave him a concerned look but didn't push. "Will you fix your famous potatoes for the grill before you take a shower sugar?"

Deb laughed. "Are you trying to say I smell, Sir?" She teased as she headed to the kitchen squeaking when he playfully smacked her ass.

"Ya reek sugar," he smirked as he got the foil out for her.

She could feel Sara's eyes on her as they moved around the kitchen, perfectly attuned to each other without even having to speak. She scrubbed her hands good then put some butter in a dish to melt in the microwave before moving to the sink to scrub the potatoes. Once that was done she retrieved the melted butter and started tearing off sheets of foil for each one. Brushing the potatoes all over with the butter  she then sprinkled them with sea salt, Italian herbs, garlic and onion powder then wrapped them all up tightly. "You sure that's all you want me to do?"

"Affirmative, get outta here." He smacked her ass again then grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against him kissing her when she started to walk away. He took advantage of her soft gasp and deepened the kiss exploring her mouth and getting lost in the feeling of her pressed tight against him. They both nearly jumped out of their skin when his mom's voice rang out loudly. Deb hid her flushed face against his neck.

"It's getting late. Shouldn't you be starting dinner?" Sara sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm gonna go clean up," She said, still blushing wildly. She didn't miss the disapproving look Sara shot her as she rushed out of the room.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Sy watched as Deb flopped face first across the bed still fully dressed. He toed off his boots and laid down on his back beside, her resting his hand on her ass. 

" Mmmmm mmmmhm hummm." He laughed, "can't understand you with your face smashed in the mattress sugar." She turned her face toward him. "Your mom hates me"

"No, it's not you sugar, it's me. She's not been the same since I got stateside," he shrugged. "Guess her baby boy is too broken now." If the word 'D'fuq??' had a face Debbie was using it on him now and he couldn’t help the big belly laugh that escaped him.

"Austin Lee Syverson, that woman loves you more than life itself." She got to her hands and knees and straddled him pressing soft kisses on his lips and jaw. "And you, my love, are not broken. You are handsome, loving, passionate, strong, a leader, a hero." She punctuated each word with a kiss or a nip to his neck as she reached under his shirt and lightly ran her nails over his chest and stomach.

"Fuck", Sy moaned as she ground her core against his now hard bulge. "Way too many clothes," he growled before quickly stripping them both. This time he crawled on top of her with a wicked grin. He kissed his way down her body only stopping when he reached her shaved mound. "Mine," his growl was possessive. Since his return he was extremely possessive of her and didn't want anyone else even near her. He wanted the world to know she was his so he had started marking her by sucking or biting places and today it would be here.

He bent her legs and pushed them up to her chest, opening her beautiful flower to him. "So wet for me sugar. Look at you, already clinching, needing my cock."

"Please Sy," She mewled as she bucked up trying for his touch.

He quickly thrust three fingers knuckle deep into her while taking his left hand and exposing her hidden pearl before diving in and licking and sucking it.

"Oh fuck! Sy!" She circled her hips thrusting against his hand and mouth seeking that pleasure starting to build in her belly. The scruff on his face was leaving beard burn but she didn’t care Sy's mouth was a national treasure and the way he used suction and even a light scraping of teeth could make her cum in an instant. "Oh god!" She reached down and pushed his face harder against her throbbing pussy fucking up against his face until she cum with a scream, her body clenching and quivering, her legs shaking. As the throb started to die down she felt Sy's teeth sink in gently against her bare mound marking her causing her to his and yelp.

He licked the mark he'd made to soothe the ache before placing a kiss on the red mark already forming then crawled back up her body. "Mine."

"Only yours, always," She pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

He kept her legs hitched up by his arms and rubbed his cock over her still sensitive folds before he started pressing inside her. They both moaned at the sensation."So fuckin' tight. Your body is made for me, sugar. Fits like a fuckin glove."

Debbie clinched around him as he filled her almost to full, the final push making her feel like she was going to burst leaving her panting. "So big baby. So full." She was beyond the ability to string words together at this point much less form sentences.

Always the best at what he does, Sy moved slowly at first. Slow, languid thrusts while he circled his hips. After her third orgasm clamped down on him he couldn’t hold back any more and started pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of her juices leaking out around him and the cock drunk look of bliss on her face and he felt his balls start to draw up tight and his dick swell even more. "One more sugar. Give me one more. I wanna feel you milking me when I cum!" Reaching between them he started rubbing her clit and soon they were both falling apart crying out each other's names as he collapsed on top of her. He laid there a minuet before slipping out of her and rolling to his side pulling her against him. "I love you."

Deb snuggled to his side and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Love to Sy."

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

A few days had passed and things were normal on the ranch. Deb had been researching an upcoming auction while Sy was trying to find a home for a mare and her foal that were ready for a family. "The Winston's are going to take them," he smiled happily.

"That’s wonderful. Their little girl will have a ball with the foal."

He walked over to her desk and sat on the edge of it. "Any prospects? "

"A few, sadly. There are a lot of rumors about a stallion that was beaten and abused to the point no one could even approach him then left uncared for. I read that his hooves are so overgrown they are curled around his feet."

"Damn," he shook his head. "I'll have the farrier and the vet on stand-by for Friday morning. Hopefully we can get him calm enough to give him some help right away."

"Sometimes I just really hate people."

He kissed the top of her head and hugged her.  "There are a few good ones out there still."

"So What you're saying is I can't break 'em all and make' em snap like glow sticks or push 'em down the stairs like slinkies?" She asked innocently. 

He flashed his crooked grin. "Just a few of the many reasons I love ya."

"Life will never be boring with me."

"That’s for damn sure," he chuckled. "Do we have everything we need in case this storm front is as bad as they think it's gonna be?" It was that season where bad weather could knock the power for days due to floods, wind and debris and they were calling for a bad one to start late tonight or early in the morning. 

"Animal's food and backup water supply is safely stored and ready. Aika had plenty of food and treatos. I stocked up on food and supplies for us yesterday and incase shit really hits the fan we gave the lovely MRE's hidden in the closet." They both cringed at the thought. "We filled the sandbags and got them ready the day before yesterday and we picked up three gerri cans of fuel for the generators. We are about as set as we are gonna be." She could see the crease between his brows and that he was chewing at his bottom lip which were all warnings of anxiety building in him. She reached over and put her hand on his thigh giving it a gentle squeeze. "You worried sweetheart?"

He took her hand in both of his. She could always tell if even the slightest thing was off with him. She and she alone was the reason that he made it through his POW recovery and the loss of his men. She spent weeks just holding him while he screamed and cried fighting tortures who were no longer there physically but in his mind were electrocuting him, beating him, breaking his bones, stabbing him, burning him, trying to drown him and killing his men and torturing them in front of him because he was an officer and they wanted information. He shook the thoughts from his mind when he felt her hands on his face and saw her standing in front of him. "No, I'm not worried about the storm sugar."

"Then what's going on up here? " She softly tapped his forehead. 

"Ma needs me to come by and put some sand bags by her back door and put the shutters on her windows."

"Ok." She wasn't sure why he'd be upset by that. "I'll grab my shoes."

"She wants me to come alone."

Ah, there it was. Sy hadn't spent more than 20 minutes without Debbie where she could get to him quickly since he landed in Germany.  She was his anchor. According to the army shrink, just the same way that sounds, smells and other things could trigger PTSD her voice, her scent and her touch helped ground him and pull him back. "I can go and wait in the truck," She offered.

He pressed his forehead against hers. "No. It's just Ma's place right? What could possibly happen to trigger me there? Besides, I've not had a flashback in months. I'll be fine."

He tried to sound convincing but she could tell he felt anything but. Protectiveness told her to demand to go with him but she knew she couldn't. Sy was a grown man making astounding strides in recovery and she had to show him her faith in him. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm a text or call away if you need anything." 

He gave her a kiss and a hug before calling for Aika and heading to his moms.

@shellyshellshell

@enchantedbytomandhenry

#henry cavill #syverson fluff #syverson x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader

[starkstruck27]

It's been forever since I posted on here, so since I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, have some ftm Billy Hargrove. Also, ignore the timeline here, it isn't exactly accurate, but I don't really care lol. TWs: Very minor nod to domestic/child abuse, a touch of body dysmorphia, and depression

Billy usually wasn't this talkative after hooking up with someone, but this wasn't an ordinary hook-up. It was the 27th time he'd hooked up with Steve Harrington since he'd moved into town almost 6 months ago (not that he was keeping track or anything), but that wasn't what made it different.

It was different because this was the first time he'd ever let Steve see him naked. It was the first time he let him fully take in the body he'd been touching and praising and thrilling for months, and Steve hadn't immediately been repulsed and thrown him out. Billy had been terrified of that, if he showed Steve the scars on his chest and the distinct lack of anything between his legs and he reacted badly, he could end up dead or nearly dead, broken and bloody and devastated.

But none of those things happened, and he knew he shouldn't have worried, anyway. Steve had known for the last 2 months about the way Billy was. He'd finally told him after he pitched a fit when Billy wouldn't let him jerk him off in exchange for a blowjob behind the school. Steve had been raving and ranting so loud, Billy was afraid people would hear, so he shoved him against the wall, put a hand over his mouth and just told him he couldn't. Steve had been confused at first, but when Billy explained it, he could actually see the lightbulb clicking on in Steve's head. He'd reached up and taken Billy's hand from his mouth then, and told him that he understood, but that it didn't change anything. He still thought Billy was hot, he still liked spending time with him, and he still wanted to hook up as long as Billy was on board with it. That'd been another time when things changed during their hook-ups, because that'd been the first time Billy kissed him.

But this time felt even more different than that, because Steve had seen him, truly seen him, for the first time ever, and he didn't care. It didn't change anything, and yet everything had changed. Billy felt completely normal, and completely safe, for the first time in his whole life, and that was everything to him.

He figured that was why now, after they'd cleaned themselves up and gotten settled in Steve's bed, he was so willing to talk about everything.

It was the most he'd talked to anyone since he'd first moved to Hawkins, and as he laid there, resting his head on Steve's chest, he didn't know whether the floaty feeling in his chest was the weight of his burdens being lifted or air sickness from flying on the high of being completely honest with somebody else.

"So, you said you were six when you first noticed something about you was different?" Steve asked, tracing his fingers up and down Billy's side and giving him chills.

"I think so. That was at least when I figured out how to voice it. I think I always kinda knew, I just didn't know how to articulate it, so I never tried. Besides, I was afraid of what my dad would do if he ever found out. It was hell trying to live with that for as long as I did. I didn't hate playing with dolls and stuff, but if ever I was playing house or something with my friends, I always volunteered to be the daddy while everyone else always wanted to be the mommy. And if we were playing princesses or something, I was always the knight or the dragon because I hated being the princess. I always chose the plainest solid-color clothes the girl's section had to offer because I couldn't get the ones I really wanted from the boy's section, so I had to make do. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and every time I was reminded that the way I looked outside didn't match who I was inside, it would grow a little bit until it felt like that was all that was left of me. I felt like a captive animal, stuck in a cage against my will for people to come and look at for their own amusement. But I couldn't tell any of this to my mom, otherwise my dad would somehow know, so I just kinda kept it to myself. When he eventually did find out, I was really surprised because he didn't even seem to care. I don't know if it was just because he didn't care about me in general or if he saw it as another thing to use against me. I assume his logic was that if he let me change myself, he could get around that whole "a man shouldn't hit a woman" thing, although that never stopped him before, so I don't know," Billy said, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. It felt good being able to be so open and honest with somebody else, but there were still things that were hard to talk about for too long. But Steve seemed to understand that, and he never pushed, he just leaned down and kissed Billy's head softly.

"And you were how old when you told them?" Steve asked, pulling the blankets up a bit as he felt Billy shiver again.

"Twelve. It was right after my mom left, and my dad said we were going to move, so since I was going to have to start a new school, I asked if I could register under a different name, and I told him then. I think I had a heart attack when he said yes. Then I spent the weeks leading up to the move the happiest I'd ever been. I gave myself a haircut, which wasn't half bad for my first attempt ever at cutting my own hair, and then I thought about what name I wanted to go with when my dad signed me up for school. That was the hardest part, I think, because I had no idea what to call myself. None of the names I tried out really fit me, and I agonized over it for weeks, but nothing felt right," Billy said, snuggling closer to Steve under the blanket. "Eventually I had to pick something, so I just went with Fred."

"Why Fred?" Steve chuckled lightly, making Billy blush and smile a little sheepishly.

"Because he was my favorite character on Scooby-Doo," he replied, his heart soaring at the sound of Steve's laugh resonating in his chest. He couldn't help but laugh a little himself, his blush burning bright in his cheeks as he did.

"So then how did Billy come about?" Steve asked as he settled down a bit, his hand moving up to play with some of Billy's curls.

"Well, I cycled through a few names throughout the years, trying to find something that felt right. Fred didn't cut it, and neither did any of the other names I'd tried throughout middle and high school. I was going by Jamie right before we moved here, but I was trying to come up with something new before that, and I couldn't think of anything. But then a buddy and I went to see the movie St. Elmo's Fire when it came out, and I got it from that," Billy explained, starting to trace patterns on Steve's chest. "Rob Lowe was in the movie, and I remember when we were trying to figure out what movie to see, my friend stopped next to the poster outside the theater and said, "Oh my God, he looks just like Jamie". So we decided why not give that movie a try, and it was really good, but my friend could not get over how much I looked like Rob Lowe. It was honestly kind of surreal for me, too, because it was like looking in a mirror whenever he was on screen. But it wasn't just that we looked alike, it was also the fact that his character was everything I'd ever wanted to be. He was a smart ass and he was confident and a complete mess and he had style and he cared about his friends more than anything, and he was just so complex. And I remember watching the movie and just wanting to be him, not just look like him. I wanted to be as horrible and as funny and as messy and as complex and as layered and authentic and devil-may-care as he was, more than anything else in the world. So when we moved, I decided to try and become him, starting with the name. I wasn't ever gonna be Billy Hicks, but I figured being Billy Hargrove might be just as good. And the first time I said it to myself in the mirror, it finally felt right. It was the first time any name made me feel like a normal person, like a normal guy. I knew then that Billy was the only name I'd ever go by from then on."

"It was a good choice," Steve said, "It's perfect for you."

"Thanks," Billy said, smiling shyly to himself.

Neither of them said anything for a while after that. Billy had talked himself out, and Steve was perfectly fine with just lying there with him. He cared a lot about Billy, and it made him feel the strongest sense of pride he'd ever felt that Billy trusted him enough to tell him about himself, to let him see behind the walls he constructed, when so very few others got that privilege. He knew a little more about what made Billy tick, and he loved knowing. Or maybe he just loved him.

Billy was beginning to drift off by now, the quiet stillness of the room allowing Steve's steady heartbeat to lull him into drowsiness, but then it began to get faster, and Billy could feel Steve breathing deeply, like he was about to ask something else.

"You don't have to tell me this if you don't want to, but..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. "What was your name before you figured out who you were?"

"Like, the name my parents gave me?" Billy asked, leaning up on his arm as he woke up a bit, "Why?"

Steve shrugged, "Just curious. You don't have to tell me, though. Now that I'm thinking about it, it was kind of an invasive question. Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Hey, don't worry, it's okay," Billy said, using his other hand to turn Steve's face so he was looking at him. "I was just making sure it wasn't for any other reason that you wanted to know. But I trust you, and I like being able tell you things. It's nice being able to talk about my past without being afraid of what might happen," he paused, leaning down to kiss Steve before coming back up and looking into his eyes. "I'll tell you, but you gotta make me a promise that it'll never leave this room, okay?"

"I promise," Steve said, holding out his pinky and making Billy smile as he linked it with his own.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "It was Kimberly. My mom said she always liked that name, but she always shortened it and called me Kimmy, which I hated. But my middle name was Janice, which is even worse, so I had to live with Kimmy until I was twelve and my dad let me change it."

"Thank God he did. No offense to your mom, but she cannot pick a name to save her life," Steve said, making Billy snort. "Billy suits you much better."

"Thanks, Pretty Boy. That really means a lot to me," Billy said, giving a shy smile before it morphed into a nervous bite of his lip. "Just you in general mean a lot to me. I care about you a lot, and I don't always know how to show it. And I know that I need to work on that, so I'm trying to, but the way I feel about you, it's like I'm a kid again and I don't know how to put it into words. But you're everything, really. You're funny and smart and hot as Hell and the best thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life and I... I just don't even know how to explain it... but I'm trying and..."

"Hey," Steve said softly, leaning up on his arm and looking Billy straight in the eye, "I get it. And I love you, too."

"Y-you do?" Billy asked, and the smile that he gave was so bright and beautiful, Steve almost felt bad for kissing it away.

"Yeah, I do," he mumbled as they parted, "Every trait, every emotion, every complexity. I love every part of you."

Billy usually wasn't as talkative as he had been tonight, but now, it seemed like the well of his words had run dry as he tried to come up with a response to what Steve had just said. Even if he had the words, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to string them together coherently enough to convey even half of what he wanted Steve to understand. So he didn't use words.

He sat up reached down to untwist the covers, he fluffed the pillows a little, and then he reached for Steve, gently turning him onto his side before settling down behind him. He pulled Steve to his chest and tangled their legs under the blanket, one of his arms pinned beneath Steve and holding him with a hand over his heart and the other playing with his hair and scratching at his scalp in just the way Billy knew he liked it. He wanted to tell Steve that he loved him with his whole heart, that he trusted him and that he'd never known he was even capable of feeling this strongly about anyone or anything until he'd met him, but the words wouldn't come.

As Steve took the hand that Billy had rested on his chest and intertwined their fingers, though, he knew he got the message.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove #ftm Billy Hargrove #trans billy hargrove #fanfic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for fostering/taking in a stray cat even though i'm not allowed to?

CW: animal abuse/neglect, suicidal thoughts.

I'm a college student with barely any income and can't get a job because of my tight schedule and mental illness + other neurodiversity issues, i'm very well aware of this and only planned to get a pet cat after i graduate and get a stable job. The cat in question is one of the stray cats in the area i live, i didn't intend to keep her, she followed me home and stick around after i gave her some food once. Since i've fed stray cats before and they always leave after a while so i didn't think too much of this and keep feeding her.

The problem came in when she decided that i'm her human now, at first she only show up during the night to ask for food but now she's wait in front of my room 24/7 and even greet me at the gate. The people managing the building said i shouldn't feed the cats because they would poop all over the place, my parents don't like cats so obviously they didn't approve either.

I've been trying to find her a new home but since she's not a fancy cat breed or a kitten, no one want her. I couldn't send her to a shelter because shelters in my country are overstocked and some even taking in animals to scam for donation money while abusing them. There no animals protection laws in my country and people eat cats here (it's frown upon thing in our society so the cat eaters usually steal pets or tricking shelters to get them) so finding her a good home is a really hard thing to do. Also, because i barely have any money, i couldn't fully provide for her beside buying cheap cat food and a deworming pill. Pet stuff are luxury in my country so they are very expensive.

Another thing that make me feel like i'm an AH is that i felt like i might have sabotaged this cat's chance as a stray. I noticed that after i started feeding her, she started to rely on me for food and became really agressive toward other strays in the area despite seemingly getting along with them before.

I will have to go back home in another city for the holidays for at least a week at the end of this year and can't take her with me because cats are banned from my parents' house. I have no friends and don't know anyone that can take her in while i'm gone. I couldn't just abandon her because this cat means so much to me, i'm still here right now because i think about her whenever i feel suicidal. I feel like i wouldn't have gotten into this mess if i didn't led the cat into thinking i'm her human.

AITA for taking in a cat even though i couldn't care for her properly nor even allowed to have her in my home?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[after-witch]

smiling man imagine...

notes: reader is pregnant, folklore stuff

Oh, to be an overburdened young widow--husband lost in his life in a tragic accident, you see--who is tasked with taking care of his elderly mother and his previously orphaned nieces and the chickens and a cow who barely gives milk and the baby in your belly that you don't tell anyone about--

Who must alone bear the weight of bringing in an income to pay the landlord, feed everyone, feed the animals, while also caring for the children and the house and chickens and sweet but bordering-on-burdensome cow.

And it's rough and tough and you find yourself in agony nights, your hands red and raw, back straining, headaches pulsing, stomach secretly growing, barely able to catch a wink of sleep before your dead husband's mother cries out in need, before the children whimper in their nightmares, before it's morning and the cow is bellowing and the children are hungry and you have to get the fire going and so much more besides.

But one morning you walk into your job (itself a backbreaking thing, on top of your work at home) and you're handed a slip with half a day's wages and told they no longer need you.

And there's no work. Not in this town. You might bring in a little bit taking in laundry (would your hands survive it?) but not enough to survive on. But you can't move, you don't have the money and how would you ever find a house or lodging for your motley crew (soon to be one more) with no money? You couldn't. You can't. You won't.

Instead of heading home as you ought to do, you take a walk in the woods, woods that you played in so carelessly as a child, unaware of what life had in store for you.

You find your favorite childhood spot--a large flat rock near a creek perfect for sitting, where flowers bloom pretty and sometimes animals sneak about and the sound of the water relaxes you.

And for the first time in so long, you weep. Openly. Harshly. You weep until there are no more tears, you think, but somehow they still don't stop. Maybe the tears are from your child, wringing out emotions tucked deep inside you, waiting to spring out when they do.

What are you going to do? How are you going to live? How will you support yourself, the family, the child that is coming?

You can't. There's no way out of this. And that's what keeps the sobs coming, keeps the endless tears flowing. It makes you stutter out words helplessly, stupidly. You ask for your husband, then retract it--another mouth to feed. You ask for your own mother, long dead, but what good would it do? And then you ask for someone, anyone, you just need help, you just need help.

And from nowhere--truly, nowhere, as there were no footsteps crunching the leaves or branches, no whisper of breath--someone stands in front of you.

A man. Simply dressed. Fair-haired. A polite smile on his face.

Where did he come from? Nowhere. Who is he? No one you know.

He simply appeared. He simply is.

And the first thing he does is hold out a handkerchief, embroidered in script you don't recognize. You take it (politeness and the desire to wipe away the hot mess on your face working together) and thank him with an embarrassed softness and the heat in your face is from the impropriety of it all as much as the tears.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, this man, who came from nowhere and ought not to be here. "I'm not usually in such a state."

He smiles and turns his head a little, looking you over. And there's unease in you, but not for the normal reason--a man staring at you in the middle of the woods, alone. No. There's unease because you feel like this man knows you and has known you since the day you were born and he might know you long after.

You swallow and go to leave, and he holds up a hand.

"I do believe you called me," he says.

"I didn't." You didn't. You called for your husband. Your mother. And for...

"You said you needed help," he answers, simply, the smile on his face. "I can do that."

You can't help but scoff. "I'm not buying any snake oil."

He raises his eyebrows, just a little, then spreads his hands wide, as if to say--Nothing in his hands, nothing at all, no ma'am.

"No snakeoil here," and is there amusement in his voice?

"Tell me," he says, in a voice that makes you want to lean forward and tell him everything about you, "what it is you want most in the world." Maybe you do lean forward. "And I can give it you."

There is a pause, and it might be long or short but you can't tell.

"For a price, of course. A reasonable one," he adds, in a way that makes you think that it is not so reasonable.

And... maybe you're too tired, too weary, too bone-exhausted to think about what you're doing. To pay attention to that ugly sensation in your gut that tells you that you ought to run away in the opposite direction.

Because all you do is straighten up and think about the hungry mouths and the rent due and the child soon to be born, and ask him:

"What price?"

And he just smiles, smiles, smiles.

#smiling man #afterwitch writes #just need a lil smiling man today #sighhhh #awful awful bastard

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @elsie-writes here, and @dyrewrites here!

My last questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here!

Below the cut I'll do: Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ!

#1- Liam

Which color do you hate?

“Beige. Oh my God, it's just a boring color. I thought that we were past this. Different shades of beige and brown are being used to be the ~aesthetic~ of so many people on Tiktok. Ma'am, where are you from, Boringsville??? I'm not dissing brown. Brown is a great color. But beige??? Who thought this would look nice on anything, much less everything? Why are all of your walls beige--you look like you live in a sandcastle. Man, I feel bad for Hye-Jin. Her powers appear beige! You poor thing. I have brown. An awesome color, remember. So earthly. Anyway, beige can go die with the sand in the Yukon River Basin for all I care. If I go into your house and see one beige wall, I'm leaving. A rainbow is weeping. You disgraced the rainbow. How dare you.”

If all the sounds in the world would cease to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

“I don't see the point in making me choose a favorite sound. Also, how do you know sound stopped? Ceased to exist? Sound exists as a vibration through matter. Why would that vibration suddenly stop? How do you know we didn't all just go deaf? That's a significantly more logical explanation than sound disappearing. And if you think I don't have an answer and am just avoiding the question, you're very mistaken. I'd miss people's voices. For a variety of reasons. Connection, analyzing tone, nuances of emotion or thought, even my own voice. Sure, I'd be able to learn a gesture-based language--I am not saying voice is the most important thing to hear. But considering I like a good oral debate, I would still miss it, even if it would take me time to adjust to the new mode of speaking. Next!”

What is the first rule you learned as a child?

“You are going to have to rebel and argue your way out of everything. You may or may not be able to tell, but I am a strongly opinionated person. I can make an argument out of everything. Knowing how to back stuff up with logic and facts to get your way. Push and push and push. Know your shit. If you're wondering how this was the first rule I learned, one of my first memories is refusing to eat my carrots because they were bad. I was...three and a half maybe. And I told my mom, 'if I eat these carrots, I will throw up, and then I'd have to eat more food, and you get mad when food is wasted'. I then ate carrots and threw up. Never had to eat them again.”

#2- Hye-Jin

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

“Oh, oh no. First day of class, kindergarten. I had to introduce myself in front of the class. I was so excited for my first day of class. I wore this cute little dress, my hair in high pigtails and bows. But when I stood in front of everyone else, I got so sick I threw up. I think I ate something like prune juice in the morning. My dress was ruined. Had to be walked to the nurse to change. Wore that the rest of the day.”

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

“Food, water, and shelter. Sunscreen. I'm not pale, but that doesn't mean I'll be protected from UV rays. I would like a change of clothes just so I feel clean. I wouldn't mind bringing one person along with me, but you said what, so that may not be an option. But I really think I could do it.”

What is your favorite animal?

“I actually really like snakes. They're super cool in terms of design. Love reading about them, and I have a snake themed room!”

#3- Wendy

What is your favourite animal?

“Changes depending on the day. Yesterday it was tigersharks. Today it's a water dragon. Tomorrow it may be a capybara.”

Do you have any obscure skills? What are they?

“I can basket weave. Some people think that's obscure.”

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be?

“More hours in the day so I can do what I want to do.”

#4- Wade

What is your favorite song?

“Rasputin. How can you not love that song? Mr. Brightside is up there, too.”

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

“I like both. You need a balance in life. But thought-provoking in general. I like thinking about things, analyzing them. Not necessarily sadder stories, but thought-provoking.”

What is your favorite type of weather?

“I like it warm and sunny, but enough cloud coverage. The kind of weather where everything is greener, that makes you say out loud, 'it sure is a beautiful day.'”

#5- Issa

When is the last time you were afraid?

“Last week, I was staying up late working on an essay. I was home alone--something I rarely am with six siblings. It was eerily quiet. I already felt uncomfortable. I was on the phone with Alex, multitasking, so I could have someone to talk to to ease my nerves. She got up to pee, which left me alone in my living room for a few minutes. In that time, I heard a banging on our garage door. It was harsh, constant. I thought someone was trying to break in. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Alex got back on the line then. I would've felt much better if whatever that was happened any other time.”

Does the fear haunt you still?

“Not really. It was only a minute, maybe two. Took about an hour talking to Alex. But I stopped working on my essay for the rest of the night. Not that I didn't try, but Alex convinced me to stop when I couldn't concentrate due to my heart pounding.”

What do you do when you're afraid?

“What's with all the fear questions? Well, I usually stand my ground. I yelped a bit when that happened. I was frozen for a bit, but I actually was about to get up to check what the banging was when it stopped.”

#6- CJ

What was your favorite toy as a child?

“I had little mini figurines of a bunch of Puppets* characters. I liked them because most of my playtime consisted of me ordering them based on height. After I lined them up, I would play. I also liked burying a bunch of rubber balls in the yard, leaving them there for, like, a week, then digging them up again. My shovels were definitely a favorite. There was also some cool Alii tech thing that simulated growth of a plant. The entire life cycle, in fact. Man, that was awesome.”

What makes you laugh every time you see it?

“Issa and Alex invite us to their improv shows each Friday. Issa is the best at anything they give her. I could watch her all day. She loves putting inside jokes in her skits for me, and is great at linking back previous gags. And then Alex wins Can You Ask a Question? each time. But it's hilarious how she and Issa interact. One time, Wendy laughed harder than I'd ever seen, and she spit out her drink. Then this one asshole Ellie slipped on it during her turn. So yeah, the improv shows.”

Who is the most annoying person you know?

“Issa is annoyingly optimistic sometimes, but that's why I love her. Parker is also a bit annoying at times, but he's funny as shit, so I don't care. Gabriel is quite annoying. Everyone tells me that we're very similar, but I don't see it. Honestly, yeah, it's Ellie. I didn't want to say she was annoying cause she's mainly rude. She's constantly making fun of me for everything I do. Like she doesn't like how organized and specific I am for some reason. She asked for a pencil once, and I told her no, I have my pencils for a very specific reason, and don't let anyone else use them. I think she's hated me ever since. It's probably not as petty as that, unless it is. I don't know. Thankfully, I don't know her well enough to answer that question.”

*this universe's Muppets

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EDIT: I DID NOT GIVE YOU QUESTIONS OH MY GODDDDDD I'm so sorry

What's something that was horrible in the moment, but in hindsight is hilarious?

Do you often get lost in thought? Where does your mind go? How do you focus?

Who do you worry about the most?

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[punsmaster69]

9/MAR/20XX

"Uuugh."

frisk groaned as they wiped up a mess of orange juice.

"How did I even manage to miss that badly?"

"We are all a little loopy in the mornings."

"Golly. The cup was RIGHT there... and yet you still missed!"

"Maybe you should leave that to Toriel still, huh?"

flowey laughed at frisk's misery.

"Flowey, be nice."

"...Though, I am more than willing to assist you if you need help, my child."

"I can pour it normally. Just... not right now, apparently."

"like she said - it's mornin' still, and you just woke up. don't beat yourself up over it."

i glance to flowey.

"and don't let any flowers beat you up over it, either."

"I'll say what I want!"

a stern look from toriel.

"....."

he huffs and goes back to picking the cereal out of his marshmallows.

toriel gave this a disapproving look too, but it's a regular occurrence.

she helped frisk pour another glass of orange juice, and they slumped back in their chair, deflated. don't know if i've ever seen a kid look more upset while drinking oj.

"Are you still planning to follow Sans home after you eat?"

they looked at me.

"paps won't be back until around ten."

"I'm good to hang out with you until then."

"alright."

"Flowey, will you be-"

"Staying here."

"I don't want to be around those two nincompoops alone for two hours."

again, an occurrence too regular for her to bother saying anything about anymore. these days, she almost doesn't even notice the insults sometimes. i think everyone else tunes them out a little, too.

——

"...."

"so, are backwards shoes the new thing?"

"..What?"

frisk paused and looked down.

"........"

"How."

they started walking again.

"No wonder they felt weird."

"you wanna stop and fix 'em?"

"I'm gonna take them off at your house anyway, so I'm gonna just deal with it until then."

"well, c'mon - this way. i know a little shortcut."

——

a ball of paper bounces off my skull.

frisk slams their head into the side of the couch, not accounting for the fact that it'd hurt.

"Aggh-"

"careful."

uncrinkling the ball, there was the start of a drawing with scribbles where the legs would be.

i folded the page back up, and they loosely smacked it out of my hand.

the paper smacked them in the face.

". . ."

".....jeez."

"lady luck's got a vendetta against you, huh?"

sitting bolt upright, they shouted.

"Not just that, but I keep messing stuff up - and then having the WORST luck with just about everything else!!"

throwing their arms up in the air...

and immediately hitting my brother on accident, who just entered.

"Oh mY GODDDDD-"

curling forward into a ball.

"welcome home, bro. you're a bit early."

"HELLO..."

looking with concern at the human groaning annoyedly on the couch in front of him.

"...UM."

"IF YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT HITTING ME, WORRY NOT! I AM A-OKAY!!"

"IT TAKES MUCH MORE THAN THAT TO HURT SOMEONE AS STRONG AS I!"

"not just that - their luck's been shot all day."

"And shit."

he sat himself onto the couch and dragged frisk like a stuffed animal to his chest for a hug.

"HAVE NO WORRIES - THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO BALANCE YOUR POOR LUCK OUT WITH MY OWN INCREDIBLE LUCKINESS!!"

"AND NOW THAT I'M HERE... WHAT ACTIVITIES SHALL WE DO, HUMAN?!"

".....Can we just sit here?"

"WH-"

"sounds good to me."

"WAIT, WHY??"

"Nothing bad can happen if I do nothing at all."

"sound logic."

"NO, IT ISN'T! NOTHING GOOD CAN HAPPEN, EITHER!!"

"If you're here, that's good. That happened and I didn't do anything to cause it."

"WELL, YES. BUT THAT WAS INEVITABLE. I WAS ALWAYS TO COME HOME AND HANG OUT - AS ALREADY PLANNED."

"And I wanna hang out by doing nothing."

"......"

"we could at least put on a movie."

"...."

"DOES THAT SOUND NICE, FRISK?"

"...Yeah."

"and i'm pretty sure we've got popcorn still."

"we'll do a movie night."

"IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER FOR SURE!"

——

they dumped the bowl of blackened kernels into the trashcan.

they sighed defeatedly.

"..W-WELL. THAT'S OKAY! WE'LL JUST MAKE YOU ANOTHER BAG."

he opened the cabinet and grabbed the popcorn box, reaching in and... patting the empty inside.

"......."

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

frisk pounded their head against the sink door. i put my hand between the door and their forehead to lessen the impact of the blows.

my brother gently pulls them away from the door by the shoulders, turning them around.

"NOW, NOW. THIS IS OKAY, TOO!"

"WE STILL HAVE-"

"me and undyne split the last of the chips the other day."

"...WE CAN STILL STOP BY THE STORE AND GET YOU A SNACK THAT DOESN'T REQUIRE ANY PREPARATION!"

"here, i know a shortcut."

"Another?"

"yep."

"COME ALONG!"

——

exhaling every bit of air they had, frisk looks between the cash on the counter, and the total on the screen - thirty cents short.

quickly appearing beside them, papyrus moves all their cash back into their bag (slipping an extra ten in) and pats frisk's head as he hands it back.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, FRISK. I WAS GOING TO PAY ANYWAY!"

the way they looked at the machine, you'd think it was about to reject papyrus' card or blow up or something.

it didn't. he quickly waved goodbye to the cashier as he scooped up frisk's items into a bag himself. he passes it to frisk, and they take his hand. with the other, he grabs onto my hand.

"MAYBE WE CAN WALK! FRESH AIR SHOULD DO EVERYONE SOME GOOD."

halfway down the sidewalk, a branch catches frisk's bag. the bag tears; their chips and candy fall to the floor - sweet tea rolling away.

i stop it with my foot, picking the other items up as well.

"i'll pack 'em. no problem."

taking the torn bag and shoving it into my pocket, we continue walking.

a bit further on, papyrus spots a puddle on the side of the road. spontaneously grabbing frisk and lifting them up, a car speeds past and sprays him with water - i just barely get out of the way.

frisk remains unsoaked, thanks to my brother's quick thinking.

"...WHEN DID IT RAIN?"

"sometime last night."

"AH. I SEE."

"Thank you Papyrus. I'm sorry."

"DON'T BE! IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT."

"maybe we take a shortcut after all."

——

the rest of the day, papyrus is extremely diligent in making sure nothing else happens to frisk. in the end he secretly seems thankful for the doing-nothing choice.

it really is easier to keep someone out of bad luck's way when they're sitting still.

papyrus makes tomato soup for dinner, deciding nothing can go wrong with that. to be absolutely certain, he cools it to nearly room temp before serving any to them. when frisk almost spills it, he hands them a straw.

"...isn't that a bit much?"

"It's fine. Not like I haven't used one for soup before."

"CERTAINLY NO WAY TO SPILL IT WITH A STRAW."

succeeding again, he messages tori to say he'll keep them just until bedtime.

"YOU NEED A BAD-LUCK COUNTERBALANCE LIKE ME AROUND TODAY."

frisk nods in silent agreement.

both me and frisk are impressed at his ability to navigate around unlucky situations throughout the night, but i suppose he 𝗵𝗮𝘀 been dealing with 𝘮𝘦 forever. avoiding messes is basically a special skill of his at this point.

when it was time for frisk to go home, paps was still pretty worried and accompanied them all the way home - apparently even going as far as to tuck them in himself, according to toriel.

#undertale #journal #sans #frisk #toriel #flowey #papyrus #sans and papyrus #sans and flowey #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #papyrus and frisk #papyrus and sans

[imjustwritingsuckers]

The Meeting

The Meeting

Daryl's Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1486

Warnings/Notes: None but what happens in the show

Photo not mine

You sit in the closet's darkness, afraid to move even an inch. You can hear them outside, moving and groaning. You hear the wind as it blows through the house's open windows. Your parents were nowhere to be found. They put you in the closet in a hurry. It scared you when it all started, they jumped up in a rush after watching the TV one day. They grabbed you and a pillow and blanket off the couch and ran straight towards the closet under the stairs. They practically threw you in there with the pillow and blanket. They told you not to make a sound or move an inch till they got back, before shutting the door. You could hear them talking, something about a disease, and leaving for supplies. You sat and listened as their footsteps went all over the house, upstairs and downstairs. Up and down the halls and in all the rooms. Eventually, they came down the stairs with something heavy, you could hear it thudding. After a minute of them talking about things you couldn't hear, they open the door and tell you to come out. You don't remember the conversation much. Something about getting supplies and then coming back. You begged them to take you with them but they just kept saying no. They then gave you your backpack filled with whatever they were running around the house for. The thing is, they left with suitcases and bags and never came back. It's been weeks, and you are still too scared to leave the closet. You’ve gone through what they gave you a million times. 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of shorts, 5 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs of socks, 2 books, 1 notebook, 2 pens, a pair of scissors, and all of your mom's colorful string. They also gave you a pillow, blanket, your favorite stuffed animal, a sweatshirt, a pair of shoes, and a ton of food and multiple waters in another bag. Your mom had taught you how to make bracelets with the string so for the past couple of weeks you've kept yourself busy coloring, reading, and making bracelets.

You awake from your sleep to hear a loud bang. You shoot up, holding your stuffie close.

“Hello?” you hear a deep voice shout out. You don't say anything or even breathe too loud.

“Anybody home?” the voice calls out again. Your heart feels like it's going to pound out of your chest as you listen to the footsteps run all around your house. They get right outside the door and stop in front. Time seems to slow down as they reach for the handle and turn. The door swings open all of a sudden and you look up to see a man looking down at you with a crossbow pointed straight at your head.

The man suddenly lowers his weapon and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” He hangs his bow over his shoulder and reaches his arm out to you. “My name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon, what's yours?”

“y-y/n y/l/n” you stutter out.

“That's a nice name y/n, do you wanna come with me and we can take care of you.”

“My parents said to wait here.” you tell the man you know as Daryl.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but they aren't returning. If you want to survive you have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my stuff and wait for them with you, I’ll leave a note so they can find me.”

“Sure kid, just try and hurry.” he stands back up and turns to look around the house, we gotta go so pack your shit quick.”

“Hey! My mommy said that a naughty word.”

“Whatever kid, just hurry up and pack.” Daryl turns and points at you before turning back around and walking around your house collecting random things. You quickly pack up your things and write a note to your parents. You leave it in the closet and shut the door. 

“I'm ready,” you say as Daryl comes walking down the stairs.

“Alright, let's go.” he glances at you before nodding towards the door and walking towards it. You quietly follow after him. He opens the door and checks around before leaving. You continue to quietly walk after him.

After a while, he stops and kneels in front of you.

“Alright kid, I need to check this last store before we head out. There's gonna be walkers so I need you to wait out here got it? If one comes at you scream for me and run inside the store ok?”

“Ok.” you nod your head before sitting against the wall where he showed you to sit.

“I shouldn't be long,” he says before checking through a store window and going inside.

You wait outside for a little while before you start to get bored. To take up some time you decide to look around. You didn’t plan on going far, just to look at the street. You end up wandering further than you thought and can't seem to find your way back.

“Daryl?” you call out. You hold your stuffie close and turn yourself in circles. All of a sudden you see someone rounding the corner. But it's not someone, it's one of the other things. You still don't know what to call them, you just know that they're bad. You scream for Daryl again but there's still no reply.

“Daryl, help please!” you decide to run so you start running. You don't know where to you just let your legs carry you. 

“Daryl, please help!” you trip over a rock while looking pack and the walker is almost on top of you. That's what Daryl called them right? Walkers? You start sliding backwards but you bump into a car. 

“No! Daryl Please!” you scream one last time before closing your eyes and covering your face. And just like that it was quiet. The moaning and scraping of the walker's feet was gone. You slowly open your eyes and peek through your arms. There you see Daryl with a knife in his hand. 

“C’mon kid, I told you to stay there,” he says, a little louder than he meant. The girl looked frightened already and yelling probably just made it worse.

“Look kid, I’m sorry, but we have to get back, it's going to get dark soon,” he says, kneeling down. “C’mon” he reaches for you and before you know it he’s carrying you down the street. Before you know it you passed out on his shoulder. 

Daryl continues to carry you down the streets till he gets to his motorcycle. You wake up when he bounces you a little and stay awake enough to sit up on the seat while he puts his findings into the side bags. When he's done he sits down behind you and makes sure you're sitting right.

“Alright kid hold on.” he starts up the motorcycle and the sound wakes you right up. You hold onto the middle of the handlebars right where he showed you and he takes off. You enjoy the ride down empty streets and through the forest. After a short ride, you arrive at what looks like a camp. You see many people coming out of the tents and the woods to look at you guys coming in. Daryl parks the motorcycle and picks you back up. You get shy with all the people around you and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. You can feel people looking at and talking amongst each other.

“What are we gonna do with her?” you hear one man say.

“How is she still even alive by herself?” you hear another say.

“We can talk about this in a minute, right now I’m going to get her some food and water and let her sleep in my tent. She's had it rough today.” Daryl only stands there for a second more before walking away. You peek back at everyone and see men and women, and even a couple of children. You quickly look away and turn to face in front of you. Daryl opens a tent and brings you inside.

“Here, eat this.” he sits in front of the cot he set you down on and opens a can.

“It’s fruit, kids like that, right?” you nod and take the can from him and look inside. From what you remember it looks to be pears. You quickly scarf them down and take a couple of sips of water from the water bottle he hands you.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing a swig of water.

“No problem kid, get some rest.” he pats your head before opening the tend and closing it behind him. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

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[imagobin]

Hiii!:) can you do head canons for the Zoldyck Siblings that have a sibling who is about 15 so like middle child sorta who always try’s to care for each sibling they have and is still is very skilled assassin and try’s to hold everything together please 😋

Omg okay I love this idea, just a poor 15 year old trying their best fhgk Thank you for requesting this, I'm gonna have lots of fun! Dividing this in sections, with what the Reader does for each sibling and their opinions on them!

🔯Being the Zoldyck's middle child HCs🔯

🪡Illumi🪡

Illumi is always working hard for the family, often taking on the most jobs, no matter how far they are. He doesn't show any sign of exhaustion, but you can always tell when your brother is feeling tired.

He takes a bit more time to reply during conversations, his footsteps actually make sound, his usually perfect hair has some strands out of place... you notice it all.

Seeing your brother overworking himself is really saddening for you, so you try to do small things for Illumi whenever you can: you ask him if there's any hit job you could handle instead of him "keeping them all to himself", you get him his favorite drink or snack... when you see him looking particularly stressed, you even offer to braid or brush his hair, and he's often taken off guard by this. "You want to brush my hair...? Hm, that does sound nice..."

Illumi doesn't know why you do all this stuff for him (he still hasn't caught on that you can see his fatigue), but he's really grateful for it, especially the hair-brushing; that always manages to calm his nerves like nothing else, it even makes him sleepy!

Needless to say, he's very proud of you as well. Your talent for assassination is undeniable, which is why he often agrees to hand a couple of his jobs over to you; he knows you can handle them.

Killua will always be his favorite sibling, but you also hold a special place in his heart since you seem to care so much about him.

He does however have a small tendency to still treat you like a little kid, giving you head pats and such when you've done a good job with an assassination, or to simply thank you.

---

🎮Milluki🎮

Needless to say, you rarely ever see Milluki leave his room, and nobody seems to be worried about that. You do though. You're always wondering what he might be doing in there, and if he's doing okay.

Honestly the rest of your family kind of acts as if he doesn't exist, unless they need something from him.

Milluki seems pretty used to this by now, so whenever you want to hang out with him, he just wonders why, or if you might have some ulterior motive. "W-wouldn't you rather go play with Kil? I'm busy here! ... though I guess I could make an exception-"

Of course, you just want to keep your brother company, plus, he's genuinely very fun to spend time with! You guys play games together, watch anime and eat snacks to your heart's content, nothing better than that for a chill afternoon.

He'd NEVER admit it right in front of you, but man, he loves when you visit him. He feels like you're the only person in the family he can talk about his interests to without being made fun of.

Milluki is a little bit jealous of your assassin skills, but doesn't really let that bother him, mostly because despite that, you don't act like you're better than him, you actually recognize his skills too, so there's like- mutual respect between the two of you.

He doesn't really take missions that require leaving the house anymore, but... he might give in if you were the one asking, he feels like you'd make a pretty good team with his brains and your brawn.

---

🪀Killua🪀

You and Killua are very close in age, you basically grew up together! So of course you two would be very close.

Among your brothers, he's definitely the most fun to hang out with. He's the outdoorsy type, which means that whenever you meet up, there's always adventures to be had, and sometimes... pranks to be pulled.

You're a bit more level-headed than him, since you're older, but you don't always manage to keep him out of trouble, which predictably isn't something your mother approves of. You're always getting scolded, because you should be setting an example for Killua, not encourage his rebellious side!

Killua finds the way Kikyo scolds you pretty annoying. "Who cares about what she wants? At least you're not boring like everyone else here!"

He also doesn't really understand why you still spend so much time with Illumi and Milluki, he not jealous, but would definitely love to know what pushes you to be so nice to them, especially Illumi.

You've explained your reasoning countless times: it's because you're family! You need to take care of each other, otherwise things might go wrong... he feels like you might be too nice. Not that it's a bad thing, just like Alluka, you bring him a sort of familial comfort that nobody else has there, which makes visiting home more bearable.

When Killua was still working as an assassin, he'd always be excited to go on missions with you. You two just get each other like that, and the job would always be completed flawlessly.

---

🧸Alluka🧸

Your parents always advise you against visiting Alluka, but do tou listen to them? Nope. Of course you're going to visit your little sister! She's always in that room on her own, you don't want her to feel lonely!

You play pretend with her, have cute tea parties with her plushies, and of course, say yes to anything she demands, which are usually very easy things, because you never take advantage of her wish-granting ability, and basically nobody else makes wishes to her anymore, because they're all too scared of her powers.

You always ask for something simple, like a hug, and she's always happy to comply.

Both her and Nanika are very happy that you visit them, and that you accept her for who she is. "You know, whenever you visit me- it makes me soooo happy I could explode!" You are definitely her favorite along with Killua.

You interacting so often with her has also given your parents a better understanding of her power, making them less scared of her, though they still don't allow her outside on her own, for fear that someone might misuse her ability.

She still explores the world with Killua, but whenever those two visit Kukuroo mountain, she's always extremely happy to see you again.

She's also very impressed with your skills as an assassin, and always jokes around, saying if Killua doesn't want to be the heir, you could be a candidate.

---

🪭Kalluto🪭

Kalluto is your youngest brother, so you feel pretty protective towards him.

He's often got this sort of melancholic aura around him, because he'd really want Killua to pay attention to him, but the white haired boy never does. He's a little bit jealous of you, because of how much you two hang out, but not too much, because he sees you also making the same effort with the rest of your siblings, him included.

When you see him looking a bit gloomy, you always offer to play with him, though he doesn't really know how to play a lot of outdoors games. He'll try to convince you he's okay with playing anything you want, but that's because he doesn't want to bore you.

You insist on doing what HE wants to do though. Your determination to let him choose what he wants to do makes him really happy, even if he doesn't really show it.

His idea of fun is always something pretty relaxing; his main hobby is making origami and paper dolls, and that's usually what you two end up doing. He's really good at both those things, and gets a bit embarrassed if you compliment him on that. "I-it's just a dragon origami... nothing too complex... ... thanks though"

He looks up to you, for being young and already so skilled, you're a natural with the family business.

You're always a bit concerned whenever he goes on missions with the Phantom Troupe, but you have noticed he's become more talkative since he's joined them.

---

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[chezzabellesworld]

Being a Leo is on Leo rising I can tell you many times it's exhausting many other factors come into life and I haven't added it with the other signs but once certain things passing you go through certain ages of your life things change and you grow up and you go for your certain return but here is so far anyway for Leo's as I see it.

We are obsessed with our appearance to narcissism always taking pictures working in the mirror obsessing over our makeup or how or whatever else it might be picking picking picking picking it ourselves picking it all soon picking it who we are, as a previously said Geminis on checked enough about how they are on checked enough about how sensitive they really are about how they look fill and who they really are it takes a lot to get to know and how long they think because there may be blunt like the rest of the fire signs are there really strong but deep down there the my sensitive Souls you will ever meat when feeling like they can have a desire to please and that can become a problem because we're not put it please other people and if it isn't reciprocated or therefore go unnoticed They're gonna become very angry very quickly adding other things into the mix say alcoholism drugs mental health is gonna make them have a lot worse to do with just like with Pisces and Aries and any design that has those issues but the vanity things still going to go on with their Sims more whatever they care about how they look so if they are what I'm trying to say if they're struck down by one of these inflictions which is horrible for any of us to have to deal with then it's gonna make them feel about worse the positive things I can say about being a Leo is that we care deeply for those who are really close for us we can love an animal with the world they rule our sick house of animals and health we love to shop we love life we love candles were addicted to romance addicted to The Love Story ridiculous I want to the box I had many books that I filled up with sentimental stuff to me and a 20 year old someone in my 20s okay things meant a lot to me pictures Diaries movie tickets photos first day so many different things I love letters had it all sadly lost every time so Leo really is up for that happy ending and that true love but I will say Leo is a very addicted to the honeymoon period of relationship because of course Leo is narcissistic and we are wanting to be the center of attention don't blame us because you be hate and on us;-)

#astro observations #astro placements #astro community #astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #astroblr #leo ♌️ #leo sun #leo rising #leo venus #leo placements #5th house